Bizarro Blowjob

The hole was large enough for the man to feed his full cock and balls through. Just brought his hips straight up to the mirror and fed them through, to let the pale, irregular orbs dangle on the other side.

"You no am fuck." the voice echoed from the other side of the wall. It had a strange, dissonant quality, like a DJ had played a tape backwards, then reversed the reverse recording at a different speed.

Lois took the monster in her hands. The flesh was cool to the touch, and dry. Soft as it was, it took two hands to hold it up.

The head was slightly blue, and almost flat; the slit for the urethra was abnormally large, and almost bisected the head completely. Curious, Lois took the front of the dick in both hands and spread the slit open with her thumbs. The insides were a deep violet color...she could see veins beneath the throbbing surface...and smell hit her, a familiar reek of ammonia.

Hesitantly, she stuck out her tongue, and ran it along the outside of the piss-slit. It's almost like a tiny pussy. Lois thought as she let the tongue run inside, just the tip. Her hands ran back over the shaft, which she could tell was starting to stiffen slowly—not growing larger, exactly, but firmer, so that it drooped less and less with every passing second. The reporter let her tongue slide a little deeper into the monstrous urethra, and to her surprise it went in—it was wet, and a little cold, like french kissing a frog, but there was a taste in there, not salty but...savory, a bit like mushrooms.

Lois worked her tongue in, deeper, until her lips pressed against that oddly flat head—then she opened wide, wrapped her lips around her teeth, and took the whole head in her mouth. She could feel her tongue at full extension down that oddly cold, slimy tunnel, and the cock was almost stiff now, standing out almost straight from the hole in the wall of its own accord.

Maria knelt down on the other side. "Let me help," she said. Her lips pressed against the side of the dick, and she began to slather it was long, sloppy kisses, her pink tongue in stark contrast against that pale skin. With one hand, she heft one of the swollen pale nuts. It filled her palm, and she gave it a gentle squeeze.

A slight rumble sounded from beyond the wall, like the dribble of rocks that presaged the avalanche.

Lois' jaw was sore; she couldn't really work more of the cock into her mouth with her tongue down its urethra, so she bobbed her head on the end of the dick, which simultaneously drove her tongue in and out of that big piss-slit, fucking it with her mouth.

Maria at this point was massaging both of the heavy white orbs, and her kisses has run from the base of the shaft back to the top, where she ran a sloppy tongue over Lois' mouth as it bobbed on the dick.

There was a grunt, and a tremor seemed to run through the wall and floor—maybe the building. That oddly dissonant voice said, with great and surprising calm:

"Me am no cum."

But he did.

It wasn't a firehose, in Lois' mouth. It was like a faucet had been turned on, and a slow continuous dribble of syrup ran from the tap...with enough pressure to almost **** the reporter's tongue out of his urethra, but not with great speed. The slow, heavy ooze was sweet to the taste, and savory as mushroom soup. Almost instinctively, Lois swallowed it...and then had to keep swallowing. She could feel the pulsations in the monstrous white dick as she drained the monster, the constant stream of goo seemed not to end as she swallowed mouthful after cold mouthful. The cool trail of it made her shiver as it went down her esophagus, and there was a spreading sensation of chill in her chest as it pooled in her stomach. She wondered idly what would happen when it reached the wine in her lower intestine, how it would react...

It lasted for about five minutes, until a sudden surprise splurt caught Lois in the back of the throat. She gagged, for half a moment, and slid her lips off that dick, so that the last few drops hit the floor in long strings, like molasses running from a jar. Lois coughed and hacked for a moment, but when she opened her eyes she saw the mighty cock beginning to wilt and withdraw.

Maria was staring, but not at the cock...at the floor, where the cum had dripped.

It was a bright, phosphorescent blue.