End: Superman Cums First

Lois Lane wrapped her legs around the dickgirl pumping her hard and fast. Angelica Blaze was pumping away hard, her lips buried in the reporter's shoulder, kissing and sucking at her skin...but Lois only had eyes for the Man of Steel, pumping his fist over his dick, just beyond her window.

He knew. She knew he knew. He knew she knew he knew. It was like a conspiracy between the two of them, and Blaze was just the toy Lois was using to get him hot...to help get him off...and the longer Lois watched him, the faster he stroked his cock, the more desperation that showed in his face...the more excited her got. She began to babble, in a harsh, urgent whisper that she knew he could hear:

"Fucking pump that baby batter in me! Knock me up! I want to feel a fucking gusher in my cunt. I need to feel you plant a baby in me. Fuck me until I'm raw and bleeding. Fuck me until I have twins. I'll hire you again and again until I fucking take and then when I give birth to your dickgirl babies I'll pay you to knock me up all over again...I'll be your sugar momma, your personal dicksleeve slut, your cum-drenched surrogate..."

Superman pressed his hand against the glass...and Lois could tell he was getting close. The heat inside of Lois's cunt reached a new height, her breath coming in short, hot gasps, heart hammering, nipples so stiff they ached. She had never been so turned on, not into her entire life.

Then Blaze came in her.

The dickgirl, lost in her own world of trying desperately to knock the reporter up, arched her back and shoved her cock so far inside Lois that the reporter cried out in sudden pain as her cockhead stabbed too deep into the welcoming cunt. Lois couldn't feel the creampie...but she knew that it happened, because the cock throbbed and pulsed, and Angelica utterly lost it, eyes rolling up inside her head until only the whites showed. The fertility idol looked on, a weird sense of satisfaction on its ugly features...

...and then Superman came. The glass cracked, the sperm bursting a hole in the opposite wall by the bed. Blaze, in mid-ejaculation, quickly turned to stare at the source of the shot...and saw only the hole in the glass door to the balcony, Superman having already left at superspeed.

Lois Lane, for her part, could take it no more. Grasping onto Blaze, she twisted and they went tumbling off the bed. The reporter landed on top...and quickly began to buck and grind, rubbing her clit with her left hand, until her body shuddered and shook...not just because she knew her greedy cervix was opening, sucking in that virile sperm swimming in her snatch, but because she knew that he was still out there watching her...knowing that someone else's seed was knocking her up, maybe right now...and the knowledge of him up on the roof, flogging his failing penis, trying to eke out one more pathetic load sent the reporter over the edge in a bucking, heaving, grunting storm of passionate humping...that found her sweating, and half-collapsed on top of her escort of the evening.

"That was...special," Angelica said. "I don't suppose...if it doesn't take...maybe you can call me again?"

The reporter smiled. She knew Superman was hanging on her next words, superhearing deaf to all else.

"Oh, I'll call you the next time I need a dick. You can count on that."

Lois Lane never found those missing women, not that night. Nor did Blaze's plan work out quite how she had imagined it, though the disguised demon mentally patted herself on the back for successfully inseminating Lois Lane. The gravid idol, the ancient artifact that Blaze had tricked Lois into stealing, sat satisfied and serene, its mission accomplished...for now. Yet fate had bound Lois and Superman together...and those strands of destiny still bound them, though in a slightly different configuration.

They shared a new kink...one that would only deepen their relationship, as together, they explored what it was like for Lois Lane to fuck other people...and for Superman to watch.