End: Horny, Confused, & To Suck Something

Lois Lane rubbed her temples with both hands. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth. When she was young, she had been a thumb-sucker; had graduated to lollipops, then chewing gum. Even today she often liked to feed her oral fixation during moments of stress. Except right now it was more intense—and sexual—than ever before. The reporter kept finding her eyes drifting to her new friend's crotches.

"You eaten a lot of pussy?" Aisha asked. "Sucked a lot of dick?"

"Some cock. No pussy," Lois grimaced. She kicked off her heels and made firsts with her toes on the carpet. "I mean, sometimes I like sucking cock. Really like sucking cock. Like, I could just suck a cock for hours, if the dude would let me, but usually they only made it ten or twenty minutes and then got bored or exploded on my face or wanted to stick it in me..."

The reporter realized she was babbling. Maria and Aisha shared a glance.

"Girl, you got it bad," Maria said. "You need to get your head on straight. I propose an oral threesome."

Lois Lane blinked, her face a mask of confusion. Aisha smiled as she pulled up her skirt, revealing her cock.

"You suck my dick. Maria eats your pussy. When someone cums, we switch up," the transsexual said.

The reporter blinked. The rational decision-making parts of her brain seemed burned out. Whether that was a result of the demon's attempts at brainwashing, her own horniness, the ****, or some combination of the above, Lois wasn't sure. What she did know is that the next words out of her mouth were:

"Yeah, okay."

This is how Lois Lane found herself naked on a bed that suddenly felt far too small, with a naked woman and transwoman. If she was honest with herself, being on all fours and wrapping her lips around Aisha's stiff little dick felt...natural. As Maria slid her face in between her thighs, tongue licking experimentally at Lois Lane's snatch, the reporter felt the tension of the night start to fade from her muscles. Tongue sliding down to lick those estrogen-shrunken balls, Lois tried to put her night out...out of mind.

Aisha moaned softly as she put a hand on her hip, another on the back of the reporter's head, and fucked Lois Lane's face for a while. Maria sucked softly on the reporter's clit. Lois Lane shifted into a state where her head just felt empty, moving with the flow...and when Aisha blasted a load onto the reporter's tongue, and she and Maria switched places, the reporter didn't even think about the fact that the salty jizz-load was still on her tongue as she buried it in Maria's plump little pussy. After all, the transwoman was behind Lois, picking up where Maria had left off, tongue buried in the reporter's twat as she stroked her cock.

It was a long night. They took their time. Explored each other's bodies. Lois remembered, later, holding Maria's mouth open as Aisha jerked off on her tongue. Remembered too how Aisha held the reporter's labia apart as Maria spat that hot load into the reporter's well-lubed cunny as Lois slurped on the limp cock, sucking out the last few sperm. There were bathroom breaks, hydration breaks. Sometime around 4AM, someone put on a pornographic movie, the fake moans and slap-slap-slap of flesh providing a backdrop as the three of them tried to form a triangle on the bed, head buried between each other's thighs.

When Lois Lane awoke the next day, her mouth tasted like ass...and she remembered how Maria had talked her into giving Aisha a rimjob to try and coax one more load out of the spent transwoman. The reporter's head pounded. Her pussy felt gritty and nasty. Disentangling herself from the limbs of her lovers, the reporter stumbled into the bathroom and half-collapsed onto the toilet.

It burned as she peed. Lois Lane didn't think of that at the time. Half-awake, the reporter found herself leaning against the sink. Dimly, she was aware that there would be consequences for tonight. The reporter knew she had failed to find the missing women, though she knew that Blaze was involved somehow. Her new friends snored softly, and Lois didn't want to think about what to do with them. Breakfast, maybe, then a polite goodbye...some aspirin and a nap...

By the time Lois was up, Maria emerged from the kitchen, a glass of what looked like tomato juice in each hands, bits of greenery sticking out.

"Here," the young woman said, her reddish hair mussed, a weirdly familiar smile on her lips. She was naked, the pendulous breasts criss-crossed by lines of light as dawn poured through the shades. "Hair of the dog."

Lois accepted the bloody mary with as much grace as she could...and poured half of it down her throat in a gulp.

"You were fantastic last night, by the way," Maria said. "Like, once you get your tongue in something, you just shift into this whole cunt-eating, cock-sucking zone."

The reporter frowned. "I think...I think she...did something to me. I wasn't always like that."

"Let's try an experiment," Maria said, then took a moment to sip her bloody mary. "Want to lick my pussy?"

"Not...really..." Lois said with less surety than she would have liked.

"Lick my cunt," Maria said, phrasing it as an order instead of a question.

Lois didn't even think to say no. She simply sank down onto her knees and pressed her face against Maria's crotch.

"Oh yeah," the young woman said. "You've definitely...got...something going on..."

Aisha stirred on the bed.

"Don't worry, Lois," Maria said. "We'll give you all the cock you can suck and all the pussy you can eat! We'll be best friends with benefits you've ever had..."

Lois Lane was barely listening. She was back in the zone, her aching jaw moving on instinct, the taste of pussy-juice mixing with the bloody mary. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter would learn that a demon's influence is difficult to shake...but that, and all the other consequences of Lois Lane's night out, is a different story.