Fuck Them Back

I'm already penetrated, Lois reasoned as she squeezed her pussy around the invading cock. No reason not to enjoy it. Besides, it has been a while...

It might not have been the most professional attitude to what could arguably be tantamount to ****, but Lois Lane hadn't become the Daily Planet's greatest reporter by giving in to despair. Finding the silver lining and the right angle was often the difference between turning in mediocre copy and a great human-interest story.

So Lois planted her arms against the sides of the tunnel and pushed back, hips slamming to meet her penetrator's thrusts, that long dick sliding in and out of her cunt with fast, even strokes, lubricated by a steady stream of juice from her gushing pussy.

Lois let a little moan escape from her throat, where it echoed strangely down the tunnel. She didn't normally get off from just straight fucking, but it had been a long time and the length and angle were hitting all the right spots inside of her. The reporter found her toes curling, knees pressing against the wall to spread her legs a little and offer better penetration.

I missed this, Lois realized as the long cock pummelled her pussy. I missed just getting fucked, the way the world just fades away and all my cares and worries collapse onto the cock plunging in and out of me.

She panted freely now, really getting into it. The reporter wished there was room enough in this tunnel to reach between her legs and play with her clit, but it wasn't happening. The air was getting warm and close, the tunnel hard on her belly and elbows, tits pressing hard as she focused on pushing her ass back to meet the invader's hips.

Imagination ran away with Lois as she tried to picture her invisible fucker. Strong, certainly. Fit, if the hips and thighs were any indications, she couldn't feel any cushioning fat. The voice was weird, it sounded feminine, but the long cock suggested it was definitely a man. Tall, or else the cock would never be at the right height...

"Glad to see you got into the spirit of things," the hands squeezed her hips, never slowing. "But I'm getting close. You on birth control? Or should I cum somewhere else?"