Ask Jimmy To Fuck Her While His Girlfriend Watches

Down between her legs, Lois Lane's cunny burned. She was past rationale thought, Blaze's command driving her body onward, mind barely able to comprehend anything except the taste of the cock in her mouth...and it took everything in the reporter's power to pull her mouth off of that stiff, skinny pecker and look up into Jimmy Olsen's blue eyes and say:

"Jimmy, will you please fuck me while your girlfriend watches?"

He swallowed. Looked at his girlfriend. Back down to Lois, whose lips had wrapped around his right testicle, the spit-slick schlong against her face.

"Well," he said, misgivings in his voice. "Since you said please..."

They crammed themselves into the stall. Jimmy straddled the toilet, his testes almost on the edge of the lid. Lois had her pants off, ass in the air on all fours...and against the door, barely inches away, was his girlfriend Lucy.

Bottle blonde with a pixie-cut, almost anexorically thin and fine-boned, some Scandinavian heritage that gave her cheeks to die for and icy blue eyes, with a sky-blue lipstick to match. A think black pencil skirt over nylon leggings of some anime character Lois didn't know, an oversized belt buckle that doubled as a holder for her smartphone, a blouse that was two sizes too big but was diaphanous and nearly transparent, so that Lois could see the strapless bra underneath.

Very chic...and in another time, Lois might have asked her about her style, what communities she was a part of, what informed her style.

"Cock slut!" Lucy almost spat the words. She scrunched her skirt up so that she could rub her pussy through her tights. "Fuck her Jimmy! Fuck her good! I want the full cuckquean experience!"

Neither Lois or Jimmy had any idea what Lucy meant. Jimmy, however, did not care. There was a hot, dripping pussy in front of him and his girlfriend had practically demanded her fuck it. Lois Lane had even said please. With a whisper of thanks to whichever gods, new or old, were behind this, he eased forward...and felt that wet, tight soft grip suck him in.

"Aaah!" Lois gasped, as her pussy was finally filled...and bent over in the cramped toilet stall, Jimmy began to shift his hips, pulling his cock back until only the small head was inside, and then slamming it back in. Lois Lane's hands grasped into fists on the filthy floor, her whole body shifting back and forth to try and time it with his thrusts. She needed it harder...deeper...faster...and for a long while there was no sound in the bathroom at all except the smack of Jimmy's hips on Lois Lane's ass, and the heavy breathing of three consenting adults...