The Tentacle

Lois Lane clicked...and she could feel something different, even before she moved the phone away to stare at the slender black tentacle hanging from where her pussy had been, the green nodules studded along its length glowing gently.

"What the fuck is that?" Lana asked.

Ignoring her, the reporter tried to move her new "cock"—and the tentacle responded, swelling at the root, lifting itself up and waving around. It was, Lois reflected, a bit like moving your own tongue. If your tongue was nine inches long, two inches thick at the base, and mounted at crotch level.

"That looks...really big," the redhead said, staring at Lois Lane's new appendage.

"The better to fuck you with, my dear." Lois rejoined.

The reporter brought her crotch right up next to Lana's blue cunny. The dark tentacle nearly doubled on itself so she could use the little pointing tip to tickle the ripe blue clit...and both of the women shivered at the sensation. Lois in particular gasped, amazed at how sensitive the tentacle-tip was...and suddenly **** to know what it felt like buried in that big blue pussy.

"You know," Lois said as she slid her tentacle down, the tip burrowing through the azure folds. "I've always wondered what it was like for guys. That first moment when they break in a new cunt. Tear through the hymen and lay claim to that virgin territory beyond."

Lana gulped. "Is this going to hurt?"

The raven-haired reporter bent down and began to kiss Lana's neck as her tentacle squirmed and explored. The redhead's gasps were coming in small pants by the time she found what she was looking for, and Lois kissed her way up to Lana's right earlobe. Took it between her teeth...and bit down hard, at the same time as her tentacle-cock shot forward, shearing through the fragile blue membrane into the tight, wet tunnel beyond.

Lana didn't scream, though she let out a little yelp of pain. Her hands slid around the reporter's back, hugging her close. They stayed like that for a minute, Lois utterly lost in the tightness of the demonic cunt, Lana acclimating herself to the sudden intrusion.

"I...can feel all those hard little bumps," Lana gasped.

"Fuck you're so tight," Lois hissed, lost in the pressure on her tentacle-dick. She scarcely dared move it, but she could feel that only about half of its length was buried inside of her friend's puss right now...and some new, terrible instinct urged her on to go deeper.

"Okay," the redhead said. "If we're really doing this...then fuck me. Fuck me until I cum."