End: A Creampie Factory

Lois Lane felt her mother's presence over her shoulder as they stepped into the bathroom. The reporter grit her teeth, irritated at this whole situation—a family curse, a ghost, a spectral biological clock tick-tick-ticking away, a reminder that Lois Lane had been saving herself for Superman, unclear if he even felt about her the way she felt about him...

There was a sign on the stall furthest from the door that declared it OUT OF ORDER. The latch, however, worked, and when Lois opened the door she wasn't terribly surprised to see that there wasn't a toilet, but another door set in the wall, a nondescript black metal door with a black knob. Ella Lane followed her daughter in as Lois stepped forward and tried the knob...and the door swung open toward her.

It was the sounds that hit Lois Lane's ears first. The wet schlick-schlick of flesh in flesh. The soft moans of women. Masculine grunts. Then the smell of pussy, lube, cleaning products, and beneath all that the warm reek of human bodies in close proximity for too long.

The room was not very large; Lois could easily have stood arms outstretched and touched both walls with the tips of her fingers. On the left hand side was a kind of bench with folded clothes, bag lunches, bottles of water, smartphones. On the other wall five holes had been bored, to where Lois wasn't sure...but there were men on the otherside. Lois Lane's eyes widened as hard dicks thrust through the holes, and found warm, wet holes to fuck and spill their seed in.

Five holes, but four women. Lois Lane knew their names, their ages. Diana Reynolds, Mara de la Cruz, Tonya Wong, Jenny Dunlap. The missing women. All naked, all thrusting back to meet the dicks that pushed and spurted.

"Aaaah!" Diana said, her copper-red hair shook...and something white dribbled down her thighs, out of her fuckhole. There were stains on the floor beneath the women's feet, paths that led to the drain in the floor. No conomds, Lois noticed.

"Who the fuck are you?" Tonya Wong said, the slim Asian woman the nearest to the entrance.

"I'm Lois Lane from the Daily Planet," the reporter said, automatically. "I'd like to ask you a few questions."

It was not the oddest interview that Lois Lane had ever undertaken. The room was warmer than the club—and Lois Lane, already topless from before, soon found her small breasts streaked with sweat. Worse, her nipples were hard. The four women didn't stop having sex for nearly the entire time they spoke, their answers interspersed with moans as they outlined what they were doing here.

"Stem cell research," Jenny Dunlap said grimly. "Requires fertilized embryos. Can't buy them, but they can be donated. And there are plenty of guys that are happy to, ah, donate sperm. They'll even pay for it."

"It's all legal!" Mara de la Cruz said. "I mean, as long as the cops don't find out."

"Victimless crime," Diana Reynolds said drolly. "We take fertility **** to make us ovulate, we get fucked...a few weeks in here will pay for an entire semester at Metropolis University."

"If we ever go back," Tonya Wong added. "And of course, we don't have to donate...if we don't want to..."

Lois Lane nodded, carefully noncomital as she asked the questions.. She got a vague idea that the whole operation had been set up by the owner of the club, one Angelica Blaze. That would be someone needed to look into.

Of course, her mother had other priorities.

"You know, dear, there is an empty hole," Ella Lane said. "You could drop your panties and—"

"Mother, I am working," Lois Lane said, a little louder than she intended, face flushed.

Loud enough that a masculine voice spoke from the other side of the wall.

"Lois, is that you?"

The blood seemed to drain from the reporter's face as she recognized that midwestern accent. A part of her wondered if she could just stay silent...and then a familiar blue eye peered through the hole.

"It is you!"

Lois sighed. "Hello, Smallville."

The women tittered and smiled at the awkward conversation that followed between the two reporters. Clark Kent, it turned out, had been pursuing the same case from a separate angle.

"Maybe we should compare notes," Clark said.

"Why don't you share your dick!?" Ella Lane said loudly...and that set the other women off.

"Go on!"

"Do it!"

"Fuck him!"

"Take that cock!"

The jeers turned into a refrain of "do it, do it!" in which Ella Lane happily joined in...and even the men on the other side of the wall. Lois wasn't sure it was possible to die from embarrasment, but she grit her teeth. This curse was absolutely intolerable. Her mother was intolerable. The reporter knew she couldn't stand it anymore.

"ENOUGH!" Lois shouted. In the moment of silence that followed, Lois sighed and knelt down to stare Clark Kent in the eye.

"Smallville, I can't explain right now, but would you please have sex with me? It's important."

The great blue eye blinked.

