Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Does Lois Wait, or Call For Help?

Call For Help? Fuck That

It was galling to the reporter to even think about calling for help. She had gotten herself on this cock, and she would get herself off of it!

Planting her feet on the floor, Lois stood up. Weight pulled at her overstretched pussy, and Lois Lane grit her teeth against the unexpected feeling. The cock, firmly stuck in her cum-soaked pussy, rose with her, the black shemale's buttocks actually lifting off the floor. After holding it for a moment, the reporter was **** to sink back down, panting and sweating.

Lois Lane had heard of women that lifted weights using their pussy, but this was the first time she had ever attempted anything like it herself, and the deep ache in her pelvic muscles suggested she not try it again, lest she strain something...or prolpase. The reporter shuddered at the thought of her pussy turning inside-out, hanging between her legs like an obscene pink sock. No, there had to be another way.

With a silent apology to her **** lover, Lois twisted herself on the still-hard black cock and planted her right heel at the dickgirl's crotch, right at the base of the crotch.

"On three," she whispered to herself, psyching herself up mentally for what was about to happen. "One...two...three!"

The reporter's right leg stiffened, pressing the black shemale's body to the ground. Her left leg straightened, pushing against the floor. Trapped in the middle of these two opposing forces were Lois Lane's pussy and the fat black cock...and as Lois Lane strained, she could feel the two moving apart, slowly, very slowly, her pussy still gripping the rigid cock. Her whole body trembled with effort, and she knew that something had to give—be it her pussy or the cock.