Epilogue: Marvelbreeder II: Good Breeding

A thought occurred to the dickgirl, as the Invisible Woman bade her leave—she looked down to the naked woman's slit, and noted that it was ajar, as though held open, though not a drop of cum oozed out of the gaping puss. Instantly, Lois realized that Susan Storm-Richards had plugged herself with a forcefield, to hold the seed inside.

Lois smiled. She stretched, languidly, her cock flopped a little.

"When are your husband and children due back?"

The blonde, who stood bent over the bed to take off the sheets, frowned. "Well, they probably won't be back for a week...but now that we're finished, there's no need to keep you here."

Right through the middle of your cycle, Lois thought.

"But I can't leave until the job is finished—and we've only just started. I haven't made you climax yet," Lois said.

The Invisible Woman straightened and frowned.

"No, really, your...sperm sample was quite sufficient," Susan said firmly. She took a deep breath. "And I'm not going to cheat on my husband."

"Of course not—not with a man. I wasn't suggesting we have sex," Lois said. "But you've had difficulty getting pregnant, haven't you? Even IVF involves multiple attempts—and conception is much more likely if the woman climaxes."

Lois laid a hand gently on the blonde's shoulder. "You need to climax...I can help you with that."

The blonde's eyes narrowed.

"How, exactly, do you plan to help?" Susan Storm-Richards said.

"Well, I was thinking we could masturbate together," Lois said. "Some of my other clients have difficulty achieving a good, solid orgasm. Sometimes I help them with an erotic massage...or observe their technique and offer advice."

"I can masturbate on my own just fine, thank you," the Invisible Woman said...and then hesitated. She seemed to chew the thought. "No touching, right?"

Lois took her hand off the heroine's shoulder. "No unwanted contact. I just want to help. That's why I'm here, right?"

The reporter gave her most disarming smile, projected the most sincere aura of helpfulness and good manners that she could. She could almost sense the war that was going on within Susan Storm-Richard's mind...she had been unfulfilled by their little sex act, for all that Lois had filled her womb to the brim, and she had brought Lois here to help.

"Okay," Susan said. "But no touching."

Which is how they both ended up on the bed once again. Susan had her back propped up against the backboard, her legs spread. Lois, pillows piled up behind her, faced her, her soft cock pointed in the general direction of Susan's gaping cunny, still plugged with the invisible dildo.

"Are you comfortable?" Lois asked.

"I guess," Susan said. The dickgirl noted that the MILF's nipples were still hard, and there were signs of wetness around the invisible pussy plug.

"First," Lois said. "Show me your technique. Just start masturbating as you normally would, if I weren't here."

Susan frowned...but she closed her eyes and her hands moved. The middle two fingers of her right hand moved down over her bald mound and found her clit. Her left hand reached up to her right breast and gave it a little squeeze. Eyes closed, the reporter's cheeks grew rosy red within a moment, and Lois watched as the full lips opened as she began to breathe a little harder...and the reporter's cock began to swell again.

Slowly, Lois began to stroke her shaft, her eyes focused on the reporter's gaping pussy.

"You must do this often, since your husband went limp," Lois said. She watched that pale brow furrow in agitation, and Lois paused. "Don't stop. Keep going. Just answer me."

Susan frowned and resumed. "Yes. Well, I'm still a woman. I have needs."

"Of course you do," Lois said as her cock began to rise. As always with a swift re-erection, there was a strain in her prick...but Lois was willing to put up with that, if this worked. "Does your husband help you with that? Massage your breasts? Suck on your clit?"

"N-no," Lois said. "He's...busy. I don't like to disturb him, not when he's working..."

"Even if he can't get hard anyway?" Lois said, and now the shaft was hard. She worked it in long, slow strokes, the purple head always pointed toward that splayed pink split. "Did you ever masturbate together?"

"I mean...before the kids..." Susan Storm-Richards said.

"Open your eyes, Mrs. Richards," Lois said.

