Surprise!

Lois stared down at the puffy red vulva before her, feeling naughty and drunk with power. Placid, defenseless, the demonic pussy was totally at her mercy...and the reporter's mind raced with what she could do to it. My fingers? Or maybe I should break out one of my toys... Lois mused, two fingers rubbing her own slit as she contemplated how she might **** the quivering quim next.

Then something caught her eye. A hint of movement. Taking her fingers away from her own sex, Lois carefully spread the scarlet folds of the labia once more. She blinked, holding her breath, staring down into the depths of the red pussy before her and...yes, there was something there. A ridge or knob of flesh. As the reporter watched, it moved, ducking down, out of view.

There's something in there.

Lois shifted the book, placing her right hand above the devil's vulva, spreading the lips wide and holding them up. With two fingers of her left hand, she tentatively reached inside the scarlet cunt.

It was warm, and tight...familiar, because Lois knew what her own cunny felt like, but when she was reaching inside herself, the reporter could feel both with her fingers and her cunny at the same time. This was...different. She probed blindly, fingers circling around the edge of the slick, hot tunnel, feeling the walls contract around her. Her fingers glanced against something hard and rubbery, which retreated from her touch.

The reporter followed after it, seeking gently, spreading her fingers a little to form a kind of pincer. She was knuckle-deep in the crimson cunt when her fingers found the strange, rubbery nub of flesh. It felt about twice as thick as her thumb...and she let her fingers circle it, feeling it move and pulse a little beneath her fingers. There was a kind of lip to it...a ridge of flesh that flared out at the base...

If I can just get my fingers around it.

Lois pressed deeper, feeling the puffy vulva shiver at her intrusion, hearing it squelch, the little red bean of a clitoris hard and erect. It was odd thinking that she was so deep beyond the surface of the page; in any normal situation her fingers would be through the back cover, scraping the bedspread, not buried in a bookish bit of cooze. She hooked her fingers around either side of the rubbery bit of flesh...and gave a gently tug.

It fought her, resistance instant, trying to retreat further down into the demon's pussy. The reporter cursed, gripping it tighter with her fingers. Pulled hard now—not with a steady jerk, but with a slow and steadily building pressure, the kind that caused the muscles in her forearm to bunch—and she could feel it working, the strange piece of meat coming out of its hidey-hole, drawn out a millimeter at a time.

Lois couldn't see it but she could feel the progress, the cool air on her juice-stained fingers, the way the vaginal walls closed and squeezed on her hand...

Just a little more. Lois thought. Come out into the light, you little bastard.