Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What Does Mad Lois Want?

Lois Wants To Try Out Her New Body

The reporter wheeled on Circe. Her ass throbbed painfully, her tattooed and pierced pussy dripped down her thighs, the rings jangling lewdly. Lois Lane's strangely changed body quivered with desire...and the sorceress smiled triumphantly at the wanton need in her eyes.

Green fire curled around Circe's left hand...and a long, green thing like a great worm, two feet long, then hung limp...except that each end featured a sculpted head like a man's cock. The sorceress' right hand grabbed the reporter's wrist and guided her down to where the waves crashed against the sand.

They lay with their asses in the wet sand, legs intertwined. Lois held the green double-ended dildo as Circe fed it into their hungry cunts, and as the surf crashed over them, the saltwater stinging the reporter's new piercings, they inched closer and closer, the toy disappearing into their pussies, and Lois could not suppress a moan as she felt it slide deeper inside of her than she had taken any toy before...until their labia practically met in an obscene kiss.

Lois was not sure what they were supposed to do now...she wanted to feel something move inside her cunny, to have her mistress tug at the rings in her nipples. Her fingers to trace the obscene tattoos...but Circe had other plans, and as the green fire burned anew in her eyes, a line of matching light burned at the core of the double dildo which connected them...and Lois moaned as the thing moved inside them both like a thing along, and their hips bucked and rubbed against each other even as the devilish toy squirmed and thrust, twisted and turned inside of them.

The sun began to set, so that the water glowed red and pink, and the wind picked up so that the waves now crashed against them harder, the tide threatening to draw them out into the water, yet still Lois and Circe humped each other with fanatic fervor. Lois Lane gave herself over to her lesbian lust, forgetting at once the soft eyes of Superman, the women she had come here to find, even the little tortures she had suffered as Circe had reshaped her body to something more fit to the tastes of an immortal cuntlicker...

...and she would have came, right then and there, if not for an unexpected interruption.