End: The Threesome Had Just Begun

"Oh, you know what Perry? Our new friend simply MUST join us in the BDSM room!" Alice White said.

Lois Lane looked at her editor. The older man frowned, licked his lips nervously.

"Really, dear, I'm sure we shouldn't monopolize her evening..."

"Nonsense!" Alice White stood up and grabbed the reporter's arm. "You'll call me 'mistress,' won't you dear? I'll have Perry hard again soon...a few whacks on the bum and he's stiffer than ever! Come on, the night is young!"

The reporter looked at her boss, Perry White...and there was a long-suffering plea in his eyes. Lois saw him follow behind her as Alice pulled the reporter through a door into a room with various odd pieces of furniture...and a rack full of paddles, whips...gags...

Alice didn't stop talking. The older woman kept rattling on, occasionally issuing directions, and before Lois Lane knew it Perry White had bent his star reporter over a kind of bench, using velcro straps to tie her arms and legs apart. The reporter's head, face-up, over the edge of the low bench...low enough so that she could clearly see Alice White's cum-splattered minge.

"Now, ****!" Alice declared dramatically. "Pleasure me, as my lord takes his pleasure of you!"

Old woman pussy pressed against the reporter's mouth. Meaty thighs pressed against the reporter's cheeks, wet and bristly labia scraped her teeth as Lois opened her mouth so that her tongue could taste that ancient quim. Between her outspread legs, Lois could feel Perry White slap his cock against her thigh as he tried to get hard again. A part of her hoped he at least thought to put on a condom.

"Oh, I wish they had those handmaid outfits...you know, like the novel? How hot it would be if we were in Gilead, and he was impregnating you right now...Perry, don't you dare pull out! I want to push your cum deeper into her pussy after you're done!" Alice said.

Lois Lane had never seriously contemplated what sex would be like with a pair old enough to be her parents...yet now that she was stuck in this threesome, the sheer level of cringe made her want to die. She wondered if this was what it was like for all old people, if their sexual drive didn't just wither, and they were stuck...

Oof! Lois Lane's thought was interrupted as Perry, finally hard again, pushed roughly into her labia. Alice leaned over and slapped the reporter's breasts.

"Lick harder, ****!" Alice cackled. She squeezed the reporter's head between her thighs and gave a more playful laugh. "Really dear, lick me clean or I'll tickle you to ****! Perry, pump her harder. I don't want her to feel we're neglecting her."

Resigned to her fate, the reporter opened her mouth wide and tried to take the whole of the older woman's labia in her mouth. She sucked hard as Perry White picked up the pace and **** of his thrusts, the older man's hands gripped hard on Lois Lane's hips...and she wondered if he too thought about inseminating her. Hopefully not. Lois was willing to fuck his wife to help out his failing marriage, but she hadn't signed up to be his surrogate...or his mistress.

At least, I hope not, Lois thought as her tongue tickled Alice's clit, and the older woman began to moan and pant.

There would be no more investigation for Lois Lane. Not that night. Alice White was not easily satisfied, now that she had a playmate. Perry White followed through with each of his wife's ideas. Once, when Alice had commanded Lois to sit on his face while she picked out a strap-on so they could double penetrate the reporter, Lois had looked down into his eyes...watery, sad, tired eyes. The old man had not signed onto this, not really. He had been dragged to this sex club against his will, **** to bare his aging flesh to sate a wife that was determined to be part of a swinger couple, and now as his thick tongue licked at the reporter's sore twat she could feel the full **** of his misery...

Lois sympathized. She really did.

"Oh, this is perfect! Not too big. Although I bet you like the big ones, don't you dear? Oh this will be so much fun. Perry, get hard again, we can't do this if you're soft..."

Salvation came in the form of Perry's suggestion that they have some champagne...to relax, and to hydrate. Lois and Perry sipped theirs, but Alice guzzled. She was elated...tired...and, after a quick trip to the bathroom to clean some of the cum out of her ass and cunt, sleepy. Lois found herself on her knees, tongue once more in that old twat as Alice finished off the bottle, the limp and exhausted Perry fingering the reporter's ass...and then Alice's eyelids drooped...grew heavy...fluttered...and at last closed. Perry and Lois continued for a few moments, until she began to snore.

With a sigh, Perry pulled his fingers from the reporter's butthole.

"You'd better go before she wakes up," he whispered. "Take tomorrow off. Paid leave. And Lois, I'm..."

"It's okay, chief," Lois said as she stood up, muscles aching, knees sore from kneeling on the hard floor. Instinctively, she bent down and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Let's just not make this a regular thing, okay?"

He nodded, gravely...that long-suffering husband...Lois wondered if she would find anyone half that dedicated to her someday.

Dead on her feet, the reporter decided it was time to leave. The club was empty, her leads had dried up. Tomorrow night, perhaps, or the night after she might come back and find the answers she sought...but for now, her night out had come to an unsatisfying end. All she had accomplished was to help a friend...and, perhaps, that was enough.

Although she was sure she would be less happy when she saw the cum still spotting her panties the next day.