Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What kind of blonde is Lois?

The Kind That Has More Fun

"You like sex, don't you Lois?" Angie asked. Soapy hands spread down the reporter's neck and shoulders.

"Sure," the blonde reporter said. It was easier to agree. It didn't take any thought to agree. Just go with the flow.

"You know they say blondes have more fun," Angie's fingers dug into the muscles of Lois Lane's back, and the reporter leaned back into it. "Do you want to have more fun?"

"Sure," Lois repeated.

Angie leaned forward. Her soapy hands slid under the reporter's arms. The blonde reporter gave a little gasp as Angie grabbed her breasts. The fingers held her tighter than any bra, the little palmfuls cupped tightly, the small pink nipples peeking out from between the woman's fingers.

"Such pretty little titties," Angie whispered in the reporter's ear. "Haven't you ever wanted these to be...bigger? Real, proper tits."

The reporter caught her breath. The fingers were massing the soft tissue of her titties. Her itty bitty titties. In truth, while she had always been glad of how shapely they were, the reporter had been a little disappointed with what nature gave her. She had even considered breast implants, but the thought of putting something into her body like that...

Lois Lane's blonde eyebrows crinkled in pain. Pain shot through her head. It hurt so much to think.

"Sure," she said.

"Then maybe you'd like a proper set of tits?" Angie whispered. "Would you like that, Lois? A big pair of tits? Imagine how much fun you could have with those."