Lois Pets The Pussies

Aside from being an astute judge of human character, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was also, in her heart of hearts, a cat person. Watching these two furry females close in on her was reminiscent of younger years when she had actually owned a cat, how they liked to play...and what it was like when the play got serious.

Keep them talking, Lane. Lois told herself. Besides, it's not like you couldn't stand to get laid.

It had been a long dry spell. She couldn't remember the last time she had been with a man or woman. Oh, there had been masturbation, naturally. Lonely nights in front of her laptop, watching the loveless porn of other people getting fucked as she worked her way through a bottle of wine. Scratching the itch, but never quite.

Lois kicked off her heels. Her fingers roamed lower, scratching over the golden-maned cat-woman's pussy directly now, fingers slipping in.

"Help me with my pants," the reporter told the darker one, and the frisky feline quickly got the message, pulling at the tight red trousers.

"The...Mistress. Who changed you. Tell me about her." Lois asked.

"Whyyyy..." the golden-haired woman had her face scrunched up, enjoying her pussy petting.

"Maybe I want to be changed too," Lois lied smoothly.

The reporter's thumb found the little clit buried in the pale, fine fur. The blonde's purr was something that would keep the reporter warm on cold nights. The dark one, meanwhile had pulled the reporter's pants off. Lois deftly switched hands as she helped with the jacket. The cat-woman seemed determined to get her completely naked.

"Down below," the golden one said, nipples hard now as Lois Lane slid a finger into the wet slit. "Ssshe assskss you who you rrreally arrre...ssshe as a mirrrorrr wherrre ssshe ssshowsss you...assskss if you will pay the prrrice. "

The darker one had her hands up inside the reporter's white t-shirt now, cupping her breasts, fingers squeezing at the nipples. She was practically humping Lois...and that gave the reporter an idea. Shifting position slightly, so that the dark-haired woman was on top, Lois reached between her legs and grabbed the tail...pulling it gently down so that it rubbed over both of their slits. The black kitten mewled.

Not too hard, Lois thought, knowing how sensitive cat tails were. She could feel the bones in between her fingers, the warm pulse of a vein beneath the soft fur. Don't want to hurt her.

"What price?" The reporter pushed. The golden cat-woman switched position in front of her, bringing the sticky fur of her pussy right before Lois Lane's face. The reporter got the message as she brought her mouth down, hoping she wouldn't get a hairball from this...

"Yourrr sssoul..." the dark cat-woman mewled from above. Lois Lane, lapping at the pussy in front of her, could not reply.