End: Eat Out Callie Together

"Goddess, you two are just unbelievable," Callie said in awe. "Are you on birth control? What if you get pregnant?"

Lois Lane turned toward the young woman. Beyond them, she could see the audience...and the reporter felt almost high, euphoric, utterly wanton...

"That's the idea."

"You know, Callie, we really should show our appreciation," Blaze said. She stepped back, to let her cock flop out of the reporter's cunny. Splooge as thick as yogurt splattered onto the floor, and one of the watchers groaned. "You've been such a big help, after all."

Lois picked up on what Blaze meant, and slid down onto her knees. "Oh yes. I think we should thank her properly."

Callie stood awkwardly, not sure what they meant...and then Lois and Angelica Blaze were on their knees. Lois undid the button her the young woman's cut-off shorts, and Blaze pulled them down. Hot lips bit into the bared buttocks...and Lois grinned up at her young friend as she pulled down the black thong that protected Callie's cunny.

The young woman stood there like a deer in the headlights, face flushed, not sure she could believe what was about to happen...not until Lois Lane's lips began to tug and slurp on her protruding labia, and Blaze's hands pulled the soft, pale buttcheeks apart, her long tongue licked down the crack of that ass...

When she had left for her night out, Lois Lane had never imagined that she would end up creampied, beg for a baby, fuck in front of an audience, and or eat out a young twenty-something...yet she didn't really care. Never in her life had she felt so...free. It wasn't just that she had said "to hell with the consequences," Lois knew she embraced the consequences. She hoped Angie did knock her up. She hoped the dickgirl would come back to her apartment and fuck her again and again...and she didn't mind if Callie came with them, or not.

As her lips settled on Callie's clit, and her tongue began to flick that bean fast so that the young woman moaned in utter ecstasy, Lois Lane reflected back on her choices tonight...and right then and there, as she tasted the tart cunt, so hot and wet in her mouth, and her lover's tongue rimmed the same little hussy's asshole...the reporter wondered if she would change a single thing, if she could.

What might have happened, if things had gone a little different? Lois wondered as more of Blaze's spunk oozed out onto the floor, and Callie's juices dripped down her chin. Would I have found those missing women? Would I have let Blaze knock me up? Or would I have ended the night alone, drinking wine, fucking my pussy like a lonely bachelorette while fapping to bad erotica on the internet?

She couldn't answer that...and, she didn't need to. What mattered now was the soft, clean cunt in front of her, and the cock that she hoped to lure back inside of hr, again and again. That was all that mattered to Lois Lane right now...and for better or for worse, that was how her night out would end.