Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What's Going On?

Knotted

The two women's demonic genitals remained locked obstinately together. Lois Lane's crimson prick, still stiff, was locked within Lana Lang's azure cunt, the lips gripping the shaft in a **** grip.

"Okay," Lois said. "Just...brace yourself. I'm going to pull hard."

Lana bit her lip and grabbed the pipe under the sink. Lois took a deep breath and began to pull out. Both women immediately regretted the move. The reporter's scarlet cock was painfully stiff, and it felt like Lana's pussy was going to squeeze it off.

She looked down at where they were joined. As she pulled backward, the blue mons was being pulled back with it, stretching slightly, to Lana's obvious pain and distress. Lois redoubled her efforts, and a line of pain shot through her dick, causing both of the women to exclaim aloud and cease. Their hips slapped back together.

"Y'know," Lois said, feeling a bit of sweat on her face. "This would be a lot easier if you'd just let go of my dick."

"Me? It feels like you're fisting me!" Lana shot back. "Christ, I can still feel your cum inside me. At this rate I really will get pregnant. Can't you just...get soft?"

Lois looked at Lana Lang's naked body. Her cock was sore, but there was one thing she was sure of: even though she had just came, she would never fail to get aroused looking at the redhead's curves, the little sprinkle of freckles across her collarbones and breasts, the soft curve of her stomach, the patch of red hair just above her puss...

"Did you just get bigger?" Lana said accusingly.

"Look, let's not lay blame. We just appear to be...stuck for a while. We need to do something until the swelling goes down." Lois said.

"Well we can't stay here...someone might come in at any time!" Lana said.

"Well...if we can get back to my place, I've got lube and ice." Lois offered. "Unless you have any better ideas?"

Lana didn't answer immediately. Her fingers were down at her pussy, spreading the thick blue lips, staring with dismay at the fat shaft stuck in her cooter. Lois reached forward, trying to squeeze her dick, but it was rigid as a bar of iron covered in soft leather.