Seems Like It

Lois panted, pussy in the air. She didn't know how long she should wait...how long it would take to be effective. Inside of her, the reporter could feel the persistent thrashing as the giant sperm continued to beat against her cervix. She laid a hand on her lower abdomen, right above her pussy, and could feel it slithering and agitating against her inner walls.

It was something she'd kind of wondered about motherhood. What it would feel like to have something moving inside of you. To be kicked and prodded from within...this little living thing, growing bigger and bigger, until it demanded out. She licked her lips. Maybe she'd be ready for that someday.

A more immediate problem was that she was getting hot.

All the strenuous thrashing of the thing inside of her was kicking Lois' libido into gear. She had been fighting it ever since the tip of that giant spermatozoa had started to nudge her pussy lips, and it had been a major distraction the whole time the thing had succeeded in penetrating her. Now, in what she hoped were its **** throes, the thing was lurching more than ever, knocking against her walls like she had dropped her most powerful vibe down her cunt and it had sunk beyond retrieval. The reporter gritted her teeth as its persistent movement hit a high peak and...and...

Lois could no longer hold back the orgasm. It was like a cramp, and she wheezed as her kegel muscles contracted while in the unfamiliar position, hips shuddering, thighs clenched together above her as she struggled to maintain her balance. Tired as she was from the long struggle, it was more than a little painful, like a full-body cramp that unwound slowly as the sudden tide of need and euphoria passed.

Panting softly, the reporter noticed that the tail of the thing, an inch of which still projected beyond her netherlips, had ceased moving. Had the spermicide worked? Had her sudden vaginal contraction crushed it? There was only one way to find out.

Lowering herself to rest on her side, Lois reached between her legs and pulled on the now-limp tail. It slid out a little, unmoving, unresponsive. With care, working with her fingers, Lois began to pull it out...an inch of tail at a time. Feeling the thing slither through her much-abused pussy. Waiting at every step for some sign of life, some sudden pain as it caught on something within her.

The tail wasn't the only thing coming out. Lois noticed a white froth discharging from her vagina—the spermicidal jelly, probably, and whatever else had been trapped in there. No signs of blood, which was her main worry. The tail continued to come out, rather easily. She could feel the whip-like length of it as it slid all along vaginal canal inside of her. After a foot of it had come out, Lois knew it really must have gone all the way to the mouth of her womb.

At last, after a few minutes of calm work, the end of the tail slipped from from her pink labia, the semi-transparent tail coiling lifelessly like a semi-transparent tentacle on the bathroom floor. Lois looked at it for a moment before panic set in.

Where was the head?