The Single Most Painful Moment of Lois Lane's Life

The human body is a marvel of evolution, capable of so much more than people thought. Intellectually, Lois Lane knew that women were capable of childbirth, and that thus the vagina and cervix could stretch to allow something the size of a bowling ball to pass. She knew too that assholes were elastic as well—oh, how long ago she had first seen Goatse!—and that some women even enjoyed anal sex.

Yet none of that rational thought process prepared Lois for the blind animal panic as Angelica Blaze's cock pressed against her nearly virgin hole. Instinctively, automatically, Lois Lane clenched painfully tight. She had never had anything up her ass wider than the narrow tip of the bulb she used to clean herself out at the beginning of the evening...and now she seized up totally, even the breath freezing in her lungs.

It's impossible, Lois thought, as Blaze's cum dripped out of her fresh-fucked twat. I can't take it, it'll rip me in two, my asshole will be destroyed...

Blaze's hands dropped the reporter's asscheeks. She grabbed the reporter by the arms, so that Lois could not escape. Feathers spilled out from the reporter's mouth as the pillow tore. The cock, as though it had a will of its own, pressed against the reporter's pert pucker.

"Relax," Angelica said, her voice low and husky. She held the reporter firmly. "Or don't. It's going to happen either way."

The cock pushed forward. Even with the lube, it was plainly too big...yet Blaze's strength could not be denied. Millimeter by millimeter, the sphincter was pushed inward....and Lois Lane lost all capacity for rational thought. Pain ripped through her at this slow, steady, deliberate violation. Her whole body arched and quaked, striving to get away from the stabbing prick, and Blaze drew her arms back a little, drawing the reporter onto her cock. Clenched as tight as they could be, Lois Lane's muscles hung on a little...

...but the dickgirl's cock was unrelenting.

Pain speared through Lois as the sphincter finally began to give way, and the enormous head of Blaze's dick breached her colon. A ripple went through the reporter's entire spine and in place of a scream a high-pitched keen hissed between gritted teeth. Blaze had bent the reporter's arms back until Lois Lane's head rested on the dickgirl's shoulder, and the deep throaty chuckle of the devlish dickgirl was like a rasp against the reporter's ears.

"You are tight," Angelica whispered. "Just think..when you're too big and pregnant for straight sex, I can fuck your ass every day."

"No..." Lois whispered, her face twisted in a grimace of pain.

"Oh, don't worry. It only hurts at first. You'll come to love it, I'm sure," Blaze said...and bent her head down to press her mouth against Lois Lane's lips.

They hung there together for a moment...and though her ass burned, for that split-second of a kiss, Blaze had stopped pulling Lois forward, and she felt just the tiniest sense of peace. Her ass hurt, and there was that strange and terrible sense of openness, of not being able to close her butthole...but the bright and terrible moment had passed, and she thought maybe if they stayed like this for a while, and let her get used to it, then maybe...just maybe...Lois could survive this ass-fucking.