Lois Gets Creamed

The cock pushed in deep...too deep, Lois feeling the head uncomfortably far inside of her, head swelling, just shy of her cervix. Deeper than any lover had ever taken her, ever, virgin territory...and it exploded.

Normally, women don't feel the internal ejaculation, except maybe as a warm bit of extra wetness down inside her folds. Not this time. Lois grunted, biting her lip to stifle a scream as great swollen gobs of sperm hit her cervix like a hail of birdshit. The hands grasping her hips squeezed hard as though afraid to let her go.

It went on for longer too. Lois could feel spurt after spurt beating against her cervix, filling her up inside, the cock swelling and deflating, swelling and deflating as it shot a dozen ropes...fifteen...twenty...and then Lois remembered that her period had been more than ten days ago. Closer to twelve days...maybe thirteen. She could be right in her fertility window.

She could be ovulating.

I could get pregnant, Lois realized as the cock pressed forward that last carter inch, as though trying to cram all that hot seed right into her womb.

That did it. Lois Lane's pussy clamped down hard, inner muscles squeezing like a fist, buttocks flexing, toes curling. Her scream echoed down the tunnel as she came, long and loud and hard. In her mind's eye she imagined her cervix opening and closing, gulping up that hot, fresh jizz, pumping it into her womb, and maybe it was her imagination but it almost seemed like the cock was still cumming, the hands moving down to squeeze her ass, and...

It couldn't have last for more than a few moments. But they were in synch, the two of them, cock embedded in cunt, two joined together, working toward a common purpose...and Lois Lane's unseen lover stay inside of her as the reporter's climax finally subsided, the reporter going limp.

In the post-coital haze, she barely registered what was happening behind her.