Deep Enough To Give Her A Bellyache

"Christ that's deep," Lois winced, feeling the giant sperm wriggle inside of her. She'd never had anything that deep in her ass before. It felt like it had gone straight past her colon and into her intestines.

The reporter placed a hand on her stomach. There was a hard lump there, moving slightly, beneath the skin and muscle. A pain hit her then, like a cramp, like bloating or gas, but...focused.

"Still trying to get through, you little bastard?" Lois staggered to her feet. She was at a loss of what to do, now that this thing was inside of her. Hopefully, it would just die; Lois wasn't sure how long sperm could live, but her gut had to qualify as a hostile environment. And the idea of it making it all the way to her esophagus was not one she wanted to entertain.

Lois stared at the mess that was the bathroom. The tub stank of cum, acrid and bitter. There was water and scum on the floor. She took her good hand towel and set the tap at the sink to running, glad to see pure clear water flowing instead of more jizz.

Standing up, she wet the cloth and gave herself a wipe-down. Rough, wet cloth over her face, her pits, beneath her breasts, up and down her legs, between her legs, running it over her asshole. It was sore, and she wasn't surprised to see some blood stains on the cloth, which went in the kitchen trash.

It was still moving inside of her. Lois could feel it. Now that she was clean, she had to decide what to do about it. A large part of Lois just wanted to go to bed. Her holes were sore, and she was exhausted. With any luck, the sperm would be dead by morning.

Alternately...she thought about the bottle of emergency vodka she kept in the freezer. **** was poisonous. If she rigged it up with an enema hose, flushed her gut with the whole thing...if she didn't end up in the hospital, she'd definitely kill the thing...and getting hammered had a definite appeal right now.