End: Don't Stop

"Don't stop! I'm so fucking full!" Maria collapsed forward onto her tits, face against the floor, letting her face hit the floor, eyes rolling up in her head as Lois continued to pound her cock in and out of the slack, stretched-out pussy.

Lois grinned. This was better than she could have hoped.

"Tell me," she said. "And I promise I'll fuck you until you pass out."

The dickgirl pressed forward until Maria's moan verged on a scream.

"... and when you wake up it'll be because I'm still fucking you." she promised.

So as her hips slammed into the unresisting pussy before her, Lois got the whole story, in between gasps and moans. LexCorp. Kryptonite. Illegal human experimentation. Lois grinned.

I'm going to win a Pulitzer, she said to herself. The thought made her cock harder.

"So where are the missing women?" Lois grabbed the young woman's generous ass and squeezed. The buttocks were warm yet soft in her hands. She could really get used to doing that.

"D-down stairs. Th-they all turned into sex freaks. All they wanted to do was fuck...and we couldn't turn them back...s-so they were put under observation and the labcoats just...let them fuck each other."

Poor sluts, Lois thought as she caressed Maria's ass, feeling another load of cum churning within her, deseprate to be unleashed in the helpless young woman's unprotected cunt. I'm glad I didn't end up like that.

"Thank you for telling me the truth," Lois said, leaning down to plan a kiss on Maria's back. "Do you want it?"

Maria made a noise that could have been a confirmation. She was beyond the capacity for rational, coherent thought at this point. A living sex pocket, existing only to get fucked. The dickgirl reporter grinned.

She drew her legs up, planting her feet flat on the ground to get the maximum leverage. Grabbed hold of Maria's hips like the handlebar of her favorite bicycle. Began to pump.

Her cock sped up until it was a pink blur, churning Maria's pussy into mush. The young woman made a strangled sound, her brain unable to process the sledgehammer pistoning it was undergoing. At some point, as darkness closed in, her crotch simply felt numb, all the endorphin receptors in her brain temporarily exhausted.

Then Lois began to cum.

The reporter's urethra burned painfully from the sheer **** of her ejaculation. She wondered, for a brief moment, if this was what it was like for men to take a piss. Having only had a penis for such a short time, she hadn't yet experienced that particular feature. But in her mind, she imagined a pure streak of white, emerging from the swollen head of her dick, shooting straight into the end of Maria's tunnel.

Beneath her, the woman began to spasm. All conscious muscle control was gone, her body on auto-pilot as she came and came against, Lois pounding and pissing cum in what seemed like an endless stream of ejaculation, though the reporter knew that it must have lasted no more than thirty or forty seconds. And at last, though the spirit was willing, the weak flesh simply collapsed, and the last few streams of Lois Lane's cum splashed across the young woman's back.

Lois sighed in contentment, squatting on her heels and staring down at the sight before her. A river of jizz flowed from the pussy, soaking into the carpet of the dressing room. The pussy shook and quivered, the last residual orgasms working their way through the young woman's system, but the pussy itself didn't seem to be able to close. The reporter tilted her head and swore she could stare right down in there, almost to the cervix...

"Well," Lois said as she straightened up. "That was the best interview I've had in years."

Energized by the sudden bout of sex, Lois began walking around the room, picking up clothing. She would dress herself and Maria up, then call a cab to take herself and her "drunk" friend back to her place to sleep it off. That would give Lois a couple hours to write the article, call in sick...and fulfill the second half of her promise to Maria.

The dickgirl reporter grinned. The night wasn't over yet...and she had definite plans for the next day.