Mercy Uses The Lube

The bodyguard grabbed the bottle and jammed it into her pants, squirting the cool gel all over her fingers and slit. Then with one eye glued back on the action in the other stall, she began to swirl it around, slick fingers now squeezing easier into her pussy...

...just like Lois Lane's fingers were squeezing easier into that bartender's asshole.

Mercy Graves panted as she kept one eye on the hole. The reporter looked like a kid discovering a new toy. She was gently moving her whole forearm now, back and forth, watching the steepled fingers disappeare into the anus in front of her up to the knuckle, and then pulling them back out, making the knuckles "pop" against the pink rim. The bartender was moaning, face crimson, saying something that Mercy couldn't make out.

Blindly, the bodyguard's hands found her own pussy. Fingers pressed together she curled her wrist and pressed them forward...and gasped as she felt her cunt start to spread. The lube was heating up, and for a moment Mercy worried about what Lex Luthor might have added to it...but then she felt her knuckles slip into her splayed pussy for the first time.

The bodyguard had to bite her lip to keep from calling out, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the intrusion. It was bigger than any dildo she'd ever taken, and she could just feel her vaginal walls stretched so far...it felt like she was being split in half. Yet it didn't hurt, exactly. It was like her cunt was on fire, the lube burning almost painfully now, and just as Mercy thought she couldn't go any further, the muscles seemed to loosen and she found she could push it in...and pull it out...in and out, in and out just a fraction of an inch each time, and Mercy bit her cheeks and tried to match the timing of Lois Lane's thrusting fist, tried to imagine it was her that the reporter was fist-fucking. The lube-filled snatch made obscene squelching noises, audible from the neighboring stall, but Mercy was past caring.

So was Lois Lane.

Most of her hand was inside the young woman's asshole now, and though Lois was pushing and pulling—Mercy could see the flesh distend, the sphincter gripping onto the reporter's hand—but Lois was pushing it deeper each time, and Mercy thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Until what Lois Lane did next...