It Goes Deeper

The cock pressed deep. No more sliding back and forth. Lois bit down harder into the sleeve of her jacket as the pressure—and pain—was increasing. Yet the cock continued its ****, apparently determined to bury its entire length inside of her...and there was nothing the reporter could do about it.

What is he doing? Lois thought about her unseen anal invader. I can't take all that dick, he has to realize that by no-OW!

With a flash of stinging pain, a surge of strength, the reporter felt the impossible—the swollen head of the cock pushing deeper inside of her. The pain made Lois Lane's asshole clamp down hard, and it took all of the reporter's self-control not to kick or scream.

Worse, the last inch or so of the cock was even thicker than the rest of the tree trunk of a cock shoved up her ass. Lois could feel her formerly virgin hole stretched wide, burning and aching, unable to close.

Keep it together Lane, Lois told herself. It's smaller than it feels. Assholes are elastic. Just calm down and relax, your butt is so tight that they'll have to cum soon, and then you can escape and—oh Great Caesar's ghost, who am I kidding, I'm never going to shit solid again!

Lois was so absorbed with the phallic spear gut-fucking her that she didn't at first register what was going on with her pussy...until a burrowing, questing finger slipped into her folds.

Oh fuck me, Lois thought. She could taste the leather of her jacket, and late as it might be, was seriously debating the possibility of fighting back or escaping. Her position was pretty bad, but maybe if she took her assailant by surprise, she'd be able to scurry forward...

Except that the thumb—for that's what it was, she could feel the rounded, blunt tip—was in her tunnel now, digging forward even as the index finger was pressed against her clit. Even as the intruding fingers were working her pussy, the cock began to work back and forth...not thrusting exactly, because the head seemed to be lodged pretty deeply inside, but just the hips leaning and drawing back, the reporter's whole lower body moving just a fraction of an inch...and Lois Lane had a boyfriend that fucked like that once, a grinder who liked to build up a huge load of cum and let it go deep inside.

But if that's the case...why play with my pussy? Lois wondered.