Fill Her Up

Maneuvering Lois so that she was on her back on top of the toilet seat, Angelica pushed her thighs up, body contorting as her knees approached her ears, ass pointing into the air. Lois panted, feeling the muscles strain in her legs, back, abdomen...

"Grab your knees," Blaze' tone was a command, an echo of her father's voice in her teens, imperious and not brooking any discussion. Lois hands found the back of her knees...and just like that, the shemale let go. The reporter huffed as now her arms strained, to hold her body in this position...

A position that left her cunt completely defenseless. Angelica Blaze savored the view for a moment, stroking her raging erection.

"You wanted me to paint you," the shemale knelt down in front of Lois. Strong, knowing fingers spread the reporter's cum splattered pussy, and Lois could only watch as the protective lips parted, and her vagina revealed itself.

"You didn't care about the consequences," Blaze let a long tongue hang out of her mouth, and began to scoop the black jism into Lois' waiting hole. She could feel the cooling slime pour into her tunnel.

"Now, I'm going to give you what you really want," she stood up. Still holding Lois' cuntlips apart with her fingers, Blaze brought the head of her cock right up to the entrance to the reporter's vagina, the lower lip of the glans just resting on the gaping orifice's lower edge.

At that moment, Lois knew she was fucked. No, not even fucked—she was going to get inseminated without even the pleasure of getting plowed. A quivering sponge waiting to get soaked. Like those mindless cows that the farmer impregnates without a bull.

Lois had never been wetter in her life.

Eyes stared into Lois' own, blazing as from within. "Tell me you want it." Her lips were pulled back in a rictus grin, and Lois could tell that the shemale was on edge, ready to blow her load again, so soon...

"Fill me up," the reporter put a pleading edge to the words. "I need it."

The ejaculation was slow. No great streams of backed-up sperm, held in long abeyance. This was fresh from the source. It oozed out of the tip of the dick, hot and fresh, black baby gravy that dripped out in a steady stream, disappearing right into the dark cavern of Lois' exposed cunt.

She could feel the hot jism as it flowed down her love canal, to pool against her cervix...and her legs and arms quivered, muscles burning to stay ingot position as it kept coming. Lois was sure entire minutes were going by as pump and ebony pump flowed from the head of the shemale's cock, Blaze's face a look of total concentration as if totally focused on the act of insemination.

It was superhuman, Lois had no doubt. No human being could control themselves like that...nor continue to jizz this long. Most men shot their wad in three or four ropes and were spent, even the ones that were so fucked out that their pathetic orgasms dribbled out of the raw tips of their dicks couldn't draw out an orgasm this long...not like a woman could. Yet here Blaze was, determined to fulfill her mission...and her mission was to fill Lois Lane to the brim.

Lois herself was near her limit. Ache and burning in her arms and legs gave way to actual pain, like holding an exercise position to long. More, she could feel the tremendous liquid warmth of the sperm and seminal fluid in her pussy. How deep was the average cunt? How many milliliters of spunk could it hold? The reporter wasn't sure...but she could feel that the level was near the top.

At last, Blaze grunted...and withdrew. Her mighty cock dropped, spent. Lois Lane licked her lips, then leaned her neck forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the shemale's handiwork.

Staring at her own pussy, just past the clitoris, the lips looked like they enveloped a black pool, like liquid obsidian.