Epilogue: Pregnant Threesome

"We should really talk about this," Lois Lane said as Callie Clement lifted the reporter's shirt and Angelica Blaze pulled at her pants. "I mean, there's legal ramifications, health insurance issues...I mean, parts of the United States don't even recognize gay marriage, much less polyamorous unions..."

"Y'all should get gay married," the dickgirl said, as Lois stepped out of the pants. "I would seriously love to fuck you both in bridal dresses, bellies already bulging..."

"Don't be crude," Callie tittered as she unhooked the reporter's bra. "But she has a good point, Lois: at least you and I are American citizens, and Lois has health insurance through her job, Blaze is..."

They didn't like to talk about their well-hung lover's legal status, the source of her income, or the cloud of troubles that represented her "issues with the law." Fortunately, getting laid regularly seemed to have kept Blaze away from any active supervillainy, and a quiet word with a few of the Justice Leaguers had confirmed that as long as Blaze was not actively killing people or turning them into demons, they were willing to turn a blind eye to small matters like running an illegal club.

Lois Lane's panties were the last thing to go. The smiling Angelica gripped them with her teeth and pulled them down the pregnant reporter's thighs. Callie came up behind her, hands grasping the reporter's tits, pressing her own small breasts into the reporter's back. Lois leaned back against her, hands rubbing the young woman's flanks...

"I...I didn't want to tell you before," Callie whispered into Lois' ear. "But I have, um, a kind of fetish for pregnant women."

The reporter smiled. Blaze had dragged the panties down to her ankles, and Lois stepped out of them. "Am I going to have to go through your laptop? Search for your hidden porn stash?"

She could feel the young woman blush, and smiled wider. "Maybe we can watch them together. Get a few ideas for when we're big and round...stage our own little fun..."

By unspoken consent, they all moved toward the bed. It was only a queen, since they were in Lois Lane's apartment, which made sleeping arrangements...cosy. It would be damn near impossible once Lois and Callie were actively showing. They'd have to get a king-sized bed...and maybe a bigger place.

"By Lucifer, you two are going to look so sexy when your bellies are bulging," Angelica grinned. The dickgirl was positively crowing in delight, proud at this obvious sign of her virility. Lois, for her part, was just dying for a dicking.

"So loves...how are we doing things tonight? Turns?" The reporter asked.

"There's something I've been wanting to try," the dickgirl said, stroking her shaft. "Lois, you lay down on bottom, and Callie you climb on top..."

It took less time to assume the position than it did for Angelica to describe it. Callie was on her arms, half-lying on Lois, her pussy lowered until their lower bellies—neither of them showing yet the lives growing within—were touching, pussies as close together as they could get, clits almost rubbing together.

"Hey," Callie said, as she stared down into the reporter's violet eyes.

"Hey yourself," Lois grinned back, craning her neck for a kiss.

Their lips met just as Blaze slid her cock in between them, the veiny shaft rubbing against both their clits as it slid into the tight space between their stomachs.

"How's that feel?" Angelica called out. Lois and Callie, unwilling to break their kiss, each gave a thumbs up.

They moved as ones, bellies clenching, tongues exploring, Angelica Blaze's thick cock pumping between them, stimulating both mothers-to-be at once, hips shuddering together. Lois Lane felt her pussy quiver, aching for penetration, but this was good too...

And then they did break the kiss, gasping in unison as Blaze started caressing their twats with her fingers, slow-fucking her breeding bitches, driving the two women on the bed farther and farther down the road to climax. Lois moaned and her free hands came up to grab at Callie's nipples, twisting them the way that the young woman liked, wondering what they would look like as the pregnancy progressed, and the student herself buried her face in the reporter's neck, teeth biting down lightly on the reporter's shoulder, the little frisson of pain that made the pleasure that much more exquisite.

Sweat plastered their bodies as the dickgirl pounded on, Callie's belly sliding atop of Lois, her mouth and tongue moving, tasting. The reporter grabbed the young woman's ass in one hand and raked her nails across Callie's back with the other, hips bucking involuntarily as Blaze used two slender, stiff fingers to pound her pussy as the cock slid in between the lovers.

Callie came first, as she usually did. Sensitive and with a tendency toward being multi-climactic, which both Blaze and Lois enjoyed very much. Lois felt the woman squirt, the dripping spray falling on the sliding dick, drenching the reporter's own pussy...and that in turn made Blaze shudder and spasm, a white-hot gout of liquid love bursting onto their bellies, making Callie and Lois' stomaches a churning white mess...

...and then they both focused on Lois, as they always did, and she basked in the **** of tongue and cock and fingers and mouths, drowning herself in being the subject of attention for both her lovers. They panted, moaned, and sucked until Lois Lane's hips bucked and squeezed around those tight fingers, Callie's mouth clamped tight around her nipple.

Callie slid off Lois, rolling onto her side. The pregnant reporter scooched over so that Angelica, stiff-legged and dripping, could squeeze in next to her. She stared at the ceiling and closed her eyes, then voiced the one thought all three of them were thinking.

"First things first, we need a bigger bed."