Rocketgirl is distracted

What Ms Jensen had said about her fantasies were enough to distract Rocketgirl. She kept thinking about how Ms Jensen might be able to make her pregnant. Not that she wanted to become pregnant, but the danger of becoming pregnant always made her weak with desire. Fear and desire it seemed worked hand in hand where sex was concerned. She shook her head as if trying to clear out the cobwebs.

Ms Jensen noticed this. "Something wrong?" she asked.

"I'm just curious" said Rocketgirl. "How can you make me pregnant?"

Ms Jensen smiled. "Well, I've also been working on a prototype of synthetic sperm for lesbian couples. I haven't tested it out out yet, but it looks very promising. In other words, I'd take some of my DNA or some of your DNA, depending on which one of us wanted to get pregnant, and I would be able to reconstruct it into a synthetic type of spermatozoa." She stopped Rocketgirl's question with a finger to the girl's lips. "Yes, I use protozoan plasma as a base I inject the DNA into. Protozoa are very sperm like, and their plasma is easy to manipulate. In essence, I transform them into living, breathing, male sperm that can survive and thrive much longer than regular human male sperm. My synth sperm has a life of up to a month, and it also multiplies on its own, creating a fresh supply every few days. Plus there's no need to feed them. They sustain themselves from the dead plasma. Fascinating, isn't it?"

"But what would a child look like that was created this way?" Rocketgirl could almost envision some type of a monster.

"The human DNA is dominant, if that's what you're worried about" assured Ms Jensen. "You wouldn't be giving birth to a glob of plasma."

Rocketgirl felt a real weakness and desire coming on now. "How would you... Uhmmm... Well..."

"Impregnate you?" Ms Jensen finished. She took Rocketgirl by the hand, and walked her over to a security pad mounted on the far wall of the room. She punched in a code, and the wall swung open, revealing a secret laboratory. They walked into the secret room, and Ms Jensen opened what looked like a normal freezer case you'd see in a supermarket. She pulled out a small vial and showed it to Rocketgirl. "Here's the sperm" she said, then opened a cabinet above the freezer case. She pulled out a metal box and opened it. There before Rocketgirl's eyes was a perfectly natural looking Black male cock attached to a series of straps and belts.

Rocketgirl's eyes went wide at the size of the phallus. "Is it a real one?" she asked.

"Why don't you touch it, and find out?" the professor beckoned to her.

Rocketgirl slowly reached out and touched the Black cock with her fingertips. She jumped when it pulsed at her touch. "It's alive!" she exclaimed. "But how?"

Ms Jensen could tell Rocketgirl was getting all excited about the living play toy. "Through modern medical science and technology. That's all I can tell you. I have them in different colors and sizes, too. But I thought the Black one would be more interesting. After all, most of us white girls fantasize about being fucked by a Black cock, don't we?"

Rocketgirl started thinking about the big Black cock being inside her, filling her up with synth sperm, impregnating her with Ms Jensen's baby. It was all too much, and she shuddered with a mini orgasm.

Ms Jensen wrapped her arms around Rocketgirl. "Perhaps we can try this out later, after we've saved the world?" Then she kissed her deeply, and passionately with an unquenchable fire.