Lana Still Has Her Cock

The redhead knelt down on her elbows and knees before Lois. Grabbing the fat crimson cock between the reporter's eyes, Lana Lang spit on it. Her tongue reached out to lick the dark slit of the reporter's new pisshole, and Lois Lane shivered in sudden arousal as her friend-cum-lover began to slobber on her dick.

"Lana I...don't want you to stop what you're doing, but what are we doing here? I mean, I have a cock, you have a cock...are we just going to jerk each other off or what."

The other dickgirl looked up from her work for a minute.

"You're right, we don't have a pussy between us, do we?" She broke into a little smile. "I guess you'll have to fuck my ass."

Lois opened her mouth...and closed it. Swallowed hard. Of all the things she had thought might come out of this evening, fucking Lana Lang's asshole with a demonic cock wasn't on the list. Not that she was complaining...

They moved into one of the stalls, stripping off what was left of their clothes. Once the door was closed the space was...cosy, almost claustrophobic, and yet somehow much more intimate. Lois seated herself on a toilet, and Lana carefully climbed on top of her...face down, so that she could suck the reporter's cock. Lois, meanwhile, briefly got a face full of Lana's own wong, but her goal was a little different: the light brown dimple of Lana Lang's asshole.

As the redhead tried her best to stuff as much of the reporter's new dick in her mouth, Lois carefully wiped the thankfully-clean asshole with a bit of toilet paper and then....took a deep breath. Her heart pounded as she stared at the asshole...the first asshole she had ever considered eating out.

C'mon, Lane, Lois told herself. Everyone's got one, and you want to get your dick wet tonight, you want to do it without hurting her.

Lois bent her face down. The scent was...not as offensive as she thought. Her lips pressed against the little pucker, and she was surprised at how warm it was. She could actually feel a bit of a pulse through that sensitive sphincter. Not without a little trepidation, Lois opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

She felt Lana stiffen a little as the warm tongue-tip touched the sensitive middle of her little shithole. Lois paused, a sudden bitter earthiness on the tip of her tongue...but she had tasted worse as a cub reporter doing the international foodie tour of Australia after college. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Lois pressed her tongue forward.

For a few minutes, the stall was silent except for the wet schluck of tongues and lips, working away at their respective tasks. Lois became aware of the weight of Lana on her body, the way her hips were twitching, as if trying to fuck Lana's mouth. Her tongue was diving in and around, and Lois tried to work up some drool, to really lubricate the little hole...and maybe it was her imagination but the stall seemed to be getting hot and steamy, their skin slick with perspiration, and before very many minutes Lois realized she had her tongue as deep inside Lana's asshole as it could go, and she didn't really mind the taste.

"Lois?" Lana said from beneath her.

"Hmmm?" Lois murmured, her mouth full.

"I think...I think I'm wet enough now."