Lois Keeps Her Promise

It was a big tip.

And a small pussy.

Lois Lane held her breath as she held her cock just past the flared rim of the swollen purple head. It looked huge compared to the tiny pink slit in front of it...and the reporter felt a pang of worry that maybe it wouldn't fit, maybe she should use a few fingers to loosen her up first, maybe...

Her head kissed the delicate pink folds. It was hot and wet and Lois swore, she swore that it was trying to suck her in. The dickgirl's hips trembled in eager anticipation, a burning need building behind Lois' cock, an ardent desire to just plunge the whole length of her she-cock deep in that defenseless cunt.

She counted to ten, and Lois let go the breath she was holding.

The pushed the tip against the pussy. There was a bit of resistance. Lois' eyes were focused on the sight of her half-buried cockhead, spreading those labia as she pushed a little harder...watching it spread the pink folds apart, feeling the intense heat encompass her prickhead. She could hear Maria whimper as the cock hit the three-quarters mark, only the flared tip, hard as vulcanized rubber, jammed against the rim of the wet tunnel.

Sweat was building up on Lois Lane's brow now, her iron self-control put to the ultimate test...but she had given her word, and meant to keep it.

Carefully...achingly slowly...the reporter leaned against Maria. The pale length of her cock seemed to bulge for a moment as invisible forces worked...and then with a sudden rush and a gasp from the young woman beneath her, the purple helmet disappeared entirely inside the tiny pink folds.

A single wet crimson line appeared around the pale skin of Lois' cock where it met Maria. The reporter stared at it with horror.

"You were a virgin?" She asked.

"N-no," Maria's voice sounded very faint. "Y-you're just...really big."

The young woman shuddered, her pussy caught on the head of Lois Lane's cock.

I should pull out. Lois told herself, suddenly feeling stone-cold sober. Pull out, and we'll get some tissues and take her to the hospital and...

"Y...you can move a bit," Maria wiggled beneath Lois. For the first time, she noticed that the little nub of the barmaid's clitoris was poking out of its hood, rock hard. "I...I'm alright, really. It's just..." she breathed out "...a lot bigger than I'm used to."

Lois felt her heart beat. Maybe Maria was putting on a brave face...or was a masochist...or a closet size queen. The reporter's conscience told her she should still pull out, that it wasn't worth hurting the young woman any further, even if it meant Lois was blueballed (although since Lois didn't have any testicles, she wasn't sure how that worked). But the little imp inside her mind said: The bitch is asking for it. Let's give it to her, good and hard!