Can You Go Again?

Lois blinked. The 180-degree turns in attitude were giving her psychic whiplash.

"Sorry?" She said as the young woman reached down and grabbed the reporter's cock, guiding it back into her sperm-filled pussy.

"I mean, if you're going to buy birth control, then you might as well get your money's worth, right?" Maria gave a little moan as the cock slid back into her slit.

"Let me get this straight," Lois Lane said, as she began pushing her jizz deep into the young woman's cunt with her dick. "First, you make me grow a dick. Then we fuck. You beg me to put a baby in you, but when I cum you freak out at the idea of being pregnant, and now you want me to fuck you again?"

"Fuck and cum in me," Maria wrapped her legs around the reporter's waist, hands on the dickgirl's shoulders, urging Lois' cock in deeper with her heels. "Less mess that way."

Lois Lane shook her head. The body was willing, the spirit was confused. And a part of her desperately wanted answers.

"How and why did you make me grow a dick?" The reporter huffed. Maria's pussy was tight and warm, but also slick and slippery. She felt the need for an obtuse metaphor to describe the exact mix of friction and ease-of-fucking, but the perfect phrase was escaping her at the minute. For the moment, the reporter wasn't writing an article, she was just trying to fuck.

"The...red rabbit. He asked us to...try it out on a customer..." Maria panted. "Oh fuck, now I know why they insisted everybody working here be bisexual..."

"Who?" Lois said. She was picking up the pace now, cock aching. "Who hired you?"

"Who indeed?"

A familiar voice came from behind Lois Lane. A boot heel planted itself on the reporter's backside and pushed forward, shoving Lois deep enough into Maria to make her squeal. The young woman's arms wrapped around the reporter's neck, grabbing and holding her tight. Belatedly, Lois realized she was completely grappled.

The reporter twisted around, trying to see who it was talking.

Mercy Graves stared back at her, the red rabbit in one hand. Lex Luthor's bodyguard's mouth was twisted in a sneer.

"If Luthor hadn't insisted on hiring such sluts, this whole operation would go much smoother," she said. "As it is, I'm surprised this particular honey trap has caught you, Miss Lane."

"Fuck, that's in deep," Maria whispered in the reporter's ear. "Are you close to cumming? Gonna put a bun in momma's oven?"

The reporter shook her head. Not this shit again.

"Mercy, what the hell is going on here?" Lois asked.

"Well Lane," Graves dug her boot harder into Lois Lane's ass, forcing the dick even deeper inside Maria. "At the moment it looks like you're trying to impregnate Maria here."

"It's okay!" Maria called out. "She said she'd pay for the morning after pill."

"Of course she would," Mercy smiled.

"I mean," Lois growled. "What are you and Lex Luthor up to here? What happened to the women that have gone missing? What is with the red rabbit? What the fuck is going on?"

The reporter let some of her frustration out into her voice. She was tired of being fucked with—not quite literally, Maria's pussy was still heavenly—but it was past time that somebody told her something.

"Oh, very well," Graves said. "Since you won't be telling anyone anyway, why not tell you? The point of all this is..."