Keep Cumming

Lois sagged forward over the cumdump's body, still buried in the warm, wet cunt. The pounding rhythm was eating at her mind, body wanting to move, to respond to the beat...

What the hell am I going to do? I can't...I can't...I mean, guys can't...just keep going...

Yet even as the reporter recalled everything she had ever heard and experienced about the male refractory period—all the nights when her lover would spew their manhood inside of the condoms and then flop down, dick already going limp and useless, unable and unwilling to keep going—she felt a now-familiar surge of pressure deep between her legs, buried deep inside her crotch...and she wasn't getting soft. In fact, her erection was still painfully hard.

Experimentally, she pulled her cock out, enjoying the wet schliiiiik as it withdrew, until just the head remained buried in Diana—and then thrust her hips forward, slamming her dick back into the warm, welcoming cumdump. Beneath her, she could hear the young woman "oomph"...but she could feel those muscular walls close in, hugging her cock as if to say "welcome back."

What was more, that little motion of the hips set that tense spot within her a-quiver. The pressure grew, a little tingle at the base of their dick.

Can I...? I mean, it hasn't even been a minute! Lois puffed, lungs burning, but there was a feeling of...potentiality inside of her. The kind of thing she had heard some women talk about. Multiple orgasms...

Tentatively, shifting her grip on Diana's hips, the reporter began to thrust again. Pushing and pulling her cock into that warm, willing cunt that seemed eager to accept everything she had to give. And before too many minutes had gone by, Lois was picking up the pace, hips smacking into the cumdump's ass with wet smacks, feeling her heart pounding, the pressure building inside of her, and thinking: It's coming...I'm coming...I'm CUMming...

She could trace the warm splooge as it retraced its route through her new dick, somehow burning and ecstatic at once, and when it reached the tip she tried, for a moment, to clamp down and hold on, to ride it out for a few more strokes...but it was too much. Lois felt the sperm burst out of the tip of her dick and shoot into the waiting womb like a hot stream.

And this time, she kept humping. No slowing down, no stopping, no luxuriating in the moment of insemination. Something gripped the new dickgirl like a fever, a pulsing need that pounded in her temples like Lois pounded the cumdump's ass. She fucked without rest or respite, and the cum kept flowing, a rolling series of orgasms that was more female than male, but the reporter was sure that no woman had ever known the intensity of ejaculating inside a willing cumdump like that...and as the friction mounted and Lois' splooge kept spurting out in an endless white stream, her last coherent thought was:

I have all of their strengths—none of their weaknesses!

Beneath Lois Lane, the cumdump Diana Reynolds moaned in her own orgasm as the hot cum filled her to the brink.