Handjob

Lois spread open Terry's fly, revealing deep blue silk, and reached into the guard's pants. It was always different, yet always the same, fishing out a guy's junk. Like opening a present, never quite sure what you're going to get.

Terry's dick was like a beer can. Not very long but fat, the foreskin covering the head, with a pair of balls the size of hen's eggs. She fetched them out, giving Terry a couple good squeezes as she did so.

"Bitch, you start somethin', you best be prepared to finish it." He rumbled...and then Maria sealed his mouth with a kiss.

Lois stroked the shaft, feeling it fill out between her fingers as he got hard. It was a shower more than a grower, but even if it wasn't very long, it was thicker than her wrist. Thick enough that thumb and forefinger couldn't encircle it, not completely—but she kept rubbing, right up to that floppy foreskin and back again.

Maybe that was enough to get him off, if she kept at it for fifteen or twenty minutes. But Lois knew there was a quicker way.

On her hands and knees, her hand focused on rubbing the sensitive tip of his dick, Lois nuzzled his crotch. Ran a tongue along the the underside of his right testicle, tasted the sweaty salt there...and lips wrapped around her teeth, sucked the ball into her mouth.

It was a bit like popping a whole hard-boiled egg into her mouth, Lois thought, if the egg was hairy and warm, so that she could feel the man's pulse through her tongue as it lapped around the hairy orb. Suckling gently on the sperm factory, she opened her mouth wide and gently pressed the other one in, so that both of Terry's nuts were in her mouth, her nose tickling the bottom of his shaft...and all she could see above her was fat dick.

"That's it, baby." Maria cooed. "Teabag her."

Lois opened wide—and felt the sweaty sack lift free, just a little, then fall back in. Terry was using just his cremaster muscles, raising and lowering his scrotum in and out of the reporter's mouth. She stroked faster, gripping tighter. Felt his knees and thighs begin to tense as he lifted his balls in and out of her gaping lips, Lois rewarding each descent with a slurp from her tongue as they pressed down. The movement of the hips would help excite his seminal vesicles, she knew, and after a few dips they seemed to tighten...

As Terry pressed his nuts into her mouth, Lois' lips closed and she sucked gently, pulling back on the balls as he started to rise—and she felt it, the shudder, the pulse. Felt it in his balls in her mouth, on the tip of her nose as it was pressed against his shaft, in her hand as she clutched his fat cock... Terry grunted.

"Oh wow, baby." Maria said with a giggle. "You got some distance."

Lois let the balls fall out of her mouth as she disengaged from the rapidly shrinking shaft. A little bit of cum was on the back of her hand, but otherwise she was clean.

"Y'all...y'all best be goin'." Terry said, breathing a little heavy. "'fore I change my mind."