Will You Eat My Pussy?

It was phrased as a question, but Lois Lane put her hands on the transwoman's shoulders. The pierced goth didn't resist as she sank to her knees before the reporter. Lois felt a smile on her face as the hands pulled the reporter's tight red pants down further, to expose the newly pierced pussy.

"Oh wow," the hazel eyes widened as they saw the eyelets in the reporter's labia. A black ribbon tied the labia together, like the world's most elegant shoelace, and the transwoman fumbled to undo the little knots to get at the pink slit.

"It tastes better than it looks," Lois said. The reporter's heart hammered in her chest. It felt so weird to be doing this...getting her pussy eaten out in a bathroom stall by this transgirl she had just met, just sucked her off. Her cunny dripped, utterly soaked, beyond anything Lois could remember...but what drove her, she knew, was more than just lust.

It was that feel of the desire inside of her. The energy of transformation. Now that she had learned to sense it, to direct it a little, the reporter's insatiable curiosity wondered what else she could do with it.

Your every desire, that voice came into Lois Lane's head again, as if she were speaking to herself. Open your cunt to her. Feel her tongue inside you. Tell her what to do.

Lois spread her labia with her fingers...and her new friend extended her tongue and slid it into the tart pink slit. The reporter shivered in delight as the hot tongue slid into the hotter quim. Her lover wasn't used to eating pussy...it was obvious within the first few seconds, as the tongue ran over and over the inner walls of the labia, avoiding the opening to the vagina, the urethra, the clit with its pierced hood...

"Suck the clit, softly," Lois ordered. "Don't just jam that fucking tongue in my twat. You're eating cunt now, not sucking cock. You do want to make me cum, don't you? Because once I cum, I'm going to want to cum again...I might even let you stick it in..."

A part of Lois couldn't believe she said those words...but she saw the Goth's cheeks flare red, right across the bridge of her little nose, and as those lips move to suck softly on the reporter's clit, the desire inside of her grew...a ball of potential energy, waiting to be unleashed.

The only question, Lois thought to herself, is whether I try to change myself...or her?