End: Callie's Face In Lois Lane's Cunt

Angelica Blaze had her ass against the sink, held the young woman's thighs in her strong hand, and kept her cock buried in Callie's ass. Lois Lane bent the young woman backward, Callie's back arching like a bridge, small pierced tits flashing into the light, arms wrapped around Lois's legs, so that the reporter could hold the head in between her thighs. The young woman's tongue darted, unsure and hesitant, the reporter's cunny.

With a grin, drunk on the thought of what was about to happen, Lois squeezed her cunt. The gagging sounds as the dickgirl's cum poured out of the reporter's pussy and onto Callie's face was like a balm to the reporter's soul.

The audience let out a ragged cheer. Hands were rubbing cocks and cunts openly, the crowd holding their smartphones out one-handed to film the action. Blaze caught the reporter's eye.

"I was hoping you'd keep that in for a while," The dickgirl said. Every thrust of her cock into Callie's ass sent the young woman's head between the reporter's legs. "Now you've gone and let it out, how are you going to get pregnant?"

Lois flashed a wicked grin back. "I guess you'll just have to fill me up again. After we finish with our little friend here."

The reporter reached down to grope the young woman's breasts. They were a trifle larger than her own, but did that shapeless thing that breasts do when a woman is on her back and gravity takes hold...but the nipples were so hard Lois could feel them dig into her palms.

Beneath her, the coughing and sputtering died down and the licking began again, this time more confidently. Lois smiled and groped harder in response to the lips that sucked on her sore labia. Blaze shifted her grip to raise up Callie's ass higher, and began to thrust harder and deeper. Lois saw the young woman's soft belly wobble and shake with each stroke, felt the moan echoing in her cunny.

The reporter felt a sudden, intense need to see this little bitch turned inside out.

She pulled at the small breasts, until the moaning voice buried in her cunny rose to just short of a scream. Blaze was moving faster now, shuffling Callie's lower half like she was nothing more than a cocksleeve, a toy for her pleasure, the impossibly strong dickgirl doing nothing except masturbating using this young woman's hot little ass as her personal cumdump.

Except she isn't Angie's cumdump, Lois thought, lost in the moment. I am!

It was impulse, stupid and sudden yet absolutely certain. Lois Lane had won a Pulitzer following such impulses, had gotten her first job as a journalist with that one. Now she felt a sea change inside of her, a startling, **** need.

"Don't you dare cum inside of her," Lois said, loud enough for the audience to hear. "You're going to cum in me."

Angelica Blaze met her eyes...and the Mona Lisa smile broke into something closer to the feral grin on Lois Lane's teeth.

They moved together then, thrusting their hips. When Lois pushed, Callie was pushed onto Blaze's cock; when Blaze pushed, Callie's head was **** back between the reporter's legs, her tired tongue running over the lips of the reporter's cunt. The young woman was nothing but the bridge between them, a living fucktoy, and as they moved faster and faster, harder and harder, Lois could feel the heat rising inside of her and knew that it would be soon...

With a sudden **** that surprised her, Blaze pulled the young woman entirely off of her cock, the vividly swollen purple head emerging with an audible pop. She dropped Callie's backside onto the floor, and Lois held onto Callie's head with her thighs only for the space of time it took for the dickgirl to move forward.

The fat testicles slapped Callie in the face as the cock buried itself deep into Lois Lane's cunt in a single stroke...and nearly as fast as that, Angelica began to cum and Lois began to squirt, their mingled juices dripping down on the fucked and exhausted young woman that they had taken for their pleasure.

Breathing hard, Angelica impulsively pressed her lips against Lois...and they two kissed as out in the crowd, sad streamers of jizz splattered on dirty tile or stained pants and skirts.

Callie finally dropped to the floor.

"Well," Blaze said. "That was fun."

"Hmm," Lois said. "Got another one in you?"

"Always," the dickgirl growled.

"Good. My place," Lois said. "Right now."

Their adoring public made way as the pair staggered out of the bathroom, leaving their fucktoy behind.

Come morning, there would be regrets—for the women that remained missing, for the young woman they had used and abused, for the vivid sex tape circulating across the internet—and Lois Lane would have her second thoughts about this wild night out.

Yet as they went out into the night, the morning was very far away.