The heroine did. The irises were dilated, the tip of a pink tongue on her parted lips, her soft breasts rose and fell in deep, regular breaths...

"Think of it like pornography, Mrs. Richards," Lois said. "You've seen porn, haven't you? We're not doing anything wrong. I'm just here to help you cum. A little visual stimulation. It's very important for you to climax. You can put up a wall between us, if you like..."

There was no physical motion...but suddenly , there was something between them. Lois flexed her toes and ran into an unseen barrier, like an inch-thick slab of glass.

"...just like that. Now...what do you want me to do?" Lois said.

Susan blinked. "What?"

"I'm here to provide you stimulation," Lois said. The dickgirl leaned forward and gathered her legs beneath her. On her knees, she pressed the glans of her cock against that invisible barrier, which left behind a smear in mid-air on the transparent surface. "So tell me what you want to see me do. Suck my cock? Play with my ass? Whatever makes you hot. I'm here for you..."

Again, that incredible will faced a losing battle. Lois could almost see Susan Storm-Richard's morals crumble, just a little. They had gone this far...but they hadn't crossed the final barrier.

"I guess...rub your cock against the barrier," Susan took a deep breath and squeezed her breast a little harder. "And...tell me about the other women you've bred."

Lois grinned. She placed her palms against the invisible barrier and thrust her hips. The hard cock, which now oozed precum freely, rubbed against the wall between them. With her journalistic skill, Lois told her story...from that first night at the club through her various encounters.

Susan Storm-Richards continued to rub her clit, this time with eyes and ears open. The gaping pussy began to swell and shift as she used her powers to move the plug inside of her, or maybe to just increase and shrink the size. Lois could feel the heat rise in her own body as she thrust her prick against the invisible wall...and both of them were hot now. Lois could see the invisible woman's hips twitch. Her eyes had that glazed look she had seen before in women that were on the verge. The invisible woman's right hand was a blur, the arm stiff as she struggled on the precipice.

"Are you about to cum, Lois? I'm about to cum," Lois said. She pressed her forehead against the invisible water. "You want my cum inside you, don't you? You want my baby. I want you to have my baby...I want my cum inside you...I'm so close...but this barrier is in the way..."

It could have gone either way, Lois knew. Susan Storm-Richards could have simply opened a hole in the wall. Could have created a tube to suck the semen into her pussy, like she had done before. What happened instead is that the wall vanished. Lois Lane fell forward. Her cock aimed at the cunny. The blonde MILF's pussy pulled itself wide apart as though an invisible speculum stretched it to the max...and Lois Lane, with the last vestige of her self-control, grabbed her cock and stroked it hard and fast as Susan Storm began to scream and her thighs quiver.

Lois Lane's second load burst out and crossed the few inches of air to splash straight into the splayed-open pussy. She huffed and humped the air as she saw the white jizz, still thick for her second shot, pool in the deep depths of the Invisible Woman's cunt...and Susan Storm-Richards shook and moaned as she came for what must have been the first time in weeks...months...

...and as the dickgirl's cock, rubbed raw, began to sink, she asked the question.

"Do you mind if I wipe the last drop off in your pussy?" Lois asked. "Waste not, want not."

The blue eyes fixed on hers. The lips were dry. Susan Storm-Richards panted. It was a simple decision, as she saw the great which glob that hung off the tip of Lois Lane's prick.

"Okay," she said.

Lois leaned forward. For the first time, her cock made actual contact with the Invisible Woman's cunt...and Lois knew, if she wanted to, she could have plunged her half-hard prick right into that steamy slit. But that would mean Susan would never trust her again.

So instead, she carefully scraped the jizz that clung to the tip of her dick off on the very edge of the heroine's pussy...and leaned back, on her heels.

"So...I think I should stay here a few days. A few more sessions and I'll know you're pregnant. You don't mind that, do you Mrs. Richards?"

"I...suppose," the Invisible Woman said. "And...call me Sue."