Lois Lane's Place

"Sorry for the mess," the reporter said as she opened the door of her apartment. "I wasn't really expecting company tonight."

"It's great, really," Angelica said as she squeezed past into Lois Lane's apartment. "My place is just a loft above the bar. I'm not much of a...homebody."

Lois shut the door with a smile. Her apartment was small and cramped; research books overflowed the bookcase and the bedtable, and there were few pictures on the wall: just a few of her front pages. The only thing she was thankful for is that the bed was made, the laundry bucket wasn't overflowing, and the bathroom was reasonably clean.

Blaze had shed her jacket on a kitchen chair and wandered into the bedroom. She had seized on the two personal pictures in the room.

"This is your family?" she asked.

"Yes. That's my sister, Lucy...and my dad...and that's my mom," Lois felt her throat tighten. "She...passed away, some years ago."

"You favor her," Angelica said, her voice strangely thoughtful. Her hand traced the side of the frame...and then fell down to the other picture, taken at the office. "Your coworkers?"

"Yep! That's Perry White, my editor...Jimmy Olsen, our photographer...and Clark Kent, another reporter."

Blaze's finger lingered on the frame. "Not a boyfriend, I hope?"

"Clark? God no!" Lois **** a laugh.

The dickgirl turned to Lois. Her hands raised and slid behind the reporter's neck, drawing Lois's face forward as she opened her mouth. Their lips met, then their tongues. Soft, tender, but eager, even with all their clothes still. Blaze pressed her body against Lois Lane's, and the reporter could feel the soft heat of those breasts against her own, of that hard bulge digging into her stomach...the hands slid down inside the collar of the reporter's jacket, and Lois let the dickgirl slip it off of her shoulders, to fall on the nearby dresser.

Now the hands slid around the bottom of Lois Lane's t-shirt, and they still kissed as those knowing hands pulled up the soft white cotton, over the reporter's breasts, Lois raising her arms to make it easier, until it tugged at her chin...and they broke, just for a moment, just so Angelica could pull the shirt over the reporter's face...and then when the shirt was blinding her eyes, Lois felt a hand grab and hold her wrists with incredible strength, and another move to the small of her back, dipping the reporter backwards suddenly.

"Good," Blaze whispered. She let her tongue play over the reporter's lips. "Lois...you should know. I don't have any condoms. If we go further...you need to know how this is going to end. Balls deep inside of you. Hot cum spraying your womb. Every time. And it will be more than once. Is that what you want?"