Inside Me

The words came from Lois lips, almost before she could think.

"Are you sure, slut?" Blaze hissed, as she pushed herself as far as she could go into Lois, and held it there, her hips grinding slowly against the reporter's ass. "You should know I'm not wearing any protection. What would you do if I had a disease?"

Lois felt two hot hands on her hips, holding her in place. Slowly, ever so slowly, she felt herself being leaned back. Blaze positioned herself on her knees, ass above her heels, and Lois was sitting up now, impaled on the shaft between her legs. She looked down and saw the large, dark testicles that hung right below her speared pussy, and a bright pink centimeter of soft flesh that disappeared into her own cunt lips.

Blaze lifted Lois up, very slightly, and let gravity push her back down on her dick. Again, a little higher. The woman's grip on Lois' hips were like a vise.

"What about your own protection? Been keeping up with your little pills, slut? Or maybe an intrauterine implant—very fashionable these days, so all the little cunts can get all the seed they need, no worries at all..."

"No," Lois breathed. Her breath was hot in her chest. The dick still wasn't hard inside of her, but it was so hot, and it seemed to fill every inch; there was a terrible pressure building deep inside of her as her vaginal muscles clamped and squeezed down. "No, I'm not on birth control. I...haven't had sex in a long time, I didn't need it..."

"Until now, sweetmeat." Lois was oddly fascinated, staring down at the hanging orbs of Blaze's testicles. They were the size of avocados...oranges. She wondered how much sperm those shemale balls could hold. Mentally, she started to calculate when her last period was...then she felt two points of fire on her back, and a wet pressure... Blaze had raised herself to kiss Lois' spine, and her tits were poking into the reporter's lower back.

"Is that what you want, slut?" Blaze said, as she began to raise and lower Lois again, lifting the reporter's hips up and slamming them back down, friction burning at Lois' hole. The reporter didn't want to think about the precum already inside of her...echoes of highschool health class, even the few sperm in precum could get a girl pregnant...but she'd never heard of that actually happening. It was just a statistical possibility, a remote, abstract thing. This was real, now, and she was riding it, the heat and pressure building up inside of her.

"Say it, slut." Blaze whispered, her voice choked with her own pleasure. "Tell me what you want. What you need."