Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What does Lois desire?

To Be A Top Bitch Lesbian

"I am a hot slut," Lois said, almost to herself. Her hands dug into the dyed blonde hair on Diesel's head as she arched her lower back, forcing the woman's face deeper between her legs, the tongue deeper inside her hot twat. "And I want...more than anything...to be a top...bitch...lesbian..."

Lois let out a moan as Diesel the dyke's tongue wriggled inside of her. The transformed reporter could tell that the woman had done this many times before. Like most women, Lois lane had not had her cunny eaten out nearly enough times in her life...and as the pins-and-needles sensation of the spell burrowed deeper into her brain.

Men...all her life, Lois Lane had tried her luck with men. Who only thought with their pricks, who only wanted to empty their balls inside of her. Unprotected if they could. She remembered that about all of them. No matter what a man said, they only wanted one thing. Not like women, no...beautiful, elegant, willing women. They knew how to treat each other. Knew how to give each other pleasure...to see to their own desires.

The tongue swirled. Men would just press it in and out, tongue-fuck her. Except Diesel had no wad to blow. No, her tongue ran along the edges of Lois Lane's tunnel, and the reporter could just see what the woman thought. Here she was, on her knees, and already she had her face buried in that hot, dripping twat. Lois's thighs were shaking, and Diesel loved the taste of it, sour twat. But she wanted more...

A light came into the reporter's eyes.

"Diesel, darling," Lois said, a bit of iron mixed into her voice. She pulled the dyke's face away from her crotch, the muscular blonde gasping for breath. "Take off your pants."