End: Her Seed

Something pressed against the reporter's lips. Instinctively, still playing the game, Lois Lane opened her mouth...and the salty tingle on her tongue was not too different from the oysters...but this was no soft, slimy invertebrate. The hard, hot meat that met her lips was stiff as a steel bar, the smell a pungent musk that hit the back of her throat and set the reporter's mouth to salivating...and then Lois Lane's violet eyes focused on what was going on in front of her.

At some point, Lois Lane had slipped down in her chair, her ass hanging off the edge, knees bent, overstuff gut poking out of her t-shirt...and Angelica Blaze, tall and leggy, now stood astride her, the tip of her stiff dick pressed against the reporter's lips. Frenziedly stroking that cock, face burning red, eyes rolled up until all Lois could see were the whites...

Maybe it had been the oysters, or the champagne. Lois had read that both were aphrodisiacs. Yet her first instinct wasn't to bite the cock in front of her...it was a the sense that, stuffed as she was with what felt like dozens of oysters, there was still a little room left for dessert.

The reporter grabbed onto the edge of the table as she licked the cockslit. Blaze's frenzied knuckle-shuffle on her shaft was bouncing the cock against the reporter's lips, but Lois enjoyed the slimy, salty precum that oozed out of the cockhole. It made her tongue tingle. The saliva built up in her mouth. The reporter could feel the eating-sweat take a carnal turn, her whole body heating up, pussy squeezing and squelching as it remembered her earlier fucking.

"Eat it," Angelica huffed, her face twisting into almost a demonic mask. "Eat my jizz!"

She didn't have to tell Lois. The reporter's lips had already latched onto the cock head, teeth almost chomping down, holding it in place as that thick gravy, salty and bitter and savory, gushed out onto her tongue...and maybe it was the champagne, and maybe it was just that Lois was so horny, but she swallowed it down without hesitation, adding that last creampie to her already groaning stomach.

Until Blaze's cock, limp and soft, slid from the reporter's lips. Bending down, the dickgirl helped Lois back into her chair. The reporter groaned as she rubbed the small bulge of a food baby.

"Oh, this is going to cause some indigestion later," Lois moaned...and thought about after that, when everything would have to come out of her, and the hours at the gym after that to work it off. There was always a price for overindulgence.

"I could give you a belly rub," Blaze said. "Perhaps...after dessert? They do an amazing gelato."

"I don't think I could eat another bite," Lois said, honestly...but Blaze flashed a perfectly wicked smile as she tucked her cock away.

"Ah, sweetmeat...there's always room for gelato," she said.

So there was, as it turned out...and for coffee, afterward. Then a nightcap, back at Lois Lane's apartment, where Angelica did give her that belly rub...and nuzzled the reporter's crotch and slicked and slurped until Lois cried out, her stomach a roiling ball of indigestion...and they had settled, at last, into bed together.

Lois had thought it was a one-night-stand. A crazy night out. Except in the darkness before dawn, she awoke, like a cat, all senses awake and aware but without giving any sign that she wasn't still sleeping...and she felt Blaze's finger, making slow circles around her navel, and whispering to herself.

"Eat up Lois...after all, you're not just eating for one anymore..."

In the dark, Lois Lane shivered at the implications...but her traitorous stomach could not repress a loud gurgle, and a sudden pang of hunger.