Lois Can't Stop Eating Pussy

Minutes passed into hours. Lois Lane's jaw ached, her tongue nearly numb, tastebuds temporarily burned out on all the flavors of pussy. Her naked chest was splattered with cunt-juice, it dripped from her eyebrows. She had three fingers buried in her pussy, spasmodically stabbing at her cunt, until she realized what she was doing and stopped.

Fuck! I should bottle this and sell it, the reporter thought to herself as she took a breather, cheek laying against the crimson labia, huffing into the swollen pussy. Or something. I mean, I can't just lay here eating pussy all night.

The reporter's tongue was thick and tired. Her eyelids drooped, half exhausted. She rolled over onto her back, grabbed the book, and laid it on top of her face so that the cunt lay directly over her mouth, nose tickling its clit, the thick juices, dripping directly onto her.

I don't understand it. Have I just been a lesbian this whole time and never known it? Lois wondered, enjoying the dark, warm little cave she had made for herself. It was warm and intimate as sex beneath blankets. Maybe this is just me trying to catch up on all the rugmunching I should have been doing all these years? Or maybe...

Warm liquid squirted out of the pussy, the muscles contracting, spraying Lois with her musk. The reporter's thoughts dissolved for a few minutes in a fog, like huffing air through a pair of dirty panties. For a minute Lois lost herself in a haze of lesbian fantasies. She imagined the body this crimson cunt was attached to. The long, supple red limbs, skin like fresh blood on parchment, the muscular belly and small breasts with the soft pink nipples that would harden at her touch...and Lois knew she wanted more.

Pussy, Lois thought. Need pussy. More pussy. I need sex, real sex...but how do I get it? Go out and try and pick up a nice looking dyke, or...wait...I'm wearing a magical book as a hat! If there's a spell that'll conjure a demonic pussy, there has to be some spell or something that would bring her all the way here...

A crazy giddiness went through Lois. She felt euphoric, almost like a contact high after passing through a smoke-filled room, fingers trembling. Her nostrils flared as she drank in the scent, streams of clear, thick goo flowing down into her mouth like honey.

Yes, she thought, her eyes fluttering, the darkness closing in. Need...more...pussy...Blaze's pussy...