Epilogue: Marvelbreeder III: Invisible Insemination

Lois Lane slept in the nude. She turned up the heat, so that she could sleep comfortably without any sheets or blankets over her. With the door of the guest room open, a hot waft of air that carried her scent out into the surrounding corridor. Where anyone walking by might glance in and catch an eyeful of the sleeping dickgirl.

It was on her last night that someone moved, silent as a ghost, into the room. Like a cat, Lois knew she wasn't alone...but she gave no sign. Her breasts rose and fell with slow, steady rhythm. Her eyes remained shut. Not that it mattered. The reporter-turned-breeder was sure that if she opened them, there were be nothing to see.

Susan Storm-Richards had a strong will. She was faithful to her husband, a good wife and mother. Yet she desperately wanted another baby...and they had grown closer, these last few days. Never enough to step over that line...but Lois knew how she affected women. It was some quirk of the process that had given her the big dick between her legs. Pheromones, or maybe some unlocked psychic talent...something that went beyond mere animal magnetism. The women described it as intoxicating, but not irresistible. It lowered inhibitions, but it didn't remove them.

Whatever it was, Lois was sure, it was working on that blonde super-MILF. Now to do her part, Lois strove to picture those creamy thighs...the heavy breasts with the dark nipples...the wide, child-bearing hips and trim waist...hair like spun gold, deep blue eyes, intelligent and searching...

Between the reporter's legs, the cock began to grow. Lois could hear her pulse pound in her ears as the hardening shaft spread along her right thigh...and then it lifted clear as the blood flowed into it. Hard as a rock, it rose into the warm air. Blue veins crawled beneath the surface as the foreskin peeled back from a head that had gone from soft and pink and bullet-shaped to purple, rubbery, and shaped like an ancient Greek helmet.

The muscles in the naked dickgirl's spine tensed, for all that she sought to appear relaxed. Her cock quivered in the air, so stiff it hurt. She wanted Susan Storm to be there so badly...the Fantastic Four would be back tomorrow, with her husband and kids, and Lois had promised to be gone in the morning before they returned. If Lois was going to fuck her, it had to be tonight...

The bed didn't creak. The mattress didn't shift. Yet something warm and wet slid unseen over Lois Lane's glans, and the breeder's heart leapt in excitement as she felt the brush of teeth, the tip of a tongue that tasted the bead of pre-cum on the tip of her cock. It took all the reporter's will not to move, not to thrust her dick deeper...and instead she left the barest sigh escape from her lips as the Invisible Woman took her cock deeper into her mouth.

They'd discussed Susan's sex life, a little bit. Reed Richards could be creative with his powers, and Susan could be determined. "No gag reflex," Susan had said with a slight air of pride...and now Lois found it was true. There was no hesitation as the mouth slid deeper. The head of the reporter's cock touched the back of her throat, and then the angle shifted and...pressed forward until a hard little chin touched touch Lois Lane's big balls.

Lois strained to hold in the load that throbbed inside of her. The heat and tightness that clamped about her dick was awesome...but this close, she knew, Susan Storm-Richards had to be prepared for the main event.

Nor was Lois disappointed as the mouth drew back, and broke free with a feminine gasp and gulp for air that didn't come from Lois Lane's throat...and a moment later, when something hot and wet and tight settled around the tip of the reporter's cock, there was no tongue, and no teeth to worry about.

Susan Storm-Richard's gasp as she lowered herself on Lois' cock was everything that the reporter had ever wanted to hear. Oh, she had heard Susan moan, had heard the little high-pitched squeak as she came...but this was different. This was the Invisible Woman crossing the invisible line...and Lois was determined to give that blonde goddess what her limp-dicked husband couldn't.

The weight of her settled in Lois' crotch. Now, the dickgirl could smell as well as feel and hear her...Susan hadn't taken any precautions against that. As Susan paused, and Lois lay pinned against the bed, the reporter opened her eyes just a little...

At first glance, there was nothing there. Just the erect prick, standing in the darkness. But the angle was unnatural, standing further out from Lois' body than it should, and the skin was depressed as though something gripped the cock in a vice; beads of liquid were trapped against the little folds of her prick...and then Susan began to move.

The reporter swallowed as she felt the Invisible MILF begin to move. Watched as the skin on her dick shifted as the folds of Susan Storm-Richard's internal anatomy pressed and slid against them. Heard the impeccable mother and wife and heroine curse softly under her breath. Sure, Reed Richards could get as big and thick as she'd like...but he hadn't been this hard, this stiff, in a long time.

Like most women, Susan wasn't as much interested in penetration as she was in contact. Her hips rolled and she ground against Lois Lane, keeping that dick deep inside of her. Familiar little gasps sounded in the air, and Lois imagined Susan's invisible fingers working by touch, flicking her little bean, rubbing harder and faster as she sought to get off.

Still maintaining the pretense of sleep, Lois began to flex her abs. The cock shifted inside of Susan, and the little gasps got louder. The pressure between Lois Lane's legs built up more and more. It was everything she could do not to grab for the invisible legs that straddled her, the invisible breasts that hung just within reach. She wanted to slam her balls deep inside that invisible pussy, but the game was so delicious...and then, a moment before Lois knew she would have to squirt, she came.

There was no sight in all the world like the thick white jizz that squirted into the air, and hit the invisible wall that was the back of Susan Storm-Richard's cunt. Lois shivered and gasped as rope after stringy white rope painted that cunny. Somehow it amazed her to see her own cock outlined with white seed...and then Susan cried out in her own crescendo, and flickered back into full visibility.

Their eyes met. Susan Storm-Richards grew pale...the invisible insemination over. Lois gently laid her hands on the MILF's thighs.

"We still have a few hours before I have to go," Lois said. "If you'd like, we could try it with the lights on this time..."

It was an invitation...and Lois could tell that Susan was tempted, so tempted, but also wracked with guilt, with pleasure, with the knowledge of what she had done.

"...Sue, this is what I do. It's my job, you understand? I'm just a stud. I'm performing a service. This is what you asked me here to do," Lois sat up, and her hands slid around to the MILF's ass. Her lips pressed against the delicate collarbone. "So let me do your job. Just for tonight. It's no different than what we've been doing, if you think about it. No one else has to know..."

The reporter's mouth moved down to her breast. Susan Storm-Richards quavered on the point of indecision...and then relaxed into her lover's arms. Just for the night. Just for a baby. Those were the lies she told herself...and that Lois Lane was happy to tell her, if it meant she finally got to plow that invisible cunt.