Lois Is Fucked Until She Can't Walk

Like most women, Lois Lane's sex life was measured in minutes. Despite any claims to stamina, most men lasted only a brief time once they actually got down to business. Foreplay was a luxury, and fucking itself a brief, frenetic activity—not unpleasurable in its own way, but rarely sufficient—and none of Lois Lane's paramours had ever been able to bring themselves to help her get off once they themselves got off.

Not anymore.

Lois scrambled and flexed against Wonder Woman, but it was like trying to wrestle a sexy marble statue. Hands that could bend steel bent her neck so that their lips met, the strong tongue pushing inside the reporter's mouth, hands groping at her small breasts, teasing her erect nipples. The reporter could feel the great muscles trembling beneath her, the Amazon keen not to damage her self-declared lifemate, yet unable to stop herself from kissing and caressing every inch of her, their crotches almost tied together as a constant flow of genetic material passed between them.

"**** by Snu-Snu," Lois whispered to herself as Diana ground her crotch against the reporter's. Wonder Woman had the reporter's left foot by her face, and was busy sucking on the reporter's toes. Lois swore she could actually feel the Amazon's labia push into her own, though she knew that was impossible. Yet she could feel the wet rush of liquid as the Amazon princess squirted inside of her once again, and the reporter felt an aching fulness inside of herself, her ovaries on fire.

Time lost meaning. Lois Lane felt the growing tiredness and ache in her muscles as her struggles became weaker and weaker. Her pussy throbbed, the clitoris, which had never been erect so long or mauled so ferociously by the Amazon's thumb, felt as though it might fall off at any moment. Each climax...and Lois has never been multi-climactic, not in her entire life...seemed to take a little more of the fire out of the reporter, whose skin was plastered now with sweat, her hair a ragged mass of black tresses, her breathing shallow and ragged.

And still, though the reporter lay limp and unresisting, Diana straddled her impregnated cunt, grunting and rubbing their sore and swollen sexes against one another. Lois could see that the pace was telling on Wonder Woman as well. Her pussy was red, red, and swollen, the inner labia almost pushing out of the outer labia, and dribbling a clear fluid. Lois looked down at her own stomach, which felt so strangely full, and she swore she could actually see three little bulges beneath her navel—where the bloated womb and overstimulated ovaries were showing through the pale flesh of her flat abdomen.

With a grunt and a splash, Diana came one last time...and Lois couldn't keep a little cry from her lips as she felt the warm rush of fluid down her birth canal as the Amazon deposited once more into her pussy.

Wonder Woman stood there panting...and then gave a little sigh of pure contentment. She looked down at the reporter and smiled.

"Can you walk?"

The reporter rolled her head to look at the Amazon. Her feet twitched.

"No matter," Wonder Woman kneeled down and gathered the reporter in her arms...careful to keep the reporter's sore pussy angled up, so all the fluid inside of the reporter's cunt would slide down toward her cervix. "I think it's time we got out of here, my sweet."

The Amazon gave a thin-lipped smile. "All of us."