More Sperm

Lois breathed carefully, bare ass pressing against the cabinets, the whole weight of her body on her shoulders—and the reporter knew that gravity was helping that cold sperm sample from the fridge make its way down the length of her vagina, to pool around her cervix.

One drop could get me pregnant, Lois shivered at the thought, struggling to stay upright. Is this what women feel like, when they're trying to conceive? Waiting in the best position, hoping that this is the time they "take"?

Maria returned, resuming her position standing over Lois, putting a small plastic trash can next to her left foot.

"What are you doing?" Lois asked.

"Well, we want to make sure the patient is properly inseminated," Maria's voice was almost giddy with excitement. "And there's all this sperm in the fridge that's just going to waste..."

Lois' eyes grew wide. She wouldn't...

But the reporter felt fingers spread her lips apart, the lip of a plastic container pressing against her labia...and liquid cold began to pour down into her pussy.

Just breath, Lane. Lois told herself. It's all cold sperm, it might not...it might...

Her pussy quivered, whether from the chill or the excitement, the reporter couldn't tell. She could feel the goosebumps rise on her arms and legs. After a long minute, an empty plastic cup landed in the trash can next to Maria's foot...quickly followed by the little hiss as she broke the seal on the next one.

Lois tried to remember how many sperm samples were in the fridge. At least five or six cups. The reporter licked her lips, feeling a little blush across her face. Even if the sperm was cold, her body would warm it up...it would start to move...and just the amount...if Maria used all of them...

Going to be really hard to explain this to Dad. The reporter stifled a giggle. Of course, I could just tell him it was artificial insemination...a little white lie...

A second cup hit the trash can, and Maria's fingers dug in deeper, spreading Lois' pussy wider. The reporter wasn't sure what the volume capacity of her cunt was...it had never come up before. But she definitely felt full.

"I can't even see your cervix anymore," Maria whispered, as she poured in the third cup.

Warm drops splashed against Lois face. She stared up at the young woman's slit, and the reporter knew that she wasn't the only one getting off on the idea of getting knocked up. The barmaid was dripping.

"Maria," Lois said softly. "Do you want to...switch places?"

The wet slit above her twitched.