I Could Lick Your Co—Er, Cunt

Lois Lane didn't even raise an eyebrow at Rat's Freudian slip. She wasn't sure what kind of sexual awakening he was going through right now, but at the moment she didn't care if he was gay, straight, bi, or some basement-dwelling 4chan user that spent hours a day fapping to Japanese drawings of dickgirls and was standing in front of his waking wetdream.

"Fine. Lick me," she said.

With almost comical eagerness, he brought his face forward. Lois grimaced as she felt his scraggly facial hair brush her thighs, but if he could do anything to get this thing out of her...

His tongue started at the very bottom of her pussy, right about the taint. Slathered its way up to the left, impossible not to lick cock and cunt at the same time. Lois wasn't sure it was actually doing anything for her. It wasn't bad, but most of her attention was focused on how her dick was bent and buried uncomfortably in her own twat.

"Look, that's...I don't know if that's helping," she managed.

Rat grabbed her knees, holding them apart as he pushed his mouth into her crotch. He wasn't even pretending not to lick her cock now, the wide tongue sliding over the smooth shaft that was splitting her pussy apart. She could feel the eager keenness of his approach, a kind of ardor she hadn't know in years.

What was more, it was kind of working for her. The added pressure on her cock was causing it to shift, ever so slightly, back and forth. Like she was fucking herself with her own dick. Even that tiny movement was causing a heat to build up inside her loins, the cock throbbing harder, stuffed pussy damp and starting to drip.

The man's oral **** on her conjoined crotch was unrelenting, and she wondered if he had a stiffy now, straining against his pants, desperately humping the air as if he was the one fucking her. And all the time the heat was building inside of her, a sudden intense need, and she could tell that there was something between her legs ready to come out, a pressure that needed to be unleashed.

Panting hard, she grabbed his head and crammed his face into her crotch and began to shift her hips, humping and rubbing herself against him—and she felt it, that last little bit of pressure setting her off. Hot liquid pleasure shot through the curve in her dick, and up inside of herself. Lois held him there for a long moment, cock pulsing, desperately trying to shoot off all of its white stuff inside of her.

And then when she released him, Rat fell back, panting.

His cock was hard. Lois could see that now. And he had a dazed expression on his face.

"That's probably the first time you've ever sexually satisfied a woman," Lois said, surprised at the cruelty of her own words. She reached down to feel her softening cock and pulled it out of herself with a wet schlick. Drops of white jizz splattered the floor beneath her.

"Right. Now that's sorted..." Lois paused to think. What do they do now? She'd come down here to find four missing women and had grown a dick. Rat looked up at her with sycophant eagerness, ready to please his...mistress.