Yes, But...

A chorus of approvals appeared on the screen. Except most of them added things...

PupLover69: FIST THE BITCH

4204LI5: STRETCH HER FUCKING HOLES

BitchBreeder: I WANT TO SEE YOU WEAR HER ASSHOLE LIKE A BRACELET

Fistman: FIST FIST FIST

Lois blushed at the replies. Even after all she had just showed them, they wanted more...more than Lois thought she could give. Her asshole already felt weird, a little achey. She knew that she'd be sitting on an ice pack tonight, and would feel it every time she shat for the next couple of days. The thought of being reminded of tonight every time she sat down made her cunny drip.

The old black woman cackled. Lois felt a tug at the dildo in her pass. She did her best not to clamp down with her anal muscles, even though it felt like she was being turned inside out. On the screen, she could see her anus distend and stretch outwards obscenely, her asshole clinging to the shaft...and then it gave way and slid out, slick and clean...

"Alrights. We gonna give da bitch her tail," the old woman said. "But first, we gotta make sure it gonna fit."

Lois Lane's asshole gaped, pink and raw. She stared into her own depths, felt her muscles tremble...and then, just as it collapsed, a pair of brown fingers stole forward and slid into the slick, wet hole. Right up to the knuckle, no preliminaries...and it didn't hurt at all. They were smaller than the dildo, and as the old woman began to pump them in and out of the reporter's hole, she began to appreciate what a difference the movement made, compared to just inserting something big...on screen she watched her asshole being pushed back and forth as the fingers jammed themselves in and out, and she could feel the heat building. It was like being fucked, but different...less pleasurable, but not without its own, weird attraction. After a few moments, Lois got used to it, and almost missed the size of the dildo.

Which is when the old woman added a third finger.

The middle three fingers of that brown right hand were plunging in and out of the reporter's asshole now, and she could see the strong sphincter muscle working to push them together, and the old woman stubbornly spreading them—and the reporter's ass—apart. On screen, the comments rained in, wanting more, ever more...

The brown fingers pulled out...and now there were four of them, the pinkie and forefinger tucked in underneath the middle fingers to make a dull point, and Lois heard herself gasp as it pushed forward, right up to the knuckle...and the old woman didn't stop there. Lois Lane's own fingers clutched her knees, her face a grimace of discomfort as the brown hand pushed forward. The woman's brown arm was applying more strength, and from above she drizzled on more lubricant from a bottle, a clear goo that ran over her hand in goopy streams.

The internet audience was cheering as slowly...achingly slowly...the reporter's asshole slid over the brown fingers, closed over the hand...and then only the thumb was outside of the reporter's asshole.

Lois Lane's legs quivered, streams running down her thighs. A part of her wished the black woman would slide that dark thumb into her sopping cunt, so that she could feel both at once. Yet it was not to be. The thumbnail scraped against the reporter's buttock as it curled under the hand...Lois felt the tip touch the taut, overextended rim of her anus...and then without warning the whole fist plunged forward, burying itself in Lois Lane's ass. The reporter rocked forward, the dog chain attached to the collar about her neck tight and Lois felt hot tears in her eyes as bright pain blossomed.

She wasn't surprised when she saw a little bright dab of blood on that brown wrist as it gently pushed and pulled inside her ass.

"Ya earned ya tail, bitch," the old woman said. "An' ya earned somethin' else too."