Epilogue: Looking For A Woman

Lois Lane was dressed a little differently for the club tonight. Gone were the tight pants, the biker jacket. Tonight she wore a long dress, one that fell low in the front and the back, and slit up the side to the thigh. No panties or bra, which felt a little dangerous, but it also gave her quite a bit more access...and showed off her best assets to good advantage.

The club was crowded tonight, young women squirming on the dance floor, topless dancers shaking their hips and tits in the cages. Lois's eyes slid over the filthy men, but lingered on the firm young flesh on display, licking her lips. Even though she told herself she was here on business, to find the missing women, the reporter told herself there was no harm in running her eyes all over the menu.

At least, that was until she came up to the bar...and a familiar figure greeted her with a Mona Lisa smile. Tall and thin, a handkerchief tied across her small breasts, skinny black jeans on her slim hips. Dark eyes that sought out Lois's own and held them. It was the woman whose picture was on the reporter's phone from last night. Lois's mouth watered as she imagined what her pussy must taste like. The reporter smiled back, moving toward her...

And was only stopped by a heavy hand on her shoulder. She caught only a glimpse of a confused frown on the woman's face, and then Lois was staring face-first into a proper pair of tits—high and proud and large enough that Lois Lane's own modest breasts felt like mosquito bites by comparison.

"Lois Lane!" A familiar voice rang in the reporter's ears, and she raised her eyes to look into the smiling face of Wonder Woman—the tall, broad Amazon dressed in civilian attire, a sweeping red dress set off by knee-length boots that accentuated her already towering height.

"Diana! Hey!" Lois said, automatically.

"I love what you've done with your hair!" The amazon picked up a lock of the reporter's blonde locks. "Come on, the rest of the Justice League girls are having a night out..."

A friendly arm around her shoulders, squeezed ridiculously close to the Amazon's titanic tits, Lois let herself be led around the dance floor to where Hawkgirl, Black Canary, Zatanna, Big Barda, and that Green Lantern Jessica Cruz were sitting, drinking colorful cocktails. It was weird to see them all together...Lois hadn't known them to have a girl's night out since the time Zatanna had performed her pull-a-rabbit-out-of-a-bush trick.

Lois fell in with the ladies like a pack of old friends. They loved her hair. They wanted to catch up. To dance. Some of them ogled the men around them in the crowd, and that woman from the picture seemed to flit in and out of the edges of the crowd, dancing by herself, looking at Lois but not approaching. Three drinks into the evening, Lois noticed that Diana was admiring the women...and the thought came to Lois that the Amazon had grown up on an isle full of women...no men at all...

"You know, I want to interview you sometime!" Lois half-shouted into the Amazon's ear.

"About what!?" Diana shouted back.

The reporter took a deep breath...and slid her hand onto Wonder Woman's thigh.

"Growing up on Themyscira—only women. Did you ever...?"

Diana blinked, taken aback...but she didn't move the reporter's hand.

"I thought...you were with Superman," Wonder Woman said.

Lois felt her lip curl...and then she leaned close until her lips almost touched the Amazon's ear, and with a pounding heart she confessed.: "I prefer women."

Diana turned and stared at the reporter...and her hand very gently slid around Lois Lane's waist. The reporter bit her lip and grabbed the Amazon's wrist, guiding it through the side-slit of the skirt...until the strong fingers brushed the carefully trimmed pubic hair just above the reporter's pussy.

Blaze watched, jaw working, as the blonde reporter and the Amazon quickly made their excuses and left, arm in arm. The women at the Justice League table watched them go, eyes wide, blushing and giggling...but the demon ground her teeth, frustrated at this turn of events.

"Damn you, Lois Lane," the succubus swore. "Your pussy belongs to me!"

But not tonight.

Tonight, Wonder Woman sat on the couch in her apartment. Lois Lane was on her knees, her head clamped between a pair of thighs that could crush her skull like a melon. Her she sucked the engorged labia that hung out of the Amazon's pussy, ran an eager tongue around the swollen clitoris, bigger than any Lois had ever seen. It was almost like a little cockhead, easily the size of the reporter's thumb tip.

"Do all Amazons have clits this big?" Lois asked, her legs wide, fingers rubbing at her own much smaller tit.

"No," Diana said, as she pulled the dress off of her body. "They say that the more your clit is sucked, the bigger it gets. Do you know why?"

The reporter paused, panting, and stared up past the divinely sculpted abs, the mountainous full breasts.

"Why is that?" Lois asked...and Diana bent forward, grabbing the reporter by the waist and hauling her up to straddle the Amazon's waist...and Lois gasped as she felt the big clit rub against her pussy, slipping in and out of the slit, rubbing against her own much smaller clit.

Diana drank in Lois Lane's moans as the blonde reporter began to rub her cunny against the Amazon's like a bitch in heat, utterly lost in this sensation. The words ran through her head like a mantra: I love pussy. I'm a lesbian, a dyke, a carpet-munching, cunt-eating, pussy-licker. I love pussy. I hate cocks. I hate men. Especially supermen...

As Lois moaned long and loud and hard for the first time that evening, her hips shaking uncontrollably, pussy squirting nastily so that their cunts squelched together noisily, juices mixing, Diana licked the sweat off of her breastbone...and grabbing the reporter's buttocks, drew her up to taste the juices from the spasming chalice.

"You even dyed down here!" Wonder Woman said in wonderment, before her tongue dived into the reporter's hot cleft...and Lois Lane hung on for dear life as she experienced her first Amazonian Tongue Twister.

It was a good thing she had no plans to walk tomorrow.