Grrrreat!

A strange giddiness filled the reporter's head.

It's happening, she thought. I'm having anal sex. I'm being fucked in the ass! A black man is fucking me in the ass!

A goofy, stupid smile came on her face as the cock plunged in and out of her asshole. She didn't try to fight it. Just like she didn't strain about the hands that held her in place. Her head seemed to swirl, too many sensations at once...and everything seemed to fade except for the sensation of a warm, living, stiff thing that preached again and again through her anal ring. Her heart beat faster and faster, until it sang in her chest like a hummingbird. She couldn't feel much beyond it...it wasn't like getting fucked in her pussy at all...yet she was just overwhelmed at the idea that finally she was doing what she was...

...made...

...to...

...do.

"She's crashing!"

Time slowed down unnaturally. Lois could feel a lethargy, a light-headedness. Dimly she felt her heart shudder and seize in her chest. The cock seemed to slow down, and there was a high-pitched ringing in her ears... The cock pulled out and left her anus gaping, empty, lost. She couldn't feel her limbs, her whole body slack as she was spun around.

"I've got no pulse!"

Suddenly a mouth pressed on hers, but not in a kiss. Hands pressed against her chest. She wanted to tell them to put it back, that she loved being fucked in the ass, that it felt great...and then something pierced through the veil of confused sensations.

"We're losing her!"

The last conscious thought Lois Lane had was:

I hope there's anal sex in Heaven.