Her Fist

This was Lois Lane's first real lesbian encounter. None of the schoolgirl brushes in her university days counted compared to the six feet of Amazon currently lowering her head to the reporter's breast, desperately trying to devour her entire tit. The reporter was punching out of her weight class and knew it.

Punching... Lois thought.

She brought her hand together in a small, tight fist. Fisting was something she'd never tried before. Had kind of wanted to, but had never met the right...person. Lois brought her hand down between her legs, getting it wet with her honey. If this was going to work, she was going to need all the lubrication she could get.

"Please," Wonder Woman said, releasing the reporter's breast, placing hard kisses on her collarbone, leaving a string of hickies behind. "I need..."

"I know what you need," Lois said huskily. "And you're going to get it, good and hard."

She brought her knuckles against the Amazon's pussy. Diana's eyes widened, a strange light coming into her eyes.

"Yes, yes!" she said, excitement in her voice.

They knelt together on the floor, Lois practically astride the Amazon's thigh, her right hand pushing forward. Diana of Themyscira was no blushing virgin. Her folds parted and stretched, though the reporter had to push harder and harder, worried all the while that she was going to hurt her lover of the evening.

"More!" Wonder Woman gasped, hugging Lois close, her bigger breasts brushing against the reporter's own more modest bust. "Please! I can take it."

Not without reservation, Lois pushed harder—really pushed, muscles in bicep and forearm bulging as millimeter by millimeter the Amazonian cunt gave way, the hot pink folds spreading as the reporter's arm trembled. She was up to her thumb in the pussy now. The thickest part of her fist. If she could get that in, the rest would be simple.

Grabbing onto Wonder Woman's shoulder for leverage, Lois took a deep breath and strained with all her might. It was the utmost strength that a human woman had to give, against a cunt blessed by the gods of old. Slowly...achingly...the Amazon crying with desperation, planting hot kisses on the reporter's neck and shoulder...the pussy gave way. With a sigh of utter relief, Lois felt her hand completely enveloped by the elastic tunnel of the superhuman vagina.

She panted, letting her muscles relax, letting Diana relax and get used to the intrusion. The reporter could feel her lover's heart beating, her cunt throbbing in tune to the wild pulse. Her own pussy was resting against the hard, muscular thigh, and Lois moved her hips a little, shivering as she felt her slit rub back and forth. It reminded her of when she was a young woman, how she used to rub her crotch against the corner of the sink, eager to get off...

"It's in," Diana said panting. "Oh, you wonderful disciple of Sappho! Now..."