Lois Cums In Lois

They got into a rhythm—the primal rhythm, which man and woman had ever fallen into, the quiet rut as Rat pumped his prick into her and Lois panting and bounced back to meet her thrusts—but no Cro Magnon couple in a cave had ever had the man fucking her ass while the woman shoved her own prick up her snatch.

Still, Lois could feel it working. Even with the pain in her ass, the crimp in her dick, there was an unfamiliar boiling pressure building up inside of her...and as it started to travel the length of her cock, curving down and up into her needy cunt, the reporter realized finally what it was...

"I'm cumming!" she shouted, uncaring who could hear her.

White light filled Lois' vision, her eyes squeezed tight, hands grasping her knees, asshole burning as the goth humped his prick into her shithole, and something amazing was happening inside of Lois, a blissful, ecstatic release...followed by a familiar warm, wet sensation that reminded her of her first few sexual encounters, when condoms had been scarce and she had fretted over every late period.

Lois leaned against the wall, catching her breath...and then felt another something wet, this time in her backside. Rat was grunting, plunging his prick deep inside of her, letting loose with his load. It didn't feel like much compared to the streams of cum that Lois had released inside herself...but then, he had just cum.

"If you wipe your dick off on my ass," Lois warned him. "I am going to make you lick it clean."

Rat paused for a moment, as though considering the possibilities. Lois could feel his prick grow soft inside of her. Finally, he said: "So, er...what should I..."

"Take off your shirt. We'll wipe ourselves off with that."

"This is vintage." Lois heard him whine...but the shirt came off.

He handed it to the reporter first, holding his softening prick in one hand. Lois ripped the shirt in two, using half to wipe herself, and handing the remaining rag to Rat. He almost looked comical, standing there without a shirt on, thin, boney chest bare inside of his trenchcoat. Still, it kind of worked on him.

More importantly, Lois thought, staring down at her crotch. Did it work down here?

The cock was softer. With care, Lois pried the pink shaft out of her pussy, which was a frothing, dripping mess...but it came out. She breathed a sigh of relief when the cock dangled free.

"Okay," she hitched up her pants, not even bothering to wipe at her puss, stoically ignoring her burning ass. "So, that was interesting. Now..."