The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual
activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This
story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be
considered a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made from the distribution of this story.

Superman: The Erotic Adventures Of Lois Lane (FF)
by Ann Douglas ([email protected])

The brown tressed woman hit the brakes hard as she brought her car to a
sudden stop at the corner of Bessolo Boulevard and Reeves Lane, sending her
short shoulder length hair in every direction. After hearing the first
reports of the jewelry store robbery on her police scanner, the Daily Planet
reporter had raced across town at a speed far exceeding the posted limits. A
fact that didn't interest any of the almost fifty officers spread out in
front of her along Bessolo Boulevard.

Their attention was centered instead on the front of Larson's Jewelry, where,
according to the police radio, two gunmen now held a half dozen hostages
following a robbery gone wrong. Flashing her press pass to the uniformed
officer manning the wooden barricade that kept the curious back, the brunette
scanned the crowd of blue in front of her, looking for someone in command.

Dressed in the same blue blouse and slacks as the officers around her, the
Police Captain was the smallest person in the group. Despite that, even to a
casual onlooker, there was no doubt that she was the one in charge

"Captain Sawyer," she said in a strong tone as she approached, hoping to
catch the attention of the commander of the Special Crimes Unit before one
of the other officers directed her back to where the other reporters had
been placed.

"Oh hello, Lane," Maggie Sawyer said as she finished her conversation with
her second in command. "I should've known you'd be showing up before this was
all over."

Ten years older than the reporter, Margaret Sawyer had originally started her
law enforcement career in Star City. She had moved to Metropolis and the MPD
following a messy divorce five years before. It was a testament to her
ability that in that short time she had risen through the ranks to Captain
and the command of the newly created SCU.

Lois took in the tone of Sawyer's voice as she looked at the Police Captain.
Her use of the reporter's last name ignored the friendship between the two
women that had grown out of their professional relationship. Then again, Lois
took the fact that her first order hadn't been for someone to escort her back
to the press area as a good sign.

"What's the situation, Captain?" Lois asked, keeping her tone on the same
professional level.

"One dead security guard and seven hostages, including four children," the
Captain said as she ran a hand through her close cropped hair. "We've tried
to establish a dialogue with them, but they say they don't trust anyone in
blue. Now they say they'll to talk to a reporter, but only one that they
recognize. I guess they're worried we'll try to slip in a ringer. Even
offered to let the kids go if we went for it, but so far, I haven't had any
eager volunteers from the esteemed members of the press over there." she
finished with a motion over her shoulder to where the media was assembled.

"Well say no more," Lois replied, "I may have only been with the Planet a
few years now, but my face has gotten pretty well known. Enough that they'll
know I'm not wearing blue under brown."

"Lois," Maggie Sawyer said, the tone of her voice changing to reflect that
she was now talking to the woman in front of her and not the reporter. "These
men have already killed one person. I hope you don't think I expected you

"We're wasting time, Mags," Lois said, interrupting her friend. "Let's get
those kids out of there."

Captain Sawyer looked into her friend's rich blue eyes and saw the
determination there. For a moment, she was tempted to turn down her offer,
but then she let her professionalism take over.

"You will be careful, won't you?" Maggie said as she reluctantly agreed.

"Don't you know me by now?" Lois asked in response.

"I do," the Police Commander said, "that's what I'm afraid of."

Stepping in front of the long line of police cars that divided the Boulevard,
Lois started walking toward the jewelry store carrying only her portable tape

"I'm Lois Lane of the Daily Planet," she called out as she got to the closed
door of the fashionable shop. "You said you wanted to talk to a reporter."

The door opened in response and a gruff, female voice called out for her to

For a brief moment, Lois asked herself if she knew what she was doing. Less
than a week from now, she was scheduled to make the trip of a lifetime as a
civilian-observer aboard NASA's new experimental spaceplane, Constitution,
when it landed at Metropolis Airport as part of the city's Tri-Centennial.
Was she risking the story of her career on a dangerous stunt now?

Lois banished that thought as she remembered the hostages still inside. Her
heart was beating a mile a minute, but she kept reminding herself that she
hadn't gotten to where she was in the newspaper game without taking some
risks. Lois took a last glance over her shoulder at the protective line of
blue uniforms behind her. Then with a deep breath, she left their relative
safety and stepped over the doorstep.

