Blaze Is Only Beginning

Lois suddenly felt wet—then very wet. Her cunt was juicing like crazy as Blaze pounded her cock in and out of the reporter's twat with a steady rhythm that reminded Lois of nothing more than one of those oil-drills on the endless Texas plains, rising and falling, rising and falling, almost hypnotic in their eternal pumping action...

It was then, staring at Blaze's face, recognizing the flush across her cheeks, that Lois realized that her lover was cumming—was cumming inside of her and still moving, still thrusting, pumping jizz into Lois' unprotected cunt even as she continuing to pound away, meaty scrotum smacking against Lois' ass with every deep shove as she sheathed her schlong in Lois' burning quim.

The realization set Lois off. She squirmed beneath her lover, shifted her hips to meet her thrusts, to draw Blaze further in. Somewhere deep within, feeling her pussy convulse around the moving prick, Lois wondered when Angelica was going to stop, to get off, her cock spent...but she didn't.

Amazed at this display of stamina, feeling the unseeing attention of the servitors upon her, Lois tried to up her own game, squeezing tighter with her cunt muscles, milking that cock even as she could feel the excess begin to spill out of her overflowing pussy, her lover moving with tireless mechanical motion as their hips met with endless wet smacks.

"Do you like that?" Lois asked, reaching up to grab her lover's nipples, squeezing them between her fingers.

"Hmm, yesss..." Angelica purred. "Your hole is great."

"Your cock is incredible," Lois admitted, rubbing the nubs between her fingertips, exploring her lover's tits. In truth, the burning in her pussy had passed the point of passion and begun to feel like the pleasant burn of aerobic exercise, her cunt muscles and all the surrounding groups in her abs and thighs getting a real work out. "I can't believe you're still coming."

"All night, sweetmeat." Angelica huffed. "There's about six hours left until dawn."

Lois blinked, suddenly dumbstruck as the realization of what Blaze was saying sunk in. She had heard about men on viagra maintaining erections for hours, even after they ejaculated...or of couples on heroin that just fucked like rabbits for hours and hours, joined at the hips until their cocks and cunts were raw and sore...but if Blaze was seriously suggesting that she was going to keep fucking and cumming inside of Lois until dawn...

Stars exploded in the back of Lois' head as her cunt clamped down convulsively on her lover's cock. Blaze continued to pound away, steady as the oil well, and Lois could only imagine her cervix dipping down to draw more and more cum into her womb, all that sperm searching for an egg.

It made Lois shudder to think of that—to think she could be getting impregnated right now, while these things that had once been women were watching her—and she wondered at the wisdom of her plan, now that she was down here, on her back, pussy being pounded into jelly, endless teaspoons of semen being shot into her...and wondering what she could possibly do now, except continue to get fucked until Blaze collapsed.

So...do I wait it out? Lois mused, sliding her hands along Blaze's sweaty ribs, feeling the bones and muscle there, the reporter's thumbs still pressing on the hard points of her lover's nipples. Or do I actually do something?