End: Thank You!

Lois Lane smiled as the phrase came out. It felt so good to say it. After all, Ivy had helped her so much. The bimbified reporter stepped forward, all eyes on her...arms spread...cock rising to the occasion...and Poison Ivy stepped backward and left them to what would be, she had no doubt, quite a vigorous orgy.

If Lex Luthor was right, the effects of the Kryptonite would wear off eventually. If not... The villain gave a mental shrug. She cared much more for the acres of Amazonian rainforest she could save selling off Luthor's kryptonite than she did what happened to a bunch of bimboes.

Tonya Wong lurched off of the bed. She couldn't even stand under the weight of her tits, but simply dragged them along the floor. Diana Reynolds walked out hesitantly, like a gazelle, the long thin prick erupting out of her mouth with a wet pop. Jenny Dunlap stood up awkwardly, trying to keep fisting herself even as she clambered forward, nose twitching like a hound on the scent...and Mara de la Cruz leered as she hefted her hairy nutsack, the short, thick prick eager for a hole...any hole.

Lois knew them all, even if their names faded in and out of her consciousness. The reporter felt a sense of fulfillment. This is what she had come her for. These were the women she had set out to find!

Now it was time to cum.

The bimbo grabbed ahold of Diana Reynold's long thin prick first. The other dickgirl went down on her knees, and Lois guided it toward her face, so that the two of them could lick at once, the cock caught between their hot lips in an obscene kiss. Behind her, Lois felt the huge, soft mass of Mara de la Cruz' fat cock rubbing against her cunt and asshole. Tonya Wong collapsed beneath the repoter, her head crammed between Lois and Diana so that the young Asian woman could suck the reporter's cock as well as she could in the cramped quarters. Jenny Dunlap groaned as she pulled her gaping cunny open, and tried to stuff the warm, soft mass of Tonya's tit into her titanic twat...

That was the first five minutes.

It would take two days for Superman to investigate Lois Lane's disappearance. Two days in which no hole was barred, no part of them inviolate, eating the food pills dispensed at regular intervals by the automated machines, sleeping only when they collapsed in sexual exhaustion, to wake up to hard cocks and leaking pussies and do it all again.

Lois Lane's night out turned into a three-day debauch that put most Roman emperors to shame...and when the Man of Steel finally opened the door and found the cum-stained reporter, ditzily stroking her cock as she lay in a head of sperm-spattered bimbos, she gave him an idiot grin...and laughed as her prick erupted in a volcanic ooze of white goo, that she absently licked off her fingers.

It was enough to make even the Man of Steel's heart skip a beat...but the violet eyes saw something stir in those red briefs.

"Like...hi!" She said. Her forehead screwed up as she tried to find the words. "I, like, found them!"

"Yes you did, Lois," Superman said with a shudder. "You found them!"

"We've been..." her face went blank for a moment as the word disappeared. "Like, talking?"

"An interview?" Superman said.

"In-ter-view!" Lois said with relief. Then she said confidently. "They like sex!"

"I'm sure they do," there was a bitter disappointment in his voice. Lois Lane smiled and lifted her hips to spread her cum-filled pussy and ass.

"You want to in-ter-view me too?"

Superman had an answer for the bimbo reporter...but that is another story.