End: Not Even A Single Condom

"Has Lois Lane always been this much of a slut?"

In the control room, Mercy Graves stared at the monitor. The words had simply tumbled from her voice as she listened to the exchange between the reporter and agent Maria. The stumbled apology that there were no condoms, the mumbled acknowledgment and "It's fine, just fuck me," from the Daily Planet's greatest reporter. Hidden cameras captured the moment from multiple angles as two cocks pushed into two cunts, without any protection at all.

"Hardly," Lex Luthor said dryly. "The **** and pheromone markers have reduced Miss Lane's inhibitions, clouded her judgment, and increased her libido. She's like a wild animal in heat."

Mercy gulped. "But...is she actually going to get pregnant?"

The bald villain smiled. "That is what this experiment is about. I have a theory that these red kryptonite transformations are a genetic fallback to ensure the survival of the Kryptonian race. Normally the effects are temporary, wearing off in 24 to 48 hours. But if they are intended to help the user breed...then pregnancy might make those changes permanent."

His grin was cruel as the moans of Lois Lane grew louder and louder over the speakers. The camera angles could barely catch the double penetration, but Lois Lane's legs were spread wide to allow both of Maria's cocks as much access to her pelvis as they could. Mercy Graves bit her lip and ran a hand between her own legs. It wasn't just taking two dicks...it was the thought of how it must feel to have them rub against each other through that thin wall of flesh between the pussies. The tightness, the sense of being filled to bursting.

Luthor was too focused on the screens to notice.

"And if she does get pregnant...will they inherit the overlay of Kryptonian genes?" he wondered aloud.

The carpet burned against Lois Lane's ass as Maria's hips sawed her twin schlongs in and out of the reporter's cunnies. On her back, legs spread, Lois Lane felt like the head cheerleader getting nailed by the star linebacker. Except Maria's lips were softer and plumper, her tongue more eager, her soft breasts bigger than Lois Lane's own as their stiff nipples smashed against each other. It was like the best of both worlds...and the reporter was almost beyond rational thought as the terrible anticipation in her body grew and grew with each thrust.

Pussy-juice dribbled from each of the reporter's slits and oozed down over her asshole. The reporter's ankles crossed behind Maria's thighs. The reporter could never remember being this excited, almost high. She could feel every bump and vein in those stiff pricks. Pushing together, they couldn't get that deep, but the glans kept catching at her g-spots as they pulled out, and Lois hugged her lover closer as the pair humped with increasing intensity.

Raw. Bareback. The danger added just that extra bit of thrill, and Los Lane already was in the midst of the best fuck of her life. A part of her wanted it to go on forever. A part of her wanted to die. The tiny, tinny voice of reason that spoke of periods, cycles, STDs, pregnancy, and other dangers was banished to the back of the reporter's brain.

There would be time for recriminations later. For right now, Lois Lane was getting fucked.

The explosive ejaculation came before either of them were prepared for it. Lois Lane's cunts were too tight, too hot, too wet. They sucked Maria in almost to the hilt as the pair of pricks suddenly unleashed their hot white sticky loads deep inside of both love tunnels. Painting the cervix of each of Lois Lane's uteruses white.

Maria paused, panted. Lois ground her hips, suddenly frustrated. She hadn't cum yet.

That wouldn't do.

"Hey," Maria said, even as her cocks began to shrink. "Let's change position."

Which is how Lois Lane ended up with her shoulders on the carpet, her legs thrown over Maria's shoulders as the double-dicked dickgirl licked and slathered at both of her pussies. The reporter's hands found and caught Maria's ankles. The reporter arched her body, imagining all that virile jizz slide down deeper into her fertile cunnies, helped out by gravity. Yet she didn't care. Because Maria' could suck on both of her clits at once, and the reporter's body heaved as she humped that face. Her toes curled, her body quivered.

The scream that ripped out of her could be heard on the dance floor of the club. Yet no one tried to get past the security to see who had just cum like a banshee.

"So...um," Maria swallowed hard. "People probably heard that. We should get out of here. You, uh, want to get a hotel or something?"

Lois Lane panted. In the aftermath of the greatest climax of her life, she reviewed the choices that she had made tonight. All the times she could have gone left instead of right. The decisions that had led her away from her investigation and here, with two pussies packed full of sperm and not a condom in sight.

Her path was obvious.

"I want you to fuck me all night long and fill both my cunts to the brim," she said, in the same tone of voice a general would order their troops to take a hill.

Maria gulped. "Y-yes. Yes, ma'am!"

Whether Lex Luthor's little experiment would yield any fruitful results...well, that's another story. Lois Lane's night out was at an end.