End: Lois Gives Her Two Hands

Slowly, Lois withdrew her hand until only her fingertips were left in Callie's pussy...and then the reporter brought her other hand up slid the fingertips in the trembling folds of pink flesh, slathering both hands in the young woman's natural lubricant and then clasped her palms as in prayer.

Callie's eyes grew wide. A hush pervaded the room, so all that anyone could hear was the heavy breathing of the trio, Blaze's cock still plugged into Callie's asshole, the shemale's hands holding the young woman's thighs open wide...and Lois Lane, standing there in the glare of a dozen recording smartphones, juices dripping from her chin, leaking pussy trailing down her leg, began to press forward.

The young woman didn't scream. Her face was beet red, the red of passion and shame and carnal desires fulfilled. There was a horrid fascination in her eyes as Lois pressed deeper. Steepled together, the reporter's hands were no wider apart than her bare fist had been—but Lois hadn't been trying to plunge her fist in and out of Callie's cunt like she was trying to punch her cervix.

It was always the entrance that was the real difficulty, the gate of the vulva. It could stretch and deform, with time and pressure...a baby was supposed to pass through there after all...but sometimes passing a child did irreparable damage to pussies. Labias split, tissues torn, sometimes the soft skin splitting down to the anus...those were the risks, the dangers. As for the rewards.

Lois could feel her own heart thunder in excitement. She had never done this to another woman, though sometimes in her late nights she had watched it done. She pressed forward slowly but without hesitation, watching the curtains part, feeling the warm tunnel against her fingers. It was so tight. They were coming to the critical point now, where the knuckles pressed against the sides, and something would have to give...

It was a moment when anything could happen. A grimace of pain flashed across Callie's face. Lois' lips curled into a snarl as the muscles in her forearms stood out, shaking as she increased her efforts.

The knuckles pressed against the pink walls...harder, and harder, stretching them, pushing them back, little veins and arteries standing out...and then there was a terrifying moment where Lois seemed to stumble a half-step forward, and Callie released the breath she had been holding as the reporter's hands slid home.

"I...I can't believe it..." Callie whispered aloud, her clit a tiny throbbing tower above her gaping cunt. Lois' wrists were pressed together, the tight pink flesh of the young woman's orifice surrounding them like an obscene bracelet. "Oh fuck, I think you've ruined me."

Slowly, Lois began to move. Push and pull, pull and push. Not in and out—her hands were too tightly bound inside the young woman's pussy for that. When Lois drew her hands back, the pussy bulged as though giving birth, and when she pushed inwards her fists sank a little deeper, the pussy following.

They worked like that for moments, the crowd working closer, circling around the trio, watching the obscene distension, wondering each time if this was the pull that would cause the young woman to prolapse, to stretch her pussy to the breaking point and beyond, so that the livid pink sock would fall out between her legs. It was almost a race, to see how far they could push it...

Lois was sweating now, a feverish excitement on her face, and Callie was lost inside herself, moaning gently, both of them speeding up, faster and faster, a little more and a little more until...

Callie's climax was announced by a spray from her swollen, abused pussy. Lois caught the girlcum on her face and laughed as the young woman shivered and moaned in uncontrollable ecstasy, like a puppet caught in a frenzy on her hand.

Blaze grunted, the hot spill of seed inside of the young woman's colon almost an afterthought.

Finally, after long minutes, Callie sank back against the shemale, nerveless, utterly spent.

"I hope," Lois winked at Angelica. "That you saved some of that for me."

"Always," the shemale promised, panting from her own exertion. "Always."

A good ending, Lois thought to herself. To a wild night. And perhaps... she stared at the prick still lodged in the young woman's asshole, and felt a flutter in her belly. ...a new beginning as well.