Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Does Lois Reach It?

Lois Grabs The Sperm

Imagine a hardboiled egg. Except it moved, it fights, it wriggles in your hand. A living thing, fighting against your fingers, though they clamp tight about it. Your hand itself is buried deep in your pussy. Deeper than you had ever gone. Pussy stretched taught around your forearm.

That was Lois Lane in her moment of triumph. Drawing her hand out of her distended and abused cunt was an exercise in endurance: her fist gripping the giant sperm was larger than her hand had been slipping in, and the wicked wriggler fought her every inch.

I'm fisting myself, Lois thought, sweat dripping off of her. She couldn't even think of it as pleasurable, though she felt her vaginal canal stretched beyond anything she had ever known. It was her against the sperm...and the sperm was not going to win.

The entrance to her pussy was the hardest part. Her fist, gripping the giant sperm, felt huge. For the first time in her life, Lois cursed her pussy's tightness. Her vagina bulged as she pulled, the pink orifice stretching obscenely around her closed fist, and the sperm was wriggling like mad as if it sensed that she was about to deny its biological destiny.

A long, tense moment. The reporter was at war with herself, arm verus cunt, at war with the wriggling invader. It came down at the end to will and determination—the blind need of the sperm, and Lois Lane's own need to get it out. Something had to give.

With a scream and a wrench, the muscles in her forearm aching, Lois pulled her fist out of her pussy, the vagina stretch out with what felt like an audible snap. A sharp pain hit Lois in her cunt, and for a moment she worried that she might have actually broken her pussy, or that she might never be tight again. Yet the pain soon dulled into a distant ache, like a sprained muscle.

The white thing squirmed in her hand.

"As for you, you little pussy-wrecking shit..." Lois said, staring at the invader.