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In the cab on the way back to her apartment, the bottle still snug in her vagina, Lois felt a sense of elation. She had done it—although she had taken the bottle on a whim, and still wasn't entirely sure why, the adrenaline rush of the successful theft hit her like a ****.

This must be what Catwoman feels like. Lois thought to herself. She laid a hand on her stomach, almost imagined she could feel the eight-inch bottle crammed inside her through the skin of her belly. The driver didn't care, radio turned up to catch the tail end of the Metros game.

The bottle agitated in Lois' pussy the entire trip, and by the time she paid off the cabbie she was more than half distracted. It was bigger than any dildo she had ever used, and she'd never had one inside of her for this long before. The long, rumbling elevator ride up to her apartment was worse, left her on the verge of orgasm—but she did not dare to end the act until she was safely inside, with the door locked and bolted. Only then did she begin to disrobe. In a hurry she shucked off the jacket, pants and shirt, to stand naked. The base of the bottle poked out of her cunt, her lips gaped wide around it.

Gingerly, she tried to pull it out—and found the bottle wedged tight.

She moved to the bed, and fished the bottle of lube out of the bedside table. A liberal dollop of the softly scented gel on her left hand, and she reached down begin slathering it around her labia. Lois used the slick tip of a single finger to probe and lube a little deeper, and gasped as it **** her wider still. When she had made a complete circuit, she grasped the base of the bottle with her dry right hand and gave a tug. It didn't move.

Lois switched position, on her back, legs raised and spread. She slid one of her lubed up fingers in again...deeper, this time, past the second joint. The reporter gasped at the tightness of her own cunt against the hard, slick mass of the bottle, but wriggle by wriggle, she probed her finger in until it and the bottle were both firmly lodged in her stuffed slit.

Then she pulled the finger to the side.

Lois had never been one for size play, had no experience with stretching. But she knew that the human body was surprisingly elastic, so long as you didn't try too much, too fast. With the slight gap between bottle and the wall of her vagina then made, she lifted the bottle of lube with her free hand and let it drool over the little gape. She shuddered as she moved the finger up and around, to stretch herself more, and let the cool lubricant slide deeper inside her.

When that was done, she hooked the finger underneath her clit and pulled—then dropped the lube and grabbed the base of the plastic bottle with her dry hand. It was slick, where the lube had spilled on it, but she got a good grip, her fingertips dug into the sides of her pussy...and it started to move. She flexed her internal muscles, wishing she'd done more kegels. Worse, she could feel her heat build as inch by inch the bottle slowly came out...

...then got a wicked idea and pushed it back in.

She worked the bottle in and out of her pussy, back arched as she drove it in deep and then pulled it almost all the way out. Her left hand jilled at her clit as the right pounded it in and out, circled it around. Penetration alone seldom brought her to climax, but the length and thickness of the bottle were definitely providing a good bit of stimulation, and she sped up until with a wet schlorp the bottle finally popped out...the reporter spasmed as her orgasm finally hit her...and Lois felt something warm and wet and heavy slather down into her deeper regions.

Instantly, she looked down and saw that the top of the bottle had come off inside of her, and at least half of the grey-white goo marked 'XXX' had poured out into her vagina, to ooze down into her cervix. With a curse, Lois delved two fingers into her gaping hole to fish out the cap. The last thing she wanted was a late night trip to the emergency room, to end up as one of those end-of-the-year reports on "what did we get stuck in our orifices?" that ran as filler...

With heavy concentration, she dug her fingers into her slimy, flooded tunnel, until the tips touched the hard plastic cap...and snagged it. Dragged it out, covered in lube and XXX. Lois lay back and panted in the afterglow. Brought the fingers up to her face, glazed and sticky with a too-familiar smell...and one by one she licked them clean, then dove her hand back to her honeypot for more.