Like Him: Squat, But Thick Around The Middle

The Penguin, undressed, was squat, hairless, and oddly svelte; the skin was smooth and almost slippery-seeming, the great round gut didn't wobble or jiggle like fat, but reminded Lois Lane of those weightlifters that always looked about six feet around at the stomach. Yet what caught and held her attention was what poked out at her from between his stubby legs.

The head was pale, the same color as the white belly-skin, and sharply pointed, like the head of an arrow that had the point broken off. The gland flared out behind it...and the shafter bulged out behind that; while it couldn't have been more than three or three-and-a-half inches long, it was nearly as wide as that at the thickest part, bulging out like a glass bottle of Coca-Cola before narrowing again, the lower part rubbing hard against the bottom of the swollen gut. The hairless testicles hanging beneath like an afterthought hung low and heavy by comparison. The Penguin, it turned out, had quite a pair of eggs.

"You know my dear," he said, walking somewhat unsteadily across the soft surface of the bed, until his small, soft hands could rest on her knees. "Many crude fellows have observed that a woman's vagina smells like fish."

With surprising strength he **** her legs apart. Lois blushed a little as his beady eyes took in her pink pussy.

"I happen to quite like the taste of fish."

He flopped down on his belly, so utterly naturally that his face was buried in the reporter-prostitute's crotch before she could even register what he intended to do. Then his long, honker of a nose was snuffling above her freshly-shaved pussy, and a warm, slender tongue was diving between her labia...

Lois Lane felt her heart begin to beat a little faster. The tongue was relentless, lapping rapidly rather than deeply, and seemed to be exploring, tracing all the little folds of her cunt while the small hands ran along her inner thighs, gently pushing them wider and wider...until Lois was as spread out as far as she could be, without pain...and he held her there, like that, a tenseness building inside her stomach as the tongue continued to play, lapping at the entrance, nose rubbing against her clit...and the reporter felt a familiar sensation building inside of her cunny as her internal muscles began to instinctively squeeze and pulse...and she began to wonder what his short, thick cock would feel like...

The Penguin raised his round, balding head out from her crotch. He leaned forward, and just for a moment she began to appreciate his sheer mass...he had to weigh two hundred pounds, but it was so concentrated...he was stronger than he looked.