Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Does Lois Have Time To Cum?

There's Always Time To Cum

Once, as a cub reporter interviewing farmers outside of Metropolis, Lois Lane had listened as the old men talked about how you can get hypnotized by some of the mechanical equipment. The steady whirring of the thresher blades, moving so fast you could hardly see them, watching the wheat just melt away—and the strange, terrible fascination that takes hold of you, wondering what would happen if you just put your hand into that space, for just a moment.

All of them were missing parts of their hands.

Now Lois understood, at least a little, how they felt.

Angelica Blaze's tongue seemed to hit the reporter's pussy like a weedwhacker. So fast and furious that Lois lay back gobsmacked as her clit and cunt were assailed without mercy. As the warm tide of the semen stream rose up to her ankles, it was all that Lois could do not to scream.

Heedless of the danger of the rising stream, Lois gasped, unable to remember the last time she had let herself go this far, or come this close to cumming, with anyone.

Her back arched, thrusting her cunny into that lashing, swirling tongue. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing the hard nipples out between her fingers. An uncontrollable shiver was creeping up her spine, the reporter's whole body shaking. Toes clenched, sending warm jizz squelching between them, and thighs quivered as though caught in a fever. Silver spots danced before Lois Lane's eyes as she gasped, the mouth slurping hard and long and deep, and of a sudden as her whole body seized up in a single paroxysm of pleasure, the jism lapped Angelica's chin and flowed into the reporter's spasming cunt.

Lois Lane screamed...and Angelica's eyes laughed as she pushed the white cream into the reporter's snatch. Too late, Lois felt her buttocks begin to slide down inside the semen-slick stone...and then they were both falling into that stream of cum, born away by the current, they know not where.