End: This Is When Lois Lane Gets Knocked Up

Lois Lane had never felt someone cum inside her before. All her adult life, she had **** them to wear condoms, been on birth control, and the act of insemination itself—a teaspoonful of jizz, shot into the depths of her pussy, was too small to register.

Not this time.

The **** of the ejaculation hit her cervix like a pound of ball bearings dropped on the tight skin of a drum. Her whole body seemed to reverberate to rope after sticky rope, shot forth with such **** that the reporter could count each and every one. The cock throbbed, swelling almost to the point of pain inside of her, and then the cum would burst forth...again...and again...

"Ten...eleven...twelve..." Lois counted.

But she didn't climax herself until Blaze pulled out. Up on the screen, Lois Lane saw her fresh-fucked slit, the dickgirl's hands spreading her cunt so that the reporter could see the absolute pool of cum deep inside of her, the red donut of her cervix barely visible.

An electric shock seemed to go through Lois as she finally came. The pink tunnel convulsed, the cervix seemed to surge—and Lois Lane knew that it was opening, slurping sperm straight into her fertile womb.

"Damn, look at that." Angelica Blaze said. Holding the pussy open with one hand, she reached down and began to rub the reporter's clitoris. "I bet you want your womb to drink all that jizz, don't you?"

"Yes," Lois groaned, straining against her bonds. It was gross, indecent...and the most erotic thing she had ever seen. In her reverie, the reporter really hoped that this was the moment she got pregnant...that it would be so apt, so appropriate, so worth it to carry away from this encounter a reminder of her ultimate sexual experience.

Long minutes went by as Lois shuddered, her orgasm stretching out against the merciless **** on her clitoris, the vast image of her inseminated cunt spread out on the wall before her eyes.

The camera lurched. Lois saw a fat cock wobble in front of it, cutting off sight of her pussy.

"Lilith give me strength, I can't resist. This cunt is begging to be bred," Blaz said. "I hope you're ready darling...because while you might already be knocked up, I'm going to fuck you all night to be sure."

Lois instinctively squeezed her cum-filled pussy, feeling a bit of that trapped jizz ooze out in a long, wet drop. The last echoes of her climax were fading, but she was still hot...and if the dickgirl was up for more, than so was she.

As the cock once more took its place the head of the dick parting those lips once again, pushing the old cum before it as it prepared to deliver a fresh new load...Lois sighed in contentment.

All her life, she had chased excitement and adventure. Been the crusading reporter. Yet she had never felt a thrill of danger as much as when she had first seen Angelica Blaze's cock, and felt her own pussy dampen in instinctive response. This whole night had led up to this moment, and Lois was glad...glad not for the end of one adventure, for the momentary pleasure of getting reamed out like a prize breeding sow, but for the adventures ahead of her.

Maternity. Motherhood. And...perhaps...

"When I give birth to this one," Lois said as the panting, sweating dickgirl plowed her fertile cunt, the great balls swinging back and forth on screen. "Will you breed me again?"

"As many times as you want!" Angelica said in dire earnest, hugging the reporter's hips as though they were a lifeline, driving that cock once more just a bit too deep, Lois grunting in discomfort but eager to feel the shudder of those pounding bursts of sperm hammering at the entrance to her womb.

She would feel them again and again tonight. On until the misty gray dawn broke through the skies of Metropolis. For Lois Lane, this night out was about to end...but she knew, deep inside of her heart, that it would not be the last.