Epilogue: The Best Part of Waking Up

There is no pillow in the world like the warm, firm ass of the woman you've impregnated. Lois Lane slept the sleep of the just, one cheek pressed against Supergirl's butt. Between the reporter's legs, her cock stirred like a sleeping serpent...swelled and grew hard, the swollen head emerged and veins stood out on the surface.

It had never gone away. Lex Luthor suggested that needed more research, but neither Lois or Kara were unhappy at this turn of events. They had moved in together almost immediately, and in between writing articles for the Daily Planet and saving the world, the two of them spent every sex-drenched nights together...

The reporter rolled over in her sleep, and her nose slid into the crack of Kara's ass. Almost instinctively, Lois opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue. Blindly, the small pink muscle dabbed at Kara's taint, sought southward for her slit...and tasted the cold, bitter jelly of last night's spunk.

That was good. It meant the blonde was wet enough to take her.

Lois Lane's libido had not decreased in the month since she had gained a dick. Kara had taken it upon herself to take responsibility for the constant distraction of the reporter's near-constant desire to ejaculate, by designating herself as Lois Lane's personal cum dump.

"Anytime you need it," Supergirl had assured her. "Even if I'm asleep. Just use my body as you see fit. I don't want you to suffer."

There was no suffering as Lois sleepily guided the head of her stiff, aching prick to the well-used tunnel.

A month ago, Kara-El's pussy had been pristine, virginal. A bare pink line dusted with beach fuzz. Now the labia had darkened to a rose pink, and the lips had thickened slightly. Lois didn't know if that was a Kryptonian thing or just a result of the tremendous amount of sex they'd had...but she loved that secret lewdness. The blonde stirred in her sleep as Lois slipped the head of her cock past those cum-encrusted lips...and the reporter smiled as she saw the little knuckles shift, letting her know that Kara was awake.

The reporter pressed the whole, long length of the cock into her—Kara wasn't bottomless, but her pussy seemed deep, and tight, always wet and ready to fuck. Lois leaned over and pressed her hips into that pert little buttock until they squeezed against her abdomen like soft little hills, and planted kisses on Kara's back.

The beautiful blonde purred and stretched, her pussy squeezed tight about her lover's cock. Then she said that one word that always drove Lois wild.

"Harder."

Often, they made love gently. Lois Lane had been on the receiving end of a cock enough to know that humping and pumping wasn't all there was to feeling good. She loved to actually bring Kara to climax...to hear that womanly voice rise up a few notches, to feel the shudder through that athletic body as she was rocked to her core. Yet sometimes...like in the morning, when Lois Lane felt like she was about to burst...Kara wanted nothing more than to be pounded into wet mush and a sticky load to be dumped deep inside her cunt.

Lois loved her for more than that...but it was absolutely the best part of her mornings.

The reporter slammed her hips forward and back. Sloppy strings of old spunk spattered from the super-tight slit that gripped her cunny like a vacuum. Lois tangled her hand in the golden hair and pulled, and Kara grinned. The dickgirl wasn't strong enough to hurt her, but she loved it when Lois tried to take control, pushed herself harder, raised a sweat and pounded her pussy hard and fast...and sometimes, like today, she actually got off on that energy. They panted in unison, and the reporter's hips ached, the well-muscled ass rippled slightly with the ****...Lois could feel her abs get a workout as she strove to keep up the punishing pace, the head in her dick now an ache...the pressure between her legs built and built, than moved...and Lois Lane groaned from the very depths of her soul as rope after sticky rope, enough to impregnate dozens of women, were sucked forward into the pussy of the only women that Lois cared about.

Where she had already left her mark.

Kara grinned as Lois paused, dick imbedded deep inside of her. The suction on the schlong from Supergirl's super-cunt-muscles was such that Lois couldn't have removed herself, even if she wanted to. The Kryptonian cunt was like one of those penis pumps, the cock achey and swollen.

The blonde rolled over, and Lois found herself on her back, ass in the wet spot. Kara brought up her knees and reached down to play with her clit.

Lois Lane lay back, utterly supine. She sucked in air and watched Kara's ass rise and fall. Sometimes, Supergirl liked for her lover to eat her own spunk of her slit, and sometimes, like now, she simply wanted to ride until she reached her own orgasm. Lois reached out and massaged that pale lower back. Happy to do anything for her.

"Happy one month anniversary," Lois whispered hoarsely.

"Hmm, I should warn you." Kara said, as she flashed a smile over her shoulder. "Apparently Kryptonian sex drives go into overdrive during pregnancy!"

Lois Lane grinned...and wondered if she would survive the next nine months.