Please Fuck My Ass

It was barely a whisper, almost a prayer. The reporter's focus was on her ass, and the fingers that stretched the orifice farther and farther. After puberty, Lois had little interest in anal sex...like many girls, she had thought it was something dirty. Forbidden. Slutty. Painful. It wasn't until she was grown, living on her own, years of surreptitious porn watching wearing away at her scruples that she had first thought of actually touching herself in that way...and she had, through the studious kind of research that made her an ace reporter, learned all about enemas and lubricants, relaxation and going slow. It had gotten to the point where she enjoyed a little anal stimulation, now and again.

But she had never done it with a partner. Something stopped her from asking any of her lovers to put it up her ass. To feel their fingers spread her buttocks wide, the fingers pressing on her little hole and... No. She had never done that.

Until now.

With a lurch, Lois felt herself raised up, and the hard, slick penis withdrawn from her snatch. The sudden emptiness was followed by an emptying, as the warm jizz and juices drooled out of the reporter's open snatch. Lois' breath caught in her chest as she felt the hard tool slap against her ass...right against those fingers still buried in her bum.

"I can't hear you." Angelica's voice was gentle but mocking.

"I...I want..." Lois centered herself. I do want this. The reporter realized. And I need to own that. She stared down into her lover's eyes.

"I want you to fuck my ass. Please."

Blaze's grin stretched a modicum wider, and the fingers slowly crawled out of Lois' anus, instead holding her ass cheeks far apart.

"Then put it in."

Lois licked her lips...and reached backwards. Fumbling with her hand, she gripped the warm, wet shaft...feeling the creamy cum coating the cock...and sight unseen guided it toward her asshole. This was always the tricky part at home...something the reporter had learned to do by touch, because it was too awkward to do with mirrors...but she felt the stiff, squishy head rub against her hole, and then she pressed down...and in...and felt once again that familiar sense of penetration.

There was nothing quite like it; even vaginal sex was completely different. Anal sex had always had an air of the unnatural to it for Lois, the forbidden fruit. Yet what was so unnatural about it was how easy it was, to go a little deeper, to feel herself so full... And this was so different from her fingers, her little toys, that one zucchini she had made such a mess of. This was warm and throbbing and alive inside of her, pulsing and wet and so much larger than it had seemed a moment ago.

Blaze's hands let go of Lois' ass as the reporter paused, letting herself accommodate to the tip of the shemale's cock. They slid up, to grab her hips, and Lois looked down at the wicked smile of her lover.