There's A Girl

The reporter felt bad saying that. It wasn't true, not really. Lois wasn't a lesbian. Yet she felt the need to say something to this strange dickgirl, whose hands slid over the reporter's small breasts, grasping the small nipples between thumb and forefinger. Besides which, it wasn't...entirely untrue...

Now where did that idea come from? Lois wondered at the sudden lesbian urge, but Angelica Blaze interrupted that thought.

"Oh? What's she like? Blonde, brunette, redhead..."

"Blonde," Lois said. She could almost see that long length of hair, like cornsilk, very fine, shining in the sun.

"Tall? Short?" Blaze pressed. The dickgirl's cock tickled the back of the reporter's pussy, and she left it there, planting little kisses on the reporter's collarbone.

"Not...too tall. She's young. I mean, legal, but a young woman. Fresh...unsullied..." Lois could almost picture her, flying through the skies of Metropolis. Legs bare beneath that red skirt, those small breasts and slim waist. No, Lois Lane wasn't a lesbian...but if there was one woman she would go bisexual for, it was Supergirl.

The poignancy of that thought slipped into Lois Lane's heart like a dagger. She had never admitted any attraction to Supergirl, even to herself. Yet here she was, that dickgirl's cock plugged deep inside of her cunt, without even a condom, and suddenly all she could think about was the Last Daughter of Krypton.

"Do you wish she was here right now?" Angelica whispered into Lois Lane's ear. "Do you wish it was her you were making love to?"

Lois Lane swallowed. Her stomach felt suddenly queasy, and her head pounded. She felt torn, unused to the unfamiliar feelings assailing mind and body.

"Yes," she said.

As if on cue, it happened.