End: Some of It Gets In Lois Lane's Mouth

The voyeuristic impulse had always been strong in Lois Lane. Curiosity had always been her greatest weakness as well as her greatest strength. She remembered when she had crept through the rafters of the barn, to watch her French teacher suck her Physical Education teacher's cock. How she had blushed and sweated as he exploded all over her face. The mingled shame and longing that had almost made Lois jill off, right then and there.

All down her life, Lois Lane had found herself drawn to watch. It had led her to break the story of the escort ring being run for the football players at university. Helped her uncover the string of pregnant interns a certain Senator had left behind him. The LexCorp manager who was being blackmailed because of the source of her illegal implants, and what she had to do to keep her secret safe.

This was different. Closer. Lois Lane could see the sweat drip off Blaze's balls. Smell the warm animal reek of her prick. Hear the little pants and grunts as she **** that finger another knuckle deep into the pulsing, bulging, distorted cockhole—only to pull it out suddenly, with an almost audible pop.

Followed by a fucking geyser of sperm.

Lois felt it burn the tip of her tongue, as the first few airbone pearls splashed against her lips. Blaze jerked her cock furiously with her left hand, and as if she aimed it, Lois felt sticky hot rope after rope land on her face, her neck, her breast. Almost instinctively, Lois opened her mouth wide and tried to catch it.

It was an impressive ejaculation. Much more than Lois had expected. The dickgirl gripped her prick tight, a single heavy white drop hung from the distended urethra, which still hadn't closed yet. The reporter found herself enraptured by that gaping piss-slit. So many questions rushed her mind. Too many at once. The cock was right there. Inches away. All that hot, nasty jizz on her face...

Later on, Lois Lane would tell herself that it was her damn curiosity that made her ignore her past-self's warning. Her whole mouth engulfed the head of Angelica Blaze's cock. Her tongue slid down that tight hole, and the flavor of that jizz, the rich ammonia like a particularly ripe cheese, seemed to overwhelm her brain. Blaze moaned and released her hold on her cock. The reporter reached forward and took it with both hands. She couldn't deep throat that monster of cock, not with her tongue pushed down Blaze's pisshole, but she could find out how far she could shove her tongue.

And did.

It felt weird to say that they took it slow, after that. Except Blaze had just cum, and they had, by some mutual unspoken consent, crossed some threshold. It wasn't a question of it they would fuck, now. It was how.

Clothes came off, awkwardly, The reporter's lips stroked the shaft, to keep it from going soft. Shivered in excitement as she stroked the magnificent meat with one hand at a time as she shrugged out of her cum-stained robe. Blaze kicked off pants and pulled off her shirt...and then, with an impressive feat of strength picked the reporter up and twisted her around, so that the heavy balls hung before the reporter's eyes.

The dickgirl hugged the reporter's naked body to hers, and now Lois knew what she wanted...what she had always wanted, from the moment she had darkened the reporter's door. Blaze's tongue slid off Lois Lane's pussy in one long, slow lick that made the gooseflesh rise all the naked woman's body. It was an unspoken promise that no nook or cranny of that cunny would be ignored...and they had all night long.

Blaze carried them to the bed. It was the kind of oral sex that Lois had dramed of, ever since she had been old enough to dream of sex with someone else. The massiveness of Blaze's cock was met only with the ferocity of Blaze's desire for her pussy. The reporter gave as good as she got, even when her jaw ached and her tongue felt numb as it squirmed inside of the dickgirl's cavernous, overstretched urethra. Lois Lane had never before had a lover that approached cunnilignus with such utter seriousness, such single-minded devotion.

The reporter's body moved on its own, humped the face, turned and twisted to guide the tongue to just the right spots. here and there and there, the anticipation built and built inside of her, the heat a frenzied agitation that demanded release, and as Lois went past the point of no return, she felt the cock swell inside her mouth until she thought her jaw was going to dislocate.

The second load was different than the first. Thicker. Richer. Runny as maple syrup, but with that dark, earthy bitterness that Lois Lane attributed only to the darkest of dark chocolates. It felt like liquid sin, like some terrible decadence of which she should have no knowledge, and as it enveloped her tongue and overflowed her mouth.

Lois Lane swallowed as much as she could, even as her body spasmed, sweaty and ****, beneath the stronger, harder body of the dickgirl.

The reporter didn't even realize something was wrong until she felt the jizz leak out of her mouth. Until it pushed up into her sinuses and out of her nostrils. A warm, wet wave of jizz flowed over her eyes and too late, Lois Lane began to panic, as a thick liquid mask like latex engulfed her entire head...and kept going. No matter how much she swallowed, how much of that hot, thick stuff she took into her body, more came than Lois could absorb...and so it overflowed her, enwrapped her.

Just before dawn, Blaze pulled her cock from the the gaping hole that was the only sign of Lois Lane's mouth. The black cocoon lay on the bed. It quivered slightly, as the occupant stirred. With an exhausted sigh, the demon's cock went limp. The little bitch had really drained her dry. Yet a bet was a bet, a deal was a deal...

"And when you emerge, sweetmeat," Blaze whispered to the cocoon, though the reporter's ears were long covered over. "You're going to be so much fun to play with. I can't wait to see what your Superman thinks of the new, improved Lois Lane!"

Sunlight broke over Metropolis. A single soft golden ray passed through the glass door of the reporter's balcony. Memories flooded back to the reporter...and if she could have thought coherently, she would have cursed herself for a fool, for the bet she had made and how her curiosity had brought her to this ruin.

Yet right at that moment, all Lois Lane could think of was the shape and flavor of Blaze's cock...which is exactly how the demon wished it to be.