Her reporter's eyes quickly swept the room, taking in as many details as she
could. The hostages were in a single group behind the counter at the far end
of the store. Standing in front of them was one of the two robbers, a tall,
slim man in his early twenties. In his hand he was waving an old fashion .38

"Inside," the same female voice that had called to her outside said from
behind the door.

Lois tilted her head just enough to get a good look at the speaker. She was
a few inches taller than her own five foot six and had long dirty blond hair.
Heavy set with large, unrestrained breasts, the woman whose age Lois placed
at about thirty, completed her ensemble of dungarees and a blue T-shirt with
a quite lethal Uzi machine pistol. Instinctively, the brunette knew that she
was the leader of the duo and the most dangerous.

As the door closed behind her, a sudden flush of bile filled her throat
as Lois looked to her left and saw the blood covered body of the store's
security guard. A white haired man in his late fifties, half his head had
been blown off. Deep in her mind, the twenty-five year old heard her
father's voice reminding her how important it was to remain cool during a

"Okay, you have your reporter to negotiate," Lois said as she tried to block
out the image of the dead man. "Now lets let the kids go like you promised."

"Not so fast," the woman whose name Lois later learned was Phyllis Brown
said. "First we make sure that you didn't bring any surprises."

With that, the larger woman ran her hands up and down Lois's body, checking
for a hidden weapon. Captain Sawyer had offered Lois a gun to take with her,
but she had wisely declined.

After taking a long feel of Lois's breasts through her yellow blouse, Phyllis
abruptly slid her hand up under the brown skirt and pressed it between the
reporter's legs. The sudden pressure of her fingers against her mound caused
the younger woman to loudly object.

"Tough shit, bitch," Phyllis said as she withdrew her hand, but not before
taking a second feel. "College girl like you probably had plenty of your
sorority sisters put their hands down there. You could've had a gun down

"All right, you had your fun," Lois said, not believing her claim about the
gun for a second. "Now you let the kids go and we'll talk."

"Don't act like you're in charge here, bitch," the older woman said as she
waved her machine pistol menacingly in Lois's direction. "It wouldn't take
much for you to wind up like that old man over there."

"Come on, Phyllis," the younger of the two thieves said. "We said we'd let
the kids go if they got us someone to talk to."

"I'd listen to your friend," Lois said, trying to hide the slight tremor in
her voice. "The only chance you have of getting out of here is to show the
Police out there some goodwill."

"What if maybe I don't care about getting out of here," Phyllis said as she
moved closer to Lois. "What if I'd rather blow all these miserable assholes
away, starting with you?"

"Then I think you'd be right behind me," Lois said defiantly. "These people
are the only thing that's keeping the SCU from turning you and your friend
over there into dog food."

Phyllis laughed, lowering her weapon for the first time. "You got guts, I'll
give you that much," she said to Lois. "I like women who are fighters."

She stepped away from Lois, leaving her to ponder that last remark. Phyllis
motioned to her companion to let the kids come out from behind the counter.

"Okay, Jimmy," she said, "Get those brats out of here before I change my

Her younger partner wasted no time in shepherding the four children out the
front door. Lois watched and wondered what kind of hold Phyllis had over
Jimmy. They didn't look related, so she had a good guess. He didn't seem as
hard a case as she was either, and the reporter wondered if there was a way
she could use that to her advantage.

"All right, now down to business," Phyllis said as the last of the kids
reached the Police lines. "You got your little notebook?" she said to Lois.

In response, Lois held up her small micro-recorder. It had been years since
she had used pen and paper. Having a photographic memory, the recorder was
only a back up that made the legal department down at the paper happy.

Phyllis began to ramble on into the small machine, outlining a set of
outrageous demands that Lois knew the MPD would never agree to. Especially
not since this escalated from a simple robbery to cold-blooded murder -
something which seemed to have escaped both Phyllis and Jimmy.

"These demands might take some time," Lois said, hoping to buy Maggie and the
SCU a chance to work out a plan of action that would defuse the situation.

