Who Can Stretch Lois Lane's Holes The Most?

"No..." Lois Lane panted as they poured the lube over her crotch. "Please..."

Even the reporter could hear the false note in her voice. She didn't really want them to stop. The two naked young women whose fingers pushed at her lube-sodden holes. It was theater. Something Lois thought she was supposed to say.

Good girls, after all, don't beg for her holes to get wrecked.

"Why? It's not like you have to keep your pussy tight for some man," Batgirl said with a giggle as she pushed a third finger into the reporter's twat.

"Or your ass," Supergirl added. The blonde had two fingers in the reporter's anus and with her super-strength slowly drew them apart to stretch the reporter's asshole out.

"Now, let's see how far you can stretch...without breaking," Batgirl said.

There was more tequila, and more lube. As before, Lois had no say in things. The two impeccable specimens of womanhood ignored her caresses as they worked to stuff more fingers into her cunt and ass. Barely noticed when the curious reporter ran a curious tongue over Batgirl's twat, and wondered at the scars on the redhead's hard, toned body, or when Lois pinched Supergirl's clit as hard as she could, but was unable to raise so much as a whimper from the invulnerable Kryptonian.

Minutes ticked past...and Lois Lane panted as her body slowly surrendered more and more to the two heroines. The tissues of the human body were elastic, after all. Babies were supposed to come from pussies, and an asshole could stretch almost as far without a tear.

Which is how, near dawn, the reporter found herself a pillow to bite so that she wouldn't howl as ass and pussy were both agape. Two hands were buried up to the wrist in the reporter's cunt, and two hands were buried in her ass just as deep. Lois Lane's pelvis jerked and spasmed uncontrollably as she felt the knuckles of her two lovers scrape against each other, separated only by a thin skein of flesh. Either one was strong enough that with a gesture, they could tear Lois apart...or turn her inside out.

"You know," Supergirl said, her blonde hair damp with sweat. "I've never seen a woman prolapse before."

"Me either," Batgirl whispered. "Of course, if we hurt her, we'll have to be extra nice to her. Is that something you want, Lois?"

The reporter, half out of her head, realized that question was directed at her...and the older woman paused for a moment before she answered.