Jimmy Olsen, of course, was just as envious of Superman as was the Chief. He had long been simply crazy about Lois, and he had been waiting for his chance for a couple of years. He also knew that Lois had never slept with any man, at least no in her apartment, because he had planted a secret video camera in her bedroom over a year ago, once while she was away for a weekend on assignment. On the tapes he collected once every three days, he had watched her undress, revealing her pure, white body with the flawless, creamy skin, the high, full, pink-nippled breasts, the smooth flat belly, and, below that, the plump, raven-haired mound of her vagina-which, salivating, he had watched in the most revealing display when, several times, she had lain back on her bed, spread and lifted her knees, and masturbated herself to a gushing orgasm. Jimmy distinctly felt that she was not attracted to black men, as she had never paid him any but the most platonic attention.
After Lois' heartthrob had departed, flying showily out the fifteenth-storey window and vanishing into the stratosphere, Perry called Lois and Jimmy aside. "Jimmy, I want you to cover yesterday's fire over at the Landsdowne Private School. Lois, I want you to cover the mayor's press conference at three, and then come back and report to me."
"Right, Chief," Lois said, finding new strength in her work, which distracted her frustrated, amorous thoughts from Superman.
"Right, Chief," Jimmy said.
"Yes, and don't call me Chief," Perry said for the thousandth time, adding in a low voice to Lois, "And you must call me Perry."
Lois smiled shyly and backed away.
Lois found the press conference a bore, but she did her usual competent, precise job. The subject was that the crime wave seemed to be rising again, that the school fire appeared to be arson, that women were being raped, and that the mayor's wife's pomeranian had been kidnapped and a ransome demanded on a note signed only L L. Lois giggled to think that those were her initials, but that she didn't like dogs that much.
It was with some trepidation that she took the printout of her completed story into Perry's office so that he could see it, but she found that he was already looking at it on his computer monitor. He looked up and smiled.
"Sit down, Lois," he said, gesturing to the chair. Perry got up and went the the wall cabinet, which he opened, revealing a well-stocked bar. While Lois watched, he poured two drinks and brought one over to her. "I'll bet you're ready for one of these, Lois, after sitting through that boring press conference."
Lois took the drink shyly, but was far from shy with the gulp she took. Perry was making her uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her. Was he going to try to continue with the moves he was making earlier? Because if he was she was going to have to set him straight. She belonged to Superman first, and to Clark second, should her designs on Superman's time and body become unfeasible. Perry was pacing up and down slowly, looking at her in the lecherous way of his. Lois, very thirsty after her day of hard boredom, drained the glass. Perry saw her do it and, smiling broadly, gave her a refill.
"You really must take it easier, Lois," Perry said, pulling up and chair beside hers. "You're all uptight."
Lois was feeling strange. She had had screwdrivers before, but this one seemed especially stRong. She would have been dismayed to know that Perry had given her more than just orange juice and vodka.
Perry had been around, and when he he fixed his horns for Lois, the beautiful, virginal Lois, he had contacted an old man in China Town, who had provided him with this ancient, calmative aphrodisiac. He had promised that, for the rather exorbitant price the editor had paid, Lois would be fairly frothing at the pussy within fifteen minutes.
Lois felt her head spinning and rubbed her temples. Something was wRong. She could feel her nipples begin to tingle and the insides of her thighs began to burn. What was it that a press conference and a little screwdriver was doing to her?
"Are you all right, Lois?" Perry asked. "You don't seem well."
"Chief," she said, "I think I've overdone today. Do you think I could go home?"
Perry smiled, and Lois caught a glimpse of his lecherous eyes. Standing up behind her, he put his hands to the the back of her neck, rubbing gently. Lois sighed, all the tension seeming to leave her body as lightning bolts of strange sensations shot through her breasts and loins. As he kneaded the muscles along the top of her shoulders, she felt strange, alien feelings sweep through her body.
Perry said, "You can go home in a little while. I promise you'll be feeling much better than you ever have before."
Lois allowed her head to drop back. Her head felt so strange and the Chief's fingers seemed to be attached to electrodes where he touched her.
