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Chapter 15 by Zeebop Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Fist Her Cunt

It was like an itch, deep within, that couldn't be scratched. The dark black goo oozed between her fingers as the reporter strove to shove them in deeper. Tears stung her eyes as Lois hunched over the floor in frustrated need. The pain and discomfort of her pussy were only secondary to the burning heat building up between her legs, spreading over her skin like a rash, and she vaguely was aware that her pussy was pure grey now, like dead flesh, the black veins within spreading slowly from the point of infection.

Lois Lane didn't care. The mingle of pleasure and pain was intolerable. She had a need that could only be sated one way.

The naked reporter collapsed onto her side, one leg raised to spread her pussy as far as it would go. She brought her right hand back to the entrance, every knuckle covered with glossy black ooze, and brought the five fingers together in a point. Then with mounting lust and trepidation, she pushed them forward.

There was resistance. Black goo squirted from between her fingers as the once-pink pussy stretched painfully over the breadth of her hand. Lois Lane's breathing became a ragged pant interspersed with animal-like mewls as she wriggled her hand back and forth, stretching out the tiny canal, the itching, burning point of desperation just out of reach. An ache was beginning in the muscles of her arms and legs, and Lois was dimly aware of black veins creeping beneath a skin growing dark and ashy...

With a raw grunt, some inner barrier within Lois collapsed...and her whole hand slipped within the pussy, the lips of her labia closing loosely about her wrist. Lois gasped and sighed, trying not to howl as she stirred up the hot liquid morass that was her cunt, the walls tight and sensitive. She had never had anything this big penetrate her before...had never felt this good just from penetration...

Still, that little point of irritation was deeper inside. A niggling little itch, like the grain of sand that becomes a pearl, and Lois Lane bent forward, body contorting as she sought to shove her fist ever deeper into her corrupted cunt, while the foul black ooze continued to spread through her body.

Is One Fist Enough?

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