Epilogue: Fuck The Bitch Next Door

The babies were sleeping. Lois Lane felt, quite literally, gutted. They'd made the incision all the way along the base of her abdomen and pulled all four of her little darlings out, one by one. Each born with a full head of black hair...and then they'd sewn her back up again.

By the time the reporter got back from the hospital, she could walk...and her sister was throwing up in the mornings. That brought a smile to her face, knowing that Lucy was going to be expanding the family...and, the reporter was sure, with her own cunt out of action she was glad to have her beloved sister-in-law around to help relieve the pressure.

Lois made sure of it. After all, they took direction so well...and it was a bed big enough for three.

There was only one problem...

Maisie Douglass, the bitch next door. Trophy wife, the kind that went to Metropolis University for a MRS degree, and got it. The kind that asked for a breast augmentation for her birthday, and got it. Tall and leggy, trim and athletic, with porn star tits and her golden hair kept in a ponytail. Active in the neighborhood association, active in the local club, a former tennis player who still kept her body in tip-top shape, married to a rising LexCorp executive...Lois had listened to her vapid chatter, seen her pink, matching tennis outfits and her pink, matching high-end convertible, and seen all the glares, every haughty gesture as she gossiped to her "friends" in the neighborhood. Lois had been resting out on the porch when she heard the bitch describe Lois as:

"That absolute whale over there, absolutely ruined her body, and I bet she's already thinking of getting knocked up again! Absolute slut...and I think her sister's pregnant too. Bet they're even going to apply for welfare. Honestly darling, it's like living next to an episode of SVU..."

Lois Lane was a reasonable woman, at the best of time. Except now she was on maternity leave, away from her work. With four beautiful, screaming mouths to feed and not enough tits or hands to handle them. Feeling the changes in her body as she slowly healed...the added weight in her breasts and hips, the sag of excess skin on her belly that the doctor didn't want to touch until she'd been home for at least a few more weeks, the stretch marks, the way her pants didn't fit right...and then to have that bouncy, babbling blonde bitch next door start talking shit.

The new mother wandered into the nursery, where Blaze was playing with the kids.

"Angie? Darling? Love of my life?"

"Yes, sweetmeat?" The demon was in her natural form, shaking a small black rattle at two of the girls.

"Do you love me?"

The rattle stopped. Blaze turned, a look of puzzlement on her face.

"Of course, sweetmeat."

"Good," Lois smiled. "I need you to do me a favor."

"...okay?"

"Put on your human form. Go next door. Fuck that blonde bitch until she can't walk."

"Maisie?" Blaze said, the skin crinkling between her horns.

"Yes."

"Uh...are you sure?" The pure white eyes blinked.

"And babe?" Lois smiled. "I want to watch."

Maisie liked to sunbathe. Out in the backyard, where the high bushes kept anyone from seeing. Unless, as Lois was doing right now, you were out on the second-story balcony off the master bedroom. Lucy was watching the kids. Lois leaned against the rail, her bathrobe open, one hand down below the skirt of skin to rub at her clit. Watching the busty blonde out on her lawn, sunning her big fake titties.

Mr. Douglass was away at work. The sun was shining...and then Blaze was there. Bare feet pressing into the carefully trimmed grass. Sun gleaming against her skin. The bare cock swinging, from knee to knee.

There was no scream. Not a sound. Yet as the shadow of the cock fell across her pink-painted toenails, Maisie recoiled as if stung. The cock was already hard. Maisie tried to pull back in the chair...and then she shook. Lois saw the pile of photos that the dickgirl dropped in her lap. Something the reporter had been able to dig up from Maisie's student days, when the trophy wife had been a nude model, who hadn't minded "acting" in a few films...which were not quite as private as she had thought.

Which is why the reporter was not surprised, only a moment or two later, to see that blonde bitch on her knees, slobbering over Angie's cock.

The reporter bit her lower lip, her fingers rubbing hard against her clit until her thighs trembled. Maybe if Maisie didn't get her act together, they would make their own little movies...

The blonde coughed, sputtered, gagging from too much cock, too deep, too fast. Blaze was only half-hard, but Lois could tell she was already bored with this basic bitch. The dickgirl was rough as she turned Maisie around, **** that athletic ass in the air as the cock lined up with cunt. Lois felt her heart pound as her wife's prick split that pretty pink pussy as Maisie stared down at the topless shots from her younger days.

Little moans echoed up from the garden as the cock gouged virgin territory inside the tight twat.

Lois Lane wasn't sure about Maisie's menstrual schedule. Yet she had a feeling in a couple of weeks, the blonde would be getting very frisky with her husband. After all...Blaze wasn't wearing a condom. Maisie would want to make her husband think it was his. Just the thought of that send Lois Lane over the edge, and she sank down onto her knees, losing sight of those big fake titties swinging as Blaze fucked the bitch next door from behind...