INSANE ABOUT LOIS LANE SERIES
SUPERHERO WIVES' CATFIGHT
Angie Everhart as Mary Jane Watson Parker and Teri Hatcher as Lois Lane
Mrs Superman Challenges Mrs Spiderman
International supermodel Mary Jane Watson-Parker had traveled to Metropolis for
one of the biggest fashion shows on the East Coast that year, and had taken up
residence in a suite in one of the city's most luxurious hotels. She had already
done her modeling bit for this day, and now she was waiting for some reporter
for The Daily Planet newspaper to come to the hotel and interview her. She
relaxed on the leather couch in her suite, looking resplendent in a white blazer
and matching skirt, complete with white heels, her long legs crossed one over
the other as she waited.
There was a knock on the door, and Mary Jane got up and cordially admitted Lois
Lane, Daily Planet reporter extraordinaire. She looked fantastic in a purple
dress with matching pumps. Normally Lois, a feisty, beautiful brunette, covered
real, hard news, not the society pages; but she was doing it as a favor for a
Planet cohort - and besides, there were some pointed questions she wanted to ask
of the jet-setting redhead.
The interview went well enough at first, Lois asking the usual questions a
reporter inquired of a celebrity, and Mary Jane making the usual celebrity
replies to reporter questions ... until Lois sprung a surprise on her hostess.
“Reports in New York have linked you to the hero known as Spider-Man, Mrs.
Watson-Parker. Any comment on that?”
Mary Jane looked aghast at Lois. Did she know that the fabulous supermodel was
indeed married to that particular crime-fighter? But no, how could this Lane
woman know? She decided to play dumb.
“Linked?” intoned the redhead. “Linked how?”
“Well, he’s saved your life on more than one occasion, and rumor has it there’s
something more to your … relationship than the old hero saving the
Mary Jane stared straight at Lois, feeling a white-hot anger growing inside her.
What the hell was Lane asking these damn questions for? Had someone revealed
her Mary Jane’s husband’s secret identity to the reporter? Then a thought
crossed Mary Jane’s mind, and she smiled. Time to turn the tables.
“Well, Miss Lane, it’s been said that Superman saves your life on a routine,
almost daily basis, or so I’ve heard. Should I ask you if there’s anything going
on between you and him?”
Lois was taken aback, but only for a moment. There was no way this little
redheaded wench could know that she was married to the Man of Steel.
“I’ll ask the questions here, miss, if you don’t mind,” replied Lois sternly.
“Well, Miss Lane, as a matter of fact, I do mind. This is sensationalism.”
“I think this interview is over.”
“Fine! I’m not going to sit here and be insulted by some know-nothing bitch like
you, Lane! Now leave!”
“What did you call me, you little redheaded whore?”
“You heard me!” snapped the supermodel. “Want to make something out of it?”
“You bet I do!” shot back the reporter.
“Fine then,” said Mary Jane. “Let’s fight it out like women, then - I’m game if
“Name your game, then!” retorted Lois.
Mary Jane looked over at the queen-size bed and smiled.
“We fight completely nude, beginning on the bed. No rules, no holds barred. We
fight until one of us is out cold.”
“Fine by me!” snapped Lois, eager to begin.
Both women got up and stripped to the skin, and then they faced each other naked
on their knees on the luxurious bed. Both women had looks and bodies to die for.
Both were absolutely gorgeous, both with long tapering legs, huge full breasts,
and tight little asses to complement their fantastic faces. Mary Jane had long,
flame-red hair that cascaded down over shoulders and down her back, while Lois
kept her brown hair shoulder-length. Neither was really a fighter, but neither
was exactly afraid to fight, either. They waited, hands upraised, for the clock
to chime the hour so they could tear into each other tooth and nail.
Four bells later, the bout was joined as Mary Jane lunged forward to seize Lois
by the throat with both hands and squeeze ruthlessly, fingers crushing the
reporter’s neck. The brunette gasped for a second before joining her hands and
smashing them down on the bridge of the supermodel’s nose. A wounded Mary Jane
let go and fell back on the bed, Lois surging forward after her; but the redhead
braced her bare feet against the brunette's naked chest and thrust her backwards
on the bed. Regaining their knees, the two beauties seized each other in grips
of steel, arms wrapped tightly about each other's upper bodies as they rolled
back and forth on the comforter. Their long, tapering legs became totally
entangled as they fell sideways and fought and kicked for advantage, neither
woman able to gain the upper hand (or foot). So lost were they in their struggle
that they didn't see the edge of the bed coming up until they had rolled right
off it and onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Both women were dazed by the fall and began to sit up slowly, but Lois recovered
first. Getting behind Mary Jane, she scissored the redhead's waist from behind
before draping her arms across Mary Jane's
neck in a headlock/chokehold. Mary Jane gasped as the breath was double-squeezed
from her body, but she managed to pitch forward until she was on her knees,
still under siege by the brunette. Rising slowly to her feet, with Lois still
mounted on her back, Mary Jane wrapped her long arms over and underneath Lois’
smooth thighs until she herself stood up straight (with Lois on her like a
writhing, wriggling backpack) and then the redhead steeled herself for her
counterattack. She waited one, two, three seconds as Lois continued to crush her
at both ends, then Mary Jane drove herself backwards at full speed until she
crashed into the wall behind them.
