Troublemakers

Lois felt herself being watched. Her eyelids twitched, and her moan was hoarse as she rolled over and bumped into something smooth, supple and warm.

“Mmmmnnhhh…GAH!” She jumped back into her pillow and clutched the sheets over her chest. The thought struck her that she was naked, and she blushed beneath Kara’s adoring stare.

“Good morning,” the blonde husked, giving her a lazy smile that made her blue eyes twinkle. “How did you sleep, sweetie?” She was leaning up on one elbow, staring down at her. She trailed one index fingertip over Lois’ forearm as she struggle to cover herself.

“Ah…fine. I’m, er, fine. I slept fine,” she stammered, trying to muster a smile. Her cheeks flushed bright scarlet.

“You talk in your sleep.”

Shit. “Talk in my sleep…”

“Something about honey. And Whitesnake.”

“God forgive me,” she muttered as she released the covers and hid her face in her hands.

“Lois!” Kara giggled. “Hellooooo? Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

“Are you kidding? I did as much coming out as I would ever need yesterday! What time is it?”

“Nine-thirty. I wanted to let you sleep in.”

“Oh, no, honey. This ain’t sleeping in.” Lois’ voice was more assertive as Kara smothered a delicate yawn. “That’s when you wake up an hour after lunch should be. And usually after a real bender the night before, tequila shooters at happy hour.”

“Ew.” Kara wrinkled her nose. “I’m almost glad I’m not old enough to drink.” Lois gaped at her in horror.

“Oh, God! I spent the night with an underaged girl!”

“It’s all right, Lois.”

“No. In a few dozen states, it’s not all right at all!”

“Silly,” she insisted. Kara reached out to stroke back a lock of Lois’ hair that was poking into the corner of her lush mouth. She twirled the glossy, chestnut strands around her thumb. “If anyone asks, I initiated it. And I’m seventeen.”

“That’s hardly comfort.”

“I’ll bring you cookies when you’re behind bars. And we can have conjugal visits?” she suggested as she leaned over Lois for a kiss. Her lips barely brushed hers, steaming them. Lois groaned and arched her body toward Kara’s heat. “But I’d miss you.” Her blonde hair tented their faces as she bent down for a more thorough kiss that mingled their flavors and made Lois sigh into her mouth. Her body relaxed and yearned for more of Kara’s touch.

She felt the draft in the room when Kara peeled back the covers to expose them both.

“Lois…Great Ra, just look at you,” she breathed, drawing the blanket down for a better look at Lois’ treasures.

“I feel funny when you look at me like that.” Lois’ voice was quiet and filled with awe; she was shocked at the regard and admiration in Kara’s face as she stared her fill, taking in her features, her luxurious dark hair, and the lissome curves. Lois in turn studied every detail of the young girl sharing her bed. “I wasn’t dreaming. You stayed here last night.”

“I didn’t want to leave. I hope it’s okay.”

“Kara! Of course it’s all ri-ii-iiiight!” Her mouth dropped open at the sensation of Kara’s mouth engulfing her nipple and suckling it hard. She consumed it in rough, raspy licks, practically nursing it and making sounds of pleasure. Her sighs and moans vibrated through Lois’s flesh, and arousal rushed into her core. She felt her cervix clench and tightened her ass in response to the suckling. “Kara! What’re you doing?”

“Eating,” she murmured. “Mmmmmmmmm…mmmmm.” Lois couldn’t manage a coherent thought or word for how good Kara’s mouth felt at her tit. Her hips rolled and bucked in time to each lap of Kara’s tongue. The young Kryptonian’s eyes were closed in rapture.

Well, she couldn’t let the poor girl starve…could she?

“Kara!”

“Mmmmmmmm.” Lois was sensing a theme and arching herself more deeply into her busy mouth. Her pussy flooded with heat, soon followed by dampness that she caught a whiff of as Kara eased herself on top of her.

“Please, Kara! Ooooooo!”

