Down To The Last Drop

In her mortal life, Lois Lane hadn't really liked giving head. Oh, she was more than willing to suck her boyfriend's dicks—quid pro quo, it was only fair to give oral sex if you expected oral sex—but after the initial fascination with just handling and tasting a penis, there had been no fascination with it.

Women do not go into rapturous orgasms from sucking on cocks, semen is not delicious no matter how carefully you manage his diet. Lois had a certain ambition to competence, and had dutifully practiced on toys as a young woman before and after graduating to the real thing...she remembered the feeling of accomplishment when she had first taken a cock into her throat without gagging or ****.

Now, as she brought her mouth down over the crown of Clark Kent's cock, it was different. She was different. Her senses were alive, a hundred times more sensitive than before. She could feel every ridge and fold in the skin of his towering member, which was bigger than that of any of her past boyfriends, bigger than any toy she had at home. It was a cock that belonged to a demigod or some legendary porn star...and it tasted sweet. The precum tingled like sugar-water on her tongue, rich with strange and exotic flavors.

New muscles worked in her jaw as she worked to engulf the whole of his prick with her mouth. No little kisses and teasing licks about the head, instinct drove Lois on: she wanted this cock inside of her. The cumpire swore she could feel her jay painlessly stretch and partially dislocate, like a snake, as she tried to fellate a cock as thick as a soda can...and then it hit her throat.

Her entire body shook as the swollen cockhead brushed against a new growth inside her throat, a strangely familiar and unexpected thrill that Lois could only compare to one thing:

I have a clitoris in my throat!

Or if not a clit exactly, then some profoundly similar analogue to a clit or g-spot, a bundle of new nerves that made her quiver in sexual enjoyment as it was brushed, pressed, stimulated... As the cumpire's lips reached the base of that superhuman cock, her whole body trembled at the strength of sexual excitement brought on by the stimulation of that point within her. She began to bob her head, at first slowly and then faster, feeling the skin brush against that new g-spot, her body building toward something she had never experienced from sucking dick before: climax.

Lois grew more and more excited as she slammed her head into Clark Kent's crotch, mouth sucking eagerly, forming a tremendous vacuum of pressure on the dick inside of her. Her tongue, sliding along the underside of that fat prick, could sense the rumble of blood moving through the organ, the dilation of blood vessels as his own excitement grew, her new cumpire instincts telling her that he was about to cum...

She wanted it. Her body was on the edge of orgasm, mouth and throat impaled on the godlike dick, so different than that monstrous demon so below, and she could feel him holding himself back, trying not to hurt her, shocked and yet locked in place...literally; Lois wasn't sure she could let go of that dick if she wanted to. She grabbed his ass with both hands and pushed herself forward, eyes staring upwards along his rumpled shirt to the sky-blue eyes behind his glasses, pleading with him to give her what she needed.

The cock bulged. She could feel the jizz traveling through it, the little added pressure and heat causing her throat to tighten like a pussy, muscles working to milk it. The orgasm rippled down her spine, pussy bursting with a sudden spurt of juice as she squirted inside her pants, eyes rolling in her head...and then the cum hit.

It poured into Lois Lane's stomach like liquid fire, so different and pure compared to the tainted jizz down below. She could feel the power in it, like nothing she had known before, limbs on fire as Clark Kent's cum filled her stomach, mouth and throat working to coax every last drop from his swollen testes...and that was when the newborn cumpire learned something else.