Their Pussies Grow

Pins-and-needles stabbed through Lois Lane's pussy...and the way Maria gasped, the reporter knew the other woman felt it too.

When she was first on her own in college, with no roommates or parents or little sisters to worry about, Lois Lane spent eighteen solid hours playing with her pussy. It had been the first time she could do that, just shut the door for the weekend and finally masturbate in peace. When she was finished, her pussy was puffy, raw, swollen, leaking...Lois couldn't even wear panties until she'd iced her sore cunt down.

Now, as Lois held the chunk of red kryptonite between her cunny and Maria's, those memories came back to her. Before her eyes, her pussy began to puff out...growing red, swollen, the labia taut. She could actually feel the blood rush to her cunny, the pressure as her labia grew, her clit began to rise...and Maria's pussy, she saw, was doing the same thing. The once-demure slit was now inflated, drooling...the smell of it, oddly tart and strong, hit Lois Lane and seemed to cling to the back of her throat, like cutting into a ripe grapefruit.

The only difference was, it didn't hurt. Lois could feel the heat, the pressure, but her pussy wasn't sore. Quite the opposite...it was hungry. Needy. Begging to be touched, sucked, tasted, rubbed, tickled...

Maria's hand's grabbed the reporter's wrists. She pulled Lois toward her, sweaty thighs spread wide, and Lois got the idea. The two massive cunts kissed...crushed against one another...and the two women gasped as they began to rub back and forth, Maria still holding onto the reporter's wrists for dear life, the kryptonite still in Lois Lane's hand...and as they frotted and tribbed, moaned and gasped, hugely swollen clits rubbing against each other, squirting their hot juices into each other's cunnies, the reporter thought back to what Maria had said...and wondered what she would do about Lex Luthor.

After she was finished here, of course.