Look At The Pretty Pictures

Lois Lane laid down on the bed, opening the book at random. Her eyes skimmed over the words without really trying to read them. She was tired and it had been a long night...no one could fault her for not trying puzzle out the weird mess of the many passages, some of which clearly weren't in English. Instead, Lois found herself staring at the sometimes crude, sometimes vivid artwork, pieces of which had apparently been cut out of other books and pasted onto these leaves, the text written around them.

The reporter bit her lip, feeling a sudden heat in her body. She stared long and hard at the image, one hand finding its way between her legs...and shocked at how wet she was.

"It has been a long time," she whispered, fingers gliding over her pussy, rubbing at her hard little clit. The words swam before her eyes, so Lois ignored them, focusing on the pretty pictures.

If a picture was worth a thousand words, than Lois was piecing together a narrative. Witches and demons, coming together—and cumming together she giggled at the thought—all of them trying to get into this world for some reason that always involved the witch's cunt...

Lois stopped, paused. She rarely used that word, cunt. It had always seemed so crude, low class, nasty. Yet staring down at the carnal illustrations, "pussy" and "vagina" just seemed...inadequate. The reporter shook her head and shifted her tits to turn the page.

"Tits," she said aloud. There it was again, another word she'd never use in normal life, much less to apply to her own... Lois stared down at her magnificent rack, so warm and soft, heavy and proud, over twice as big as before. They were tits, not breasts or boobs or mammaries, but had graduated to great fat jutting juggs. An electric tingle went through the reporter's cunt at the thought.

"Cunt," she whispered, touching herself. She turned the page, the heat rising inside of her.

"Lucky cunt," Lois whispered to herself, slipping a finger into her wet gash. "Has all that fat cock to herself. Wish I had a fucking cock for my cunt. Big fat cock to fuck my needy cunt," she pressed another finger into her slick snatch, moving them back and forth, her body burning up.

Fingers sloppily slid in and out of her needy gash. Her cheeks felt flushed and she was panting, the letters and words an incomprehensible scrawl on the page, pregnant with a meaning that completely escaped her, drawn as she was by the demonic cunt getting the good dicking it deserved.

"I'd sell me soul for someone to suck on my titties and fuck my fucking cunt right now," she moaned.