Justice League Quickies Ch 07

Lois Lane lay on her empty bed, frustrated, in her nightgown. Her hand was buried underneath her panties, rubbing her clit furiously. In spite of her efforts, she couldn't bring herself off. Mentally, she cycled through her lovers trying to think of one who could bring her off, but none could. Not her dashing husband Clark, the young and nubile Kara, or even the dark and broody Batman. Her mind wandered further until it stopped at Wonder Woman. Lois bit her lip at the thought. She wasn't sure what fascinated her about Wonder Woman. Maybe it was her strong steely confidence. Or maybe it was the fact that Lois had always taken charge in the bedroom, and had always wanted a woman to dominate her like she dominated young Kara.

Lois moaned deeply as she felt her senses tingling with pleasure. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment, and her hips rose to welcome the oncoming climax.

"Yes, Wonder Woman!" she muttered as her fingers continued to draw out her impending orgasm. "Fuck me Wonder Woman, please! Fuck me-... mmph!"

A hand suddenly clamped down on her mouth, and both her impulsively reached to confront the sudden intruder, leaving her anticipated orgasm ruined.

(No! Who did this!? How could anyone...)

Before she could finish her train of thought, a familiar voice rang out. A voice that was too familiar, in fact.

"Wow Lois, you're a mess. What's wrong, no Superman to take care of your needs? No Supergirl to toy with?"

Lois's eyes widened in shock at the face in front of her: long black hair, blue eyes. It was... herself! Only instead of looking like a sexually frustrated housewife in a nightie, this new Lois Lane looked more like a superhero... or a supervillain. She was dressed in black shoulderless superhero tights, with a silver emblem that displayed a symbol: S.

Lois's hands clutched at the newcomer's wrist, but to no avail. She was too strong for her.

"Why so gloom, Lois?" the intruder asked. "Isn't this what you wanted? You were crying out for Wonder Woman, weren't you?"

The intruder relaxed her hand on Lois's mouth.

"Who the hell do you think you are!?" Lois demanded, finding a bit of her fire back. "Because you sure aren't Wonder Woman!"

"Oh, but I'm even better. I'm Superwoman!" the new Lois responded with a devious smile, as she brought out a rope to bind Lois's hands. "I'm you, Lois. From Earth-3, where everything is different, and better. I'm everything that your Wonder Woman is, but better, stronger... and more fun. You say you want Wonder Woman, but what you really desire is to be fucked like a bitch, isn't that right?"

She pinned Lois's bound hands against the bed's headboard, and leaned in for a surprise kiss. Lois's lips met the firm lips of her other self, and was astounded by how much she enjoyed it. This was the most bizarre thing she had ever done in her life. This had to be... masturbation? Selfcest? And yet, she couldn't help but be curious.

With a motion of her finger, Superwoman slit Lois's nightgown at her cleavage. She slid her finger down until it was cut cleanly in two, exposing Lois's heaving breasts. Superwoman's hand crawled down Lois's body until it reached the moist region between her legs. A quick pull, and Lois's soaked panties slipped right off. Her legs parted, acting on their own out of arousal. A finger brushed against her clit. Lois held her breath as it slowly rubbed circles around her engorged button.

"Please..." Lois begged, as she squirmed underneath her superpowered alternate self. The tip of Superwoman's finger stroked upward between Lois's swollen lips, teasingly.

"Hmmmmm... not yet," Superwoman taunted, as she rose up. She made her way to Lois's nightstand, and searched through her drawers to find something that Lois had hoped Clark would never find: her strap-on dildo. Black, silicone, and 10 inches in length, it was responsible for many pleasurable nights between Lois and Kara when Clark wasn't around.

"Ah, here it is," Superwoman smugly spoke, as she stripped herself out of her tights to fasten the strap-on to her gorgeous naked body. Lois couldn't be surprised that Superwoman's body was just as fit and curvy as her own. She took great care to keep her body in shape, and seeing it on someone else made her even more wet.

Superwoman crawled back on top of Lois, her naked body rubbing against its identical twin. Two pairs of similar breasts mashed up against each other. With her hands, she spread Lois's legs, nudging the tip of the phallus against her yearning center.

"Look at you blush," Superwoman teased. "You're really excited for this. Let's face it, you were always kind of a narcist."

"Go fuck yourself," Lois defiantly responded.

Superwoman smiled. "With pleasure."

With that, Superwoman thrusted the dildo into Lois's inviting pussy. Lois cried out as she felt that first brutal penetration, staring up at her own eyes. Her crueler and most sadistic own eyes. Her legs twitched, and instinctively wrapped around Superwoman's waist. Her strokes were hard, and deep. The dildo battered against her insides, hitting all of her pleasure centers. Lois screamed in ecstacy with every thrust, on her way to the best orgasm of her life. Fitting too. No one knew how to pleasure Lois Lane more than Lois Lane.

"Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod!" she squealed as she finally came, squirting . Superwoman continued to pound her cunt raw until Lois could take no more. She looked down at her exasperated twin, and gave her a quick post-coitus kiss.

"So I guess Lois Lane does love herself more than anyone else."