Angelica Unzips Her Pants

Angelica bent down low, setting the reporter's pants and shoes on the bed. Long dark hair hung wild over her shoulders, trailing over her breasts. Those dark eyes bored into Lois Lane's own like they could see down into her soul.

"You're drunk," she said.

"I know what I'm doing," Lois told her, careful not to slur her words.

She did, too. Lois Lane was one of those people that got horny when she was drunk. Maybe it was just the slightly lowering of her inhibitions, or maybe it was just that liquor did something to her libido. Still, some of the best sex she'd ever had was while she was drunk, and right now Lois was ready to fuck anything.

Not that she felt drunk, exactly. Lois could still think, the room wasn't spinning, not right now. There was a good buzz on now, body warm, pussy wet. Her hands itched, wanting something to do, but her body felt loose, languid...

The dickgirl straightened up, slid along the bed until her crotch was just about at eye-level for the drunken reporter. Angelica pulled the zipper down, slowly. A musky scent, full of sweat and the air of spilled beer and Lois Lane's own pussy juices wafted out from the dark hole.

"Prove it," Angelica said.

Lois gave as wicked a leer as she could manage as she reached past the dickgirl's hip to set the empty glass down on the shelf next to the bottle. Licked her lips in anticipation as she placed her feet on either side of Angelica's. The crotch was now level with her mouth, and the drunk woman brought her fingers up to spread the fly wide.

She pulled the cock out with difficulty. It was thick at the base and narrowed toward the tip, and longer than Lois remembered from their first encounter a little while ago. Nothing inhuman, but definitely bigger than anything that Lois had personally handled before...eight or nine inches when hard, at least. It felt like a thick rope in her hand.

"Big girl," Lois said, using her hands to hold up the flesh snake and peel back the foreskin, exposing the purple head. She gave it a tentative lick. A tingle of salt on the top of her tongue as it ran over the dickgirl's pisshole. Then she took the limp dick in her mouth, lips over her teeth, sucking hard. Her hands reached into the abyss, taken out the shaven balls, big as hen's eggs. The reporter liked that. A big Eastern basket on her bunny.

As her mouth bobbed and hand pumped, the cock was swiftly filling out. Soon it was all that Lois could do to fit her lips around it. The base of the cock had to be two inches in diameter, the swollen head scraping along the roof of her mouth.

"That's good," Angelica said. "Let's see how you take it..."

"Wait," Lois said, taking her mouth off the hard cock. It was very impressive, staring at it up close. Definitely at least eight inches, hard as an iron bar. Lois bit her lip, a weird thrill running down her spine. It was the biggest dick she had ever taken...but she knew she could take it. She already had, hadn't she?

You'll put your eye out! Her mother's voice came back to her, weirdly. Lois smiled at the inner jest.

"Just one thing..."