End: 69

From the television came the moans of the Bride of Frankencock. The exaggerated gasps of false pleasure that characterize schlocky porn, as cocks stuff holes and angle themselves so the cameras can best see their frenzied fucking.

Lois Lane and Angelica Blaze couldn't make such sounds. Their mouths were full.

The reporter grasped the dickgirl's balls, lifting and stretching with them as her mouth slurped and sucked on the head of the rigid dick. It was the first time in her life when she had been given such free reign with another's body, and she was making the most of it. Her tongue slid over every inch and fold of the great cock she was presented with, from the thin scar of its circumcision to the great swollen head, the salty precum it leaked making her tongue tingle, her saliva taking on a weirdly sour taste in her mouth.

Behind her, Angelica spread her cunt with her tongue and dived in, licking and slurping at the exposed cunny like a dog cleaning a jar of peanut butter. The reporter found herself pressing her cunt farther back, so that the lips could suck on her clit. She moaned around the dick in her mouth, drool sliding down the shaft uncontrollably. None of her past lovers had ever been so enthusiastic about eating her out. None of them had ever been so...reciprocal.

It made Lois want to do more.

With a deep breath, Lois opened her mouth as was as she could. Her tongue slid along the great head. She raised her neck, felt the head hit the back of her throat...and there was a long moment where she wanted to retch, her eyes watering, almost tasting bile. It was a sensation Lois sometimes felt at the doctor's office, the instinctive need to gag, gorge rising, whole body preparing to void.

Yet she held it. The moment passed. The cock slid into her throat.

Now it was Angelica's turn to moan into her pussy, teeth just brushing against the labia. Lois felt tears drip down her face as she pressed forward in single-minded dedication. She wanted all of it. Wanted to feel the whole thing inside her. The tip of her tongue slid forward. The fat walls of the cock stretched her lips wide, so that Lois could feel her lip stretch taut across her teeth. The heavy hairless balls grew closer...closer...and she could feel the muscles there, as Blaze lifted the mighty testicles. Somewhere within those great sperm factories, a mighty load was being born, ready to burst forth with single-minded determination.

As the reporter's lips touched the base of the shaft, fingers tapped on her ass.

"Let me cum in your pussy," Angelica begged, voice taut. "Please. I want to see your face..."

Lois hesitated. She struggled to breathe, with her throat full of cock. The orgasmic screams of the Bride of Frankencock as the mad Doctor Screamed "I give you life! Liiiiife!" The shitty acting descended into frenzied fuck-sounds, a soundtrack of wet cock in cunt...and Lois realized, as her pussy drooled onto Blaze's breasts, that she wanted that too.

With a long wet sluuuurp, the reporter pulled her face off the cock. It was a thing of beauty against the porno-light of the flickering television screen, almost glowing from the stringy drool bedecking its entire length. Lois turned around. Aimed her pussy at the weapon of ass destruction that stood slick and proud.

"I'm glad I called you tonight," Lois said, as she spread her lips with one hand, sinking the head of the dick into the mouth of her pussy.

"Happy to be of service, sweetmeat," Angelica huffed. "Really, any time. Even if you just want to...hang out. Have dinner."

Lois Lane looked the dickgirl escort in the eye. There was an earnset eagerness there. Her mouth was slick with the reporter's pussy juices. Dark eyes widely dilated. The reporter could almost feel the eyes of that strange fertility statue on her, felt something shift inside her abdomen, as if she had arrived at a decision she hadn't known she was making.

"Yeah. I'd like that."

She sank down, suddenly, her whole body weight hitting the dickgirl's crotch, the cock punching its entire length into the slick and ready cunt...and the moment she hit Lois squeezed with all her might, squeezed and squeeze and Blaze's hips rose off the bed as her floodgates burst, one single hot load unleashed...and Lois shook, riding the wave. Not cumming, not yet, but simply enjoying the sensation of giving someone else such pleasure, of feeling the weird hot pressure inside of her that must be all that pent-up sperm bursting forth inside of her with nowhere else to go, and at that moment the heat grew beyond anything Lois had ever experienced, until she thought it would burn a hole right through her.

Then she collapsed forward, barely catching herself on her arms, her sweat-slick hair falling across Angelica's face.

"There's just...one thing," the dickgirl panted.

"Yeah?" Lois said.

"I don't...date clients," she swallowed.

The reporter nodded, suddenly thirsty.

"Guess you'll have to quit your job and fuck me for free," she said.

She had tried to pitch it as a joke. Yet there was a yearning in her words, and as the two stared at each other, they both realized that Lois was completely serious.

"You'd have to make up for all the sex I'd be missing out on." The dickgirl said.

"Baby, I'll drain your balls so often you won't even miss those other cunts," Lois promised. It must have been the heat of the moment talking. The reporter knew better than to try and save whores, to play the _Pretty Woman _game, to go all in on a relationship based on sex alone. Yet Angelica Blaze looked up at her with those big dark eyes and...and Lois knew she was making a decision with more than just her lower body. There was something there. A connection. She could feel it.

They kissed. The soreness of the night seemed to catch up to Lois. The ending music of Bride of Frankencock played a lullaby. Angelica's cock plugged her hole, that point of heat inside of her only slowly fading. Lois collapsed on her side, sleep only moments away. One eye fell on that strange and terrible statue with the gravid belly. The weirdly deformed head. Once again, Lois felt that it was staring at her.

This time, though, she sensed only...silent approval.

Then sleep claimed her.

Her night was at an end.