Lois Stays And Takes It Up The Ass

In for a penny, in for a pounding, Lois Lane thought to herself sullenly. The reporter felt a terrible resignation settle inside of her as she stared into the unnatural darkness. She had already been used as a public cumdump, and her little asshole had been lubed up and stretched out. Trying to escape at this point seemed singularly pointless. What's one more cock, after getting fucked by everyone and their brother?

A moment later, Lois found out. It was a big one.

Like many women post-the-creation-of-the-internet, Lois Lane had watched a certain amount of pornography, where women that were generally much less attractive than her managed to do things that the reporter could scarcely dream of. Lois had seen rather average-looking women take entire fists up their ass, the holes spreading, tight rims stretched taut from knuckle to knuckle. She had measured her own fist, a little over three inches over four fingers, and wondered at what it would be like to try and fit all that inside herself.

Of course, she had never done it. Had thought about it, late at night. Wondered about how much lube it would take, what it would feel like. Yet somehow, Lois had never gotten to the point of actually stretching her holes that far...for fear of ending up in the emergency room, of injuring herself permanently, or even the silly notion of being ruined and too loose if she did ever get a husband. A stupid, old-fashioned idea in hindsight, yet...

The head of the cock pressed against her asshole felt as big as her fist.

Strong hands clamped tight about her waist, preventing even the possibility of escape. The sides of the cock, hard and smooth as an apple, slid against her asscheeks. The bulk of the dickhead and the sheer **** with which it pressed forward pushed her anus in...and, the reporter realized swiftly, was pushing it open. She was being truly ass-invaded, and while it didn't hurt yet, Lois was distinctly uncomfortable at the size of dick that was trying to bugger her, and all those dark fears came to her at once, the images of her asshole bloody and ruined, a gaping pink hole that would never close again. Cold, clammy sweat broke out on her forehead, and under her arms, trickled down her ribs, and Lois wondered whether it would help to scream.

Which is when the darkness in front of her reached out toward her.