Maria's Still Awake; Lois Has To Fuck Her More

Lois Lane was pushing rope. But it was a thick rope. Grim determination made her push against the floor, to raise her upper body up far enough that she could begin to thrust with her aching hips. Beneath her, the sweat-plastered slut smiled.

"Do it, you beautiful cunt," Maria whispered. "Let's make a baby."

It was maddening. It was painful. The reporter's cock was only half-erect, and it hurt. Her pisshole burned, the urethra sore from cumming too much, too fast. Deep inside, unseen and unfamiliar parts of her squeaked in pain as the reporter demanded more of them than mere human anatomy should allow. It was like trying to tap a dry well as the limp dick squelched in the busted, broken, loose cunt like an oyster in a slot machine.

The dickgirl reporter didn't care.

They had passed through mere fucking and into a new sort of battle. A **** battle of wills, in which there could be only one victor...and even though her lower body was on fire, even though she wanted nothing more than to collapse and not move, Lois Lane knew what strategy she needed to win, if only she had the courage to embrace it.

Lifting one tired arm, she stabbed two fingers into that grinning mouth.

"Suck it," she ordered as she slowly, methodically squeezed her cock in and out of the gaping, cum-filled cunt. Not for nothing had Lois Lane once spoken after-hours with a horse breeder in Montana, who revealed anatomical secrets that would have put porn stars to shame. There were limits to human sexual capacity, yes...but they were far beyond what most people though they were.

Maria gummed the fingers, covering them with her saliva. The chest with its fat tits rose and fell steadily, breathing deeply; the hazel eyes were half-lidded, blinking softly and slowly. Lois knew that the baby-crazy slut was near her limit, that a few more minutes and she might fall asleep...but Lois couldn't wait for that.

The reporter withdrew the slick fingers from the sleepy mouth. Drew the arm behind her, feeling for the crack of her own ass. On her tenth beer, the horse breeder had told her that men didn't need to be hard to ejaculate...not with the right stimulus.

Lois Lane's body tensed as the saliva-slick fingers found her asshole. She grit her body against the discomfort as she pushed her fingers into the tight hole, searching for the spot she knew was there. The added stimulus put **** into her thrusts; aching penile muscles complained as blood flooded through them once again. Fire burned along the full length of her urethra, and the glans itself, still buried deep in Maria's cunt, was numb except for the pain.

She felt it. A hard nodule. Just poking it sent a thrill through her body. Lois stared down at Maria, who was on the edge of passing out.

"I don't...know if you're really ovulating," Lois huffed. Her fingers stabbed forward and she had to bite back the strangled cry as she felt something begin to push its slow way down her limp python. "But I hope this load knocks you up with fucking quints. I want you to have to drag your stomach around with a fucking wheelbarrow, and the babies are all born with teeth so that they chew your fat tits off...aargh!"

The cum didn't explode. It oozed, it flowed, like blood from a wound. Lois Lane shivered and shook in indescribable pleasure and agony as that last bit of sperm pushed its way out of her cock...and Maria didn't even have the good grace to grunt as that final thin flow seeped into a cervix that had long since given up trying to close.

Lois hung her head, breathing heavily. The pain had awakened her, a little bit. Beneath her, Maria began to snore.

She had done it.

She had won.