Epilogue: Regrets, She Had A Few

She walked alone through the rainy streets of Metropolis. As though Heaven itself cried in its grief. Her left hand felt heavy as lead, the gold and diamonds weighing down her very soul.

Lois Lane had told her wife that she was going out for milk...put on pants with streams of cum still flowing down her thighs, squishing into her shoes. Didn't even grab an umbrella as the sky thundered. Didn't look back at the beautiful dickgirl who was stroking her cock with Lois Lane's last clean pair of panties.

The reporter walked until her feet turned her to the one person in this city she could talk to. Dripping on hallway carpet, she had rung the buzzer, and the door had unlocked so that she could come up. Sixth-floor walk-up. Water ran down her face, and Lois didn't even know she was crying until her vision blurred, and Clark Kent ushered her in.

Within moments she was out of her clothes and wrapped in a clean, dry bathrobe, a fluffy towel around her hair, a cup of cocoa with extra marshmallows in her shaking, cold hands.

"...I got married," she finished. Her voice sounded small and weak in her ears, not at all like her normal voice. "I don't...I mean, it just seems like such a blur, signing the paperwork, saying the words...she didn't even wait until we were back in Metropolis, she had me ride in her lap in the car, her cock plugging up my cunt, and..."

She blushed, realizing what she was saying, and who she was saying it to.

"...oh God, Smallville, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She opened her violet eyes wide..and for the first time she began to pick up on signs she should have picked up on earlier.

Clark was dressed only in his pajama pants, his great muscled, hairy chest bare. There was a long blonde hair on his shoulder. The door to his bedroom was open, the bed ruffled...a very small, delicate, feminine foot poking out from under the covers.

"...Great Caesar's ghost, Clark I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt!" Her voice dropped down into a whisper.

He gave a smile. "I'm sure Kara won't mind. But Lois, are you sure about this? Marriage is a big step. I'm sure if you're having second thoughts you can get it annulled."

"I...I don't know," Lois sighed. "I mean, I might already be pregnant, and sexually we're really compatible, it's just...I think I'm just getting cold feet."

Clark reached out to her...and then hesitated. For the first time, Lois felt the gulf between them. She was married. He was with someone. What would she think if she found her boyfriend out here, with a naked woman, and he half-dressed? No, Lois knew she had to extract herself as quickly as possible.

She finished her cocoa in a swallow, wishing for a moment that it was something stronger, and stood up. She looked down at herself.

"Look, I hate to be a bother, but could I borrow a set of your sweats or something? I'll give them back at the Daily Planet on Monday."

"Of course, Lois," he said. "If that's what you want."

She **** herself not to look at his crotch as he stood up and went to fetch the clothes. There was a wet spot on his pajamas, where the tip of his dick pressed against the thin fabric. Lois accepted the clothes gratefully, even though they were far too big for her, and quietly took her leave, her wet clothes in a plastic bag. Trying to ignore the wet throb between her legs.

The rain had stopped by the time she left. Lois even remembered to get milk before she headed back to her apartment.

"Angie?" Lois asked as she walked into the dark apartment. All the curtains had been closed, the lights were off. "I'm home..."

For just a moment, Lois thought maybe the dickgirl had left. That it had all been her imagination. Then she heard a muffled whine from the bedroom.

Lois tip-toed in, barely able to breathe. The dickgirl had blindfolded herself, and gagged herself with Lois Lane's cum-stained panties. The sheets had been tied into bonds around the bedposts that slid tight around her wrists, so that once tightened Angelica couldn't undo them...but not so tight as to cut off circulation.

The cock was huge in the darkness.

Throbbing. Waiting. Achingly stiff. Balls taut.

Regrets, Lois had a few. She wasn't sure how this marriage was going to work out. But as she pulled off Clark's sweats, she could feel her cunny ache. She hadn't been fucked for hours.

At the touch of her tongue, Angelica jerked as if from a blow. Lois closed her mouth over the huge head, teeth biting slightly into the rubbery flesh, and the dickgirl froze. Unable to see who it was. Ready to explode at any moment. The reporter ran her tongue over the swollen ridge on the underside, tasting the salty, bitter precum. Her pussy was already wet. She wanted to feel this monster inside of her. Her mind's eye thought of Clark Kent's cock, outlined against her pajama pants. Wondered what lucky bitch was getting his dick right now.

The one thing she knew...the one thing Lois Lane was absolutely certain of, as she climbed that tower of cock in the dark, teasing that dick by spreading her labia and rubbing her hot cunt against the leaking prick...is that her husband was much bigger.