End: Until Lois Lane Passes Out

Lois Lane had never passed out from sex. Had seldom passed out at all. Yet as Blaze's piledriver carried on—mercilessly pummeling her cervix until the pain grew and grew—Lois struggled to hang on. She wanted it. In a way she couldn't express, she needed it. To be fucked without let up, to be just jackhammered into oblivion. A part of her hoped that she could last until she felt the hot splash of the seed deep inside her battered cunt, that she could feel her body spasm and quake and cum on that ridiculous prick as it fucked her to her limits and beyond...

Then, lights out.

That was the thing about unconsciousness; there was no sense of time passing. It wasn't like going to sleep, tossing and turning, waking up gently. It was a switch flipped in the brain, sudden trauma and consciousness ends, and you're not even aware of it. A bit like dying.

So when Lois Lane opened her eyes again...and the room was dark, and her cunt ached and throbbed, fucked utterly raw...she wasn't sure how much time had passed. She just knew that one moment she had been getting a cock driven into her like a steel spike, and the next moment she was...not.

Except she still felt full. There was a hard dick inside of her, not moving. Her pussy felt wet and sticky. On her side, strong arms curled around her, the sound of someone else's slow, regular breathing. Lois froze, stock-still, eyes wide in the dark...just listening...feeling...thinking...

Her hand came up to run a thumb across Angelica's arm. Of course it was her—who else would it be? Whether they had laid like that for minutes or hours, Lois couldn't tell. Her pussy still throbbed, her hips ached, muscles in her backs and legs still complaining from the terrible workout of the piledriver...but there was something comforting too, about that cock plugging her cunt. Keeping all that sperm deep within.

It was ridiculous, of course. Lois hardly knew Angelica Blaze, they had gone on one date that had begun and ended with the dickgirl balls deep inside of the reporter. Unprotected! Lois smiled into the darkness, knowing that she might regret that later, but that at the moment...here, safe, in the dark, worlds away from Superman and kryptonite and all the zaniness of her daily life...there was just something primal and comfortable about having her cunt stretched around that fat dick, to feel her cervix ache from a record-breaking cunt-pounding, to feel the warm dribble of jizz leak through the dried crust of cum that linked them together.

Maybe it wasn't love. Lois wasn't sure what love really felt like. Yet for right now, as she leaned back into those strong arms, felt that hot breath on her neck, the cock still impossibly stiff as if Blaze had been fucking Lois in her sleep—Lois Lane wondered if this was enough, for a night out. To connect with someone, to be content for a moment, to feel those soft breasts pressing into her back and the hard cock holding her in place, her womb throbbing and maybe deep within...

Oh, she was dangerous, this Angelica Blaze. Lois Lane liked danger.

So they lay, until the dawning sun woke them both.