Take It Out

"Take it out," Lois said, her voice cool and controlled, even as sperm hung from her mouth in ropy strands. The heat and fullness of the spear in her cunt seemed to go straight to her core.

The reporter looked Angelica Blaze in the eyes.

"Take. It. Out." she said, more forcefully, in the tone of voice her father the general had used. It wasn't a plea, or a question, but an order.

Angelica Blaze met that gaze...and moved slowly backwards. Lois felt inch after inch drag its way out of her tunnel. It left behind a lingering emptiness and a trail of burning muscle and juices. The phallus finally slipped from with a wet shucking sound, like sucking an oyster on a half-shelf.

"Of course, darling," Blaze said. "I'm sorry, I took your...state...as an invitation. Given where you are, and what you were doing." She nodded to the glory hole. "But everything that goes on within these walls is consensual. So mote it be."

Still on her knees, Lois turned around to face the...woman.

She hesitated to use the term when referring to Angelica Blaze. The phallus that jutted forth from her crotch looked like nothing human—a long, bright pink tentacle of flesh, soft and glistening, as thick as a can of cola and tapered toward the end to piss-slit like an asterisk; there was a thick ruffle of skin around the base, and below that, the heavy balls, each the size of a navel orange, hairless but dark and shot through with a light tracery of blue veins, rested beneath them.

Yet what caught Lois' attention was the smell. The rugged human scent, and something beyond that, almost like a cleaning chemical, the scent of the stains on her father's boxer shorts when she did the wash as a teenager... The reporter relived, for a moment, the fantasies she'd had about what he got up to, with her mother so long dead, had scratched with a nail at those white stains, and once while horny and sure no one was looking, had brought the soft cloth up to her tongue to taste...

Lois hand hovered over the phallus.

"I want...this." she said.

"Go ahead," Blaze said. "Do what thou wilt."

Lois grabbed the inhuman shaft with her left hand. Her fingers sank into flesh with all the consistency of a loofah. It was hot, surprisingly hot, in her fingers, and a little dry to the touch.

She brought her tongue up to that five-fold slit..then hesitated, and ran it down that long, hot, dry shaft. Slobbered down the bright pink until her mouth hit the bunched folds of skin at the base. This close, the shape and smell reminded her of a woman's labia. Lois wondered, as the tip of her tongue played around that fold, what happened when the soft erection went down. Whether it shrunk and folded into that skin, forming a mound, maybe with just a hint of pink poking out...

Wet and slick now, Lois' hand cranked the shaft, squeezing the whole length. The soft flesh bunched between her fist until she could feel Blaze's pulse through her hand. Her right hand came up to fondle the nuts...the skin was taut, and the balls within felt like ripe avocados.

Lois felt a burning emptiness in her cunt, a rumble in her stomach at the smell, but she focused on the dick at hand...already, a thin fluid was leaking from that fivefold-slit, to dribble down the shaft.

"We're getting close," Blaze whispered. "Where do you want this load...slut?"

The word echoed in Lois' brain, and she almost came right then and there.