Masturbate With The Pregnancy Test

Lois Lane laid the stick along her slit. Her stomach still felt "off", but horniness was getting the better of her. The reporter giggled, feeling an unusual heat in her body, almost radiating off of her pussy, which was puffy and sticky. She felt almost feverish as she rubbed the little plastic stick up and down, up and down, over her clit.

It wasn't how you were supposed to use the test, and it probably was going to screw up the results. Yet in the moment, Lois wanted...needed...something inside of her. She spread her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand, crouching forward to look at her pink insides as she squatted over the toilet.

Down below, the entrance to her vagina. Up above, her clit buried in its hood. And in between...

Like most women, Lois Lane had never played with her urethra. But she had heard about what to do. Something small, thin, utterly sterile...just insert it gently...and she had to pee on the stick anyway... Breathing fast and shallow, the reporter carefully negotiated the tip of the pregnancy test into her little hole.

There were videos, on the internet. Women who had actually stretched their piss-holes. Gotten fucked in them. Such **** penetrations left them incontinent, unable to control their bladders, but just now, strangely hot as she was, Lois wanted to know what it felt like.

The tip slipped in.

It was weird. Not pleasurable, just there, something where it shouldn't be, like getting her ear pierced, except there were a lot more nerve endings involved. Lois pushed it forward a little further, winced and stopped. It wasn't hurting yet, but it was on the very of pain, and she didn't really dare to go any further. Not without risking permanent damage.

Instead, she kept the stick there and moved her fingers up, rubbing in hard, fast little circular motions, really working that clit. Over the years, the reporter had become adept at getting herself off. Oh, pornstars would have you believe they climax either at the drop of a hat or only after an hour of vigorous pounding in every hole, but Lois Lane could get off with her pinky finger and ten minutes, if she was in the mood.

She was most definitely in the mood.

Maybe it was the unfamiliar feeling of the little plastic rod inside of her. Or the pervasive ammonia smell, so much like spent jizz, or the fact that Lois couldn't remember her last period. There was a heated excitement in her that fired her imagination and gave a frenetic emphasis to her jilling, which became harder and faster, hand shaking as she struggled to hold the test in place as the climax quickly built within her, ready to explode at any minute...

Then it did, messily, a pale explosion as she squirted so hard it **** the test out of her urethra and all over her hand, nearly making the reporter drop it in the toilet. Lois gave out a strangled moan as she felt her bladder spontaneously empty, all bladder control momentarily lost as her pussy spasmed.

When she opened her eyes, Lois stared down at the soaking wet test.

"Well, guess in ten minutes we'll have an answer," she chuckled, setting the test carefully on the counter and reaching for a towel.