“Mmmmmmmm! Lois! Mmmph! Mmmph!” She eased her mouth reluctantly from the first nipple, that was now pebble-hard and bright red from her suckling. She stroked it and held it for safekeeping, cradling it in her palm as she went to work on the other one. Through it all her hips lifted and lowered; her crisp pubic thatch rubbed against Lois, creating friction. More of that thrilling pull and clench in her nipples, inflaming all those delicious knots of nerves made her cry out.

“So…good! Oh, yeah, sweetie, lick me! Lick that tit! Mmmmmm! Lick my tits! Lick my tits!” She was babbling; it felt so good. Goosebumps rippled over her skin and euphoria sped through her veins.

“They taste go good. I love your tits!” Her soft, teasing caress with her fingers changed to a rough and thorough kneading that made Lois cry out. She gently worried the nipple between her teeth and drew on it firmly, making her react strongly. Kara’s mouth was hungry; she made sounds of satisfaction and breathed hotly over Lois’ skin.

“I just want to crawl inside of you and never come out,” Kara gasped as Lois tangled her fingers in her thick blonde waves and held her face where she wanted it, sucking marvelously at her full breasts.

“Then come in, baby!” Lois beckoned. She tugged on her hair to get her to face her and cupped Kara’s face between her palms. “Come inside. Please.”

“I want you.” She leaned her face into Lois’ hand and nibbled the tip of her fingers. She then suckled it, too, all the say to the second knuckle. Even that tiny drawing sensation excited her even more, making her cervix clench and weep.

“Hold these for me,” Kara whispered. “And play with them.” She kissed each palm and then Kara lowered Lois’ hands to her own breasts and pressed them, making her knead them as she began her slow slide down her body.

“Shit!” She did as she was told, flicking her nipples and tugging them, kneading her breasts as Kara’s tongue dipped into her navel to taste her. She breathed and lapped a hot, wet trail down her tummy and nuzzled the dark curls covering her mound, using the tip of her tongue to search for her slick flesh. Kara used her thumbs to part the supple lips of her sex; they felt full and heavy with arousal and tasted tangy and hot as she dragged her tongue through the seam between them. Lois bucked and worked her nipples furiously in response. She peered down at Kara’s head through hazy eyes as it bobbed and dipped.

“Play with them for me, Lois,” she murmured between licks. “Make yourself hot and wet for me. You taste so good,” she moaned, breathing over her sex as she consumed it. Her lips, flattened tongue and the tip of her nose were all involved in her feasting. Her face swiveled and rubbed against her tender flesh, and she spread her legs widely, enjoying the rangy strength of Lois’ muscles.

“Oh…oh, good Lord,” Lois gasped. “Kara…Kara…Kara…” she chanted, ceaselessly rubbing and tweaking her nipples.

“Mmmmmmmm…” Kara continued to moan into her sex, molding and stirring it with her tongue. She still needed to go deeper, climb further inside her lover to truly feel and taste her. To become one. Her tongue stretched out and dove in inside, stroking the slick interior and making it even wetter. Lois’ juices began to trickle into her mouth.

“Feels…so good! Kara! Nnnngh!” Her thigh muscles flexed and convulsed with pleasure as she devoured her tender pussy. She couldn’t get enough of it. “Want you,” she cried huskily.

“How do want me?”

“Deep inside. Wet,” she grunted.

The most Kara could do was swirl her tongue around the sweet little nub nestled between her shining, rosy lips. Lois clutched her hair and used it to guide her face where she wanted it to go. Her hips bucked, bringing her dripping pussy closer to the source of pleasure breathing over it.

“More,” Kara mumbled impatiently. “Want more!” She speared her clit with the tip of her tongue and toyed wickedly with it, teasing it roughly as a kitten.

Slender fingers dove inside her and Lois cried loudly and desperately on the bed, a mad creature begging to be fulfilled. Kara thrust and plunged inside her; the sounds escaping from Lois’ pussy were wet and deep. Kara’s hand was sopping wet and slippery to the palm of her hand.

