Chapters tagged watersports

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

With a pussy full of piss, Lois Lane barely had the presence of mind to grab her Amazonian outfit on the way out of Circe's private beach. In the corridor, the reporter struggled into the tight-fitting outfit, the star-spangled slit panties framing her cinched-tight cooch. Embarr...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

Lois Lane did not normally believe in the existence of God. She lived in a world of self-proclaimed demigods and extraterrestrials, had met sorceresses and plant elementals. Yet there had always been that lingering doubt, the natural skepticism of the journalist who demanded proo...

by Zeebop

Chapter 17

Lois Lane was in an awkward position. Circe held the reporter's legs as the reporter's shoulders rested in the sand. Her pussy was unnaturally open, like a cup, and the lavender-haired sorceress neared down at the reporter through the valley of her small breasts. Lois could feel...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

There was a snap. The beach sands swirled and formed themselves into stony chains, clamping around the reporter's wrists and ankles...holding Lois Lane in place, her cunt in the air, shoulders on the ground, legs over her heads and arms out. Circe's hands clamped down on the bac...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

"Mistress," Lois Lane said, pitching her voice as plaintive as she could. "Could...could I...taste your pussy while you eat mine? Please?" The sorceress paused in her sloppy cunnilingus. Her piss-drenched face stared out from between the reporter's legs. The hazel eyes burned wi...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

Much of the rest of the night was a blur. Lois Lane, never multi-orgasmic, remembered cumming and cumming. Circe had enjoyed tugging at the rings in her pussy and nipples, coaxing new orgasms out of the intrepid reporter. Yet even human women have their limits, and as the sun ros...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

Pale yellow piss spilled over the reporter's body as her vagina overflowing. A few warm drops struck the reporter's lips, one of them landing in her eye. Above her, Circe tsked. "Wasteful thing. Do you want to taste it so badly?" Lois Lane knew what was coming before she felt t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 18

The woman held Lois Lane's wrists and hustled the dirt-caked reporter through the corridors, through a door to a backstage area where a dozen naked women were chugging from gallon jugs of water. Lois blinked. She recognized some of the women—they "Is the pool ready?" The woman s...

by Zeebop

Chapter 19

The women had terrible aim. Lois Lane watched as the first took her position over her, the ass looked giant as it eclipsed the stage light. She stared at the little pussy, shaved so that she could see the pink labia. Thought of the many times Lois herself had gone into a strange...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

One summer, the Daily Planet had sent Lois Lane to the Dead Sea. She had floated beneath a broiling sun in the ultra-briny waters, warm as blood. It was a memory that she clung onto on cold, rainy nights, when the chill threatened to soak into her bones and the darkness and night...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

Light broke over the mountains. Lois squinted her eyes as dawn broke over the great hills. They wobbled gently as she breathed, the nipples hard in the cool morning air. Although she would never admit it, there was something calming about staring at her breasts like this. To know...

by Zeebop

Chapter 25

Hawkgirl emerged, straight from the shower. Lois could hear her shake the water from her wings. Unable to see, the reporter waited patiently in her rack. Rough, callused hands squeezed the reporter's aching, overfilled tits. Tugged at the chain between Lois Lane's nipples. Gave t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 14

The light was eclipsed as the first ass hovered over Lois Lane's face. Fingers dug into the reporter's mouth, forcing her jaw open. Lois struggled against the manacles that held her wrist and ankle, but there was nothing she could do as the woman above her slid her fingers down o...

by Zeebop

Chapter 15

Lois Lane had heard about what went down in Guantanamo Bay. The suspected terrorists being water-boarded. Half-drowned, over and over again. She had interviewed some of the CIA operators—the ones who had to stop, because they couldn't stand it anymore. The ones who had told her t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 15

Lois Lane's teeth were on edge as she hand-walked out the Black Door and down the little corridor to the bathroom, sure at any moment that someone would catch her been wheelbarrow-fucked, Blaze holding onto her legs and not letting her cock out of the reporter's snatch for a mome...

by Zeebop

Chapter 16

At first, Lois wasn't sure what was going on. She felt the last pale drop slide out of her urethra, hoping Blaze would walk her over to the paper towel dispenser so that she could wipe herself off...then she felt a strange, warm pressure inside of her. Not in her bladder, which s...

by Zeebop

Chapter 12

"Hi," Lois said, glad that the little corner cut the ambient sound down to the point where she didn't have to shout. She fiddled awkwardly with her pants, feeling self-conscious about pulling them down. Diana Reynolds stared up at Lois with blue-grey eyes. "I'd like to talk with...

by Zeebop

Chapter 20

The words tumbled out of the drunken reporter's lips in a breathless rush. Her excitement was near its peak. In that moment, she didn't care about consequences. All she wanted was the perfect end to this nasty, hot night. She wanted to feel that spunk paint her womb white, wanted...

by Zeebop

Chapter 21

The thermometer beeped. Angelica Blaze took it out of Lois Lane's unresisting lips. "Well, you're not running a temperature, sweetmeat," the dickgirl said. She sat on the edge of the bed, dressed only in a long t-shirt that wasn't quite long enough to conceal the cock hanging be...

by Zeebop

Chapter 22

Nervousness ate at the reporter's belly as she paced the set. She wore a robe, because they kept the set cool. Diana told her that once the set lights were on, the whole studio would heat up and she wouldn't notice it, but right now the reporter's nipples were poking headlights i...