The Amazon Tongue-Twister

The Amazon's arms were strong. Lois was a full-grown woman, athletic and fit, and Wonder Woman handled her like a china doll. Hugged her close so their naked bodies pressed against each other, the Amazon's large breasts pressed against the reporter's more modest pair.

Diana's mouth pressed into the hollow of Lois Lane's jaw...a hot, wet kiss, sucking hard at the flesh to raise a hickie, just as a promise of what was to come.

"Have you ever experienced the Amazon tongue-twister?" the Amazon Princess whispered in her ear.

"N-no," Lois said, swallowing hard, not sure where to put her hands. "But shouldn't we...escape?"

"There will be time for that," Wonder Woman said, then kissed her neck. "Later."

The tongue trailed a line down Lois Lane's body. From her neck to her collar, where the Amazon drank the sweat from the hollow of her collarbone. Down her sternum, the hot muscle pressing against the thin skin over the bone. Detouring left, running under her breast, lips just brushing the hard nipple.

Then back down, over the flat stomach. The hollow of her navel. Sinking down on her knees, the Amazon let her fingers that could rip steel rake down Lois Lane's sides, to grip and lift her ass, forcing the reporter onto her toes.

Over her clit, and then her tongue was there, splitting open the other woman's labia, slipping inside.

Lois Lane had seen a stripper tie a knot in a cherry stem with her mouth once. A cute trick, a bit of sleight-of-hand (sleight-of-tongue?). What Wonder Woman did to her now...the tongue began to make small circles, inside of her pussy. Around and around the entrance of her vagina, pressing not to deep, not to hard, a regular rotation. Faster and faster.

Faster.

Until she couldn't feel the individual strokes anymore. Until it felt like a hundred tongues licking her cunt at once. The vibrations shaking her hips. Thighs quaking uncontrollably. Calves aching. Lois had to hold onto the broad, strong shoulders of the Amazon princess kneeling before her, her whole body shaking as her pussy threatened to explode.

"H-h-h-h-h-ol-l-l-l-l-y-y-y-y s-sh-sh-sh-shi-i-i-i-i-t-t-t-t!" Lois managed, teeth chattering.

She lasted about four minutes. Then her back arched and Lois Lane's eyes rolled up into her head. A weird, inhuman staccato moan escaped her lips, but Lois couldn't hear it. She could barely process as her toes curled and her whole body seemed to seize up, every last iota of her consciousness focused on the white lance of pleasure from her pussy, one long orgasm drawn out into an endless overlapping chain that continued until Lois Lane's body went limp, falling backwards, held up only by the heroine clutching her buttocks.