A New Fuckhole

Blaze pressed her tongue harder against Lois' perineum, lips locked on that forbidden patch between the reporter's anus and cunt. At the beginning, Lois enjoyed the novelty of the sensation—kissed down there for the very first time!—but as the seconds wore on, and a certain soreness began to creep around the sensitive skin, Lois had to fight not to wiggle.

Is she trying to give me a hickey? The reporter wondered. Because my pussy is feeling really neglected. Hell, wet as I am, I'd even give anal a shot. Does she have a taint fetish or some—

Pain interrupted Lois' thoughts. A sudden sharp spike, as if something had been driven up that very spot that Blaze was locked onto, stabbing upwards into her guts. Lois immediately spasmed, bile rising in the back of her throat...and Angelica ignored the reporter's thrashing, the sudden pounding blows of Lois' fists against her head not moving the shemale a millimeter, so focused was she on her task.

And as suddenly as it began, so it ended as Blaze removed her lips from that spot. Lois stared down at the shemale as she smacked her bloody lips in satisfaction. The pain had stopped, giving way to a dull ache but the reporter needed to know...

"What did you do?" Lois gasped. "I...I thought we were going to fuck."

Angelica shifted her position, bringing her cock into line between the reporter's legs. The pink shaft looked a little narrower to Lois' eyes, the head a bit more pointed...like a fat arrow aimed at her crotch.

"We are. I just thought you might enjoy something...different," the shemale whispered as she leaned forward, and the swollen pink head of that narrow cock touched the place that she had kissed—

—and sank in.

Lois choked, eyes bulging. Her lover's cock was inside of her...but both pussy and asshole were untouched. But Lois could feel the shemale inching forward, feeding her dick in a little deeper each time, could feel it rubbing against the walls of her vaginal canal and colon in the space between where...where there shouldn't be a space.

"We live in a world of fantastic possibilities," Blaze murmured. "Aliens fly through the sky, humanoid gods do battle on the streets, other-dimensional imps restructure reality to their whim...in such a world, where the human body can take so many forms, undergo so many drastic transformations—only you, Lois Lane, will know what it is like to be fucked in your third hole."

The shemale slid her prick out, about halfway, closing her eyes and relishing the tightness of Lois' new fuckhole. The reporter herself was almost too stunned by her lover's announcement to take in the new sensations. She couldn't see it, from this angle, but she could feel it as Angelica began to slowly pump her cock in and out of Lois Lane's new orifice.

It's neither ass nor pussy, is all that Lois could think, feeling the strange thrill as the cock plunged deeper into her bowels along the newmade channel. It's sort of...both? I mean it feels good, like my pussy, and it seemed to be self-lubricating. But it also feels weird, like something going in the wrong way, like when I stick a finger up my ass, and I can't feel a clit...

Curious, Lois tried to focus on the sensations down there, to see if she had any muscular control...and something unfamiliar happened, a clenching that she had never experienced before. Blaze gasped, stopping mid-thrust.

"So tight! Like you're going to squeeze my dick off." She murmured in satisfaction and wonder. Lois slowly released the clench, and Blaze started to move again.

The cock felt good inside of Lois. Not as good as a cock in her cunt usually did, but this new hole was obviously more designed for sex than her ass...though she wondered what it would be like to fill up both...well, all three, really... As Angelica settled into a gentle pounding rhythm, her balls slapping Lois gently on the ass as she bottomed out, the reporter mused at the possibilities.

"Lois," Blaze said, voice husky, half-panting. "I'm getting close. And there's something to know about your new fuckhole..."