End: Lois Lane's Father Is Possessed

Her father's fingers slipped out of Lois Lane's pussy and slid up to grope his daughter's flat stomach.

"Hmm, that was a big creamy one. Just like the kind he used to pump into me."

Lois froze. It was Sam Lane's voice...but the words were those of her mother.

Master of her own body once again, Lois pulled herself off the cock, and spun around to confront her mother/father.

The bristly mustache rose above an unfamiliar grin. The old man put his cock back into his pants, and bent down to retrieve his belt.

"Pull yourself together, Lois. I'm afraid your father can't go twice in a row anymore, but our night isn't over yet." Her mother's words came from her father's voice.

"No...no!" Lois said. "Let him go, mom! You already made him cum in me, isn't that enough?"

"No, it isn't," the smile died, the lips drawing into a severe line. Her father's stern grey-blue eyes locked on hers. "Once isn't enough. So we're going to go back to your apartment, and you're going to let daddy empty his balls into his little girl again."

"Or what?" Lois said, sticking out her chin, hands coiled into fists.

"Or else I'll take Sam and find Lucy," the old man's voice was quiet, controlled...and Lois felt a shiver roll down her spine. She knew that was her mother's serious voice.

Swallowing hard. Lois bent over and pulled up pants and panties. Her ass still smarted from where her father had spanked her. The woman in her father's body took a step forward and laid tender hands on their daughter's shoulders.

"Come, now, Lois—the worst is over. I'm not as...violent as your father. He's already cum inside you once. You might already become pregnant. We just need to make sure..."

"Mom—shut up. Please," Lois said as she glanced in the mirror. Her makeup was a mess, her hair wild, clothes rumpled, pussy sore. She shook her head. "Just...follow me."

They caught a cab outside the club. Rode in silence, Sam Lane looking outside the windows. Perhaps amazed at how the world had changed since Ella Lane had died. It wasn't until they were alone, in the elevator of Lois Lane's apartment building, that the reporter asked a question.

"Can dad...still see and hear?"

"Oh yes, my dear. Just like it was with you."

Lois frowned. She couldn't decide if that made it better or worse...but at least her father now knew why his daughter had been acting like a slut. Perhaps he knew how Lois felt, as he had fucked her, unable to stop him.

Inside her apartment, Lois took off her jacket, unloaded her pockets...a part of her dallied with the idea of calling Zatanna, getting an exorcist in here...but Sam Lane had already pushed forward into the bedroom. Lois found him there, a few minutes later, having taken off everything except his socks, sitting on the edge of the bed. He wass still impressively fit for a man his age, stomach trim, broad-chested, almost covered with grey hair. The soft thick cock lay hanging limp above a pair of grizzled grey testes.

"If you don't mind, Lois," his hands indicated his pecker.

Lois frowned. "What do you expect me to do with that, mother?"

"Suck your father's cock, of course," the old man's face was straight, his delivery serious. "You can't expect him to impregnate you limp."

Perhaps something died inside of Lois right then...or maybe she had just been too beaten down by the night's events. It was so surreal to see her own father naked, on her bed, while still feeling his cum squish inside her soiled panties.

Trying not to look at him, Lois Lane disrobed. She knelt between those knees she had bounced on as a baby, trying not to think about whose cock she was sucking...or whose pussy she was going to taste on his big old pecker as it stiffened in her mouth.

"You know," Ella said in her father's voice. "I always wondered what it looked like, when I did this for your father. There's a little spot on the back of the head, right above the circumcision scar, that used to drive him wild—"

Lois ran her tongue around the slowly swelling dick...and it stiffened suddenly, a shiver running through his whole being.

"That's the spirit," the man's voice said. He patted his knee. "Now climb on daddy's lap."

Numbly, Lois complied. Her stomach felt tied in knots as the warm head slipped inside her sticky slit again...but the worse part was, it didn't actually feel any different from any other cock she had ever taken. There was a terrible banality to this sin, even though the very thought of it made the bile rise in Lois Lane's gullet. Fucking her father just didn't feel any different from any other kind of fucking.

He laid back on the bed, letting Lois take the lead. Old as he was, it would take his balls time to build up another virile dose to spray against the walls of his daughter's cunt. Ella Lane stared out through those eyes, her hands rubbing her daughter's buttocks and thighs...and as Lois finally closed her eyes and lost herself in the fucking, moving her hips faster, the words came up to her like a chant.

"Good soldier...good soldier...good soldier..."

She wasn't sure when he came inside her again. The hours passed, and she felt the thick, runny goo ooze out of her, and sometimes it was fresh. Her lips gasped as she cleaned his cock, each time. It seemed to Lois like a nightmare that would never end...until dawn broke, the light washing softly through the windows.

Lois was on her hands and knees, ass in the air. She heard the old man gasp, his hips buck one last time...and then he stopped. Sullenly, she reached back to twiddle her clit, hoping to cum before she had to suck him hard again...but then he spoke.

"She's gone..." Her father said.

He pulled out of there...and they cried and held each other for a while. There were no more words to be said. The spirit that had driven them both had gone back, to its reward or its damnation, and once again she had left her loved ones behind.

Plus one.