Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Where Does The Dealer Cum?

He Cums In Lois Lane's Mouth

The reporter tried to pull back as she felt a familiar throb in the massive cock, but strong hands seized the horns jutting from her brow and held her fast. Unable to peel her face away from the cock, Lois lipped and slurped the head, resigned to what was about to happen...

Bitter, salty splooge erupted in her mouth, coating her tongue, hitting the back of the reporter's mouth and almost making her gag. She had never liked the taste of cum. When she was young she had thought that all those pornstars had been right, that it was some sort of magical ambrosia that she should be dying to endeavor, but college trysts had shown her that ejaculate was just another bodily fluid.

Lois ran it around her mouth as the dealer shot his wad, doing her best not to swallow. It was easier with her new demonic tongue; the reporter could wrap the whole thing around the massive head of the dealer's cock and tug it, jerking him off inside her mouth. She heard him moan as he shot the last of his seed into her facial fuckhole.

He pulled out with a wet plop, leaving Lois with cheeks bulging with jism, and wondering where she could quietly dispose of it. A tap on her shoulder had the reporter turn and...

Black Alice's mouth was pressing against her own, the young witch's tongue prying her mouth open. Almost instinctively, Lois let loose with part of her gooey white load...and the reporter felt her swallow it. A sudden heat gripped Lois as she tasted Alice's spit, and her hands went to cradle the witch's face, pushing all of the jizz into her mouth, feeling her swallow it.

The dealer leaned against the wall, eyes rolled back in his head...and then he was suddenly standing bright and alert, rummaging through his own pockets.

"You did great, ladies," the dealer said, his voice different now, with a distinct New England accent.

Lois broke the kiss, a long line of jizzy drool connecting her to Alice's lips. The witch slowly opened her eyes, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

"Boston?" She said.

"Yeah," Deadman responded from the dealer's body. "Had to get him to drop his guard before I could possess him. Let's see what clues we can find in his pockets..."