Bizarro Fuck

The hole was large enough for the man to feed his full cock and balls through. Just brought his hips straight up to the mirror and fed them through, to let the pale, irregular orbs dangle on the other side.

"You no am fuck." the voice echoed from the other side of the wall. It had a strange, dissonant quality, like a DJ had played a tape backwards, then reversed the reverse recording at a different speed.

Lois took the monster in her hands. The flesh was cool to the touch, and dry. Soft as it was, it took two hands to hold it up.

The head was slightly blue, and almost flat; the slit for the urethra was abnormally large, and almost bisected the head completely. Curious, Lois took the front of the dick in both hands and spread the slit open with her thumbs. The insides were a deep violet color...she could see veins beneath the throbbing surface...and smell hit her, a familiar reek of ammonia.

The reporter's slit tingled. Drunkenly she turned and pressed her bare ass against the glass. The elephant trunk beneath her was stiff enough she could rest her pussy on it, the hot lips spreading out. Grabbing hold of the tip of the dick with both hands, she began to slide her pussy back and forth on that shaft, the surprisingly cool, rough skin rubbing against her thighs. The shaft stiffened slowly—not growing larger, exactly, but firmer, so that it drooped less and less with every passing second.

Lois closed her eyes as she focused on the stimulation. Her stiff little clit poked out of its hood, trailed back and forth on that long, cock. The fat lips of her labia, squashed between the dick and the top of her thighs, rubbed and stretched in a constant tease. The cock was stiff now, standing out almost straight from the hole in the wall of its own accord. She humped her pussy against that dick for a minute or two, squeezing with her thighs...but it wasn't enough. There was an itch, deep inside.

She wanted this monster in her.

Lois walked forward, then half crouched, both hands on the monster as she lined it up with her eager hole.

"You're not serious," Maria said, breathless. The woman had been watching, one hand groping a tit, the other busy rubbing her own pussy.

"Watch me," Lois slurred—and took the plunge. The initial plunge was only a couple inches. It was like trying to slam her cunt on a beer can. The almost flat tip offered no gentle taper to penetration, and only the stiffness of the dick and the incredible lubrication of Lois' pussy let her get the first few inches inside of her. She held it there, wincing a little, trying to get her muscles to relax and accommodate to the size.

Slowly, very slowly, she withdrew...and back into it again. The rough texture of the skin was incredible in her pussy, the texture providing unexpected friction. Lois worked the cock, little by little, deeper and deeper, slowly humping that dick farther into her, gasping at ever millimeter as it spread her open more than she ever been in her life. If she wasn't so absolutely drunk from the wine, she doubted she could have made it this far.

Her thighs burned and she looked back, to see that she only had about half of the monster in her—and that was as much in her dick as she had ever taken in her life.

Maria stood in front of her. "Let me help," she said. Bent over as she was, Lois' eyes were on the same level as the barmaid's pussy. Could smell the raw scent of excitement waft from that cleft, see the juices drip from her and splash on the floor drop by drop... Maria's hands grabbed onto Lois' shoulders and pushed.

Lois screamed and clenched as the dick rammed into her, virgin territory, where no man had gone before. The sudden shove pushed Lois over the edge. Her cunt clamped on the pale dick in a sudden, prolonged seizure of an orgasm.

A slight rumble sounded from beyond the wall, like the dribble of rocks that presaged the avalanche. There was a small thud and the room shuddered, as though in an earth tremor. Lois heard the glass crack, saw a crack grow on the floor, right before her eyes. The dick pressed a little further into her. Still lost in her orgasm, she lost her footing...and hung there, her whole weight supported between that shaft and Maria's hands on her shoulders.

"Me am no cum."

But he did.

It wasn't a firehose, in Lois' vagina. It was like a faucet had been turned on, and a slow continuous dribble of syrup ran from the tap... but not with great speed. Lois could feel the slow, heavy ooze fill her up. She could feel the pulsations in the monstrous white dick as she drained the monster, the constant stream of goo seemed not to end as he came, and came. She wondered idly how much there was, how much her womb could handle...

It lasted for about five minutes, until Lois felt an uncomfortable pressure, and mustered the strength to pull herself off. Maria held her arms as the reporter slid herself off that dick, so that the last few drops hit the floor in long strings, like molasses running from a jar. Lois turn, and saw the mighty cock beginning to wilt and withdraw into the wall. A massive spiderweb of cracks originated from where the man had slammed his hips into the safety glass.

As Lois turned back to Maria, she saw the woman was staring, but not at the glass...at the floor, where the cum had dripped.

It was a bright, phosphorescent blue.