Make Me Feel It

Lois said aloud...and then the words tumbled from her mouth in a frenzy as her heart beat against her chest so hard she was afraid it would come out. Like some inner channel had been opened straight between her mouth and her id, all the things in her subconscious the prim and proper Lois Lane would never admit:

"I want a steaming gusher in my cunt. I'm...I'm tired of all the limp dick one night stands who dribble their teaspoon full of watery spunk out! And...and I never feel it. Not like I'm supposed to. Not like you see in porn or read in stories...all those bitches talking about a hail of hot liquid sperm shot straight into their womb, the scalding **** of the ejaculation...I never got that. Never. I've done everything I'm supposed to my whole life, worked hard, gotten a good job, my own apartment..."

Lois realized she was babbling, and half sobbing, letting Blaze lift her up and down on her monstrous cock like the reporter was nothing more than a sex toy, masturbating with her pussy like it was a sleeve.

"...I just...I want to feel it. Just once. Damn the consequences. Just once I want the fantasy. To feel the **** of it, the pressure, to feel full and used and...and..."

Lois sank low on that cock, until she could feel a sense of pressure in her lower abdomen—full, but not unpleasant. Her pudenda rested on the swollen testicles. Blaze's hot lips dipped down, leaving burning kisses on Lois' neck, and the shemale's arms folded around her, tight but snug, the heat radiating from her partner's skin like an electric blanket.

"There, there," Blaze cooed, softly. "Don't cry. Never cry." A long tongue flicked off to lick the tears' from Lois' face, and the reporter just held herself, feeling the heavy breasts pushing into her back, the squishy length of the cock inside of her, surrounded by the shemale's dry, radiant heat...and raised her arms to hug those arms that hugged her.

"As far as what you want, Lois...you only ever had to ask." Blaze whispered into her ear. The woman's arms shifted, to grab Lois by the hips...and she felt a sort of tension inside her, and knew that she was feeling a sensation of pressure from the malleable dick crammed into her pussy. "I hope you're ready...slut."

Jerking Lois up by her hips, Lois was was held up, suspended by her waist, and Blaze stood up with knees slightly bent...and proceeded to fuck her. Not a slow and steady act of making love, or the frenetic pace of a moment earlier, but a true jackhammering that send those swollen nuts forward to slam into Lois' clit, battering ram thrusts that caused her hips to creek and wore her pussy raw, until a creeping numbness stole over the lips, and all Lois could do was hang on to Blaze's arms for dear life as she felt the slithering, tight pressure inside of her expand little by little, stretching her insides out to the cusp of pain...and then keep gouging her until even that pleasant ache was eroded in the persistent perpetual pounding.

Lois' eyes bulged out, her breath came in nervous, shuddering gasps, and she didn't know if she was in the middle of an orgasm or a stroke. This wasn't sex as she'd ever known in. It was an impersonal, dispassionate, unending **** that wasn't going to end until her bones had ground to dust and the thrusting cock burst through her belly. Fear and elation warred within her, heart leaping into her throat, lower legs numb and limp in the shemale's hands as she banged away...

...and then slammed home with all of her might, driving Lois down until she felt her vagina stretch and the reporter feared for a moment she might tear as Blaze tried to cram ever more of herself into her...

...and Lois felt it. The first shot, scalding hot, deep within. Her much-abused fuck tunnel was awash with the sudden sensation of heat and liquid pressure. Pulse after pulse that came in response to Blaze's heartbeat, her dick twitch with each shot that went into Lois, and the reporter nearly cried as she reached down to her lower abdomen with both hands and felt the radiant heat within.

Lois had tried a warm-water douche once, just to try the feel of it. Toys with their little pumps, a surprising splash in her puss. This was something else. It was like getting an enemy of boiling pudding. She could feel herself get heavier with each pulse, and within a minute Lois could feel the excess start to drip down her thighs in burning rivulets as, still impaled, the excess began to leak out.

"I do like to leave my mark," Blaze said.