A Geyser of Cum

A boiling torrent hit Lois' insides, and for a moment she was speechless. Her pussy felt like it was melting. The hot backwash spurted out around the metal cock buried in her pussy and ran over her thighs, thicker than water.

Lois screamed. Not in pain, but in exultation, as the heavy pressure of the liquid spewing from the cock-faucet massaged her depths. It was like nothing she had known before in her life. Even playing with the shower head had never stimulated her so deeply and well. It was like squatting over a geyer of cum, seed shot out at her womb with a fire hose.

The reporter grabbed her knee with one hand and began to hump the spewing phallic faucet harder as the endless climax pulverized her cunt from within. Her free hand reached between her legs, droplets of hot jizz splattering her palm as her fingers stabbed at her clit. She had barely begun to frig herself when the orgasm started.

Getting herself off had always been one thing that Lois Lane was good at. She rarely climaxed with lovers; penetration itself felt good but was never sufficient to really bring her to a boil. Orgasms, when they came, were singular, momentary things. Twenty, thirty seconds of toe-curling, headboard-banging pelvic thrusting. Lois Lane had never had a true multiple orgasm.

Until now.

Her cunt tried and failed to clamp against the steel cock, slipping over the chrome surface, awash with the high-pressure hot sticky spray from within that poured in and overflowed her pussy every moment. The reporter's thighs were screaming as she felt the burn, pressing herself back on the spewing prick, knees suddenly weak, toes slipping on spent semen. Between her legs, Lois' fingers were a blur as they pressed and vibrated madly in tense, tight circles.

Cunt convulsions consumed her, kegel muscles spasming, abs protesting as her entire body tried to contort itself around the torrent of hot sperm pounding into her. Lights danced behind her eyes, lungs squeezed to the point of collapse as she pounded her ass into the wall of the tub, fully impaled, given over entirely at the moment to the multi-point attack on her erogenous zones.

Except it didn't end. As the first peak began to die Lois could feel it building up inside of her again, and had time for only one ragged breath, cramped hand still pounding madly at her clitoris, before the next electric shockwave of climax caused her to groan and almost double over. The sticky jizzum was pooled in the tub up to her knees and yet the reporter couldn't drag herself away, lost in the frantic mating press, even her nipples painfully stiff and engorged.

It was a perfect storm: the imperishable, inexhaustible, eternally hard steel cock that never softened; the unending torrent of ejaculating pouring into her pussy, her own hand, clutching desperately at her most sensitive sex, and the image in her mind of that scarlet lover, with a woman's body but a man's cock, inhumanely perfect as she bent over to accept the erupting seed into her deepest self. Everything that had led up to this moment seemed to explode inside of Lois, the string of orgasms like Chinese firecrackers inside of her, erupting one after another to the constant stimulation.

Lois lost track of time. She had never known anything like this. Only when her body began to fail her did she finally come down from the strange, ecstatic plateau that she had achieved. Her legs collapsed beneath her and the reporter fell forward into the bath, sliding off the metal cock. Hot cum washed over her back, and the splash of her landing sent a frothing wave of jizz over the side of the tub onto the backroom floor.

Tears ran down her face as Lois lay in the tub, the cum level with the underside of her breasts, as the final spasms of her last orgasm slowly died down.