Autofellatio

Millimeter by millimeter, the tower of cock grew. Lois played the glowing vibe around the head, the buzzing reverberations traveling through the sensitive skin and causing the whole dick to shake. A little more, she thought, licking her lips. Eyes on the prize as the purple helmet inched closer...and closer...

Lois had stumbled on it late one night, after she had submitted yet another Pulitzer-worthy article. She had taken up the habit of opening a bottle of wine and surfing porn, sitting naked at her kitchen table with just the laptop to provide any light in the dark apartment. Sometimes, she just laughed at what there was to find, what people were into...the unintentional comedy of bad acting and serious cosplay, overstuffed housewives craving cock.

Somehow she had followed the links to a dingy corner of the internet that seemed to mostly be young men on webcams. Lois had never been size queen by any means, but she had found larger cocks aesthetically appealing...and there was something to watching men masturbate. Imagining what she would do them as they stroked their erections. Wondering who they were thinking about. Then one of the young men had leaned forward...really leaned forward...bent almost in half as his lips closed around the pink bell-end.

That was when Lois had switched from amusement to fascination. There were entire communities on the internet devoted to sucking your own cock. Techniques. Advice. Instructional videos. Lois had rubbed her slit, watching one muscular young man position himself nearly upside down against a wall, ass in the air, tanned prick pointed straight at his face, tongue extended...and then his girlfriend came to hold down his legs so he could suckle on his own cockhead.

The rabbit vibe glowed bright crimson. Lois' cock was at nearly eight inches now, and judged the distance.

I can do it. She thought.