"You're such a capable young woman," Perry said. "I just know you're destined to rise to the top of the journalistic hill. The one thing you need to remember is to do the right thing politically."
"Oh?" Lois said. Her own voice seemed far away and Perry's fingertips had moved down in front of her so that they rested just above the swellings of her breasts.
"That means pleasing the right people," he said. "Doing favors and then having them repaid in other ways. Know what I mean?"
Lois, naive to the ways of men and women, tried to order her thoughts. What did he mean by that exactly? She was trying to think when his hands came down, under the neckline of her dress so that his had covered the ample cups of her bra. He squeezed her luscious, round tits and her words caught in her throat. She moaned and her buttocks shifted in the chair, sliding down and allowing her legs to splay out slightly before her. Her shoulders trembled as Perry slid his hands carefully under her bra to palm the smooth flesh of her tits directly, feeling her large nipples harden immediately under his caress.
"Aaaahh," she breathed, but was unable to move or do anything. This was completely out of order, but she was feeling so strange, as if she had no will to resist. And down there, before her legs, she felt her untouched vagina beginning to moisten. She shifted her bottom again on the seat, felt a heat burning up the slit of her pussy into the cleft of her ass, causing her tight, little anus to itch and tingle. In fact, the whole area was beginning to itch and tingle. Lois groaned and felt her breasts seem to swell against Perry White's palms, the nipples hardening painfully.
Perry looked down into the warm cleft of her bosom. One hand lowered the zipper at her back and the other eased the dress down over her big tits in front. He found the clasp in back and pushed the bra away, revealing the large, round, creamy mounds and the tight, pink nipples and aureolae. He adjusted her clothing downward over her shoulder and tits until Lois sat there naked to the waist. The Chief's mouth descended from behind, his lips and tongue playing over the sensitive areas beneath her ears and tops of her shoulders. Between expert kisses, Perry spoke in a low, smooth, seductive voice.
"My dear Lois, you've always been so practical, so effective. You always know what to do to get the job done. With my, my darling, you'll be the hottest reporter in town."
Yes, she thought. I will be. I'll work hard and become successful. I'll have my own by-line and when I'm tired, the Chief with massage my shoulders like this. "Aaaah," she breathed again as his hands moved down her belly to beneath he breasts and his mouth came over and closed on her left nipple.
"Oh, Chief!" she groaned. "I don't think we should be doing this."
Perry's lips came away from her nipple with a smacking sound. "Call me Perry, my dear, and never forget that we must do what's necessary. This is how we get to where we want to go."
Lois, discreetly, stifled her own protests, then gave a surpised cry as his hand found the lush, silky bush of her cuntal mound. This was totally out of order, something she had never done in the privacy of a bedroom with a man she loved, much less with the boss here in his office. Someone could walk in at any moment and her reputation would be destroyed at the Daily Planet forever. But Perry forged ahead and in spite of Lois' thighs being tightly squeezed together, he middle figure dipped into the wet crease and slid inexorably in between the plump, heated lips of her pussy. With unerring acuracy his fingertip found the sensitive button of her clitoris and moved sensuously across it, drawing a moan of inescapable desire from her parted, full lips. She wanted to resist, had to, but it seemed she lacked the strength. She had no idea that Perry had already rendered her more compliant through chemicals in her drink, and as he manipulated her tiny love-bud, the feeling overpowered her and suddenly, of their own volition, Lois thighs snapped open.
"That's it, Lois darling," Perry crooned. "That's my sweet girl." He moved his fingertip in a tiny circle, sending lightening bolts of pleasure darting through her loins, while his other hand stroked her breasts and his mouth latched onto the sensitive flesh below her ear. "You're ready, I can tell. Ready to make love and get your career on the road to success."
Lois head lolled back on her shoulder behind her. "No, noooo," she moaned, feeling his finger slide into her hot and flowing vagina. This was it, what she had always been taught to avoid, but what she had felt she could do only with Superman, if the time was right. But here she was, sapped of her strength to resist. She felt rather than saw Perry come around in front of her, kneeling before her so he could pull her panties, hose, and dress off over her quivering hips, bearing her exquisitely beautiful flesh, so perfect, so womanly, so virginal. Carefully parting her knees with his hands, he moved his face closer to her fragrant cunt, slowly sliding his hands along her inner thighs until they found the tender lips of her pussy. With his thumbs, he pried the labia apart, moved his face closer.
