Epilogue: Morning Squats

Four weeks later.

Lois Lane stretched in the nude. She had already taken care of her morning enema, and Angelica Blaze, naked as well, had taken up her usual position on the yoga mat. The stiff prick pointed at the ceiling.

Angie hadn't moved in, exactly. She came and went—sometimes literally—on her whim, like a cat. They weren't dating, exactly. But ever since that night in the club bathroom, the dickgirl would find her way into the reporter's bed. Lois had ceased to bother locking the front door at night. Sometimes Blaze was there when she went to bed, and sometimes she was simply there in the morning, naked and curled around the reporter. Either way, Blaze was always there when Lois woke up.

Clear lube slathered over the rigid cock. Angie held it straight upward as Lois assumed the position.

"Eight sets of ten reps," the dickgirl said. "Okay?"

"Right," Lois said. Hands out in front of her, she bent down. The tip of the cock slid into her ass, a familiar sensation that still sent a shiver up the reporter's spine. The reporter slid down, letting the cock slowly stretch her ass, until her buttocks touched Angelica's crotch...and then she began to pull up, not stopping until the dick popped free.

"One." Then back down.

The reporter could still remember when Angie had first inserted herself into her morning workout routine. Angie claimed to be acting as her personal trainer, but Lois knew the cocky dickgirl just relished any chance to get inside her ass—and Lois Lane was enough of a butt-slut to enjoy the fiction.

Besides. All the exercise was paying dividends.

Lois Lane had never had a huge ass. It was toned and tight, but now the muscles were slowly growing, and while she didn't yet have a bubble butt, Lois could feel how the bigger backside was stretching her tighter pants and skirts, and how it had started to eat her underwear, the thin fabric sliding into the crack...and more than that, Lois thought Angie had started replacing some of her underwear with g-strings. Not that Lois minded: if anything, she wanted her ass to get bigger. Wanted to crush that cock between her cheeks. Feel the hot seed burst deep inside of her.

"Ten," Blaze said as Lois lifted up again, her ass clenching and pulling at the hard cock, but sliding easily on the lube...

The reporter was sweating now, feeling a bit of burn in her thighs, but her core was steady. Four weeks ago, she knew she couldn't do this many squats, but with Blaze providing her "inspiration," Lois knew she was never skipping leg day again...

Sweat was dripping off of her, and her ass was burning as Lois shakingly completed the final rep...hovering for a moment above the dickgirl's stiff prick...and then the reporter stood up and bent over the edge of the bed, reaching back to spread her asscheeks. She could feel her little browneye gaping open.

"Time for my cooldown," she said...but Blaze was already there, dribbling lube down the crack of the reporter's ass, and pressing the great pink head of her cock into the reporter's asshole.

Lois panted with sated need as now Angie did all the work, the cock pumping in and out of the hot, tight hole. She mewled like an animal, not bothering to suppress her body's **** shivering as that thick cock speared her ass, over and over, the heat spreading out from her ass, cunt quivering in sympathetic excitement as the dickgirl pounded away at her, those balls slamming into her labia, Blaze's hands massaging the reporter's tired muscles at hip and back and shoulder.

The reporter closed her eyes. Sometimes, she thought she could just lay there and get fucked in the ass all day...but no, too long and even her now well-traveled hole would tear or get worn out. Lois moaned, enjoying the **** need of Angie's pounding, and waiting excitedly for what would follow. Ever since they had met, Blaze had ceased masturbating, saving all of her sperm for this one moment...

The thrusts grew faster and shallower. Blaze was huffing above her like a dog, and Lois squeezed her ass, elated at the little gasp as her asshole throttled that cock...and it was only with great effort that the dickgirl pulled out until only her head was still within the reporter's ass...and poured forth all of her pent-up cum...and Lois sighed in relief at the now-familiar sensation of Angie's hot spunk filling her ass.

The dickgirl pulled out her dick with a pop.

"You've got to get to work, sweetmeat," Angie said.

"After...after you clean up your mess," she said.

Lois reached back to finger her own cunt as the cum oozed out of her asshole. She loved the sensation of the hot spunk on her fingers as she thrust her fingers into her hot hole...almost as much as she loved the feel of Angie's hands spreading her asscheeks, the tongue slathering the hot hole, sucking up some of her own cum.

They stayed like that until Lois Lane's own climax, not far off, finally came. Pussy clenched around the stiff fingers, her ass squeezed the hot tongue buried inside of it. Lois brought her fingers up to suck the last of the jizz off of her fingertips. It was nasty and disgusting sex...and Lois loved every minute of her morning squats.