Knock Me Up!

The words tumbled forth from the reporter's mouth in the heat of lust. She gave vent to her innermost desires, babbled the dreams that women have on the cusp of orgasm, when fancy and fantasy overrule reason and logic is drowned in the frantic humping of cock in cunt.

"I want to be pregnant. I want to be big and pregnant. Cum inside my dirty fucking pussy! Make me your pregnant little slut. Knock me up, knock me up, knock me up, I want to cum, I want to cum, I want...I want..."

Those violet eyes, bright and wide, looked down and met Angelica Blaze's. The dickgirl's face was framed by the reporter's tits, holding Lois there as her cock found the woman's g-spot and ground against it in short, almost violent thrusts.

"Promise me," Lois said. "Promise. You won't stop. Not until I'm really knocked up."

The dark eyes almost seemed to glow. "Our pact is sealed."

Something seemed to burst inside Lois Lane. She howledas her body shook and shivered. Her cunt clamped hard on the cock, her knees gripped the dickgirl's thighs. Dark lips closed down on her nipple in a love bite and sucked hard enough to leave a hickey. Silver spots danced before the reporter's eyes.

Then she really did feel it. No tablespoon of body temperature jizz, this, tossed into the depths of a ravenous cunt. Lois Lane screamed as something like lava burst forth inside her deepest space, screamed as a woman does when scalded, when her cunt is on fire, when the heat of the dickgirl's seed seemed to cock her insides...and the strangest and most terrible part was that Lois was suddenly, pretenaturally aware of her own orgasm. She could feel her cervix opening, dipping down into that pool of impossibly hot jizz and sucking it up inside of her. Feel the phantom ache of ovaries spitting out eggs.

It was too much. She slumped and sank down, grunting softly as her cunt spread easily over the invading cock as her pelvis settled into Blaze's lap, her chin into the dickgirl's shoulder, and they sat there on the toilet, locked together, breast to breast. Even in that moment, Lois could feel her body quiver uncontrollably with the echoes of her climax.

"It can take a few hours for conception to take place," the dickgirl whispered. Her fingers brushed the reporter's hair back. "But we can stay like this for a while, until you feel strong enough to continue."

Lois said nothing, gasping like a fish out of water. A part of her knew she had made a terrible mistake, that it had been the sex talking, the lust-crazed version of herself that always asked them to cum inside of her. Mere moments after climax, Lois began to feel the creeping guilt and dread that this night would entail...the worries about pregnancy, Plan B, or God, even an abortion.

"None of that now," Angelica said, as if reading her thoughts. "Put those worries out of your mind. We made a deal, remember? You're getting pregnant tonight. That's all there is to it. The sooner you accept that, the better."

The hands moved down to squeeze the reporter's ass.

"Because I have to tell you sweetmeat, we're far from finished."