Lois Wants To Be Fucked In The Ass...And The Truth

"Just a minute!" Lois said, as she stepped into the bathroom. She turned to Angelica and smiled sinfully before she closed the door. "I want you naked and hard when I come out."

Beneath the sink, Lois Lane fetched out her enema kit. It had been so long since she had a...guest...and for what she planned, she needed to be clean inside and out. So she set the tap to run, and quickly ran a wet wash cloth under her arms and between her legs. Then she began work with the enema. A delicate process at the best of times, made all the worse by how nervous she was.

Still, Lois smirked. Maybe it's best to keep her waiting a little while. Let her imagine what I'm doing.

Twenty minutes later, the toilet flushed, and Lois emerged...her naked body gently brushed with perfume, smelling clean and fresh, her insides spotlessly clean. It was time. Angelica Blaze stood in the doorway to the bedroom, cock erect and throbbing.

All for her.

Lois was feeling naughty. That was the only way to explain it. In her bedside table, she'd taken to keeping a bottle of lube. Just because sometimes she was a little dry down there, and needed the extra bit of slickness to really ream her own pussy. Now, however, she had a very different use in mind for it.

The reporter bent over the bed. Knees on the carpet, butt in the air.

"You see my ass?" Lois asked, knowing without turning around that Angelica Blaze was staring at nothing else.

"Yes," Blaze said. "It's beautiful."

Lois held up the bottle of lube in her left hand.

"Fuck it." she commanded.

She didn't have to tell the dickgirl twice.

The reporter repressed an excited tremble as the bottle was plucked from her unresisting hand. Her nipples were so hard they almost hurt, and goose-flesh rose all over her body as the cold, slimy gel poured down the crack of her ass. She had never really gone this far with anyone—had sort of maintained, in that schoolgirl way, the flight of fancy that maybe someday when she got married, she could offer up at least a virginity...but looking at the other side of thirty, such notions seemed quaint and modest.

Real men didn't want virgins, as much as they liked planting a flag. They wanted fire-breathing whores who could rock them like a hurricane, day in and day out. Lois Lane had never been a whore...but tonight, just for once, she was willing to test her limits.

Anything for the truth.

The swollen cockhead rubbed up and down her ass, spreading the lube all over her taint—then the pressure began, the iron rod wrapped in velvet that was a hard cock.

"Let me know if it hurts," Angelica said. But Lois shook her head, grabbing the bedcover in both hands and gritting her teeth as she said:

"Don't you dare stop until it's all the way in my ass." The reporter told her. The air felt hot in her chest as she stared at the other side of the bed. "I want it all."

Lois fought down the biological urges as the cock began its slow, terrible invasion. Angelica Blaze's cock felt bigger than it had looked...and as it began to stretch her rectum out, the reporter winced and bit her lower lip. It wasn't pain, exactly. More a discomfort, compounded by unfamiliarity. Something going in the out, all those nerves and muscles normally used to help her go to the bathroom repurposed, fighting against instinct as the exit became an entrance.

She wondered, as the cock seemed to slide endlessly inside of her, keister feeling more and more full, how much she could actually take—and then found out as a sudden bright discomfort hit, the cock hitting some wall or barrier deep inside of her.

"It...it's just my sigmoid colon," Lois said out loud. "The bend. You're...but you can press through. It won't hurt me." She lied. "Just go slow."

Her ass was on fire. As much as she told herself to relax, to fight through it, the reporter couldn't ignore the fact that her recently-virgin anus had been stretched taut around the base of the dickgirl's thick cock, and the muscle felt fit to tear. Deep inside of her, the head of the cock pushed against her integument, finally breaching the tight bend and pressing into her intestines...Lois could feel it in her abdomen, and fought a sudden wave of nausea at the thought of how long and thick the cock must actually be.

But she felt Angelica Blaze's hips rest against her butt, pushing the cheeks up into little mounds against the reporter's lower back as the dickgirl leaned over her...and Lois knew she had taken it all in.

"Four women have gone missing in that club," Lois said, forcing her hands to unclench, trying to get her body to relax and acclimate to the spear in her ass. "You know what happened to them, don't you?"

A pause. Some terrible calculation going on in the dickgirl's head, and Lois knew she was right.

"Yes," Angelica said finally.

"Tell me," the naked woman said, squeezing her anal muscles for the first time. "Tell me as you fuck my ass."