Rub It In

Lois raised her hands to her chest and ripped off her shirt. The fabric tore, and that heavy, hot syrup began to splash across her chest. Like drops of crude oil, the black blood of the earth, soaking into the tatters of her shirt, staining her bra.

She ran a hand across her collarbone, feeling the weight of the liquid, the way it made her skin tingle...imagined all of those little swimmers flagellating madly, trying to impregnate her skin. Lois drew the hand across her sternum, drawing aside the right cup of her brassiere to tweak a hard nipple.

It was like a one-shemale bukkake. Lois had watched those videos, not sure what people got off to about them. All that semen, but no penetration. Just to be an option of desire, painted with their lust, something soiled...and she had rubbed herself to them, once or twice, trying to imagine herself as the sole object to that accumulated lust. Now, here she was. No more fantasy.

Her cunt quivered as the reporter raised her hands to her face and began to rub that ebon cream all over her body. Slathered it in a long black trail down her soft stomach, rubbed it into her tits like oil...and she could still feel it rain down on her, hot ropes of fresh ejaculate spewing out of that gross, misshapen hose. Her plastered eyes opened just enough to look past the dark splooge and see Angelica working the shaft, obviously getting off on Lois' actions...

...and Lois was getting off on watching her splurt. Her hands wandered down, down, fingers scooping the charcoal-black sperm closer and closer to her crotch, and Blaze was right there, pointing her cock lower and lower, following the reporter's hands, adding fresh liquid layers to the rapidly-cooling jism. Lois knew that she must look like a Jackson Pollack painting, dappled and streaked and dripping...and then her hand clammed shut on top of her pussy, cupping her cunt and hiding it from view.

Blaze was there, both hands directing her cock like a hose, pointing it down between Lois' legs. Hot splashes struck against her hand, the one final barrier between all that dark cum...

That had been the ending, to some of those videos. The pussy bukkake. The one final barrier. All it took was a drop of cum, and a bitch could get pregnant. Knocked up. Life changed in a moment. But while she covered herself, if it didn't drip through...then Lois was in control. It was just sex; weird and excessive, but something mutual, not life-creating, life altering. The palm over her pussy was sweaty, the heat from her cunt hotboxed, and she dared not move, dared not rub it while Blaze dripped her black goo on her hand. Not unless...she wanted it...