Epilogue: Lois Lane Falls Deeper Into The World of Anal Sex

The morning sun burned through Lois Lane's window. Out on the street, cars honked, and people filled the sidewalks. Up in the sky, superheroes flew over the city. Metropolis was waking up to a brand new day, and so was the Daily Planet's greatest reporter.

She woke like a cat, awake automatically, but languid and still. Long, toned legs kicked off the blanket and sheet. Lois stretched her naked body in the dawning sun. Small, palmable breasts hung there with pink, pert nipples like the gleam on a pair of dewdrops. Her collar-length black hair was raven black against the pale, smooth skin. She ran her hands down the flat stomach, the slight flare of her hips, and combed her fingers through the carefully sculpted patch of black pubis hair to run over her labia...and then she let out a contented sigh as her fingers slid in between her thighs, and the fingers found the flared base of the butt plug.

Lois had fallen asleep fucking her ass again. It was getting to be a bad habit.

The naked reporter rose to take care of all the business of the morning. Coffee, pull out the plug and wash it, a quick shower...she ran the bodywash down the crack of her ass, and she slid three fingers slid into the once-pert pucker easily. Lois let out a little moan. It was so easy to finger her ass after sleeping with a plug in...and she loved how she could stretch herself, how it make her knees shake and she had to brace herself against the wall of the shower as her fingers squirmed around in her.

Eyes closed to keep the shampoo out of her eyes, Lois braced her upper back against the back of the shower, legs splayed so that the hot water hit her cunny as she pushed the fingers into her ass deep...and maybe it was the heat and the steam, but Lois felt that mad little voice in her head urging her on. She brought her thumb and pinky together. Chest heaved in deep breaths...and pushed...

There was a twinge in the middle of her back as Lois Lane fisted her ass for the first time.

Lois Lane finished her shower with a contented sigh. She was definitely going to have to do that again...

...and then, as she was toweling off, the reporter saw the freshly-cleaned plug laying next to the sink, clean and dry. A black, squat bulb of medical-grade silicone, with just enough heft to give it that little tug Lois liked as she walked around her apartment with it in after work. Not too big, easy to slip out...and in...

She knew she shouldn't. She really knew she shouldn't. Wearing a butt plug out to work was the kind of thing that complete sluts did in badly written internet pornography, probably written by complete virgins for discerning connoisseurs of the perverted literary arts. It would be awkward, it would itch after a while, she'd have to take it out every time she went to the bathroom, and...

"Mmmmh," Lois moaned as she slid the freshly-lubed chunk of silicone up into her ass, her anal sphincter clinched around the narrow neck. Her panties went on over it, and then her skirt and blouse..shoes...grab her purse and smartphone and the reporter was out the door.

Maybe it was just the novelty of it, but she swore she could feel it inside of her with every step. Her heart beat a little faster. She had a secret now, one no-one could see. She bit her lips and smiled when she thought of sitting down in her chair, so that the base of the plug hit the edge just right and wiggled inside of her. Just a little something to get her through the day...

"Lane!" Perry White shouted, the moment she stepped into the Daily Planet office.

"Yes, chief?" Lois said.

"Wonder Woman is flying into Metropolis for a colonoscopy on Thursday to promote women's health. You've got a twenty minute-interview. There's just one catch," he said. The old man looked harried, half-mad, obviously he had been up all night. "She wants you to get one done at the same time."

Lois licked her lips. As he thrust some medical documents for her to sign.

"I'll uh...I'll start the prep right away, chief!" The reporter said.

Her cheer wasn't ****. Lois sat back down in her cubicle, already planning how to empty herself out. This was the chance of a lifetime...and sure, Lois was a little excited. Who wouldn't be?

Clark Kent brought her a bottle of aloe juice. It was a thoughtful gesture. If she was going to clear out her colon in time, she'd need to stick to clear juices...

"Jealous, Smallville?" she said.

He gave her a strange smile. Like he knew something Lois didn't.

"Not at all," he said. "In fact, I think it'll be a great opportunity for the two of you to compare notes."

Lois Lane's brow furrowed. Her ass shifted on the chair, as she sought to find just the right angle to press on the base of the plug. She wasn't sure what he meant about that...but she would find out, in the end.