Lois Lane Can't Think About Anything Except Cock

In the middle of the mating press, Lois Lane bucked and heaved, sucked and stroked. Her lips slid along the length of spurting shafts. Pounding pricks pressed against her holes, stretching them further and further. It was a night of firsts for the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, and no sooner did one cock give up its cream did another slide into the sloppy slit. Until she was taking them two at a time, her cunt and ass spasming, stretched to their limit. Until she lost herself in the mass of flesh, stroking faster, sucking harder, trying to tighten holes fucked sore. Beyond any concern for disease or pregnancy, Lois Lane fucked and fucked and fucked...

The last limp dick spurted inside of her with a cry like a strangled gorilla. The final fucker had been pushing rope for the last ten minutes, and managed to ejaculate more out of sheer willpower than arousal. Lois Lane lay limp, propped with her ass in the air. Felt the cum drip out of her ass, bubble and ooze out of her mouth with every breath. Weakly, as the last limp dick fell out of her, she raised her voice and mumbled:

"Cock?"

No one answered her cry. Yet someone heard it. Lois twisted her head to the voices.

"I think you broke her." A male voice. Deep, resonant. Lois Lane's pussy twitched at the thought of his cock.

"So it seems. Frankly, I'm impressed she hung on so long." A woman's voice. Similar accent. Something Mediterranean. Oddly familiar.

"What will you do with her now?"

"It would be amusing to put her out on the street like this. I can only imagine the anguish in the Kryptonian's heart to find his true love a cock-obsessed slut."

"Cock," Lois said. She struggled to rise, every muscle aching. Cum was oozing out of every hole, her ass spasming, unable to close fully. "Cock!"

"...or I might just keep her for myself. It is rare to find one with such...spirit."

"I'm sure you know best, sister. Either way, I fear your little game may bring you unwanted attention. So I shall see myself out."

There was a sound, less like the slamming of a door than the snap of air closing in on a vacuum.

Lois Lane had managed to raise herself on the palms of her hands. She crawled toward the voices. Her eyes were still glued shut by dried semen, her bones ached, but she felt so...empty...

"Cock?"

"Yes, Lois," the woman's voice was very close now, right in front of her. "I'll give you all the cock you'll ever need."