Chapters tagged lois lane

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Blaze ground her pussy into the reporter's face. Lois Lane stared forward vacantly, mouth slurping against the hot slit. One hand stole between the reporter's legs...and the next moment Lois was rubbing furiously at her soaking cunny, the labia swollen and aching, clit erect, tit...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

The demon's knee sat on the edge of the chair. The reporter's lower body slid forward, the plump pussy pressed against the hard patella. Lois groaned and moaned like an animal as she writhed, the demon easily holding the arms apart, watching the tits, swollen to four times their...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

Lois Lane woke as she normally did on a Saturday morning—with a pleasant soreness between her legs. She looked over her shoulder and smiled when she recognized who was sharing her bed this morning. Cupped her pussy as she tip-toed to the bathroom, to keep from dripping cum onto t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 22

The shirt barely covered her nipples. Lois could feel the air on her underboobs, her bare arms, the round little potbelly of her stomach. Not that anyone looked at her stomach, not when her tits would fill a 36J bra, provided she would wear a bra...which Lois wouldn't do. She lik...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Pussy juice ran in rivulets down Lois Lane's chin. Down over her swollen, fake-looking tits, down the hard-packed cum-gutters of her abs, down to where the bimbo's cunt humped the air. "Every dose you take leaves its mark on you. Fats cells that don't go away. Tiny shifts to you...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

Lois Lane woke up. She didn't remember going to sleep. Didn't remember anything of the night before. After a hard day of pounding the pavement, working on her contacts for the bimbo case, she'd cracked open a beer...and then... "Ugh. Not again," Lois croaked to herself as d...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Pink liquid flooded out of the crimson cunt in front of her. It scalded the reporter's tongue and burned down her throat, and when it hit her stomach her whole body roiled. Blaze held the reporter's neck in a grip like velvet-wrapped steel, not allowing Lois Lane to pull away as...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Dimly, the bimbo realized she was being presented with a choice. She knew the words "slut," "cock," and "cunt." The words made her cunt wet. Her cunt burned. Hungry. Empty. Emptier than her head. Her brow furrowed, lips worked through the words. It was so hard to think. "C-c-c-"...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

Blaze's hand suddenly gripped the reporter's cunt. Lois Lane nearly jumped, and the dealer's other hand caught her neck. The reporter's body bowed in an arch, as though caught in the middle of a dip during a waltz or some elaborate figure skating routine...bit was only Blaze...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

The demon's fingers found the reporter's twat. Wet as the reporter was, her back still arched as Blaze drove her hand forward. The labia spread and pink flesh stretched as, millimeter by millimeter, the demon pressed forward. Lois Lane's eyes went , crying out aloud as sensations...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Lois Lane left her clothes behind her, as a butterfly leaves behind its chrysalis. She no longer needed them. Her swollen tits, resting high on her chest, bounced as she stepped into the elevator. Her lips were into a perpetual pout, her eyes were wide and a vivid violet....

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

What happened next caught the reporter by surprise. The black lace panties felt tight against her pussy...her cunt-lips were extra sensitive, and seemed to radiate heat. Lois Lane reached to pull them aside, but Angelica Blaze caught her hands at the wrist and held them. So Lois...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

One thought pounded its way through the pink haze of the reporter's mind. Panting, hot, horny, all Lois Lane could think was: _I do like big cocks._ It was a choice...a bad choice, perhaps...a choice influenced by the she had already taken, by the throbbing cunt that seem...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Blaze held Lois Lane by one arm beneath the reporter's swelling tits, and two fingers plunged into the hot, dripping slit, so that Lois had to walk on tip-toe in front of the -dealing demon. At the demon's insistence, the reporter brought a bottle of water with her...the bett...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

At the last moment, as Blaze frog-marched the bimbofied reporter into the cage, Lois Lane began to struggle. The demon grinned, sure now that somewhere within that skull of hers, the reporter understood at least a little of what was about to happen to her. How completely she had...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

Lois Lane felt dizzy. Her titties hurt. They were so red and swollen...and heavy. The reporter sucked down the bottle of water and let the empty plastic container fall to the floor. The weight of her tits, the skin impossibly taut, hung on her chest like balloons, and the muscles...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

Angelica Blaze opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue...and there, right on the tip was a pink lozenge. Lois Lane still gripped her tits, thirsty and horny and strangely docile as the -dealer got done on her knees. Blaze's hands spread the reporter's knees wide, which forc...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

There are no pain receptors in the brain. You can't actually feel the neurons burst and die. With the right medical equipment to visualize the electrical activity, someone can watch the parts of your brain that briefly light up and then go dark as terrible damage is done. Yet it...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Blaze caught Lois Lane's face in her hands. Stared into those vacant, dilated eyes. Tasted her breath...and slid her tongue in between those swollen, cocksucking lips, which closed with hers automatically. It was only with great that Blaze pushed the bimbo away, and he...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

The most eager, the first to get hard, was on Lois Lane before she knew it. Pushed himself between her legs and the stiff cock squeezed into her snatch. The reporter hadn't been a blushing virgin for a long time, but her bimbo pussy was plump, tight, and sensitive...and the gangb...