Epilogue: Even More Gratuitous Pregnant Sex

Her heart thudded in her chest, nervous as anything. Lois Lane couldn't believe that she'd let Blaze talk her into going to work like this. The tube top hugged her breasts and didn't quite cover her twelve-week pregnant stomach, leaving the belly button and a good hand's breadth around her middle exposed. The yoga pants left nothing to the imagination...including the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties, if someone stared close.

She attracted stares the moment she took off her jacket, and Lois could just imagine what the whispering campaign would say as they looked at her bulging belly. No doubt about it at the Daily Planet, but their best reporter was knocked up.

Clark Kent, however, was the first one to compliment her on the ring.

"Congratulations," he said, forcing a smile over his coffee. "When's the wedding?"

"Next week," Lois said. "Just a justice of the peace thing. My...partner isn't very religious."

He nodded, as if in understanding. Although Lois could tell from his body language that he really didn't. That was something else Lois was going to have to get used to.

"Well, I'd be happy to be a witness, if you need one." He offered, then paused. "I don't mean to pry but are you...sure you're not rushing into things?"

Lois rubbed her thighs and shifted in her seat. The little vibrating egg in her pussy wasn't very big, but as the baby grew, it seemed like there was less and less space inside of her. In this position, it was sitting right against her g-spot. She didn't want Clark to see her get too excited. He might take it wrong.

"Thanks, Smallville, I appreciate that." She crossed her legs. "As for rushing...well, things have been moving a bit fast, but we do have a sort of time limit."

Clark nodded. "Of course, I understand. If you ever need anything...anyone to talk to..."

Lois nodded, hoping Clark would leave before he saw the little wet stain spreading at her crotch. But he was never good at taking hints. Finally, Lois had to stand up.

"Sorry Smallville, need to use the ladies' room." She said as an excuse.

Her clit throbbed, rubbing against the sheer material of the yoga pants.

This was a mistake, she told herself, hoping if she moved fast no one would see her soaking through her pants, nipples tenting her tube top. I should never...

The door to the family restroom opened as Lois was walking past. A slim, familiar arm shot out of the darkness and grabbed her hand, pulling the reporter inside. The lights were out, and with the door closed and locked. But Lois Lane knew that hands that groped her tits, the eager mouth that pressed against her lips.

When the mouth slid down to the hollow of her throat, and one hand slipped down the front of her pants, Lois gasped.

"Angie, what are you doing here?" she huffed, biting back a moan as the fingers found their familiar way to her pregnant pussy. "This is the family restroom!"

"And you're in the family way. Brought you a change of clothes," her lover said in the dark. "Figured you wouldn't make it the entire day. Damn you're wet."

It was true, and Lois knew it. She could feel the fingers squirming inside her, bumping against the plastic vibrating egg...and she knew, absolutely knew, that she couldn't wait until they got home. Her hands pushed the yoga pants down, the bump not getting in her way at all.

"Quick and quiet," she said, as Blaze slid her hands under the reporter's ass, lifting her baby mama onto her cock. At the last moment, Lois suddenly remembered. "Wait, the egg, don't..."

Too late, the pregnant woman felt the cock slide up into her pussy. The swollen tip rammed against the little vibrating toy and pushed it deeper into Lois. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as her cunt was stuffed full of cock, the egg pushed deeper inside of her than she had ever felt it before...far from her g-spot, fortunately, but it was still a new sensation, the buzzing little thing deep within.

Blaze lifted her on and off her cock, at a quick pace. Hot kisses on the reporter's exposed chest and shoulders, their nipples rubbing against each other, the growing belly sliding against Blaze's firm abs. Her pussy already felt hot, and the extra stimulation was already sending Lois across the edge. She planted kisses over her lover's face, lost in her need for this dick, just as she had been all those weeks ago when it had knocked her up.

The reporter could hear the people passing in the hall, oblivious to the couple fucking just feet away from them...

Lois came, just a little, burying her face into her fiance's shoulder to keep from crying out, shuddering as her pussy clamped down on that cock...but Blaze never faltered, never stopped, the dickgirl's breath quickening as she slid the pregnant woman up and down on her prick, faster and faster, using Lois Lane's pussy to jerk herself off...and then, finally, Blaze shuddered too, and the reporter could feel the hot wetness down in her pussy that signaled yet another successful creampie.

"I brought your lunch, too," Angie said, as Lois clung to her, catching her breath. "Can't have you going hungry."

"I love you," Lois said.

Blaze didn't answer. But the reporter felt her hold tighten, as if afraid to let her go.