Just A Little Bit

Lois rubbed her pussy against that horse cock, pressing her clit directly into the swollen organ. She could feel her climax near as she rubbed her button harder and faster, and the humping was stimulating the black shemale as well. The reporter's breath began to come in short, quick pants as her hips jerked back and forth.

"Cum for me baby," she moaned. "I want to see you nut in your own mouth. Fucking swallow your own jizz."

The cock beneath her trembled, and Lois gasped. Her clit was on fire, super-sensitive. The tiniest twitch of the fat black dick beneath her felt like a caress, the playful buzz of a vibrator, the hard fingers of a lover. Lois moved faster, the heat growing. She had never felt this good...

Never. Lois though, and with sudden suspicion paused to look at her clit.

Normally, the reporter's bean was smaller than the tip of her littlest finger, nestled deep within her hood, and in turn often hidden by her labia. When sexually excited it turned into a hard little nub, swelling and emerging a little from its home—but not far.

Now she stared down at a pink nub like the tip of her thumb, distending the skin beneath it...and it was dark black.

Carefully, Lois reached down and touched the engorged titty. Her body shook as her finger brushed the super-sensitive surface. She explored the length of it, feeling the hard mass beneath the skin—because most of the clitoris, she knew, was not at the surface like a man's cock at all, but buried inside—and her pussy felt incredibly sensitive.

What set her off, finally, was the slight swell of the faux-Vixen's cock, which caused her fingers to press down hard on her clit. Lois felt her thighs clamp together, muscles contracting automatically as the orgasm went off inside her body. Her pussy shuddered and spasmed, internal muscles trying to milk a cock that wasn't there. Somewhere far away, Lois heard the black shemale gagging as her own huge load pulsed into her mouth.

Lois let the orgasm subside before rolling off of the horse-cocked shemale, who lay panting and nearly **** from the **** of her own ejaculation. The reporter resisted the urge to rub her own swollen junk. Waiting several minutes for her body to calm down, she saw the clit retreat...although it remained dark in color, and more prominent than it had been before.

Not the worst mutation, Lois figured, as she slipped back into her pants. Now, to find those missing women...