These Two Are All Lois Can Handle!

The clean, masculine scent of her male partner filled the young reporter's senses. She felt his strong hands comb through her hair...and then grip her skull. The head of his cock pushed to the back of her mouth, and for a moment Lois gagged...and he froze, letting her get used to the presence, the taste, the heat of his prick. Then slowly, inexorably, with impossible strength he pushed forward...and Lois felt her throat slowly pushed open, until his hairless balls pressed against her chin...and she realized that she had completely lost control.

Down below, Lois Lane's female lover was squeezing the teenaged reporter's buttocks. Her tongue slid relentlessly over and in and out of the pussy, exploring each nook and cranny with almost scientific precision. The reporter felt herself tremble, her younger body so much more sensitive...

The tongue pressed against the reporter's hymen and stopped. Lois felt her heart thump hard as she realized that her lover down below could feel the little skein of flesh...knew that Lois was a virgin...and the tongue moved away, choosing to leave her like that.

For now.

It was with those lips locked around the reporter's clit, sucking gently, the cock burning in her throat when Lois experienced her first climax. It came upon her faster than she imagined, just an electric wave moving up from her pussy, every muscle clamping tight, spine stiffening, toes curling...and Lois closed her eyes and locked her jaw, so that she wouldn't bite down on the glorious cock inside of her mouth.

Gently, but insistently, he pulled his sloppy, saliva-covered shaft from the reporter's lips. Lois gasped for air, her whole body flushed...and she was putty in their hands as the young man and woman, with easy strength, turned her over to sit in the woman's lap. Their legs were spread, pussies stacked as the young man knelt down, his stiff prick throbbing gently...and the young woman reached down and spread the reporter's labia...revealing the pink hymen still intact.

The woman's mask was still above her mouth. She laid her chin on the reporter's shoulder, and whispered in a familiar voice...the first words she had spoken...

"Fuck her good."