End: You're Getting It All

"No," Maria said, tearing off the top of the fourth container. "You're getting it all."

Lois' heart skipped a beat...and then began to thunder more fiercely in her chest. Her legs wobbled and her head pounded, a quiver reaching up from her pussy and traveling down her spine. It was as though the only part of her that was still was the very center of her being, with the collected lake of sperm sitting on top of it.

"When I was a guy...before the experiment..." Maria confessed, holding Lois' cuntlips open and pouring in the cool white ooze. "I dreamed about knocking women up. I would masturbate every day, jerking my pathetic dick, dreaming of spilling my seed inside all of those unobtainable women..."

A finger scraped against the cup, collecting the last of the goo, and wiping it off on the rim of the reporter's tunnel. She heard Maria reach for another cup.

"Even when I realized I...was not normal...I still held onto that dream. You know what it's like, being a lesbian trapped in a man's body? But still tied up with that whole breeding urge?" The empty cup dropped into the basket. Another one opened. Five...

"Don't get me wrong, I was ecstatic when my biological gender finally matched my mental gender. I'll never be able to repay Lexcorp for what they've done to me...and considering the other test subjects, well, I think you'll agree that I got off rather lucky."

The fingers pried Lois' pussy wider apart now, almost uncomfortably so. Lois could feel the heavy jizz inside her pussy, although she couldn't imagine how much there actually was...amazed she wasn't overflowing yet. But apparently, there was still room. So Maria began to pour.

"The whole idea of getting a woman pregnant—I thought that was just a lost opportunity. A pipe dream, like being an astronaut, or fucking Superman. I never imagined I would run into a cum-hungry bitch like you." The words were harsh, degrading, but Maria said them with such obvious excitement and endearment that Lois knew she meant every one of them...in a good way.

The final cup hit the trash can. Lois swallowed, wondering what was coming next. Her brain was already afire with the terrible danger of the ordeal, knowing how easily she could get pregnant today, and her she was with a pussy full of potent cum soaking slowly into her cervix.

Lois felt Maria pinch her labia together.

That's odd, the reporter thought to herself. Is she trying to get me to hold it in? I mean, I have to move sometim—

There was a ripping sound, and bits of fine paper fell into the wastebasket. Lois watched the little white bits flutter...and then she felt it, something elastic and adhesive being pressed firmly yet carefully across her pussy, from just beneath the hard little bean of her clitoris to almost touching her asshole. Maria smoothed out the edges with her fingers.

"Maria," Lois croaked. "What..."

"Waterproof bandage. It'll hold it all in, where it will do the most good. Skin-color, too. You almost look like a fucked up Barbie doll, from this vantage point. All except for your little joy buzzer...which looks just..."

Lois could feel her breathing deepen as Maria's hot breath brushed against her clit.

"...so..."

Rivulets of liquid were running down Maria's thighs, the young woman slowly popping down into a squat, pussy and ass seeming to grow as they descended toward the reporter's face. Lois could see the pussy above her squirm and flex in anticipation. The labia looked red and swollen, begging to be sucked, licked, fucked...

"...kissable." Maria ended by placing her lips against the reporter's clit, at the same time her pussy crashed into Lois' face.

It was different from before. The weight and mass of Maria's body pressed into Lois' face, making it difficult to breathe as the wet heat of her pussy enveloped the reporter's nose, her neck immediately complaining of the strain...but Lois doubted the woman cared. At the moment she was all about the clit.

Lois shivered until strong hands gripped her knees, keeping her thighs apart and hard against the cold metal filing cabinets as Maria licked and sucked at Lois' joy buzzer. Never in her life had her clitoris been so thoroughly washed, cleaned, examined and titillated. Maria's tongue flicked and kissed, alternately sucking gently and earnestly, then pressing hard against it with all of her might.

Instinctively, the reporter knew what Maria was trying to do.

She wants me to cum, Lois thought to herself, feeling the uncomfortable fullness of her pussy, the slowly growing heat of sexual excitement within her. She wants me to orgasm, to draw that seed into my cervix...to guarantee that I get knocked up. That's her fantasy, and she wants to make it a reality.

Sometimes, Lois knew, she didn't orgasm easily. At home, on her own, with sex toys and a bottle of wine and some good porn, she could get off. Her lovers had rarely made her cum, though she had grown adept at faking it for their sakes—and some of them could make her feel quite good! Just not driver her over the precipice into that state of taut, moaning ecstasy that every girl dreamed of.

In her heart, Lois knew she could tire Maria out—probably even overpower her, turn the tables on the young woman. For a bright moment, Lois thought of doing just that, of wrestling the bitch into submission, of pressing her pussy against Maria's and ripping off that bandaid, to let all the cum flow into the other pussy...to share the load, so to speak.

Lois kept her teeth to herself, and focused on that image...the dark well of her pussy, full to the brim with sperm that were even now stirring to life, swimming about with single-minded purpose, hunting for an egg...

...because Lois knew that Maria's fantasy was hers too. The reporter wanted to get pregnant. The very idea of it sent shivers down her spine, aching as it was from being too long in this position. Lois wanted her cervix to open and gulp greedily of the gathered splooge, to keep that bandaid on as long as she could stand it, just to give the little swimmers every opportunity to find their target.

But first, Lois Lane had to cum.

So she relaxed, tried to breathe in the hot, muff-tainted air of Maria's crevice, to keep her aching legs open wide and try to encourage that burning excitement that was growing around her little button, as Maria kept sucking and licking, kissing and slurping, pressing hard one minute and soft the next, hard and soft, hard and soft, hard and soft...

Lois gasped as it began, her mouth opening wide, tongue instinctively plunging ahead into the soft, wet, sour depths, causing Maria to squeal and lose her rhythm—but the reporter had already started.

It moved through her body like an earthquake, a seismic tremor along the sensitive fault-line of her clitoris, with all the buried nerve endings lighting up, causing muscles to tighten, and as her pussy squeezed hard enough Lois could feel rivulets of warm jizz try to leak out, that contract set off other nerves, which set off other muscles and in moments her whole body was shaking, struggling, trying to curl up and stretch out at once, firecrackers going off in Lois vision, heart threatening to boom out of her chest like a cannon, and somewhere deep inside she knew the cervix was pulsing, sucking in semen, ferrying the little soldiers off to their first and final siege...

Maria could feel it, too. She lifted herself off of Lois and sank down next to the reporter. Lois let herself slide down, suddenly aware of the terrible crick in her neck, the unaccustomed lower back pain.

Better get used to that, Lois thought, eyeing her tummy ruefully. When I get big.

The night ended there, in many ways. Though Lois and Maria giggled and joked, the young woman patting the reporter's stomach gently. There was a parting of ways coming, and they both knew it. Lois to go write her strange story about illegal medical experiments and missing women, Maria to disappear into the byzantine grey mass of LexCorp's illegal medical research. They had their fun, and now it was over.

Yet Lois knew, as she laid a hand on top of Maria's on top of her belly, that they had created something too—and that Lois would always have someone to remember this wild night by.