Epilogue: New Routine

Her alarm had not gone off, yet Lois Lane awoke in the darkness. Something was poking her in the ass. Her fiance had rolled on top of her. Lois had learned to keep a bottle of lube by her side of the bed, just so that Angelica wouldn't go in dry.

Again.

Lois bit the pillow as the familiar, well-greased dick slid into her back channel. They say that you can get used to anything, given time, and the reporter found that was true. Blaze murmured sleepily as she pushed her morning wood into the reporter's asshole, which stretched to accommodate its reoccurring guest. The dickgirl liked to push it in deep, until Lois could feel those heavy balls press into her labia, which had almost healed...although Angie had said something about saving it for the honeymoon.

Which, unlike Blaze herself, couldn't come fast enough as far as Lois was concerned.

It was a gentle hump, the dickgirl only half-awake, making noises like a dog chasing cars in its sleep as she rested her tired head on the reporter's shoulder. Her first instinct was to fuck Lois Lane's ass, and by dint of several weeks of experience, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had learned to relax and accept it. Panting faintly as the hard cock slid in and out, lube drizzling down out of her asshole, pussy dripping onto the sheets. The air under the covers became hot as they moved together, until after what might have been ten minutes or half an hour, her fiance grunted and Lois instinctively squeezed to hold the cum in as Blaze slid off.

They had to wash the sheets every day. That was Blaze's job. Lois had to go to work.

The naked reporter slid out of bed, clenching her asshole tight. There was a bit of soreness...it never really got a chance to rest properly...but less and less every day. Lois staggered into the bathroom and straight to the toilet for her "daily constitutional." Her smartphone was there, and Lois carefully updated her schedule. Knowing when she was likely to go next helped cut down on enemas, which could cause an electrolyte imbalance. The reporter had become quite read-up on such matters in the last few weeks.

The bidet had been a godsend. The burst of cold water on her bum had been so weird the first few times, but now the reporter wasn't sure how she lived without it. Going to the bathroom anywhere without one just left her feeling dirty.

Wipe, flush, and in the shower.

Her hands ran down her body, letting the body wash do its thing. She felt extra-tired this day for some reason, and her stomach was off. It felt like there was something she was forgetting, something she was supposed to do...but Lois couldn't remember what.

Angie staggered into the bathroom a moment later, walking over to the toilet to pee. Lois smiled as she caught sight of the big dick.

All mine, she thought to herself. It was still so hard to believe this was happening...they had been looking at wedding venues, dresses, cakes. Blaze shook the last few drops from her dick and moved over to the sink to wash her dick...and suddenly Lois Lane's stomach lurched. She tasted bile at the back of her throat.

Lois turned off the shower, gagging, and still wet and slick staggered out of the shower and toward the toilet which had already seen so much action this morning. Her stomach heaved as she opened her mouth and a stream of liquid filth voided into the bowl...and again...

Blaze was behind Lois in a moment, holding her hair back so that it didn't get in the bowl. Lazy as a cat most of the time, whenever action called the dickgirl was always ready in a moment, and it was one of the things Lois really did love about her.

The reporter dry heaved a few times, swishing and spitting to clear the taste out of her mouth. She needed to brush her teeth and get ready for work...she couldn't afford to call in sick.

"Babe...when was your last period?"

Lois Lane's eyes grew wide, remembering what she had forgotten. The other schedule.

Angie's cock slid between the tops of Lois Lane's wet thighs. The tip jingled the ring piercing the reporter's clit.

"That's what I thought," Blaze said, as her hands rung out the reporter's hair, water dribbling on her back. The cock moved back to rub up against Lois Lane's pussy lips.

"Maybe we should move up the wedding a bit," her fiance teased.

Lois, her morning schedule shot to hell, was in no position to disagree as her fiance's cock slid home, the girthy prick stretching out the long-neglected pussy.

It wouldn't be just her ass that was sore today. Lois gasped, grasping the bowl as the cock slowly pressed forward. Maybe this could be part of their new routine.