The Bigger Cock

With a sigh, Lois straddled the bench once again. This cock was longer, thicker. She had to feel it. The reporter didn't want to think about what it would mean if she didn't.

I can't go through life with a giant gaping pussy, Lois thought to herself. I mean, if I ever hope to marry Superman...he'll want me tight, right? Guys like that. Of course, what qualifies as 'tight' for an alien demigod from another planet that can probably bend steel with his cock...

Lois slid down the seven-inch cock. She leaned backward a little, so she could feel the tip slid along the top of her vaginal canal. The reporter still couldn't really feel it against her walls, though. It was there, but she had to move to really make it touch, except at the very tip.

Which should have been impossible. Seven inches long and an inch and a half wide was as big as any cock she had ever taken. When her lover had showcased that cock, she'd almost thought it was monstrous, wondering where the hell it was going to fit. Now her gaping pussy pressed against the bench, and once again the reporter was left with a sense of worried disappointment...and frustration.

I mean, more than that, but how am I supposed to...get off? I don't need penetration to orgasm, but I like the sensation of my pussy getting filled as much as the next woman. I don't want to be some size queen slut that needs ridiculously huge toys just to masturbate to completion.

The bench vibrated. Lois felt the dildo she was squatting on withdraw...and another dildo appeared in front of her.

It was bright yellow, this one. Eight inches long, and a bit thicker, though still skinnier than a soda can. The pathetic six-inch cock remained behind Lois. She couldn't even bring herself to look at the thing. Lois Lane's gaze settled on the smooth, perfect yellow curve of the eight-inch rod in front of her, knowing what would come next.

"Please select a cock." The computer chimed again.