End: Making Love

"...would you call this making love?" Lana Lang asked, her big blue eyes wide.

Lois Lane laid her hand on Lana's knee. A naked woman. A naked dickgirl.

"You want a friend to knock you up," Lois said. "Dos that make us friends with benefits...or girlfriends? Because I don't know if I'm down for just fucking. I want...more."

The dickgirl reporter slid her hand up Lana's thigh. Until her fingers rested against the redhead's labia, the little hairs there tickled Lois' knuckle.

"I don't know if I'm ready for a girlfriend," Lana said after a long moment. "I mean, I don't know if I'm ready for a relationship with anybody. Just the thought of maybe getting pregnant makes me so excited and scared and I..."

Lois half turned so that she could silence Lana with a kiss. After a moment, Lana began to return it. Her tongue pressed out between her lips, just to feel Lois Lane's tongue, to taste her spit. The reporter shifted, off the bed, but kept her fingers down between the woman's legs. Her cock stiffened, arousal flooding her body. Lois could well understand now those men who were so eager to stick it in, but she wasn't like them. She didn't want to just fuck Lana.

Her fingers rubbed up and down the redhead's pussy. Not wet enough. Not yet.

"Lie back," Lois panted after she broke the kiss. "I want to eat you out before I make love to you."

The redhead's face was flushed red, almost glowed with its own inner light. Her blue eyes went wide.

"But I...I'm still full of cum!"

The reporter grinned wide.

"I don't mind."

Which was true, the reporter thought, as she knelt down at the edge of the bed. Lana spread her thighs wide, her ass hanging back...and Lois could see and smell her. That slightly fisher odor of sweat, the grey-wight goo that hung in a wet-looking drop at the bottom of her pink cunny. Lois spread the lips a little wider with her fingers...and yes, there was the tight little hole, and she could actually see the pool of cum in that tunnel, leading down into darkness.

Gathering saliva on her tongue Lois ran a long, lazy lick up one side of Lana's cunt and down the other. She swirled the tip around the stiff little button of Lana's clitoris, teased the tiny divot of her urethra, and then let her tongue trace the inner rim of the redhead's cunt, not caring how much of her own salty, bitter scummy jizz she had to lick up to do it.

She knew she was doing well by the way Lana began to pant...and then moan. When her lips fastened on the clit to softly suckle on it, like a baby with a teat, Lana's hands buried themselves in Lois' hair and pressed her face against the cunny while moaning louder and louder...

"Oh right there...there...fuck...yes...harder...fuck...oh sweet Jesus....aah!"

The thighs tensed and clamped around the reporter's tongue, and though her jaw began to ache, Lois kept licking and sucking and slurping as Lana's nails dug into the reporter's scalp...until the reporter could take no more. She paused, huffing, her whole head filled with the taste and smell of Lana Lang's cunny...and the legs fell open, Lana's hands let go of the reporter's head, and the mattress shifted a little as the redhead collapsed back onto the bed.

"That...that was..." Lana said, as she struggled to get her breath back.

Lois half-stood. Her prick dribbled clear pre-cum as it lined up with the redhead's spit-slick slit.

"That was foreplay," Lois said, and eased her cock into the slobbery hole.

Lois sought out her lover's lips...her hands found Lana's breasts. She pushed her prick in slowly, seeking for the spot inside that would make the redhead squirm...and Lana drew up one leg behind the reporter's back, her arms spread wide to hold onto the sheets, the other leg hanging off the bed.

Their eyes met.

"Okay," Lana Lang said. "We can try the girlfriend thing."

Softly, so softly that neither Lois nor Lana heard the ping, the percentage chance for pregnancy went from 5%...to 100%.