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Chapter 13 by Zeebop Zeebop

How Does Lois Do It?

Squeeze Her Ass

Lois Lane closed her eyes. Did her best to shut out the world. Focused on her breathing. Let her body relax. All except for one part.

Her ass.

She had never tried this before, not with a living person. It was always one of those things that she had wanted to try but...how often do any of us get to live out their fantasies? To push themselves to the limit? Really find out what they can do?

The reporter squeezed. Not as if trying to push it out or **** it, but carefully, methodically, manipulating her muscles one group at a time.

Many women exercised with their kegel muscles. It was good practice, strengthened their core and pelvic floor. But the ass...Lois began to work the muscles. Her glutes flexed, sphincter tightened and relaxed, pelvic floor pressed against the colon and the cock buried inside of it. All together, just like she had practiced...and beneath her a gagging sound came from the demon's throat.

"What...the hell...are you doing to me..."

Like a handjob without the hands. A blowjob without the mouth. Lois panted, lost in concentration as she sought to keep up the rhythm, the intensity. A tingle ran up her spine, her neglected pussy shuddered in sympathy. Imagine trying to push something almost out of your ass...and then sucking it back in. In and out, in and out, but nothing moving, not really, just squeezing the cock inside of her, coaxing more blood into the demonic member.

Blaze moaned. Lois heard sheets rip as the demon clawed at the bedclothes. Sitting perfectly still, the reporter milked the cock in her ass...and Lois wondered if that would be enough. Then she felt the cock inside her swell a little, stretching her tight little hole just that tiny bit more, and she heard herself say, under her breath...

"Do it. Please..."

Hot cum shot into the depths of the reporter's rectum. Her body shooked, every hair on her arms and legs standing up. It wasn't an orgasm, at least not like any Lois had every known. Rope after sticky rope shot into her bowels, and beneath her Blaze was tensed, focused on her ejaculation into the dark depths of the reporter's ass...and a warmth seemed to flow through Lois, unnatural and calming. Like a warm cup of soup on a cold day, a sense of well-being flowed through her.

"That," Blaze said. "Was exceptional. But something you should know...excessive exposure to my cum can have...side-effects."

What kind of side-effects?

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