Epilogue: Kiss My Ass, Kiss Your Ass

Lois Lane sighed as she came home. It had been a long day at the Daily Planet offices—Jimmy Olsen had turned into Turtle Boy again, and there had been that thing with the ninja, and she was still no closer to finding those missing women—and no sooner had she closed the door when big warm arms crushed her from behind in a bear hug.

Diesel had taken Lois' confession about the magic spell of desire and her real appearance rather well. It helped that Diesel was in need of a place to crash, and was happy to warm the reporter's bed in exchange for a roof over her head. It helped too that Lois, for all her hesitancy about the relationship, found herself utterly unable to deny her big butch girlfriend anything.

"Hey, babe!" Diesel slobbered a kiss onto the reporter's neck. "How was your day?"

She carried Lois as far as the kitchen table before she set her down. Lois didn't manage to even get a word out before the big, musclebound woman was on her knees end unzipping the reporter's shirt.

"Diesel...really, do you have to...oh!" Lois flushed and gripped the edge of the table as Diesel pried apart the reporter's buttocks and gave her ass an experimental lick.

"You followed orders," the lesbian said. "Good slut."

Lois Lane's cheeks burned. Diesel had made it a condition of their relationship that Lois keep herself clean and available back there...to the point that the reporter carried a little enema bulb and lube in her purse, and used them at work before she came home.

Her girlfriend buried her face between the reporter's cheeks. Lois swallowed her frustration as the hot tongue swirled around the rim of her ass. She had never understood Diesel's fascination with anal...both giving and taking...but days like this, the reporter just couldn't bring herself to say anything at all when her big, muscular lover decided that she would eat out Lois Lane's ass...

It had been so strange at first. Not even sexy, just strange. Now, after two weeks, Lois admitted that she almost looked forward to it. The hot huff and puff of Diesel's breath...the tongue that squirmed and drilled deeper into her anus. Lois felt her knees grow week and the stress drain from her shoulders as she half-sat on Diesel's face. Little moans escaped from Lois, and her ass just seemed to melt against the constant ****.

Lois lost track of time. All she knew was she had sunk to her knees and her eyes had closed...and then abruptly Diesel stood up and threw the reporter over her shoulder. The reporter grinned to herself as she thought she knew how a cave girl felt as Diesel tossed her on what Lois had come to think of as their bed.

"Head down, ass up," Diesel said as she peeled off her tank top and shorts. The muscular woman grabbed a bottle of lube and poured half of it into her hand in a squeeze. "I think we can get my whole hand in there today."

The reporter quivered in anticipation. She gripped the edge of the bed as she raised her ass, and the muscles strained in her thighs as the slick, lube-covered fingers of her girlfriend pressed against her loosened-up pucker. Tears appeared in Lois Lane's eyes as Diesel drove her fingers forward, ready to break her girlfriend's ass...

...and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter just couldn't say no, a pins-and-needles sensation deep inside her head as the submissive desire sank a little deeper into her mind and soul.