Never Too Early

"What about Lucy?" The reporter said. "If it's a girl."

"Lilith for a girl," Angelica insisted. She showed no inclination to unplug her cock from the reporter's pussy, nor did the cock show any sign of softening. The reporter assumed that was a side effect of whatever viagra or whatever that the dickgirl had taken. Lois didn't mind, really. It felt...snug.

"I could go for Lily," Lois agreed. "What if it's a boy?"

"Damien?" The dickgirl offered.

Lois made a face.

"Lucifer," Blaze said. Her hands slid up to play with the reporter's tits, poking and prodding and the hard little nipples. Lois had known teenagers that did that, and she was fairly tolerant of it, so long as the poking and prodding didn't get violent or painful.

"You won't go for Lucy, but you'll have a son named Lucifer." Lois said, unbelieving.

The dickgirl shrugged, continuing to play with the reporter's teats.

The reporter sighed and closed her eyes. Here she was, pussy stuffed with cock, a fresh load of cum seeping deep inside of her, trying to pick out baby names. Far from how she had imagined this night going, when she had started out for the club all those hours ago.

"You know, if I have twins we could do both." Lois said. "Lily and Lucy. That would be nice. I'd hate for the baby to be an only child you know—ow!"

The cock embedded in the reporter's pussy had gotten shockingly hard, and Blaze had pushed it a little too deep, knocking on the reporter's cervix. It was about the most unpleasant sensation Lois had felt in a long time.

"Sorry, sorry," Angelica said, pulling back until only the head of her cock was inside of Lois. The reporter swore the shaft looked longer than before. "Did you mean it, though?"

"What?" Lois said, her gaze strangely transfixed by the long cock that connected them, the shaft slimy with cum and pussy juice.

"About having twins. Do you want to?"

Lois blinked. "I mean, I wouldn't mind it. But you can't guarantee that kind of thing. It just happens."

Angelica Blaze looked at her strangely. An enigmatic half-smile crept onto her face, as if she knew a secret that Lois didn't.

"What if I could guarantee it? Would you like that—pregnant with twins? Carrying two of my children at the same time?"

The reporter studied the face. There was nothing but deadly earnestness in her countenance, no sign of joking or lying.

"You're serious," she said.

"Absolutely," Blaze licked her lips.

Lois mentally squirmed, the shift in mood and tone palpable. Before, they had been playing around, but now...it was as though this woman, this prostitute, chick-with-a-dick, thought not only that she had just knocked the reporter up, but seemed convinced that she could guarantee Lois had twins. The reporter knew that was impossible, mere bravado...but...a little part of her wondered. Not if she could do it, that was scientifically inconceivable, but how she would do it.

It might, the reporter reflected, be fun to find out.

"All right," Lois Lane stared her lover in the eye. "Do it then. Make me pregnant with twins."