Epilogue: Lois Lane is Poly & Pregnant

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship...and something more.

Lois and Callie and Angelica kept in touch. Their three-way sexts during the day left the reporter dizzy, fingers typing madly at her phone, pussy wet and dripping by the time she got home. They met the next night, and the next. First for drinks, then dinner, and finally...group dates, the three of them going out to a movie, a poetry slam, a wine-tasting.

And at the end of the night...

There were so many more things that you could do with three people than two. Blaze had insisted on tasting both of their pussies. Lois and Callie competed to see who could swallow more of the shemale's cock. Anal sex required a bit more preparation, but Callie developed a particular fascination with it, and she was working her way up to fisting her own ass...with Lois Lane's help.

Sometimes, Angelica Blaze would just watch them. Sitting in a chair, stroking her cock as Callie and Lois put on a show for her. Lois had to admit she liked to explore her younger lover's body, to feel her nipples between her teeth, the little mewling sounds she made when she was about to cum, the smooth hairlessness of Callie's mound when she had just waxed her pussy, just for them...

More than the sex...Lois found that she just enjoyed being with them both. Callie was going to university, and wanted to get her masters degree in library science. Blaze had her club, and though she rarely spoke about the past seemed to have a deep love and knowledge of history. Lois had never thought of herself as being other than monogamous, but the more time they spent together, the more she found it harder to think of life apart from them. They just sort of...fit.

Callie set up dinner, five weeks after that first night in the club. A quiet, candlelit affair in her apartment. Blaze promised to bring desert; Lois promised only to bring a surprise.

It was sitting in her purse, the atom bomb that threatened to upset their relationship.

One thing they had all agreed upon, at the beginning, was to be open about their health. All three of them had gone to the doctor, been tested for STDs, and shared the negative results. They had promised not to have sex with anyone else while they were together. But they hadn't always used protection, especially that first time.

Lois had awoken one morning feeling bloated, like her period was coming on. Except her period hadn't come that week, or the next. She had counted back the days, stared at her stomach. The pregnancy test had been a formality, albeit a necessary one; Lois had felt with a strange surety that Blaze had knocked her up that first night...and the reporter was eerily okay with the idea of being pregnant.

But she didn't know what it was going to do with her relationship with Callie and Angelica. That kept her awake at night, palms sweaty, one hand cradling the non-existent bulge in her belly. She wasn't showing yet, wouldn't show for weeks, but when she did...would it strain things, with Callie? Would she still find Lois sexy? Would Blaze? Lois was so confused...but she knew she had to break it to them. Whatever happened, it wasn't a secret she could keep.

She loved them too much.

Callie was nervous, the brunette in blue jeans and a t-shirt, smiling awkwardly as she set the table—Lois smelled chicken, sweet potatoes, fresh-cut lettuce and spinach for salad. No wine, the reporter noticed thankfully; she didn't want to drink for the baby's sake. Angelica Blaze arrived wearing a one-piece black dress that hugged her curves, with a smile and two fat tubs of homemade ice cream, praline and caramel. They kissed each other hello and sat down, ready to dig in...

"I have to tell you something," Lois took a breath. She dug in her purse and pulled out the test stick. "I'm pregnant."

Callie coughed, slid a hand into her pocket. The reporter's heart skipped a beat when her girlfriend also pulled forth a pregnancy test. "So am I."

A weird relief flooded through Lois. She turned to Angelica Blaze. The shemale was smiling like the cat that got the cream.

"Well ladies, I think this calls for a celebration." She stood up and pulled off her dress. Her erection looked bigger and harder than normal, and the shemale flexed her balls, drawing them up and letting them fall several times. "Dinner can wait. I want to shag you both until you can't walk."

"We should talk about this," Lois insisted, even as Callie had stripped off her t-shirt and was undoing her jeans. "I mean, how are we going to handle this? What about my job, and Callie's school, and how are we going to raise the kids..."

"...and we will figure all that out after we fuck." Callie grinned, shyness evaporated now that she was nude. She stepped over to Lois and lifted her shirt. "I really can't wait to see what pregnancy does to your breasts."

Lois sighed and gave up. Her lovers were incorrigible.