Wait and Think

Lois lay there on the counter, legs raised. She stared at the white cord dangling out of her—and more than that, as the adrenaline and feel-good chemical from her little fuck-fest slowly metabolized in her brain, leaving her with just her own thoughts... which drifted to the pool of jizz that was even now being filtered through her cervix, into her waiting womb. All those little sperm, hunting for her egg...

The reporter ran her finger in a circle around her navel. She really shouldn't have let Angelica plug her up. At the same time, what was the harm? Lois had already taken a cuntful of cum. The dice had been rolled, the tampon just fiddled with the odds a little. She knew she'd have to take a morning-after pill, or else wait a few weeks and see if he had "caught."

Long, long weeks of waiting and worrying. Cursing her stupidity...having public sex in a restroom with a stranger, getting plugged up...virtually inviting pregnancy. She had done that a few times in college, when she was young and stupid. No actually getting pregnant. Not facing the need for an abortion. To make THE decision, between keeping it or not. But everything leading up to that moment...including the sex. The warm, wonderful feeling she had when Angelica's cock had been filling her up, stretching her up, balls deep inside of her, those dark eyes flashing with eager desire...

Lois noticed her nipples were hard. She brought her finger up to circle the left one...and stared through her cleavage and legs to look at Angelica Blaze. The nude woman was bent over, ass in the air, her tool pointing downwards as she searched for the reporter's panties. It was a nice ass, and Lois didn't mind looking at it. Normally she didn't go in much for women, but then Angelica wasn't exactly a woman, was she?

Something about that tickled the back of the reporter's brain. Blaze made a little sound of triumph and knelt over a little deeper, spreading her legs, giving Lois just a glimpse of quim, the puffy lips tucked away behind the shemale's balls. The brunette felt her heart quicken a little at the sight, her well-fucked pussy suddenly itching again, her right hand creeping down to play with the string dangling between her legs...

She's not a transsexual. And functional hemaphrodites aren't a thing...except in myth... Lois' heart pounded a little faster. But we live in a world where myths are real. Demigods and monsters. Of course, that could mean...she could really get me pregnant.

Blaze straightened up in triumph, holding Lois' panties—thin black lace—in both hands. Lois' lover turned back to see Lois waiting there, watching, and...touching herself. The reporter saw Blaze's cock give a twitch...and Lois' own smile, sultry and slutty, grew wider...