Chapter 17 by Zeebop

Can Spoiler get her arm in Lois Lane's ass up to the elbow?

Lois Lane Can Be Fisted Up To The Elbow

Barbara Gordon watched, her blue eyes fixed on the reporter's face as Spoiler's arm pushed deeper and deeper into Lois Lane's anatomy. She watched the dilated eyes widen...the lower lip quiver...the flush across the reporter's cheeks spread and deepen, until it met across the bridge of the reporter's sim nose and the whole face seemed to glow from within.

Then the violet eyes drew together, as though focused on a spot just beyond the tip of her nose. The mouth went slightly goofy, then drew together, the tip of a pink tongue extended past those white teeth as the lips pursed. A soft grunt came from behind the reporter, the violet eyes almost bugged out of her head...and a low moan, more animal than human, sounded from deep in Lois Lane's throat.

Oracle smiled, etching that face into her memory. It was one that she would like to see again...several times in fact.

"She...she took my elbow!" Spoiler said, the blonde's voice contained a note of awe. "Even I never took the elbow, not even during your training!"

"You know what that means, don't you?" Oracle leaned forward in her wheelchair, her face drawing within a hair's breadth of Lois Lane's, tasting the breath from those quivering lips.

Imprisoned in her clear holding cell, Poison Ivy ceased her wiggling and pressed her forehead against the transparent barrier, eyes fixed on the sight.

"She has potential."