Epilogue: The Best Part of Waking Up

Gentle snores woke Lois Lane. She opened her eyes into the darkness. Four weeks together and she still hadn't gotten used to not waking up alone in her—their—apartment. The sheet had been pulled away, leaving her breasts bare, the nipples hard in the morning chill.

They weren't the only things that were hard. Most cock-havers experienced morning wood; Lois Lane had a morning forest, her two cocks standing achingly stiff...and as with every other morning in the weeks since her night out, the double-endowed reporter turned to look at her bedpartner.

Maria was on her back, wearing nothing but a t-shirt that emphasized the soft swell of her breasts. Her dyed hair had grown out some, and when she slept, mouth open, her face was soft, relaxed...almost beautiful.

They still hadn't decided what to call their relationship. After the initial round of recriminations and legal threats, Lex Luthor opened his wallet. They were calling it a medical residency...both Lois and Maria receiving a generous stipend as LexCorp continued to monitor their bodies. Lois had been pissed enough that she almost splashed it all across the front page of the Daily Planet...but Luthor had encouraged her to think of the potential of the technology. A safe and effective technology to allow human beings to swap genitalia...with full reproductive capabilities...would be a massive benefit. Society-changing.

So, after exacting contracts that allowed her exclusives to break the news of various advancements, Lois had taken the money. Though she had to admit to herself, there were other reasons beyond just the cash.

Moving quietly, Lois grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedstand and pulled the duvet aside. On her knees, the twin cocks bobbed in the cool air. With practiced ease, the dickgirl reporter parted the fleshy thighs....and in the darkness, she could just make out the bald slit between Maria's legs. After the first week, Lois had convinced her lover to keep herself cleanshaven. Lois admired the soft stomach, the little hard hills of the pierced nipples that showed through the shirt.

The first couple of days, Lois had tried going without her morning constitutional, as they called it. Which had been a terrible mistake. Lois had barely made it to work when she had to sequester herself in the bathroom and masturbate furiously, making a sticky mess that had been impossible to clean up. The bathroom had stunk of cum for hours, until the janitors had mopped and scrubbed.

Lois rubbed the lube into her cocks...and Maria stirred a little. The reporter grinned as she rubbed the heads of her cocks against Maria's slit. The first couple of weeks, her little cumbucket had complained about how bad her pussy hurt, taking care of Lois Lane's twin dicks...but now it seemed to the reporter that she moaned in her sleep, and was more often wet than dry when Lois took her first thing in the mornings.

The touch of that warm cunny on her cockheads sent a thrill up Lois Lane's spine. Her buttocks clenched in eager anticipation, her heart began to thunder in her chest...but Lois **** herself to go slow as she gripped her cocks together with her hand, squeezing the hard pricks together as she gently squeezed her cockheads against the well-fucked puss she had grown to know so well.

In her sleep, Maria let out a cute little moan as the cockheads slipped into her pussy. Lois squeezed her eyes tight for a moment. She loved that feeling of tightness when she first pushed both of her cocks inside. When she came home from a long day, she often liked a longer session—starting with one, cumming, and then switching to the other, never letting Maria take a break as Lois rutted her, painting her womb white over and over.

The reporter opened her eyes again at the thought. Her hand moved to caress that soft bit of pudge that was Maria's stomach. They didn't know yet, but Lois knew that her personal cocksocket was late...and Luthor had been pretty clear that the reporter should be virile. Very virile. Chances were that before this medical residency was over, they would both be parents...and Lois would be there with Maria, watching that stomach swell, those nipples darken and grow, taste her milk...

The images awoke something inside of her, and Lois Lane's hips began to move on their own. Her cocks slid inside the cunt...her personal fleshlight...the receptacle for her seed, when she didn't decide to make use of Maria's ass or mouth or drive her twin pricks between those big soft tits...

With a soft yawn, Maria's eyes opened a little. She stared up at Lois...and then reached down and pulled up her t-shirt, bearing her tits, the hard little nipples pierced with the little rings Lois had bought her last week.

With this invitation, Lois picked up the pace. Her hips smacked against Maria. Balanced on her knees, the reporter's hands reached up to grab and squeeze those great soft tits. Maria, eyes closed, Bit her lip and reached up to grab the headboard behind her, legs spread wider, ass raised to let Lois Lane's cocks pierce her deeper.

The bed creaked as they rutted, panting, moaning, Maria's tit-flesh squeezing out between the reporter's fingers, the young woman's knuckles white as she grabbed the headboard, her heels thrumming on the reporter's ass...and on a sudden instinct, Lois Lane dove forward and pressed her lips against Maria's. Her tongue slipped past and into the warm, generous mouth. Maria's legs locked behind the reporter...and Lois moaned as her seed flooded into her lover's overfilled cunt, the sticky jizz blasting deep.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting and rolling gently back and forth. Lois Lane's dicks didn't seem to want to go down. That happened sometimes. Lois broke the kiss and stared into those hazel eyes.

"Looks like I'm going to be late to work," Lois joked.

Maria smiled back...and then her smile faltered. "The, uh, the test came back. I'm definitely..." She didn't finish. Nor did she need to.

Lois swallowed hard. The reporter knew that conversation was coming. She guessed it was time.

"So...you want to keep this casual, or formal?" Lois said.

"How formal is formal?" Maria said.

"Well," Lois flexed her abs, the cocks twitching inside the overstretched cunt. "You could be my girlfriend...or my wife. Up to you."

Maria frowned. "We're not exactly great at this, are we?" Before Lois could answer, Maria let go of the headboard and grabbed the reporter in a tight hug.

"Just forget about work for today, okay? Just...just keep fucking me. Fuck me until I know what to do."

So they did.