Epilogue: If At First You Don't Succeed, Fuck and Fuck Again

The period came, and it went. Lois Lane bought an ovulation tracker. Butterflies in her stomach as she made the call.

"Angie? It's Lois...from a few weeks ago..."

"Hey sweetmeat," the voice sent a shiver down the reporter's spine. "Did the rabbit die?"

"No," Lois said, unable to keep a breath of a sigh out of her voice. "I'm ovulating in three days."

"I'll be there when sun sets. Okay?"

"Yes, perfect." Lois said...and the call ended. The reporter stared at the phone ruefully. Angelica Blaze wasn't one to mince words, or for small chat, apparently.

Then again...

The reporter had three days to think on a conversation that had lasted only ten seconds. She had come to terms with the idea that she was trying to get pregnant. It was dangerous, it was exciting. Every spare moment seemed to find her on a new website about trying to get pregnant, thinking and re-thinking her diet, her wardrobe, her cycle. Lois planned out her "date night" with more care than any prospective sexual encounter she'd ever had. The gravid idol, with its swollen belly, seemed to follow her as she changed the sheets on the bed, shaved her pussy lips, tried on lingerie.

Lois still didn't know what to think about Blaze. It had felt like they'd clicked, the last time they had come together. Yet a part of Lois also felt that...the dickgirl was hiding something from her...and a part of the reporter wondered if Lois wasn't just a client, and she was investing far too much emotion in her prospective "sperm donor."

That afternoon was the worst. Lois fretted about the little details. She'd stockpiled bottled water, lube, put sex toys in easily accessible places. There were bread, cheese, and coldcuts in the fridge in case they needed a snack, plenty of extra towels...the reporter couldn't think of anything else that she might need, and moved back and forth in her apartment in a see-through nightie that left nothing to the imagination, waiting for the sun to go down. It was baby night...and the reporter didn't know what she would do if Angelica Blaze didn't come.

Sperm clinics just seemed too expensive and impersonal, and Lois hated the idea of a one-night stand, going out to some bar in a slinky dress in the hope of letting someone hump her unprotected. She wanted...the reporter sighed and admitted this to herself. She wanted a connection with someone. A friend. Someone she could trust, someone that wouldn't take it as...as what? Lois Lane didn't know that either.

Night had come to Metropolis.

A knock at the door. Lois almost floated over to it, then **** herself to calm down, to peek through the spyhole.

It was dark. Perfectly black, something blocking it. The reporter's heart fluttered as she unlocked the door...and had barely begun to open it when Angelica Blaze pushed her way in from outside, slamming it behind her. The dickgirl's trenchcoat fell to the floor in a second, and Lois only had a bare glimpse of the naked body, the cock sticking out stiff and hard...and the Blaze had picked Lois up and pushed her against the floor. The cock stabbed into Lois Lane's stomach, hips thrusting fruitlessly, lower and lower, until the stiff prick found her slit and pressed forward.

All at one go, it speared deep inside of Lois Lane, not stopping until the balls slapped hard against the woman's taint. Back pressed into the hard linoleum of the kitchen floor, Angelica began to hump with fervent, animalistic need. Her lips kissed Lois Lane's neck, the wild mane of hair falling into the reporter's mouth as Lois gasped and moaned. It was brutal, unforgiving, and quick. A **** pounding that set Lois Lane's heart to hammering in her breast, her pussy squelching wetly, cunt stretched as the girthy base stretched her pussy...and it wasn't many minutes before Blaze's thrusts grew shorter and faster, more and more of her cock remaining inside of Lois every stroke, until finally the dickgirl was hugging the woman tight as she gasped, grunted, and pumped inside of her.

They stayed like that for a minute. Blaze brushed back her hair and brought her mouth down, to kiss Lois Lane's lips...one, twice, and then together, their tongues slipping out and swirling together, the cock still amazingly stiff inside of Lois. Only breaking the kiss after both of them had to come up for air.

"Hey," Angelica said.

"Hey yourself," Lois smiled back.

"I was waiting for your call." The dickgirl's dark eyes bored into the reporter's own. "Every day. I was beginning to think you didn't want to see me again. I haven't cum in three days."

"That must have hurt your business!" Lois couldn't suppress a chuckle. "I don't know if I could afford to have you come over every day. What would your other clients think?"

Blaze's smile faltered, suddenly serious. "Love, you are the business. There's no charge. If you want my dick, you only ever had to ask."

The dickgirl clambered up off the floor, her arms grasping and holding Lois, not wanting to let the reporter off of her cock. With that easy strength she had shown last time, she carried Lois toward the bed.

"I'll make you cum this time," Angelica promised. "I'll make you cum lots."

"You better," Lois said, who felt all the stress of their meeting melting away. The gravid idol almost seemed to beam with approval as Blaze spun around so that she landed with her back on the bed, Lois on top. The dickgirl's hands immediately went up to the reporter's breasts, squeezing and massaging the bare palmfuls.

"I meant it, you know. Don't think of me as...hired cock. If you ever need me, just call, and I'll come over."

Lois smirked and ground her hips. "Dick on demand, is it?"

"Whenever you want it," Angelica said, utterly serious. "As long as you want it."

The reporter reached down and rubbed her clit as she slowly rode the still-hard dick. Her pussy squelched with every movement, and Lois couldn't help but wonder if this was the load that would knock her up. Her heart fluttered...she knew she shouldn't press the subject, but a part of her wanted to know...and whatever else she was, Lois Lane was not a coward.

"What if I wanted more?" Lois whispered. "What if I didn't want to be just a client? Or for you to have any other clients? Would you be okay if...I had you all to myself?"

Blaze licked her lips. The reporter could see color flushing those cheeks, the escort's nipples stiff and pink as unripe strawberries.

"Does that go both ways?"

"Yes," Lois said, without even thinking.

"We hardly know each other," Blaze said.

"I know."

"They say relationships based around kids don't last," the dickgirl added.

"I guess we'll just have to base ours on sex, then."

Blaze's hands slid down to grip the reporter's hips. She began to thrust upwards to meet the rise and fall of the reporter's hips.

"Are you really ovulating?"

"Yes. The next couple of days are right in the middle of my cycle."

"I hope you've taken some time off work."

Lois felt the heat rising inside of her as her hands rubbed her clit faster and faster, as the cock plunged in harder and harder.

"So," the reporter said. "You wanna try it?"

Blaze sat up, her hands still grasping Lois Lane's ass like a lifeline, her hot lips reaching for the reporter's throat.

"Want? Love, I think I need it. I can't tell you how much I've been thinking about you...your body...your smile...the sound of your voice..." Angelica's voice took on a confessional tone. "When I first met you, I thought it was just business as usual...a bit of fun. But after that first night...well...I want more than just to knock you up. So yeah. Let's try it. If you'll have me."

It was as if Blaze had read her mind. All the worries left her mind, and she relaxed into Angelica's grip. The reporter opened her mouth and they kissed again, the reporter riding on top...with none of the hurriedness of that first time. Now they weren't simply fucking or mating, they were making love.

Making a baby.

Lois Lane hoped that this time, it would work. If not...well, they had plenty of time to fuck, and fuck again.