Two To Go

Lois wanted to brace herself. She knew what was coming, as the familiar, well-lubed hand pressed against her wide-open asshole. Maria had steepled her fingers, trying to make her hand as small a profile as possible, the better to ease it back into the reporter's backside. Fishing for yet another alien sphere.

She wanted to, but she knew it was useless...that she would feel those knuckles rasp against and stretch the pink rim of her sphincter. That the warm, hard length of that hand would push deep into the empty, gaping chasm of her bowels. Worm her way even deeper than last time, past Lois' limits.

God help me, Lois admitted to herself. I'm enjoying it.

The reporter held her knees against the tub to keep them from trembling in anticipation. She was biting the inside of her cheeks, clutching her nails into the palms of her hand, all to distract her from the ravaging of her rectum. Her mind cast about for something, anything that would take her mind off the strange and terrible sensation as Maria's fingers sought out the next egg...

...the egg. Lois stared down at the blue-and-scarlet sphere that lay in the tub. The thing looked leathery, like some undead testicle, not like a bird's egg with its hard shell. She watched it intently, unsure what they were even going to do with the thing.

I could call Superman. She mused. But then I'd have to tell him where it came from.

For a moment, Lois thought she saw the egg move...but her attention was distracted.

"I think I feel the second one," Maria said from behind her. "Deep breath now, try to relax..."

Lois breathed deeply...and felt a sudden pain, deep within, combined with an instinctive urge to clamp down and squeeze. The reporter mastered her body's demands, but only with difficulty...and then she felt the fist moving inside of her again, being pulled out, the mass of pushing against the wall of flesh that separated her colon from her vaginal canal, stimulating both.

The reporter panted, juices running freely down her thighs...she needed to orgasm, but she couldn't, not with Maria here, not with her fisting her ass, anus a tight pink band wrapped around the meaty part of the young woman's forearms, clinging obscenely to it as she slowly pulled her arm out.

Once again, Lois looked at the tub...and the egg was definitely moving now, or something within it. Rocking slightly from side to side as the thing within shifted its weight, and Lois wondered what that would have felt like if it had happened inside of her...she focused on the thing's movement as once again they came to the critical moment, when the barmaid would pull her fist out of the overstretched rectum...

Is this it? Lois asked herself, heart in her throat as she felt her anus being stretched out, the barmaid bracing one hand against her ass once again pulling with gentle but persistent strength. Is this where my asshole gives up, turns inside out, and my pink sock falls out?

Lois bit her lip, the image contrasting terribly with the burning heat of her pussy. All of her life seemed to narrow down to two terrible possibilities...