"Well then maybe you can stay here with us," Phyllis said as she brushed her
hand against Lois's cheek, "and you and I can find a more pleasant way to
pass the time."

It took all of Lois's self control not to push her hand away. Even with the
Uzi in her hand, it would be a cold day in hell before she let scum like
Phyllis touch her in such a way. Remember the hostages, she told herself.

"In fact," Phyllis went on, "since you tape recorded what I want to say to
the Police, I think I'll just let one of these other people take it out to
them. Call it another show of good faith."

A murmur of excitement erupted among the other three people behind the
countertop. Lois knew that she couldn't pass up the chance to get another
one of them out of here. She reached out and handed her recorder to Phyllis.

"Jimmy, pick one," Phyllis called over her shoulder as she gave Lois a look
that reminded her of a hungry dog being presented with a bone.

Jimmy turned and looked at the three remaining people. There was old man
Larson, his sales clerk and the woman who had come in with the children. To
him there was no choice, he picked the woman.

"Now you just walk slow and steady across the street," Phyllis said as she
handed the tape recorder to the woman. "You understand me?"

Unable to find her voice, she nodded her understanding. Phyllis told Jimmy to
open the door and let her out. Lois took a few steps closer to Jimmy and the
door. Not enough to make anyone think she was going to make a run for it, a
futile effort with an Uzi at her back anyway. Just enough so that she could
see what was going on outside.

"You know, Jimmy," Phyllis said as she also watched the woman through the
large plate glass display window. "I got the impression that the little missy
here don't think that the Police are going to be too impressed with our
demands. That they might not be willing to give us what we want. Isn't that
right, little missy."

"You'd know that better than I would," Lois responded, thinking that a bad
situation was about to take an even greater turn for the worse.

"It seems to me," Phyllis went on, "that they'd be more inclined to give us
what we wanted if they took us a little more seriously."

"I think they take you quite seriously," Lois said, motioning to the prone
body of the dead guard.

"Oh that was an accident," Phyllis laughed. "Damn fool wouldn't drop his gun
when I told him to. This time, they'll know we meant it."

"This time?" a confused Lois asked.

"Jimmy," Phyllis said in a cold, calm voice. "I want you to shoot that woman
walking across the street. Put one right in the back of her pretty head. We
don't need her to talk to the Police, all we have to say is on that little
recorder in her hand."

Twin cold waves flashed through Lois's body. The first caused by the notion
that she could've been the woman out there in the street, unaware that she
had just been selected to die to make a point. The second from the knowledge
that there was no way she was just going to stand there and let it happen.

"Jimmy, no, you can't," she called out to the weak link among the two. "You
can't just kill her."

"Jimmy, I told you to do something," Phyllis said angrily. "Now do it!"

Jimmy raised his pistol and aimed it at the back of the woman's head. He was
a crack shot if nothing else. There was no way he could miss. A long three
seconds passed as he hesitated. Then he dropped his arm, his weapon unfired.

"Goddamn you, Jimmy Nelson!" Phyllis shouted as she began to raise her own
gun and take aim out the window.

Lois saw her opportunity and didn't waste a second of it. An Army brat, she
had been trained in the use of firearms by her father since before she was
even a teenager. In one fluid motion, she jabbed an elbow into Jimmy's
stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Continuing her move, she grabbed
the revolver out of his hand and turned it in the direction of Phyllis.

On television or in the movies, this was the point where the hero, or heroine
in this case, called out for the villain to drop their weapon and give up.
But this was real life and Lois knew all too well that things didn't really
happen quite the way Hollywood said so.

Without hesitation, her finger closed on the trigger, sending a lead slug
across the room to find a resting place in the center of Phyllis chest. In
reaction, the air exploded out of the larger woman's lungs and her grip on
her machine pistol came loose. By the time the bang of the shot reached her
ears, she was already dead and didn't hear it.

"Don't you move," Lois said to Jimmy as she turned the gun in his direction.

The sound of running feet filled the air and within seconds the SCU filled
the store. Two of them relieved Lois of both the firearm and the remaining
live suspect.

"My God, Lois," Maggie Sawyer said as she followed her assault troops into
the store, "what the hell did you think you were doing?"

