End: They Get Separated

Three steps out of the bathroom, and things were immediately going wrong. Eyes followed the women as they walked awkwardly toward the door. No one stopped them...but Lois Lane caught security guards watching them, touching earpieces, and tracking their movements. Still, they were making progress...

...until Lana Lang broke a heel as they passed a support pillar.

She toppled forward, dragging Lois down with her. The reporter flailed out instinctive, caught herself on the support pillar...and there was a brief, excruciating moment when gravity and the full weight of Lana Lang's 115 pounds pulled at Lois Lane's demonic dick.

The reporter bit back a scream as, for a tantalizing moment her erection held on, the knot in Lana's pussy supporting her...and then it gave way.

Patrons on the dance floor recoiled as the reporter's limp, swollen, inhuman prick spurted jizz as it flopped about painfully. Lana Lang face-planted on the floor and didn't move, her gaping pussy gushing cum.

"Sorry!" Lois said as she tugged up her pants as well as possible, stuffing her aching cock into the tight pants. "My girlfriend's had too much to drink!"

She knelt down quickly, gathering the **** redhead in her arms before too many people could get out their cameras and snap pictures of Lana Lang's poontang. With an effort, she hefted Lana up and staggered toward the door, almost feeling the trail of sticky cum she was leaving behind her.

The reporter's face flushed from both exertion and embarrassment at the scene she was making. Almost feeling the click and flash of cellphone cameras going off, the weight of her lover almost forcing her to topple over, the painful dick that awkwardly refused to fully deflate.

Still, at least people got out of their way. A couple of the security guys even saw Lois coming toward the door, hauling the **** woman, and were making space for her to exit the building.

The doors opened, and a cool burst of air hit them. Lana Lang stirred in her arms.

"What's happenin'?" she said, voice momentarily with a heavy Kansas drawl.

"I'm carrying you over the threshold," Lois said dryly.

Big blue eyes snapped open. "Omigod, did we get married?"

Lois Lane didn't even answer her. She just stepped through the door and almost fell into the waiting cab beyond it.

They ended up at Lois Lane's apartment. The reporter was wearing the top half of her pajama bottoms, the better to keep the ice-pack situated on the base of her crimson cock. Lana Lang was wearing Lois's pajama bottoms, the swollen pussy making a hefty cameltoe in the thin, fluffy cotton, her pink nipples erect in the cool air.

There was a bottle of wine—Pinot noir—cheese and crackers. The hour was late, but the women were still playing with the phone.

"Okay, according to the fine print on the user agreement on the app, we can revert the changes after the trial period expires...in one week." Lana said.

"I guess that's not too bad," Lois said as she shifted the ice pack. "I never would have thought a pussy that big could be that tight."

Lana blushed a little but said: "You weren't so bad yourself."

Lois swallowed her wine and stared at the glass. "So...I don't suppose you have a week of vacation days saved up?"

"Why Miss Lane," Lana fluttered her eyelashes. "Are you asking me to spend the next week in bed with you?"

The reporter grinned. "If we get knotted again, it might be longer than that. But what I was thinking is that we could use this week to team up and find out who's behind that app."

The redhead pouted, sticking out her lower lip. "So no sex?"

"I didn't say that," Lois said hurriedly.

"Good," Lana said and stood up from the table...and began to shimmy out of the pajama bottoms.

Lois Lane had worse times. There was no way her ass would ever fit in those pajama pants again, once Lana's hips got done with them...and suddenly the ice pack was doing nothing for Lois Lane's swelling.

"I think we make a good team," Lana said, as she climbed onto the reporter's lap. The cock was trapped in between them, the massive pussy rubbing against the base of the shaft.

"We're better together than we are apart," Lois said, without quite knowing why her heart was thumping so hard.

"We don't have to be apart," Lana said as her mouth came down.

Their lips met, and the world seemed to fade away. Some people just fit together, like that. Even when they are separated, they remember what it was like when they were one...and tonight, they would be together again.

It would take a long time for them to unknot.