Alternate Fucking Both Holes

Lois grabbed her cock in both hands, and began to stroke it. There had been a time, when she was younger, that she had dated a guy really into tantric sex. He had an obsession with cumming several times in rapid succession, and had told her that the body could still ejaculate even if the cock wasn't hard, and get hard without ejaculating—and at the time she had been young enough and horny enough to let him wear her pussy out.

The relationship hadn't lasted; relationships based only on sex seldom did, she had found out to her cost over the years. But she had learned a thing or two.

Her eyes focused on those distended holes. She rubbed harder, flexed unfamiliar muscles. The cock moved, the tip rising slightly. There was a deep ache that ran the full length of it, but it was, if not hard, then hard enough for what she was going to do.

Deep breaths. Eyes locked on target. Press the head against that pussy and... Lois slid forward, hip joints smoothly gliding as if she could do this in her sleep...and the cock pushed forward, past the point Lois thought it should have stopped, until the skin of Maria's stomach distended slightly, and the busted cunt felt momentarily tight around her cock.

Lois pulled it back out and watched the pink ring of flesh around her cock, afraid for a moment that she was pulling all of Maria's guts out with it...but the massive cock pulled out with a wet schlop, like Popeye fisting Olive Oyl, stretching her slack cunt until it was tight around that bulging muscle, then pulling it out again, and Lois quickly dropped her cock down a couple inches to retry the procedure with that gaping asshole.

Maria lay back, a dead fuck, grunting softly whenever the cock pushed too deep into her, but saying nothing. Everything about her seemed utterly exhausted, uncaring...everything except those eyes, which danced with some unspeakable emotion as Lois kept up her steady alternating fuck.

After ten or fifteen minutes, hips sore, Lois began to feel it...her body was heating up. Her cock was a smidgen stiffer, finding it harder to push deep inside the twin holes, despite a sudden increased desire to do so. The reporter began to breath harder as she increased her pace, that empty pocket inside her which had to be the seminary vesicle filling up like the most painful balloon in the world, slowly but steadily...and Lois could feel it after ten more minutes, though her cock had gone a little floppy again, and Lois knew that she could cum, though she had no idea how much...and her pained violet eyes sought out those dark twinkling ones, silently asking the question that the reporter's thin, aching body demanded.