End: Real Lesbians Eat Ass

Face down. Ass up. Lois Lane pried the muscular cheeks apart. The unwashed smell of Diesel's cunt and ass washed over her like some sweet perfume.

Don't think, Lane, Lois said as she stared down at the little brown hole, the glimmer of pink in the middle. Just do it. Like a REAL fucking lesbian.

The reporter buried her face in those cheeks. Her lips pressed against that hot rim of sensitive flesh. Tongue **** its way past her teeth. Broke through her lips. Bitter dirt on her tongue, hot and nasty as she French kissed Diesel's asshole. The little pucker held on for all of two heartbeats before it gave way against the fury of Lois Lane's oral ****.

"Oh yeah, bitch," Diesel moaned. "Dig deep in there!"

Somewhere, people slammed on the button of the elevator. Down below, missing women, initiated into a demonic cult, prepared to give themselves up to the magical rites that would remake them body and soul. The same spell that Lois had cast without the proper preparations, that had made her flesh and spirit so malleable to the impressions of others...but not forever.

Not for long.

Lois Lane could already feel herself settling into this new form. Big tits, elaborate tattoos, piercings...and an insatiable desire for women. Her lower lip grazed the bottom of Diesel's pussy, which set her lover's labia piercings to jangling. Fingers dug into the muscular backside as Lois began to swirl her tongue around and around, pulling it out and pushing it in deep, tongue-fucking that ass...and Diesel loved it. Ached for it. Couldn't get enough of this hot slut that was eating her ass out like she'd always dreamed. That ****, burning desire that matched Lois Lane's own, that drew it forth like a moth to a flame, and gave it shape...

...and Lois Lane knew that she had been remade. Perhaps reborn. No longer just the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, as her tongue studs pressed against the rim of Diesel's shithole. She had become a lesbian's dream, a mirror for the desires of of this musclebound dyke.

"Fuck," Diesel said, one hand between her legs and jilling fiercely. "I know we just met but I think I love you."

Lois paused and drew her tongue out. Licked the crack of her lover's ass. Violet eyes flashing as she stuck a finger into her lover's hole.

"I think you love me too," the reporter purred. Her features shifted and settled, a little closer to what they had been. The spell was wearing off, and bits and pieces remained. The bigger breasts, the bigger ass. Tattoos and piercings. But her face, her hair. Enough of her that she could go to work on Monday. "Maybe we should go back to my place and I'll show you how much."

On shaky legs, Diesel rose to her feet, pants pulled back up. Lois hung close, her hand cupping her new lover's ass. She fit right there, with Diesel's muscular arm draped over her shoulder, one swollen tit pressed against her lover's ribs.

"Lois," Diesel said, and the reporter could feel her lover's pulse as the reporter hit the button, sending the elevator lurching back upstairs. "Weren't you going down for something?"

The reporter thought of the spellbook beneath the statue. The temple. The missing women. The cult.

"It can wait," the lesbian slut that was Lois Lane said. "Right now, the only thing going down is me on you."

Which was how the night ended...in Lois Lane's bed, their heads buried between each other's thighs. Splashing lube around as they explored each other with fingers and toes, and hungry mouths.

Somewhere, perhaps, a demon smiled. A fly has escaped her web...yet as she held the book in her hands, Blaze knew that she held the bait that would bring Lois Lane right back into her clutches.

Yet that is another story.