Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Has Lois hurt her pussy? Does her lover care?

Lois Lane Has Hurt Herself—Her Lover Doesn't Care

Pain flared, deep inside the reporter. A bruised cervix is no laughing matter, and even if it wasn't quite that bad, Lois cried out in genuine pain as the head of the cock hit deeper inside of her than any dick ever had, and the base was so broad it threatened to split her labia. The reporter froze, unable to move from the sudden cramp triggered by her full weight settled into that invisible lap.

Her unseen lover took advantage of the reporter's unguarded moment. Hands pulled at the reporter's knees, to pull the naked reporter's legs wide apart. Lois coughed hard, smoke expelled from her lungs As the hips beneath her began to thrust, and the hands lifted in unison. The reporter nearly shrieked as her pussy slid up the length of the invisible cock—only to slam back down, hard enough to make stars spin in front of the reporter's eyes.

Lois Lane bounced up and down on the unseen dick, the cigarette falling forgotten onto the floor. Pained yelps burst from her lips every time the swollen cockhead slammed deep into her quivering quim, and behind her the lover growled, the thrusts ever more violent, forceful, the reporter's poor pussy nearly falling off her lover's cock. She could feel the whole length of the invisible prick stretch her cunt every time she slid down its length to slam once more into that hard crotch, and tears burst from the reporter's eyes. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on the sink, and she cried out:

"Great Caesar's ghost! You're going to break me!"

The painful pussy pummelling didn't pause...but a voice came from behind Lois Lane. A woman's voice, strangely accented, hoarse as though she had smoked a carton of those cigarettes yet somehow terribly sultry all the same.

"No, sweetmeat. I'm going to..."