It took Lois a few breaths to regain her composure. Then she told Maggie what
had happened and how the young mother was about to be killed just short of
the Police line.

"You still took a hell of a risk," Maggie said, glancing down at Phyllis's
body and feeling an admiration for the accuracy of the killing shot. "and
officially, that's what I'm going to have to say in my report."

"I don't have a problem with that," Lois replied, knowing that the powers
that be would come down on her friend if she said anything less.

"Unofficially," the Captain added, the SCU is about to undergo a major
expansion. If you ever want to trade in your word processor for a badge,
I'll be glad to recommend you."

"Thanks, but no thanks, Mag," Lois said as the rush of it all finally began
to wear off. "but what I could use is a drink right now, or at least after I
file my story."

"I'll tell you what," Maggie said. "You call in and file your story and then
we'll go down to headquarters and write my report. Even though you're not on
the Force, we're going to need an official statement from you on the
shooting. After that, I'll take you out to dinner. Hell, after what you did
today, I'll even cook you dinner."

"You can cook?" Lois asked in surprise.

"Some of us do manage to acquire non-professional skills along the way," the
older woman laughed.

"This I have to see," Lois laughed as well.

"That was a truly awful dinner," Lois said as she stretched out on the left
end of the small couch in Maggie's three room apartment.

"Really?" Maggie, who was on the right side of the couch, asked. "I guess
that helps explain the second and third helpings you had."

"Well I didn't want to hurt your feelings," Lois countered as she raised the
small glass filled with amber liquid to her lips. "At least until I had a
chance to raid your liquor cabinet."

Despite the fact that she really didn't drink all that often, Lois drained
the glass in a single gulp. If any day called for a drink, this one certainly

"Insult my cooking and drink my booze, huh," Maggie laughed as she drained
her own glass. The day had been no less hard on her. "If I had wanted
treatment like that I'd have invited Inspector Turpin to dinner."

Lois laughed as well, picturing the bull moose of a police officer laying
here on Maggie's couch.

"You know, the Department wants me to do a few interviews with the press,"
Maggie said, changing the subject. "Get some positive publicity for the SCU
and the expansion."

"Sounds like a good idea. I'd be the first to say you do great work." Lois
replied. " Do you want me to try and arrange something with the Planet?"

"No, the department already set something up with The Star," Maggie answered
as she refilled both their glasses. "Some reporter named Toby Raines."

"I've met her at a few functions, she's good.," Lois said as she took a small
sip of her drink this time. "Not as good as me of course but ..."

"Is anyone as good as you?" the older woman cut her off.

"If there is, I haven't met them yet." Lois laughed.

"Why did I know you were going to say that." Maggie replied.

"Seriously though, I think you'll like her."

"Do you mean that I'll like her as a reporter," Maggie asked as she sat up,
"or that I'll like her as you're trying to play matchmaker again."

"Well I don't know from first hand experience," Lois said, "but a little
birdie whispered in my ear."

"Speaking of whispers," Maggie changed the subject. "What's this I keep
hearing about you and Lex Luthor?"

"I've had dinner with him a few times, been to a few parties he's thrown."
Lois answered. "Now all of a sudden he wants to make me wife number 6, or is
it 7."

"And are you going to be?"

"Not planning on it," Lois replied. "Lex is the type of man who likes to own
things. I think the real reason he wants me so much is that I'm one of the
few women he's met that has no problem saying no to him."

"He's a pretty powerful man," Maggie noted. "A lot of people say the most
powerful man in Metropolis."

"Power isn't everything," Lois said. "There has to be something more in a
man, something special."

"From what I've seen," Maggie said, "I think you're looking for something
more than just special."

"What do you mean?" Lois asked.

"You act like you're looking for some kind of superman," Maggie explained.

"A superman?" Lois laughed. "Not likely in this town."

"Well, if only for tonight," Maggie asked as she put her drink down on the
table and moved closer to Lois. "Would you settle for an ordinary woman?"

"You're hardly ordinary," Lois replied as she met Maggie halfway and pressed
her lips to hers.

