Lois Helps Blaze Piss

It's just a cock, Lane, Lois told herself as she pressed her hands down against the smooth warm, rod between her thighs. You've seen and handled plenty before.

Except Lois Lane had never handled a cock this big. Not since she was a cub reporter doing the run at the zoo, where they were getting a sperm sample from a male elephant to have a go at artificial insemination for a female elephant over in Gotham. Lois had seen the massive trunk...had touched it and held it in her hand, much more flexible and heavy than she had expected...and then she had gone home and written her article and done her best to forget about it.

Until now, when she couldn't get the comparison out of her mind.

The reporter bit her lips as she pressed her hands against the base of the cock, aiming it toward the urinal. It gave as she pressed more weight on it, stiffly flexing downwards...and Lois felt herself slid forward a little, the heat of that thick cock against her pussy lips...and Blaze let her sink down, until Lois Lane's toes were touching the floor.

Then the dickgirl began to piss.

A small rumble ran through the reporter's pussy. She leaned forward, holding her breath, the big ropy vein on the cock pressed right against her clit as the urine sped through the monstrous cock...and Lois could feel it, the little swell of the channel as it widened to admit the urine. Her eyes fixated on the head, the way the lips of the urethral parted to let out the strong, clear spray.

The angle wasn't quite right. Lois felt droplets of warm piss splatter her crotch and legs. A part of her wondered if guys had to deal with that all of the time, and tucked the thought away in the back of her mind to investigate later.

"Oh no," Blaze said. "I've made such a mess. I'll have to clean it up."

Lois shuddered, not sure what the dickgirl meant by that...and not sure she wanted to find out.