Lois Lane's New Friend Shows Off Her Genital Piercings

The tattooed blonde exuded easy confidence. She openly admired the dark-skinned reporter's body. The pierced nipples on her hefty breasts seemed visible through her shirt. Lois Lane's new septum piercing itched, and she instinctively extended her split tongue to lick it, showing off the little studs in the tips.

"Nice work," the blonde said. "Want to see some of mine?"

If that'll get rid of you, Lois thought. "Sure."

The woman's fist hit the elevator stop button. The cage jittered to a halt. Hands went to her belt.

"I think you'll like this," the blonde said as she pulled down her pants. Right over her knees, until they were bunched around the boots at her ankles. She leaned back and spread her legs, the reporter unable to look away.

Lois Lane has seen the occasional labia piercing and clitoral hood piercing on the internet. Small little rods and studs, the kind that made her wince and shudder...and wonder what they might be like in practice. This woman though...

There were eight one-inch diameter metal rings in her labia, four on a side. The weight of them dragged and distorted her pussy lips, forcing the labia to dangle unnaturally. It reminded Lois weirdly of some of those African lip-plates, the way the skin was stretched far out of its natural shape.

The blonde lifted them up, splaying the inside. The clitoris was unnaturally large; the pink tip sticking out of its hood like the head of a little cock. Lois had seen that on some women bodybuilders, the product of steroid ****...only this woman had taken it further.

There were three piercings through the tip of her clitoris, and two rounded rods through the hood. A stud peaked out from her perineum, between the clitoris and anus.

"You...like that?" Lois asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She sank down into a squat to get a closer look. The work seemed to be fine...no corrosion on the metal, no bloody spots on the pussy itself, which looked wet and juicy.

"Oh yeah," the blonde said. Her fingertips slid within her rings and she pulled spreading her labia until they touched her thighs. The pierced, overgrown clitoris hung over her pussy like a tiny cock. "It's all about being who you want to be, you know. This is my pussy and I want to own it. And I can feel it, when somebody licks me down there...that little bit of hardness, playing over the sensitive bits. It's nice."

Lois found her mouth was open, staring into those depths. Wondering what it would feel like...

"What about you?" The blonde prompted. "Like what you see?"