Finger Her Asshole

Lois Lane slid on her side. Did she want Superman to see her like this? Did she want him to come and save her, if it meant he knew that Lois had fucked one of his bitterest enemies? The reporter thought about it...but not for long. The demon leaned against the reporter's dresser, stroking that flaccid red cock, and even as she lay there Lois could feel the hunger growing inside of her again.

I don't want to be addicted, Lois told herself. Not to Blaze.

The reporter's left hand slid down between her legs...but then, on sudden inspiration, her right hand moved around behind her back. She raised her right leg, setting her foot on her calf, and the scarlet succubus seemed to enjoy the view.

Her left hand moved in slow circles around her clitoris, as it had done at least a thousand times before. How often had she masturbated? There was a time in her teens when it was at least once a day—not always to climax, but at least until her moans got so loud she was afraid that her sister or her father would hear if she kept on. Then later, when she got her own dorm room...and then her own apartment, when she'd bought her first vibrator...even during the rather sexless period of the last several months, it was rarely three days in a row when Lois didn't find her hand slipping down to finger her labia, rub her clit, get her juices running so that she could feed one finger into the tight slit...

Now her right hand found the sticky pucker between her cheeks, and Lois sucked in her breath and held it. One finger pressed...and slid in, buoyed by the cum in her ass. A single finger was much slimmer than Blaze's cock; maybe that's why it didn't hurt as Lois pressed it deeper, the other fingers in her hand curling up into her palm. She swirled it around the side, feeling the strange but not painful sensation of her asshole stretching, gently, whenever she got too far.

Lost in exploration, the reporter began to rub her clit harder. It was somehow better, playing with her pussy while fingering her ass. Maybe it was just the unfamiliarity of it, the novelty, but she could close her eyes and almost imagine that this was some unseen lover fiddling with her holes. That it wasn't a pair of demonic eyes that drank in the sight as Lois began to slide her finger in and out of her asshole, whose ears were rapt as Lois began to moan, first softly, and then with increasing speed and volume as she jilled her clit harder, and the finger sliding easily in and out of her ass began to pump.

Anticipation rose in Lois as her body responded to the stimulation. The pulse pounded in her ears, heart hammered against her breastbone, nipples hard and aching to be touched, sucked, squeezed and fondled. She began to buck her hips a little, and it was so different having it in her ass, and yet Lois could tell that she needed more...something more...and then she brought a second finger to the tip of her rectum and plunged it in, pulling as it came out so that she could stretch her nasty little asshole almost to the point of pain, and it was so intense now that Lois was shaking, shaking and moaning her fingers a blur on her clit, and just when she thought she could take no more her whole body seemed to spasm, ass and pussy squeezing tight, and she threw her head back and moaned that name, the name she always cried out with, needed, wanted, desperately imagined was making love to her...

"Superman!"