Up To His Forearm

Clark started with a single finger.

He had taken off his jacket, rolled up his sleeve past the elbow, and liberally doused himself with lube. Lois Lane, bent over the bed and holding her buttocks apart, could only clench her teeth as she felt the giant sperm wiggle deeper inside of her. Yet Clark Kent was not going to be hurried. Slow and steady was his pace.

The finger slid into the reporter's already-loose ass easily...and Lois did her best to control her breathing. She'd had cocks smaller than that finger, in her pussy. With extraordinary gentleness, Clark's finger slid in all the way to the knuckle, without a bit of resistance. Then he tugged it gently to the side, until Lois couldn't keep from making a little noise as the tension tugged at her distended anus. Slowly, carefully, Clark's finger described a circle inside of her, stretching her anus in every direction.

She wondered what he was looking for. What he was waiting for. Inside her her, the cold, hard mass of the giant sperm squiggled deeper, and made Lois wince.

"I don't see any anal fissures," Clark said at last. "I'm going to put stretch you out a little now."

"Please hurry," Lois said, her voice somewhere between a whisper and a whimper.

Clark with drew his finger...and then she felt all five of them press against her lubed-up hole. He had his fingers steepled together, the thumb tucked under. Lois buried her face in a pillow and bit down hard.

He pushed forward...and Lois Lane ran out of words to describe the sensation. Clark moved so slowly, but his strength was impossible. She pushed back with all of her might, but is still felt like some massive steel bolt pushed through the weak flesh. With his free hand, Clark squirted what was left of the lube on her outstretched hole, but it was still like shitting a bowling ball, only backward.

Then his hand was inside of her. The thing squirmed deeper, and Clark, working by touch, pushed further. She hadn't thought about how thickly muscled Smallville's forearms were when she had called him. Now, she could think of little else. Her poor asshole stretched further and further, the once-tight sphincter now taut as a rubber band around her arm...his fingers opened inside of her and Lois squealed and spurted a little, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

What blind war happened inside of Lois Lane was not something she could ever do justice to. She kept thinking at some point her ass would just go numb, but instead she felt every moment of it.

Now I know what a muppet feels like, Lois thought wryly.

Clark's hand closed around the thing...closed and held to the squirming, fighting mass. Closed, held, and then pulled with a long, slow schluck, her asshole clinging to his arm as he pulled it out...and as Lois Lane's eyes rolled up into her head, she wondered if he would pull her guts out with it.

The end was worse. Clark's fist, wrapped around the giant sperm, was bigger coming out than it had been going in. Strange animal noises burst forth from Lois Lane's throat as her ass bulged around his hand...and gentle and slow as he was, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter could not escape from the feeling that when he pulled free her guts would just come spooling out after it.

That didn't happen. Instead, with a wet pop, she was suddenly empty...and her legs collapsed. Lois lay panting and sweating, he knees up on the bed, her distended, gaping ass vacillating as though gulping air, hanging over the bed. With an enormous effort she turned her head in time to see Clark crush the sperm to white goo in his meaty palm, then bag up the remains and wipe his hand clean with a Lysol wipe...but what her eyes fell on was the bulge in his pants.