Just The Tip

Lois Lane could almost say the words with her. The reporter's face seemed to glow from within, completely flushed, nipples hard, body dripping with sweat, Blaze's cock a burning pillar between her slippery thighs, the glans catching her clit on every thrust. A part of Lois wanted to laugh. It was never just the tip. Never ever ever. It was a joke so old that it had lost all meaning, only the most utterly incredulous of young women would honestly believe that would be the end of it.

Yet...what tugged at the reporter's brain, even more than that rubbery glans tugged at her clit, was that she could hear nothing but utter sincerity in Blaze's voice. There was no knowing smirk, no sly and winking lie. She said it as if she meant, with all her heart, that it would just be the tip of her cock that would penetrate the reporter.

Intellect warred with lust as Lois debated. She had come this far—this far, like a horny teenager, even though she knew she'd been **** earlier this evening, even though she had a note written to herself telling her not to have sex, even though she didn't even hardly know this Blaze and already that massive cock was chafing her thighs, driving the reporter almost insane...and Blaze's hands had moved up now, over the reporter's abdomen, to circle the small, round breasts and squeeze them gently, the soft tips of thos fingers just teasing the sensitive nips.

She could have already fucked me, Lois realized, thoughts running almost as hot and fast as her pounding heart. Angie is bigger than me, probably stronger. I bent over and bared my pussy. That cock could already be kissing my cervix if she really wanted to. I've trusted her this far...but if I tell her she can stick the tip in...what am I really expecting? That she'll just roll it around and pull out and cum on the carpet? What she's really asking is if she can ram that hard, hot fuckstick deep into my cunt and stir me up and paint my womb white...

"Please!" Angie begged, and Lois could hear the emotion in that voice, as if she had to pull the word out of some deep depths of herself. This was obviously someone who didn't like begging for anything. She leaned close over the reporter, her hot lips panting in the reporter's ear. "Please...I need it...I need your pussy..."

Yet she asked Lois Lane's permission.