Epilogue: Pregnant Proposition

"Clark Kent," Lois Lane said. "You're not getting away from me this time!"

The dickgirl reporter had taken well to wearing trousers. It had taken a little getting used to the monster between her legs, but now she could strut and scratch her balls as well as a man...although she would never do the latter in public. Her erstwhile colleague didn't both to suppress a guilty smile as she cornered him in the men's room, having just finished urinating but not yet zipped up.

"I haven't been ignoring you Lois, honest," he said. "I've been busy...doing my job, saving the world..."

"Hmm-hmm," Lois said, putting her hand on his shoulders. "And did you talk to your girlfriend?"

"She's agreed to have dinner," he said, guardedly. "There's a little Greek place, not far from the Themysciran embassy—Karcharías."

"Lana likes Greek," Lois said. "Tomorrow? Eight?"

"It's a date," he said, and zipped himself up. "A double-date."

Lana Lang wore her engagement ring, and a blue dress that hugged her curves...and even though her pregnancy wasn't showing yet, Lois liked to think that she could see a little belly starting to protrude. She wore her red hair up, with combs to keep it in place. Lois preferred a black suit, no tie, the white dress shirt open at the collar. With her small breasts and long hair and makeup, she gave a strangely androgynous appearance...and Lois found she liked that, these days.

Clark and Diana were already at the restaurant. He had opted for a slightly nicer version of his standard businesswear: a pinstripe gray suit, broad at the shoulders and narrow at the waist, with suspenders rather than a belt. The better to show off his broad chest and emphasize his height. His Amazonian girlfriend was as tall as he was, in her two-inch heels, and more elegant than either of them. Some sort of one-piece black dress shot through with silver threads, that hung off one shoulder. Her blue eyes twinkled as she saw Lois and Lana, shook their hands carefully so that her superhuman strength didn't crush their puny mortal bones—and as she went into the restaurant, both Lana and Lois's eyes were drawn to the ass, accentuated by the heels and the dress, the globular, muscular buttocks rolling beneath the starry black fabric.

They followed Wonder Woman in.

The interior of the restaurant was cozy, the kind of place that tries to give the appearance of being outside even when you're inside, with a floor like a cobbled street, sidewalks along the wall, even a few fire hydrants for show; the walls painted as a mural of some Athens street, and if you were of a certain mind you could almost think you were there...

Lois and Clark tried a sickly sweet Greek wine, Lana and Diana contented themselves with tea. Diana ordered, in fluent Greek, and then they sat there as silence hit the restaurant for half a heartbeat...and Lois felt it was time.

"Lana and I are getting married," Lois said. They held up their hands, showing the little golden bands. Clark and Diana made the usual happy noises, but Lois wasn't finished.

"And uh...Lana is pregnant. By me."

Diana's eyes went wide. Clark feigned surprise, though the reporter knew he had sussed out Lois Lane's new anatomy weeks ago. Between them, Lois and Lana managed to give a fairly accurate—and occasionally explicit—accounting of their adventure at the club. Including the conversation that Lois and Lana had at the end, as the defeated Blaze had sat there in shock.

"So..." Diana narrowed her eyes. "You want to fuck my boyfriend?"

"If you're okay with it," Lana said. "I mean, we don't know if you're...up to swinging. We don't want to get in the way of your relationship. But the more we thought about it, and the more we talked about it, we just thought...well, fucking Clark is something we've both wanted."

"Hmm," Diana said, tapping her fingers on the table. She narrowed her eyes and turned to Clark Kent. "And what do you think, darling?"

"I think," he said, "you might want to tell them our news."

The Amazon shook her head, but didn't stop smiling. "I'm pregnant too. Clark and I are getting married."

Now it was Lois and Lana's turn to issue congratulations...but that still left the main subject of conversation in the air...and so it would stay as, with pretenatural timing, the food arrived. The two couples chowed down on octopus and lamb, fresh bread, and a cheese that smelled slightly rancid but was delicious, especially with the little olives that the pregnant women devoured between them with such gusto. They were waiting for dessert, Lois and Lana not pressing the question. Diana had all the power here, and they knew it.

"I suppose," the Amazon said. "We could try swinging. Since neither Lana or I can get pregnant, there's no risk of accidents. However, if you think this is going to be a three-way, you are badly mistaken." Diana's smile was wolfish. "I fully intend to participate."

"Are you okay with this, Clark?" Lois asked.

The shy man from Kansas smiled.

