Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Fist Poison Ivy's Pussy Too

Poison Ivy was sitting on Lois Lane's chest, feeding the reporter's pollen-covered hand into Harley Quinn's snatch. The pale skin of the plant-based supervillain was right there in front of Lois, like a ripe fruit. Her slit was pink like the inside of a watermelon, crimson and juicy inside the green rind.

Lois Lane's left hand was free.

Her fingers moved into position almost before she knew what she was doing. Harley was grunting, the plant woman pushing the reporter's pollen-coated hand deeper and deeper, trying to get it to reach the clown princess of crime's cervix. All Lois could see was the pussy in front of her...and it smelled...so strangely sweet...

Ivy was so engrossed in her work, she almost jumped when the reporter's fingers touched her cunny.

"Hey!" She said. "What are you doi—"

Adrenaline shot through Lois, heart beating fast as she instinctively thrust her left hand forward. The pussy was so slick...and Lois could feel the gritty bits of the pollen as she pushed inside the folds.

"What's good for the goose," Lois whispered, as a weird numbness began to spread up her left hand.

There was a confused shuffling of bodies as Lois pushed forward with both hands, and Ivy and Harley wrestled for position. The trio ended up with Lois on her knees, the two villains facing each other, locked into an embrace...and the reporter wrist-deep in each of their cunts.

"Anybody hurting?" The reporter panted. She was sweating, heart thundering, pussy dripping. There was just something so sexually exciting about seeing those two women on their sides, tits pressed against each other, and Lois Lane's hands inside both of their tight twats.

The two looked at Lois and shook their heads.

"Well," Lois smiled. "I promise both of your cunts are going to be sore in the morning."