Yes, a new story from me. Let's just say a lot of things have happened. Whereas I've only written about celebrities in the past, this one is not. Contains: sex, futa, etc etc. Everyone is over 18. Comments and feedback are welcome. Enjoy!
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Chloe sucked deeply as a pair of arms snaked under hers and wrapped around her waist. She let out a sigh as the arms squeezed, pressing a pair of breasts into her back.
"Not here...." She managed as that pair of hands undid the buttons of her denim jacket, steadily revealing her own feminine curves.
"Why?" The voice was soft, dripping with sexual energy.
"Someone might...." Chloe's willpower was slipping away as Lana's touch reached her breasts.
"See?" Lana purred in her ear as her small hands lifted up Chloe's tremendously oversized bosom. The blonde sighed as the 10lbs of titflesh jostled, "No one's gonna see, much less hear us. Clark might, but he's with Lois in Metropolis."
Resistance crumbled away as Lana's fingers got to her oversized nipples; playfully flicking them in their cotton prison. Chloe pushed back, sending her hefty button against her brunette attacker. "Fine..."
"That's what I wanted to hear." Lana spun Chloe around to face her. They were quite the pair. Continued exposure to kryptonite, not to mention Clark's involvement, had steadily changed their bodies. Chloe morphed over the years from shy nerd to feminine sexpot; her body containing curves that would make Aphrodite jealous. Curves Lana was now exposing. The brunette didn't inherit the extreme curves of Chloe, nor her brainiac level intelligence. Instead her body filled out to a lovely degree, slightly better than Kate Upton or Lucy Pinder in Chloe's opinion. In addition, her muscle mass increased, both in size and density so that a truck was easy to lift and Chloe herself weighed no more than a feather. Then there was the cock. Oh what a cock.
For years Chloe pined for Clark, sometimes obsessively sneaking glances at his raw masculine sexuality. Despite years of unrequited love Chloe still had an insatiable lust for Clark, or more importantly, his cock.
Lana's beat it hands down. Long, thick and crisscrossed by throbbing veins, it was a mighty tool that her futanari lover used to great effect. Chloe felt her juices flow just thinking about it. She could already see its massive flaccid outline in Lana's jeans. But that was for later.
Chloe snaked out of her denim jacket, fully revealing her oversized, yet overburdened white tank top to Lana. Already two wet spots were forming where her breasts, fully tuned to her excitement, started to express themselves. She toyed with the lower seam with one hand while squeezing a tit, an M-cup perhaps, with the other.
"Thirsty?"
"Always for milk." Lana smirked, taking a step closer as Chloe steadily pulled up her increasingly damp top. Gravity held no sway as her magnificent mammaries swung into view, bouncing merrily as Chloe hopped up on the table behind her and giving Lana unfettered access to her dripping tits.