End: That Wasn't A Birth Control Pill

Many a young woman has wished to get fucked all night long without realizing what that entailed.

Now Lois Lane knew what it meant.

Long stretches of getting her pussy pounded. Barely a break to go pee or grab a glass of water before Angelica Blaze was ready with the next load. A sore, chafed feeling as though her pussy was growing a callus, odd twinges as she walked back to the bathroom, almost crying when she wiped her slit after she took a piss because of how much it hurt...and yet still finding herself drawn back to the bed, time and again, the squat form of the statue mocking the reporter.

"You must want a baby bad," Blaze said as Lois, tired and wincing, lowered herself on the hard cock once again. The reporter could hardly believe that the escort could still keep it up; she thought viagra had warnings about erections that lasted for more than four hours.

"What makes you say that?" Lois asked as she started riding Blaze once again. The reporter liked to be on top, so she could control the pace, turn her back to the idol, play with Angelica's breasts. Even kiss her. Lois found that she rather liked kissing the dickgirl, which wasn't what she expected.

"That pill you took..."

"Just a precaution. No need for condoms." Lois rubbed her stomach, wondering when the cramps would start. It had been a while since she'd taken a birth control pill, but she figured that it was due to begin any time now.

"...that was a fertility ****."

Lois Lane paused. She stared down at the escort, whose glowing, sweat-streaked face was framed by that wild mane of black hair.

"What?"

"Check the box, if you don't believe me," Blaze said, and she began to flex her hips, driving the cock deep inside the reporter's nasty, cum-filled pussy, making Lois ride her like a surfer out on the open ocean, the waves passing by and lifting her up and down.

Time seemed to slow for Lois. A part of her wanted to tear herself off of the dickgirl and scramble for the bathroom, but the other part of her could almost remember the packaging. It had said...had it set contraception? A dull headache began to form behind Lois Lane's eyes. She could suddenly picture the packaging clearly. It had said "to promote conception..."

But why would I even have fertility ****? Lois wondered. I'm not...I haven't been trying to get...pregnant...

"This is what you wanted, right?" Blaze said, rubbing her warm hands up the reporter's thighs, still lost in the steady motion of their fuck. "Lonely woman wanting a baby in her life. Call an escort to do the deed...cheaper than a sperm clinic and a lot more fun..."

No...no that can't be right... Lois said as the headache deepened. Yet there were memories flooding her mind. Getting the prescription online, tracking her ovulation day on the calendar.

I went out to the club, why would I do that if I was... Lois shook her head, losing the thread of the thought.

"When I saw the fertility idol, I knew what it was you really wanted."

The reporter's hands gripped her head. There was a pressure building inside her that made it hard to even think. Lost hours spent browsing pregnancy websites. Missing her stop watching a pregnant woman's swollen belly while riding the bus. Late night sessions masturbating to sluts getting creampied, and wishing she was them...

The more Lois Lane tried to fight it, the harder the pain got. It was like some weird, parallel life...another Lois Lane, but not her, not...

"You're going to be such a sexy mommy," Angelica said. "You know, I know I'm just a hired dick in this equation..."

The reporter's whole body was shaking. Her eyes were tolling back into her head and all the strength seemed to flow outside of her body. She collapsed forward onto Blaze, who continued to pump the hard cock into her sticky depths. So much cum...how could there be so much cum...

Angelica held her close. Warm tears ran down Lois Lane's face as she felt cock throb in her overfucked cunt, pushing one more tablespoon of jizz into a pussy that felt like it would be sore for days.

"I know," Blaze whispered. "You're so happy about this, aren't you? You got what you wanted."

"Wanted!" Lois managed to blurt out...and that was when she realized it was true.

For a moment she could feel two Lois Lanes. One, who hadn't wanted a baby, and now here she was getting creampied for the nth time by this complete shemale stranger, probably already knocked up, her whole life crashing down around her in a tumult of bad decisions...and another Lois Lane. One crying tears of happening, smiling through the pain, glad that she had finally done it, after months of praying and preparation, and now...fulfillment.

Lois Lane felt torn between those two options...and behind her, the idol stared, a vast and terrible presence, like her mother looking on and judging her, and Lois Lane could almost feel the word that was burning into her spitting skull.

Choose.

One way or another, Lois Lane knew, she was probably pregnant. The only choice was whether she was going to accept that...to be happy about it...or not.

She made her choice...and just like that, the pain in her head went away. Lois Lane sighed, her pussy squeezing around the dick, so warm and full. It hurt so good. With one finger, Lois circled Angelica's nipple. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this...content. The gravid idol on the table seemed to be projecting its approval. Lois knew she had made the right choice bringing it here. Everything just felt so...right. There was only one thing that bothered her.

"You know, if it doesn't take..." Lois Lane said.

"Oh, I never leave a job half-done," Blaze said. "If you're not bred this time, then the next one is free."

Lois smiled to herself. She was going to be a mother. All those lonely months were at an end. In forty weeks...she wouldn't be alone anymore.

Somewhere, back in her mind, Lois Lane wondered what had happened to those women who had gone missing.

"You know, I think I've still got one last load in me...and we still have a little time..." Blaze said.

Then all thought of the missing women was gone from Lois Lane's mind. She rolled over onto her back, Angelica on top of her, the cock pressing deep inside of her cum-filled cunt...just where both of them were supposed to be.