Double Blowjob

The reporter opened her mouth wide as the two cocks grew closer. Although she had never done this before, Lois had seen plenty of porn.

I know how this works, she told herself, smelling the cocks as the heads got within a couple inches of her nose. I can do this!

Hands clamped on either side of the reporter's head, dragging her forward. Hard throbbing meat **** itself into her mouth, forcing her cheeks to bulge like a squirrel's. Lips already taut against the different dicks, Lois felt a bit of pain at the corners as they were stretched wider, the two cocks trying to shove themselves further in.

I don't know how this works! Lois hastily revised her opinion as she began to gag and drool. I don't think I can do this!

But by now, Lois had little choice. Man and demon were sliding their cocks back and forth, rubbing them against each other in her mouth, the heads pummeling her uvula as each in turn tried to stuff itself down her throat, unable to because of the other dick getting in its way.

Lois gagged, throat working, coughed spit and phlegm over the powerful taste of the unwashed pricks in her mouth, struggling to breathe, to not vomit, to open her mouth a little wider...

The minutes dragged on, man and demon grunting, fucking her face without thought to how Lois Lane felt. Held in their hands, she could do nothing...and yet, as her fingers slipped down the front of her pants, Lois had to admit she kind of liked that. Giving up all control, letting herself be used. Finding her own pleasure as her fingers rubbed against her little clitty, opening herself up for whatever would come her way.

And at that moment, they came.

Whether it was first one or then the other, or some kind of synchronized semen spillage, Lois couldn't tell. But they pressed their cocks in deep, both of them fighting for the back of her mouth. Salty splooge cut off her air for a moment, and she instinctively swallowed...and swallowed...and swallowed...

Something besides runny cum flowed into her, though she definitely felt the gobs of pent-up yellow jizz slide down her esophagus. Something ephemeral seemed to flow through those twin cocks and into her body, like she was fellating a pair of great metal electrodes, the current flowing through her entire body. Lois felt hairs stand on end, muscles constrict, her whole body seizing up in a single, painful spasm...and then she swallowed heavily, involuntarily, twice...

When she could open her eyes again, Lois found her jaw hanging slack. No more cocks to suck. Rat was on the ground, ****, pale pathetic pecker out for the world to see. No sign of Etrigan or Deadman. The reporter thought about calling them...

Ho! Look not for us without!

Rather, look within.

When we came in thy mouth

We entered with the sin.

The voice was in Lois Lane's head, with the demon's rough rhyming cadence. She put a hand to her head, wondering if she was suddenly crazy, when she heard a mental cough, followed by a broad Boston accent.

It okay, Lois, the Deadman's voice came into her head. You're not insane. The ritual worked! You have our power now. So you have to go and use it. We'll be here for advice if you need us.

"Right, okay," Lois said aloud. She clambered to her feet, facing the Black Door. A strange, thrilling strength seemed to flow through her. The reporter felt invincible, like she could do anything. Lois smiled and cracked her knuckles. "Let's do this."