Some Pictures For Posterity

"Raise your hips," Lois said, and Lana obliged, as the reporter stuffed her jacket under the redhead's lower back.

"That's good." The brunette said. "Best position to enable...conception." Lois smiled as the redhead shivered from her head down to her pussy. "And it gives such a great view. So good, I think we should record this for posterity."

Lois held up a shiny white oblong.

"My smartphone!" Lana panted.

"That's right. The same smartphone you took pictures of me with." Lois pressed a few points on the screen, accessing the camera app. Lois aimed the lens of the smartphone between Lana's legs. "After all, we want to remember when junior was conceived."

The flash burned in Lana's eye.

"Lois..." she said. "Don't. Please. I don't...I don't want that out there. What if somebody hacks my phone? Or I lose it? I...I don't...my reputation..."

"Big talk from the slut that just took a load in a public restroom. What would Clark say if he could see you now?" Lois' grin faded. "Of course, you took pictures of me too, remember. What were you planning to do with those, hmm?"

"I was...I was going to save them." Lana said.

"What for?" Lois pressed. On screen, the red fringe of pubic hair and raw pink lips were perfectly set off by the unmistakable lump of white jizz in the middle.

"To...touch myself. You just...you looked so sexy..." The redhead blushed a shade deeper, and tried to close her legs, but Lois caught her knees and gently pried them open.

"Hmm. Well, maybe I'll leave those picture on there then. But I want to take a few of my own."

"Please!" Tears were in Lana's eyes...but she didn't close her legs.

"Don't worry Lana. All relationships are based on trust and treating each other equally. After all..." She smiled again. "...I'll need pictures to touch myself to, too."

Flash.

Lana shook.

Flash, flash.

"Spread your lips, Lana." Lois said, breath suddenly catching in a dry throat. "I want to see it."

Hesitantly, Lana reached down. Her thumbs slid over her outer pussy lips, through the red fur...and then parted the beef curtains. Like an obscene pink butterfly spreading its wings, and in the center, the gaping orifice, the pink tunnel still open from its recent finger-fucking, the drool of white cum pooled in there. Lois cursed herself for not having a better camera, a studio...she leaned closer, the raw cunt filling the screen.

Flash.

Lois held the camera with one hand as she reached down to touch her own dripping cunny, rubbing her clit with two fingers...and Lana was responding, Lois could see through the camera, her pussy getting wetter by the second...

The reporter was about to take another shot to remember the slut by, when she noticed something else on the phone.