A Math Test

Angelica Blaze reached behind her, and when her hand reappeared a small baggy of pink pills was clutched in her fingertips. The reporter kept her face neutral at this magic trick—although in truth, she was slightly impressed, as the **** dealer was scarcely wearing enough clothes to conceal more ****. Lois rationalized that perhaps the woman had kept the stash in her long black hair...but then Blaze spoke.

"Now Jenny...do you want more pills?" Blaze said, catching the bimbo's eyes. "Bigger titties?"

The blonde nodded, eagerly.

"Then I'll tell you what. Sit on that chair and cram as many fingers inside your pussy as you can, and I'll give you a pill for each one you can squeeze in there. Okay?"

Jenny Dunlap smiled and nodded. Lois Lane watched her lower her plumper ass into the chair, knees spread wide as though that was the most natural position in the world. The bimbo fiddled with the one-piece swimsuit, as if not sure how it worked...and then the blonde seemed to figure it out. The reporter stared at the bare, shaven pussy that seemed oddly plump, the inner lips extending out from the labia, not darker then the rest as she imagined but a brighter pink.

"A side-effect," Blaze said. "All the blood rushing down to the genitals arouses them easily, the nerves grow and become more sensitive, they lubricate more...women that have been dry and had difficulty with penetration al their lives suddenly find themselves wetter than the Nazarene's tears."

Something about the way Angelica phrased that sounded a warning to Lois. Perhaps it was just that Blaze wasn't American, for she certainly had an accent, however good her English was...but if that was a slip, what did it mean?

Meanwhile, Jenny had begun to moan. Foolishly, the young woman had tried to cram all of her fingers inside of herself at once...but her pussy, wet as it was, wasn't ready for that yet. Instead, she sank down lower in the chair, until her chin was buried in her cleavage, the mounds of the swollen tits scarcely contained by the swimsuit, eyes focused on the baggie of pills that dangled from the dealer's fingertips.

Four fingers, too from each hand, slid into Jenny's cunny...and as Lois watched, they pulled those lips apart, as though opening the curtains at a theater. The blonde's panting grew labored, her legs trembling as they widened, ankles hooking behind the front legs. Slowly, achingly Jenny exerted her strength...and as the pink gap widened, letting Lois see deeper and deeper into her body, the blonde worked more of her fingers in, grunting in pleasure and discomfort as her cunny was filled...until, Lois saw with stark amazement, that eight fingers were buried inside, the hands turned toward each other so that the knuckles rubbed one against the other, the thumbs futilely rubbing against the clit.

"That's enough, Jenny," Blaze said. "Good job. Now, how many pills do I owe you?"

Jenny blinked, her brow furrowed. Then in a querulous voice she said:

"...four-er?"

Angelica Blaze smiled at Lois "Close enough. Convinced now?"

The reporter nodded. If Jenny was acting, she should have gone to Hollywood.

"I suppose," Lois said.

"Good. Then watch carefully as I give Jenny her reward."