The Bartender Wants Lois To Eat Her Out

"Mine," the amazon behind the bar rumbled. She lifted up a section of the bar, and Lois walked around toward it, feeling the eyes of the room on her.

The back of the boor had a floor of holed rubber matting, good for long hours on your feet, slip-proof. The bartender was wearing what looked like a pair of sheer green panties and a pair of boots. Something about the panties and the red hair triggered Lois Lane's memory. Her eyes widened as the bartender reached down and moved her panties to the side, exposing her labia.

"You're..." Lois started. A heavy hand fell on her shoulder, forcing the reporter to her knees.

"...Knockout!" She finished as the woman grabbed the back of Lois Lane's head.

Knockout, one of the Female Furies from Apokalips, come to Earth for fun and destruction. Knockout, who could go toe-to-toe with Wonder Woman or Big Barda, and used to date Superboy. Knockout, who kept her puss clean-shaven.

"And you're Lois Lane," the bartender said, bringing the reporter's head between her legs. "Lois, pussy. Pussy, Lois."

The woman's smell filled the reporter's nostrils. It was a sweaty musk, slightly fishy. In between her legs, the dickgirl could feel her cock twitch, responding to some awakened primordial instinct, a desire to fuck. But that wasn't going to happen. For Lois Lane, there was only one thing to do.

She opened her mouth and kissed the clit. Raised her hands to cling to Knockout's knees. Let her tongue brush over those lips, the unfamiliar flavor of another woman. The reporter could feel the eyes of other women on her, the whole of Dyke's bar trying to lean over and catch a glimpse of the pussylicker initiation.

Tired as she was, Lois Lane felt beyond embarrassment. She wasn't sure how long this should go on, but right now she was naked and at their superhuman woman's mercy. Besides which...she kind of liked it.

Lois ran her tongue from the redhead's taint to her clit, slipping her tongue into the long folds. The labia were quite prominent, dark and stretchy, and the reporter found she could take them in her lips and slurp on them. It was kind of fun, especially when she figured that Knockout was doing her best to control herself, to not give any sign she was enjoying this. Yet Lois could feel a little tremor in her knees...

So lost was the reporter in her task that she wasn't aware of anyone behind her until she felt a tap at her shoulder.