Tough It Out

Lois Lane grinned. She was in too deep already. All she could do now was to tough it out, and hope her pussy would hold. After all, if a baby could squeeze its broad head through a woman's hips, she must be able to stretch far enough to take this thing.

At least, that's what she told herself.

The reporter pushed all thoughts of the injuries of birth out of her mind. Labia splitting, right through the clitoris. Perineum tearing. Breaching the vaginal wall. Prolapse. Instead she reached back and did her best to spread her pussy with her hands as the cultist in front of her slowly but steadily pushed her back.

The statue's cock retreated, one mechanical inch at a time...and her cunt stretched, **** slowly but surely back. It wasn't comfortable...not like squatting on a dildo in the shower, body relaxed and maybe with a dollop of lube to really get things going. More like a hard session at the gym. Pushing her body to the limit.

Sweat trailed down the reporter's breasts, gathering at her nipples and dropping down. Her pussy was stuffed so tight that Lois was running out of metaphors and similes. Briefly, she wondered if this was what it was like to get double-fisted—to just feel your cunt unable to close, no matter how hard you tried, wondering at the back of your mind if this was it, the moment when your muscles last the elasticity, and you'd never be as tight as you were before.

Lois looked down into the flushed face of the acolyte, whose lips were parted and panting hard, and not just from the exertion. The big nipples on the young woman's tiny tits looked hard enough to cut glass. Her thighs were wet, pussy juice running down her legs in little rivulets.

"How much more?" The acolyte asked. "I can't see."

Breathing heavy, clit standing out from its hood as if squeezed out by the mass of stone cock inside of her, Lois reached back with one hand...and felt the dangling, hard, pendulous spheres of the statue's testicles. She swallowed, followed them up...and found that she was almost to the sheath.

"Just another couple of inches," Lois said, in awe and amazement.

A sudden burst of strength shoved the reporter back hard. Pain lanced through her pussy, and this time she thought something did break—but what caught her attention, above and beyond that, was the heavy metallic click and the rumbling of mechanisms as the statue began to move.