Chapter 14 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do About It?

Scoop It Out Of Her

The reporter dropped into a squat, letting gravity drip some of the black jizz out of her pussy...but she knew that wouldn't be enough. Grimacing at what she was about to do, Lois reached down with her left hand and wedged her thumb deep into her now-slimy pussy and began the chore of trying to scrape as much of the statue's cum out of her as possible.

It shouldn't be dangerous, she told herself. Cum doesn't have much of a shelf life. Exposure to air should kill it.

That didn't stop her, though. With grim tenacity, the reporter stuck her thumb knuckle-deep inside her cunny and drew it down, again and again, wincing as the nail sometimes clipped her inner walls. Contrary to what most people would think, just sticking something up her pussy wasn't enough to make a woman orgasm. Even repeatedly pressing her thumb of there wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing in the world.

Worse, the reporter's pussy felt raw, inflamed, and terribly sensitive. The statue's stone cock had probably scraped off bits of skin and integument, leaving raw patches inside her that hurt to touch. Yet Lois endured, eager to minimize whatever terrible potential the statue's black jizz might have...for disease, pregnancy, or whatever.

Unfortunately, as Lois saw the steadily growing puddle beneath her, no matter how much she drew out, there always seemed to be a little more deeper inside. She sincerely hoped that her efforts weren't actually pushing some of it deeper inside her, but there was no solution to that...except to go deeper herself.

Lois stopped and stared at her hand. The thumb was dark grey with slimy jizz. The floor between her legs looked like a Goth Pollack painting. That would have to do it...unless she wanted to try and go after that last little bit deeper inside of her.