I Think My Pussy's Gone Numb

If I wasn't pregnant before that, I probably am now, the reporter panted as she lay tits-down on top of the bed, sweating and exhausted. Intellectually, Lois knew that it wasn't that simple. She'd have to be ovulating, and even if the egg was fertilized it might not attach right, or she might miscarry...those things happened all the time. Something like a quarter of all pregnancies were miscarried, and it wasn't anyone's fault, just...nature. The way things happened.

It must have been the reporter's sexual exhaustion that brought on those thoughts. After months of effective celibacy, to get her pussy fucked so long and hard was like coming off a long stint of not jogging by entering a marathon. The reporter's body ached in unfamiliar places, and little spasms filled her belly as sore muscles twitches. She could actually feel the dickgirl's hot goo slowly leak from her battered pussy...and there was some awe to that, for Lois, because while it had felt at the time like a lot of jizz, the way it just seemed to still fill every inch of her canal was incredible. Like nothing she had experienced before.

"Okay," the reporter said, closing her eyes. "So...fun part's over. I need that information now, the women in Cancun..."

"Over?" Angelica Blaze said from behind her. "Oh, sweetmeat. We're not done yet."

A pair of slim, strong hands grabbed the reporter's buttocks. Pressed them together and pulled them apart. A hot, wet trickle of saliva leaked onto the reporter's exposed butthole...and Lois felt a gaping hole open in the pit of her stomach, and was glad she'd had a preparatory enema before going out tonight.

"I, uh...you can't impregnate me there," Lois said, trying to make a joke.

"But I'd love to try," Blaze murmured...and then the reporter, almost paralyzed by her recent exertions, felt the hot, soft, meaty tongue slid from the very bottom V of her cum-filled cunny and over her dark little dimple of an asshole, squirming around before finishing with a flick up the cleavage of the reporter's cheeks.

"I...I've never had anyone...fuck me there," Lois admitted.

"Then it shall please me," the dickgirl said as her prick pressed against the little hole. "To be the first."

Something else oozed onto Lois Lane's ass, coating the cock like syrup...and the reporter wasn't sure how that was possible, as Blaze had both hands busy holding her asscheeks wide apart. Nor did Lois dare look back. With her tired arms she reached out, grabbed a pillow, and jammed it between her teeth. Her asshole quivered as the head of Blaze's dick, patently too big for it, pressed against the little orifice...and Lois braced herself for the hit, heart thumping wildly, wondering how bad this was going to hurt, all thoughts of pregnancy out of her mind.