As their lips met, Lois felt Maggie's hands press against her large breasts.
The reporter let out a soft sigh between kisses as Maggie's fingers began to
undo the buttons of Lois's blouse. The touch of her hand against naked flesh
caused the younger woman's heart to beat a little more rapidly.

Even as the yellow material parted to reveal the large globes beneath,
lips and tongues continued to dance against their counterparts. Probing,
caressing, sharing the fire rising in each of them.

Only when she slid the blouse down Lois's arms did Maggie finally look down
at the lacy white push-up bra beneath. It was designed more to put the soft
mounds on display rather than restrain them, reminding the veteran officer
that Lois liked to use any advantage to get her story. Well within reason of
course. Lois might give a source a quick look to loosen a tongue, but she
hadn't slept her way to the top.

Maggie reached down to the small clasp between the D-cups and undid it. The
flimsy material came loose in her hands, the softness of it only exceeded a
moment later by that of Lois's breasts. The ace reporter let out an even
louder sigh as strong hands cupped her mounds.

Lowering her head, Maggie brought her lips to the bright pink nipples in her
hand. Excitedly, she lifted each mound to her mouth and licked each of them.

"Oh God, Mags," Lois gasped as she felt the older woman's tongue caress her
flesh, "you do that better than anyone else I know."

As she closed her eyes for a moment, just to savor Maggie's touch, Lois was
reminded what else the woman in her arms did better than anyone else. The
memory brought an anticipatory warmth between her legs.

With a roughness that excited Lois, Maggie pressed her hand between the
reporter's legs and rubbed her fingers against the damp panties covering her
mound. Lois shifted her body on the couch to give Maggie better access to her

The feel of Maggie's fingers against her mound brought Lois back to the first
time they had made love. It had been a year ago, on the night she had first
interviewed the newly promoted Captain. Neither of them had expected the
interview to end in bed, but neither had been disappointed at the outcome

Lois had been bisexual since her college years, taking what pleasures
life had to offer when and where she could. During her meteoric rise to
prominence, it was all she was willing to let happen.

Maggie, on the other hand, had come to realize her lesbianism later in life,
after she had married and begun to raise a family. She had left behind a
husband, daughter and career to start over in Metropolis. Like Lois, she'd
let little in the way of emotional entanglements get in the way of her

Despite the difference in their ages, she and Lois were kindred spirits.
Neither thought the other "the one", but both were more than happy to take
solace in each other's arms when the opportunity arose. So far, this was the
third time it had.

Lois felt herself being pressed down on the couch as Maggie climbed on top
of her. Normally, the younger brunette preferred to be the aggressor in
lovemaking, but Maggie was the exception to that rule.

The two women pressed their clothed bodies against each other, their mouths
and hands continuing to explore the other. They played for a few minutes
more, then separated to rid themselves of their inhibiting clothes.

Maggie quickly undid her police blue shirt and slacks as Lois took off her
skirt. Footwear and remaining undergarments quickly followed as each filled
with desire.

Maggie was slightly taller than Lois, but had breasts half her size. Even so,
they perfectly fit her much slimmer build. Each was capped by a small, bright
pink areola. Between her legs rested a thick bush of dark brown hair.

In contrast, Lois kept her own mound tightly trimmed to the point where it
was almost teen like in appearance. Lifting her hands to her heavy breasts,
the twenty-five year old played for a moment with her thick nipples. An
appreciation of which was clearly evident in Maggie's eyes.

Again taking the lead, Maggie pulled Lois to her and kissed her hard, her
hands replacing Lois's around her large mounds. Excitedly, Maggie lifted one
mound at a time to her mouth once more, taking the thick nipples between her

As she sucked at Lois's bounty, Maggie's free hand returned again to the
soft spot between Lois's legs and this time, penetrated her with two of her
fingers. An action Lois was quick to duplicate on the Police Captain.

Lois also took the opportunity to orally caress Maggie's mounds as well. They
might not have been as spectacular as her own, but from the passion she drew
from them it was obvious that she didn't care about that in the least.

The pace of their lovemaking increased as Maggie again showed her dominance
and pressed Lois face down on the hard wood floor. The taller woman climbed
on top of her and began to massage her way down the length of Lois's body.

