It Isn't Enough

Lois Lane stared down at the sticky splatter of whiteness on her fingers with...disappointment. It was hardly enough jizz to fill a spoon. Her eyes went back to the screen, where the shemale Starfire was getting her ass filled by the feminized Beast Boy, his fuzzy green balls pressed against her Tamaranean seedsacks. Cartoon splashes of jizz oozed out of the stuffed asshole.

The reporter bit her lower lip. She could still feel the need inside of her. The sexual desire. One pathetic little ejaculation wasn't enough. She needed more.

"I need someone to fuck my ass," she said outloud, and wondered for a moment at the sound of her own voice. As though she had made some great personal discovery. A tinge of awe and wonder and unfulfilled need.

Her sticky fingers went to her bare asshole. Lois rubbed her own sticky sperm into the brown eye. She had cleaned herself out earlier tonight...a finger pressed against the sensitive little divot. A part of her thought of the lube she kept in the nightstand by her bed. Sex toys around the apartment. Things she could use to fuck her ass.

Then her eyes fell back to the book.

It was open, though Lois couldn't remember leaving it that way. Open to a page she had not seen before. A scribbled spell which caught her eye. Something that could scratch the itch. A summoning that would sate her new desire.

After all, if magic got me into this, Lois thought. Maybe magic can get me out!