Tell Him Everything

Slowly, haltingly, the story came out of Lois. The attacks continued, sporadically, and Lois clutched her middle in pain. Clark stood by her side the whole time, letting her tell the story at her own pace...good interview technique, she noted as she buried her face into the pillow.

She could smell her own sex. Her pussy was gushing, it had never been this wet. Lois felt like a bitch in heat and worst of all was that Clark was there, watching the whole thing, and he was being so kind about it when she felt so dirty and worthless. If she wasn't already blushing, the humiliation alone would have made her want to die.

Clark took her hand in his own, strong fingers feeling the pulse on the inside of her wrist.

"Lois, that...material inside of you, I think it has to come out, before it does permanent harm. I...know a few people that specialize in this kind of thing. I'm going to make a call."

"No!" she nearly sprang off the bad, grasping at his arm. "Clark, please! No one can know! I couldn't...I couldn't stand it..." The whole events of the night came back to Lois and she threw her arms around the big-shouldered Kansas farmboy, an aching sob in her chest. "It's...it's different when it's you. I just...I've worked so hard."

She clung to him as another spasm began to shake her, pressing her tits into his hard chest. "I've spent my whole life...not being a slut. Not sleeping my way to the top. Being careful of everything I said, I wore, how I acted... To get the respect of my peers and rivals. You don't get what it's like, for a woman alone..." Lois could feel herself starting to grind against him, and Clark was as still as a statue...but he slowly put his arms around her.

"Lois..." he said. "There...might be a way for me to help you. But I don't know if it will work and I'll...have to touch you, down there."

She looked through his glasses, at those deep blue eyes. The wet heat in her groin had transformed into a burning. She could feel a wet, hot liquid pour over her thighs, as if she had wet herself, but she knew it was something else, and wondered what the goo was doing to her body.

"Do it. Please." Her voice sank down to a whisper. "Save me."