Zatanna Reaches It

The human vagina is an amazing thing. Even though the average human cock is generally only an inch or so wide when hard, the pussy is elastic enough that it can pass a child, whose little heads are some four inches wide. Given that a human hand is smaller than a child's head, it should squeeze into a cunny that much easier, right?

At least that's what Lois told herself as Zatanna hummed to herself, gently rotating her hand left and right, pushing it gently in and out of the reporter's pussy. The witch was only up to the second finger joints and seemed to be taking her time, utterly content to stare at the reporter's cunt as she carefully moved the fingers in and out.

"So, why don't you shave all the way?" Zatanna said.

"It feels weird, like I'm prepubescent. I never..." Lois shook her head. "Look, aren't we on a time table or something? I can still feel that thing inside of me."

"Well, you do seem pretty loose..."

"I am not loose," Lois felt her cheeks burn hotter. "I got violated by a giant fucking sperm! It stretched me out a little, but I'm not—hurk!"

The reporter coughed, eyes crossing as with a single plunge, the witch shover her entire hand into the reporter's pink tunnel, so that the bright rim was stretched taut over the back of Zatanna's hand.

"That's the thing about sleight of hand," the witch said. "You have to distract the target, get their attention somewhere else."

"G-great," Lois said, as her fingernails dug into her palm. She realized that her nipples were suddenly and incredibly stiff. Zatanna dabbed more butter around her hand and wrist. "S-so you can get it?"

"Going to try. Deep breath now."

"Is that anoth—hurk!"

Lois coughed and went cross-eyed again as Zatanna's hand shoved suddenly and violently forward, lubed with butter so that it was slippery, and when the reporter looked down again she couldn't even see the witch's wrist, just the pale arm sticking out of her pussy. Yet she could feel the hand inside of her, bigger than anything she'd had inside of her before tonight...rubbing against her walls, and it was impossible for Lois not to squeeze, instinctively working through a kegel exercise, bearing down.

"Oof, I take it back! You're pretty tight!" Zatanna said, with a chuckle of laughter like music. Then her face got serious. "Okay, something just brushed my fingertips...hang on, I'm going to try and grab it."

As a cub reporter, Lois Lane had interviewed an aquafarmer that specialized in eels. She remembered had the woman would reach into the vat and grab a squirming, black, vaguely phallic shape. How they fought and twisted in the woman's sure grasp...and sometimes the eel won, and the woman would swear and go back in for it, splashing messily. Lois had never thought to feel that kind of struggle inside her own cunt.

It wasn't really that pleasant. Lois grimaced as Zatanna's fingers came close to scraping her cervix. The arm tensed, the muscle in the forearm bulging, and then the witch's face lit up in triumph.

"Got it!" she said. "Now..."