Epilogue: More Gratuitous Public Pregnant Sex

There was a flutter in Lois Blaze-Lane's twenty-weeks-pregnant belly that had nothing to do with the baby.

It was the bikini.

Even when she wasn't pregnant, Lois had never worn anything so...skimpy. A floss-like g-string ran up the crack of her ass, sloped under the curve of her swollen stomach, and the tiny patch of white fabric barely covered her shaved labia. If Lois hadn't let her wife shave off the last of her pubic hair, the pregnant woman knew it would be clearly visible.

The "top" was even worse. The swell of the stomach at least hid something of the skimpiness of the swimsuit, but Lois Lane's bust had continued to expand...she had gone from a comfortable B-cup to DD-cup bras, and even those were feeling a bit tight. The white triangles of the swimsuit top didn't quite cover her stretched-out nipples, which had darkened...and they weren't the only part of her.

The reporter blushed when she saw the white tan-lines. Under Angelica's influence, her wife's swimsuits had been getting thinner and thinner, and Lois could trace the progress of her convincing by how the dark tan had spread over the pregnant woman's previously pale flesh. Now, the white strings sat in the middle of bands of untanned skin only a couple inches wide.

...and there they were on the top deck, where the sun was shining bright and brilliant over the Caribbean sea. No port stops today, no beaches. Just Lois and Angelica alone together.

The demon's swimsuit was no more conservative than Lois's, but her form was still thin and lean and muscular, and her top covered her small tits much better. The only real difference was that Blaze wore a sarong to hide her cock, which otherwise could not be contained by the thin cloth.

*pop*

Without asking, those thin, strong fingers began to rub cocoa butter into her wife's gravid abdomen. It had become almost a ritual with them. After breakfast, Lois and her spouse would come out to the deck, where Lois would digest her meal and bake, and Angie would...worship her body in her own way.

The slick fingers ran over the reporter's softer, curvier body, to spread the lotion evenly. In her human form, Blaze's skin had darkened to a Mediterranean olive, still light against how darkly golden brown Lois herself had charred. The reporter closed her eyes and gave herself away to her spouse's care as the strong hands massaged the skin and muscles. Rubbing away at her stomach, her thighs...all the way down to the reporter's bare feet, as the heat began to build...

Lois smiled as the fingers slipped underneath the thin string about her loins, the demon deliberately teasing her as one oily finger just brushed past her clit. Naughty, naughty Blaze...but Lois felt reassured that the demonic dickgirl didn't go further, but drew out more cocoa butter and began to do the reporter's arms and shoulders.

"Oh no," Blaze said. She shook the bottle. "All out! And I haven't done your breasts yet."

The reporter turned her head and scanned the deck. Nobody was around...not yet. Of course, on a crowded ship, that would be momentary. Any second someone could come out...but Blaze was already moving, her muscular legs straddling her wife's bulging belly, the sarong drawn aside as she freed her cock. Lois sighed as she saw the dark pearl of pre-cum on the half-hard demonic dick.

"If we get caught..." Lois said...but it was a half-hearted protest at best. She brought up her hands to grasp her spouse's shaft. Began to run her hands back over the soft skin, the dangling testicles resting on her stomach. Lois licked her lips as she looked at the little piss slit, and the dark drop oozing out of it. She'd lost count of how many times she'd sucked this cock, jerked it off, welcomed it into her pussy and ass...yet she couldn't deny there was that added frisson of doing this in public. What would people think?

"That you're a big, pregnant slut," Blaze whispered, answering the reporter's unspoken question. "No wonder she's so knocked up. She fucked that big cock and took so many loads, and one of them finally did the deed, and now here she is, still acting like a complete slut..."

"Oh, shut up," Lois said, but she couldn't keep a smile off her face. She knew Blaze was just teasing. "Or tonight, I'll make you eat my asshole."

"Whenever you want, sweetmeat," Blaze said, and Lois knew the dickgirl was smiling back at her.

She was hard now. The veins standing out on her hard cock. The demon's thumbs slid down and pulled aside the strings that held the little triangles of cloth in place, Lois Lane's hard nipples exposed to the air. It still amazed Lois had much she had changed...and she was only half-way through the pregnancy.

"You know, you're pretty big for five months," Blaze said. "You ever thought there might be more than one in there?"

"We can't exactly do a sonogram on a cruise ship," Lois said dryly...but as she stroked the cock a little faster, cocoa butter oozing through her fingers, jerking the swollen cock toward her fat tits, the pregnant reporter admitted to herself that she had been thinking about the same thing...and had found that she wasn't upset at all at the idea of maybe having twins.

The ejaculation came before Lois expected it, as she was lost in ruminations of herself swollen even bigger...and the hot spunk pumped onto her bare breasts, dark as crude oil, with the ammoniac odor that the reporter had come to know and even love so well. It was a watery load, but that worked well for their purposes. Lois jerked the stiff cock with both hands, not caring about the drops that splashed against her lips and chin...

Then there was the clap-clap of flipflops on the deck, and a flurry of movement. Blaze slipped over to the reporter's side, Lois Lane's little triangles were back in place over her nipples, and the reporter licked her lips as she rubbed the dark jizz into her exposed tit-flesh.

A family was coming out to enjoy the sun and view the sea. Mother, father, a teenaged boy and girl, maybe eighteen and nineteen. Blaze smiled at them, her legs crossed to hide her dick. The mother gave them a scowl as she saw Lois Lane's pregnant body barely decent in its skimpy bikini; the father's gaze lingered longer...as did the teens. Lois smiled as she kept rubbing the goo into her skin.

That had been a close one. Sweat dripped down the reporter's ribs, her heart hammered in her chest. More than that, Lois could feel how wet her pussy was, the tiny bikini bottom probably clearly outlining her labia, if anyone could see that.

"Babe," Lois said, as quietly as she could. "When we're done here..."

"Whenever you want, sweetmeat," Angelica said, and reached over to adjust her wife's top. The nipples were tenting the fabric, so that they covered even less areola than normal. "Wherever you want."