With Their Bodies

Wordlessly, they moved on her. Naked. Hungry eyes. They circled Lois Lane like a pack of lionesses, and suddenly Lois was aware that their puffy pudendas were wet, and she could smell the arousal in the air. Like finding her sister's panties in the laundry bin, it had that same smell.

Yet somehow, even though she knew she was in their crosshairs, Lois didn't feel in danger.

Hands reached out. They touched her. Tentative, warm, fingertips quested. Collarbone. Neck. Hair. Down Lois's arms. Hands curled around her arms, tugged gently. Lois stepped forward...and again. She could hear the women breathe, the eyes drank her in. Lois wondered what was wrong with them. They seemed to all be on the same frequency, to all have the same purpose in mind as they drew her...toward her room.

Then in the room, her bed. Plain, institutional, white sheets. They closed in around her. They didn't touch her pussy or breasts, not directly. But it was like they wanted to touch her. Lois felt naked breasts against her back, her arm. A cheek nuzzled hers, and another on the other side. Warm...so warm together. They rubbed gently, and Lois could feel her body heat up as all four of them pressed against her at once.

It reminded Lois weirdly of snakes. How the male snakes would form a mating ball around the female snake, all their bodies pressed so tightly together.

Except we're all already pregnant, aren't we? Lois thought to herself as the fever-heat grew inside of her. So what's the point? What are they doing to me?

Then the lips came down. Kissed her skin, her shoulders, her neck and ears. Lois shuddered as their bodies pressed her onto the bed. She could feel the sexual excitement build inside of her. Wanted them to move north and south. Her mouth, her breasts, her pussy...wanted them to take her...and then, dimly, Lois became aware of it.