Piledriver

Shoulders on the bed. Ass in the air. Legs hanging over her head. Arms supporting her back. Angelica Blaze had her hands on the back of Lois Lane's thighs, staring down at Lois, that big cock resting on the reporter's pussy like a fat promise. The reporter could feel the heat of the dick through her labia, the throb of the stiff prick filled with blood, her eyes caught on the drop of pre-cum hanging off the swollen tip.

"This position can be pretty rough on your body. Gravity helps with the penetration. I might hit your cervix. When I cum in you...all that jizz is going to sink down to the lowest level. Around your cervix. Good for conception."

Lois bit her lip. She knew that this was all for her benefit, even though Blaze knew that the reporter was already knocked up, she knew that just the thought of it turned Lois Lane on...and her pussy felt like it was swamping. The reporter knew she had never needed a fuck this badly in her entire life.

"Good girls don't ask to get pile-drived," Angelica went on as she straightened her thighs. She pushed the stiff prick down with one hand, until it pressed into the reporter's cunny. "Only bad girls do that. Nasty girls. Nasty sluts."

Blaze's thighs flexed as she lowered her body. The cock began its descent. Lois Lane's pussy was overflowing, her juices displaced and cascading down her body in rivulets as the liquid was displaced by dick. Angelica moved her hand back to Lois Lane's thigh, and began to press downward, forcing the reporter's legs back until Lois's feet were on either side of her head.

"Are you going to talk me to orgasm," Lois shot back, her heart thudding against her breastbone, "or are you going fuck this nasty slut until she cums on your fat fucking cock?"

The dickgirl smiled wider...but she didn't start pummelling away at Lois Lane's cunt. Not right away. She lowered her dick slowly...achingly slowly...and deep, so deep, until Lois Lane's walls were gripping the girth of that fat shaft, and her tunnel seemed to grow tight, and then...then the swollen mushroom-tip hit some point inside of her, that was uncomfortable. The kind of sensation that Lois had only ever felt with pap-smears.

With mounting lust and horror, Lois looked up and saw that even kissing her cervix, Blaze still had half an inch of dick left to fit inside of her...and looking into the dark eyes of the dickgirl, Lois knew she was going to feel all of it.

Blaze straightened her legs, until just the head of her cock was buried inside Lois Lane's pussy...and then she slammed her cock down until the fat balls smacked into the reporter's ass, and her cock punched into that cunt. Pain spiked through the reporter's body as the tip hit her cervix, but she also felt the weight of the dickgirl press into her spine, pushing straight through her body and into the bedsprings below...and the pile drive began.

It was everything about sex that Lois Lane had never experienced. Rough, raw, unfiltered; no kissing and cuddling, no condoms or safewords, just cunt-pounding, cervix-pummelling, pussy-wrecking, balls-slapping-ass sex. The stiff prick pounded into her faster and harder, speeding up as Blaze hit her groove, those thin muscular thighs flexing through the impromptu workout like she was trying to set a new record of reps, and through it all Lois Lane could hardly breathe, her whole body compressed with each powerful lunge, her head swimming as blood filled it, back aching, thighs muscles screaming as they were stretched beyond her skill at yoga to maintain.

She didn't know when the orgasm started. Lois only knew when her pussy began to spasm uncontrollably, and her juices began to squirt out around Blaze's plunging cock like a blender with the lid off. Silver sparks appeared in Lois Lane's eyes, and every muscle seemed to want to contract at once, the toes on either side of her head curling painfully tight, and as she lost it...really lost it...Lois Lane stared up at Angelica Blaze and screamed so loud the neighbors could hear it:

"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEEEEE!"