End: All Of The Above

The last little shred of Lois Lane's inhibitions disappeared.

Her left hand closed around those swollen balls, thumb and forefinger barely able to wrap around the top of the scrotum. She tugged the heavy orbs down, and spat in the pink slit in front of her face. The tips of the reporter's right hand came together as she pressed it against Angelica Blaze's labia...

"I don't know what all you're doing back there, but I like it!" Blaze said...and Lois Lane felt a manic grin on her face as Blaze began to move, ass shifting backward and forward, the testes humping in the reporter's hand as Blaze fucked Callie...yet Lois was consumed in her work. Even with the shifting work, she pressed her fingers forward into the hot, tight tunnel.

Lois had never fisted anyone before. She wasn't sure how easy or hard it was supposed to be. Yet there was no gasp of pain, no pulling away as her fingers squeezed in, **** the cunt farther apart. The reporter's nostrils flared as she applied more strength as the resistance increased, her knuckles scraped against those outer lips and Lois licked them to better lube her hand...although Blaze was already dripping pussy juice down, over the hand that tugged at her balls...

Their audience seemed to hold their breath as, Lois worked her hand back and forth...and then she punched forward, and Blaze gave out an "Eeep!" and pushed hard into Callie, which made the young woman cry...and Lois felt the warm, wet folds close over her wrist like a vise.

There was only one thing left to do.

The reporter's hands were occupied. She couldn't pry apart the dickgirl's ass cheeks to get at her chocolate starfish. Lois had to press her face right in between those sweaty cheeks, her head filled with the nasty stank, as her tongue trailed down the crack of Angelica's ass until it found the bitter-tasting divor of Blaze's anus...and then, lois closed her eyes and leaned forward. Durying herself in that ass. Tugging on those balls with a sweaty hand. Moving her fist inside the dickgirl's cunt as far as she could...and the moans of her lovers rose and rose as Blaze's hard cock jumped and poked and stabbed deep into Callie's young, unprotected cunt.

Unconsciously, Lois began to beg and plead. She tugged harder, thrust deeper, her tongue slid into that tight sphincter into the nasty dark depths of Blaze's unwashed ass...

...and when she felt the cunny clamp tighter on her hand, the anus squeeze her tongue as though it would rip it out, the testes throb and jump, and heard the mutual gasp of that rarest of things, a mutual orgasm...Lois Lane shook in terrible pleasure as she felt the jizz flow through the base of the dick, filling up this young slut just as Lois herself had been filled.

Except then, a bit of jealousy hit Lois. She didn't want Callie to get pregnant. That might take Blaze away from her. A proprietary sense of ownership came over the reporter as she pulled her tongue out of the ass and bit one of the cheeks. Angelica Blaze got the message.

"Ow! What..."

"I want to eat the jizz out of her cunt," Lois said.

Callie didn't mind, as places were quickly shifted. Now it was Lois back, slurping the nasty, salty jizz out the young woman's cunny...and Blaze smacked the reporter's ass with a limp dick, leaving a sticky stain as if to mark it for her own.

Which suited Lois Lane just fine.

That was not the end of the night...no, by the end of the night Lois Lane was exhausted, and the videos were exploding all over the internet, and they were back in Lois Lane's apartment, just Angelica and herself, the dickgirl pumping away to unleash one final load int he reporter's sore, sticky, overfilled cunt...and when they fell asleep, Lois Lane knew she would wake up and have to face the consequences of what she had done on her night out...but that is a different story.