Finger Lois Lane's Pussy And Ass At The Same Time

There were jars of oil around. Lois didn't actually see Kallisto dip her fingers into one of them...but she felt it, as the slick digits pressed against the reporter's pussy and ass at the same time. Kallisto grinned hugely, one massive hand lightly gripping the reporter's neck as the other slid fingers into both holes. The reporter gasped at the sudden intrusion...amazed as much by the suddenness as the fact that it didn't hurt.

Lois looked down the length of her naked body. A thumb thicker than some of her lover's cocks was embedded knuckle-deep inside of her pussy, the little clit red and rigid. Two fingers were slowly working their way in and out of the reporter's anus—Lois suddenly glad she had cleaned herself out before coming to the club—and the sensation of her ass being stretched was so different, so intense, that she quivered. Then when Kallisto pressed finger and thumb together, against the thin skein of flesh that separated pussy and ass, and Lois shook as she could feel them both rubbing together at the same time.

"Strong woman," Kallisto said as she worked her fingers in deeper. "But you can be stronger. We need strong women. Fighters, like you. We make them strong...so strong..."

Lois licked her lips. She felt light-headed. All of this happened so fast...yet her curiosity compelled her to ask.

"Why? Why do you need fighters? How do you make them stronger?" Lois asked.

Kallisto gave a crooked smile, as if she had expected the questions.

"I can show you...if you wish to become one of us," the muscular woman said, punctuating "us" by pushing her fingers as deep into Lois as they could go. Instinctively, Lois moaned and clung to the woman...and was shocked when she saw a shadowy figure seem to hover for a moment in the doorway. A figure dressed in the helmet and armor of a Greek hoplite, albeit ornate and dark as a Goth's dream. The reporter blinked, and the figure was gone, the door was closed...yet the certainty that she had seen him remained.

"What is being your answer?" Kallisto pressed. "You fight for us...or maybe I just play with your holes, and we go separate ways?"