End: Where There Is A Will, And There Is A Fucking Will, There's A Way

In one of the bathroom stalls, where Lois could sit on the throne.

Lara Lang's cock flopped against Lois Lane's body. The tip went up past the reporter's navel. The redhead's face flushed as she gripped the walls for support. Only about half of Lois's cock was in her asshole.

"Lana..." Lois said. "It's okay. You don't have to take the whole thing. The point of anal sex is to have fun, not to..."

"Lois? Babe? Shut the fuck up," Lana said in a special tone of voice that the reporter had never heard before. The redhead took a deep breath. She had planted her feet, still in her shoes, flat on the ground...and pressed deeper.

"Hmmmph," Lana's face went a special shade of scarlet. The reporter wasn't sure where to put her hands. The redhead seemed determined to get all of Lois's cock in her asshole.

Lois licked her fingers and reached around. She felt blindly for her crimson cock—the one the DMN app had given her—and rubbed the spit on the shaft. Her fingers blindly traced the thick, round, slick tube upwards until they met Lara's butt...

The redhead was a little curvier than Lois, and carried a little more junk in her trunk. The ass was soft, with hard glutes that suggested many hours at the gym, but it was definitely bigger and curvier than Lois Lane's. Although it was hard to judge, it felt like Lana had about four inches of dick left...but that would mean her poor asshole was already stretched by a cock as thick as the reporter's wrist.

"Maybe," Lois licked her lips, "if you turn around? Doggy style might help."

That required Lana to stand up...although she reached down to grip the slick dick, to make sure it didn't slip out of her hole...and turn around. Now Lois could see the ass...and the scope of the problem.

Lana sat down again. Slick as the dick was, it slid back in easily...until it was halfway. Then Lois gasped as she saw how wide Lana's asshole was being spread, the tiny pucker stretched into a tight pink band...and Lois wasn't sure how much further the cock could go.

"Ugh," the redhead grunted...and then Lois saw the muscles bunch in her back as Lana pressed downward. Not just gravity but muscle-power was brought into play, Lois felt pinned to the throne as she stared at that ass. Millimeter by millimeter, it sank down on the crimson cock. Stretched a little farther.

"O, damn." Lois licked her lips, not sure how to put this. "I know this is weird, but your ass is gorgeous."

"Fat," Lana half grunted. "Too many milkshakes."

"If that's the result of milkshakes, I want to buy you a milkshake," Lois said. She could feel the tight ring of her lover's anus move down her dick, the insides hot and spongy. "I want to buy you all the milkshakes. So many milkshakes."

There was a gasp of satisfaction as the cheeks pressed against Lois's hips. The only thing that Lois could see of her crimson cock was the very base, the last sliver of which could not possibly fit into the asshole. The whole huge thing was buried in Lana's ass.

"Hmm. Well," Lana leaned backward. "Give me a reach around, and maybe I'll let you buy me a milkshake."

Lois Lane's arms moved over Lana's hips. Her hands came together on the dickgirl's shaft. It was identical to Lois's own DMN app-granted dick: an impossibly thick, smooth, scarlet beast of a dick with a rounded tip. It was floppy right now...Lois had heard some gay men comment on how that happened, with anal sex. But the reporter put her thumbs together along the back of it, and the sides of the crimson cock were warm against her palms as she began to rub it.

I never did this with a boyfriend, Lois ruminated as her hands ran up and down the shaft. She could feel it begin to respond to her ministrations, the rubbery texture firmer as blood flowed into the cock. The reporter squeezed a little harder, and heard Lana gasp.

They sat there like that, in the stall. Lana rocked back and forth, so that Lois Lane's cock ground against the walls of her colon. The redhead's cock, hard now, stood tall and proud, stiffly in front of her.

"Okay," Lana said. "Let's...let's stand up. I want...I want us to come together..."

Lois wasn't sure that was possible, or realistic, but she was game. Still locked together, they staggered to their feet...and then Lana sank to her knees. She was taller than Lois, and this way, the reporter could still fuck her and jerk her off at the same time...

They grunted. Sweated. Lois Lane drew her cock in and out of that hot ass. Her hands slid over the length of that shaft, focused on the head, hands slippery now with precum. She felt like a dog that had finally found its bitch. They humped together, didn't care about the women in the bathroom around them, locked as they were in sexual congress...and then Lois felt it. The first twinge, deep behind the base of her cock. The need to cum.

"Are...are you close?" Lois asked as she pumped Lana's shaft. The redhead's hips had begun to press back at her to meet her shaft.

"A little more," Lana gasped. "Oh please, just a little more...fuck, I'm almost there."

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." Lois cursed under her breath. Her lower body moved on it sown, her crimson cock slid faster and harder in and out of the grotesquely-distended asshole, until Lois could see that the pink flesh clung to the crimson cock as she pulled it out. The pressure inside of her was almost unbearable, and her hands began to cramp as she pushed faster...faster...

Lana's cock throbbed. Swelled. Lois could actually feel it push against her fingers, and instinctively clenched tighter. Lana nearly screamed. Lois loosened...and unleashed the cum spurted out hard. It hit the door of the stall with a splat, and just the sound and smell of her lover's cum pushed Lois over the bring. Hot jizz flooded Lana Lang's rectum.

They humped slowly. Lois pumped her jizz into Lana's asshole, and Lana's jizz pumped out, to splatter onto the floor, and then finally to dribble over the reporter's hands...and they rocked, finally, to a stop.

"I...did not expect this evening," Lana gasped.

"Does that mean I can buy you a milkshake?" Lois croaked.

"You can buy me all the milkshakes," Lana promised.

The missing women were momentarily forgotten. Lana and Lois dressed as best they could, and staggered out of the bathroom, on a quest for reach, creamy, ass-fattening shakes.

The demon Blaze sighed from her office. She licked the jizz from her own fingers as she re-played the footage from the toilet camera. Once her hand was clean, she tapped a command into the DMN app master screen...and though Lois and Lana did not know it, the DMN app quietly removed itself from their phones. They would only find out later that they were trapped with their demonic dicks.

Blaze smiled wickedly. They would both be back. She was sure of it. If they wanted their pussies back...then they would have to meet her price.