Stunned by the blow, Lois felt her grips loosen. Two more back-first crashes
into the wall and she tumbled off of the redhead to land heavily on the
green-carpeted floor. Mary Jane knew it was now her turn to make her opponent
pay, and she reached down to grab Lois by the ankles before dragging her to the
middle of the room between the bed and television, the carpet scraping and
roughing up Lois’ tender breasts and fleshy nipples. The brunette sobbed
slightly, but next thing she knew she was being hoisted in the air and turned
180 degrees. She then felt arms wrapping about her waist and fists knotting in
the small of her back, followed by intense pressure, as Mary Jane began crushing
the brunette in a classic textbook bearhug.
Lois’ arms splayed out helplessly to the sides as Mary Jane intensified her
vise-like hold, squeezing the life from the brunette while bouncing the
dark-haired girl up and down on her toes. Lois moaned audibly as she felt her
spine snapping under the relentless pressure; she saw Mary Jane's blue eyes
ablaze, her white teeth firmly clenched, as the redhead funneled every ounce of
effort into her thin but strong arms. Feeling the fight draining from her, Lois
began to push under Mary Jane's chin with both hands, trying to push out of her
foe's grasp, but the redhead only reared back and lifted the brunette even
higher into the air before slamming Lois back down onto the soles of her bare
Frantic now, Lois decided to circumvent the immediate problem by giving Mary
Jane something else to concentrate on. Her left hand clamped over the redhead's
mouth, while her right hand pinched Mary Jane's nostrils shut to complete a
perfect smother hold. Mary Jane's eyes grew even wider as she struggled to
breathe and found no air coming in. She squeezed Lois even harder, further
damaging the brunette's back, but the other woman's soft hands held fast over
her pretty face. Frantic herself now, Mary Jane released the brunette from her
arms and seized Lois by the wrists, but then Lois rammed her knee up into the
redhead's crotch, bone connecting on bone with a sharp crack. The redhead
whimpered and whined, but her cries were muffled by Lois’ suffocating hands.
Desperate to escape as the room began to swirl around her from lack of oxygen,
Mary Jane pulled and tugged like mad, using up her much of her air in the
process, until finally she wrenched free and gasped for breath, sweaty breasts
heaving and falling as she sucked in sweet lungfuls of air.
Her mini-victory was short-lived, though, as Lois again drove her knee up into
Mary Jane's womanhood, dropping the anguished redhead to her own knees. Lois
then spun her enemy around and threw her face-first against the dresser, hard.
Mary Jane was stunned and offered no resistance as Lois reached down in front of
her and grabbed the redhead's pert breasts. She pulled the redhead up to her
feet and began mauling her antagonist's mammaries from behind, their respective
ecstasy and agony fully apparent in the mirror in front of them - Lois grinning
wickedly in domination, Mary Jane suffering silently with eyes shut tight. The
brunette continued to rough up the redhead in this manner for the next few
moments, Mary Jane's soft fleshy mounds like silly putty in Lois’ greedy,
grasping hands, until the brunette slammed Mary Jane down headfirst into the
The redhead was almost knocked cold by the blow, but hung in there as she
clutched at the dresser and tried to regain her feet. She stumbled the first
time, and then the second, displacing the drawer in front of
her, but she began to rise slightly on the third attempt.
A wicked thought crossed Lois’ mind as this new opportunity arose in front of
her. She knew she really shouldn't - but she also figured when would she ever
have the chance to do this again, especially to a supermodel?
Smiling evilly as she grabbed Mary Jane by the back of the shoulders, Lois
forced the redhead down again until Mary Jane's breasts were all the way inside
the open drawer; then she released the redhead and pushed the drawer shut hard -
with Mary Jane's hanging tits in the way. Mary Jane wanted to scream, but Lois
quickly covered her mouth with one hand to stifle the redhead in a smother hold,
while using her other hand to keep pressing the drawer forward, and her
voluptuous body to bash against the redhead’s back, the brunette assaulting Mary
Jane's chest as if it were stuck in a trash compactor. Tears spilled from Mary
Jane's eyes, but not just from pain. Her anger rising as her consciousness fully
returned, a furious Mary Jane lashed back with an elbow and caught Lois square
in the cunt, knocking the brunette back with a gasp onto the bed. Mary Jane
turned violently to wrench herself free from the drawer, and then dove on the
bed and onto Lois. Seizing the advantage as Lois tried to cover up, Mary Jane
grabbed the brunette by the hair before flattening herself down against her foe
and forcing her bouncing boobs over the brunette's face in a classic
Lois clawed at Mary Jane's shoulders with her nails and scissored the redhead's
waist with her long legs, but Mary Jane continued to hump and grind her
fantastic chest against Lois’ fabulous face, cutting off her opponent’s oxygen.
