Epilogue: Lois Lane Becomes Interested In Anal Sex

It started small.

The day after Lois Lane's night out, the reporter had awoken, with confused memories, a soreness throughout her body, a terrible headache, and a taste in her mouth as if something had crawled into it and died. No work today, so Lois Lane felt no guilt over the prolonged morning bowel movement, drank several glasses of water, stretched, and drew herself a hot bubble bath.

There was nothing quite so good for a hangover and sore muscles as a bubble bath.

The reporter sighed as she slipped into the hot waters. The soap was handmade from Cape Cod and smelled of pine. Lois closed her eyes and let her muscles relax as she drew the bar over her arms and down her legs...over breasts and belly...down between her legs...

She bit her lip, conscious of how thin the walls of her apartment were, not wanting to let the neighbors hear the Daily Planet's greatest reporter moan as she let sudsy hands play over her sensitive labia, comb through her carefully-trimmed patch of pussy hair...and, suddenly feeling adventurous...down further. To that small, smooth, sensitive bit of skin between pussy and...

"Oh!" Lois said.

Her finger pressed against her asshole. Her nice and clean asshole. After all...there shouldn't be anything left...and she had always been more squicked out about the poo factor than anything else when it came to anal sex. She pressed her finger a little harder against the sphincter. It didn't feel bad. In fact, it felt kind of interesting. Intense. She wondered if...

The first digit of her finger slid into her asshole.

The purpose of the reporter's bath was quickly forgotten. Just a little thing, the tip of a finger. Like the pebble that starts an avalanche. As the water sloshed around her, and a sweat broke out on her face, Lois worked the finger in deeper. Moved it around the rim. To stretch her ass. She moved slow, cautiously, but with increasing confidence. The sphincter gripped her. It felt so weird...so unlike a finger in her pussy...yet simultaneously so intense. So...so right.

As the water grew tepid, her other hand rubbed at her clit. The finger in her ass moved in and out, in and out. Doing herself from front and back, and Lois panted, moaned, unable to keep silent as something grew inside of her, a fervent need like nothing she had experienced, a long-repressed desire that was suddenly breaking free...

"Aaaah!" Lois half-shouted, her breasts mashed against the wall of the tub, the water violently splashed onto the floor as she kicked and squirmed, one hand churning up her cunny, the other buried deep inside her ass.

Lois Lane breathed hard as she pulled herself out of the tub...to wash her hands and towel off...and then to go online. Something had clicked inside of her, something that told her she needed lube, and anal sex toys...maybe some videos...and the reporter shivered with excitement, like a child that had found a new and very forbidden toy, or perhaps a gate into a world that had been locked to her all this time.

The world of anal sex.