Wide Enough For A Nice, Slow Fisting

The thumbs pulled...and Lois grimaced. It felt like her ass was being pulled apart. It wasn't pain, exactly. Like pulling at the edges of your mouth. Feeling the tension increase in your skin, the stretching lips pulling at other muscles. Blaze pulled the reporter's ass open, and held it there...and all Lois Lane could do was try not to fight it. **** herself to relax, as impossible as it seemed. Get used to the tension. Then, just as the reporter felt she was weirdly getting used to it...

Blaze pulled her thumbs apart a little more.

It was a long, slow process. The dickgirl never let up the tension, not for a moment. Sometimes Lois felt something hot and wet ooze into her gaping asshole, and the reporter imagined the dickgirl leaning forward, a line of spit drooling out of her mouth into Lois Lane's open ass...and the image sent a shudder up the latex-clad reporter's spine. She lost all track of time, though she knew that it couldn't be much more than minutes, it felt like hours...days... her ass felt full of the hot, oily saliva, though that was impossible.

The only change came when the dickgirl's forefingers stole forward and hooked the edge of the reporter's distended anus.

Lois nearly choked. Now there were four fingers spreading her ass in different directions. Blaze hummed a tuneless melody as her fingers shifted position, stretching the reporter's ass in different directions. It felt to Lois like she could pass a baseball without touching the sides right now, though she knew that was just a fantasy of her sensory-deprived brain. Her ass couldn't possibly be stretched that wide...

Could it? Lois felt the tension creep up in her lower back, her thighs trembling in their laex sheaths. She never thought she would miss getting fucked in the ass, but even Blaze's cock was better than this slow ****, having her ass spread open in the dark.

"Deep breathe now," Blaze said as her fingers shifted. "You can't hold this gape yet, but once I loosen up your insides..."

The fingers of Angelica Blaze's right hand sort of curled around. The hand was wet with spit or lube or both. Her left hand kept the tension on the rim of the reporter's anus. Lois shivered again as she felt the fingers press in on her hole. Her anus must have been a taut pink line...and then Blaze's left hand moved, and the reporter's anus immediately started to close...

...around Blaze's right wrist.

Lois began to pant hard. She could feel the knuckles press against her colon from the inside. Her anus was resting on Blaze's wrist, unable to close fully, but the hand..she could feel the dickgirl's entire hand inside of her ass.

"Nothing loosens up an ass like a nice, slow fisting," Blaze said, giving the reporter's latex-clad ass a friendly pat. "Just relax into it. You might even like it."