Demonic Ejaculating Strap-Ons

"Aaah!" Lois Lane cried out as, too late, she began to struggle...but there was something that held her there, over Valeria's thighs, as the buxom Latina stretched her little asshole. Something more than the few cocktails Lois had slurped down. That kept her there, even as naked women filled the shower.

She was horny.

It was a kind of sexual need beyond anything Lois had ever experienced before in her life. When she was a young woman, and she thought her sex drive was at its height, there had been days when she had woken up and her panties would be soaking wet, and she couldn't get out of bed without jilling herself into a sodden, squirting mess as she strove to capture the last fleeting images of whatever erotic dream had haunted her...but this was different. The reporter shook with barely-controlled need. Her whole body felt feverish, inflamed, her pussy a super-sensitive burning channel that demanded satisfaction...and even getting her virgin asshole stretched and toyed with felt so fucking good that she could not bring herself to fight, no matter what her rational mind told her she had to do.

It was through lust-filled eyes that the reporter watched the women file in...and what caught her attention, between naked breast and the swell of hips and thighs, were the strange strap-ons each had. They looked organic...some were smooth and slick as an octopus, tentacles wrapped around the hip, the limp, thick prong dangling almost to their knees. Others were warty, with pale eyes beneath bony ridges that stared at the reporter with avid ferocity, the cocks like upraised, rigid horns. Still others were scaled...or had a bumpy texture like cobblestones...and one had a very human-like cock that emerged from a kind of furred bikini-bottom, with a length of soft black fur going straight up the underside of the shaft, right up to the dripping glans.

That was the other thing...they all dripped. A thick, viscous, familar-looking grey goo, like jelly or pudding.

"Everything a growing girl needs," Valeria said as she pulled her fingers out until only the first two digits were in there, spreading the reporter's cunny wide. "You'll see. It really fills a woman up...and helps her fill out!"

Lois Lane didn't know what Valeria meant...but then the first woman stepped forward, one hand grabbing her bizarre strap-on, and the reporter knew she was about to find out.