Lois Lane Can Rock Supergirl's World With Just One Finger

Slowly, in and out. The tight pink pucker seemed to suck on Lois Lane's fingers. Gradually, Lois began to pull and stretch the little hole...dipping her head down to lick and kiss the ass, to make sure it was slick and lubed, to taste and feel that quivering little orifice beneath her lips and tongue, to drink in the clean scent of Supergirl...and knowing that the blonde bombshell beneath her, so innocent-looking and new to this all, could hear her heart beat faster as little by little, the asshole responded to the reporter's finger.

"That's...that's...it's still weird, but it feels so...do lots of people do this?" Supergirl said.

The reporter smiled to herself. She knew that the Kryptonian would know if she lied.

"Most people are too afraid to do it. There's a lot of social stigma still tied to playing with your ass," Lois Lane said, and began to plunge her finger in and out of that hole a little faster, a little deeper. "But so many people are curious. They want to know what it's like. How it feels. What other people see in it. That's the way it was with me."

Which is how Lois Lane came to tell Supergirl about her own first, halting experiments with playing with her ass. The reporter had never had a cock up there, but ever since she had hit puberty, and begun to touch and know herself in that fashion, there had been as much interest in her ass as her pussy. The exploration of her fingers, stretching her little hole, testing her limits...that bit of fear and trepidation that perhaps she would go too far, hurt herself, end up in the emergency room...but that had never happened.

Lois smiled wryly to herself.

"I never...I never shared this with anyone," the reporter admitted, and her finger was knuckle-deep in Supergirl's ass now, the blonde's breathe came in short gasps, and she quivered...how she quivered! Lois envied her then, because the beautiful blonde was just on the cusp, if she was to judge, of something that Lois herself had long and elusively sought.

"I always hoped, one day, I would find someone to share this secret passion. I'm glad it's you Kara."

The reporter meant it, too. Every word. She loved that the Maid of Might was here, with Lois Lane's finger buried in her butt, quivering and **** for more...and Lois remembered the terrible deal she had made with Blaze, and knew she had to make a decision.