Epilogue: Lois Lane, Ethical Pornstar

"Are you sure?"

The question hung in the air. Lois Lane rubbed her stomach through the thin black silk robe. At twelve weeks along, she was definitely showing. Angelica Blaze was in her own robe, checking with Jimmy Olsen, who was going to be shooting them today.

The dickgirl turned her head and raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm? About what, sweetmeat?" Blaze said.

Lois looked over the bed, set with black satin sheets.

"This. I mean, it's not too late, if you want to..." The reporter couldn't bring herself to say it.

Blaze stepped forward and hugged Lois from behind. Her fingers interlocked beneath the reporter's small pooch of a stomach.

"Love, our bond is strong. I don't mind sharing you for a night. You aren't my ****. You're my lover...helpmeet...mother of my child..." She leaned in to whisper into the reporter's ear. "...and if you wish...wife."

Lois' eyes widened and her heart almost skipped a beat. She had been thinking a lot about their situation lately, with the baby on the way...but to hear Blaze say it...

"We'll talk about it after," Blaze promised. "For now, our guest has arrived."

The pregnant pornstar turned and saw a man approach. The black robe was a little short on him, and barely encompassed his broad, muscular shoulders, to expose a significant expanse of hairy chest. Yet his waist was slim, and the thighs that emerged from the too-short robe were like tree-trunks, thickly muscled. Out of consideration for his "secret identity," Clark Kent wore a simple domino mask.

He walked toward them differently than he did when Lois saw him in the office. Head thrown back, striding with purpose and confidence, drawn up to his full height...and something stirred between her legs, to see him like that. She smiled back at him.

"You're looking good, Smallville," she said. Then, almost as an afterthought added: "Thanks again for doing m—er, doing this with me. I really appreciate it."

Clark smiled back. "Anything to help, Lois. If you say performing with others will help your career...well, I'm happy to assist."

He extended a hand to Angie, who shook it carefully.

"Blaze," he said.

"Clark," she said back to him. There was lots of subtle communication in that gaze...and then the let the hands fall, and Clark instinctively shifted with feet apart, hands on his hips.

"So...I've never done this sort of thing before. Do we have a script or..."

Scene 1

Lois Lane stood before the camera. Her lovers came in from either side. They pulled off her robe and flung it aside. Her breasts had not yet begun to swell from the pregnancy, her nipples were still pink...but the thickening of her waist was clear, and emphasized by the little belly-jewel that dangled from the navel piercing Blaze had suggested.

The reporter stared at the camera as her hands grabbed at the cords that held their robes shut...and as the pair shrugged them off, Lois looked down to see them for the first time. Blaze was just as tall as Clark Kent, but winnowy almost to the point of being wasted, all lean muscle, while Clark was broad and defined as a bodybuilder. Lois felt dwarfed as they loomed a head taller than her, her fit body softer than either of their hard muscled forms...and then she reached out to touch their cocks.

They were both very much above average. Blaze was a hair longer, but Clark was thicker, and he was circumcised so that the round head of his pecker stood out, even flaccid, as broader than Blaze's slightly pointed purple glans.

Hands fell on the pregnant woman's shoulders. **** her to her knees. Lois already reached for the man's prick, mouth open, tongue extended. She knew what was expected of her. To look up into his eyes as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. To purse her lips and kiss it, right on the tip. Then to roll her lips over her teeth and take the hardening shaft into her hot mouth.

The dickgirl's hand slid through Lois Lane's hair. Helped the pregnant woman's head to bob up and down on the cock, so fat that Lois could barely get it in her mouth—and then to turn her head as the longer, slenderer cock pressed against the other corner of Lois Lane's mouth.

Clark's hand steadied Lois, prevented her from retreating as her lips stretched and both cocks entered her mouth. Drool spilled out of her mouth and she began to tear up, mascara leaking in black lines down her cheeks as her lips were stretched out by the twin cocks. ****, gagging noises filled the room as Lois stared at the camera lens, her two lover's swords fighting inside her mouth, jaw aching at the corners.

Scene 2

The rope was hemp, and looked rougher than it was. It squeezed Lois Lane's breasts until they swelled, pinioned her upper arms against her sides and hands behind her. Blaze and Clark worked in tandem as they tied the knots above and below the reporter's knee, and clipped her to the ropes that hung from the ceiling. Drool dripped from the black ballgag in the reporter's mouth.

One swift tug, and the pregnant reporter was airborne, the rope biting into her skin enough to look good on camera, to make her utterly helpless, but not to affect her circulation. Safety first.

Or at least, that was what Lois thought as Angie tugged her higher, and Clark assumed the position on the bed.

