End: John Stewart Cums In Lois Lane's Mouth

Lois Lane's head bobbed on John Stewart's cock with single-minded devotion. No fine tongue-work now, no subtle technique. One hand stroked his brown shaft while the other pressed against his taint, to stimulate the Green Lantern's prostate. The reporter ignored the taste, the feel, everything except her purpose.

She didn't even notice the green sparks on his skin as he stirred. The moan that went through his body as her lips ran over his sensitive glans. The blue dribbles of blue pus from the burst blisters on his stiff prick.

"One minute, Lane," Mercy Graves' said—but Lois could already feel the black cock stiffen and throb. Unseen, an emerald aura flowed over the body of John Stewart and herself. Graves cried out in alarm, but the sound was muffled.

When the first burst of John Stewart's spunk hit her, thick and bitter, the world flashed green.

"I think she's coming around..." A familiar voice said.

Lois Lane blinked. She was on her back, in a hospital bed. John Stewart loomed over her...and next to him, Superman. The reporter stared from one to the other, tried to say something—but there was a sticky lump in her throat. A cough, a familiar foulness, a swallow—and the bitter lump slid down the reporter's esophagus.

"Where..." Lois managed as she sat up in the bed, and realized she was in a hospital gown...and in a hospital bed, in a hospital room. She spied her club clothes, neatly stacked on a nearby chair, her wallet and smartphone on top.

"A private ward of a Wayne Foundation charity hospital," Superman said. "John says you passed out when he broke free from Luthor's control."

The Green Lantern gave a sheepish smile.

"What...did he tell you about that?" she asked.

"That Luthor was trying to brainwash us, for some reason," Stewart said. "That you were trying to get me free, when Mercy Graves threatened to kill me. Do you remember that?"

Lois licked her lips. She could feel the gummy, old semen coat her teeth.

"Yeah. Um. Right."

Superman, bless his innocent heart, didn't pick up on the undertones of Lois and John's brief exchange.

"Luthor escaped, but we shut down his operation. Rescued the women he had kidnapped to use as test subjects," Superman said. "They're in a room across the hall. The doctor says you can go interview them whenever you feel up to it. You're physically fine."

Lois Lane **** a smile. She didn't feel fine. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter remembered the small blue blisters on John Stewart's cock. Wondered how transmissible that alien STI was. It had managed to make it from extraterrestrial to human, so human-to-human seemed likely. The reporter frowned.

"By the way John, how are you feeling?" Superman broke in. "I hear you've been suffering from Korugaran measles?"

The Black man couldn't blush, exactly, but he looked embarrassed.

"Yes. It's a...non-transmissible allergic reaction to Korugaran saliva," he said. "Should clear up in a couple of weeks."

Superman chuckled. "Your tongue must be covered with little blue blisters!"

John Stewart smiled, but kept his mouth closed. Lois Lane felt a sense of relief roll through her. Grateful, at least, that it apparently wasn't quite as bad a situation as she had imagined.

Superman's hand found her own, and she smiled up at him. There was a lot she didn't understand about her night out...what exactly Lex Luthor's endgame was, or how John Stewart had freed himself. Yet she felt that she had dodged a bullet, and now she had a chance to life, laugh, and suck more black cocks like the slut I am.

Lois blinked, not sure where that thought had come from. Superman gave her hand a little squeeze.

"Are you okay? You're blushing." He said.

The reporter smiled up at him. "Oh, just a naughty thought that crossed my mind," she said, honestly...and a part of her wondered if, after all, the effects of this night out might linger on.