Jack Lois Off

"I bet that felt good," Maria hissed in Lois' ear. The barmaid's hand was wrapped around Lois' cock, her crystal strap-on buried in the reporter's muff, which was leaking cum down into the toilet bowl below.

"I know I always like the feeling when somebody cums in me...but I don't get to experience it too often. I prefer women." The barmaid's other hand came around, digging two fingers in Lois Lane's overstretched cunt. "And I'm afraid of getting pregnant."

Lois groaned at the thought. It was a dangerous day for her—and she hadn't had sex in so long, she wasn't on any form of birth control. Mentally she cursed herself for not taking some precaution, even a condom—and then Maria pulled at her pussy and Lois yelped.

The hand squeezed and pumped Lois' shaft. The reporter gasped as the soft hand slid up and down her new dick, rubbing over the sensitive head. She could feel something building inside of her.

"Lucky bitch," Maria nibbled gently at Lois' ear. "Getting to feel what it's like as a man and a woman. I bet you would love to shoot your seed into some pussy, eh? But you can't you don't get that."

Mercy, limp cock dangling over her own pussy, smiled at the show. Without a word, she leaned over and placed her mouth over Lois' tit, starting to suck hard. Maria in response started jacking the reporter off faster.

"Yeah, get used to that puta. In nine months you might have your own baby sucking on your tits—and who are you going to call over to fuck you then, eh? Not many men would marry a woman with a dick—or a woman with a baby. Maybe you get lonely and call us over to do this again, eh?"

Lois squealed in pain as Maria pushed her fingers in even deeper. Her pussy was still sore from the double-dicking it had just received, and Lois was almost positive Mercy had ripped something by forcing her cock in so quick and hard—but at the moment she didn't care. All of her attention focused on her dick.

She could feel it building inside of her, a burning pressure that demanded relief. Lois' hips seemed to squirm and shift on their own, fucking herself against Maria's strap-on, but that was almost incidental—she was fucking the air, sliding her dick forward in Maria's hand, **** for relief. The burning line of it began to travel up the length of her prick...and Maria could feel it.

Mercy could sense it too. She released the reporter's nipple and stared at the swollen, purple head.

"Cum for me," she demanded. "Cum..."