End: Lois Doesn't Want Them Ever To Be Done

Teenagers dream of hours of sex. Night-long fuck-sessions, gallons of jizz, pleasures unending. Lois Lane was a grown woman. She knew that wasn't what real life was like. Sex could usually be counted in minutes, cum in teaspoons. Even then, her lover for the evening managed to surprise her...to stretch it out. Oral sex. fingers rubbing her pussy. Erotic massage. More fucking. Until finally both of them were fucked raw, Angelica's big beautiful balls utterly spent, Lois lane's pussy leaking jizz.

They took a shower together. Nothing sexual there, they were past it, and Lois was tired. She liked having someone to scrub her back, to press the loofah between her legs. Forgot how much fun it was to wash someone's cock, the flaccid dick slippery with soap, too fucked-out to get hard again. Washed each other's breasts...and Angelica had leaned in then and stolen a kiss, and Lois had found herself returning it.

The idol was staring at them as they came out, dry and naked. Lois had shared her deodorant, so they smelled almost the same. The bed reeked of sex. Tired as they both were, Angelica helped Lois pull off the old sheets and covers, changing it out for clean ones. They didn't say much. Both of them were aware of the time, the little time they had left.

By mutual unspoken consent, they lay down on the bed together. Blaze's arm underneath Lois Lane's head, hand curled around her shoulder.

"I don't want this to be the last time I see you," Lois said.

"You have my number." Angelica said, ultimately noncommital.

"What if I want more than that?" The reporter said, one finger circling her lover-of-the-evening's nipple.

"I don't know how much more I can give you," Blaze replied, and there was something about the tone of her voice that told Lois she was speaking honestly. "We have tonight, but we are from two different worlds. I would be a pretty poor fit in yours, and mine..."

Lois reached down and grabbed the cock between the escort's legs. Soft and thick, like a great worm. The reporter began to stroke it, softly, firmly.

"You can give me one more thing," Lois said thickly. She reached down between her legs and yes, there was still a bit of wetness there, sore and puffy as her pussy was. Enough for one more time.

"Are you sure you want this?" Blaze asked, and there was that tone again, the unexpected honesty that still felt like it was concealing something, or at least leaving it unsaid.

"I do," Lois told her as the cock rose, half-erect. Hard enough. "I thought it was just the idol, but I think...I think it's something I wanted for a long time, but never admitted it to myself. I've been waiting a long time for Mr. Right...and maybe that was never going to happen."

Tired, the reporter slid over to straddle the cock. Hissed as the hardening erection slipped into a pussy already raw from too much sex. It hurt...but Lois knew she could take it. That she wanted to take it.

"Am I...just in the right place, at the right time?" Angelica asked, sliding her hands up onto the reporter's hips, dragging her slowly down under the reporter's buttocks touched her balls.

"Maybe we both are," Lois said, feeling the heat start to rise in her again. She would miss this sensation of being filled. "Maybe this is what we both needed."

And for the first time that night, moving gently against one another, bodies aching and nearly spent, dawn threatening to break the spell, they made love. Not the hard and fast fucking, not the **** slapping of flesh on flesh, except a little near the end, when Blaze's fingers dug into Lois Lane's thighs, and the pussy clamped tight around the hard cock, and the last salty spray was shot up into the very depths of the welcoming cunt as though Blaze had put all her heart and soul in those few tiny drops.

All things must end; the night must give way to day. they lay in each other's arms like two pieces of different puzzles that had found, for a moment, that they matched. Lois felt the idol, staring on, kept its own counsel. As the dawn came, Lois knew that their night was over. But who knew what tomorrow might bring?