End: Breed Her For Me, Jimmy!

The words sent a shiver down Lois Lane's spine. Lucy had her hands clamped on the reporter's head, grinding the reporter's nose into her tiny strip of pubic hair, the reporter's tongue swirling around inside her canal. Behind her, Jimmy Olsen kept up his steady pounding of the cock-thirsty reporter's pussy.

"Cum in her. Give this bitch a baby!" Lucy said, absolutely losing it. "She can be our surrogate! Our broodmare! I'll keep my figure and she'll be our fucktoy baby mama! So you spray your fucking babymakers into her jizzcatcher right fucking now!"

Jimmy swallowed. "That's...that's so hot, but Lucy, we really shouldn't..."

Lois Lane couldn't see Jimmy's face as he strove to be the voice of reason in a sexual scenario that had long ago tossed reason out of the window. The cock-mad reporter squeezed her pussy as tight as she could, and threw herself backwards. Jimmy grunted as his buttocks slammed into the toilet seat behind him, pinned against the bowl...and that was too much for him.

"Nrrgggaaaah!" Jimmy cried out.

The reporter couldn't feel the actual shots of Jimmy's sperm deep inside her snatch. But she felt the throb and twitch of his dick as rope after rope of his thick sperm burst inside her, deeper than her fingers could reach. Her stomach fluttered and she moaned deeply inside the pussy in front of her. Eyes rolling up in her head.

It wasn't an orgasm...it was some other, deeper satisfaction. The fulfillment of being fucked, of being used, of being filled that scratched the itch embedded in her brain.

"Oh fuck," Jimmy said as the moment passed. "I can't believe I just came unprotected inside Lois Lane..."

"Get used to it," Lucy said, her mind set, her tone brooking no argument. "I want you to cum into this pussy every day until she catches. We'll move in together...set a date for the wedding..."

"Lucy," Jimmy said. "Look, I know this has been fun, but Miss Lane has a say in all this too, and I don't even know if..."

The reporter pulled her face away from Jimmy's girlfriend's cunny.

"Jimmy?" Lois said, pussy-juice dripping off her chin. "Shut up. And think about how you're going to fuck me next."

Outnumbered, Jimmy sat heavily on the throne, wondering how his life had taken this strange turn.

In a single night, the life of Lois Lane had changed. The demonic rewiring of her brain would come to overtake her existence...but she had, at the least, Jimmy Olsen and his girlfriend Lucy to help the reporter navigate this brave new world. Their adventures together as a threesome are, however, another story.