Rim Her Ass

There had been one boyfriend...boyfling...a gymbunny piece of beefcake whom Lois had enjoyed several sweaty hours with over the course of twelve sultry weeks, before life got in the way. The reporter had always suspected he was gay, or at least bi, because he was pretty into anal play. Not her butt, but his. Every blowjob he wanted a finger in his ass. And whenever he blew a load, he'd spread his sweaty cheeks and ask her to dig in there to get him going again.

Lois Lane had been game for just about anything. She had even gotten good at it. Even to enjoy the practice. Strange as it may be to sound, there was something pleasurable about a good rimjob. The level of intimacy with your lover, the way all of their attention focused on that one spot. Being able to taste and feel that precious, delicate part of them. It was a level of trust above all others.

Now it was time to employ her skills once again.

Swiftly shifting her grip on the sorceress' shaft so that her palm rode along the underside, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter got on her knees behind Circe and planted her face right in the immortal's asscrack. Her tongue avidly sought out the little pucker, ignoring the bitter taste as she licked over the sensitive little folds. Somewhere up inside of the witch, past her sphincter, was the throbbing prostate, busily generating more sperm. All Lois had to do was find it.

Stroking the shaft with one hand, the reporter drew Circe's ass down with the other, forcing her to press her cheeks hard against Lois Lane's face. Making her tongue as stiff as possible, Lois pressed it against the very center of the anus. The sphincter quivered, flexed...and then relaxed as Circe finally understood what was going on, opening her rosebud to the tender, swirling ministrations of the reporter's tongue.

Lois could tell it was working, because the shaft was rock-hard again in her hand, pre-cum leaking onto her fingers.

But so too, she could sense the urgency. While she could not see the demon struggling to emerge through the scrying window, Lois could feel Circe's buttocks clench and thighs strain as her whole body tensed in some occult struggle. As Lois Lane's tongue waggled deep inside, pressing and searching for the prostate, she prayed that she wasn't too late.