Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do With The Handful of Honey?

Hoe the Ho's Garden

Fingers stinging and sticky with Ivy's sap, Lois latched onto the villain's clitoris and suckled gently as she brought her fingers up to the great red briar patch, fingers steepled into a tool designed to really hoe the ho's garden. Ivy moaned hard as the tips of the reporter's fingers broke new ground.

"What are you even doing to me?" Poison Ivy gasped.

Numbness spreading down her face and arm, Lois shoved her hand in and out slowly, trying to work by her rapidly-decreasing sense of touch as she sought to gently-but-firmly jam her hand into the wet, willing rose bush before her.

Got to make this overgrown triffid-lover to squirt her fertilizer, Lois thought. Fine control of her lips were already gone, numb as novocaine, and she was rubbing her mouth back and forth across the little sprout of a clitoris, her hand pressing in deeper. It seemed to be sliding in surprisingly easy...

"Yes! Deeper! More!" The villain gasped, her hands on the reporter's head, grinding Lois Lane's face into her crotch, knees buckling and dropping some of her body weight onto the reporter's hand, which was up to the third digit in the gaping honeypot and showing no sign of stopping.

Here goes, Lois thought, unable to feel her nose any more. She pushed upwards and Ivy gushed a hot stream of sap as the reporter's entire hand disappeared up inside of her. Rivulets of toxic pussy juice ran down the reporter's arm, the numbness swiftly spreading...but beyond that...Lois was feeling...good?

A weird euphoria was rushing through Lois. The grow lights started to get brighter, the whole scene more intense. It was like she could pick out the individual scents of the fertilizer, the sickly-sweet marijuana plants, the musky feminine odor of Ivy's pussy, her own gritty sweat. Her heart thundered in her ears, pulse picking up as though she was running a marathon, and the reporter began almost vibrating with energy.

"Ah, I see it's taking effect," Ivy said, ruffling the reporter's hair.