Epilogue: Cunt Life

When Lois Lane was a horny young woman, dreaming about dicks, she had...the usual unrealistic ideas about sex. Without ever having taken a cock, she imagined getting railed for all night long, of feeling the hot jizz squirting inside of her like a firehose, fingering her pussy as it was dripping and filled with spunk. Such were her wet dreams.

Later, of course, Lois had a chance to actually date, and fool around, and make love to various men. Real experience with sex quickly changed her expectations. Pricks weren't that big, and didn't need to be; cum was usually no more than a tablespoon, and that was plenty considering the mess it made and how bitter and salty it tasted. Birth control became a priority, and creampies quickly lost their charm when Lois realized she could not, as a matter of fact, actually feel that hot spunk shooting into her.

Which isn't to say that she didn't enjoy sex—she did. But an orgasm was more like biting into a chocolate cookie than binge-eating an entire box and ending up with a tummyache. She had fun, her lovers had fun, and eventually emotional attachments broke and they went their separate ways.

Until Angelica Blaze came into her life.

"What are you doing?" Lois had asked, the first night that Angie had stayed over. It was a week after they had first met, and Blaze had shown up every night for dinner, to talk, to watch movies, and to fuck...more or less in that order. But she had never overstayed her welcome, never brought an overnight bag. But it was Friday, and they had been making plans for the weekend, and Lois hadn't seen any reason why Angie shouldn't bring a change of clothes and a toothbrush and sleep in her bed...

...and here they were, getting ready for bed, both of them in long nightshirts and nothing else, and while Lois was brushing her teeth Angie was standing at the toilet and jacking off.

Blaze did her best impression of looking sheepish—no mean feat when you're six feet of toned dickgirl. "I have to jerk off right before I go to bed or I cum in my sleep."

"And you're just going to...waste it?" Lois Lane's eyes were fixated on the red knob. Her face had been on the dickgirl's pecker often enough the last seven nights that she knew the taste of it by memory.

"Well...I mean..."

Lois sighed and put down her toothbrush. She took Angie by the shoulders and sat her down on the toilet.

"I told you," the reporter said, as she straddled her lover, the head of that dick sinking easily into her pussy where a weak ago it had felt far too snug. "I'll drain your balls for you. Whenever you need it. You don't even have to ask."

It was bravado. Dirty talk. Yet as Lois Lane sank down on that cock again...her breasts brushing against Angie's, her legs spreading wide as she instinctively tried to take that fat cock to its base...Lois realized something about her lover. Something that she struggled to put into words.

"You know," Lois whispered as her thighs flexed, lifting her up and down on that cock. Angie's hands came down to cup the reporter's ass. "When I was...just a young woman...learning about sex. I always thought...I mean, I thought sex would be like this. The constant aching need. The way my tight hole would be stretched. The unbelievable amounts of jizz poured inside of me. Then I found out that sex wasn't like that at all...until you."

She hugged Blaze close as her cunny clamped tight on the hard shaft.

"I think my cunt has been waiting its entire life for someone like you."

Their eyes met...and Lois swore she felt a connection...and then she felt something else.

A steaming gusher erupted inside her cunt. The spurt of seed was so hot and hard that Lois Lane nearly leaped off of her lover, except that Angie's hands held the reporter in place, making contact the entire time. The dickgirl's entire body lay tense for a moment, and Lois swore she felt something hit the deepest part of herself...and then Angie relaxed, and sagged into her lover, resting her head against Lois's chest. Below them, they could hear the steady drip of the cum as it leaked out of Lois's cunt.

"I think I...have been waiting my entire life for someone like you. Someone who...accepted me."

Lois didn't even bother to wipe her pussy as they laid down to bed. Side by side, one brief kiss and then the lights went out. The last thing Lois saw was the fertility idol, the ugly stone statue hugging its gravid belly as if taunting Lois. Promising her that this was her future.

A week and a day ago, Lois Lane would have been disturbed by that. Now...she felt the idea somewhat comforting. Oh, it was too early to take a pregnancy test, too early even for her period to late, but Lois knew she had been having unprotected sex the whole week, was off her birth control, and while the odds of any individual ejaculation "catching" was small, it was always there.

For the first time in a long time, Lois issued a little prayer. Not to God, or to any higher power in particular. Maybe to that statue, that idol, that fertile form that had driven Angie into her apartment and into her life.

Let it happen, she thought, as her brain wandered on the edge of sleep, re-running all the thoughts and events of the day, Let us be together.

Maybe, as she sank into dreamless sleep, Lois imagined she felt a response. Like the tolling of a deep bell.

When she awoke, in the darkness, her skin was hot. The reporter found she had kicked off the sheets and blankets. Blaze was beside her, sleeping on her back...and something was wrong. Lois reached down between her legs, her pussy oddly sore but satisfied...and felt a hot, sticky wetness there. As Angie snored, Lois instinctively reached over and grabbed her dick.

It was hard. It was wet. Sticky. Hot. Lois ran her hand up to the head, the tip of her pinkie finger sliding through the slimy scum at the urethra.

She fucked me while I was sleeping, the reporter realized.

Lois hardly dared to breathe in the darkness. Afraid to wake Blaze, unsure how to handle this situation.

I did tell her I'd drain her balls whenever, right? Lois thought. And she said she went off in her sleep. Maybe she...was sleep fucking me? But why didn't I wake up?

The reporter didn't have any answers to those questions. Her right hand gently stroked the shaft. It fit so naturally in her hand. Lois's left hand slid down between her legs. She was an absolute mess down there. Her fingers sank into her gunt, and she could feel so much sperm...it was like she was living one of those dreams she had as a barely legal woman on her own for the first time. The cum-filled reporter pressed her fingers in deeper, amazed at how easily her fingers sank in, how much cum there was...and as she opened her eyes again, and saw by the dim light in the room the outline of that rigid cock standing tall and proud...Lois realized something else.

She wanted to fuck.

Not make love. Not "fool around." Lois moved through the dark like a panther, dropping into a squat over that rigid cock and bringing the head to her hot, drooling cunny. There was an itch, deep inside of her, that demanded to be scratched. Maybe when Blaze fucked her, Lois hadn't cum...but it didn't feel like Lois wanted to cum either. It felt more primal. She didn't even want an orgasm.

Just more cum.

Her whole body shook as she sank down on that cock. She knew it couldn't be bigger than before, but in the darkness it felt bigger...and yet her hot, aching puss swallowed that shaft as though she was bottomless. Lois wasn't even aware of how deep she was aking it until her labia pressed against Blaze's balls.

Angie slept through it, as Lois rode her prick. Cunt squeezing, leaving slimy strands, making nasty, wet, schlucking noises as her goo-filled cunt rose and fell on. All this cum inside her. Enough to knock up a dozen women. Yet Lois knew...she wanted more.

She wanted all of it.

Though neither of them knew it, it was there, under the watchful gaze of that headless idol, that Lois Lane began her life as a cum-filled cunt, constantly dripping with semen...