Kill The Bottle

Lois reached out and snagged the bottle. There wasn't much left...a couple of inches. More than she would normally drink in a single night, however. More than enough to tip her over the edge from "a bad idea" to "terrible mistakes were made."

She brought the bottle to her lips and upended it.

Her throat burned. Warm and wet it ran down her throat in endless gulps, bubbles of breath bursting in the bottle. She could feel her teeth ache with it, stomach fill up as it sat and pooled, too much to process at once. Another moment and she would cough, sputter, spill it.

Then it was gone.

Lois let the dead soldier slip onto the floor. Her fingers tingled, but her mind felt surprisingly clear. The bright buzz was there in her head again. The drunk reporter's hand slipped down between her legs, one finger on either side of her slit. Rubbed them up and down twice...and the slipped them in and spread her labia wide, flashing the pink.

"Now fuck me," she said, no slur at all in her words.

Blaze climbed into the bed like a lioness claiming her prey. The space was small, tight. Lois could smell her breath, hints of pussy and brimstone. In a moment, the dickgirl was on top of her, the hungry mouth engulfing her own, tongue pushing past her teeth. The hard cock rubbed up and down her slick cunt once, twice...

...and slid home.

Lois closed her eyes, moaning into Angelica's mouth. Her legs didn't want to work right, simply stayed splayed apart, the dickgirl's hands sliding under her knees to keep her pussy open wide so she could dick the reporter deeply. The drunk women felt the thump of the cock in her belly whenever her lover bottomed out.

It was a hot, artless fuck. Lois felt that hot mouth roam all over her neck and shoulders, and down to her breasts, teeth catching lightly at her nipples. The bed jumped and shuddered beneath their thrusts, and for a moment Lois was sure she was going to vomit, the room spinning wildly about her...and then Angelica pulled herself up, squatting on the creaking bed.

She stood over the drunken reporter, whose weight was all on her shoulders and neck, but she could see the fat prick splitting her pussy, the cock pointed almost straight down now, and Lois shivered as she thought of all the jizz those fat balls could produce hitting the back of her cunt and soaking in there.

"Do it!" Lois whispered hoarsely. "Do it! Do it!"

Lois thought maybe she did. Thought she saw something black and sticky cover the cock as it pulled out. But that was wrong, somehow. Cum was supposed to be white, not black...

Blaze set her down carefully, propping a pillow under her hips to keep her pussy in the air.

"Sleep," the dickgirl said, as the reporter's eyes fluttered heavily. "And when you wake..."

Lois Lane never heard what she said next. She was already fast asleep.