Chapters tagged lesbian

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

Lois groaned in frustration. Her lesbian fantasies were failing to deliver the ecstatic reality she desired. She needed something...anything...more. The reporter's thoughts turned to her "secret" drawer. _It isn't though I'm a sex-addicted slut_, Lois told herself as she put the...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

It had shipped from China. Lois Lane had ordered it during a late-night masturbation session, when she was half-drunk and all-horny and nothing seemed to scratch the itch. By the time it had arrived, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had been stone sober and slightly embarrass...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

As a young woman, Lois Lane had once seen a dog hump a stuffed animal. The bast had its tongue loll out of its mouth, eyes squeezed shut, back legs splayed out as it pumped away. The tail had wagged and the dog had given every indication of being lost in absolute bliss as it defi...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

> LARGE LOIS STARS IN NEW POLE DANCING VIDEO SAME WEEK AS SHE WINS PULITZER The reporter winced. She had a wikipedia page...but in this new, strange timeline, she also had a boopedia page. The first ten pages of search results in the standard search engines were a mix of her new...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

They flew in silence. The wind whipped past them, and Lois unconsciously turned toward Power Girl's chest. They were breast-to-breast now, with only the thin cloth of the heroine's costume between them...and Power Girl was warm where the wind was cold. Lois could almost imagined...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Soft, strong hands gripped the reporter's breasts and squeezed. Lois could feel the soft heat of Power Girl's own breasts press against her stomach, the superheroine's knees spreading the reporter's thighs wide. Blindfolded and with the weight of the heroine on top of her, Lois h...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Power Girl's hand cupped Lois Lane's pussy. Not to penetrate it, like they do in porn movies, but just to rub it, the base of her palm against the reporter's clit. The superheroine's mouth clamped onto Lois Lane's left nipple and sucked, harder than anything Lois had ever experie...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

The tattooed blonde exuded easy confidence. She openly admired the dark-skinned reporter's body. The pierced nipples on her hefty breasts seemed visible through her shirt. Lois Lane's new septum piercing itched, and she instinctively extended her split tongue to lick it, showing...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Pins and needles filled the reporters pussy, an unaccustomed weight pulling at her pussy, pants suddenly tighter...but there was something beyond that. Maybe it was the magic, the changes on her body affecting her mind. Or perhaps it was just that this was the first time that Loi...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Something clicked in Lois Lane as her twin tongue-studs trailed down from the squirting pussy to the unknown promise of the tattooed blonde's asshole. Inside, she was still Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, who had come to this club to find those missing women. Yet...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

The studio was a converted loft. Bare wood beams, easy-to-wipe couches, mattresses with plastic covers. Brit's friend was, surprisingly, a woman. Murphy was one of those short women with a chip on their shoulder. Red hair, fake tits, freckles, bags under her eyes, glasses that we...

by Zeebop

Chapter 22

By day, the mild-mannered reporter at the Daily Planet. By night... "Lizzie Long! Who's cunt are you eating tonight?" Lois turned in response to the name, smiling. It was so easier and easier to slip into her "other" personality. Lois Lane was nothing if not vivacious, but she...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

The reporter let her tongue slip south of the pierced pussy. Her tongue ran over the little sensitive strip of skin between the bottom of the vagina and the divot of the blonde woman's asshole, and the reporter was surprised that despite its name, the taint didn't taste bad at al...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

The tattooed, muscular blonde hit the stop button, and the elevator lurched to a halt. Lois Lane swallowed as the woman drew close, unsure how to react...and then the woman's hands were pressing against the reporter's breasts through her shirt, the big, soft fat tits giving way....

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

"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....

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

On the floor of the elevator, Lois Lane clambered on top of Diesel. She pulled down the athleisure shorts, and the pierced, shaven pussy that awaited her made her mouth water. Big breasts pressing against the muscular dyke's hard abs, Lois pressed her face between those thighs to...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

Monday morning, before work, Lois Lane stared into the mirror. "My name is Lois Lane," she said, to begin the mantra she had worked out for herself over the weekend. "And I'm a lesbian." The reporter had retrieved the book, and experimented with the spells. The spell of desire...

by Zeebop

Chapter 22

The sun burned over Metropolis, and Lois Lane whistled as she walked the streets on her day off. The white sundress gleamed, her white heels clacked on the sidewalk, her broad-brimmed hat held in place by a string beneath her chin, large dark sunglasses hiding her violet eyes. Su...

by Zeebop

Chapter 23

Lois Lane let her little sister go with a kiss. Lucy licked her lips as she grabbed her bag and headed off to catch her flight. The reporter wondered, now, how things would be different between them. Maybe Lucy would drink a little bit less. Maybe it would just be one more thing...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

After another long night, Lois Lane lay naked and alone on her bed with an ice-pack across her rug-burned knees. Everyone thought it was great to drink champagne and eat out a model's pussy in the back of a limousine, but nobody had warned her about the carpeting. Blearily, the r...