“We were supposed to be getting out of bed!”

“No,” Kara insisted. “I just wanted you to wake up so I could have sex with you.”

“That’s all?”

“No.” She devoured her clit greedily and continued to probe her with her hand. Luscious pressure built up inside her and her walls tightened around Kara’s digits.

“I’m gonna cum,” Lois moaned. “Oh, Kara, I need to cum so bad!”

“Cum for me, Lois! Want to hear you! Mmmmmm!” She resumed her meal. “Want to taste you cum for me, all hot and wet!”

“ERRRGGGHHHH! SHIT! SHIT! KARA! NNNNNNNNGGGGH!” Lois’ eyes rolled back in her head and she jerked endlessly as her climax pounded through her. She felt the slow thump of contractions in her womb before the fluttering and rippling in her cervix dominated everything else.

She was limp as a rag doll when it was over. Kara lay in the crook of her thighs, absently stroking her belly and feathering her pubes with her thumb.

“Fuck. That was fantastic.”

“Yes, it was. Can we do it again?” Lois stared down at her incredulously.

“What, right NOW?” Kara nodded against her stomach. “Oh, sweetie, I’m pooped. That was fantastic.”

“Pretty please?”

“Oh, Kara…”

“I love hearing you call out my name.” She kissed her belly and made her flinch. “And you taste so good.”

“Kara!” Lois’ voice became urgent.

“Roll over,” Kara insisted.

“What? Hey!” She was unceremoniously tumbled over onto her stomach, ass rising up from the bed. Kara stared at the round, lush curves of her ass, invitingly full and supple. The plump, wet lips of her cunt were still visible, showcased by her perfect thighs. The bud of her clit was shiny and rosy, looking good enough to eat…again.

Crowning the feast was her vulnerable, sweetly puckered asshole, begging her for attention. Devoted attention.

“Raise it up and hug that pillow for me.”

“Bossy…” Her words died away as Kara’s mouth once again plunged into her sex; she groped her hips and raised her ass for better access and laved her up and down in long thorough sweeps. She dragged Lois’ pussy and up and down against the raspy velvet of her tongue, enflaming her and gathering more friction and heat. Kara moaned in ecstacy. She still couldn’t get enough.

“Mmm. Mmmmmph. MMmmm.” Lois fisted her hands in the sheets and bit the pillow. God, she was good!

She nearly came out of her skin when Kara whispered “Let’s see how the rest of you feels.” Her fingertip slid into her tight little asshole and probed her, testing the taut, snug ring of muscle.

“KARA! OH, SHIT, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! DON’T STOP DOING THAT! FEELS SO GOOD! SO GOOD!” Lois was past being embarrassed at the predicament of a girl in her bed. She was halfway to her next climax and was screaming like a banshee. A writhing, moaning banshee with a finger up her ass and the hottest tongue ever up her cunt, filling both her holes.

Her glistening juices coated Kara’s full, ripe lips. Lois’ musk drove her crazy, and she zeroed in on it, deepening the reach of her finger. She ate of her hungrily, not content til she drank and savored the last drop. Her voice sputtered out in small grunts as she made Lois slam her hips back against her face. The rough thrusts made Lois’ breasts jiggle, tingling down to her hard nipples.

There it came again, that rippling, jerking, twitching in her cunt, the looming contractions rocking her womb…

She came hard, drenching Kara’s lips in her musky scent. She clutched the pillow and screamed into it gutturally; her ass jumped and jerked in spasms as Kara cleaned the last of her with swiveling licks, giving her labia one last loving kiss before she released her.

“I. Can’t. Move,” she moaned. Her ass was pleasantly sore. Her inner thighs felt sticky.

And Kara’s tongue suddenly felt slick, satiny and clever, barely tickling her anus. “Kara! WHAT – oohhhhhhhh!”

