Inside Me

Lois stood up, still holding onto Blaze's shaft.

"Sit on the toilet," she said.

The woman smiled, but moved into the stall. There was a brief roulette—Lois holding onto that strange length of flesh as they rotated around it, and Blaze sat on the toilet. Her back was arched, breasts jutted forward proudly. There was something regal about her posture. She sat on the toilet like it was a throne, the long length of her abnormal cock a tower rising into the air, level with her nipples.

Lois stepped forward. Brought her left leg up, to rest on the plumbing at the back of the toilet as she lined the strange dick up with her hole.

"Are you sure, slut?" Blaze hissed.

The reporter flushed as she rubbed the soft, rubbery head of the dick against her pussy. It squeezed in her hand, all the fivefold slits at the tip all leaking precum, the lubrication helping her efforts to jam the monster inside her pussy. She crouched down a little, left leg aching at the stretch—but it was in.

Lois brought her leg off the toilet, and let gravity drag her down on the shaft. The fat, soft flesh of the cock compressed as she **** it deeper into her. It wasn't like ay fuck she'd had before. There was no hardness to it; it was like shoving a loofah up her snatch as far as it could go. A hot, burning soft sponge that seemed to fill every nook and cranny.

Blaze lifted Lois up, very slightly, and let gravity push her back down on her dick. Again, a little higher.

"Been keeping up with your little pills, slut? Or maybe an intrauterine implant—very fashionable these days, so all the little cunts can get all the seed they need, no worries at all..."

"No," Lois breathed. Her breath was hot in her chest. The dick still wasn't hard inside of her, but it was so hot, and it seemed to fill every inch; there was a terrible pressure building deep inside of her as her vaginal muscles clamped and squeezed down. "No, I'm not on birth control. I...haven't had sex in a long time, I didn't need it..."

"Until now, sweetmeat." Lois was oddly fascinated, staring down at the hanging orbs of Blaze's testicles. They were the size of avocados...oranges. She wondered how much sperm those shemale balls could hold. Mentally, she started to calculate when her last period was...

"Is that what you want?" Lois said, as she began to raise and lower her hips again, lifting herself up and slamming them back down, friction burning at Lois' hole. "You like the idea of sticking your babymaker in, is that it? Like to imagine all that seed boiling in those huge balls working their way up that shaft, straight into my cervix...all a prequel to that great internal orgy, millions on millions of your little wrigglers ready to penetrate that final, virginal wall—the ultimate barrier, the last part of me no inch of you has touched. How many times have you stroked yourself raw, wasting your cock-creme on some fantasy when all you wanted was...right...here..."

Lois took Blaze's hand and laid it on the reporter's stomach, right below the belly button. A blush illumined the shemale's entire face, and the spongy cock inside her was like a pillar of fire. Lois' cunt burned, not from being stretched, but the shear heat within, verging on pain.

"Say it, slut." Lois whispered, her voice choked with her own pleasure. "Tell me what you want. What you need."