Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Is Blaze wearing a condom?

Ribbed For Her Pleasure

For a moment, Lois was scared—that she was about to be taken bareback by this strange, demonic dickgirl. Far away from any Plan B or morning-after pill, spermicidal jelly or other form or prophylactic. Then she felt the ridges of a ribbed condom, and relaxed. Blaze smiled, showing teeth as she read the fear and relaxation in Lois Lane's face.

"Relax, sweetmeat—I won't put a baby inside of you," the face dipped until her nose touched Lois Lane's. "Not until you beg me."

Lois had to laugh at that—and then gasp as the cock pressed forward, the ridges rubbing against her g-spot, pussy spreading. It had been a long time since the reporter had a real cock inside of her. Months of effective abstinence, ended in an instant, and just holding another living, breathing, heaving, humping body in her arms brought back memories of every lonely night and half-hearted session diddling her own cunt.

Men would simply plunge forward, determined to plow the reporter's pussy fast and hard, **** to blow their load. Yet Blaze made love like Lois imagined women would. Her hands and mouth explored the reporter's body. The condom-covered cock moved inside of Lois, but slowly, carefully, teasingly, until Lois felt herself almost grinding against it impatiently as she grabbed onto Blaze's back, feet tapping at the dickgirl's thighs...

...and belatedly, the reporter realized that if she wanted Blaze to really plunge her prick in and out of her hole, then Lois would have to tell her.

"Do you feel good?" Lois asked. "How does it feel, inside me?"

"Tight," Blaze was breathing harder, "Hot. I almost wish I could feel what it was like inside you bare."

Lois grinned. Fat chance of that happening, but... "You could move a little faster, if you wanted to."