...To Be Seeded

Angelica Blaze's cock slapped down on Lois' belly, the tip just nudging her belly button, the warm, soft underbelly pressing against the reporter's clit. Lois found herself breathing hard, heart pounding in her ears drowning out the clink of glasses and muted conversations, nipples erect, sweat pouring off of her from the heat...and the bartender with her impossible cock was there, right there, rubbing that shaft against her pussy, and Lois knew that crazy as it was, she wanted it.

By all rights, Lois knew she shouldn't. The strange secret club, the impossible sexual feats the bartender had managed, the endless ejaculation into the cocktail glasses...warm, generous, salty sperm that Lois had slurped down...and then that strange interlude, the vision, when the bartender had been eating her out and something had happened, she was sure of it. Lois had not made it to be the Daily Planet's best reporter by ignoring what her eyes and ears told her, much less her throbbing, wet cunt. And yet...feeling the length of meat as it slid down over her pussy lips, Angelica, frantic and eager as she lined the taut purple head up with her hole...

Lois Lane knew she wanted this dick.

So she spread her legs and eased herself into a better position on her back, beneath the bar. The big-dicked bartender was on her knees, leaning forward to plunge her prick down into the the reporter's cleft, bare breasts jutting out proudly, her own hard, puffy nipples showing her excitement. Blaze sighed as the head of her cock slipped into Lois' hot channel.

"I knew you were the one," the shemale whispered excitedly to herself. "The others failed me, but you...oh, I thought we would have our fun," she inched her hips forward and Lois sighed herself a the cock stretched her out, just a little, slipping further into her depths. "But I never imagined I would get the chance to do this..."

A tinge of impatience tweaked Lois' at her lover's pace—and her words aroused the reporter's curiosity. So she wrapped her legs around Angelica and grabbed those slim, womanly hips with her hands—and drew the shemale and the cock into herself with one sudden, impulsive gesture that left them both gasping, loud enough Lois was afraid the people in the club would hear.

More than that, she felt the long, swollen length of Blaze's cock inside of her, so far she feared it would scrape her womb...but God, it filled her out like an application, her pussy hugging close to every contour, so comfortably full it almost made her ache. And when Lois squeezed her internal muscles, she heard her lover gasp like a boy getting his first blowjob, struggling to hold back her seed.

"What others?" Lois' squeeze hard, holding onto that cock with all of her might, and Angelica gasped at the almost painful tightness that enveloped her cock.

"The...other girls. I tried...I tried before this...but none of them...accepted me. None were strong enough to be marked...they all...shirked and screamed..."

"So I'm just the latest conquest? Who were these girls," Lois reached up and began to grope and mail at Blaze's tits, feeling the rock-hard nipples squeeze between her fingers. "I want names."

"Diana...Mara...little Tonya...and Jenny..."

The names of the missing women. Lois bit her lip; she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold her pussy like this—she'd have to switch tactics. Carefully, the reporter unclenched her cunt...and then using thighs and arms, began to rhythmically push and pull Blaze in and out of her sloppy slit, squeezing her lover's cock whenever it got pulled in deep, and then releasing it and pushing her back out. Angelica figured out the game quickly, and didn't resist...even when Lois questioned her again.

"What happened to the women?" Lois could feel the bartender's buttocks clench every time she bottomed out within her, the little bit of resistance as she pushed Blaze away growing with each thrust as the shemale fought a little harder, each time, to stay longer in Lois' hot depths.

The worst part was, Lois could feel it within herself too...she wanted that prick buried there, deep within. She had always liked it when her lovers had buried themselves to the hilt inside of her, and she'd never had one this long, this thick, nor been so wet and ready to take it. Yet she had to know, so he pushed and pulled harder, speeding up the pace, putting the pressure on...

"D-down below," Blaze's words were half-grunted, her dark eyes wide and dilated, sucking in the hot air. Sweat from her breasts dripped on Lois in arcs in time with the thrusts and fell, some of it, on her face, her dry lips...

"Let me see them." Lois panted, barely hanging on. There was a wet schlap each time she drew her lover's hips into her own, and a schlick as the long prick was pushed unwillingly out of there, eager to dive back down into her warm, wet cave...and Lois wanted it to. Yet she persevered. "Promise me that?"