Four Fucking Fists

The power of love blazed on Lois Lane's fingers. Lines of power stretched out over her hand, like one of those VR gloves. And as she opened and closed her hand, four glowing pink fist-shaped energy constructs opened and closed in perfect synchronicity.

"I hope you're ready," Lois breathed, her pussy wet and shivering as she steepled her fingers to a point, and the four fucking fists of love followed suit.

Circe struggled vainly within the pink bonds that held her suspended, spreadeagled, and gagged. The pink speculums had stretched the sorceress' pussy and asshole wide. Lois could scarcely believe how grossly the woman's holes could gape. Visions trampled through her mind of the woman impaled on the horse-like cocks of centaurs, of naked nymphs shoving their arms in to the elbow. Or perhaps her immortal body would not let her cunt and ass split when **** open by the irresistible energy constructs.

Whatever the reason, Lois knew that she would enjoy the show.

Ass on the sand, legs spread, her free hand stroking her clit, Lois had the perfect cunts-eye view as she slowly pressed the four hands into Circe's gaping holes.

Lois Lane could feel the hot, taut flesh against her fingertips as the four hands began their entry, two in Circe's front and two in her back. The energy constructs seemed utterly frictionless, but there was still only so much space, in the gaping holes, and as the hands slid against each other, the pressure on the already stretched-out fuckholes increased. With a flicker of thought, Lois dismissed the speculums...and then began to push.

Circe could not move or escape. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Thighs vibrated, unable to do anything else. A spray of hot girl-cum spat out onto the sand between the reporter's feet, a few drops landing on Lois Lane's hand. That excited her, and the light of love burned brighter on her finger as she applied more pressure, pushing the four hands in deeper.

The pink ring of the anus stretched and distended inhumanly. The pussy was warped like a rubber band, and Lois knew there had to be something at work there. No human anatomy could stretch like that. Although Lois wondered...shivering and rubbing her pussy faster...what Circe must be feeling right now. The knuckles on all four hands were scraping those orifices, and liquid was dripping uncontrollably from the sorceress' cunt. Either she had lost all bladder control, or she was simply constantly on the verge of orgasm, brought to the height of ecstasy and unable to stop.

"No," Lois whispered, panting hard as her fingers rubbed furiously. "No, I haven't even begun yet!"