Late Night Shooting Range

"Now this," Lois Lane explained, "Is the Arsenal AF2011. It's basically a double-barreled Colt 1911—.45 ACP, recoil-operated, closed breach...have you ever used a firearm before?"

Angelica Blaze blinked. "No?"

"Okay, first things first: never point a weapon at anything you don't want to shoot, especially other people. Now I want you to hold this..."

The reporter handed the heavy, unwieldy pistol to the tall dickgirl, who looked at it as though it would bite her. Lois hid a grin as she stepped behind Blaze and grabbed her shoulders, turning her date down-range.

"Okay now...right hand dominant? Okay, trigger finger on the trigger guard, left hand wrapped around the fingers to support the weight...good. Now your legs..."

Lois grabbed the dickgirl's thighs and spread them until Angelica's feet were about shoulder length apart, knees slightly bent. The reporter couldn't help but let her hand rub the dickgirl's crotch, felt those massive testicles...so warm she could feel them even through the fabric of the jeans...but only for a moment.

"Okay, now before I put your earmuffs on, let me run you through it: turn off the safety. Line up the rear sight with the front sight, and see the paper target beyond that...then you're going to hold it right there, put your finger on both triggers and squeeze carefully. It's going to be a bit stiff, and be careful with the recoil, because it's going to kick. Okay? Got it?"

"I think so..."

Lois put her own earmuffs on. Slid Angelica's over her head...and, even though it wasn't the safest thing to do, the reporter put her hands on her date's hips.

Tense anticipation...one breath...two...and then the muffled explosion as both barrels went off at once, and the crotch of the life-size'd paper target burst into confetti as two .45 ACP bullets punched through.

The reporter smiled. She could feel the recoil move through Blaze's body, but the dickgirl stood steady, absorbing it well, and even managed not to smack herself in the face with it.

Angelica growled loud enough to be heard above the earmuffs.

"I missed!"

"You hit the target!" Lois shouted back. "For you first time, that's great! Think you can do it again?"

Past midnight, Metropolis' only all-night shooting range was almost empty. The cops would use their own range, the serious enthusiasts would be outside the city, breaking bottles. But there was a crowd that appreciated the ability to drop in at the wee hours and get some shooting practice, and Lois had reviewed the place favorably six months ago after she'd renewed her license and carry permit. Not that she liked to carry a firearm, but she liked the option...and daddy had made sure both the Lane girls knew how to handle a weapon.

They went through the rest of the magazine. At the end, Angelica lowered the weapon, and Lois felt the tenseness sort of drain from her...but not the nervous energy, like a vibration beneath the skin.

The dickgirl turned around, and Lois quickly dodged away from where she was pointing it, and reached out to thumb the safety back on.

"That was fun!" Blaze shouted, earmuffs still on. The dickgirl was smiling...not the half-secret Mona Lisa smile that Lois had come to think of the lanky, wild-haired dickgirl with, but an honest shit-eating grin like a kid that just discovered firecrackers explode. The tip of her cock was poking out the top of her jeans.

The reporter smiled. Shooting got Lois turned on too.