End: Maria Gets The Pill

"Hey babe," Lois reached over and squeezed Maria's breast softly. "Wakey-wakey."

"Nnnnh," Maria scrunched her face, then blinked into the light. "What happened?"

"You sort of fell asleep while we were fucking you," Mercy said bluntly. She tossed the young woman's clothes down beside her. "C'mon, get dressed."

Maria sat up, hair a mess. She stared down at the sticky mess that was her crotch.

"Dios mio. I'm so going to get pregnant," she frowned.

"I promised you a morning after pill, and we're going to get it for you." Lois said as she struggled to bring her thong panties over her cock. The end result, which left most of her flaccid cock hanging out of the black silk, was not optimal.

"Right now?" Maria perked up, sorting through the pile for a pair of panties that clearly weren't hers. A red satin number that had probably belonged to one of the dancers, picked up by mistake.

"One quick stop first," Mercy said, turning away so that neither of the women could see the bodyguard's dick growing hard again as Maria pulled the underwear on over her sticky crotch.

Once again, Lois Lane was reminded of the old adage that the most important part of journalism was knowing which question to ask. With Mercy and Maria standing guard, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had been able to get her interviews with the missing women without anyone the wiser.

"You're right," the reporter admitted once they were out of earshot, Mercy guiding them out of the hidden facility. "Total bone-addict sluts. Is that a side effect of the kryptonite?"

"I hope not," Mercy muttered, shifting her clothing to better hide her erection.

They followed her silently through the corridors, then out a firedoor into an alley. Lois took the lead, three blocks down to a pharmacy. Ten minutes later and she was out again, a little brown paper bag in her hand.

"That's it?" Maria said, an edge of excitement in her voice.

"One genuine Plan B, good for what ails you," the reporter replied. "Or, more of an ounce of prevent better than a pound of cure."

"Do I, uh...do I have to take it right now?" Maria asked.

"Anytime within five days, I think," Mercy said. "Why?"

"Well...I was thinking," the young woman threaded her arms through Lois and Mercy's elbows, linking them together. "It isn't really fair that you two got to fuck me while I wasn't around to appreciate it."

Mercy coughed, face suddenly red. Lois gave a smile.

"Are you saying you'd like to try it again?"

Maria gave a slow nod.

"Well, I've got what I came out for tonight. What do you say, Graves?" Lois cocked an eyebrow. "Night's still young if we want to have a little fun."

"Yeah. Sure. I guess." The bodyguard tried to play it cool. Lois smiled a fraction wider, seeing the bulge in the bodyguard's pants.

"There's a hotel down this way. Rooms by the hour," Maria grabbed her dickgirls and dragged them on.

"Spread your legs more," Mercy hissed, crouching down into a squat. "I don't know if I can get it in from this angle."

"I believe in you," Lois said from underneath Maria. "Do your best."

The reporter was perched on the edge of the queen-sized bed, Maria in her lap, cock in cunt, facing Mercy. The bodyguard crabbed-walked forward and pressed her swollen head against the back of Lois' dick.

"Fuck! I swear this is tighter than before," Mercy grumbled, brows furrowed in concentration as she tried and failed to fit the tip of her cock in next to Lois Lane's. Several minutes of grunting and maneuvering had not brought them any closer to replicating whatever magic conditions had allowed them to double-penetrate the young woman's pussy last time.

"Would it be easier if one of you fucked my ass?" Maria said, after a while.

"Yes!" Lois and Mercy spoke in unison...and as the young woman laughed, the two dickgirls began to pump their fist in a mutual moment of understanding, one two three...

"Paper."

"Scissors!"

Tomorrow morning, a sore and tired Maria would feel the cum oozing out of both of her holes and forget to take her pill.

Tomorrow, the evening edition of the Daily Planet would run an expose on an illegal lab in Metropolis, performing human experimentation with gene therapy and radioactive materials.

Tomorrow night, Mercy Graves would reveal to Lex Luthor her accidental exposure to the Kryptonite...and their professional relationship would change forever.

Tomorrow, Lois Lane would look back and smile. She would remember how together the impromptu threesome jockeyed for position, rubbing lube into eager holes, laughing and joking, kissing and stroking, cumming and cumming. How she had rubbed cocks with Mercy Graves, how Maria had watched with childlike fascination as they made each other cum that way.

It had been a wild night out.