Chapter 9 by Zeebop

Who is seated in Lois Lane's lap?

Poison Ivy Is Seated In Lois Lane's Lap

Poison Ivy's pale green ass ground into Lois Lane's lap. The reporter whimpered through her teeth as the oversized dildo ground against the back of her pussy. Tears welled up in the reporter's eyes, yet she couldn't move.

"Pammy, you're hurting her!" Harley's voice said, and Lois Lane had never been happier to hear that nasal New Jersey accent.

Lois gave a genuine sigh of relief as Harley Quinn pulled her girlfriend off of the reporter's lap. The reporter smiled like a Stepford doll at the Clown Princess of Crime, who stood there, hands on her hips, as her eyes roved up and down the naked body of Lois Lane. From the raven-dark hair to the soft pink nipples, stiff and swollen with unwanted arousal, from the long slender legs to the carefully trimmed black pubic hair above the cunny currently split on that fat silicone shaft.

"I was kinda hopin' we could all have fun...together," Harley said.

"Oh?" Ivy smiled and slid behind the pale-skinned beauty. Harley's body was that of an Olympic gymnast, short and compact, hard wiry muscle, not too much to compromise her agility but enough to pull her own weight and then some. It occured to Lois suddenly how all three of them were naked, and the pale green fingers of Poison Ivy squeezed the soft breasts of Harley Quinn with practiced ease, the fingertips tracing the large, pale nipples.

"What kind of play?"

The reporter sat still, unable to move as the two whispered together. Shedding clothes. Still compelled by whatever pheromones or **** that Ivy had given her, the reporter couldn't move from the seat, but she **** her body to relax as much as possible. Her poor pussy was slowly getting used to its new occupant, although the reporter knew she would need an ice pack whenever she finally got home tonight.

If I get home tonight, Lois Lane thought suddenly. These two are insane, and I'm utterly helpless. They could try and keep me as a sex **** forever for all I know.

Dark thoughts for Lois Lane to mull over, as the two women, utterly naked and slowly exploring one another, talked about how they would play with Lois next.