Getting Fucked In The Butt Is Not That Bad

What surprised Lois was that it wasn't the brutal anal ****, the traumatic ass-coring experience she'd always sort of feared. Oh, her butt was a bit sore, and hot, and she had to fight the urge to bear down and try to poop...but once Blaze got well into her rhythm, sliding her well-lubricated cock in and out of the reporter's ass with slow, steady strokes, Lois realized that it wasn't some life-changing trauma. It wasn't going to be a future of colostomy bags and diapers, she wasn't going to bleed to **** from her asshole. It was just a dick, just an asshole, and it didn't even hurt that much. She was just getting fucked in the butt.

It's actually a bit of a relief, Lois realized, as she relaxed a little, no longer trying to bite through her open-mouth gag. I mean, it's still kinky as hell, here I am in a full-body latex prison getting fucked by a complete stranger, and I'm not being sent to the heights of ecstasy, but I'm not going to be scarred by life, either.

Blaze made appreciative noises as the dickgirl's balls slapped into the latex that covered the reporter's pussy. Lois was glad right then that the dickgirl couldn't see her. More than once in her life, the reporter had lovers who were obviously enjoying things more than she was, and Lois always had to moan and writhe and sometimes fake an orgasm just to keep from disappointing them. At least trapped as she was, Lois didn't have to pretend. She could just think about her predicament.

I could almost get used to this, Lois thought. I mean, I shouldn't be surprised. Things go out of my butt every day. It's a strong, well-used muscle. With the right lube, as long as it isn't a hard fuck that tears my colon out...and Blaze is being surprisingly gentle...I guess it's okay. I would do this with a boyfriend if asked. I mean, if Superman wanted to fuck my butt, that would be a nice anniversary gift. Maybe fourth date.

The reporter could feel the heat build and build in her butt. It was the friction of the dickgirl's cock, and Lois wondered if this was what it was like for porn stars that specialized in anal. Did any of them really enjoy it, or were they all faking? Obviously, it felt good for Blaze, who was grasping the latex over the reporter's buttocks hard enough that Lois could feel it through the thick, clinging layer. If Blaze was like any of Lois Lane's other boyfriends, she gave the dickgirl maybe eight to ten minutes before she blew her load...and strangely, the idea of getting a load of cum inside her ass didn't distress Lois like she thought it would, either.

I mean, it's not like having unprotected vaginal sex. Sure, there's an STD risk, but no pregnancy risk. And once she's done, she might let me out...

A weird sense of peace and anticipation settled through Lois. It was like a demon had been banished from her life. She was no longer afraid of anal sex.

Of course, Blaze wasn't done yet...