End: With Her Cock

Something poked at Lois Lane's pussy.

Hard. Hot. Alive. She swallowed around the metal phallus in her mouth as she quickly re-assessed her situation. Realized that Angelica Blaze wasn't a lesbian in the traditional sense at all. That she was packing heat. The half-drunk, incredibly aroused reporter shuddered involuntarily as the head of a hard cock rubbed up and down her wet and eager cunt-lips.

"You're fine with this, right?" Angie said softly. "Give me a sign. Tell me you want this dick."

Lois Lane shut her eyes tight. She wanted to be free of this. She wanted this night to end. Not to be stuck, spit-roasted between a dickgirl plumber and a plumbing fixture. Yet at the same time, Lois knew she was in this position precisely because she wanted cock. Needed a hard fuck. **** and gagging for it.

There was no way to ask Blaze to put on a condom, or take it slow, or pull out. All Lois Lane could do was give a thumb's up or thumb's down.

So she gave the thumb's up.

Angelica Blaze's cock slid in nice and slow. So that Lois could feel every inch. So that the dickgirl could enjoy every centimeter of the reporter's cunny. This tight twat that the reporter had saved for the Man of Steel. Now, Lois Lane wasn't going anywhere. Angie could take her time.

So she did.

Lois Lane was used to lovers who focused solely on penetration. Who fucked her pussy like they were drilling for oil. Not Angelica Blaze. The dickgirl's hands roamed all over the reporter's body. Rubbed at the reporter's tiff little clit. Teased her nipples. Grabbed her hips and let her strong thumbs massage the muscles of her lower back, where the spine met her ass. It was like Angie was in her head. Pushing Lois Lane's arousal higher and higher. Until the reporter went over the edge.

The reporter locked her jaw so that she wouldn't bite down on the pipe and shatter her teeth. Her pussy squeezed tight on the cock that continued to plunge in and out of her pussy with terrible regularity, a constant, maddening stimulation that didn't stop, all through the reporter's climax. A delicious warmth that Lois hadn't felt for months flowed through her body, and she breathed hard through her nose, light-headed and dizzy.

"Did you cum? Did you cum from my cock?" Blaze teased, as she reached down to diddle the reporter's stiff nipples. "Well get used to it. I'm going to make you cum so hard and often, you won't be able to live without this dick!"

Angie was a dickgirl of deeds, not just words.

Lois Lane lost track of time. Her knees burned from the constant press against the bottom of the tub. Her pussy ached from hours of relentless pounding. The dark bruises of love-bites marked Lois Lane's neck, her shoulders, back and ass like the spots of a leopard. Even her clit, so long ignored by other lovers, was rubbed so raw by Blaze's constant ministrations that the merest touch sent a spasm of pain and pleasure through the reporter's sex-wracked body.

The reporter came and came and came. Sometimes she couldn't stop cumming. Her body simply spasmed and shook as Blaze's crotch slap-slap-slapped into her ass, and silver stars danced and exploded before the reporter's vision. Exhaustion set in later in the night. It felt as if Lois had ran a marathon. Every muscle in her body felt stretched and tired. Her eyelids heavy. Her pussy a sloppy, fiery mess. Jaw numb.

"You want me to cum, Lois?" Angelica said. "You want me to blow this huge load deep inside your sloppy slit? Show me a sign. Tell me you want it."

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter raised her hand in a shaky thumb's up. The constant fucking had sapped her will. She didn't even care if this was a bad idea, if she didn't have protection. She just hoped that after this, it would end.

For a moment—a heat-stopping second—Blaze's fucking sped up. The monotonous pussy-pounding became a piledriver blur. Lois heard Blaze gasp and pant as she raced toward her own long-denied climax. Felt the grip of those fingers, claw-like nails dug into the flesh of the reporter's shoulders. Hot breath like a wolf that has downed its prey against her ear.

Then Blaze came.

Once, as a young woman exploring her sexuality, Lois had stuffed a showerhead into her pussy and put it on full blast. The sting of the cold water, with such terrible pressure, against her cervix had made the younger Lois Lane howl. She had ached for hours, uncomfortable, pusy dripping for a long time, worried about permanent damage.

This was like that. The **** of Angelica Blaze's cum struck her cervix like a blow, and the reporter's super-sensitive, weakened body seemed to ring like a great brass gong. Her knees gave out, and a gurgled cry came from the reporter's lips, which suddenly pulled free of the metal pole they had been stuck to. Lois collapsed onto the bottom of the tub, Blaze's body on top of her, and the dickgirl was still cumming, writhing, that cock throbbing and digging deep into Lois Lane's cunt, as though it could kiss the opening of Lois Lane's womb and pump its virile load straight into the reoprter's fertile pussy.

The reporter was barely conscious as Blaze lifted her out of the tub. Whatever elation Lois felt at finally being free was lost in her utter exhaustion. She could not keep her eyes openas the dickgirl carried her to bed. Was only barely aware of the pillow that was stuffed under her ass, to keep her hips raised. So all of Blaze's sperm could be pressed against the still-spasming cervix.

"Let that load soak in," Blaze said, as she leaned over Lois and placed a fiery kiss on her brow. A small cardboard rectanlge was pressed into the reporter's nerveless fingers. "And if you ever need your pipes cleaned again...give me a call."

Then she was gone. Lois Lane, fucked beyond her endurance, felt sleep claim her just as dawn broke over Metropolis. Her long night out was over...and when she awoke, Lois Lane would have to deal with the consequences of her actions. Would review all of the events of that night, the decisions she had made. Would wonder how things could have gone differently, if she had made other choices. Yet she would never know...and, in the weeks and months to come, Lois Lane would have much more pressing issues to deal with.