End: Inseminate You

"No!" Lois Lane gasped at this pronouncement. She struggled to rise...but invisible hands clutched tight to her waist, keeping the reporter firmly impaled on her invisible lover's lap, the cock so deep inside of her that it hurt, the stiff member throbbing.

"Yes," the voice said. "Come now Lois. What are you afraid of?"

"It...it's dangerous!" Lois wiggled, throwing back sharp elbows. She felt the impact, but it did nothing to win her freedom.

"That's what makes it so exciting, doesn't it?" The invisible voice said, husky and soft. "You don't know who is cumming inside of you, or what will come of it. You could get a disease...or pregnant!"

Lois gasped as sharp teeth bit into her neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. The sudden pain momentarily distracted her from the cock that pulsed inside of her.

Her invisible lover released the reporter's neck.

"Admit it, Lois. Isn't it exciting? Haven't you ever wanted to just let yourself go, live dangerously? I'll bet you can feel your heart thundering a mile a minute right now..."

It was true. Lois could feel her pulse pound. She squirmed around as much as she could, failing to budge a single inch. The worst part of it was, Lois could feel how wet she was. Absolutely soaked. She couldn't remember the last time her cunny had been this...

The reporter froze and stared down between her legs.

A black goo was oozing out of her twat, the labia spread open around the invisible cock. The reporter's jaw dropped as she saw the oily goop slowly drip over the huge invisible balls, giving the outline of them...and her head spun as to what it meant.

"You...you've already cum inside me?" She said.

"I'm still inseminating you," he lover said with a laugh. "I've been saving up this load all night. All my little tadpoles, swimming around in your snatch. Doesn't it feel good?"

Lois Lane was too shocked for words. It had been fun...exciting even...but now staring down at the black cum dripping out of her splayed-open twat, the reporter couldn't put a word to the emotions she felt. Excited? Horrified?

Then an invisible hand slipped off her hip—and Lois gasped as it touched her clit.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" That sultry voice whispered in the reporter's air. Lois watched as her clitoris moved on its own in small circles. She coughed, aware once more of the smoke in the air. An invisible foot moved and crushed the cigarette that had fallen to the carpet.

Despite the reporter's protests, it did feel good. She found herself breathing in through her mouth, tasting that smoke. Squeezed her pussy and watched the line liquid liens of black goo ooze out of her. The cock was still deep inside, but it didn't hurt as much any more...and the reporter's nipples were hard and aching, her pussy hot and wet...and then those lips found another space on her neck, just a hint of teeth this time.

Lois couldn't escape. Maybe she didn't want to. As her hips moved on their own, grinding in small circled, hands reaching up to squeeze and fondle her breasts, leaning against her invisible lover...Lois knew she should fight, call for help, do something, but it all felt so...so...

There was a moment of anticipation before Lois went over the edge. A flutter deep within, that triggered a spasm in her cunny. An electric wave radiated out from her lap as her thighs drew together, closing on those fingers. The reporter's back arched, and her mouth opened as she let out a high-pitched whine, her whole body quivering, ass clenched tight, a ripple sparking up her spine and exploding behind her eyes.

The reporter was boneless and quivering as invisible hands lifted her up—Lois gave a little moan as the cock slipped out of her, black jizz oozing out of her momentarily gaping fuckhole—and turned the covers aside to lay Lois down and tuck her in.

"That was fun, sweetmeat. If you'd like, perhaps we can do this again sometime."

Lois wanted to ask questions...so many questions...and then she winced in pain as, climax over, her cervix reminded her why she didn't fuck cocks that big as a regular thing. The exhausted reporter curled on her side, one hand clamped between her cum-drenched legs to hold her wounded pussy...wondering if in the morning this night out would make any more sense, or if this had all been a dream.