"—wants to get you pregnant! Use the app, I can't hold her off—"

The voice was eerily coherent, scared, and forceful. Lois stared down, trying to piece together what she meant...and then the face went suddenly slack, the eyes rolled back in Lana Lang's head...and Lois Lane realized, with a start, that the cock, never exactly an iron bar to begin with, hadn't softened at all.

Cum squelched out of the reporter's overstuffed pussy as Lana Lang began moving again. She thrust blindly, slowly at first, the tattered remains of the condom shredding further. All the jizz that she had poured into Lois was still there...and as the hips began to rotate faster, the cock sliding further in and out of Lois Lane's pussy, her lover's brief warning took on a terrible meaning.

DMN...demon. I invited a demon to possess Lana Lang's body, and now it's fucking me! Lois thought as shook her head. She wasn't sure how much longer this thing could go...her pussy could handle another round or two, though she'd be sore in the morning, but she hadn't signed on to get knocked up by some stud out of The Exorcist tonight. The reporter knew she had to do something, and fast.

Her eyes quickly scanned the filthy bathroom, trying to find her phone...and found it, just a foot or so out of reach, near one of the bathroom stalls. All she had to do was get to it without arousing suspicion. She didn't want to end up fighting this thing...or hurting Lana.

The reporter dug her heels into the possessed woman's backside.

"C'mon, you fucker," she hissed. "Put your back into it! Fuck a bun into my oven! I want to feel every inch of that dick! Pump that cream into my baby room!"

The dialogue was cheesy, corny, the kind of stilted garbage from a third-rate fanfic written one-handed by a horny teenager—but it worked. Lana Lang's nostrils flared, and the forceful bucking increased. The possessed woman's hands slid down from Lois Lane's hips, where long brown-and-blue bruises were already forming, to grab and lift her ass. So forceful did the thrusts become that Lois could feel her sliding along the floor...and she used her shoulders to steer her nearer and nearer the phone.

"Fuck me harder, harder, dammit," Lois let her voice rise into a whine, and despite her best intentions, she knew it was more than an act. Her pussy was still hot and ready, and the fat cock was still filling every inch of her pussy, stretching her cunt wide whenever she relaxed it, squeezing down to a pleasant hardness whenever she pressed her vaginal muscles together. "I want to feel your sperm inside me, I want to feel you spunk my cunt...breed me like a fucking bitch in heat..."

Veins popped out on Lana Lang's forehead, the whole face flushed an unnatural crimson, almost as red as the scarlet shaft screwing Lois Lane's slit into hamburger. Little flecks of foam were visible at the corners of the redhead's mouth as she bared her teeth, breathing hard, whole body concentrated on the single goal of pumping that crimson cock into and out of Lois Lane's cunny as fast and hard as possible.

Lois, panting hard grabbed the phone with her right hand...but Lana was still pumping away, and the **** of the demonically-possessed dickgirl's cock plunged them both into the stall, where the reporter's head and neck hit the porcelain base of the toilet with a painful clunk.