Lois Cums One More Time In Lana—But It's A Big One

"God, you're like an animal," Lana Lang said. "It's like you're trying to get me pregnant!"

They had moved to one of the stalls. Lois Lane was on the toilet, with the redhead sitting on top of her, facing her so that her breasts could bounce in the reporter's face. Outside, they could hear other women come in to use the bathroom, but the lovers ignored them. Al their clothes were in here with them. They were locked in a world of their own, great crimson cock stuck in great blue cunt.

"You like that?" Lois said. Her hands were groping Lana's ass, lifting her up and down on her swollen shaft. All the reporter could think about was the fertility booster. Her body couldn't cum indefinitely, but Lois felt like she might have one more inside of her...and wanted to plant it right inside of Lana. One more creampie...she wanted to see how high she could get the odds.

"Hmm," Lana said. Her hands were down playing with Lois Lane's breasts. Squeezing. Exploring. "I mean, what are the odds?"

"It's a good question," Lois said, feeling the load slowly build at the base of the cock, the pressure growing with each slow grind of her hips. "I mean, you remember what sex ed was like in highschool? They warned us that even a single sperm could get you pregnant."

"God, yes," Lana smiled. "The whole scared-straight program. They had you think that if you sat on a toilet with a drop of semen on it, you were going to get pregnant, have a child out of wedlock, and go straight to hell."

They shared a laugh at that...but they didn't stop grinding against one another.

"Seriously, though." Lois said. "There's a little chance with every creampie, even if you're on birth control. But it's like playing a slot machine. What are the odds you hit the jackpot? Some couples try for years and years..."

"Sounds like you want to hit the jackpot," Lana said, her voice lower, throatier. She slid her arms up until her elbows were resting on Lois's shoulders. "Does that get you hard?"

"I'm already hard. I've been hard." Lois said. "You made me that way, with that sexy body of yours."

She squeezed the redhead's ass for emphasis.

"Hmm," Lana leaned forward, forcing the reporter's back against the metal pipe behind the toilet. "You're dangerous, Lois Lane. You make me want to do stupid, sexy things."

They fucked in silence for a while. Or not quite silence. Heavy breathing, pants, moans. The wet smack of cock in cunt, of Lois Lane's lips planting kisses against Lana's breasts. All the time, Lois could feel the load building up between her legs, bigger than before. Until she was shaking with the effort of holding it in, her cock feeling stiff but also kind of numb, and Lana was pushing with her now, faster and harder, the juices of her demonic blue cunt thick and sticky, and Lois could tell that her lover was close as well.

"Do it," Lana said, breaking the silence. "Oh God, just do it! I want to feel a steaming gusher inside my cunt."

Lois stood, staggering under Lana's weight. She stepped forward, slamming the redhead into the door of the stall...and holding her there, Lois pistoned hard and mercilessly. Her mouth sought out her lover's, and they shared a kiss as Lana crossed her heels behind the reporter's back...and then it came. Bursting like a line of fire up the entire length of the reporter's dick. Erupting out of the tip with such **** the reporter thought the crimson cock would tear. Lana almost screamed when she felt the first rope of jizz hit her cervix...but it wasn't the last.

The reporter kept pumping, the whole stall shaking, and they kept kissing as rope after rope of jizz splattered. Unfamiliar muscles squeezed and squeezed, straining to push every last drop out of the scarlet shaft and into the great blue abyss of Lana's cunny. Until, at last, weak-legged, Lois let Lana slide down...and then, still joined together, the couple collapsed backward back on the toilet.

"Oh wow," Lana said. "I think...I think that's the biggest load I've ever had in me."

Lois smiled, weirdly proud...and then she reached down to check the phone, and see what the impregnation percentage was now.