Obey

Lois could feel something throb inside of her, down between her legs, in time with the lights and the music. The fresh-shaven slit before her gleamed wetly. The reporter watched in fascination as a compulsive spasm seemed to seize the backside labeled "cum dumpster"—a slow-motion clenching of the buttocks and cleft, muscles bunching together beneath the skin, and then relaxing, releasing a fine vaginal spray...and Lois Lane's internal monologue devolved into two words.

Fuck it.

Her hands locked on the fleshy ass, throbbing erection stabbing crudely, at the proffered hole. A jittery excitement came over the reporter, an unfamiliar and **** need that made it difficult it think and act clearly. It took a major act of will not to hump the air itself, but to reach down and guide her swollen, aching, stiff length toward that wet orifice...and she almost lost it again as the hot, damp pressure swallowed the sensitive head, almost ready to let go right there, except for the voice from the computer urging her on.

"Please place your cock completely within the receptacle."

Lois was hard. The pussy was tight. Wet as the cunt was, eager as Lois was, she still hesitated to use her full strength, to plunge straight in. She had been on the receiving end too many times when men had gotten excited. Knew the pain if sex was too rough, if a hard dick plunged into your sensitive pussy too roughly...

So it was by aching degrees that she applied a little more pressure with her hips, feeling the swollen prick sink in a fraction of an inch at a time, not even savoring the hot, tight length of the tunnel that was threatening to ring the splooge from her at every moment. Her heart thumped faster than the beat of the pulsing rhythm, which now had degenerated into a simple, primal chant...

...fuckFUCKfuckFUCKfuckFUCKfuckFUCKfuck...

And Lois could feel Diana shift beneath her, holding her pussy lips open with her own hands, the blonde trembling as Lois inched forward, the swollen head of her cock scraping out a channel in the cum dumpster's tunnel, never retreating but always pressing forward, farther and farther...until Lois could feel her thighs press against Diana's finger's, and looked down to see her shaft buried to the hilt in the parted lips, her own black pubes tickling the other woman's outer lips. Lois' hips jerked like they had a mind of their own, microhumps that set the pulsing throb deep within her over the edge into active aching, and she swore she felt like something was about to come out...

The new shemale felt ready to explode, aware that the beat had shifted, pulse quickening, volume increasing, heading toward a crescendo...