"I...I would love to make love to you Lois. But are you sure you want to do it here, now? We could go back to my apartment...or yours..." His voice was full of concern, Lois noticed. But not hesitance.

The reporter stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her pants. Five pairs of eyes were on her, not counting Clark Kent.

"Now, Smallville. Just...get your cock out and hard, please." she said.

Lois Lane was aware of how wet her pussy was, but she still mouthed a silent "thank you" as Tonya Wong handed her a bottle of lube. Just a swath of clear goo to ease things along. After all, she had no idea how big Clark Kent was, down there. Awkwardly, Lois bent down into a partial squat, mimicing the way the other women pressed their pussies against the hole. Felt cooler air on the other side...and then something warm and hard rub at her lips.

Warm, hard...and big. Lois Lane's eyes went wide.

"Jesus wept, Clark, where do you hide that salami?"

Then he slid forward...and Lois Lane almost fell forward, but Ella Lane was there, the ghost's flesh cold but firm. She gripped the mostly-naked reporter by the shoulders and pressed Lois Lane's body back against the wall, to meet Clark Kent's thrust.

Lois gripped onto her mother's arms as Kent continued to move. While not a size queen by any stretch, a few of Lois Lane's better lovers had been on the larger side...but nothing like this. Lois could feel her poor pussy stretch as Clark slowly pushed forward, and just when she thought she couldn't take any more the cock slid deeper inside of her...almost uncomfortably deep...though it stopped just shy of the back of her womb.

"G-great Caesar's ghost!" Lois huffed, and the room had gone silent as all the women watched her.

"Is he big?" Tonya Wong said.

"Huge," Lois closed her eyes and arched her back. Slowly, Clark began to withdraw.

"I'm sorry Lois," Clark's voice was muffled by the wall. "if it's too much, I can stop..."

"Don't you fucking dare!" Lois said with more iron in her voice than she thought she could muster. "Fuck me! Please. Cum in me! I want your cum!"

The words had spilled out, and Lois half-regreted them immediately. All the talk of creampies and getting pregnant and curses, combined with the first real cock she'd felt in a year had just pushed her beyond the bounds of propriety...and though the women were themselves getting dicked, they watched with something like envy as Clark Kent did his best to meet Lois Lane's wishes.

He thrust. Slowly at first, to let her get used to the size of him. Then with more speed and confidence, careful not to push too deep but angling his cock so that the swollen head, which felt as big as an apple inside the reporter's snatch, rubbed all the right spots. The reporter, unused to this position, felt the strain in her back and legs, her knees wobbled and thighs and calves burned. Her breath came in hot gasps as her pussy seemed to melt, hot juice dripped from her cunny, and she held onto her mother for dear life.

"That's it, baby," Ella Lane said. "Just let yourself go. Cum for him...you can do it....mommy's got you..."

It was wrong. It was all wrong. A keen built up in the back of Lois Lane's throat and when it burst out, the women jumped up, taken aback by the volume of the reporter's sonic ejaculation. Her body collapsed forward, pussy still pushed against that hole...and then she felt it. Something she had never felt.

Clark Kent came inside of her.

Most ejaculations were no more than a tablespoon, flung indifferently into a hot meat tube less than twelve inches long. Lois had lovers cum inside her before, and not been aware of it except for the added wetness, and then the inevitable oozy aftermath. Not with Smallville, though. Her pussy, already stretched tight around his prick, seemed to grow tighter. His cock pushed deep until it threatened to touch her cervix...she felt utterly impaled...and when he came, each spurt of seed was like a stinging hail against the mouth of her womb.

With a smile of satisfaction, Ella Lane vanished. Lois Lane pitched forward, ass up, Clark Kent's seed inside her fucked-out snatch...and it took Lois several minutes to regain her composure and get back on her feet.

She didn't even clean herself out. Just pulled her panties up, to trap Kent's jizz inside of her.

"Smallville? Meet me outside the front of the club," Lois said through the hole. "We'll...continue this later."

There was a snicker among the women. Lois Lane glared at them...and then rubbed a hand against her abdomen.

"Nice talking to you ladies. Thank you," Lois Lane said before she left the way she had entered.

The reporter had time to think, as she recovered shirt and bra and went back up toward the street. Not just about her night out, her mother and the curse and the fact that she had just been fucked in front of a live audience and let Clark Kent of all people paint her womb white. No, Lois Lane thought about the future, now...and when she saw Clark, in a rumpled suit, on the sidewalk in front of the club, she knew her night out might be over, but her life was just beginning.

"So, Smallville," she said as she threaded her arm in his. "My place or yours?"