Lois Cums In Lana Two More Times

The dickgirl reporter panted, still trying to stay quiet as her cum began to leak out of Lana Lang's pussy. Lois Lane's mind was fixated on the numbers that had been on the phone. Cumming in Lana a second time had brought the chance of pregnancy from 5% to 15%. What would happen if she came in Lana again? How many times would she need to cream this red-headed slut to well and truly knock her up?

There was only one way to find out.

"God, I can't believe you're still hard," Lana whispered. "And there are people here! Can you imagine what they would think if they heard us?"

"I think," Lois said. "That they would think that a hot, redheaded MILF-to-be was getting a baby fucked into her womb."

Lana squeezed her pussy and smiled. "Fuck, yes! Talk dirty to me. Do you think you can actually go again?"

Lois shifted forward on the toilet, half-rising so that Lana fell backwards. Instinctively, the redhead's legs clamped around Lois Lane's waist, so the reporter's dick remained firmly embedded in the woman's cunt, and Lana was supporting her upper body with her hands on the filthy bathroom floor. The redhead quickly looked left and right.

"Lois! Someone will see!"

"I don't care," Lois said, no longer bothering to whisper. "In fact, I want you to fucking scream as I fuck your pussy. I want them all to hear it as you cum on my dick, and all my jizz shoots down your fucktunnel and into your womb. I'm not going to stop until you're well and truly bred."

Illustrating her point, Lois grabbed Lana's waist and began to thrust. Tired as her hips were, Lois Lane felt a new energy flow through her limbs as she saw Lana's blue eyes grow wide, her tits bouncing as the reverse wheelbarrow position let the dickgirl plunge her demonic cock in deep.

"You're serious," Lana said, too shocked to whisper. Outside the stall, the other women had stopped talking and started listening.

"Dead serious. I'm going to accomplish what every man has wanted to do since you hit eighteen: preg you up good. **** that precious egg with my sperm." Lois licked her lips, the aching pressure inside of her, deep inside her crotch near the base of the crimson cock, began to build in a terribly familiar fashion.

Lana blushed, gawping, her cheeks burning and her nipples hard as Lois began to speed up...and the redhead could not keep the moans from her mouth as the dick buried itself deep into the cum-slick tunnel.

Eyes peered in through cracks in the door and through the gloryholes as they attracted a sudden audience. Holding herself up on shaking arms, Lana couldn't cover her breasts as they flailed on her chest in response to Lois Lane's increasingly frenzied humping.

Lois Lane didn't even care if Lana came again at this point. She was grunting, thrusting, feeling the slimy slut-slit squeeze her scarlet schlong as the familiar pressure built inside of her, now with a strange and unfamiliar pain, like trying to walk on a sprained muscle. Lois knew that perhaps she was pushing it too far, that her body couldn't cash the checks that her demonic dick and the breeding rut were making, yet as Lana's arms quivered and the redheaded slut moaned like a whore, Lois felt something explode inside of her...

It was like liquid fire down the long length of her dick, her whole urethra aflame, and Lois gasped in pleasure and pain as she pumped a third load into Lana Lang's already well-fucked quim...and pushed forward as Lana's arms collapsed, so that the reporter's knees hit the hard tiled bathroom floor at the same time as Lana's shoulders. Panting, sweating, cock throbbing, an aching line tracing its way from somewhere deep inside of her to the middle of Lana Lang's belly, Lois looked at the phone still clutched in her hand.

Creampies: 03
Pregnancy chance: 45%

A maniac grin split the reporter's features. That was a 30% increase...three times what it had been. If she could just cum one more time...

Lana Lang stared up at her, panting, face completely red from her cute little nose to her ears. They could hear their audience now, whispering, watching, fapping...underneath the stall was crowded with feet, and heads had popped over the top to see the bitch get bred.

"One more time," Lois said. Her cock was an iron rod, terrible in its unnatural hardness. "One more...gotta...knock..."

"Do you really want to impregnate me?" Lana whispered, her voice small and afraid.

It was the red flag in front of the bull.

Lois Lane collapsed on top of Lana, her lips planting kisses all over that face, her screaming hips humping mechanically, hips making weird clicking noises, the cock distending the redhead's belly with every stroke as she barely let an inch of cock out, determined to keep as much of her demonic dick buried in that elastic muff, all that seed flowing down toward those doors.

Lana's arms came up and scratched across Lois Lane's back, nails digging into the soft skin as the redhead made inhuman noises, like a squirrel being strangled and pulled apart. Her hips rose and fell as much as the tight confines of the stall aloud, and like a weird chorus cocks poked through the glory holes on either side, **** dicks humping the walls, the swollen heads fit to burst.

The dickgirl reporter's hands balled into fists as she balled the bitch beneath her, and every rank smell in the filthy bathroom hit her at once. It was the hot, sweaty rank atmosphere of a barn, of hot bodies packed tight together, and above her own grunts and Lana's squeals Lois could hear the thuds and slap of flesh on flesh as the general orgy began outside the stall, the plastic walls waving dangerously as bodies hit them. How ropes of watery see spat out over their bodies, like the over-eager trumpeters celebrating the arrival of the king and queen.

It was long and it was slow. Minutes passed as whatever weird internal reservoir within Lois refilled, one painful drop at a time. Her breath grew ragged, each one more painful than the last, her saliva gummy as she let herself drool into Lana's mouth, the redhead's moans died down to a **** kind of whine, barely able to lift her ass now as Lois did her best to nail her cock straight through Lana's cunt and into the floor...

...and when she came, it wasn't with a thunder or a sigh, but like the final heart-bursting squeeze of the last bit of toothpaste from the tube. It was what Lois imagined giving birth was like, as though her urethra was stretching and straining to push out something bigger than itself...and yet when that final hot spurt did finally unleash itself into Lana Lang's most secret depths, it was like almost nothing...and Lois Lane flexed her ass muscles until she thought they would tear straight from her bone and pushed her cock as deep as it would go and let out a single primal scream of pain and pleasure and triumph as though she came from will alone...

....and then, lightheaded and woozy, vision oddly doubled, Lois Lane checked the app.