Lois Waits

Lois bit her lip, shaking all over, pussy melting as the steady pumping set her off again—spine flexing, ass squeezing, pussy clamping around the pistoning prick—and as she came out the other side of the small orgasm, decided she could be patient, wait for the right opportunity to act.

Not wanting to be a limp fuck, the reporter put her heart into it. Her mission was to drain her lover dry, to wring every drop from the spurting cock the was sliding in and out of her, and then see if she could talk to these servitors. So Lois bucked and groaned, worked her pelvic muscles, explored Blaze's nude form with her hands and tongue, lips and teeth...and the shemale responded.

The pace never slackened, and neither, as far as Lois could tell, did the stream of jism flowing from the cock. Lois panted, feeling her cunt completely inundated, the shemale's schlong slipping in and out of the reporter's pussy on an endless torrent of sperm. It was lovemaking like Lois had never known it in her life, had never even seen it online or read about it. Blaze pummeled Lois' pussy in an endless cycle, until it transcended beyond lovemaking and into some realm of superhuman stamina and endurance...

...and Lois was only human.

The reporter lost track of time as the pounding continued, endless, varying only in grunts and moans, little stabbing shifts in position that caused the swollen head to rub at some slightly different portion of her pussy, thought Lois was sure that Blaze had already worn a rut in the cunt so that it would never again regain its prior tightness.

By degrees, fatigue took Lois. Her thighs and legs ached, her hips creaked, the perspiration on her body began to cool and dry. Her heart still beat fast, and every now and again the sexual excitement would peak and another, now unwelcome, orgasm would wrack the reporter's form. It wasn't lovemaking as a race to the finish, as Lois had sometimes known it, or as a serious athletic exercise—this was sex as a marathon, and it wasn't the distance that mattered as much as the time it took to complete it.

After at least two hours, Lois could only lay on the bed, utterly spent, hips creaking painfully as Blaze continued to plow away, sometimes cajoling her lover with quiet words of ardent fervor, or running strong hands over the reporter's belly and breast. Even Lois' pussy was sore, the muscles stretched well beyond their expected tolerance, and her cunt burned almost painfully with each withdrawal and plunge of that shemale shaft into her gaping cleft.

Lois fought to keep her eyes open as Blaze huffed and puffed, visibly tested by the relentless sexual pace but nor slowing down for even an instant, prick still convulsing inside. The reporter knew now that there was almost no chance should could walk away from this evening and not be pregnant. It was liking having a train run on her, there was just so much cum in her fertile snatch that any egg released would have no possibility of escape.

Heavily, the reporter's lids fluttered, legs now resting on Blaze's shoulders as the shemale's scrotum slammed against Lois' ass until it was red and tender, and all the while Lois' lover was repeating her mantra:

"Get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant..."