Sperm and Egg

The clips advanced. Single images were giving way to short videos, just a few frames at a time. Close-ups of cum-splattered, semen-filled vaginas. Purple cock-heads withdrawing to reveal the pink holes with their white loads.

White...Lois' eyes were focused on the screen, rarely blinking, her breathing normal, attention focused. Yet around the edges of the screen she noticed a lightening, as though bright lights were turned on, all around her. The reporter could feel a growing warmth.

The clips were focusing in on the fresh-fucked pussies. The pools of sticky white goo in those well-laid holes. Zooming in. Soon it was almost like abstract nature photography, the arch of natural cathedrals with clitoris spires, rivers of jizz flowing into their holy depths...and the cameras followed.

Lois was hot. Uncomfortably so. She shrugged out of her jacket, kicked off her shoes. The air felt good on her bare skin. The background behind the clips was no longer Internet Explorer, but a pink expanse of slow swirls. She focused on the clips, which were getting longer.

Porn had given way to something like a documentary. Microcameras exploring the strange alien depths of fleshy tunnels. Shining light into unseen spaces. The walls contracted, and the creamy rich spunk was **** deeper inside, where it would do more good.

Without looking, Lois carefully took the collar of her shirt between her two hands and pulled with all her strength. The thin material ripped, a ragged tear right down the center. Her eyes were on the screen the entire time. Something in her didn't want to waist a moment, even to pull the shirt over her head. The air felt good on her chest, but she was still so hot...

The cum pooled at the end of the tunnel, and Lois saw the cervix dip down, over and over again. That's what happened within a woman's body when they orgasmed. Lois thought. She wondered what position the woman must be in, for the cum to pool just that way. Her ass in the air, perhaps. She'd heard about women doing that, to keep the spunk from flowing out. On their back after the act, hips raised, holding their knees, wondering if this is then it's going to happen.

Pants were the next to go. Lois peeled the pussy-drenched stretchy pants and panties off in one go, letting them fall unceremoniously on the floor at her feet. The cool air kissed her wet cunt. Her eyes never left the screen, the world outside of it a solid expanse of bright white light, too bright to look at. The camera was moving toward the cervix now. With practiced ease, she unhooked her bra and shimmied to let it fall from her breasts. To sit naked and unafraid before the final mystery.

A moment of darkness...and then, the darkness of the womb. White liquid spots against the deep red cavern of the uterus...but not just spots. The semen was no longer a solid mass of liquid white now. Lois could see the little swimmers, the individual sperm, millions of them racing toward...

The egg.

A perfect circle, pale and defenseless. Several eggs floated past on the screen in quick succession, each one floating quietly in the crimson void as the swimmers came on.

Surrounded. Each egg, awash in wigglers. It was like a medieval siege, and the barbarians were at the gates. Tails flagellating wildly as they bored in on the cell membrane. Lois felt a flutter behind her belly button. She knew women couldn't feel that sort of thing, when they egg was under attack. The millions of sperm, dying in that environment, destined to be flushed out or absorbed if they failed at their task.

One wiggled in. Lois almost came right then. Another clip, another sperm penetrating an egg. One swimmer out of millions. Billions. How much cum had those women had in them? How many chances had they taken to get to that moment? The clips continued, egg after egg inseminated, mission accomplished, and still the image of the screen zoomed in, the eggs getting bigger and bigger, filling the screen until a sperm the size of a mouse bored in to a clear orb, to deliver its genetic payload...

Lois' eyes were glued to the screen, but she caught a hint of movement around the edges, something emerging from the computer right in front of her. Nothing she could focus on without taking her eyes off the miracle of life she was witnessing over and over again, and she couldn't, wouldn't look away from that.