Chapter 10 by Zeebop

What Does Jimmy Do?

Jimmy Does What Lois Lane Tells Him To Do

His cock was hard. The elastic band bit into the swollen flesh, so the prick was redder than normal, the head and balls nearly purple. In front of him, Lois Lane was bent forward, spreading the lips of her pussy with her fingers to show him the wet pink insides. She was ordering him to fuck her hard, like the bitch she was, but the pounding of Jimmy's pulse in his ears nearly drowned her out.

Dare I? He wondered. Miss Lane had seemed drunk...and now she just seemed consumed with lust, acting entirely unlike herself. If she was **** or something, it wouldn't be right for him to just stick his dick inside of her...no matter how many times he had yanked his prick thinking about that exact same thing...

"What are you, a faggot?" Lois Lane was shaking in **** need. A long clear drop oozed down from her pussy. "I told you to fuck me hard! I need to feel it! I'll...I'll even let you shoot your watery spunk into my pussy! Just fucking fuck me you sissy little metrosexual pr—"

Even Jimmy Olsen had his limits.

He plunged forward, his cock plugging into the reporter's socket with surprisingly difficult...and the tight, hot insides gripped him. He hissed as her muscles suddenly convulsed, as if trying to squeeze his prick off.

Then he looked down and saw why.

"Oops. Oh gee, Miss Lane, I didn't mean to stick it in your butt, I'll just..."

"No!" Lois roared. She threw herself backwards, sending Jimmy crashing into the toilet. "I don't care! I need to get fucked. You've picked a hole...so just...just fucking fuck me!"

She sounded angry, in pain, and desperately, unbearably, unnaturally horny. Her hands reached back and grabbed his wrists, planting his hands on her hips...and then she began to move, slamming her ass back against his crotch before pulling forward, grunting with pain each time, but not stopping.