Epilogue: Friends With Benefits

A knock at the door. Lois Lane ran to open it...and was confronted by six feet of dickgirl, Angie Blaze greeting the reporter with a kiss and a hug, slipping her hands past the waistband of the woman's pajama bottoms to grab her ass. Lois let herself be lifted up, her legs grabbing onto the dickgirl's hips as Angie closed the door with her foot.

They broke the kiss as Blaze flopped onto the couch, the reporter in her lap, grinding against the erection that threatened to burst forth from the dickgirl's skinny jeans. Somehow, Angie managed to get her head under the reporter's shirt, her lips hunting desperately for a nipple. Lois gave out a laugh and then a squeal as the dickgirl caught one between her teeth.

"You don't want to wait for the movie at least?"

The dickgirl grunted. Lois peeled her shirt off, so that she could look Blaze in the eye.

"But we haven't fucked in, like, a week!"

The reporter grinned. It had been a long week, and Lois needed it too. She'd come to really appreciate the sheer normality of her Friday nights with the girls...and the easy, casual intimacy of it all. No dates, no fraught navigation of emotions. Just good times, good food, and plenty of good sex. A welcome relief compared to getting kidnapped, or shot at, or the whole superhero/supervillain milieu.

"Okay," Lois said, running her fingers through Blaze's thick black hair. "Just a quickie before Callie gets here with the food, okay?"

The reporter disentangled herself, stood up, and pulled her pajamas and panties down to her knees. Blaze's cock was out of her pants, rock hard and ready to go. The dickgirl drank in the sight of Lois's bare cunny...and if they had more time, Lois had no doubt that tongue would be buried in her twat, eager to taste the salty sweat and juices...but it had been a long week, and Callie was due in any minute...

Lois sat down. Blaze grabbed her hips and helped guide her, the hard prong poking her in the butt a few times before they got the angle right...and then Lois sank down with a rush, all of her weight settling into Angie's lap, the cock poking her deep. The reporter swiveled her hips as Angie's hands came out to fondle the reporter's small tits, fingers playing and pinching at the nipples, making them swell up hard. Lois began to ease herself back and forth, up and down, hands on the dickgirl's spread knees to help balance her.

Penetration itself rarely got Lois off, but it still felt good. She squeezed her cunt muscles tight as she pulled away, relaxed them as she slid back down, milking the cock, hoping Blaze would cum quick. The dickgirl, for her part, knew the reporter a little too well. As one hand crept up, fingers grasping around Lois's neck, the other hand slid down over the reporter's flat stomach, her crotch, to cup her hand around the reporter's mound and squeezed...then drew her hand back up to rub at Lois's clit.

They were still fucking when Callie arrived with the food.

The Metropolis university student smiled.

"You two are incorrigible," she said, stacking the take-away Thai food on Lois Lane's kitchen table. "But...you know the one thing I didn't get is dessert..."

Which is how the young woman ended up on her knees, licking at the reporter's pussy, running her tongue over the underside of Blaze's shaft. Lois groaned as she pumped her hips, faster and harder...so close...

So was Blaze. The dickgirl grunted, cock straining, hot seed splashing deep inside the reporter's cunny.

The young woman's lips fastened on the reporter's clit, sucking gently...and Lois finished, just like that. Squeezing Angie's knees, her hips shaking with **** need as her cunt squeezed down tight, a slow-motion wave of contracting muscles radiating out from that point of contact, cunt in cock, cervix slurping at the jizz that slowly spilled out of her pussy into Callie's eager mouth.

"Hmm," Callie said. "Fresh cream pie."

Lois leaned back on Blaze, suddenly sweaty.

"You know, one of these days you're going to get her pregnant cumming in her like that," Callie admonished. "When you fuck me, you'd better use a condom!"

Angie smiled. Her cock flopped out of the reporter's pussy. Stomachs growled.

"After dinner," the dickgirl said. "Besides, what's a little sex between friends?"