Lois Fucks

The reporter took a step back. Her hands came up in fists. She was outnumbered, and yet the women came forward. Lois Lane could feel her heart thunder in her breast as they shed clothes and armor with every step. To show more delicious skin. The reporter felt her cock twitch...and then slowly rise.

She took another step back. They were all naked now. Hips rolled as they stalked like jungle cats, spread out to surround her. The nude reporter kept on the moved, backed away, her head swiveled...but her eyes kept being drawn to between their legs. They were shaven clean, yet each one was different. From a demure little plump slit to protruding dark labia.

Her cock throbbed. Strange instincts warred inside her. Lois felt her balls squeeze and lift. A single drop glistened at the end of her erect prick. She could see her opponents tense...each of them inched within striking distance...

...and then a darkness crept into the white of the reporter's eyes. Before the eyes of the four Fideles, these new-Amazons, Lois Lane seemed to swell, black veins popped out on her temples, neck, arms...and more aggressively on her cock, which grew a lurid purple, the skin strained as though ready to explode. The dickgirl reporter's mouth twisted into a grin and her stance relaxed, to portray easy confidence.

"On your knees, cunts," the voice that came from the reporter's throat was deeper than before, with the iron of command. "It's breeding time!"

The women's eyes widened...and then they collapsed onto their hands and knees. Heads bowed. Asses in the air.

With the easy confidence of a bull among his cows, the dickgirl moved behind the nearest one. She rubbed the swollen head of her prick up and down the wet snatch. Felt the heat of that pussy. Some inner instinct extended beyond the reporter's body. As if Lois could see with X-ray vision into the body of the woman who knelt before her. Could taste the pH levels. See the ovaries quiver. With but a thought, a small egg burst from one of them and began its journey down the falloppian tube.

All it needed was sperm. The reporter's balls swelled and churned as they made sure Lois would have plenty in supply...for these four Fideles, and any other fertile cunt that approached while Lois Lane was lost in her breeder state.

On the floor, not far away, Harmonia rolled over onto her side. The goddess' right hand found her spunk-filled slit and rubbed her aching clit..and then stuffed two fingers into her box, as if to push the reporter's jizz deeper into her canal. The face of the goddess twitched as she watched Lois pushed her god-given prick into the first of the new Amazons...and her own hand worked in the same rhythm as Lois Lane's piston-like thrusts.

A godly aura radiated from Lois Lane...and Harmonia knew that now that she had tasted Lois Lane's gifts, that being bred by her just once would never be enough.