Just One—The Big One

The older woman held up a single finger...and then spread her hands nearly shoulder-width apart. Lois Lane's eyes widened as she grasped what the veteran whore meant, but she hoped that she was exaggerating.

The stage shook as the final customer tread on it. Wooden boards groaned beneath his weight. A single massive hand fell on the reporter's ass like a sack of potatoes. The palm along was bigger than her butt cheek, and it carefully pried her apart to reveal her dripping, spunk-filled pussy.

"SO SMALL," a voice rumbled, like granite trickling down a mountain into a valley.

"SO FRAGILE," something hard pressed against the reporter's pussy, bigger than her closed fist. Rough as elephant skin, hard as horn.

An impossible pressure began to mount on Lois Lane's pussy as the bound woman began to struggle in her stocks. The crowd grew silent as they watched the behemoth slowly **** his massive erection into her slit as Lois squirmed. Lois imagined it must be like watching a car crash, or maybe the Titanic side-swiping the iceberg. Just waiting for the moment when something plainly too big was **** in—

"SO TIGHT!" the villain roared as the head of their outsized cock pushed into the reporter's once-tight hole. Lois gasped, sure that her guts were being rearranged, that her pussy would tear against the massive ****. But neither of those things happened.

Instead, the great figure grabbed the reporter's creaking hips with both hands and began to thrust in hard, short, fast strokes. Lois Lane's legs gave out before his prick was halfway buried in her stretched-out snatch, flopping uselessly as he supported her whole weight, plunging his prick deeper and harder into her already fucked-out pussy.

Imagine shitting a bowling ball, only backwards. Lois Lane's wrists chafed in the stocks, the back of her head kept hitting the board, and she held on the entire time, the ring glowing on her finger and she kept telling herself: Not yet, not yet, save it, save it, you can do it, good soldier, good soldier...

In the midst of the terrible, brutal reaming, someone turned a hose on inside of Lois. Hot wet spunk hit her cervix and she gave out a strangled scream, to the obvious delight of the crowd, who began to cheer. Not long after, the titanic cock withdrew, almost talking half of Lois Lane with it. The last thing the crowd saw before the curtain closed was the reporter's gaping pussy, spasming gently, leaking jizz into a puddle on the stage.

"Thank you gentlemen!" The veteran whore said to the crowd. "We're going to take a few moments to freshen up, and be back again for the sequel in half an hour!"