An Odd Craving

Instinctively, Lois tried to hold the azure ejaculate inside of her...but the stretching she'd just taken made it difficult for her. The reporter cupped her fresh-fucked pussy with one hand, trying to keep it from running out...and stared at the puddle of blue spunk on the floor.

"That was...something else," Maria said, still staring at the broken glass. "I didn't think anything human could do...that. Are you okay? Does it...hurt?"

"No." Lois said, and she realized it was true. She was a little sore, especially down there; the kind of pleasant ache you might get from a really energetic bout of sex, or being stretched by a particularly well-endowed partner—but that was all. She had just received the fucking of her life, and she could almost go for seconds.

She staggered, still a little tipsy...wondered at the wine sloshing around behind the plug in her rectum, how fast her body was absorbing it...and bent down over the puddle of cerulean cum. Hesitantly, she reached down with a finger to touch it—warm to the touch, and quite sticky. She scooped up a glob of it in her fingers. Like molasses.

"What are you..." Maria began.

"I just need a...taste." Lois brought it up to her lips.

The woman started forward. "That's...no. I mean you already have a cunt-full of that, what if..."

"You're right, I do already have a cunt-full. One more drop isn't going to make any difference."

She popped the fingers in her mouth. Lois didn't normally like the taste of cum. A few of her boyfriends had been eager spurters, and she'd learned to deal with it. Salty, watery, the consistence of runny snot for the most part. This was...different. Very different. It rolled around her mouth in little balls, and the flavor...