To Douche

Post-coital bliss lasted for about twenty seconds before Lois Lane's nagging conscience kicked her brain into gear. I just got fucked and filled in a public restroom by a complete stranger. What if I really do get pregnant?

Panic sounded its chemical alarms in Lois body as she desperately looked around for something—anything—to douche with. Her eyes flit between dirty paper towels and toilet paper before spying a hose hanging above a spigot on the back wall...and a drain in the floor.

Lois eased off of the counter, feeling the black cum ooze out of her cleft, running down her bare legs. The floor felt grody beneath her feet, but the reporter had thoughts on other things right now—namely, the snatch full of sperm that could even now be making their way toward her egg.

I need to get this out of me—fast. The reporter quickly unspoiled a length of hose, noting the edge of rust about the metal rim. She turned the dusty spigot, getting dry black crud on her hand as the metal squeaked in protest. An indecisive gurgle sounded from somewhere deep within the antiquated plumbing system...and then water, cold and clear, flowed out of the end of the hose. Lois' heart jumped a little.

Wasting no time, the reporter squatted over the drain int he floor. Pressing her finger into the opening of the hose, she felt the water push out into a little stream, which she used to wash off her thighs and crotch. It was hard to keep her balance doing that one-handed, and the jizz tended to roll into little dark, snot-like streams...but it was washing off.

The reporter took a deep breath as she reached over and cranked up the pressure. Water jetted out of the hose, cold and harsh against her skin...and Lois grit her teeth as she directed the little geyser against her well-fucked cunt. Bending over as far as she could, she struggled to clean every inch of herself...the rough stimulation of the high-pressure spray much harder than Mr. Showerhead at home, but not unpleasant. Soon, Lois was clean...outside at least.

Now for the rest. The reporter gulped...and stuck the hose up past her pussy lips, aiming it over her urethra, inside her folds...and on up into her cunt.

She gasped at the coldness of it, the pressure. Felt the jet of freezing water pour up into her and then fall out, a gushing waterfall in her pussy. Lois looked down to see it running grey with the accumulated jizz pumping out of her...and then, to her infinite relief, it was running clear. The woman gave a sigh of relief...just as a familiar, strong, warm hand gripped her shoulder, a seductive voice whispered in her ear.

"Douching, huh? Good move. I hear that can drive sperm in deeper, increase the chances of conception." Lois' eyes went wide, memories suddenly calling back to high school health classes. She's right. What the hell was I thinking?

"Of course," Angelica's sultry voice was like the devil on Lois' shoulder, pitch-perfect to send shivers of anticipation down her spine. "There are other things we can do with that hose..."