End: Lois Is Listening

"What do you want?" Lois asked.

"Another piece of what I had last night," Angelica said. She leaned back, and the reporter saw the tip of her stiff dick slip out from her jeans. "But first, tell me what you're looking for. If I can't help you, I might be out of luck."

That damn smile again. Lois sipped her coffee as she debated the offer. She was a reporter, not a prostitute—but then again, she had already fucked Angelica Blaze once. That changed the equation somehow. It wasn't necessarily whoring. Just...an exchange of favors. Lois Lane had done that before, just never with sexual acts.

"Four women have gone missing from here over the last few weeks..." she began. As she talked, Blaze listened intently. They sipped their coffee, and the dickgirl asked questions—poignant ones. Names, physical descriptions, ages, dates when they disappeared. She nodded her head slowly.

"Let me make a call," Angelica Blaze said, and dug an old-fashioned flip-phone out of a back pocket and dialed a number. Put it to her ear and spoke in low tones when someone on the other end picked up.

Lois finished her coffee. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw that the cockhead was still there, still hard. Her headache had subsided a little, but her mouth still felt gummy, and she knew her breath must be terrible. Above almost all else, Lois wanted to go home, take a shower, brush her teeth, douche out her pussy...

Sore as her pussy was, Lois could still feel that there was jizz from last night's fucksession stuck deep inside there. It bothered her, like an itch she couldn't scratch. It had been a long time since Lois had made love, and always after a long dry spell her re-awoken sexuality was hardly satisfied. The reporter knew she'd be playing with her showerhead when she got home...unless she took Blaze up on her offer.

Just keep your options open, Lane, Lois told herself. She probably won't even find anything.

"Found 'em," Blaze said as she hung up the phone. "There's this...sort of a commune? Couple hours outside the city limits. Community farm, except they farm weed, believe in free love, etc. Come by and recruit on the Friday nights. Offer people some free dope, get 'em laid, invite them out for a weekend...most of them head back home on Monday, but some of 'em stay on. Your girls, they've been staying out there, letting their hair grow, fucking anything that moves, getting high as kites. We can go out and see 'em."

"When!?" Lois asked, broken out of her reverie by a promise of a break to the story.

"Now, that depends on you," Blaze put her hands behind her head. The tip of her dick was leaking a wet spot onto her t-shirt. "You scratch my back..."

Lois sighed as she looked at the cock. Her pussy hurt and her bowels were loose. She was far too sober for this.

_In for a penny, in for a pounding. _The reporter sighed.

"I'm going to grab a beer first," Lois said as she stood up. "Get undressed. If I'm going to fuck you, I want you to be properly naked."

There were no complaints. The walk over to the bar, and then behind it, gave Lois time to think. Here she was, about to daydrink and fuck this dickgirl—again!—and all she had was Angelica's word that she even knew where the women were. The reporter knew she should ask for some kind of assurance...or at least wait until after she met the women...but as she dug through the brown bottles and grabbed an old ale.

Popped the lid, and brought it up to her mouth. Cold, sweet, and malty as hell. It burned the last traces of the coffee out of her throat. She surprised herself as she drank more...and more...a sudden terrible thirst on her. Part of Lois wondered if she was dehydrated, or maybe it was just that she wanted to be a little buzzed before she did this...

Whichever the case, when Lois slammed the bottle back down and uttered a very unladylike burp, it was empty, and her stomach sloshed a little. Still, her feet were steady as she rounded the bar, and took off the shoes and pants she had just put on...

Angelica Blaze was naked. She was handsome rather than beautiful, at least to Lois Lane's slightly hungover eyes. Not enough curves on her; the muscles were too well-defined. That oddly androgynous mix of small breasts and wide hips and big cock and balls. Parts of her were so clearly a woman, but that ridiculous dick...Lois licked her lips.

"Don't suppose you have a condom," she asked.

"Fresh out," Blaze said cheerfully.

"Uh-huh. Bet you get a lot of women in trouble with that thing," Lois pulled her shirt up over her head. A part of her couldn't believe she was doing this again. Another part of her, a very insistent part of her between her legs, couldn't wait.

"Oh, I'm usually pretty careful," Blaze said. "Been waiting for that one special person, you know?"

"I'll be lucky if I don't get pregnant," Lois said as she stepped over Blaze's legs. Standing up, the cock pointed straight at her twat, the reporter knew there was far less distance between her pussy and that dick than there should be. If anything, it looked bigger now than it had last night. "How many times did you cum inside me last night?"

"Lost count. And I'll be lucky if you do 'catch,'" Angelica said, and her smile relaxed. "Means I'll have beautiful, intelligent kids."

Lois snorted. The absolute balls on this bitch. "Don't get any ideas. This is a one-time thing."

"That's what you said last night," Blaze said. Then she reached forward and kissed Lois, just above the navel. "Come on, then. Let's not fight. It's a long drive, let's have a little fun and then get on the road."

The reporter sighed. She laid her hands on the dickgirl's naked shoulders and eased herself down on that dick. Gasped and shivered a little as the hot tip pressed against her aching cunny...but oh, she remembered that sensation as it sank in. Lois wasn't surprised to find she was a little wet, but she knew she'd have to take it slow if she was going to fit all of this monster inside of her again...and a part of her wondered if she shouldn't have lubed it up first with her mouth.

Oh well, maybe next time, she thought as she bit her lip and let gravity sink her down on that fat cock. Not that there's going to be a next time!

Somewhere over Metropolis, the sun rose and a cock crowed. The morning shift began to open shops, parents prepared kids for school, left for work. Lois Lane was busy rising and falling on that swollen shaft, lost for a moment from all the concerns and aches of the night before as her ass slapped down to brush those big fat balls, a hot mouth sucking at her tits.

There were worse ways for a night to end. Of course, there was still the road trip to the commune ahead, to find the missing women...but that is another story.