Lois Lets Maria Do The Work Of Fucking

Cool it, Lane, Lois told himself. Remember what it was like to be a woman. You want to make her feel good.

Lois slipped his right hand down, between those meaty ass cheeks. His left hand slid over the soft, slightly pudgy stomach, so that her thumb could play with Maria's clit. He sat up, hot mouth clamping onto a heaving tit, tongue playing with the hard metal piercing...and Maria groaned as she ceased rising and falling and started grinding her pussy against the reporter's dick, moving her hips on small circles...losing herself as she rubbed faster and faster, moans turning into those little squirrel-squeaks Lois had never made, but which the reporter recognized as being close to climax.

The now-male reporter was close himself. The pressure at the base of his prick was impossible. The heat and wet tightness clamped down on his dick was like nothing he had ever experienced. Lois sucked at the tit harder, trying to distract himself by doing sums. Two plus two was four, four plus four was eight...but it wasn't working. He was too close, and he couldn't hold on much longer.

Then it happened.

Maria's pussy squeezed tight. Her breathing turned into a quick little pant, her arms hugged the reporter's head until Lois thought he was going to drown in her tit. They rocked back and forth, Lois Lane's index finger massaging her butthole, her thumb rubbing tight little circles on the hard little clit...and Maria just started to croon as she froze in place, shuddering and shaking through her orgasm. The heat of her body pressed against the reporter's was amazing, and Lois felt like she had to pee...but she knew that wasn't what she was about to do at all.

"It's okay," Maria said, when she could speak again. "It's what I want. What I need. Cum in me. Please...I want your baby."

Lois Lane's eyes went wide. Baby!?

But it was too late to stop.

The cum surged up and out of her stiff prick. It shook and jumped inside that tight cunny, and Lois clamped down hard on the breast in her mouth as a white geyser erupted out of the tip of her prick. He could imagine it inside the dark little cave, the purple head swollen taut, the hot white ropes of cum splashing against the back of Maria's pussy. A part of Lois wondered if she could feel it, and that part of the reporter, that masculine imagination that had been awakened by her transformation, wished that the cervix was opening to gulp in every last drop.

Baby, Lois let the breast drop out of her mouth, and raised her head. Their mouths met...Maria caught the reporter's top lip between her own...