Their furry red and brown pussies ground together as they strained against one
another, both women feeling ecstasy even as they fought against each other. Mary
Jane held Lois’ head even tighter, the soft flesh of her huge breasts completely
filling Lois’ breathing passages, the brunette's jaws too constrained to open
and bite her way free as she had done before in these catfighting situations.
Lois’ legs fell limply away from about Mary Jane's torso as she weakened in the
other woman's all-encompassing grip, her strength sapping as her air ran out.
Finally, when Lois was on the verge of passing out, Mary Jane released her prey
and got up off her. Getting behind the brunette, Mary Jane pushed Lois up onto
her apple of an ass before reaching underneath the brunette's legs to grab her
under the knees. Mary Jane then reared back to put terrible pressure on Lois’
legs and lower back, but the exhausted brunette could offer no resistance. She
simply whimpered and scrunched her airborne toes, her helplessness evident in
the mirror. Mary Jane held Lois this way for the next minute or two, biting down
on a toe or two of the brunette's to hurt her a little bit more, before sliding
her soft hands down to the brunette's brown-furred crotch.
"No," whispered a frightened Lois. "No, don't …"
"Shhh!" whispered Mary Jane back harshly.
Once there, Mary Jane's fingers began to pry Lois’ fleshy pussy lips apart,
spreading them wider and wider until Lois was fighting madly to both stay
conscious and not cum all over the comforter. The redhead was in ecstasy,
probing the forbidden flesh with her long red nails, scratching lightly every so
often while also jamming a finger home from time to time to make the brunette
shudder like a leaf. Oh, how the redhead wished she had a plunger with her …
Mary Jane then released her hold, sank her hands into Lois’ pliable ass cheeks,
and pushed Lois forward to the corner edge of the bed. Rolling the brunette over
by the shoulders, Mary Jane again flattened herself atop her foe and entwined
her long legs under and over Lois’, locking her ankles around the brunette's
until she had achieved a perfect grapevine. She also bound Lois’ wrists tightly
with her own hands, to prevent any sudden counterattacks.
Lois’ head lolled just over the edge of the soft luxurious bed, and Mary Jane
decided to finish the fight for good. First she bit down on Lois’ left breast,
chewing heartily on the erect brown nipple and the soft surrounding white flesh,
as Lois squealed softly, hoping it would end soon, the brunette knowing she was
going down to defeat but too tired to really resist any more. A minute or more
later, and the redhead decided to go for the coup-de-grace.
Her face right in Lois’, Mary Jane locked both of her hands about the brunette's
throat and began to squeeze methodically, making short sharp thrusts with her
thumbs and hands. The two beauties bounced up and down on the bed, Lois growing
more subservient, Mary Jane growing more frenzied the harder she choked her
victim, until the redhead almost had her orgasm right then and there.
Lois’ throat felt good in Mary Jane’s hands as they sank deeper into its soft,
yielding flesh. The brunette had no leverage and no route of escape – she could
only scratch at the back of her attacker's shoulders as she felt her
consciousness slipping away. The hands held, pulling the brunette's head up and
down slightly as their pressure slowly but steadily increased. Both women's eyes
were shut tight in respective ecstasy and agony as before, with the roles
reversed this time. Lois’ resistance grew ever feebler, the breath being
squeezed bodily from the beautiful brunette by the gorgeous redhead.
In a final act of defiance, Lois inserted two long fingers into Mary Jane’s
waiting snatch, digging, thrusting, scratching, and penetrating with her
blood-red nails, as the redhead moaned long and loud in response. Totally turned
on now, Mary Jane bent down low and pressed her wet lips hard over Lois’ in a
long, sensual kiss, tongues grappling and wrestling with each other's as they
hungrily devoured one another's mouths. A final thrust of the lovely redhead's
gripping, squeezing hands; a final languid gasp from the anguished, fading
brunette and then they both exploded, soaking the sheets with thick torrents of
cum - and then both battlers were still.
They lay there together for a long while, like lovers in climax. Only Mary Jane
was still awake - barely. She brushed a shock of matted wet hair from Lois’
silent face, ran her crimson-tipped fingers across the other woman's soft lips.
Then the redhead crushed the brunette's left breast with her right hand, and
squeezed her opponent’s sopping cunt with her left, harder and harder with each
hand, for what seemed like an eternity, before relaxing both grips, her bare
hands still in place on her rival’s prone body. Then Mary Jane rested her head
on Lois’ ample chest and heaved a sigh of relief, before drifting off to sleep
atop her vanquished prey ...
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