Lois & Blaze Read Marcie & Gina Read "Lois Lane's Night Out"—Thanks For Cumming Out

The demon held the photo about a foot in front of her face. A pink tongue stole out between her lips as as fingers rubbed at her bare slit. The soft pads circled the stiff little nub of Blaze's clit, then slid down over her labia and pressed past the lips to push into her crimson cunny...just enough to get the fingers wet, and then slide back up to attack the demon's joybuzzer once again.

"Yeah, work it you little slut..." Blaze huffed. Beside her, Lois Lane grinned. The reporter's hand paused in its clit-massage to cup and squeeze the demon's puffy mons, which sent a shudder up her partner's spine. Blaze's own right hand was busy with Lois Lane's labia, their arms crossed as, side by side, they pleasured each other.

Lois did not have a photo of a past conquest to masturbate to. She had a tablet in her hand, and once more was reading aloud from CHYOA.

"'The writing in general is a bit on the rough side in these first chapters,'" Lois read aloud. "Well, they have Zeebop there."

"Nngh," Blaze squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as the reporter let go of her pussy, and let the fingers slide up so that Lois could gently squeeze the clit and its hood between the knuckles of her fingers. "It was ever so many thousand chapters ago..."

"Yes," Lois said. Blaze's forefinger and pinkie pried the reporter's pink pussy apart, the two middle fingers blindly explored the juicy splayed slit before them. "Thousands of chapters of dickgirls, impregnation, lesbians...and yes, the occasional enema. I wouldn't count that as scat, though. More like an assurance that there will be no scat."

"It is," Blaze huffed, "one of the unspoken rules of porn. If you have anal sex, shit is a possible issue, unless you clean yourself out very thoroughly ahead of time."

The demon's eyes opened and focused on the photo once again.

"Do you think she's let it grow back? I always wondered whether Marcie liked her better that way."

Lois smiled and crinkled her nose...and then the demon's fingers plunged into her cunt, which sent dribbles of pussy-juice to run down out of the reporter's overflowing pussy. There was nothing like a long masturbation session to get Lois nice and wet...

"Luthor..." the reporter panted. "Is rather pathetic in this story. I suppose Zeebop wanted to...avoid the normal expectation that Luthor would simply **** me. A very...tawdry fantasy. Not that it hasn't happened on a few paths, but there's generally little **** overall."

"I've **** you a few times," Blaze said, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as Lois moved her fingers up to rub that clit faster, careful to use the soft pads of her fingers and not catch her nails on the sensitive flesh.

"Five thousand chapters and counting," Lois said drolly, as her breath came in quick gasps. "There's...a little something for everyone. N-not...that it's always...easy to find the chapter or branch that you want...e-even with the tags..."

"The readers," Blaze said as her fingers squished deeper inside the reporter's pussy, the first two joints of her two middle fingers now sloppily fucking the reporter's overflowing box, the warm, soft walls squeezing down on the scarlet intruders as they worked the squelching tunnel. "Don't always respond to nice soft chapters of lesbian love and light BDSM. Maybe we're losing our sex appeal?"

The reporter dropped the tablet and turned. Lois' open mouth caught the demon's tongue and closed on it. She closed her eyes and sucked on the long tongue of her lover as human and demon pressed their bodies together, the demon's stiff nipples against the shorter woman's collarbones, the reporter's soft stomach against her lover's hard abs as their fingers shifted to furiously frig one another.

The photo fell from Blaze's hand as she brought her arm around to cradle the reporter's neck. Their lips met, the demon's tongue dove into the reporter's throat, and almost together the two of them moaned. Hot juice spurted between Lois Lane's legs, her back arched and pussy squeezed so tight around Blaze's fingers that the reporter thought she might scream...and when at last Lois felt herself relax, and Blaze's tongue slid out of her mouth, the demon's sticky fingers slid in between Lois Lane's lips, so that the reporter could taste herself.

The white eyes glowed bright, a familiar half-smile on the crimson lips.

"I do hope that they know how much we appreciate their feedback. I know Zeebop has written many paths that do not feature dickgirls or impregnation, because of it. There is always that danger, with very long works of pornography, of falling into a...rut."

Blaze pulled her fingers from the reporter's mouth. Lois gasped for air, her tongue hung out...and she was momentarily helpless as the demon rolled her onto her back and sat on her chest. Scarlet talons held the reporter's head firmly yet gently as pussy-juice drooled from the demon's slit and onto the reporter's chest.

Lois Lane swallowed...foreplay was over.