“Don’t worry about moving.” She reached beneath Lois and hoisted her ass up to her face. Her tongue slipped inside more deeply by degrees until she had filled her the same way she did with her finger, stroking and caressing those vulnerable muscles and nerves.

“Not…done…oh, God!”

“Still want you.” Lois was so far gone she never her heard her whisper “Love you.”

She was insatiable. She wouldn’t let Lois go yet. Kara needed so badly to hear her cry and moan her name again and feel her orgasm overtake her. Seeing her beautiful face change and the rosy flush spreading over her skin as she reached her pleasure excited Kara and stoked her passion. The clench of her cervix deepened with Lois’ cries and the feel of her ass tightening around her hand. Lois bucked, nudging herself toward more of Kara’s fantastic tongue.

She had no pride left. It was wanton and sinful, what they were doing, but the sensation of Kara’s tongue slithering in and out of her most private place undid her. Lois smothered mewling cries into the pillow.

Kara’s hand replaced her mouth. “Bow down,” Kara ordered softly. “Bend over so I can reach all of you.” Lois curled so her knees were beneath her and raised her ass, resting her forehead against her arms.

And reach her she did.

“You’re so wet and slippery,” Kara marveled. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she watched her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, coated with her juices while her other hand anchored itself in her anus. She twisted two fingers in her hole, stretching it and plumbing her faster, more deeply. Lois felt helpless against the tide of arousal sweeping through her, the pending orgasm rocketing through her body again, this one building in her ass and womb at the same time.

“Fuck me, Kara!” she sobbed pitifully. “God, please, Kara, fuck me hard!”

One of the benefits of being super strong was also being tireless. Kara never faltered, gradually letting a third finger join the others in the hot nest of Lois’ snatch. She multitasked when she saw how lonely her sweet clit looked, how neglected. She extracted her fingers from her asshole, slipping them free as she used her thumb to stroke the tiny bud instead while her pumping fingers became a fist, easing and pressing their way inside her shuddering walls. Pain shunted through Lois as she felt the stretch and twist of Kara’s fist; her body grew accustomed to it as Kara slowly began to thrust.

“AAANNGGH! HURTS! Oh, GOD, KARA! MMMM! MMNNNH!” she squealed, mewling so loudly her throat ached, but she bucked into Kara’s grip, craving it, craving completion. Kara’s tongue resumed its earlier task, embedding itself once more between her ass cheeks. She rubbed, plunged and sucked in concert, changing speed and depth and stimulating all of her lover’s nerve. Her blood was racing through her veins.

Kara struggled to control herself, but the need to dominate her lover, to leave an imprint of her presence on that beautiful, sensual body was overwhelming. A voice of reason in the back of her mind broke through her sexual haze.

Be careful. She’s mortal. She can only take so much. Lois was clawing at the pillow, nearly biting the case off and twisting it in her hands.

She squealed. She whimpered. She screamed. And she came, wringing out an orgasm that stretched into multiples.

This time she collapsed panting and limp; Kara carefully pulled her hand free. Just as she rolled over, she caught Kara beginning to lick her hand dry, lapping up her flavors. She smiled guiltily.

“Don’t you ever get enough??”

“No,” she murmured sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“That was…”

“Really?” Kara perked up. Lois nodded. She patted the pillow beside her as she lolled back. Kara dutifully crawled up and eased under the covers, tucking Lois back into the blankets. Lois cradled her against her chest and nuzzled her ear, inhaling the scent of Kara’s hair. Kara reached up and toyed with Lois’ nipple until she gripped her hand to make her stop.

“Stop being naughty.”

“Can’t help it.”

“We haven’t even eaten yet,” she muttered. Her stomach growled in agreement. Marathon fuck sessions, no matter the gender of her partner, always gave her the munchies.

“Aww, you should’ve told me!” Now Kara felt very guilty of taking such advantage. “You’re hungry! Is there anything you want me to do?”

“Order something from the Talon? Pick up some scones?”

“Sure!” she chirped, kissing her cheek and struggling loose from the bed. Lois already felt bereft of her smooth curves pressed against her, taking away her warmth.

