End: Lois Teaches Supergirl How To Please A Woman

"Kara," the reporter said, and pushed her gently down on the bed. "I don't know what Batgirl likes. Every woman is a bit different. Finding out what makes her moan is...part of the fun."

Lois Lane gently cupped the young Kryptonian's small breast, thumb feeling the nipple harden slightly as she caressed her. It amazed the reporter how soft and supple Supergirl was, even though she knew that the young woman was invulnerable to almost everything. There was no way for the reporter to hurt her. Not anymore.

She let her hand slip down, until it was resting between the warm thighs. "But I can show you something she'll love."

The big blue eyes blinked. "Are you going to...'go down' on me."

Lois smiled. She could hear the quotation marks.

"No. I'm going to teach you how to go down on her."

The reporter climbed on the bed, hips still feeling weak and shaky, but determined to go through with this. She had promised, after all. Supergirl lay there, sexual confidence drained out of her as the older woman squatted over her face.

"You had sex ed in highschool?" Lois asked.

"It...it was abstinence-only."

That explains a lot, Lois thought to herself.

"Okay. Well, these are my labia..."

The reporter hovered over the blonde, pointing and touching parts of herself. It was the kind of sex education that no one dared give anymore, if they ever gave it. So many folks, even educators, just weren't willing to bear their pussy to their students, much less try to tell them what it felt like to have your clit sucked, your labia licked.

She wondered how many 18-year-olds, barely legal, had touched themselves late at night and wondered, just for an instant, what their pussy tasted like. had felt the tension between curiosity and unspoken taboo. That's dirty, that's nasty, how much of a slut are you to even think that. And how few had dared bring their wet fingers up to their mouths...

"...that's called the alphabet trick. It's fun, but not going to make your date exactly overflow. You're much better off to lick and explore...find out what drives them wild and keep doing it. Remember, the key is to be aware and responsive to your lover's needs." Lois paused. "Like when I knew you needed to fuck me."

"Oh wow," the warm breath caused Lois Lane's pussy to tingle. She knew she was wet, and was hoping she hadn't started to drip on her young lover. "I'm learning so much!"

"Good," the reporter began to lower herself down. "Time for a pop quiz."

Lois Lane felt her heart pound, suddenly nervous. Her own lesbian experiences were almost non-existent, and here she was trying to teach a young woman awakening—quite unexpectedly and avidly—to her own sexuality. But it was better for Kara to get some practice in on her pussy before she tried to impress a girlfriend with her skills.

The cheeks of the reporter's ass touched on the blonde's cheeks, nose almost going up her asshole. She could feel the mouth press against her netherlips.

"Okay...start with the outside labia. See if you like the taste..."

It occurred to Lois that even from this position, she was basically facesitting a living nuclear bomb; one super-breath would blow the reporter through the ceiling. But the tongue that licked, at first hesitatingly, and then with more confidence, was soft and warm, a slimy little muscle sliding across her netherlips, pushing gently inside...

"Ah..." The reporter huffed. "Remember to use your lips too. They're very sensitive. Kiss and suck and rub. Remember, it isn't—ah!—all about penetration...th-though you can fuck her with your tongue if you want to."

Knees firmly on the bed on either side of Supergirl's head now, Lois began to move her hips slightly, rubbing her pussy back and forth against that mouth, grinding her juicy cunt into the superbeing beneath her. All a prelude to lowering herself down, her target right there between the blonde's legs...the tight pussy that she had been so keen to show off to Batgirl...

"Most of all," Lois puffed, "you have to be able to work through...distractions..."

Her mouth engulfed the whole of the little slit, lips forming a tight seal as Lois sucked at the pussy. The reporter's tongue stretched down, the tip of it searching for the little clit in its hood. There were few powers on Earth that could withdraw that nub of flesh from its hidey hole, but the woman's tongue could tease and provoke it. She could feel the blonde moan beneath her, and Lois strove to ignore it, to practice what she had been teaching, fingers moving as she pried the pussy lips apart, striving to expose and attack the **** pink pussy with all the skill she could muster...

They were both moving now, locked together, mouth-to-cunt, no more words between them as hot breath and hotter tongue slipped in and out of wet slits.

There is something intoxicating about pussy, Lois decided, when you are caught in the moment, climax building, hips grinding, silently directing her tongue to touch you there and there and right THERE—

Supergirl's phone bleeped. With an effort of will, Lois raised her face away from the super-slit, and pulled her lower body forward, off of Kara's eager tongue.

"You should answer that," the reporter said thickly. "It's her."

There was something in her that was certain about that. Lois Lane didn't think she would be able to resist a booty-call from the Maid of Might, and like herself, batgirl was...only human.

Supergirl grabbed her phone, all attention focused on texting, the other woman's cunt suddenly and completely forgotten. Lois' eyes fell, after a moment, down to Blaze's wand on the floor...still wet and sticky with the blood from the Kryptonian's broken hymen.

And as she watched, a familiar red hand slipped out of the shadows—a space far too small to contain the body of an adult woman—and drew the soiled wand back and away.

Lois hung her head for a moment, knowing her part of the bargain had been fulfilled...and wondering what, in the end, it had cost her.

"She wants to meet." Supergirl said. "In Gotham. Barb—er, Batgirl says...she says she wants me to wear something sexy."

The reporter smiled, and lifted herself off of her student lover. "Well, let's check my lingerie drawer. Maybe we'll find something that can fit."

Somehow, Lois Lane knew that her long, wild night was over. But that it was only the first of many more to come.