Lois Cums

A heat was building up inside of Lois. Even though her hips ache, her knees pressed painfully into the cold stone, her pussy was stretched sore—she could feel her orgasm build, and entered into that frantic, humping, animal state where her universe dwindled down to the building need inside of her, grunting every time the cold stone pressed against her g-spot inside of her, fucking through the pain and exhaustion...

Come on, come on, come on! I need this. Lois closed her eyes clamped her cunt muscles tighter on the stone phallus, gripping it harder to increase the friction as she pressed her cunt deep against it and then slid it out again.

This must be what fucking Superman is like. The reporter thought, cunt throbbing on the rigid, unyielding pole. The Man of Steel looked like flesh and blood, moved like a human being, but she always imagined that if she could get him erect...no **** on Earth could move that erection. She could probably stand on it. And she had wanted that. To feel that impossible hardness inside of her, like this.

Biting her lip, Lois tried to imagine the statue as Superman. Hoping the fantasy would get her off. She pictured him standing behind her, just like that, letting him fuck her...letting her do all the work, to get herself off...to make sure she got off, to hold his seed until she was ready...and as her labia burned from the endless friction, she knew she was ready.

Yet the image kept slipping. It wasn't Superman she was fucking in her mind at all...it was the statue. Or something like it. A massively endowed succubus, proud tits standing strong, ugly erection plowing into her depths, laughing at Lois' frantically humping her eternal erection, swollen testicles dangling underneath as a taunt.

"Beg for it," the succubus' voice rolled through Lois' fantasy. Beg for my seed.

"Give it to me," the reporter's voice huffed and panted as she put one last burst of frenzied motion into her tired hips. "Cum in me! Please!"

In her mind, the succubus howled. A torrent of jism exploded in Lois' cunt. And in reality, she felt her orgasm hit...a rolling series of shocks up her spine, mind blotted out from all else, pussy clamping the stone dick so tight she thought her vaginal muscles would pull away from the bone, and she could feel a shower of wetness run down her legs as she ejaculated, a very rare thing.

The orgasm rolled through her, punctuated by a sudden crack, and a sense of weight inside her exhausted cunt, that sent Lois tumbling face-first to the floor, drawing in breaths with long, ragged gasps. A wash of relief swept through her body as the euphoria vanished, a sense of being utterly spent and fucked-out.

"I needed that." Lois admitted to herself. Then, raising herself up on her arms, he looked around to see where the cracking noise had come from.