I Can Take It

The words were out of Lois Lane's moth before the reporter could really think through the consequences. She redoubled her bouncing on the cock, determination jelling into as much as a pounding fuck as she could manage when two-thirds of the dick remained obstinately outside her pussy.

I'm gonna make you cum inside me! The reporter shouted mentally as the confused black shemale beneath started to get that faraway look in her eyes that Lois normally associated with men on the verge of orgasm.

I will not be defeated by this cock!

Her belly hurt. Too many slaps to the cervix. Her knees wobbled, thighs burning like she'd done a hundred squats. It was a lot more intense, riding the end of a big dick, when you couldn't rest your ass against them. But Lois powered through, glad for all the long hours in the gym that kept her in shape.

The cock started to stiffen. The reporter held her breath, the runner seeing the finish line at last. Her whole lower body ached, muscles screaming at her, pussy feeling numb wherever it didn't hurt. Pregnancy, disease, her mission...everything fell to the wayside as Lois focused on her singular, all-consuming goal.

Lois Lane's first clue that the faux-Vicen was cumming was when the black woman's eyes rolled up into her head, showing only the whites. It became more difficult to move, the cock swollen wide enough that Lois found she couldn't slide on it easily, the flared horse's knob trapped inside of her. She winced, painfully, as she tried to pull her pussy up and down, but it was as though the reporter was stuck fast...

...and then the heat and pressure began to build. Lois Lane looked down in her stomach and winced, feeling the head of the cock there in the skin right above her crotch...and as the cock twitched, it got more painful, skin distending ever so slightly...and Lois knew those massive balls had created a truly inhuman load.

Humans only cum, what, a teaspoon? 5 ml. Horses... Lois thought back. ...horses can cum 150-500 ml.

Lois Lane thought about what half a liter of semen would feel like. Even 150 ml was equivalent to a soda can worth of jizz. Gangbang levels of insemination. She placed a hand on the little round bump protruding right above her pussy. She couldn't feel the cock through her skin. It was tight, taut, packed with liquid...sore and sensitive to the touch...

Stuck, where she was, the reporter looked down at the black woman who was, it seemed, little more than a life-support system for her cock and balls...and found her eyes closed, breathing gently. Totally passed out.

I won, she thought. Then blinked, considering her situation. Now what?