Put The Bottle Up Her Butt

LADY1BLAZE: You can't break the curse, only fulfill it. Your body is like one big skinny tube. If you stick the bottle up your butt, it confuses the enchantment—thinks the bottle is bigger than it is. It'll still produce jizz, trying to fill you up, but slower than before. That gives you time to find who put the curse on you and find out what you have to do to fulfill it.

Lois Lane frowned, lips still wrapped around the bottle. She was getting really tired of sticking things up her ass tonight...but it was worth a shot.

There was a tub of vaseline beneath the bathroom sink, and Lois fetched it out one-handed. She held the bottle in her mouth, needing both hands to pop the top on the tub, feeling the jizz filling her up as fast as she could swallow it. The reporter stared into the bathroom mirror as she scooped out a generous dollop of petroleum jelly, and reached back to slather her poor ass.

The woman that stared back at her was slurping cum like the thirstiest whore that ever was. There were little bags under her eyes, evidence of how tired she was, and her hair needed a brush. No time for that though.

The jelly was cool on her poor asshole. After years of inaction, it amazed Lois how much of a workout her poor sphincter was getting tonight...and it was far from over. Her teeth clinked against the glass of the bottle as two fingers slipped easily inside the sore hole, and Lois kept going, making sure to coat the rim of her anus liberally, pushing her fingers farther in...

So consumed was Lois with her preparations that she forget to swallow. With a violent shudder, she felt her throat close up, and the sperm continued to pour into her mouth. With nowhere else to go, the thick liquid sought the nearest exit...and with a coughing sneeze, Lois blew two streams of jizz out of her nose.

Lois laid the spurting bottle in the sink as she coughed and sputtered, trying to clear her airways. Grey-white jizz pumped steadily from the glass bottle, too fast and thick for the sink to drain...and the reporter sighed. Her backside was lubed as well as it was going to be. She needed to get this over with.

Setting the drooling bottle on the toilet. Lois Lane took a deep breath and carefully sat down. One hand gripped the base of the bottle, holding it steady; the other guided the drooling tip to her well-used ass.

Butch up, Lane, she told herself. Not the first thing you've had up there tonight.

Except it wasn't a cock. It was hard and cold, slimy and pumping load after load of hot, sticky cum. Lois could actually feel the hot spunk drip over her hands as she lowered herself down...but as soon as the tip of the bottle slid into her butthole, it seemed to stop.

Huh. She thought. Either it works, or...well, I just hope it works.

Lois didn't stop with the tip. She needed mobility, and that meant that the whole bottle needed to get inside of her. Her asshole was well-lubed and stretched out, all she had to do was go slow...and press down, a little harder as the bottle widened out after the neck, stretching her poor asshole more than that cock had. The reporter had to pause for a moment, let her body get used to the intrusion. She waited, swallowing, still tasting sticky, salty jizz in her mouth...and then she sat down further. All the way, the whole length of the hard glass bottle sliding inside her rectum...leaving just the base protruding, one finger on it to hold it there.

One-handed, she wiped the cum and excess lube off her ass, then went to fetch her panties. The underwear would hold the bottle in place, and then...

I will find who did this to me. Lois promised.