Perry White massaged the young virgin's breast and knew he was getting Lois Lane terribly excited. Hell, everything was getting her excited: the squeezing; of his hand, the potent and aphrodisiac qualities of the substances he had put in her screwdriver. He could tell his rookie reporter was responding just as he had known she would.
The editor innately knew that her pussy would soon be begging to be fucked at last. His large cock swelled in the confines of his pants and the tension was grinding in his loins, and his balls ached with maddening intensity. Yeah, he could barely contain his impetuousness-this sweet, tight little virgin was going to be a delicious fuck, just like he'd dreamed.
A warning sounded in Lois' drugged mind, but it was too far away, too dimmed by the tranquilizer and rarified surroundings to be effective; she tried to move Perry's fingers from her breasts but only succeeded in bringing her hand to rest on his-and then let it fall back to her side. She closed her glassy eyes and pled, "Don't, Perry," she groaned. "Let me sit up. I don't want you to touch me like this."
White only tightened his fingers, and with his other hand fumbled with her cuntal lips. Lois labored for breath and squirmed harder, only pushing the now wet and swollen lips of her vagina down against the seat and making herself more aroused than ever. And then his finger ventured inside her slippery vagina and, shame of shames, his mouth covered her pussy and his tongue thrust at the portals of pleasure. Perry gave his tongue a twist inside her cunt and pushed her labia wide apart with his thumbs and began to work in earnest on Lois' sweet, young pussy. She growled low in her throat, unable to suppress her feelings as he licked her clitoris like a tasty little ball of cherry candy. Again and again he laved that tingling little bud of sensitive flesh until her hips began twitching and twisting with arousal. Lois consciousness soared up and away from her body, visions of Superman flying through her mind. She burned with shame at the thought that she was betraying him, her perfect Man. White hooked his hands under her knees and lifted them high and wide and plunged his tongue into the crevass of her bottom, finding the pink-haloed anus, stabbing pleasurably at that tiny dimple.
"Oh, Perry! Oh, Perry!" Lois groaned as he plundered her dual orifices with his expert tongue. "This is so wrong. Ooooooh!" He body was shaking with passion and the juice from her glands gushed out of her pussy, bathing the editor's face and chin. Oh, oh, oh, where was Superman when she needed him? Her knees spread wide of their own volition, jacking up and down the with spasms of feeling that thundered through her. She knew that, if Perry did not stop what he was doing, she would soon orgasm, right before the Chief's eyes. Oh, oh, oh!
And then the sight of Superman, his handsome face, was there in fRont of her, and for just a moment, she had the strength to tear herself away. She swung her thigh over his head and twisted out of the chair, jumping to her feet. She made to run for the door, her big, naked breasts bouncing free, but her dress, bunched around her waist, slipped down around her ankles, leaving her totally naked and, unfortunately, tripped her up. She stumbled forward and caught herself on the edge of the desk. Lois cried out and in an instant, Perry was there on her back, his arms around her, cupping her tits, his loins pressing against her plump, bare asscheeks. Pushing her forward, he nudged her legs apart and his fingers found her slippery, wet cunt.
"Lois, Lois," Perry breathed, tweaking her clitoris with one hand while loosening his pants with the other. He kept her there, the front of her thighs pressed against the desk so that she could go nowhere. She found herself greatly weakened with desire, her hot, wet pussy yearning instinctively for a male's penis even while her mind screamed that she should end this thing she was doing and allowing to be done to her.
Perry White, the editor, looked down at the luscious sweep of Lois' strong back, the shapely shoulders, the plump, loaf-like cheeks of her ass. He brought his hand up between those smooth pillows and found the deep warmth of the cleft. His fingers brushed across her sensitive, clenched anus on the way to the wet split of her labia, the wet hole trailing strings of the thick juice of her excitement. Once again, he found her clitoris and, while she moaned in ecstasy, went to work on it.