The Bartender's Wives

Lois turned, pussy juices still dripping down her chin, a _Can't you see I'm busy? _look on her face, to see two women standing behind the bar. One could have been Knockout's sister: red hair, muscles, an easy smile; but her breasts were more obviously implants, barely contained in a tube top. The other was thinner, leaner, with dark red hair cut short with long bangs. Her scars screamed danger.

"These are my wives," Knockout said. "Scandal and Liana."

"Er...charmed?" The reporter **** a smile.

"It's a polygamous marriage," Liana explained. "But we're supposed to be exclusive."

Fake-tits raised an eyebrow, decidedly non-plussed.

"I thought our new friend here could help with our...fertility issues." The bartender replied.

Superhumanly strong hands picked Lois Lane up and turned her around, revealing her cock to the two ladies. They stared at it with a minimum of interest.

"Really?" Scandal said. "You want to introduce a stranger into our bed?"

"Let's talk about this in the back room," Knockout suggested. She picked up the naked reporter as though she weighed no more than a small child, threw her over her shoulder, and bodily carried her into the back—which, Lois was surprised to see, had the largest bed she had ever encountered. It must have been nine feet square.

Scandal shut the door.

"What is this?" The slim, dangerous woman hissed.

"There's something special about this one," Knockout said, tossing Lois not ungently onto the bed. "I can smell it. Her tongue is untrained, but as soon as she walked into the bar, naked and asking for clothes..."

"You made her eat you out?" The woman named Liana shook her head. She sat down on the bed next to Lois and drew her into a hug, squeezing the reporter's head against her tits. "The poor thing was probably ****!"

"Er, actually..." Lois took a deep breath and explained the events of the night. The weird experiments, the transformation, wandering into Dyke's, all of it.

Scandal, she noticed, took more interest now.

"So...you have a cock. A Kryptonian cock. And it works."

Lois blinked. "I...guess?"

"A cock that powerful could potentially knock even me up," Knockout said.

"I'm not normally in the mood for dick, but I could make an exception for this little cutie." Liana gave Lois a squeeze. "What do you say, Scandal?"

"Well, it is a good time for all of us...our periods are synched, and it's been two weeks since we had a period." She stared hard at Lois. "You see, Miss Lane, ours has so far been a childless marriage. We'd like to change that. Tonight, if you are so willing. You help us out, and we'll help you out. What do you say?"