Eat Her Ass Out

Everyone has an asshole, Lois thought, desperately trying to reassure herself that she wasn't a lesbian. She pushed and pulled Maria into position, the young woman smiling as she got down on all fours, butt in the air.

It's not gay to eat ass, right? I can just pretend it's a guy. A guy with a nice pretty pink asshole.

The little sphincter seemed to wink at her. There was a freckle on the rim, right before the folds of the tiny pink star started. Strange feelings were stirred in Lois, who had usually only looked at buttholes in porn right before a hard cock was shoved into them.

Lois Lane had never actually eaten ass. She had thought about it, certainly. Imagined it. Watched videos of it, late at night. Once she thought she might broach the subject, but the date had gone badly and, well, it just never happened.

THe reporter lowered her face right down next to it and breathed in. Maria smelled...clean, actually. Fresh. A little sweaty, but like she had just gotten out of the shower. Lois Lane's mouth felt dry, but she **** it open, extended her tongue.

Just imagine it's a guy. Guys like this, right? Imagine you're eating Superman's ass out, Lane, the words rang hollow in her head as her tongue touched something warm and soft, pliant and yielding. She explored the little ridges with the tip of her tongue, tasting the tang of salt, dreading every moment the bitterness of something else...but it was clean, so clean, and so Lois went further, pressing her lips against the puckering, her tongue squirming against the young woman's back door.

I'm not a lesbian, she repeated to herself over and over again, as her tongue finally penetrated that hot, tight tunnel, and that was different too, a bit like licked a raw steak, but Maria moaned and in her head Lois told herself those were the sounds a guy would make beneath her tongue, having his prostate licked, her tongue sliding roughly over his asshole, the heat building up inside them both.

"Please," Maria gasped. "L-lower..."