Fuck Her Into Submission!

Okay Lane, Lois said to herself. She wants a fuck? Well, you'll give her a fuck! You'll pound her pussy into jelly and keep fucking until she's in a sex-induced coma, and then, if you can still walk, you can make your escape and figure out what the hell is going on.

When she put it that way, it seemed so reasonable.

The dickgirl reporter grabbed Maria's thighs and twisted her hips, rolling the slut onto her back.

"Better position for conception," Lois said, to forestall any complaint.

Plus, it gave the reporter more control and freedom of movement. On top, Lois Lane could set the pace. This fuck was going to go at only one speed: hers.

Maria was wet. Lois was hard. The dickgirl saw no reason to go slow or gentle. The harder she fucked this slut, the sooner it would be over. So she took three quick breaths, drew her cock back until only the tip remained in that hot tunnel...and buried the whole cock in one go. Hard enough that she could almost imagine she felt something touch the tip of her dick, hard enough that she almost swore she saw Maria jump when she bottomed out.

Lois wasn't sure if she'd actually gone so deep as to hit her cervix—she didn't really want to hurt Maria, after all—but she also knew this was no time for half-measures. Her cock was so hard it physically hurt, and there were two aching, throbbing points inside her crotch that Lois imagined had to be gonads, struggling to produce the sperm demanded of them. The dickgirl pushed aside her discomfort and focused on the fucking at hand.

It was a sprint, rather than a marathon. Lois gave up on any pretense of skill or pleasurecraft in lovemaking. This was raw sex, her cock plunging forward as deep and fast as hard as she could, buttocks rising and falling as the stiff prick stabbed forward, the elastic around the base holding on for dear life as the swollen, discolored flesh throbbed against the restriction. The reporter drove her cock into that wet willing hole like slamming the button during a video game, pushing her body harder and faster than ever before, determined to wear this cunt out or fuck a hole right through her.

All Maria could do was hold on. Her hands clung to the reporter's shoulders, her breasts jiggled and heaved, the pierced nipples catching the light, the pink nips in between them hard as pencil erasers. Clammy thighs slapped against the reporter's flanks but she ignored them, Lois Lane's hands planted in the carpet and trying to rip it up as she struggled for grip, hips pistoning back and forth in a blur of movement.

Minutes ticked by, the sweat dripping off of Lois Lane's body onto the recumbent slut below, Maria's nails digging into the skin of the reporter's shoulders. The eyes had rolled up in the young woman's head so that only the whites showed, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, from which little animalistic noises were issuing in panting, regular bleats whenever Lois bottomed out inside of her.

Lois knew she couldn't keep this pace up forever—and knew too, that she wouldn't have to. She could feel the load building at the base of her dick. Her prick was almost numb, but something else was driving her to keep fucking away, plunging her prick into the frothing, fucked-raw quim below her, and Lois was following that instinct as far as it could lead her...until at last she put on a final burst of speed that exceeded everything else, and...

A strangled cry ripped from the reporter's throat. It was like pissing acid. The whole length of her cock, so swollen and stiff that she could barely feel it, lit up with pleasure and pain as a hot stream of jizz shot through her dick with all the pressure of a firehose. Lois buried her dick in the hot, wet tunnel as deep as it could go, and once again she though she could almost feel something at the very tip, just as rope after rope of her seed shot out like bullets from a machine gun, sperm bullets that would burst straight through that thin cervix and each one a bullseye for Maria's eggs.

The fantasy, and the fucking, ended when Lois collapsed, utterly spent, on top of Maria. The slut whispered into the reporter' ear:

"From now on that's how we fuck."