End: Eventually The Homeless People Empty All Of Their Balls Into Lois Lane

To all things, both good and terrible, there must come an ending.

It is no fun to be homeless. To go for days without a wash, weeks or months without a chance to have sex or even masturbate. Eating what food they can find, sleeping rough. Then, like a ray of light from heaven, a wet and willing pussy falls into their ilfe.

Lois Lane, tripping balls, entirely divorced from reality, was that pussy.

So they fucked her. They stuffed their unwashed cocks into her until their balls fit to burst. Yellow-jizz spewed deep into her unprotected cunt. And she took it all. Hips writhing, nipples hard, moaning as, in her mind, she embarked on a surreal, magical journey of sexual ecstasy. In reality, her eyes rolled up into her skull and she frothed at the lips as sweaty rank body after body pumped their long-pent-up loads into her snatch.

From the darkness, the demon Blaze watched. A subtle use of her power kept Lois Lane's friends from finding her as the homeless men began their second rounds. A few were even good for thirds. It warmed the demon's cold black heart to see the normally smart and stalwart reporter sullied and defiled, a common-use slut for the lowest of Metropolis' low.

A part of Blaze wondered, if the reporter was aware, if Lois would appreciate the great service she did for these men. Then the scarlet succubus' smile grinned a little wider, and a touch of her dark power flared. The psychoactive chemicals in Lois Lane's brain fully metabolized, the toxic products flushed from her system.

Lois Lane's eyes blinked. They opened wide, suddenly clear. To stare into the sweating face of Big Mack. To feel her cunny, slick with a dozen loads of stale spunk, wrapped tight around a cock as thick as a 40 oz. Frozen in place, unable to move as he mounted her like an animal. Drool from his thick lips splattered into her face, and he mouthed prayers. The reporter's eyes widened in horror as the memories of the gangbang rushed back to her...and then Big Mack rushed into her. His back arched. Balls pressed against her ass as his third and final load erupted into her depths.

All good and terrible things come to an end...and ig Mack met his end with a taste of heaven, as his heart seized and gave out, balls deep in the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

Then his dying corpse collapsed on top of her. Hole still plugged by his **** erection.

Blaze sighed. With the big Black man's ****, the other homeless men fled. Her fun for the night was over. Lois Lane's conscious control of her body returned, and the long-pent-up scream within her was the final gift to the demon. A sweet memory for the scarlet succubus to treasure as her prize from Lois Lane's night out.