End: Every Good Date Should End With Sex In An 80's Supercar As The Sun Rises

Angelica drove through the night. It was start-and-stop in the city, lights every block. No music, just the hum of the road, warm air through the vents...and then they were out on the highway, headed south along the shore.

Lois felt the night settle on her like a shroud. When was the last time she had gone out of the city? When was the last time she had gone out for a drive? Her body ached from the unaccustomed exercise of the sex, but she was sobering up a little now, the buzz fading. Squirming in her seat as she felt the puddle of cum and pussy juice that had oozed out of her...and she looked over and caught Angelica smile at her, like the kid that had gotten the big prize at the county fair...just for a moment, before her eyes were back on the road...and they pulled onto the coastal road now, the scenic highway, away from all the long-haul truckers.

The other cars faded away, and for a few moments it was just the two of them, alone on the lonesome highway.

The naked reporter unbuckled her safety belt.

Blaze looked over at her, just for a moment...and then the reporter's head was in her lap, lifting up the soft, warm dick.

"Hi," she whispered to the guy. The dickgirl was definitely more of a shower than a grower; the soft slug of a cock filled the reporter's hand, the tip flopping back and forth. Lois breathed on it...and almost at once began to feel it stiffen. Without hesitation, she brought her mouth down and around the head, to taste the warm skin.

The driver stiffened, but said nothing to ruin the magic of the moment. They could have been the last two people on Earth, and Lois could feel her lover's need as the cock stiffened, growing only slightly, yet thicker and longer than any of her boyfriends. It filled her mouth as though it had been made for only this, and when she slid her head sideways into Blaze's lap so that she could worship the shaft, she sent streamers of drool down to those fat, hairless testicles.

The reporter gathered the orbs in her hand and gave them a gently squeeze, her thumb playing with the bit of loose skin in the middle, careful not to damage the precious orbs. They had a lot more work left to do tonight.

Lois let her tongue slide around the base of the glans, tasting the earthy little flavors. She would never admit, when completely sober, how much she actually liked sucking dick. Most women didn't, she knew, but for Lois her adolescent fascination with how penises worked had turned into...something just short of an obsession in adulthood. Hardly ever had she had a chance to really explore a dick with her mouth, her fingers. Always the men would want to stick it inside of her, or cum too soon, filling her mouth with bitter splooge.

Not this time. They drove on through the night...and Lois didn't care, right then, as she sucked and slurped and stroked, where they were going or what they would do when they got there. Her free hand worked between her legs. Lois wanted to be good and wet for when they got to wherever they were going. She wasn't sure what awaited them there, but she knew that before this night was over, she wanted that cock to slide up inside her one last time.

Yet all things end.

They pulled off the highway. Down some roads...and then the surface changed. Lois could feel it as the tires left the asphalt. They were on ground...or something softer...and this wasn't a card meant for off-roading. Finally, Blaze, reached down, pushed aside one of Lois Lane's breasts, and moved the car into a lower gear...and then park.

Killed the engine, and the lights.

"We're here," she said.

Lois lifted her head to stare over the dash.

It was the beach. The darkness of the night was fading, clouds chasing away. Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky at morning, sailor takes warning. The sky above was a deep blue, no trace of red at all, and dawn could only be a few minutes away.

"Move your seat back," Lois said.

There was a clunk and shift. The naked reporter climbed up and over, behind the wheel. Blaze helped to hold her as the reporter sank back onto her cock.

"I was worried," Angelica told her. "That you might not want to. You were drunk when we did it last night."

"Yes," Lois said, staring out at the bright yellow orb of the sun rose above the waters. "But I'm sober now."

They moved, together, and Lois lane's heart leapt as she saw the long streamers of sunlight hit the waters like molten fire. She could smell the salt breeze on the air, the oil from the engine, the fresh cum being pumped inside of her as Angelica Blaze, on edge for so long, finally released a hot sticky load inside her cunt.

For a moment, Lois almost felt like she could see the future. They would keep fucking until she came on that dick, her cervix slurping up more of that potent seed into her womb...and then she would go off naked across the sands, and swim in the sea. Piss in the sand to relieve her aching bladder. Greet the sun with open arms.

After that...she didn't know. Yet Lois Lane knew, somehow, that this was as perfect an end to any night out as she had ever had.