It's Fun, But Something Is Still Missing

The night went on. Blaze was enthusiastic...tireless. Lois Lane had never had a lover who went down on her after cumming in her. Who sucked on her clit and pulled at her labia, let her tongue tease her urethra and tickle her asshole. She brought Lois to the point of almost begging to be fucked again...and then the cock, swollen red and hard, slid its way back into her hot little hole.

The dickgirl's hands roamed over her body. Pinched her nipples, squeezed her tits. Sought out her hands and palm to palm, Blaze spread the reporter's arms wide as she kissed Lois Lane's neck, her cock balls deep inside the squishy slit. The escort's hips rose and fell, first slowly, and then with greater and greater speed as Lois wrapped her legs around her lover, ankles cross behind her back, crying out in ecstasy and need before another hot load of baby batter burst deep inside of her, washing her cervix with a fresh load...and slowly Blaze disentangled herself, kissing a line down the reporter's body as she withdrew, preparing to do it all over again.

Each time, it took a little longer...for Lois to cum, for Blaze to cum in her. After the fourth creampie, Lois lay panting, physically and mentally exhausted, sweaty, a limp fuck, her pussy aching and sore and yet...and yet...

What is wrong with me? Lois thought, her head lolling on her neck as Blaze kissed her inner thigh. The violet eyes fell on the gravid statue—the grim, fat-bellied parody of a woman with the little stump of a head, which Lois couldn't help but think of as a fertility idol. The thing was facing her, though Lois didn't remember turning it that way. Maybe it was just exhaustion, but she almost felt like her mother was looking at her. There was that same intangible sense of judgment...maybe the fear of disappointment.

Do I really want to get pregnant? Lois laid one limp hand down on her stomach. Her chest rose and fell steadily. She could tell that she was on the verge of falling asleep. Eyelids heavy, body a great lump...

"You're tired," Blaze said, finally picking up on the signs. "We can stop now, if you want. I've pumped a lot of sperm into your fertile little snatch." The dickgirl's finger played with the reporter's dark pubic hair. "You might be pregnant already."

Lois sighed. "I don't feel pregnant."

She closed her eyes, just for a moment...and then she uttered some words she would normally never have thought to say.