End: Lois Has Woken Up

There was a long sniff behind Maria, and she froze. The arm on her shifted, the hand coming down to cup the nearest soft breast...not to squeeze it, really, but just to hold it in the palm of the hand, the warm bodyheat of both of them focused on that one spot of contact. Between her legs, Maria could feel the now hard and swollen cock scratch at her pussy, like a dog wanting to be let in.

"Hey beautiful," the sleepy voice came from behind Maria. "You smell good."

Maria swallowed, knowing there was no escape for her now.

"I kinda have to pee," the younger woman said as Lois Lane shifted, pressing a warm, wet kiss on the side of the younger woman's neck. The reporter's hips moved, sliding the head of her cock to press right up against the entrance of her lover's pussy.

"We'll make it quick," Lois promised, her kisses moving up to the side of Maria's face.

Almost instinctively, the red-head twisted her neck so that her lips met those of the dickgirl reporter—and the head of the cock slipped into her unresisting cunt.

They moved together, Lois releasing her lover's breast to slid her hand down between the young woman's legs, fingers raking through the little strip of pubic hair to rub her pussy as the slid in and out of the warm, wet hole. Maria gasped a little and moved her own hand down, their fingers sliding over the reporter's, guiding her, showing where to press, to rub, to make Maria feel good.

Sex is not always the process of long hours, with foreplay and aftercare. When a couple are both in the mood, things can happen very quickly indeed. Within moments their slow fuck had sped up into a blistering crescendo, the dickgirl's hard cock pounding into the young woman's tight twat, hands rubbing, lips kissing, licking, eager to taste to touch...

Within four minutes, Maria was crying out, softly and quietly, pussy squirting a little...and only a minute or so later Lois Lane grunted, her first shot of the day spasming into the waiting depths of her lover's cunt. Her incessant, eager pounding slowed down as the reporter squeezed out the last few drops.

"You need a shower," Maria said in the afterglow.

"I think we both do," Lois said, tossing off the sheet that had been laid on top of them. "Race you?"

The young woman grinned, not even caring for a moment about the hot sperm dripping out of her fresh-fucked cunny. She rolled to her feet, and Lois was on her own a moment later, half-hard cock bouncing between her legs.

There were mysteries of last night that would go unsolved, questions that Lois had not found answers to. What had happened to the missing women? Who did Maria work for? How had the Daily Planet's greatest reporter grown a dick? What would the pregnancy test say?

Yet right now, as she raced after the plump retreating backside of her young lover, the only question on Lois Lane's mind was how she was going to fuck Maria next.