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Sometimes, Lois thought that girls were just much sexier than guys.

She’d had sex with both genders and never been able to decide on a preference. Guys had their advantages, especially the ones who got into bed with her: they were big and hard and aggressive, and they enjoyed taking charge of a situation, and of a lady. Lois didn’t mind that when she was in the mood.

Girls were different. They were soft and plying and warm, tantalizing invitation all over their bare bodies, exposed with every article they took off. The soft curves, the tingling flesh, the utter willingness to moan and sigh and enjoy themselves instead of just fucking. The tactile responsiveness of touching a stiffening nipple, or a dainty navel, and seeing the ripples go all throughout a smoothly rounded body…

Barda was different. In some ways, as soft and decadent as a woman, but with the strength, the ferocity of a man. Lois couldn’t look away from her, and Barda wouldn’t look away from Lois. It compelled Lois to give her something to look at.

Lois’s eyes were glassy. She kept licking at her lips. Lois opened her blouse, exposing shapely, smooth breasts inside a flattering bra. Her nipples were rigid underneath it. Then Lois lifted her skirt up. Her panties hugged her hips, cut low on the top and high at the bottom, and they allowed the sloping bulge of her pubis to stand out, just as the bra made no effort to hide her nipples as they stood with the beginnings of lust. 

She walked up to Barda, who sat on the foot of her bed. Even seated, she was as tall as Lois, maybe a few inches higher. Lois went to drop down between her bare legs, but Barda stopped her, a big hand resting on Lois’s shoulder. Lois felt like she was made out of twigs, like one of those things in The Blair Witch Project.

“What are you doing?” Barda asked.

“Eating you out.”

“To make me come?” Barda asked, more pressing this time. “I can do that myself. I don’t need you to. I want something else from you.”

Lois was confused. “What else is there?”

Barda smirked. “Why do you go to different restaurants instead of the same one over and over again? To enjoy a new taste.”

The hand on Lois’s shoulder pulled instead of pushed.

Barda fucked her tongue into Lois’s mouth, one hand now cresting Lois’s head, the other pawing at the bra which so temporarily held her breasts. Under the silky fabric, Lois’s nipples had become very hard—something about Barda’s rough, gritty voice—and Barda’s fingers made no secret of wanting to touch them.

Lois undid her own bra and her breasts seemed to jump out right into Barda’s hands. Holding the big mounds, Barda buried her face in them as well, an almost animal appreciation of them, mouthing their contours as her fingers squeezed and wrenched. It was rough, but also loving, and Lois felt her breasts swell with pleasure impossibly fast.

To her surprise, Lois found herself reaching down between Barda’s muscular thighs, feeling the other woman’s cunt. It was warm, and wet, and throbbing so tensely that Lois didn’t know if her fingers could take it. But Barda moaned with growing pleasure, feeling Lois feeling her, so Lois slipped a finger inside her, thrust it in and out. Barda did the same with a much bigger, much more callused finger. Lois thought she would faint as it entered her. She’d owned dildos which were worse than Barda’s one long finger.

The hand on Lois’s head moved until thumb and forefinger were around her throat, giving it a warning little squeeze. Lois stopped kissing Barda, felt Barda pushing her down to her knees with one strong finger. As she lowered herself, the finger in her cunt slipped out of her. Lois groaned as it left. Barda grinned at her disappointment. Opened her legs wide enough for two Loises to fit between.

“What happened to a new taste?” Lois asked. 

“I’m nice,” Barda replied. “I thought I’d let you enjoy the taste of my cunt for yourself.”

“Big of you.”

“If I’m feeling really generous, I’ll come in your face.”

If Barda had any thoughts about Lois being too timid to reciprocate, too intimidated to knock the ball back into her court, they were dispelled when she felt Lois kissing the smooth, silky flesh of her inner thighs. It wasn’t the kind of guttural, penetrating sex Barda expected and was familiar with, but it was enough to satisfy her, warmth flowing from Lois’s sucking kisses to clench her cunt. She scooted her ass to the edge of the bed, putting her pussy so close to Lois as to be omnipresent. Lois flicked her eyes up to Barda’s in a fierce look, continued her searing kisses along the bulging muscles of Barda’s thigh, then suddenly her head was against Barda’s groin, her tongue deep inside Barda.

The soldier groaned readily, voicing her appreciation of Lois’s sudden, skilled efforts with practically a roar. “Harder,” she purred, a big cat lolling out and stretching in satisfaction as immense as a bloody kill. “Work my clit. You can pretend it’s a microphone.”

“Not that kind of reporter,” Lois muttered as she obliged Barda on her terms, wicked tongue batting at Barda’s erectile clitoris, knocking it around like a cat playing with a toy. Barda let out a long, gratified breath, which hummed up into a pleasurable register when Lois abruptly abandoned her clit to impale Barda with her tongue.

“Mmm… kitten…” Barda murmured heavily. “Cute little kitten… wanting its cream…”

“I’d fist you if I didn’t think you’d break my hand.”

Barda laughed deep in her throat.

Lois’s cheeks burned as she heard a certain mockery in Barda’s laugh. The Apokoliptian definitely thought she was topping Lois. Fuck that. They were at least equals. 

“You’d better return the favor,” she said threateningly.

“If you think you can handle it.”

Lois ran her tongue up Barda’s slit, up the length of her burgeoning clit, all the way to its very tip. Then, slowly, very slowly, she sucked her tongue back into her mouth. Gulped down the taste of Barda.

“Yummy.”

Barda chuckled once, a smile on her face. Then she picked Lois up, turned her upside-down, and held her cunt to her face while lowering Lois’s face to her own—effectively having Lois sixty-nine her in mid-air.

If I don’t watch out, I’m gonna make it a habit of fucking superheroes, Lois thought.