Prologue.... Six Months Later
In the back of her dim witted mind, she knew that something was not quite right.
In the back of her throat, she knew that Steve Lombard's long hard cock felt so very very good.. If her mouth had been empty... if his balls had not been slapping her chin, Gemmy would have squealed in delight.
"Oh Stevie... feed me your dick! Cream down my throat!" she cooed.
When she was sitting at her secretary desk outside of Perry White's office, Gemmy could actually manage to answer the phone, sharpen pencils and file her nails, although not at the same time. When she was tottering about the office on her four inch spiked heels, her mammoth breasts threatening to topple her over onto her face, she could still manage to put the files away in the cabinets alphabetically... well, almost.
But when she was in the supply room, on her knees with her tongue running up and down a thick juicy cock, her brain cells stopped working completely... she could only focus on one thing... drinking down all the man cum that she could coax out of the thick balls swaying in front of her.
"Jeezus Gemmy... what you can do with your fucking tongue should be illegal!" Gemmy scraped her teeth along his glans, making Steve groan with pleasure, then she resumed bobbing her head up and down on his shaft.
Five minutes ago, Steve Lombard, the sportscaster had gotten off the elevator, coming down from the WGBS TV studios that occupied the upper floors of the Daily Planet building. When Gemmy had spotted him crooking a finger at her, she had stubbed out her cigarette, popped her gum back in her mouth, and freshened her lipstick. She knew that Steve loved to see bright red lips sliding up and down his dick, and she was more than pleased to oblige.
Perry's full time secretary, Agnes Frump had looked at Gemmy in disgust as she hurried away. How Lois Lane had talked Mr. White into giving that gal a job, she could not understand, even if the tart WAS the sister of the Olsen boy.
Gemmy had hurried to the supply closet where she always met Steve just after lunch time - where she always met the many men and boys in the building whom she sucked off. A distant part of her brain remembered that this was the closet Clark Kent had so often rushed off to for supplies. But he had not been around for many months now. Gemmy was disappointed. She dimly remembered that... before Gemmy was Gemmy... whatever that meant... she had always thought that Clark was rather hunky... he had always made her loins go woozy, even when it was not... proper... for her to have such thoughts.
When she reached the supply closet, Steve had hungrily kissed her, his tongue invading deeply into her mouth. Gemmy had coughed and pushed him away. She pulled the chewing gum from her mouth and stuck the wad underneath a shelf in the corner where she could retrieve it later. Her boyfriend, Little Danny McGraw told her he wanted her to chew the gum all the time. He said it helped her to look like an airhead bimbo, and that was the kind of gal he liked for a girlfriend. And who was she to argue with the biggest crook on the east side of Metropolis. So she chewed the gum which he constantly supplied to her. And you know, it worked. She never worried about anything. She never THOUGHT about anything.
As usual, Steve had practically ripped open Gemmy's blouse and torn off her bra so that her mammoth tits were free for him to maul with his hands and his lips. The tits were also gifts from Danny. He had paid for larger tits, several times; and the rings that hung from the studs pierced through the nipples.
Gemmy kissed Steve back greedily. Steve was a good kisser and always got her aroused. She always had to be careful with him; always had to keep his hands away from her panties, from her not-so-little secret.
But Steve rarely ventured there.... he was a tit man and as always, he pushed Gemmy to her knees so that he could slide his pre cum slicked cock through the cleavage of her breasts. Steve mashed her tits together and fucked his cock between them for a minute, before pulling her head back with a firm grasp in her flaming hair, and forcing his glans between her glistening lips.