Lois Lane & Blaze read Lindsey & Susan Read CHYOA 2: The Attack of the Boners

"In the sink, Angie?" Lois Lane rolled her eyes as the scarlet succubus flopped the head of her cock over the lip of the sink. Water splashed against the purple head, and the demon began to scrub at her cock. The reporter sighed and shook her head. She was going to have to clean the break room between chapters again.

"It's at just the right height," Angelica Blaze said. She grabbed the toothbrush to scrub at the small pink spines behind the purple glans. "Besides, you said you liked it when I was clean. Last time, you bitched I got mud in your cunt."

"You did!" Lois grumbled. The reporter tapped at her tablet. "If I wanted dirt in my pussy, I'd fuck Clayface. Who hasn't made an appearance so far, thankfully."

The demon made a face...then twisted her head to see what Lois was reading.

"Is that another of those twin twats?" Blaze said. She licked her lips. "The last one was a bit tasty..."

"This is the other pair," Lois said. "Punctuation-impaired. I think they lost half their periods on a bet or something."

"Oh, right. What are they complaining about now?" Blaze lifted her dick to wash the suds off. Very carefully, she pinched the back of the rubbery head. The Y-shaped urethra opened. With exceeding care, the scarlet succubus brought the bristles down to scrub the entrance to her crimson cock. She winced slightly as the soft bristles tugged at the sensitive skin.

"Oh, they're happy. They were looking for your cock, and found it." Lois frowned. "Although now that I read the path they follow, it turns out there's a...non sequitur."

"Hmm?" Blaze had twisted the toothbrush in her hand and begun to feed it, very gently, into her dick. Her pure white eyes seemed to glow as the plastic tip stretched the urethra. The flesh distended unnaturally. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but it wasn't exactly painful either.

"Well, you know how Zeebop gets. He churns these things out. So one moment you and I are trapped underground and you're fucking me, and the next moment the neighbors hear us...which would make sense if we were in one of the branches where we were fucking in my apartment, but..."

"Umph," Blaze groaned as the head of the toothbrush disappeared into her cockhole. "N-not the first time. H-he'll just come up with some explanation in the n-next chapter. M-maybe they've been in her apartment the whole time, and u-underground was an illusion, o-or m-maybe Blaze t-teleported them without warning...he, he'll probably make a point of addressing that now..."

The toothbrush handle was sticking out of the demon's cock, the sides of the lopsided hole now stretched taught. Blaze's fingers squeezed the underside of her dick, and she could feel the hard plastic of the handle through the soft skin.

"C-could you...do my balls?" Blaze puffed.

The reporter sighed and turned in her chair. One hand reached out to grab a tea towel, and the other reached between the demonic dickgirl's legs. Today, the hairless testicles were a shade darker than the rest of the demon's blood-red skin, and the size of hen's eggs. Lois hocked and spat. Her saliva hit the warm testicles, and the reporter pinched the skin at the top of the scrotum and began to industriously scrub. It was amazing how inured a body could get to that sort of thing.

Blaze began to grunt, her hips thrusting a little. Lois gave a little smile and tightened her grip.

"It was another unfinished path, but at least they found what they were looking for." The reporter tugged, and Blaze pulled back, the skin over the balls now so taut that Lois could see the little purple veins stand out on the surface. She gave the testes a final buffing finish.

"I do wonder what exactly they look for in all that kind of thing," Lois wondered. "Is it just the fucking?"

Her grip shifted, tightened. A hiss passed the demon's lips. The toothbrush was half-buried in her prick, and could go no further.

Lois raised her right hand and brought it down hard on the huevos in her hand. Blaze's hole body jerked, hands gripped the edge of the sink until the crimson knuckles went pink. The reporter smiled and brought her hand down to spank the fat balls again, thinking of how many times they had bounced against her ass...her chin...that time Blaze had fucked her nipple-cunt, her armpit, had shot her load while rubbing it over the reporter's feet...

Tears welled in the demon's pure white eyes, which glowed bright now...and then with a grunt and a ping, the toothbrush burst forth like a firecracker from a mortar, accompanied by a fountain of black jizz. The reporter never released her grip, never stopped her steady spanking, not for as long as Blaze's hips jerked and rope after rope of ebony jizz splashed over the sink like a spastic chef dribbling caramel over a fancy dessert...until, at last, Blaze lay panting, spent, her cock dirty again as it lay in the cum-covered sink.

"You are cleaning all of that up," Lois said imperiously. "With your tongue!"