End: With A Very Long Tongue

The young woman's tongue lapped at the bottom of the reporter's pussy, licking up all the jizz drooling down...and pushed her tongue into Lois. Deep. The reporter bit back a moan as she felt the lips lock onto her slit, but there was no suction really, just that long tongue sliding deeper and deeper inside of her, retreating just a bit now and then as though to cover every inch...

A dark suspicion passed through the reporter's mind, but she lost it as Blaze's nose rubbed her clitoris. The tongue felt impossibly deep inside of her...at least four or five inches. Lois Lane had known cocks that didn't hit that deep inside of her, and still the tongue was pressing and sliding, almost as though it was...pushing something.

The cum! Lois realized as she was unable to stifle a sensual moan, raising her hips to let Angelica Blaze in deeper, feeling the liquid slide of the cum as it tried to find its lowest level...down by her cervix. The dickgirl rubbed her nose against the reporter's clit harder, and Angelica's hands cupped and massaged her ass. That impossible tongue was running over the reporter's g-spot, and Lois reached down and buried her hands in her lover's dark locks, wanting to wrench her head away from her pussy before it was too late.

The heat was building inside the reporter, the familiar need burning deep at the end of her cunt-tunnel, and that tongue was impossibly far inside of her now, pushing the jizz right up against her cervix, and if she came right now...

At the mouth of Lois Lane's pussy, Angelica Blaze started to make a sound somewhere between a hum and a purr, the vibrations moving straight through the reporter, setting all of her nerves on edge. The reporter's heart raced and she realized she was bucking and howling, impaled on the dickgirl's tongue, unable to dislodge her and, what was more...unwilling to.

The climax ripped through Lois Lane like nothing she had ever experienced in her life. For a moment her mind when blank, all thought erased, and she wasn't aware of anything—not the stone underneath her or the smell of jizz or the sound of her own voice as she hit a pure orgasmic crescendo that seemed to go on forever and ever and ever...

...and when it ended, Lois Lane blinked and found herself standing once more in front of the mirror in her own apartment. She shook herself from the reverie, the memories clear in her mind...yet here she was, fully clad, make-up perfect, ready for a night out at the club, to find the answers to what happened to those missing women. The reporter stared at herself in the mirror and frowned.

I couldn't have imagined all that, could I? It's been a while since I had sex, but it's not like me to just...zone out like that.

That was when Lois felt something inside of her. A warm wetness in her panties. With trepidation, she peeled her tight red pants down to mid-thigh, peeled off her black lack panties...and saw the family white goo dripping from her fresh-fucked cunt.

"No..." she said in growing horror as the realization hit her...and somewhere in Metropolis, a demon laughed and stroked her shaft. Because she knew, as Lois Lane did not, that the real horror was only beginning...