Painal

Lois Lane had been told that, with enough lube, and if the penetration was slow enough, anal wouldn't hurt. Most of the pain from anal sex came in from going in dry, or trying to stretch too far, too fast. That was dangerous; you could get an anal fissure, a split in the colon. Blood in your stool, unable to sit, weeks to heal. Porn stars who specialized in anal, Lois knew, used poppers or other **** to relax the involuntary muscles, lots of lube, warmed up with small dildoes before the scene.

Absolutely none of which was available to Lois as two fat pricks shoved their cocks into her ass at once.

There was a pussy pressed against the reporter's mouth, and she screamed into it. Something cold and wet splattered against her asshole, but it was too little, too late. Her poor, defenseless asshole felt like it had ripped. The two pricks pistoned in and out, rubbing against each other, the two men absolutely uncoordinated as they simply humped her hole relentlessly in a **** need to get off inside of her.

Tears rolled down the reporter's cheek. The worst part was, she could feel everything. The cocks poking her colon from inside. Her asshole stretched like a rubber band, threatening to be turned inside out, muscles spasming in pain whenever the two humping fuckers tried to squeeze both their cocks balls-deep inside her violated ass at once.

Pain brought strength and focus to Lois Lane. All this fucking had her in a kind of daze, lost in the pleasure and exhaustion, overwhelmed by events. Now, feeling as those these stupid pricks were trying to core her out until she shit blood, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter felt a bit of her old self come back. She thought about biting the pussy mashed against her face instead of licking it. Her hands, coated with cum, explored the weirdly slick surface of the floor. Seamless as if it was all one piece.

The pistoning pricks picked up their pace. Lois felt herself being pushed and pulled back and forth, and knew that the jerks were getting close. Anger flared inside of her as they shoved harder and faster, her asshole a ring of fire with points of hissing, sharp pain that would have paralyzed her if adrenaline hadn't started to flow.

No, Lois Lane was through playing the helpless fucktoy, though she mewled in pain, grimaced and ate the pussy like she was getting **** on it for something. As soon as these cocks were done...as soon as he asshole was free from these pounding pricks...Lois knew she would make her move. What that was, she wasn't exactly sure, but she knew that it was time for her to extricate herself from this situation, somehow.