End: Her Anal Virginity

"Is there a place we can be alone together with...a private bathroom and a hose?" Lois asked.

Angelica stared at her quizzically. "Yeah...why...?"

The reporter fidgeted, feeling the weight of her new clit ring. She knew that sexual contact when you had open wounds on your genitals was a no-no...but there were other options.

"There's something...I've been saving. Something I thought I might give to someone special someday, when I got married." Lois leaned forward and whispered in Blaze's ear. "I want you to be the first to fuck me in the ass."

"Oh," Blaze said, and blinked. For the first time, Lois saw a blush steal across the bridge of the dickgirl's nose, cheeks burning bright red. Her cock, hanging limp, went immediately to full mast. "Oh."

There was a small apartment, up above the club. Angelica had the waitresses cover for her, the topless women shooting Lois jealous stares as the couple left the Black Door. They rode up to the loft in silence, and stepped out into a windowless space, spartan except for a bedroom, scattered antique chiffarobes and trunks, a large unmade bed, small unused kitchenette and smaller bathroom.

"Are you sure?" The dickgirl asked, cleaning the head of her cock with a wet wipe in the kitchenette as Lois took the enema hose and a bucket. "I mean, I want to...I really want to...but if you..."

Lois silenced her with a kiss. Her heart fluttered in her chest, nervous and excited at the same time.

"No. I think if we're going to do this...you need to experience all of me." The reporter gave her a little peck on the cheek, and then disappeared into the bathroom.

She closed the door and sagged against it. Her clit hurt. Really hurt. The reporter stared down at the heavy gold ring embedded in her flesh. Knew that she shouldn't even touch it. Just keep it clean. Lois didn't want to even think about getting an infection down there. It even looked bigger, swollen, and she wondered if that would go down.

The reporter distracted herself with the enema. Cold water, a bottle of lotion on the sink she could use as lubricant. She knew how this worked, even if she'd never done it before. Lube up the end of the hose, press it in easily—not supposed to hurt—and then let the water flow in, the unfamiliar pressure down there. Hold it as long as possible, then onto the toilet...rinse, repeat until it came out clean.

Marriage, Lois thought. Then laid a hand on her stomach. And everything that might lead to. A lot can change in a night, she thought. My whole life.

She took a few minutes, after patting her asshole dry, to wipe herself down. Lois wanted to be presentable when she went out there. Took off her clothes, wished for a moment that she had a bit of perfume, ran a hand through her hair as she stared into the mirror.

"You look hot," Lois told the mirror. "You're engaged to someone you just met tonight. And you're going to go out there and get fucked in the ass."

The naked reporter smirked at her own reflection. "And you're probably going to love every minute of it, you incorrigible slut."

The reporter stepped out of the bathroom naked except for her new ring, which shone bright. Angelica Blaze had discarded her clothes and stood in the kitchenette, stroking olive oil onto her cock. Lois swore that it looked longer than before, and her butt clenched in anticipation. But she put on a brave face.

Lois Lane cat-walked past Blaze, swaying her hips, feet making a lazy line toward the bed. She slid one knee up on the mattress and tossed her hair, looking over her shoulder with the best come-hither look she could muster.

The cock rose like the prow of an icebreaker headed into arctic pack ice. The sight of single-minded determination on the dickgirl's face made her think that she would gladly fuck her way through a steel door to slip her cock in Lois Lane's butt. The reporter slid her other leg up and knelt on the mattress, reaching back with her hands to spread her cheeks. Blushing as she thought about how she was exposing herself.

The slimy, oil-slick head pressed against the reporter's rectum and for a moment she was scared. It felt massive, though she knew it wasn't really any bigger than her two thumbs pressed together. Blaze ran one hand over the base of her fiance's spine.

"With this ring," she said quite seriously. "I thee wed."

Lois was about to ask whether she was talking about the clit ring or her asshole...and then the cock pressed forward, as inevitable and unstoppable as time. For a long while after that, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter couldn't think about anything except her ass, and the hard little clit set swinging as Blaze finally bottomed out inside of her and began fucking the shit out of her asshole.

Later, shaking, cum dripping out of her gaping asshole, face buried in the bedsheets, Lois would feel warm tears flowing from her eyes and not sure if they were from pain or joy.

"I'm getting married," she whispered softly, asshole still spasming gently, sending a white flow of jizz dripping over her quivering cunt.

"Yes we are," Blaze said, laying down beside her. "But you'd better get some sleep, sweetmeat. Because until your pussy heals...I think we're going to be doing a lot of that."

Lois Lane had no answer to that, except that her butt twitched in anticipation.

Somewhere, off in the multiverse, she imagined there was another Lois Lane. One who had set out tonight looking for the missing women and found them. Who left the club triumphant but alone, to go back to her own apartment for another sexless night, dreaming of the day when she might one day marry Superman. Yet right here and right now...there was nowhere else that she would rather be.