Lose the Pants

The bartender's hands grasped the waist of the reporter's pants, and tugged them downward, peeling them off of Lois' long legs. The pink penis-tongue thing wavered and writhed hypnotically, its urethra opening and closing, and something like horror and fascination came over Lois when she realized she had that thing in her mouth.

Lois' mind raced, even as pants and panties were dragged down to her knees. Why had she just accepted it when Angelica Blaze had shown her cock? Functional hermaphrodites were the work of fiction...or they should be. Yet they lived in a world of wonders, with aliens and the champion of gods, caped crusaders and androids...should she really be that surprised that she had run into a metahuman with extraordinary sexual attributes?

Yet something at the back of the reporter's brain screamed at this rationalization, even as pants and panties came off, and Lois was bottomless before the horny hermaphrodite.

Blaze lifted Lois' legs up so that the reporter's knees rested comfortably over the bartender's shoulders. The great tongue was easily the full width of Blaze's mouth, and the first thing the shemale did was to run a long, slobbery lick from Lois' asshole to her clit, the broad chunk of meat slathering every inch of her, the turgid knob of the penis head coming last, right up the center of her slit, until it flicked against the hard nub of her clitoris as it was peaking out of her hood.

Yet the penis-tongue thing was too massive for any of the normal gentle play of cunnilingus, the licking of folds and gentle, warm, wet exploration that Lois had sometimes frigged herself thinking about on late nights, but would never act upon. No, now that he was wet, that hard nozzle aimed itself at the reporter's cunt—and dove forwards.

Lois felt it struggle for a moment, rummaging around her pussy folds, seeking the entrance, reminding her awkwardly of all the youthful flailing that had accompanied her losing her virginity that warm spring night many years ago—but within a moment it had found the entrance to her burrow and she gasped at the penetration.

The Daily Planet's star reporter had never considered herself a slut, and her list of sexual partners was probably much more modest than most people imagined, but she had known more than one or three cocks in her life...and this was something else again. The great tongue was infinitely softer and compressible, like a giant loofah sponge, except for a springy inner core that snaked its way deeper within her, as if aiming for some specific prize...