They Keep Going

"She's not going to impregnate your ass," Lois Lane said as she applied a little more pressure to her fingers. "Right Angie?"

"I mean, I could," the dickgirl said.

"P-please don't," Cassie said. The young woman shook as the reporter's fingers slowly spread her pussy lips further and further apart, while Blaze's fingers moved in small circles around her asshole. Blaze and Lois' volunteer was in a squat, knees spread wide, her arms up and hands gripping the edge of the sink. Lois in front of her, and Angie behind.

There was no escape for Cassie as Lois slowly pressed her fingers forward. The tight pink lips stretched taut around the reporter's lube-covered knuckles, and the young woman's hands gripped the sides of the sink for dear life. Yet there was no escape...and the reporter's fist slowly sank into the dripping fuckhole until the soft pink labia slid around Lois Lane's wrist.

"Oh Goddess," Cassie moaned. "Oh fuck...fuck that's...I've never had anything that big inside me before it's just so...so intense."

Cassie's knees shook. The audience snapped pictures as pussy-juice dribbled down the length of Lois Lane's forearm and dripped off of her elbow. The reporter smiled and ran her free hand down the young woman's side to calm her, just as she might a horse in the middle of foaling.

Because now it was Angelica Blaze's turn.

Her fingers steepled together and pressed against Callie's asshole.

"Are you clean back here, Callie?" The dickgirl asked.

"Y-yes," the young woman was almost hyperventilating. With her free hand, Lois reached around to gently rub Callie's clit.

"You like anal?" Blaze asked as she pressed forward. Lubed as her fingers were, the sphincter gave almost immediately...but the four fingers together, with the thumb folded inside, was too big to just slide in.

"Oh...oh fuck, yes," Callie admitted. "I...I mean I want to. Fuck. Fuck! But I've never...with anyone else..."

"First time for everything," Blaze said...and the muscles in her forearm bunched as she applied more ****.

There was no retreat. No stopping. Angelica Blaze held one hand on Callie's hip, and the other pushed deeper and deeper. The sphincter stretched and gave way, and the young woman's voice was reduced to high-pitched gasps as her ass was **** open slowly but surely...and Lois Lane's face began to glow, a sexual heat filled the reporter's entire being as she could feel Angie's fingers through the thin skein of tissue that separate vaginal canal and colon...and then with a final gasp, Callie laid her forehead against the edge of the sink...and there was a fist in the young woman's pussy and ass at the same time.

"So," Lois said. "Do you want us to fist-fuck you...or do you want to move and fuck yourself?"