Fuck Her Until She Cums

Poised in the air, unable to do more than squirm, Lois Lane was expecting the worst. And as three cock-headed tentacles began to move inside of her, that is exactly what she feared might happen.

They began slowly. First the tentacle in her pussy would slip out until only the head was still inside her folds, and then it would begin to inch forward and the tentacle in her ass would begin to slide out. And as the crest of its cock-helmet began to push her anus open, it would begin to go back inside of her, and the tentacle in her throat would slide backwards...

It was an almost hypnotic dance, perfectly timed and choreographed, the tentacles fucking her rhythmically, always moving never stopping, never hard or fast enough to cause pain. There was a timeless quality to it, and Lois Lane soon last track of the minutes as her ass and pussy and mouth were fucked, ever so gently, her body slowly accommodating to their size and length.

Lois wiggled helplessly against her bonds, not out of any hope for escape but...because she could feel an excitement building in her body. Could feel the tentacles rub up against each other through the thin flesh separating pussy and ass, felt her virgin ass melting as she got used to getting fucked in the butt, could instinctively breathe around the cock in her throat.

And...she began to itch for something more.

She wasn't bored by any means, but the stimulation was getting her hot and bothered. The reporter panted around the dick in her throat and began to fellate it, sealing her lips around the slimy shaft and sucking as hard as she could. Lois shifted her hips and squeezed her pussy and ass, wishing that the cocks would penetrate her deeper, faster, harder...

Almost in response to her thoughts, she felt the rhythm change. Her pulse quickened, juices flowing from her pussy as the fat cock-tentacle inside it began to pick up steam...and as it finished its travel a trifle earlier and proceeded in a bit deeper, so did the one in her ass...and then her throat...and when the cock-tentacle in her throat hit the back of her mouth, the one in her pussy sped up again.

Heat and excitement built inside Lois, and as her body's lust built up, her qualms eroded. She felt she was no longer a victim in some struggle as the veiny tentacle slid past her lips, as her cunt and ass burned deliciously. The reporter slipped over that threshold past caring, and now she just wanted to cum, needed it, body and mind **** for release.

The pistoning tentacles from the book were almost a blur now, and Lois wanted to scream around the tentacle in her throat as she felt her quim and asshole spasm uncontrollably, splattering her juices on the floor as the stimulation finally sent her over the edge. Her back arched, breasts thrust toward the heavens, thighs quivering as they tried and failed to clamp on the invading tentacles, eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

It felt like she was falling.