Lois Takes It Up The Pussy

Deep breaths, Lane. She told herself. You can do this.

Lois Lane knew her pussy was self-lubricating...and she was very, very wet right now.

"Sugah, I don't think..." the black horse-cocked shemale began, but Lois silenced her by grabbing the cock behind the flared head and guiding it toward the mouth of her cunt.

The reporter rubbed the head back and forth across her pussy lips a few times, smearing her hole with precum, smearing the cock with her own juices...trying not to think about the fact that even precum had sperm in it, that even that was potentially enough to get her pregnant...and then she lowered her hips.

The swollen glans resisted...Lois felt the strain in the shaft through her hand as she pressed her pussy firmly against the head of the horse cock...and then slowly, surely, it began to give way. The reporter released her breath as she felt her pussy sink down, a millimeter at a time, welcoming the fat cock into her cunt...

And then it stuck.

Lois bit her lip, feeling the fat shaft spread her tunnel out more than anything she had ever taken before. Her thighs started to burn just holding her position, but she thought back to all the women—well, two or three at least—she had seen fuck horse cock dildoes on the internet.

If they can do it, so can I. She vowed, pressing her pussy down harder. Her cunt slid down, achingly full, more of the cock disappearing into her snatch. It began to throb. Not cumming, just the big ropey vein of it sitting under the skin, right beneath Lois Lane's clit, pulsing hard as the constricting vise of the reporter's pussy made it harder for blood to flow out, making the part of the dick inside of her swell that little fraction bigger...like a cock ring...

If I'm a cock ring for a horse cock, Lois told herself. Then I'm going to be the best damn one there is!

Knees wobbling, she pushed herself lower. Gravity alone wasn't enough, her whole being was like a tripod, her legs carrying most of her weight, but the rest being supported by the third leg stuck up her snatch.

"Sugah..." the faux-Vixen's voice broken the reporter's concentration. The black shemale held up her arms, palms flat, framing her massive brown tits. "Make it easy on yo'self. Lean on me..."

Lois slid her hands forward, clasping palms with her black lover, leaning forward...yes, it was easier now, some of the weight shifting from her legs to her arms. The reporter began to shift her ass, up and down, up and down, half an inch up and three-quarters of an inch down, pushing it deeper inside of her, deeper and deeper...

Her eyes closed as she dedicated all of her concentration to the long slow fuck, feeling the creeping pace of the cock up into her belly, pussy screaming as it was stretched wide around the horse dick, which was fatter near the base, the flared head scraping her walls as it pushed deeper in...and Lois wondered when it would happen, when she would reach bottom, the fat glans brushing her cervix...and what then?