Stuck Inside

"Fuck," Lois muttered, realizing that the head of the giant sperm was still lodged deep inside of her.

It had to come out.

With shaking hands, Lois reached under the sink for the bottle of lube. She proceeded to slather up her hand, until her right hand was glistening and gooey up to mid-forearm. The naked woman, sprawled on the bathroom floor, had a moment of doubt.

Am I really about to do this? I've never been fisted before. Never taken more than a couple fingers. I should...I should go to the emergency room. She took a deep breath, and her resolve steeled within her. But then I'd have to explain I've got the head of a giant sperm lodged in my cunt. No. I do this myself.

Lois licked her lips and got on her knees, supported by one arm. Her right hand, lubed up and ready, made a few passes over her pussy lips...they were already sore, her genitalia having already gone through more adventures tonight than she normally had in a year.

And the night was far from over.

The reporter steepled her fingers, putting them at the entrance to her pussy. She couldn't see what she was doing, so she would have to work by touch. Lois took a deep breath and pushed forward, gasping a little as her fingers began to spread her cunt open...

The sperm was just in there, I should still be spread out. She wiggled her hand, working it in a little deeper, feeling an unfamiliar sexual flesh go through her body, though she was certainly not trying to masturbate. C'mon Lane, you can do this. Just got to get your fingers in a little deeper. Your body can handle it, you've seen those porn stars do it...

Porn stars that had acclimated their bodies by using oversized toys, poppers, numbing creams...but Lois Lane was just a determined woman. Sometimes, that's enough.

There wasn't a popping sound as the knuckles of the reporter's right hand slipped past the edges of her much-abused cunny. Lois paused, letting her body acclimate. She wasn't sure how far the head was, but she couldn't feel anything sitting against her cervix, so she hoped it wasn't too deep.

Lois curled forward, trying to gain more leverage, pushing her hand in a little deeper...a little deeper...and realized she was panting, nipples hard.

I'm fisting myself, she realized with a kind of giddiness. I never thought I could...although now that I know I can...

She pushed the thought aside. Time for that after business was done. First priority: deeper.

Lois Lane felt her labia close on her wrist when her fingers touched...something. Soft, yet, solid, and nothing she could feel inside. Straining her back, contorting her body to push her arm a fraction of an inch forward, she felt a smooth, egg-like surface.

The head! Got to grab it. she thought.

Her fingers opened in the tight, hot confines of her cunt, playing around the edges of the thing, trying to get a grip. Even if her hand hadn't been slathered in lube, it was difficult. As it was, it was a bit like trying to grab a water balloon. The thing wasn't moving, thankfully, and there was a kind of rubbery give to the surface...enough to pinch a little...and Lois felt it move, just a fraction, inside of her as she gave a tug.

"Okay," she whispered out loud. "Here we go..."