End: Lois Wants Blaze To Use Her Safe Hole

"So...um...sex without the possibility of getting knocked up sounds lovely, actually?" Lois Lane said.

"Good," Angelica Blaze said. "Because I hate pulling out."

That night, Lois Lane did not complete her mission. She did not solve the mystery of the missing women, did not discover what all was going on at the club-beneath-the-club, though she was certain by the end of the night that Angelica Blaze was at the heart of it. What she did do was get fucked...and fucked...and fucked some more...

Her memories of that night would be of a continually hard prick that never seemed to go soft, a dickgirl that never tired, whose swollen cumsacks seemed to be utterly inexhaustible and whose libido knew no limits. Together, far down beneath the streets of Metropolis, as people above partied and drank and danced, Lois Lane found herself bent over in different positions...on her knees, with her hands shackled before her, as Blaze humped her from behind...on her side, one leg in the air, as the dickgirl pumped another hot virile load in her third hole...riding on top of Blaze, their tongues locked together in battle as Lois rocked her tired hips back and forth, cum squishing around inside of her pocket...

It was impossible. An adolescent's wet dream of sex. There was no refraction period, no going limp, no rolling onto the side and going to sleep...and, to Lois Lane's surprise, no attempt to go beyond what they had agreed. Angelica's fingers played with her pussy and ass, but that cock, impossibly hard as it was, seldom left the reporter's new sexual orifice. The only time that it left Lois at all was when the reporter begged for a bathroom break...and the reporter quickly came staggering back, on shaky legs, as jizz leaked down her thighs.

She could have quit at any time. Lois knew perhaps she should. It was clear that whatever Blaze was, she wasn't human. Yet the reporter hated to back down...and, in truth, it had been a long dry spell before her night out...

"Who are you really?" Lois asked, as she collapsed into bed next to the dickgirl.

Angelica Blaze smiled. She leaned over to kiss the reporter...and Lois opened her mouth and allowed herself to be kissed. One hand found the reporter's breast, and gave it a gentle squeeze. The other reached down and found Lois Lane's third hole. A single finger slid into the sloppy, sore orifice.

Blaze broke the kiss...and she stared Lois in the eyes.

"I never tell a lover everything on the first date. I like to leave a little mystery for later. Perhaps...next time...?"

Lois Lane thought about it. On the surface, it was a bad idea. She'd already had her body altered by Angelica Blaze. Functional hermaphrodites didn't exist naturally, and Lois could still feel the cum leak out of her fuckhole. The reporter knew she'd have to take a morning after pill just in case some of the overflow actually got in her pussy.

On the other hand, this does give me an opening to find out more about her, the reporter said.

"Okay," Lois said. "It's a date."

Blaze smiled...and Lois Lane shivered. It wasn't that strange half-smile from before. It was an almost shy smile, cheeks flushed, nose crinkling.

"Good. Now, let's fuck..."

She pinned the reporter to the bed. The head of her cock found the reporter's third hole with an unerring instinct, as though there was a magnet in Lois Lane's new orifice that drew it...and for all Lois Lane knew, that was indeed how it worked. All she knew, as hot kissed rained down on her collarbone and her hole stretched to accommodate that dick once again, was that somehow Angelica Blaze had gotten exactly what she wanted from Lois Lane's night out...

...and Heaven help me, maybe I didn't find what I wanted, but I'm getting the dick that I need.