Her strong hands caressed the soft flesh, starting at her shoulders and
quickly coming to rest at the supple cheeks of her ass. Maggie spread Lois's
legs and lifted her slightly off the floor. Just far enough to give her free
access to the reporter's womanhood.

Wasting no time, the short haired woman pressed her tongue deep within her
lover, quickly producing a series of quick reactions within Lois's body.
Loving women might have come later in life for Maggie, but she had more than
made up for the late start with a natural desire to give pleasure.

Resounding waves of delight fluttered across Lois's body as she felt Maggie's
tongue and fingers stroke her most sensitive spots. Her heart began to race
once more, mirroring the warm rush that was causing her body to begin to
gently quiver.

Taking hold of Lois's legs, Maggie flipped the reporter over, giving her
even greater access to her now saturated mound. Without missing a beat, she
continued her ministrations, pushing the younger woman closer to the edge of

Feeling Lois's body beginning to erupt, Maggie grabbed hold of her cheeks and
held her even tighter. Waves of pleasure washed over Lois as an orgasm of
spectacular proportions burst from within her.

Maggie held her tight, not releasing her hold until the younger woman's
climax was totally spent. Savoring the results of her orgasm with almost as
much enjoyment as it had been for the recipient.

Almost was something that Lois wasn't about to let Maggie settle for. As soon
as she caught her breath, Lois switched their positions and went to work on
Maggie with an equal if not greater intensity.

One thing she had gained from her hard driving father that she had always
appreciated was the motivation to be the best at everything she did. While
she was sure orally pleasing another woman was hardly one of the things
Captain Sam Lane had in mind when he offered that advice, Lois had made
certain in the years since that if she couldn't be the best, she would be
close enough for no one to be able to complain.

Maggie's body began to quake as Lois's had as the reporter licked and sucked
her excited clit with a fevered intensity. The rich aroma of the older
woman's excitement filled Lois, acting as an aphrodisiac and driving her even

Maggie cried out loudly as an orgasm deeper than that she had given Lois
filled her. Her slim body twitched spastically as she threw her head back.
Maggie's thighs contracted and her legs wrapped tight around Lois's head. A
distraction that Lois ignored as she continued to massage her lover with her
tongue, coming to a stop only long after the last of Maggie's violent tremors
had subsided.

The two women lay naked and intertwined on the hard wood floor, enjoying the
slowly cooling press of each other's body. There was no need for artificial
words of endearment, they were beyond such superficialities. Each had given
the other exactly what she needed, under conditions that both could accept.

It would be nice, they would both admit, if there could be something more.
Maybe someday, each would be lucky enough to meet "the one". If that day ever
did come, both would be happy for the other. After all, that's what real
friends wanted for each other.

"Oh shit," Maggie said as the small beeper still clipped to her belt began to
chime. "Can't I even get one full night to spend with someone."

Lois smiled as Maggie untangled herself and retrieved the beeper. Despite
what her lover said, she knew they were only words. Like in her own case,
career always came first.

"What's up?" Lois asked.

"Duty calls," Maggie said as she picked up the phone and quickly dialed a

Lois had to fight her instincts and not try to overhear the brief phone
conversation. That was one of the rules their friendship was based on. Lois
would never use information gained through personal intimacy.

"Meet me outside in fifteen minutes, Dan," Lois heard Maggie say just before
hanging up the receiver.

"I'm afraid that you'll have to let yourself out, Lois," Maggie apologized.
"I just have time for a quick shower."

"No problem, I heard," Lois replied as she began to gather her own clothes
off the floor.

She was thankful that her own car was parked right outside the building
because a quick whiff told her that she needed a shower as well. Dressing
quickly, she headed for the door in order to be gone before Maggie's ride
showed up. The Police Captain might not hide the fact that she slept with
women, but it was better for all if people didn't know which women they
were. A lot less complications that way.

"Oh and Lois," Maggie said before she vanished into the bathroom. "If you do
happen to find a superman when you go up on the Constitution next week, be
sure to ask him if he has a sister. In fact, I'd even settle for a cousin."

"Yeah, right," Lois laughed before closing the apartment door behind her.
"I'd have to go into outer space to find the guy that's going to get me to
settle down."


(c) Ann Douglas 2001


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