“Wait, let me give you some money! I don’t want to keep you if you have plans today! Kara, wait!” Kara was shimmying into a pair of panties and her abandoned tube top. Her nipples were still hard and ripe, poking through the thin material. She looked ravished and sexy, and Lois resisted the urge to call her back to bed to reciprocate.

“My plans don’t involve anything more complex than coming back here for breakfast. Or other things.” Her smile dimpled. Lois’ mouth watered, both for pastry and Kara’s flesh warming her mouth.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

“I can make eggs when I get back, if you want. Byeeee!” she trilled as she grabbed her tiny mini and shoes and tucked them both under her arm. In a flash, she sped out the door of the apartment. Cups rattled and her curtains swished in the back draft.

“Shit,” Lois mused. “I’ll never get used to that.”

She didn’t even count three minutes before she returned. Kara came inside just as Lois had stumbled into the shower, still quivering, and turned on the taps.

“Lois?” Kara called. “I’ve got scones and some other goodies. Want me to wash your back?” Lois shuddered.

“I’ve got it, Kara. But thanks.”

“You’re sure?”

“Kara, we’ll never leave here if you do that. I still have to check in at work.”

“Oh.” Kara was crestfallen but hopeful. “How about we do something tomorrow? And can I still stay here?”

“If you want. You don’t have to check in with Clark?” It dawned on her that she hadn’t since Lois’ scare the day before.

“Shoot,” she hissed petulantly, folding her arms beneath her breasts. “All right. You’re right. I’ll head back to the farm in a little while.”

“I still need to call Chloe, too, before she sends out an SOS.”

Lois emerged from the shower minutes later, wrapped in a pink robe and with her hair tucked up in a towel turban. She looked vulnerable and innocent as she walked into the kitchen. Various delicious aromas filled the room. The blonde was by the stove, making eggs.

“Scrambled okay?”

“Could I have over easy instead?”

“Sure.” She cracked two eggs into the Teflon skillet while Lois poured them both some juice.

“I’ll be home at five. We could have dinner if you want.”

“That’s fine. I’m actually going to end up helping Clark with the cows today.”

“Doing what?”

“Castrating steers,” she shrugged. Lois paled.

“Ew.”

“Eh. So what about tomorrow?”

“I dunno.”

“Could we do some more sightseeing?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I was thinking about those caves Jimmy told me about. I thought that maybe tomorrow, we could explore them.”


~0~

“Maybe you’d like to tell me how you let this happen, Simmons.” Stony blue-gray eyes flitted around the ruined chamber, bathing its occupants in the synthetic, red solar glow. LuthorCorp technicians had blasted through the odd steel protusions that were fused from floor to ceiling. A large body lay shrouded on a table six rooms down, awaiting further examination.

“Sir, the security protocols were engaged! This shouldn’t have happened! It’s impossible.”

“No. Evidently it’s not. I’m paying you a lot of money to make these kinds of mistakes, from the look of it.” He ran a manicured hand over his smooth pate and sighed absently, rubbing his nape. “I don’t want the local tabloids sniffing around this complex. I already have my PR team doing damage control to rein in the rumors of 33.1. We bioengineer foods and agricultural products. We perform charity works. And nothing else.” Simmons shivered beneath his steely gaze and felt his stomach twist.

“We picked up the feed from the security cameras. It’s jumbled; we’ll need to –“

“I don’t care what it takes. I want that transmission. This wasn’t just someone randomly snooping around to take pictures.” Bitterly he pictured Chloe and Lois as the perps but knew neither one was packing the muscle and heat this job needed for him to call them out.

He grazed the bubbled, twisted metal around the doorframe and looked contemplative. “I want whomever did this found,” he murmured. “And have them brought back here.”

“Sir?” Simmons asked worriedly. “What do you plan to do, Mr. Luthor?”

“I want to see what kind of trespasser has the kind of firepower and muscle to pull off this kind o