Epilogue: Nurse Blaze

The thermometer beeped. Angelica Blaze took it out of Lois Lane's unresisting lips.

"Well, you're not running a temperature, sweetmeat," the dickgirl said. She sat on the edge of the bed, dressed only in a long t-shirt that wasn't quite long enough to conceal the cock hanging between her legs.

"Then I have to go to work—" Lois tried weakly to sit up...and was very glad that Blaze's reflexes were so inhumanly good, as the bucket was underneath her chin just as she vomited again. After a night of throwing up, there was nothing left in her stomach but some thin, pale yellow bile. Angelica rubbed the back of the reporter's shoulders as Lois huffed, hoping she had got it all out before collapsing back against the pillows.

"I'm going to call in to your boss and tell him you're sick, sweetmeat," Blaze said. "Even the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter can't work puking her guts out."

Angie stood up to make the call...and Lois sank back against the bed.

After that first night, they had met up again, every few days. At first, Lois had thought it was just sex, because they certainly ended up in bed often enough. Then Angie had surprised her with an actual date...and another...and now they saw each other almost every other day, and more often than not Blaze would stay the night when they did have sex. They had been careful too, since that first night. Condoms, every time...and Lois had decided to quit **** completely, which Angie had been surprisingly okay with. It had just been pure luck that the dickgirl had been here two nights ago when the vomiting started...and she had stayed by the reporter's side ever since.

Must have picked up a bug, somewhere, Lois thought. She was exhausted, having gotten almost no sleep. Nor had she gotten a shower. The reporter could almost smell herself, marinating beneath the blankets, and it wasn't a pleasant odor.

Blaze reappeared and pulled back the covers. Lois shivered slightly, chill despite not running a fever. She was limp as a ragdoll as Angie demonstrated that remarkable strength she had, sliding her arms under the reporter's legs and back and lifting her straight up out of bed.

"Wha—?" Lois asked.

"Babe, you know I love it when your pussy smells a little strong...like when you come home sweaty from a run. But you need a bath. So I'm going to put you in the tub and scrub you down."

The reporter was in no position to resist as the dickgirl carried her into the bathroom, sat her down, and stripped her out of her soiled night-things. Lois found herself staring bleary-eyed at the tip of Blaze's dick, hanging just below the hem of her shirt. In any situation where she didn't feel like utter crap, she knew she might take advantage of this opportunity...

Blaze turned on the water. Lois had a big, off-yellow natural sponge from her last trip to Florida. Soft and thick. The dickgirl cradled the back of Lois Lane's head with one hand while the sponge ran up and down the reporter's trim body...wiping at her armpits, under her small breasts where the boob-sweat accumulated, around her collar...down the soft plain of her stomach, between her legs...

Lois let out a little moan. Angie hadn't touched her down there, not since before the nausea had hit her. The reporter licked her lips and eyed the cock, which was slowly rising, lifting the shirt as it did so. It was amazing how used to sex the reporter had become in just a few short weeks. Lois had never considered herself to have a high sex drive, but with Angie it was like...whenever she got wet, the dickgirl got hard. And Angie could stay hard for a long time.

Blaze seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"Sweetmeat...it's been about six weeks since that first night, hasn't it?"

The reporter blinked, shaken out of her erotic daydream. "Yeah?"

"Did you take a Plan B pill after our little trip in the car?"

Lois blinked again, sensing where this was going. "No..."

"I know we've been using condoms, but do you have an IUD? Been on any other form of birth control?"

"No, I didn't need it. I hadn't...I hadn't been with anyone in so long..." Lois said.

The sponge pressed against the reporter's pussy. "When was the last time you had your period?"

Lois thought...and thought...

"Eight weeks," she whispered. "But I mean...it was just one time..."

"That's all it takes," Blaze stood up...and pulled off her shirt. The cock was standing proud now, the nipples on her small breasts stiff. Lois watched as the dickgirl grabbed a condom from one of the drawers on the sink, tore open the wrapping, and unrolled it on her cock. Despite herself, Lois couldn't help but feel excitement between her legs. Increasingly, when Angie got hard, Lois would get wet...

Then the dickgirl brought out the lube, and the pregnancy test.

"I...Angie...what?" Lois was confused...but she didn't resist when Angie picked her up and threw the wet reporter over her shoulder. She twisted around, seeing her own ass on display in the mirror above the sink as Angie, with a knowing smile, brought the lube up to the reporter's ass and began to massage it in. The reporter squirmed, but not much. This wasn't the first time they'd tried anal...but normally Angie let Lois clean herself out first...

Not that there's much left inside my stomach, the reporter realized. It had been coming out of her from both ends for days.

Blaze raised the lid on the toilet and sat down...and hands on both of the reporter's hips, lowered the wet Lois Lane down onto her cock. Lois huffed, grabbing onto the edge of the sink and the wall for support as she felt the condom-clad cock touch her lubed-up asshole...and then, with Angelica controlling her descent, she slid down on it...all the way down...gently impaled on that magnificent, stubborn shaft that stretched her once-virgin hole so much wider than Lois ever would have dared...and Lois couldn't stop the flush that came to her cheeks as her ass hit the base of Blaze's abdomen.

"Now...I need you to urinate," Blaze said.

Numbly, Lois grabbed the plastic wand off the edge of the sink. She swayed forward, Blaze grabbing her by the waist to keep her from falling...heart pounding in her chest as she realized she didn't know what she wanted the outcome of this test to be. A baby would just be... life-changing.

It was always harder to pee when someone was watching, and Lois found it was harder still when a giant cock was plugging her ass. Every time she clenched her muscles to try and **** a drop, she found herself squeezing her ass tight too...but eventually she felt it, her bladder fit to burst. That strange tension of pressure versus the orifice that stubbornly remained shut...until there was a sudden relaxation and...

A dark golden stream poured down, almost hitting the rim of the toilet. Lois dipped the wand into the golden arc, ignoring the little splash, making sure she got it good and wet...and then, as her pee dribbled out, she set it aside.

Lois expected Blaze to fuck her then...to bounce her up and down on that cock, so that Lois could feel it slide in and out of her ass. Instead, the dickgirl's hands slid upwards to grope the reporter's breasts. Her lips pressed against Lois Lane's spine. Hoarsely, she whispered:

"Masturbate. I want to feel it as you cum on my cock."

Lois Lane wasn't one to take orders in the bedroom or outside of it, but she relented. Her right hand reached down to find her clit. She began to rub it with two fingers. Closing her eyes as she tried to imagine some sexy scenario...and surprised herself when what came immediately to mind was her bent over on all fours, her big drooping belly brushing the carpet as Blaze slammed her cock in and out of the reporter's pregnant ass again and again...and the image was so vivid, Lois began to pant...to buck...squeezing her ass until it hurt, rubbing furiously. She didn't know why it was so hot, but it was working for her, and she only needed a little more...a little more....

"Aaaaagh!" Lois Lane's cry was small, stifled. Like when she had to masturbate in the dorm at college, afraid someone else would hear her. Yet Blaze held her as her body shook, kissed her shoulder as the reporter leaned forward, exhausted by the ordeal after her days-long illness.

They both gazed at the test. The results had come in.

Wordlessly, Angelica lifted Lois off her cock. The reporter stood on shaky legs as the dickgirl took off the filthy condom and disposed of it. The raw, unprotected dick that Lois hadn't taken inside her pussy for six weeks stared at her, hard and angry. Lois stood there, shaking with apprehension and anticipation.

There was no more need for condoms now...not for nine months, anyway.