The Cum Rate Is Steady

Lois sipped steadily at the jizz...and the cum rose, steadily. Staggering slightly, stomach full in that way it got if she drank too much, legs somehow clumsier than they should be. The reporter fetched a measuring cup out of the cabinet, moved over the sink...

She rested the base of the bottle carefully against the handle, letting the pale grey-white goo dribble into the cup. The reporter timed it with the old refrain, counting the seconds "one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi..."

It took sixty seconds to fill it to the cup line. Which would mean just about two minutes for a fully empty bottle to refill itself. The reporter whistled at the sperm sample in front of her. There were women that would kill for that kind of thing, if the sperm were virile. Able to impregnate. Lois imagined a woman **** to get pregnant, breaking into a sperm bank, stuffing vials of potent jizz into her eager cunt...

Lois Lane blinked, and realized she was rubbing her pussy with her free hand. The entrance to her vagina was sore, but her clit, the little pink nub half-revealed in its hood, was itchy and eager. Her throat felt suddenly scratchy, as though she had a cold coming on, and the reporter brought the bottle back up to her lips to sip as she stared at the cup full of splooge in her sink.

I wonder if you can get drunk on cum, Lois wondered as the warm seed soothed the back of her throat. She certainly felt a little tipsy. Not unpleasantly, either. It didn't taste as if there was any **** in this cum she was steadily sipping, but her body was acting like it. Lois could feel the strange warmth that came when she had drunk just a little too much, belly full and glad suddenly that she was naked. It was very comfortable to be naked.

She shook away the thought.

Have to focus on the subject at hand. What to do with the bottle.

Since the cum rate was steady, about a cup a minute, she could just let it pour down the sink, at least for a while. If she kept drinking it, she could take it...somewhere.

What do I do? The glassy-eyed reporter thought, right before she hiccuped.

A sperm bubble formed and burst between her lips.