End: The Wonder Twins Lois Lane To Climax

Lois Lane never did get back to her investigation that night.

The next few hours were a blur. The twins almost as insatiable as Lois Lane herself. They carried her from the janitor's closet back to her apartment...and the reporter was helpless against their attentions. All the forms and shapes that their twin powers and deviant creativity could manage.

A hot breath of steam against her cunny as the leathery palm of a gorilla cupped her tits.

A geyser sprayed her clit as the long tongue of a giraffe filled her mouth.

Zan's ice-cock slid up her ass at the same time Jayna's engorged hyena-clitoris pushed into her pussy.

There was a time when hot wet drops hit her face, and Lois Lane didn't know whether that was Zan in the form of a shower or Jayna in the form of a dog, lifting her leg. A part of her didn't want to know. Only wanted, needed to give back.

Sometimes her fingers touched fur or scales. Stirred a splashing pool or stroked an icy phallus. Other times her tongue found a strange slit, thick horse-like labia swallowing her face. Always, always there was the laughter of the twins, their voices so alike...and in between water and ice, horse and octopus, there were times when they took on their own forms. When the gush of water in the reporter's cunt was replaced by a pounding cock. When the scaly cloaca humping her face became a warm, soft pussy.

Lois lost count of the number of times she came. It wasn't just the ****, or the long months she had spent without sex before her night out. It was the twins themselves, working in tandem towards common purpose. Always titillating, stimulating. Pushing Lois Lane higher and higher. Taking delight as her moans grew in pitch and volume. Laughing at her screams, as her body shuddered and shook without control...and afterward, she seemed to float in warm waters...something slithered between her thighs...and it would all begin again.

Until near morning. They were back in their human forms. The exhausted reporter was held in Jayna's lap, playing with Lois Lane's breasts from behind. Zan was pounding away at her pussy with long, slow strokes. The twins' eyes met.

"She's ready," Jayna said. "Do it."

"She doesn't have any protection," Zan said, smiling. "It's dangerous."

"I want to keep her," Jayna insisted.

Lois Lane could only pant, not sure what they were talking about...until he buried himself deep inside, and she felt it. Something hot and wet that splashed against the back of her pussy. A heat that was strangely different from all the other forms he had taken. The alien twins grinned down at the reporter.

Somewhere in the room, amid piles of discarded clothes, a Justice League communicator beeped.

"Don't worry, sister," Jayna said, leaning down to nuzzle the reporter's cheek. "We won't be gone long. We have to welcome you into the family, after all."

They left the reporter there, Zan's jizz buried deep inside her cunny, a pillow shoved under the reporter's ass to keep it from leaking out...and the exhausted reporter stared up at the ceiling as the sun rose over Metropolis, and wondered how her night out had gone so wrong...or so right.