End: Kiss Her Ass

"I want to give Maria a warm welcome," Lois Lane said. "Really surprise her. You two don't mind helping me out, do you?"

The reporter batted her eyes. The Goth women grinned back. They didn't know what Lois had planned, but they were certain they wanted to help out.

Which is why, when the red-and-pink-haired barista with the pierced nipples and plump ass came in the back room, cigarette and lighter in hand for her smoke break, the two Goths grabbed and held her. Maria didn't even see the reporter as she flipped the skirt. No panties between Lois and that plump, sweaty ass.

"Let me go, cuntbreath!" Maria struggled. The Goths grinned.

"No can do. We promised your girlfriend here, we weren't going to let you go until you begged her to give it to you."

Lois could only imagine the confusion on Maria's face as the reporter buried her face in that ass. It was like a sauna, spilled beer and musty pussy and, thankfully, relatively clean asshole. Although Lois was more than willing to suck a fart out of that ass if it was what it took to end this curse.

The reporter could feel the glass straining against her own colon, cum still slowly filling up her intestines, and Lois knew that soon she'd have to make her move. Her guts were already gurgling, jizz forcing air painfully through her gastrointestinal tract, up into her stomach. But to break the curse, Maria had to accept it willingly.

Which is why the reporter's tongue slid around and around the tangy little pucker of her asshole, and why her fingers rubbed at the dry little slit, searching for the clit.

"Oh...oh shit!" Maria said, almost sitting on the reporter's face as her knees suddenly wobbled. "Fuck, is this my birthday!?"

Lois almost grinned...but she found what she was looking for, even as her tongue squirmed against the asshole. The little nub of sensitive flesh, hiding in its hood. As the chocolate starfish, bitter and salty with sweat, slowly gave way to the reporter's prying tongue, the rubbing fingers slowly rubbed the clitoris erect.

"Fuck!" Maria squirmed.

"It gets better," Goth One said.

"She's got a present for you. Something to fill that hole inside you." Goth Two picked up the line.

"All you have to do is beg for it..." They said in unison.

It was always amazing, the reporter thought, how many people will go with you when you want to do something totally, utterly wrong. These two women were utterly ecstatic at holding the squirming Maria as Lois Lane's tongue finally slid into that ring of muscle, her teeth scraping a little against the asshole, and the bartender gave a little moan.

"Fuck! Fine! Give it to me!"

Which was all Lois wanted to hear. With her free hand, the reporter pulled her own panties aside...and bore down. The glass bottle, lubed with untold gobs of cum, came free easily...the reporter had to hold it carefully, just to make sure she didn't drop the slippery thing.

"Oooh, she's taking something out of herself," Goth One said. "It looks juicy. I think she's really going to give it to you."

"Lucky bitch," Goth Two said. "I hope you appreciate a piece of booty like Joanne here..."

"Joanne?" Maria said, confusion in her voice.

That was the reporter's cue.

A line of drool connected Loi's tainted tongue and Maria's slippery asshole. The little browneye winked at her...and then the glass bottle, spurting white goo, smelling like the aftermath of a bukkake shoot, was pressed against that anus...and Maria freaked, struggling hard, catching the Goths off-balance with the **** of her struggle.

But it was too late. The reporter slammed her arm forward, until the palm slammed into the well-cushioned ass...and Maria stiffened and screamed at the sudden and unexpected intrusion.

With a sigh, Lois stood up. She couldn't stop the cum dripping out of her ass, and her stomach gurgled...but she could almost tell that the curse had left her. The Goths let Maria go, the young woman desperately clawing at her ass.

"What...what the fuck!?" The bartender screamed. "It's stuck!"

Hazel eyes focused on Lois...and widened.

"Oh shit. Oh shit, you didn't...is that the bottle?"

"It is," Lois said, body-warm jizz leaking down her legs. She felt like she had a gallon or more of the stuff to go.

"Take it out!" Maria said. "Please! Oh fuck, I'm not...please!"

Lois smiled. The Goths were backing away, not sure what was going on, but wanting no part of it.

"I came here looking for some missing women. All I've gotten tonight is a pain in the ass," the reporter gave a thin-lipped feral grin. "So...let me ask you a few questions. I figure you've got a couple hours before you're drowning in cum."

Lois Lane's night out did not turn out as she had hoped. Oh, she got her story—she always did. It was only a longer, messier, nastier process than she had expected. But she found out what happened to the missing women, and where to get in touch with them. Not every detail of the cult below...but enough to investigate further, when Lois wasn't farting partially-digested cum.

Some other night.

The demon Blaze, who had placed the bottle there for Maria to find, watched Lois grill Maria, who was clutching her slowly swelling stomach in obvious pain and distress. The scarlet succubus admired the reporter's calm demeanor and technique...and resolved, next time, to lay a much more fiendish trap, one worthy of Lois Lane's skills and determination.