Not In Her Ass

Cold fear ran through Lois as the thoughts he was broadcasting so loudly shifted suddenly.

Why should I blow it in her ass? She could hear his voice in his head. When her pussy is right here?

With a wet pop, his throbbing prick exited her ass...and in the same moment, he pushed it into the reporter's dripping cunt. Even playing dead, Lois couldn't avoid giving out a soft moan, not just from the sudden exit from her asshole, but from the sudden violation of her pussy.

At the sound he paused, suddenly and terribly conflicted.

She's awake! Lois could hear him think, and felt rank fear battling with sheer lust. Is she? She's not moving...

He stayed there, cock an aching pillar of flesh inside her tight, hot cunt, and Lois could feel the clench of her own pussy echoing through his sensorium. It was like she was fucking herself...and she could feel too the tremendous pressure building up at the base, the pent-up sperm, the utter need to blow his load.

She knew she should end this now. Just "wake up!" and scream if she had to. It was too dangerous to keep going on...he might...he might really...

Fuck it, she heard him think, as lust gelled his resolve. Images flashed through his mind of a thousand jerk-off sessions, imagining tiny sperm washing over **** eggs. I don't care if she is awake, I'm going to knock her up. When am I going to get another chance like this?

Lois froze, locked in his mindset, unable to pull herself away as he stroked once, twice, thrice...and then pushed in deep and unloaded a month's worth of semen into her unprotected flesh.

Tuned into his brain as she was, Lois cried out as his orgasm washed over her, briefer but more intense than her own climaxes at had ever been, and she could not help clamp down to milk that stiff prick as he unleashed everything he had...

Too late, she opened her eyes. Felt the cold fear come back to him, the guilt now that he realized what he had done.

"Miss Lane!" He stammered, flushed. She could taste his embarrassment and worry. "You're...awake! I was just..."

"I know what you did," Lois said firmly. "And now, you're going to help sneak me out of here."

She stared him in the eye, and felt the gears and levers of his mind at work. Reading his throughts like this, it was pathetically easy to manipulate him...and moments later she was draped in a spare labcoat, going out the back way toward his car...thick streams of jizz running down her legs...and Lois could already tell that even though he had just cum, he was getting a stiffy again thinking about Lois Lane, THE Lois Lane, in the passenger seat of his car, with his cum leaking out of her slit.

"By the way," he said. "My name is..."

"Buck," she finished for him. "And I know what you like to do. Just drive."