End: Do Me

Maria set the full container of sperm on top of the cabinet. She fetched out an elastic, self-adhesive bandage. Lois Lane felt her heart beat as the young woman opened the package, peeled off the backing, and set it over the reporter's cunt. Like a giant bandaid, sealing the jizz inside her pussy.

Little trails of pussy-juice were dripping down Maria's legs as she finished.

"Okay," she said. "My turn."

Lois Lane rolled onto her hands and knees. She could almost feel the semen slosh inside her, but the bandage over her pussy wasn't allowing a drop to spill out. The reporter didn't relish the idea of taking the bandage off...but the very idea of it holding that splooge inside her pussy made it difficult for her not to just rub her pussy right then and there. She probably would, too...

...except that Maria was assuming the position, on her back, legs up against the cabinets.

The young woman wasn't quite as athletic as Lois Lane, though. She needed help. Lois licked her lips and grabbed her legs, standing over Maria as she helped the woman get into position, her bigger breasts falling into the young woman's face. The splayed cunt before Lois looked wet...and ready.

"Last chance," Lois Lane said. "You sure you want this?"

"Would you stop if I said no?"

Lois hesitated. The cup of semen was in her hand. The pussy was right there in front of her, the pink flesh between the labia looking like raw salmon. In truth, a part of her wanted to do it, even if Maria said no. To feel her wiggle and beg and cry as she poured the semen directly into her womb.

The moment passed.

"Just do me," Maria said, voice on edge. "I want to feel it."

With two fingers, Lois spread the fat lips of the young woman's labia. It was hard, with her legs in the air, Maria wavering, not quite steady. The reporter's fingers ached as she pried open the entrance to her vagina, the pale pink tunnel smelling a little musty and fishy. And she gently brought the cup down and tipped it.

The top part was the most liquid, the runniest. It slid down into the dark chasm of the young woman's cunt easily. Lois could hear Maria start to pant. But the rest of the cup was thicker, slower. The reporter turned it up at higher and higher angles, aiming the thick glaze right into the middle of the hole, watching it slide down...and then drip down...until all that remained at the bottom were clotted chunks of sperm.

"Waste not, want not," Lois said. Still holding the pussy open with one hand, with her other she ran one finger along the inside, scooping the jizz out, and then scraping it off along the edge of Maria's unprotected pussy, letting the nasty globs of sperm slide down toward her cervix.

There was one more cup of sperm in the fridge. Lois left Maria there for a moment, then went to fetch it. The name on it started with an M.

"Maria," Lois asked, curiously. "What was your name from before...when you were a guy?"

"Martin," she said. "Why?"

Lois felt her heart give a little jump. A wicked smile cracked her lips as she broke the seal.

"No reason," she lied. "Just curious. Are you sure you want this?"

"Positive!" Maria insisted. "Hurry!"

Odds were, neither of them were pregnant. That their pussies would be too acidic, the cold cum too lethargic, to actually take hold. They might not be ovulating today, or in the next few days, although Lois thought that she herself probably was. Still, there was a wicked thrill to the idea that maybe...just maybe...with this bath of cold jizz that Maria might be impregnated with her own cum.

It was an evil thought. Lois couldn't keep the smile from her face.

Even when she had finished, carefully scraping the last of the sperm into the young woman's cum-filled cunt with her finger, Lois felt a knowing half-grin on her face. Her cheeks hurt by the time she adhered Maria's own flesh-colored bandage over her pussy, to keep the double-load of potent seed inside of her.

Then, by mutual consent, they dressed and were gone, out of the clinic, out and away from the madness of strange medical experiments and horny dickgirls. Out into Metropolis in the wee hours of the morning, two women with secrets between their legs. The city could be generous, if you had the money and knew where to go for a cup of coffee, a bowl of hot pho, a cab to a clean apartment where a bottle of wine and an old black-and-white movie was waiting.

It wasn't quite a date; more like an unspoken pact. Neither of them wanted to be the first to take off their bandage, to breach the seal, to let the accumulated cum flow out of their cunts. Hand in hand, they were already thinking about getting knocked up, together...

...and as Lois Lane's night out wended down, in her own apartment, Maria's head in her lap as they watched Humphrey Bogart tell Sam to play it again, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter knew that while she hadn't quite gotten the story she wanted, she had definitely found something worth keeping.