A Good, Hard Buttfucking

A whimper slipped through Lois Lane's teeth as the demonic dickgirl slid her cock along the crack of her ass. The scarlet succubus' hands pulled the cheeks apart, and Lois had to fight hard to keep herself from clenching her butthole as tight as she could. One, because she knew that would just make it hurt more when Blaze slid her cock inside of her...and two, because she didn't think anyone short of Supergirl or Wonder Woman could squeeze their butt tight enough to keep the devil's pecker out of their backdoor.

The head of the cock pressed against her sphincter, and Lois felt her heart pound, even as the things in her guts squirmed in a sudden burst of activity. The reporter groaned as, completely distracted, the devil slipped in.

No, not slipped. A tongue might slip in. A well-lubed finger might press its way past the ring of muscle into the soft, hot depths of the reporter's ass. Blaze fucked her way in. The first thrust popped the head of her clock right past the anus, and Lois swore that she could feel the head expand, locking the cock inside of her as Blaze began to thrust and pull back in short strokes, every time fucking the reporter a little deeper, forcing a bit more cock into her empty rectum, stretching her tiny hole a little wider.

Like most adults, Lois Lane had thought about getting fucked in the ass. She had considered it with previous lovers, though the moment had never seemed right; had experimented a few times with a finger, but nothing really extensive—it hadn't felt good, just kind of weird and wrong, and involved a good deal of preparation. The prep itself wasn't something she disliked, and she had taken to doing enemas regularly, including before coming to the club...but she had always imagined she might give her first time to her husband, in the increasingly slim chance that she got married. Hell, she would have let Superman fuck her ass on the first date, if he'd asked.

Now, the devil herself was claiming Lois Lane's ass. And riding her hard.

Her asshole was starting to burn. Not painfully, just friction building up as the seemingly endless cock pushed back and forth, back and forth, over and over and over, always hitting deeper inside of her, always stretching her hole a little wider. Every time Lois thought she'd hit her limit, that she couldn't possibly take any more or else her anus would tear, Blaze would slide even more of that hard cockmeat into her, and after a few thrusts the reporter would get used to the new stretch, and then Blaze would push deeper again.

The phone was in Lois Lane's hand. Careful not to be seen, she tapped one-handed at the virtual keypad. If Lucy got this text...it was the only hope that Lois had left. Her stomach gurgled painfully, and a new sensation came to Lois, a new and unfamiliar one. She dropped her head down to stare between her hanging breasts.

Her rounded belly was just brushing the sheets, swinging back and forth from the **** of Blaze's thrusts. As the reporter watched, her navel slowly unfolded, from an innie to an outie.