Epilogue: She Cums And Goes

Sunlight leaked through the window. Lois Lane woke up in her own bed. Head throbbing. Her mouth felt fuzzy and sour. She lay in bed, long minutes past the time she would normally have crawled out for a shit, a shower, a cup of coffee. It was the weekend, and Lois Lane's sleep-befuddled brain sought to put together the pieces of what happened last night...

When the door to her apartment opened, and the smell of fresh espresso wafted in from the kitchen.

Suddenly alert, heart-pounding, Lois flipped over and caught sight of the intruder...and was greeted with the sly half-smile of Angelica Blaze, in ripped black jeans, a t-shirt with an indecipherable heavy metal band name stretched out over her small breasts, and a pair of aviator sunglasses. She was holding a steaming Starbucks cup.

"Hey sweetmeat," Blaze said. "Did I wake you?"

"No!" Lois managed, rubbing her eyes, oddly unselfconscious about her nudity. Then again, what little she remembered of the night before, Lois and Angelica had gotten to know each other...carnally.

"Good," the dickgirl held out her free hand. "C'mon, up!"

Lois grabbed the hand and let herself be hauled to her feet. The dickgirl poked and prodded Lois toward the bathroom, and handed her the cup of coffee.

"What's going on?" Lois asked.

"I want to fuck you ass," Blaze said. "So go clean yourself out. I'll be naked and hard by the time you're done."

The dickgirl slammed the door shut...and Lois Lane blinked, barely able to process this new change of events...and then she saw that Blaze, or someone had laid out a fresh and clean enema kit on the toilet. The reporter slurped down a mouthful of coffee, and then her stomach rumbled. Last night's **** had come.

It was half an hour and several flushes later before Lois exited the bathroom. She felt five pounds lighter, the coffee was empty, and she was definitely 110% awake. Yet still not ready for the sight of the naked dickgirl laying in her bed, stroking her cock with her left hand, emptying lube on it with her right. In the early morning light, the sober and awake reporter could admire the muscles of her lover's form...the length and definition on her cock, the dark wildness of her curly hair.

"Come on. Don't leave me waiting. I want you to sit on my dick," Blaze said.

While cleaning her colon, Lois had time to think of this weird intrusion into her life. She wasn't used to booty calls, couldn't even remember giving Blaze her spare key. The idea of someone forcing herself into her apartment and demanding sex should have made the reporter's spine stiffen...yet for some reason, Lois couldn't manage any ire. There was a forthrightness of Blaze that struck a chord in Lois...like an alleycat who brazenly slipped into her apartment when the door was open, moving in as if she owned the place.

There's plenty of time to kick her out, Lois rationalized. After I get my ass fucked.

She straddled the dickgirl. Angelica's mouth went immediately to the reporter's breasts, sucking and licking each nipples in turn. Lube-slick fingers found her asshole, and Lois grabbed the headboard, trying to remember the last time she'd had anyone in her own room. Months. Longer. She gasped at the now-familiar sensation of a finger slipping into her freshly cleaned asshole...another...just the tip, squirming around inside, then gently pulling her open. Lois couldn't suppress a gasp...and then she felt Blaze's thumbs on the sides of her ass, tugging gently.

Lois got the hint. Knees on either side of Blaze, the naked reporter lowered her hips until the slick, rubbery tip of that cock touched the dickgirl's fingertips. Blaze let go, and Lois **** herself to relax as she sat back, letting the cock slide in.

"Oh fuck," Lois let out a rare expletive as she felt the dickgirl's girth. "Fuck, how did I ever take this? It's took big."

Blaze let a nipple drop out of her mouth. Her hands cupped and squeezed the reporter's ass, but didn't put any pressure on her. She looked into Lois Lane's eyes.

"You did take. You're going to keep taking it. Go slow. Slide all the way down. Don't stop until you feel my balls press against your ass."

It wasn't a command, in the way her father would tell her to take out the trash. Yet it had the same effect on the reporter. Instant obedience. Gripping the backboard tightly, panting and shaking, Lois lowered herself down. Millimeter after mmillimeter, inch after inch. Lois knew the cock couldn't be that long, yet when she couldn't see it, it felt like a tree trunk splitting her in two.

Then something warm pressed against her buttocks.

"There you go, sweetmeat," Blaze leaned forward and licked the sweat from the hollow of the reporter's throat. "Now go on. At your own pace. Fuck yourself on my cock. Let me hear you."

The enthusiasm in Angelica's voice was genuine...and her lips, hot and eager, wandered over the reporter's neck. Emboldened, Lois began to rise and fall. Just slowly at first, barely using her leg muscles, just rolling her hips...and as Angelica's hot mouth moved over her body, as her hands clasped her buttocks harder, Lois began to move more...felt more of the cock slide in and out of her ass with each little bout. Her wet pussy dribbling down on Blaze's crotch as Lois rose and fell, rose and fell.

With a growl, Blaze began to move. Lois gasped as the dickgirl flexed her hips, driving her cock deeper and harder into the reporter's ass—and then Angelica's hand slid between their sweat-slick bellies, finding Lois Lane's sensitive little clit. Lois groaned so loud she knew her neighbors would hear her through the walls.

"Cum for me, pet," Blaze's voice was a harsh purr in her ear. "Cum for me as I fill your thirsty ass with my hot spunk!"

The next few minutes were frenetic. The reporter's body moved against her lover's. Her voice rose in a series of pants and moans, each one louder than before, her clammy thighs clapping as she rose and fell, faster and faster. Toes curling, bed creaking, the heat in her ass building and building and...

"AAAAAAAUUUGH!" Lois Lane woke half the building as hot fuckjuice filled her spasming asshole, the rectum squeezing and milking every drop out of the rigid pole. The reporter fell over backward onto the mattress and Blaze held onto her hip with one hand as she bucked and heaved, churning her seed inside of Lois into a froth...until the reporter lay there slick with sweat, panting, hickies on her neck.

With a grin, Blaze slipped out of the reporter's ass and stood up from the bed. Lois panted, chest heaving, staring at the spunk dripping off that cock, wondering what her lover had planned for her next...

...and unprepared to see the dickgirl immediately reach down and snag her pants, sliding them on without any underwear.

"That should hold you for a day or two. Keep yourself clean for me, at least twice a day. I want you to be ready the next time I stop by to fill your ass with cum."

Lois Lane blinked, her brow furrowed...but she felt oddly tongue-tied as the dickgirl dressed and walked out of her bedroom. She heard the door to her apartment open and shut...and then, as realization sank in that Blaze was gone, the reporter's ass began to throb, hot jizz oozing out of the fresh-fucked hole and onto her sheets.

What the fuck just happened? Lois Lane wondered. Then determination surged within her. Well, it isn't going to happen again!

Except even within her own mind, the rebellious sentiments rang oddly hollow.