Chapter 13 by Zeebop

How Long Does Lois Eat Poison Ivy Out?

Until She Overdoses On Pussy

Lois sucked on the pussy like the antidote was in it. Although the antidote to what, she wasn't sure. To the boring, dull humdrum that was her life. Writing articles, doing stake-outs, interviewing cops and victims, while all those gayly-colored caped superheroes flew overhead, dealing with alien invasions and natural disasters and...

Her heart was beating faster and faster, thumping painfully in the reporter's chest, and she could feel the tension rise in her temples, a dull pain spreading in her head as though ants were crawling behind her skull. One hand reached down to stab between her legs, frigging herself violently, shuddering at the sensation as her tongue continued to squirm and slurp the villain's wet depths.

Why was I so afraid of cocaine!?!? Lois wondered, licking at the ****-laced pussy juices. This is awesome! I feel great!

All those grey nights came back to Lois, hunched over a computer, typing away. Nights when she had to go to sleep alone, pining for the cock that would never come, never cum in her, the days of her youth tick tick ticking away and why didn't she think to try women earlier, this pussy was so tasty and tasty and she wanted more more mor—

Lois Lane shuddered, chest seizing painfully so that she could hardly breathe. Violent nausea roiled through the reporter's guts. Panting and sweating, Lois stopped masturbating for a moment to rest her sweat-slick cheek against Ivy's thigh. Her vision began to swim, and the pain in her chest just went on.

She tasted bile moments before her stomach convulsed, intestines cramping in sudden and complete revulsion. The vomit was spurting from her mouth before she even realized what was happening, a spew of liquid yellow bile, chunks of undigested lunch still visible.

"In my pussy!" Blaze yowled as the lights went out, Lois shaking uncontrollably, the reporter's vision fading into darkness.