Epilogue: Drinking Buddies, Fucking Buddies

It had started out as a couple of beers after work. Angelica Blaze would meet her and they'd hit up a bar, and then maybe a package store. With a couple drinks in her, Angie would get handsy, and when Lois had a bit of a buzz on she didn't mind. It was nice to have someone to let loose with, get close to...and they didn't always end up having sex at first. Sometimes they just made out, the dickgirl's hands sliding under the reporter's shirt, wanting to get at her breasts. Grind her dick against Lois Lane's ass. Maybe pull the reporter's pants down and lick Lois's ass...

Once a week. Then once every couple of days. Lois came to look forward to it. They started alternating going to each other's apartments. The reporter would bring beer and Blaze would bring takeout, or Angie would bring a bottle of Jack Daniels and Lois would order a pizza and put a movie on streaming. They started to greet each other with a kiss, just a peck on the lips. Maybe a bit of tongue. Lois didn't even flinch when Blaze would slide a hand out to squeeze her ass.

By the fourth week they started sleeping over. She remembered waking up in a tangle of limbs. A bright Saturday morning, and before she even got out of bed, the reporter groped on the floor and found a forty-ounce beer, popping the tall can open and sucking down the bitter liquid, letting it wash away the taste of bile. Her stomach churned, and Lois could almost feel the beer shits brewing. Weekends always felt like a personal cleanse, a time to drink water and eat vegetables and try to work off all the calories at the gym...but the sound of the can opening stirred Blaze to life, and they were tangled up, naked limbs and wadded sheets. Lois took another sip before she felt Angie flop on top of her, the hard cock between her asscheeks.

"C'mon, it's morning," the reporter said. "I gotta take a shit."

"Right after I bust a nut," the dickgirl murmured sleepily. Lois grunted as two fingers spread her pussy. She was still wet and sticky from last night's fuckfest. The reporter couldn't remember if they'd used a condom, but Angie definitely wasn't wearing one now.

"You gonna pull out?" Lois asked. She was half off the bed, her tits and arms dangling over the edge so that she could drink her morning beer. Angie was already pressing her dick into the slick cunny.

"Why would I do that?" she said as her cock spread the reporter's cunny, slipping back into the wet tunnel like a snail moving into its shell.

"Because I'm not on any birth control, you dick!" Lois yelled and immediately regretted it. Her head was starting to pound and her stomach was churning bad. The big dick hitting deep inside of her cunt-tunnel wasn't helping, but Angie's hands massaging her lower back felt nice...the reporter gave a little burp and grimaced at the taste, took another sip to wash it away.

"So?" Angie said.

"So I could get pregnant," Lois closed her eyes against the bright light flooding the apartment, not wanting to have this conversation right now. But it was too late to pull out, Blaze was already getting in her groove, thrusting her hips hard and steadily, slapping against the hungover reporter's ass steadily. It was the kind of quick fuck that Lois had come to enjoy, if she was honest with herself; it scratched the itch first thing in the morning.

"I bet you'd look sexy pregnant," Angie said, balls slapping against the reporter's labia. "Bet your breasts would grow, and you'd get a sexy little potbelly."

Lois snorted. "Easy for you to say. Where will you be when the rabbit dies?"

"Balls deep inside this snatch!" Blaze laughed, and to prove it thrust so hard that nearly both of them fell off the bed. Lois had to put both palms against the floor to avoid falling on her face, and a bit of beer went down the wrong way, sending her to coughing and sputtering. "You get preggers and I guarantee you I'd be nutting in this snatch until the third trimester."

The image of Lois knocked up must have really set of Angie's imagination, because she paused and helped the reporter turn around to face her. Almost automatically, Lois wrapped her legs around Angie's waist, still hanging halfway off the bed, the dick balls deep inside of her.

"Stick out your stomach," the dickgirl said.

"Perv," Lois said, but she arched her lower back and puffed out her abs...and soft and flat of her stomach was, damn if she didn't manage to make a little pooch of a stomach.

"Oh yeah," Angie's began to lift Lois up and down, pushing her cock in hard and deep. "Gonna spunk your cunt. Make you my little babymama. Knock your ass up."

Lois Lane's doleful chuckle ran out as the fucking suddenly intensified. She raised her hands up to hang off of Blaze's shoulders. The idea of getting pregnant wasn't exciting, but the hard dick inside her wet pussy was pushing her toward the edge, and for a few minutes there was no more playful friendly banter. Just two people locked together at the crotch, cock in cunt, pounding away, the burning heat building up between them, and Lois was breathing hard, her ankles drumming on Angie's ass, and she really did have to take a shit but she was so close...

A pathetic mewl escaped from Lois's mouth as her cunt clenched tight. Muscles spasmed deep inside her, and her quivered, so tight they hurt, toes curling, fingernails digging into the back of Angie's neck...and the dickgirl had a hand on each hip and was fucking Lois right through her climax, panting and sweating, the dickgirl's small nipples stiff enough to cut glass...and then she cried out, and something pierced right through the reporter's hangover, like a shaft of sunlight into the soul...and she swore she felt the boiling hot lance of the jizz hit her cervix, that was still spasming and jittering in the aftermath of her own orgasm.

"Fuck," Lois said. "That was...intense."

"First cum of the day," Angie said back. "We gotta do that more often."

"Pfft. Another creampie like that and I really will get pregnant," Lois said as she disengaged. A torrent of jizz fell out of her unplugged cunt, leaving a white mess on the bed. "Oh God dammit, now I gotta do the sheets..."

"Not a problem. Wash 'em at my place. You can throw in everything you're wearing. Walk around nude until everything's clean and dry, kill a bottle of wine..." Angie said, idly wiping her dick clean with the reporter's stained sheets.

Lois picked up the beer can and staggered into the bathroom. Her stomach was churning more than normal, even for weekend beer shits, and she hoped it was just something she ate. Or maybe some stomach flu that was going around.

Because sitting on the toilet, stomach rumbling, sipping her beer, and jizz dripping out of her cunny into the water below, Lois Lane really couldn't remember the last time she'd had her period.