Deep Cocknosis

The crystal was square-cut, facted and polished, a deep crimson that was too opaque to be ruby. It seemed to catch the light of the sunlamps, bathing the room in soft red glow. Lois felt her body tingle—a pins-and-needles feeling that raised goosebumps all down her arms and legs.

She shivered, and watched the screens. The cocks were still there, cycling through a succession of images, and the soundtrack was getting louder. A pornographic succession of clips, focusing now on the process of erection—limp dicks, cute and small, slowly stiffening, the tubes of flesh gradually standing to attention, without any hand touching them—and she wondered how they did that. If it was just a process of arousal or pharmaceutically assisted. Lois had never known any of her dates to have resorted to viagra...but if they had, she wasn't sure she'd have minded. She had always liked riding a hard cock the best, and none of them had ever lasted as long as she had liked. To think of having someone just lay down, and she could impale herself on them for hours and hours, not worry about them getting soft and finally falling out of her before she'd finished—the very thought made her tingle between her legs.

...youLIKEcocksyourDICKishardlikeyoulikeHARD...

A tingle ran through Lois, centered on her clitoris. The reporter's pussy clenched spasmodically, uncontrollably. It wasn't a pleasurable sensation, and she shook as an electric current seemed to travel from her clitoris, straight up her spine. A tremendous heat and pressure were centered right on her clit, spreading outwards, heart pounding faster and faster... yet she felt relaxed, watching the slideshow of engorging pricks, the constant hum of the mantra in her ears...

...SHAFTishardYOURdickislikeaROCKyourcockIShard...

Lois looked down, idly, past the smooth valley of her belly to where her clitoris stood at attention, standing way out from its hood. At first, Lois thought it was a trick of perspective when the nub of flesh seemed bigger. Then she saw it push out of its sheath, standing taller and prouder than it ever had before, and she knew it was growing. Harder and more erect than it had ever been, and Lois' nipples were likewise taut and swollen, pink and hard as pencil erasers.

...AROUSEDyourpenisisHARDamagnificenttallCOCK...

Lois hardly glanced at the slideshow now, so entranced by the tiny pillar of flesh emerging from her own body. The clit continued to grow—and change. The pink tip was swelling, shifting, into a familiar helmet shape, and what was emerging from the stretched-out hood wasn't raw erectile tissue, but skin She groaned as the flesh slowly, steadily poured out of her, like a flower raising itself to face the sun. At an inch, it was longer than it had ever been in Lois' life, and she mewled a little as her pussy continued to spasm, not in orgasm but in involuntary shudders.

...STANDtallyourPRICKismagnificentBIGdick...

The cock continued to grow. Lois watched it, fascinated as she had been the first time she had ever played with one. She did want to see, she realized. Wanted to know what it was like. She leaned forward...far enough to stare straight down at her own growing cock, four inches and still extending, millimeter by millimeter, the head already well-formed, the urethra staring up at her like the lips of a little pussy...

...TOUCHitfeelyourDICKyouwanttoSTROKEityouknow...

Almost unconsciously, Lois wrapped her hand around the growing shaft. Already, it was bigger than her palm. The purple helmet-head stood out from her clenched first. She squeezed, experimentally, and swore she could feel the flesh push back against her, and the head seemed to inch out, sliding against the grip of her palm.