End: Lois Can Use Her Cock For Great Justice

Poison Ivy was talking and talking. She had her back to Lois. The reporter was paralyzed...everything except her cock.

Her Kryptonian cock.

The reporter took a deep breath. Focused her eyes on the target. Her cock leaned forward, like a dog that has caught the scent of its prey. There was only one problem...Ivy was at least ten feet away.

Lois Lane's brow would have furrowed, if she could furrow it.

I believe I can fly.

How to express that moment when your body slips the surly bonds of Earth? When your cock, mastering gravity with the same instinct that a bird has, moves forward toward its target? When it drags the rest of your paralyzed body behind it as it plunges toward the hot cunt like a meat missile, and too late you realize that you have no idea how to control it and no way to stop?

Cloth tore; Poison Ivy's uniform ripped as though a steel beam slid into her cunny, and the momentum sent both Lois and Ivy careening forward until they smashed into the nearest wall. Ivy gasped as she felt Lois Lane's cock buried balls deep inside of her.

"Get off of me you idiot! You imbecile! You nincompoop! I'm the smartest woman alive! I'm..."

SLAM!

Although Lois had not perfected her Kryptonian flight skills, she managed to reverse about six inches...just enough so that Ivy could relax...and then slammed forward again in a bruising body blow. Ivy's head bobbed against the wall.

"Don'...don' you dare..."

SLAM!

Lois Lane's tits ached as her whole body crashed into Ivy's...but she had the plant-villain on the ropes, and her plan boiled down to just one thing: fuck the brains right out of that beautiful bitch.

"You...won't...get awa-"

SLAM!

Ivy's pussy queefed as all the air was **** out of it, the rip of Lois Lane's Kryptonian cock punching into the back of her womb.

"P-please. We can...work..."

SLAM!

"Apples."

SLAM

SLAM

SLAM

"...zrgh..."

SLAM

SLAM

SLAM

SLAM

SLAM

SLAM

Lois Lane felt like a machine. Everything except for her cock ached from the repeated body-blows, and Ivy was being pounded flat into the wall, literally fucked into oblivion. The reporter had no doubt the villain would actually have fallen down, except that the Kryptonian erection could easily lift her weight...and Lois Lane had to admit, she found it kind of sexy how Ivy feebly wiggled on her dick.

The full paralysis of the toxin took six hours to wear off. By that time, Lois had let Ivy slide onto the floor, humping the pale green ass as she pumped another load of cum into her womb. She had heard once that Ivy couldn't have kids; for her sake, the reporter hoped that was true. Over in the corner, Lex Luthor shook himself awake...and while Lois was distracted with one last extra-hard ejaculation, the recovering dumbass escaped.

The reporter sighed as she rested in a puddle of her own nut. Ivy lay breathing but unresponsive on the floor, eyes wide and drooling. Lois hoped she hadn't given her a concussion...and then she looked around at the cum-stained, partially broken experiment chamber and shook her head.

"It's going to be hard explaining this one to Superman," she said to herself, already feeling a bit ditzy from all the ejaculations...not sure how many IQ points she shaved off each time she came. The reporter hoped that eventually Lex Luthor's changes wore off. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life with a dick...or losing brain cells after time she came.

Although, she thought, licking her lips. Maybe if I suck more cock, I'll get smarter again...

An intriguing possibility...and one that Lois would explore later. For now, her night out was at an end.