Deep Throat

Lois stood in front of the shemale, then bent, bringing her face down as if to kiss that soft, lavender tip. She ran her tongue all over the piss slit, feeling the thousands of papillae on the flat head. It was huge...but supple...and Lois wanted it in her.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, the reporter took the head into her mouth. It wasn't like any cock she had ever swallowed, more like a bag of warm jelly than any of the bananas she had perfected deepthroating as a teenager. She let her tongue splay out on the bottom of it, and tasted something acrid and familiar...and realized it was her own juices.

Breathing through her nose and trying to relax, Lois pressed her head forward, and the fat head slid against the back of her mouth, to the entrance of her throat.

It was too big. She knew it was too big. The cock was too fat, but also so soft—she had felt it compress when she squeezed it, like a giant loofah. Placing her hands on Blaze's thighs, Lois gripped them hard and pulled trying to **** that worm-like monster into her throat.

"Oh, I like your enthusiasm." Angelica Blaze rumbled above her. "But you could use a little...help." Gently, almost tenderly, Lois felt a pair of hands grip both sides of her head.

"May I?" Blaze asked...and Lois could see nothing except the long length of the swollen dick hanging out of her mouth, emerging from the woman's stomach. The reporter raised one hand and gave a thumbs up.

A sudden pressure gripped Lois' head, but it was nothing compared to the irresistible **** that began to drag her forward. Lois could feel the sudden tightness in her throat as the huge, cock was squeezed into her hole...and focused on her breathing.

Lois had given head before, and even prided herself when she'd been able to deep throat the guys. She didn't get off on it, physically—but she liked to hear and feel them lose it, to give them an experience that they would only dream about while wanking to porn videos. Now...now she could follow the progress of that cock as it made its way down her esophagus, and her nostrils burned and her vision blurred. She dropped to one knee, as Blaze drew her closer and closer to her crotch.

"I always get worried, going this deep," Angelica purred somewhere above her. Lois could see her target, lips stretched tight around that cock, inching forward toward the base of the shaft. "Once, I ejaculated and it got into the girl's lungs. She was coughing cum for a week, and ended up with pneumonia. I would hate for that to happen to you. Feel free to tap out at any time. We can still have some fun."

Lois' lungs were burning now, but not as much as the words burned her. Tap out? Give up? Never. She could feel it in the front of her neck...something hot and burning that was dribbling down her esophagus. Was that just the precum? The reporter let go of Blaze's legs and reached up to grab the shemale's hips, weakly striving to finish the job.

She could do this. She knew she could do this.

Her probing tongue, extended past her bottom lip, was the first to feel the difference. That smooth little dip where the soft, slimy skin of the terrible shaft ended and those swollen bitchbreeders began. Lois let go of Angelica's hip with her right hand, and reached down to fondle and heft just one of those heavy orbs. Normal balls jut sit there in a sack of skin, hard little meatballs in their pillowcases, but not these. There was no sway to them, the skin stretched taut. Lois gave the ball a little squeeze.

"Oh baby," Blaze moaned, and for the first time Lois could hear a little shaky emotion in her voice. "I hope you're ready, because here I come..."