Epilogue: The News

The alarm on her smartphone blared. Lois Lane opened one eye, her hand came down, and swiped the thing off. The reporter closed her eyes again for a moment...and heard the soft breathing of her girlfriend in bed next to her. Lois could feel the soreness in her ass, the sticky feeling that made her briefly think she'd had an accident...but no. Angelica had just fucked her to sleep last night, her cock filling the reporter's ass up to the brim with hot spunk. Like she had done every night for the last month.

If she tried, Lois could remember the time before she woke up farting sperm. When her girlfriend sometimes spent the nights in her own apartment. She allowed herself a little grin.

"But why would I? Those days sucked." She whispered to herself.

One hand slid between her asscheeks, to better hold the jizz inside of her rectum as Lois slipped out of the bed and toward the bathroom. Work today. That meant a shower, getting dressed. Lois slid onto the toilet and let loose, glad that Angelica had talked her into getting the bidet attachment.

"Speak of the devil," Lois whispered as a yawning, almost naked figure stumbled into the bathroom. The dickgirl was wearing a pair of Lois Lane's socks, and a pair of her panties...the yellow cotton ones with the little bows...the great swollen cock hung out of the top, the balls a distinctive bulge underneath. The dickgirl was aiming for the sink, but Lois reached out and her hand circled the shaft, tugging it toward her mouth.

"No!" The reporter said, in the same tone of voice she would use for a bad puppy. "No pissing in the sink. Just wait until I'm done and use the toilet."

Blaze growled unhappily...but then Lois Lane's mouth closed on the swollen head, and the grumble in the dickgirl's throat turned into something like a purr. In truth, Lois had never been that keen on giving blowjobs...but a month with Angelica, and the reporter almost thought she was addicted to it. The warm meat filling her mouth just felt so...right. The slime of the precum oozing down her throat whetted her appetite. There were plenty of days when Lois didn't even need coffee, as long as she had her cream...

The dark-haired dickgirl began to thrust her hips as her girlfriend stroked her dick. Lois Lane's eyes narrowed, squeezing her buttocks to get the last of Angelica's cum out of her colon. She flushed, then fingered the controls of the bidet. A stream of warm water hit the reporter's buttocks, and she guided her butt around, until it hit the ring of her anus. A little thrill went up her body as the warm water struck her gaping asshole. It was almost as good as when Blaze came inside of her. Almost.

Angelica was awake enough to tap Lois on the shoulder. The reporter stroked faster, locked her lips, nostrils flaring in excitement....and then the dick seemed to swell in her hand, and a hot, bitter feast flooded her mouth. Lois didn't know how the dickgirl did it, but she never left her girlfriend with less than a mouthful...and Lois made a mental note to swill some mouthwash before she left for work.

"Love you," Blaze mumbled, as she pulled her cock from the reporter's grip, wiping the last bit of splooge over the reporter's lips.

"Love you too," Lois said. "I was thinking we might celebrate tonight."

Blaze opened bleary eyes, her interest raised.

"About you moving in. Officially, I mean," Lois said. She stroked the cock, milking out the last salty drop. The thick load was sliding down her throat toward her stomach. "You spend all your time here anyway."

Angelica grinned. "Any conditions?"

"Pay your share of the rent. Don't use my toothbrush. And you get hard whenever I want you."

"Well that," Angelica said, and she leaned down to pull Lois off the toilet and into a hug. "I can absolutely guarantee."

Lois never thought she would learn to love the feel of other breasts pressing against her own...or a hard, slimy cock scrawl across her stomach. She couldn't wait to tell Clark the news.