Mac and Jorge Drop Their Pants

It was Mac that answered. The Black man met and held the reporter's eyes.

"We were having a good time. Sure, they had a bit to drink. We had a bit of fun. They touched us, we touched them...and eventually, our pants came off. You want to see what they saw?"

Both Mac and Jorge stood up...and seated as she was, Lois realized that the bulges in their pants were at the level of her face. Her flustered face deepened, the red blush burning all the way to her ears. She found herself looking from one to another...and the bulges were pushing against the fabric, twitching gently.

"We'll show you what we showed them," Jorge said, hooking his thumbs into his waistband.

As one, Mac and Jorge pulled their pants down.

Lois Lane expected a pair of cocks to spring out. A part of her was waiting for it, strangely eager. Her body felt so hot, her panties soaked. Right then and there she felt one brief moment away from being in a trashy porn video...but what sprang up out of their pants weren't cocks.

The spongy tendrils were grey-white, like mushrooms; vaguely phallic, but the cap was elongated and moist-looking. Mac's stood out more, because of the difference between the pale, rubbery form and his own chocolate skin, and Lois could see roots or vines where the flesh merged.

All this, Lois Lane took in at a glance...and then twin puffs of pale yellow spores wafted from the mushroom-tips, right into her face. The reporter coughed and sputtered...and Mac and Jorge grinned.

"Now, we're going to take you to our mistress. Just like we did with them."