Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What does Lois Lane do to Poison Ivy next?

Lois Fingerbangs Ivy's Ass As She Eats Her Pussy

"I always thought your cunt would taste like watermelon," Lois Lane said. A weird exhilaration filled the reporter. The kind of buzz she felt sometimes when she drank champagne too fast. Light-headed and horny. Invincible. Cruel as a cat with a mouse.

The reporter's fingers spread the lips of Poison Ivy's pussy. Around the bar, flower buds on various plants began to open.

"It's pink like watermelon," Lois said, and two fingers of her free hand slid easily into the pink tunnel. "Wet like one too."

Lois Lane grinned as she pressed her fingers knuckle-deep and then tugged downward, to stretch the poor pussy. Ivy made a soft sound...but Lois Lane's pheromone-addled brain had a plan. She was not in a mood for gentle moans. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter wanted to hear Ivy in distress.

So she slipped the slick fingers, coated with the villain's own juices and pressed them against the darker green divot of Ivy's asshole.

The bound woman froze. Then she spoke, in shaky voice: "Wait! I...I've never...even Harley hasn't..."

Lois Lane gave a cruel smile. "Then it pleases me to be the first!"

The reporter spit onto her fingers, then stabbed forward. Ivy's scream, more of shock than of pain, was music to her ears. Lois pushed her fingers forward, past that tight ring of muscle, into the warm cavern beyond that seemed to suck on her fingers. As Ivy choked and gagged, a wordless howl punctuated by heaves and histrionics, Lois dimly thought she heard a rhythmic squeaking...but she put it out of her mind as her mouth closed on Ivy's clit. The teeth to bite lightly into the sensitive nub, the reporter's tongue to flick swiftly over the tip as the reporter's fingers dug deeper in Ivy's anus.

Around the room, the flowers bloomed...and a pale haze of pollen filled the room.