Ram It In

Lois Lane hurt in places it would take a trained gynecologist to see. Her muscles ached, her patience had evaporated, and there had been absolutely nothing to show for tonight except a crotch invader. The giant sperm was dead. It just didn't know it yet.

Grabbing the handle of the Penetrator with two hands, Lois took a deep breath...and rammed it home hard.

There was a faint popping sound, deep within. Her stomach hurt like hell, like the worst period cramp of her life. But she wanted to be sure.

So she drew it back and rammed it home again. And again.

There was a kind of mania too it. A sudden release of all the frustration and stress of the long, wild night. She battered her cunt with the oversized sex toy, ramming it in and out, in and out...until, gradually, the reporter was moaning and writhing her hips, the tip of the impossible purple dildo-bat no longer slamming into her cervix, the fat length of it sliding easily through her well-lubed pussy, and she angled herself up so it would catch just the right spot...

Quietly, all alone on the floor of her bathroom, after the most violent and weird sexual **** of her life, Lane Lane's pussy clamped hard on the giant purple sex weapon. Her back arched, thighs quivered, aching abs tightened as the climax shook her whole body.

She collapsed, panting and sweating on the floor.

Her cervix still hurt. Little cramps were moving through her midsection. But Lois enjoyed the post-coital haze for about two whole minutes before she decided to make sure the deed was done.

Wincing, she withdrew the penetrator from her puss. Hoping there wouldn't be blood. Instead, there was a familiar white-grey ooze, and an empty skin like a deflated balloon.

Lois flushed it down the toilet.

"Got you, you bastard." The reporter said grimly, to no one in particular. She gazed at the Penetrator with new respect. It hadn't been how she expected to first use it, but as trials-by-fire went...