Lois Wants A Baby

One minute stretched into two...then ten. Then thirty. After an hour and a half of frenzied pumping, Maria's pussy felt on fire, jizz dribbling out of her snatch with ever thrust, and Lois Lane just kept humping the barmaid's soggy hole. There was a manic gleam in the reporter's eye, beyond reason or logic. She just kept muttering to herself...

"Baby...baby...gotta make a baby...put a baby in your belly...ugh...ugh...UGH!"

Maria couldn't even feel the ejaculation. Her cunt already felt sickly full, and she had given up trying to milk Lois Lane's cock dry. She just spread her legs and went limp, trying to catch her breath as the priapic prick began to messily squelch into the barmaid's well-fucked cunt once again.

I have made a terrible mistake, Maria realized. Whatever had been done to Lois Lane hadn't just given her a cock—it had sent the reporter into a mating frenzy. She swollen prick just never went down. Maria didn't know how long the reporter could keep going, but it was seriously looking like an all-night endeavor.

Idly, the barmaid eyed the clock on the wall. The refraction period between ejaculations was about fifteen minutes. Lois never stopped, but there was a period of a minute or two right after she came when her mind seemed to clear a little.

"That's enough, baby," Maria said, smiling. "I...I think that one did it. I think I'm pregnant."

"You don't smell pregnant," Lois growled, thrusting her cock in hard and deep enough to make Maria wince.

The toll was telling on the reporter as well. Maria could see it in the bags growing under her eyes, the sweat coming out of every pore. It was like catching a marathoner mid run—except there was a feverish gleam that came over her eyes, that twisted her whole face into a rictus grin, like the runner who finally saw the finish line.

"But you do smell like...you're ready..." She lifted up Maria's hips, thrusting her cock deeper into the barmaid's sopping slit.

A dull alarm came to Maria, a little too slow.

"What...what do you...how can you..."

"You're ovulating." Lois was thrusting faster now, and Maria's pussy burned, stomach aching with the constant pounding. "Just need to fill you up...make sure it all goes in there..."

Maria gawped like a fish out of water. She had heard that wild animals could smell when women were menstruating...but ovulating? Could that be a side-effect of whatever had been done to the reporter? Did that mean she could really get pregnant? Maria blinked, troubled at the implications...but Lois Lane just kept pronging away, and the minutes ticked by to the next ejaculation as the single-minded reporter resumed her mantra.

"...baby...baby...baby..."