"My gorgeous fiance is asking me to make love with her and my two best friends in the whole world," he said. "Yes, I'm very okay with this, as long as Diana is."

"Good," Wonder Woman said, popping the last olive in her mouth. "Then it's settled. When and where?"

Lois and Lana looked at each other. Sometimes, it felt like they were on the same wavelength.

"Tonight!" They said together.

Which is how, an hour later, the two couples found themselves in the honeymoon suite of a discreet hotel. They undressed together, all four of them somewhat self-conscious...Lois and Lana in part because they were mere mortal women, while the pair they were about to share a night of pleasure with were a virtual demi-god and the last son of Krypton. Between the two of them, Superman and Wonder Woman could tear a continent apart, and reduce a mountain to rubble...yet it was Diana's eyes that grew wide when Lois Lane slipped off her boxers.

"Great Hera!" She whispered. "She's bigger than you are, Clark!"

The Man of Steel smiled. His own natural penis hung down impressively. "I know. Not much in length, but in girth..."

Diana stared at Lois. "How can you still walk? Where do you put it all?"

Which is when the naked redhead, her hair still in combs, fell on the bed with her legs open. The great mound of her swollen pussy looked massive, the pale quivering mons a tremendous cameltoe standing out from her crotch. Lana reached down and spread her lips, far past what any normal human being could. The bright pink tunnel was practically swimming with her juices.

"Why don't you find out?" Lana asked, batting her eyes, and Diana needed no further invitation to crawl onto the bed. Lesbianism was a strong component of Amazonian culture, and the princess of the Amazons pushed her face into the great cunt like a five-year-old grabbing the biggest slice of birthday cake.

Lois and Clark began to stroke themselves hard...and then shared a glance at laughed. Impulsively, Lois reached over to grab his cock, and not to be outdone his own much more massive hand reached over to grab hers. Somewhat clumsily, they rubbed each other into hardness, stared at their fiances.

"So..." Superman said. "Would you like to try Diana's pussy?"

"I would," Lois said. It was eerily how well this was going...but then again, they were all friends here. As long as everyone was on the same frequency and okay with what was going on...why shouldn't they be getting along. "What about you?"

"Well, you don't have a pussy anymore," he said, and his prick jutted out, as hard as a steel bar. "But I was wondering if I could...stick in your ass?"

He blushed as he said it. Lois took a deep breath. They'd talked about anal on the way back from the restaurant, and they had taken turns cleaning themselves out in the bathroom...but now that she faced the actual prospect of taking his super-cock in her little hole...

She swallowed hard. "Be gentle with me?"

"Of course, Lois," he said, and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek...but she moved, her mouth opening, and she caught his mouth with his own. That was their first kiss, their hard pricks erect, listening to the moans and sloppy lapping sounds of Diana and Lana on the bed. When they broke the kiss, the two smiled...and turned toward their ladies.

Lana's eyes locked with Lois Lane's as the reporter grabbed the Amazon's hips. Diana didn't even look up as she felt the tip of the dickgirl's cock rub against her pussy...but she gasped as the reporter pressed forward, forcing the superhuman lips apart. The redhead grabbed the Amazon, stared into her eyes as Lois slowly pushed forward...and once the tip was in, Lois felt Clark part her cheeks, his tongue licking her taint before focusing on her ass.

It was a long, slow chain of fucking. Diana sucked on Lana's clitoris. Lois slowly **** more and more of her fat prick into the impossibly tight box before her, and by the time she had three inches in, Clark was behind her, rubbing the tip of his own cock against her brown-eye. The whole room seemed alive with anticipation as he slowly **** his Kryptonian cock into Lois Lane's ass...and the **** of that movement sent her deeper into Diana, and the Amazon's tongue deeper into Lana, and then all three of them were moving, together, not lost int heir own little worlds but moving one with the other, feeling and experiencing what they had to offer...and when Lana came, they were a frenzied chain, linked together, and their orgasms triggered off one another, hips slamming back so that Lois was sandwiched between the humping Amazon and the ass-hungry Superman, her cock bursting as it poured its seed deep into Wonder Woman's already pregnant womb, and moments later Lois felt the hot shot of Superman's jism spurt inside of her like an oil derrick going off...

...and they disentangled and collapsed together onto the bed.

"That was...wonderful," Lana said.

"Super," Lois agreed.

"Delicious," Diana licked her lips.

"Promising," Clark finished. Both women and the dickgirl looked at him.

"What?" He said, innocently. "You don't think it's going to end there, do you? We're just getting started!"

And all four of them grinned, because they knew he was right.