Inseminator

The sperm-and-egg dance filled the screen, swirling pink around the edges, but front and center...right in the middle of Lois' vision...she could see a dripping pussy, on a chair. Just like the one Lois was sitting in now. Slithering sperm kept bumping up against the round, clear vessels they sought to impregnate, but Lois felt a little clearer-headed now, looking at that central feed. The woman on it was trimmed just like Lois herself. Pink lips glistened wetly. She scooted her ass forward, and on camera the slit pushed forward in response. It was like watching herself, on camera.

Something bobbed into view. Long and sleek, clear tube, like a turkey baster. Filled with something white.

Lois watched on the monitor as it extended closer and closer, almost imagined she could hear the whine of the motor. The reporter noted it was a little off in its approach, and shifted her hips until it lined up. The clear tip inched closer and closer, and as it did the camera zoomed in, the vagina filling more and more of that middle screen, while spiraling pink eggs swirled around it, sperm penetrating them over and over...

Her pussy tingled in anticipation. Her heart still leaped in her chest when she felt something warm and hard brush against her nether lips, just in time with the tube on screen. Lois didn't look down, only gasped as she felt the hard nozzle push further in to her depths, eyes still glued to the screen.

The eggs and sperm had disappeared. There was a collage of cocks of all shapes and sizes spewing their milk into beakers. A long, familiar clear tube dipped into that beaker, soaking milliliters of rich, white sperm up. The tube installed in a desk in a familiar lounge, to wait in the darkness for a familiar pair of legs to walk in, to sit her ass down at the computer terminal. Camera already zeroed-in on the crotch.

As Lois watched all this happening around the edges, in her peripheral vision, front and center she was getting her own intimate view of her vaginal canal. A fiber optic camera on the very tip of the tube, showcasing its journey, deeper and deeper. Lois moaned, and tried to avoid humping the tube spreading her lips apart as it went farther inside, carrying its precious cargo.

The history-replay at the edges faded into pink swirls. The central image remained and, Lois could see a round, muscular orifice, like a puffy donut...and she knew, just knew, that was the cervix. The entrance to the womb.

A jet of white shot out, and this time Lois did come, shuddering around the hard spike she had allowed to impale her, and as she shuddering the cervix came down and lapped up that white cream, and it kept pumping into her and the cervix kept distending and retracting, distending and retracting, sucking up all that semen into the uterus.

Lois shivered through her orgasm, watching the splooge continue to pump. Idly, she wondered if she was ovulating today.