Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Does Lois Get Off?

Lois Cums In The Middle Of The Dance Floor

There were times when masturbating when Lois Lane couldn't stop. Her finger was a blur on her clit, her hips heaved up and down, letting that still-hard prick slide in and out of her cunny, her eyes were closed to the sweaty sea of people around them, the music was deafening...and Lois didn't care about the feet that almost stomped on her, the eyes that ran over her, or anything else. She was in that zone, that moment, where stopping was just impossible. The need had risen too high inside her, and she was so close that she didn't care about anything. Not the extra wetness in her pussy and what it entailed, not the stranger whose cock her cunt was squeezing, not how exposed she was...

...and when she slipped over the edge, shuddering and biting her lip to keep from crying out, the crowd around her gave out a cheering roar that was louder than anything else...and Lois didn't know if they were applauding the band or her performance.

Hands grabbed her and pulled her off of the dick. Lois Lane's eyes flashed open at once as she found her feet, knees shaky...face flushed, something wet and sticky dripping down her leg...a cold beer was pushed into the reporter's hand and suddenly thirsty, she brought it to her lips and drank half of it. A hand touched her shoulder and she shrugged it off, turned...and found herself facing a woman a head taller than herself, in a black cowboy hat and boots, ripped, sleeveless black t-shirt that revealed she wasn't wearing a bra...and then Lois looked down and saw it wasn't a woman at all.

A very wet, half-hard cock was awkwardly sticking out of a pair of jeans that had been held close with a baby pin. The dickgirl smiled nodded toward her left...and Lois followed the gaze, and saw the sign for a restroom.

Together, they fought their way out from the crowd...the reporter realized her ears were still ringing from the music, the band screaming and the crowd screaming back...and as she finished the beer Lois left it on a table, and staggered into the bathroom, her dance floor lover not far behind...and as soon as the door shut behind them, finally cutting out some of the noise, the dickgirl spoke.