Pull Out

Lois quivered, imagining the salty splash about to pour into her mouth—and when she felt the cock sliding out of her lips, she opened wide, hoping to catch the ejaculation she had gagging for. So it was something between shock and surprise when Angelica dropped to her knees, the shemale's hands reaching for the reporter's pants.

"C'mon," the bartender's voice was a sultry, eager whisper as she tugged at the waistband, pulling them down. "I know what you and I both really want."

The two women couldn't keep eager grins off their faces. There was something naughty and teenager-ish about the whole thing—Angelica's erection bobbing, hard and throbbing; Lois' pussy slick and ready for action, the both of them fumbling with her clothes in the tight, confined space under the bar—they could be discovered at any moment, interrupted by waitresses or customers, heard, found out...

Angelica pulled off Lois' pants with a final tug, and didn't even bother trying to remove the reporter's panties, only shoved them to the side to expose her pussy for mounting. Lois bit her lip, pulse pounding in excitement.

She's right, I do want this. The reporter thought, scooching down in the cubby to give her lover a better angle. Christ, she's big though. I wonder if it's all going to fit...

A familiar warm hardness pressed against the entrance to Lois' tunnel. She looked down at the length of it, lined up with her cunt, and felt butterflies in her stomach. It was just too big. Even as excited as she was, there was no way...

Angelica's face came down over Lois' own. Hot lips pressed against the reporter's mouth, which opened instinctively, accepting the slick muscle that slid in past her teeth, seeking her own. Their tongues wrestled, lips locked against each other, lost in the moment.

The cock slid home like a sword in a sheath. Fast and hard and deep, deeper than Lois had ever taken anything cock-shaped, into the depths normally reserved for gynecology exams. She had never felt anything that filled her so completely. It was like a cock shaped for her pussy alone, rubbing all the right spots as it slammed home, just shy of her cervix. Lois felt stuffed.

Then her lover began to move.

They were still locked in a kiss, Lois' head awkwardly pressed against the back of the bar, legs spread as far apart as she could, touching a keg on the left and a shelf of glassware on the right, and Angelica was on her knees, plunging in and out, buttocks rising and falling in the kind of frantic hump that Lois hadn't seen since trips to Lover's Lane as a cub reporter, watching the local students practice anatomy in the back seats of their parent's cars.

It would have been funny if she wasn't in the thick of it, getting speared and loving it. The flaring ridge of Angelica's cockhead scraped her g-spot with every thrust, and Lois was lost in the moment, trying not to make too much noise, one of her hands no wrapped around the bartender's neck, the other one groping at Angelica's tit...

The reporter had never been with woman before, much less a shemale or transsexual or whatever Angelica was, but now that they were, mouths locked together, cock in cunt, Lois was **** to explore, to feel, to know... The bartender's breast was smaller than Lois', and it felt different, a little saggier, warm flesh molding into the shape of her palm, hard muscle and bone beneath the skin, the nub of a nipple pressed into her palm hard as anything. Lois shifted her grip, grasping the tit so that her fingers circled the breast, bringing thumb and forefinger together in a pincer movement to grab that nipple and squeeze.

Maybe that was the trigger, or maybe Angelica had humped enough that she was already about to explode. Whatever it was a moan echoed through Lois' mouth, and that cock slammed in deep until Lois could feel her pubic hair being pressed back against her skin, and a warm wetness suddenly filled her cunt...something that the reporter hadn't felt in far, far too long...