Lois Needs More

Lois groaned in frustration. Her lesbian fantasies were failing to deliver the ecstatic reality she desired. She needed something...anything...more. The reporter's thoughts turned to her "secret" drawer.

It isn't though I'm a sex-addicted slut, Lois told herself as she put the book down and went over to her sock drawer...and lifted off the false bottom to reveal her collection of sex toys. I just...have a healthy appetite. And enough money to indulge in the occasional toy.

Her hands sorted through the assemblage of butt plugs, dildos, vibes, clamps, and stranger things. In truth, she had used less than half of these...especially the stranger items from Bad Dragon, and the inflatable pump-action dildos. Once she had fantasized about wearing one of the little butt plugs to work...but Lois hadn't been able to go through with it. That would be taking things too far.

Now though...now she had someone else's pussy to play with!

She selected, after some little consideration, the pussy pump. Nothing she had ever dared to use on herself, but it seemed just the thing to make her puss a little more sensitive to really get off. Hers...and the other.

Lois licked her lips as she took out a tube of lube and slathered a line of it around the edges of the crimson cunt protruding out of the book. It flexed, the muscles contracting gently, probably wondering where its lover had gone. Lois lowered the plastic cup over the pussy, pressing it in...and began to gently squeeze the black bulb.

The principle was simple. The bulb had a valve in it that sucked air out, lowering the pressure in the cup. The lower pressure drew blood and fluid to the surface, causing the tissue to swell...but seeing it was a lot different to knowing the science. The plastic cup fogged slightly, as though the pussy was exhaling. Lois pumped, and she could see the crimson flesh start to creep up the sides of the plastic cup.

The reporter's fingers slid down to her own pussy as she continued to squeeze the bulb. Squeeze, release, squeeze, and release...and the crimson flesh slowly crept up the sides of the cup, until a full inch of puffy labia was visible all around the rim, wet splotches visible on the inner surface of the cup. When the reporter could take it no more, she pried the cup off...

The devil's vulva stood out above the book like a scarlet hill. The clitoris was almost buried in the fat folds of the swollen pussy. Unable to stand it, Lois placed the cup over her own pussy, feeling the warmth of the demonic pussy on the cup...and began to pump.

Lois Lane's heart thundered as she felt the pull of the pressure on her pussy. Her hand squeezed, almost automatically, as soon as it refilled. She grimaced as she the cup seemed to bite into her flesh. The reporter's eyes flitted back and forth between her own pussy and that of the demon's. Soon...soon...

"Bigger..." she whispered. "Bigger..."

She winced in pain, her pussy feeling horribly swollen and cramped in the cup. Yet she could see that she was almost to the same size. Her hand opened and closed spasmodically, riding out the steadily growing pain and pressure...until she could take it no more.

Lois eased off the cup, her grossly swollen pussy hanging out from her crotch like a bloated tick, the impossibly swollen lips leaking fluid.

"Now she said," grabbing the book. "Now...!"