His tongue found her asshole. Her pucker offered no resistance at all. It wasn't that he was rough, but it was though his tongue were made of steel and her anus wet cardboard. Lois hung there suspended as her best friend and workmate ate out her ass, his strong tongue scraping her hole with relentless swirls. Lois Lane's whole body shivered, and her wet cunny began to drool. Jimmy Olsen made sure to capture the wet drops glistening as they fell down onto Clark Kent's rock-hard shaft.

Lube covered his too-thick prick, in addition to the reporter's spit and pussy-juice. When Lois had begun to buck and moan in her confinement, the dickgirl lowered the pregnant woman down, and Clark guided her onto his anus. For a moment, feeling the size of his glans against her backside. It was too big. Bigger than Blaze. Bigger than anything she had ever had inside her ass before. As Blaze slowly lowered more and more of her weight onto the prick, Lois grimaced around her gag, the pressure on her asshole unbelievable...and then Clark reached up and grabbed her weight. With the very lightest of touches, he pulled her down onto his cock.

Nor did he stop until his balls pressed against the pregnant woman's taint, and Losi Lane's violet eyes were wide with shock and pain and lust.

He let go, and placed his arms against her back, gently massaging the muscles there as Blaze worked the rope through the hooks and pulleys. Up and down. The reporter rose and fell on that magnificent man-meat, her ass nearly pulling itself inside-out as she approached the swollen head, and then the rope would slacken and gravity would **** the reporter's body back down that lubed-up cock. It could have been minutes or hours...Lois couldn't tell. By the end, she was in a swoon, eyes vacant, rope-marks red where the hemp had bitten into her, covered with sweat.

Scene 3

Lois Lane's shoulders rested against Clark's hairy chest. His knees **** her thighs as wide apart as they could go. His big hands reached from behind to maul at her small, bound tits...and JImmy Olsen switched to a different camera to catch the moment that Angelica Blaze, who had clambered atop the two, squeezed her cock into Lois Lane's pink slit.

Silver stars burst behind the reporter's eyes as Blaze's prick spread her cunny wide. Clark Kent's cock was like a bar of steel in her ass...there was less room in the reporter's channel than normal...and she found herself shaking and shivering, muscles clamping and spasming and moaning just from the dickgirl sticking her well-lubed prick in.

Two cocks of such length and girth were beyond anything in Lois Lane's experience. She didn't even squirm. She simply stared up into Blaze's face and watched her lover smile with wicked satisfaction as Lois Lane, normally so prim and proper, who three months ago had never dreamed of being in a threesome or acting in porn or fucking Clark Kent of all people found herself cumming on both their cocks...

...and then the two of them began to move.

Lois Lane, still wrapped in hemp, could do nothing. She was their docile fucktoy, squeezed between their bodies. Blaze licked her lips around the gag as Clark kissed her neck. Blaze's hands squeezed Lois' ass as Clark's big fingers pinched the reporter's pink nipples. Their strokes were slow, somewhat awkward, uncoordinated. Neither could get all of their cock inside of her, not with the other one there. It was physically impossible...but to the reporter's terror and delight, they tried. Their testicles smashed and rubbed against one another as in some obscene wrestling match. Her cunt and ass stretched wide, the tiny pink perineum growing pink as it threatened to tear. In a fit of agitation they rolled over onto their side...man and dickgirl's legs in the air as they strove and pushed and fucked...and then they finished the roll and Lois was on top of Blaze, smooshed against her breast-to-breast.

Clark grabbed the pregnant woman's ass cheeks and began a hard, driving fuck. Each thrust echoed through the reporter's entire body. It made the bed shake. Lois felt like she would never shit solid again, like he would pull out and all her guts would come flying out of the gaping hole that had once been her pert little asshole, utterly cored out...and then Blaze reached back and undid the gag, and Lois heard herself moan and pant like the whore she was.

A professional pornstar would have known to save the money shot. To cum on Lois Lane's back. Instead, Clark blew his load deep inside. Lois screamed as the boiling hot jizz filled her colon...and then, realizing his mistake, Clark pulled out his cock with a wet plop, and sent the last few spurts along the crack of the reporter's ass.

Jimmy caught the gaping asshole, filled with cream. The way Clark's fingers held it, it made a little heart-shape.

"Will she be all right?" Clark said as he toweled off.

"She probably won't sit down for a day or two," Blaze said with a smile. "But she'll be fine. Thank you for a wonderful experience. We'll have to do it again sometime."

He blushed, and said nothing. But his blue eyes danced behind the domino mask. In truth, it wasn't that much different from superheroing.

"Here he cums to save the day..." Lois murmured to herself from the bed, as her ass spasmed involuntarily, white jizz leaking out of her asshole.