Chapter 13 by Zeebop

What message is that?

Batgirl Here Keep Eating Ass

The crowd gathered closer. Lois Lane could hear the shuffle of their feet, smell the sexual excitement in the air. There was that air of quiet anticipation, like a porn shoot as the performers took to their marks. Yet even as the reporter's tongue ran around and around inside Poison Ivy's ass, all of Lois Lane's attention was focused on the letters that were being spelled out in her pussy, the message that only she could receive.

It was a message of hope.

As soon as Lois had deciphered the last tongue-stroke, she grabbed Ivy about the waist. The redheaded villain's laughter choked off as her world suddenly went arse over teakettle. Not for nothing had Lois Lane spent time training with professional women wrestlers for an article on the life behind the kayfabe...and the impact of Ivy's shoulders against the floor momentarily stunned the villain.

Batgirl barely had time to get her legs out of the way. By the time Ivy got her breath back, Lois had the villain's butt in the air, her arms bending Ivy's legs back until the toes touched the floor, and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had her tongue buried deeper in that ass than every before. Lois Lane licked and slurped with the avid eagerness of a new convert to analingus, her whole body abuzz with the sloppy mess she was making of Poison Ivy's asshole. The unnatural lust instilled by Ivy's **** was still there—but now with Batgirl's antidote, the reporter had clarity to channel that feverish need into strength, pushing herself past her limits.

In the meantime, the redheaded hero was on her knees behind Lois, her tongue still slurping at that sodden slit. The crowd cheered at this display, the dark-haired slut caught between the two redheaded lesbians, like a dark moth caught between two flames.

On her knees, her own neglected pussy throbbing, Batgirl just hoped that this stunt would buy enough time.