The Stink

There were flies. A black, winged, buzzing mass hovering around her genitals, rubbing their little legs together, faceted eyes staring as they milled about on a dark, wrinkled donut of an anus. Lois had seen puffy donuts like that before, but not on anything vaguely human...and the smell...

"Cooeee, dear!" The succubus cackled. "Don't be shy! Dig right in. That's how I like it!"

Lois took a shallow breath through her mouth, and nearly choked. There was a peculiar, cheesy odor...the kind that she normally associated with dates who were ordered to go into the bathroom and scrub their filthy cocks. Lady Smegma was definitely well-named.

But there was nothing else for it. Lois needed to go through her. There was no other way. She couldn't let her erection falter.

With determination, the reporter grabbed the greasy hips and stabbed her demonic cock toward the dark, puffy anus. The cloud of flies briefly parted ways as the meat missile approached its target, with an unlucky few unable to get out of the way fast enough, their tiny black bodies crushed and ground against the succubus' buttocks. Lois couldn't even feel the insects die, only see the tiny black smears on her dick.

Lois slid into Lady Smegma's asshole like squeezing her hand into an old, well-oiled baseball glove. The demon's hole was loose and worn as old leather, and despite the size of her cock Lois Lane bottomed out easily, feeling like there was room to spare. The reporter grimaced on the backstroke, running the head of her cock along the top of Smegma's tunnel, and the terrible demoness trilled in fiendish delight.

"Oh my, ducky! That's just how I like it! Fast and hard and deep!" Her flanks shivered, inner walls closing just a hair as she tried to squeeze her capacious backside. Lois could barely feel it. "Oh, lover. Tell me how tight I am."

The reporter held her tongue. She moved robotically, thrusting in and out of the demon's baggy asshole. Stopping for even a moment caused the little black flies to settle on her cock, and Lois was determined to make the demon feel something...anything. Pure determination drove Lois on as she crammed herself into the cavernous rectum, barely touching the sides.

"Say ducks—are you sure it's in?" The demon paused, Lois panting s she kept trying to fuck the demon harder and deeper, anything to elicit a response. "Maybe I should suck you off for a bit, eh?"

The thought of sticking her prick anywhere near Smegma's diseased fangs almost made Lois lose her erection. Already, she could feel a kind of softening, even with the terrible pressure built up within her. At this rate, the reporter felt she might cum in the hole just out of sheer need, and the demon bitch still wouldn't be satisfied.

Then Lois would lose. She couldn't stand that. Frustration had her slap Smegma's ass with her hand, as hard as she could, but all that did was elicit another cackle and cause her palm to smart.

Then, in the back of her mind, Lois heard a familiar voice...

A well-plowed rut,

Is a tough row to plow,

For this demon slut,

The right tool I'll allow!

Blood rushed to Lois' cock, making her feel strangely light-headed. The world seemed to slow down, the pounding of her heart loud in her ears, and she gripped the demon's backside for support to avoid falling down. But she felt the erection growing stiff again...painfully stiff...and then beyond. Lois gasped as she felt the cock thicken and lengthen inside of the succubus until even the loose rectum seemed to squeeze it like a glove.

Lady Smegma stopped cackling.

Lois gripped her hips harder. Somewhere in the background, the music shifted. Vintage Madonna popped through the speakers. The familiar refrains of Like a virgin...

The reporter moved, pushing her prick in deep, feeling the hot guts of the succubus kiss her demonic tool. The whole situation had changed, and now it was Lady Smemga that was gasping for air, knees buckling. The puffy asshole was now stretched into a thin black line around Lois' monstrous cock, and somehow Lois doubted any human woman could have survived the pounding she was giving the demon now—when she drew back, it was like pulling her arm out to the elbow—and when she slammed it in, she could see the bitch-demon's stomach distend in the shape of her swollen cock head.

After only minutes of hard pounding, the centuries-old, jaded succubus had been reduced to a whimpering mess...and when she came, the asshole squeezing down on Lois' cock so tight she was afraid the demon might squeeze it off, that was the end. The turgid essence of Lady Smegma traveled up the length of Lois Lane's demonic dick, merging into the burning pit inside of her, the terrible prostate that was **** for release. The reporter stayed embedded in her until she was sure she had got it all, the lights going out in the old succubus' eyes, the body gone limp.

When Lois finally pulled out her mammoth erection, the flies were finally gone, and the smell was clearing...but she noticed that she had an audience.