Stripper Tits

"ME!" Liana noted. "Provided Lois can go again."

The dickgirl reporter stared down at her rock-hard cock.

"I don't think that will be a problem."

Scandal rolled off, holding her pussy. She reached for a pillow and pushed it under her butt, then held her knees to her chest.

"What are you doing?" Knockout asked Scandal, curiously, as Liana reached up to pull Lois down on top of her.

"It's supposed to help ensure conception," the scarred woman said.

"Curious," Knockout said. "On Apokalips, we simply use a Father Box."

Scandal raised an eyebrow. "Do you have one of those?"

"Yes, just a moment..." The superpowered alien redhead wandered off. Scandal maintained her position, Lois Lane's load settling deep into her pussy. She turned to Lois and Liana.

The redhead with the stripper tits on the bed was hesitating, staring at the cock.

"Is it wrong that I'm a little nervous?" she said. "I mean, I've seen them before, but I've always been with...well, with women."

Scandal reached out and grabbed Liana's shoulder. "I'm here with you she said."

Lois took a deep breath and rubbed her cock up and down the wet pussy. Her eyes kept coming back to the redhead's breasts. She couldn't see any scars, but they were too large and firm to be quite natural.

"Did it hurt?" The reporter asked. "Your breasts I mean."

"Not during the surgery. They went in through the armpits. But afterwards, yeah. There's a recovery period, and they're heavy. I have to work out a lot, to avoid back pain," Liana said. "You can touch them if you want. I don't mind. I mean, you're not quite...a guy."

The reporter took a breath and entered her. Both of the sort of froze for a moment. Tentatively, Lois reached up with one hand to grope the redhead's breast. The skin was soft, and warm...but there was a mass in there, harder than in her own breasts, squishy yet unfamiliar. She didn't want to grab it too hard, afraid she might rip the silicone-filled bag, but she ran her hand up and over the nipple, felt it harden against the palm.

They began to move, slowly, awkwardly.

"Do you like women, Lois?"

The reporter swallowed. "Not normally. Although I think I'm...coming around to it, a little."

Scandal and Liana chuckled together, at some secret joke.

"Yeah, I know the didn't-know-I-was-bi-curious type," Liana said, her face reddening slightly as Lois continued to push her cock in and out of her pussy. "Used to see them all the time at my work."

"You were a..." Lois hesitated. "Exotic dancer?"

"No honey, I was a stripper. Lot of bump and grind, not a lot of dancing. Don't believe the youtube videos, there's not always a lot of art to it." Liana smiled. "But I got to meet my honeys so...all worth it."

Lois could picture Liana grinding against a pole, sliding her thighs up and down, stripper dips bouncing. It made her harder, and she began to push forward faster. Scandal's hand came down, groping her wife's breast.

"Touch yourself," the scarred woman whispered. "You should cum. It'll help. Help all that seed go deep inside of you, into your waiting womb. You don't want our daughter to be an only child, do you?"

Liana smirked...but reached down to rub her clit. Lois could feel herself getting close, and the little moans that the former stripper was letting out were setting her on edge. She found her hips moving easier, cock sliding in and out with just the right amount of friction, all on their own. It wasn't like the four-way with Scandal at all, it was like...

Like I want to fuck her, Lois huffed, feeling her face flush. Like I want to fuck her pregnant.

Just like that, Lois arched her back and pushed in deep, lifting Liana off the mattress with the **** of her thrust, blowing her load inside of her.

"I-I'm sorry," the reporter said. "I hope I didn't hurt you."

Liana, still fiddling with her clit, Scandal groping her breast, only smiled.

"Don't worry, you didn't. You should see what Knockout can do to a girl with a strapon!"