The sight that greeted him caused him to jerk to unexpected attention, his large young cock stirring to life at the sight. There she was, bent forward over the desk, her beautiful, spherical buttocks thrust back and spread wide while Perry White, kneeling behind her, lapped at her innocently exposed orifices. Pressing his aquiline nose squarely between the girl's plump buttocks into her tingling asshole, Perry White worked his tongue relentlessly into her sweet, wet vagina, tasting the inner surfaces of the smooth passage and the slightly salty flavour of the fluids whose flow she could not control. She was soaking wet, and the secretions covered his tongue and ran into his throat. Her bottom churned in little circles against his face and he gripped her thighs, pulling her closer.
Lois had nearly lost consciousness of her surroundings. The sensations seemed to whip through her breasts and belly like a lash without mercy. Occasionally, she would focus her eyes on the pictures on the wall of Perry shaking hands with politicians, but mainly her attention was focused on what was happening to her, behind her and between her legs. She knew that Perry was feasting his eyes and tongue on what she considered the ugliest and most private orifices of her body, but he kept grunting his appreciation and murmuring words telling her how sweet and beautiful she was. Apparently he truly liked the view. She herself felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed, felt that her body had lost all its privacy, felt that she was opened up to all the world to see and explore.
Jimmy Olsen could see everything himself. He could see White's lapping tongue and the girl's bubbling, steaming cunt opened and welcoming. He saw White remove a hand from one of Lois's thighs and unbutton the front of his pyjama-top and shrug it off his white, chunky shoulders. Then the hand pushed down the elastic waistband of the bottom part and his massive penis began to rise from the thick and hairy bush. Jimmy had had no idea Perry's cock was so huge. Though not as big as his own tool, it was a good eight inches long and just about as thick. The uncircumcised head was a throbbing purple thing shaped like a mushroom, and the eye was dripping with a long string of its own lubricant. White's hand encircled it and began to pump it slowly, bringing it to a greater hardness while Lois, her eyes half closed with erotic bliss, was oblivious to the giant penis that would soon be presented to her. Her hips jerked spasmodically, pushing the sweaty cleft of her ass back against White's worshipping face and she gave a breathy little whimper of amazed joy with each lick he gave her.
Perry was squeezing his cock hard so that it was red with urgency and the head was so purple it seemed it would explode. He saw Perry rise from his knees and, his face wet with Lois's juicy offerings, wipe the secretions from his mouth and cheeks. With soft eyes, Lois looked back over her shoulder at the fifty-year-old man who was moving up against her from behind. He eased her slowly forward, and shrugged out of his white shirt, leaving the both of them equally naked, and ran his hands over her bare back to her shoulders and down again to her ass cheeks, stroking over and between them and down to her puffy labia which he tenderly parted with his thumbs.
Lois was frozen with desire, fear, and questioning. Here she was, burning with half-fulfilled sensuality, here in here boss's office, as naked as on the day of her birth and knowing not why, with her equally naked boss behind her as she was bent forward in a revealing position. How had she allowed herself to be put in this position, this situation? I'm a good girl, I have been all my life, and now here I am, stripped of my clothes, my dignity, and my resistance. She had let herself be cajoled and seduced to follow Perry White into this self-indulgent scene. It was her own fault, she knew, and it was all wrong, but her body wanted more. He had left her just shy of her climax for the second time, and now he was stopping, just looking down on her bare, uplifted, wide-open derriere. What was he doing? What was he going to do?
She felt his fingers carefully parting the sacred lips of her vagina, felt something stretching her, a soft, broad, round something. What was he doing, and what was that that was stretching her open where before it had only been two fingertips? She stopped herself from asking him why he had left off from what he was doing and deprived her of the pleasure he had been offering her. She gave her hips a wanton shake, and peeked over the back-thrust hump of her bottom.
"Oh, wait!" Lois cried as she felt her tiny, unused cuntal opening stretching. "I can't do that," she said, trying to squirm away.
Perry smiled and held her firmly in place. He had the tip just centered over the tiny, teardrop-shaped hole, her labia spread on either side of the angry-looking corona. "But you can, Lois. You can and you will. You do really want to be a successful reporter, don't you?"
Lois, trembling from her broad shoulders to her smooth, naked thighs, looked into his eyes and a tear slid down one cheek.
"Don't you?"
Lois saw him, her all-powerful boss, poised and waiting for an answer. "Yes," she said in a tiny voice, with a slight nod, trying to think lovingly of Superman. Yes, yes, the answer you always gave to the boss.
Perry increased the pressure and Lois whimpered with discomfort at the painful prod he was giving her tender vagina. The penis wanted to be inside her, and her vagina seemed to want it there, but there was something in the way, something which she knew had to be breached. It seemed unyielding, tough, that hymen, and she trembled with each hurtful push Perry gave toward he hot insides..
Perry looked down and found his cockhead but half sheathed, her asshole spasmodically winking up at him as she countered each of his questing thrusts. Her face wore an urgent, pained expression as she waited for him to sunder her stubborn membrane. She gave a tiny, gentle grunt with each prod and he knew that her mind had given up in its resistance to her body's demands. Whether or not he was Superman was unimportant; at the present, her pussy hungered for a male presence and it was his cock that was available.
Jimmy Olsen stared in fascination at the lewd tableau being staged in the well-lit room just a few feet away. The girl's body, arms and legs, shook with the strain and the need. Her face was frozen into a mask of discomfort as her boss's giant cockhead hammered at the door of her virginity. Jimmy knew he should come to the girl's rescue, crash into the room and throw White from the window, save the girl from her own passions before she was fucked by the older man, seduced and corrupted.
Yes, leap into the office, throw Lois over his shoulder and run away with her to safety. All those things.
And then suddenly Perry gave an audible sigh and his eyes crossed with pleasure. Lois's eyes turned upward in her head and her pained expression gave way to one of relief and contentment and she gave a loud, surprised sigh as well, in a higher voice, as her hymen tore, alleviating the pressure and leaving the way clear for White's penis, which slipped forward, between the tight, silken walls of her baby vagina, half its length, and the flaring, swollen cockhead was pushed up inside her further than anything had ever gone before.
It's too late! Jimmy thought as he saw Perry's vein-gnurled shaft disappear from sight, inside Lois's pink-lipped cunt. Too late to save her from her confused passions and the defilement of White's great cock. Jimmy eased his cock free of his pants and began to stroke it, transferring himself and the feelings in his prick to a dream position behind the lovely, no-longer-virginal Lois's upturned asscheeks. Fuck her, Jimmy chanted to himself. Fuck the pink-pussied little bitch.
White grit his teeth and held his throbbing penis still, fighting against instantly coming in the delicate and incredibly tight vagina contracting rhythmically in fear and desire around his half-buried shaft. This was heaven, he thought, enjoying the view of the brunette submissively crouched before him, seeing her rosy-cheeked profile with that expression of relief and arousal, her smoky eyes, half-closed looking up at him with expectation, of exactly what she had no idea.