Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do With The Handful of Honey?

Grease Ivy's Ass

From long experience, Lois knew that some guys liked a finger up the butt as they were sucked off. The reporter had never really been with a woman before, but she didn't mind a little anal play for extra stimulation herself so...it was worth a try.

As her numb tongue lapped at Poison Ivy's pussy, Lois Lane brought her sticky hand sliding up between the pale legs, one well-lubed finger sliding along the little stretch of flesh that separated pussy and asshole...and began to probe, delicately, at the villain's anus.

The thighs quaked, Ivy gasping as the reporter's fingers massaged around the rim, not even penetrating the villain's nightsoil garden just yet. But Lois knew that must be a weak spot, because Ivy shuddered and gasped, like a leaf on a breeze.

"Oh you dirty little thing...you really want to get your roots into me, is that it? Well...get down on the ground." Ivy ordered.

Mouth still feeling numb, Lois obeyed, planting her back on the loamy soil of the growhouse. She squinted against the bright grow lamps above—and then a great pale moon eclipsed the artificial suns. Poison Ivy squatted over the reporter, spreading her ass cheeks apart with her hands. The pale earth-toned anus descended toward Lois.

It smelled like a forest floor, all mouldering leaves and new-turned earth, the gentle rot of hardwoods...and Lois had a terrible, sinking feeling in her stomach that she knew exactly what she was in for.

"Lick me," Ivy insisted, confirming the reporter's fears. "Dig in deep!"