Epilogue: Girltalk

"I really love playing with your tits," Lois Lane admitted, hands cupping and fondling Lana Lang's funbags. The redhead allowed this with goodnatured patience. Her own hands were busy squeezing and caressing the raven-haired reporter's ass. They panted and played with one another, the first flush of need out of their system.

There had been no foreplay. Lois was hard, Lana was wet. They had fallen into bed and slid into each other like two pieces of a puzzle. The act of love itself had been ten minutes of sweating, seismic pumping and rutting that had left the sheets and pillows in disarray, the mattress slightly askew from the boxspring. Lois lay on top, swollen scarlet shaft locked once again in Lana's demonic blue hole

The dickgirl reporter had enough diligence to make sure Lana came before she unleashed her own load deep inside. It was the least she could do, considering they were probably locked together for the next half-hour, unless they got the ice again...but neither of them seemed to be in a hurry.

"I've been thinking about your cock all day," Lana mused out loud. "Have you been thinking about my pussy?"

Lois stopped playing with the redhead's breasts for a moment. Stared down at her lover, all serious business.

"I've been thinking about you."

Lana Lang swallowed. "When we...uh...get fixed. If we get fixed, I mean. Have you thought about...?"

"I wouldn't mind...getting to know you better. Actually get to know you, I mean," Lois felt a blush creep across her cheeks. "Your life, your family, your hopes and dreams...hobbies..."

Lana gave Lois' ass an extra squeeze. "I'd like that too."

The reporter lowered her head, letting her loose black hair hang down over Lana's face. Their lips met, tenderly, exploring, shifting, finding the right angle between mouth and nose. A nice soft kiss, tasting each other's spit, broken only when they both had to come up for air.

"What if we don't...get fixed?" Lois asked. "Would you be okay with this?"

Her cock throbbed. The azure pussy was locked too tight around the bulging shaft to give it a squeeze.

"I think...I might be. But I mean, having a cock, that's going to be a...major change for you, isn't it?"

"Definitely going to need a new wardrobe," Lois nodded. Then she broke into a sticky smile. "We could go shopping together."

That made Lana laugh. Lois liked to see her when she laughed. Dimples came out on the freckled cheeks.

"We really should go back and find out what happened to the missing women, though." The reporter said, staring down at where they were locked together.

"Yes," Lana said, unable to keep a hint of sadness out of her voice. One of her fingers flickered ever so momentarily over Lois Lane's asshole. "By the way, have you ever...?"

"No," Lois told her.

"But would you ever..."

"Maybe. Not tonight. We're trying to unlock, remember?"

Lana pouted. Lois pinched a nipple.

"Look, after we find the missing women, if I still have a dick, then...well, if you'll let me stick it in you, I don't see any problems with you sticking it in me." Lois had a feeling she would regret those words.

The redhead smiled slyly. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart."