Lois Cums On Her Father's Cock

Lois Lane rarely experienced climax with a partner. Oh, it felt good, getting her pussy stuffed, but she needed more than that. Something that pushed her over the edge. An intimate touch that made her gasp and quiver, that sent silver sparks dancing before her eyes, spine-tingling, pussy squirting. Something she had never experienced with nearly any lover...only once or twice, when she was already keyed up almost beyond endurance.

Then the old man's hand came down hard on his ass.

"You're a slut. Just like your mother," he whispered hoarsely. His hand crawled around her flat stomach like a big hairy spider. "You know what your mother liked, cunt? Is that what you want? You want to know what it was like when I fucked my first baby in her belly?"

The fingers rubbed roughly over the reporter's clit, the blunt digits exploring her cunt, the fat, grizzled cock still hard and balls deep inside of her...and then Lois gasped as she felt the tips of those fingers press against that cock.

"She begged me for it," he whispered in her ear. "Begged me to ruin her tight little twat. Wanted me to punish her...that's why she would flirt with all those assholes. Flash her tits, her breasts..."

He let go of her arm, suddenly, and Lois Lane's mother **** the reporter to tear open her other shirt, revealing the small, soft, pert breasts. Sam Lane's big hand groped the tits, his stubbled chin digging into her neck and shoulder...and then Lois gasped as his fingers **** themselves into her pussy, alongside his cock...and Lois saw in the mirror her own violet eyes widen...and it happened.

Clear liquid sprayed over those fingers. Lois Lane shook, on her toes, every muscle cramping at once. It was a big one...bigger than any orgasm Lois had ever experienced. Her throat seemed frozen open, so nothing past her wide-open lips but a single long groan...and something seemed to pass through her then, as her cervix jumped and spasmed inside her cock-filled-cunt, as her father's lips came down on her skin, sucking hard enough to leave a monstrous hickie.

Somehow, as Lois sagged in her father's grip, shaking in the aftermath of her climax, she felt that Ella Lane's presence had slid out of her. She was her own woman again.