End: His Wife's Name

Lois Lane took a deep breath as the swollen head of Perry White's thick prick pressed against her asshole. It felt huge. Too big. Like a tree trunk about to be shoved up her ass. Yet the reporter tamped down her panic. She had interviewed sex therapists before. Knew that this was normal. The human asshole was elastic, more than enough to take everything Perry had to give and more. Lois just needed to relax her asshole and not fight him.

Which was easier said than done.

His hands gripped his hips. The same hands that used to pound a typewriter all day, or laid out front pages by hand. Perry didn't push himself into her. No...Lois felt him pull her onto him. The reporter bit her lip and squeezed her eyes as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of that big prickhead squish against her well-lubed little hole...and then there was a moment like a silent pop, and it was in.

Despite herself, Lois Lane gasped aloud. She quivered. Her ass was, momentarily, a ring of fire. Tears came to her eyes, yet she stifled a whimper. Perry's hands clinched her hips, but he didn't move forward, not yet. It gave her time to get used to the sensation.

"Alice..." Perry said. His wife's name. There was a sadness to the name, and Lois imagined Perry's chin against his hairy chest. She felt his hands shift, and then his thumbs spread her ass cheeks so that she could see her little pink hole stretched tight around the tip of his dick.

That's it, boss, Lois Lane thought to herself as she **** herself to relax. The pain had already faded, though she had the strange and terrible sudden need to bear down and go to the bathroom. Lois knew that would pass too. Just go slow.

"Alice," he said, and there was anger in his voice. The reporter felt the hands tighten, the thumbs really dug into her ass now, and Lois felt a sudden surge of panic.

"Fucking...bitch!" Perry said, as he pulled Lois toward him. The reporter yelped as her asshole suddenly spread wider, faster than she had intended. Her ass burned as the thick prick buried itself deeper into her colon. Nor did Perry stop until his grey hairy balls were pressed against the reporter's labia.

"Thirty years...thirty fucking years of my life...I put up with everything," Perry said. "The nagging, the lying, the affair...you think I didn't know? Forgave you for all that. All I wanted was a shot at that ass!"

Red flag! Lois thought as she grabbed the nearest pillow and **** it between her teeth.

For a moment, Perry White was not some over-the-hill codger with blood in his dick. He was a righteous avenger of a thousand small cruelties. And his target was Lois Lane's ass.

Roughly, he pulled and pushed Lois off of his dick. He'd pull her out until his cock painfully popped out of her ass, then pushed it back in as Lois screamed into the pillow. The bed rocked with the **** of his single-minded effort of anal destruction, and the reporter was in tears—not just for the pain in her ass as he broke it in like a wild bronco, but the unfailing torrent of angry verbiage that issued from his mouth. Three decades of sexual frustration and slights were being worked out, and Lois Lane was the scapegoat.

"Fuck you Alice! You cunt! You whore! Fucking slut. Did you offer your ass up to him? Did you? The same ass you denied me, your own husband!?"

Even though it felt as if Perry was churning her ass into hamburger right now, her heart went out to him. Alice White was a bitch, a whore, a cheating slut. He deserved a wife that would suck his cock and let him put it in every now and again. Lois Lane just wished he wasn't taking out decades of sexual frustration on her. She could almost feel him make a red ruin of her ass. Her whole body was stiff and her fingers gathered the sheets into her fists as she endured the contest.

Yet Perry was an older man. He couldn't keep up that pace. Lois Lane had always known he had a good heart...but she also knew he had a weak one. It's why he had quit smoking.

"Ah...aggh....arrgh..." Perry huffed and suddenly froze. His cock was buried to the hilt in the reporter's ruined asshole, but she felt his hands leave her as he breathed heavily, grunted as though in pain. For a moment, she wondered if he was cumming...and then she unbit the pillow and looked around.

Perry's face was pale. His left arm was limp, and his right arm grabbed at it. Face twisted in a grimace of utter anguish.

"Great Caesar's ghost!" Lois whispered. "You're having a heart attack!"

With a grunt of pain as she pulled herself off of his prick, Lois Lane grabbed at the room's phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"Hold on Perry," Lois said desperately, breaking character even as she felt blood and sperm ooze out of her ass. "I'm calling an ambulance!"

This was how, near dawn, Lois Lane found herself dressed in her whore clothes, in the chair of Perry White's recovery room in Metropolis General Hospital. Perry had come out of the surgery phenomenally well. Lois had called his wife, but Alice hadn't answered the phone, and the reporter had left a message.

She sipped cold coffee. Alice was literally a pain in her ass. Lois had taken advantage of a private bathroom to clean herself and inspect the damage. There was a slim red line on her once-pert-and-perfect anus. An anal fissure. The reporter knew there was no quick fix for that. Just time and patience.

What am I going to say to him when he wakes up? Lois Lane thought. Tell him the truth, I guess. I was undercover, trying to find those missing women, and, um, I accidentally let you split my ass with your massive cock. Oops. Sorry about that boss. Won't happen again!

Then there was a thought that slid into the reporter's tired brain. Like a little red demon sat on her shoulder and whispered it into her ear. The reporter frowned. She was sure that Perry wouldn't want Alice to find out. He had to be quiet about it, right? Lois couldn't imagine he would want to...do it again...would he? It was different for men, after all. They could visit sex workers without damage to their reputation, but a woman that had sex for money...if he said anything, Lois Lane's reputation would be shot. Her career would be over.

Lois Lane was still chewing that thought as the sun rose, and her night out was definitely over. Yet the events of that night would ripple out into the future in ways she could not imagine.