Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What Does Circe Do?

More Magic

Once, when Lois was younger, stupider, and nearly as horny, she had faced an impossible task. The sorority girls had dragged out a gag-dildo, some impossibly huge, bright blue horsecock dildo that they named Horace. Everything about it had been molded in great detail, right down to the heavy sack that rested against the suction cup on the base...and they had told all the pledges that whoever dared take the cock deeper into their throat than anyone else would automatically be entered into the fraternity, with none of the usual pledge-antics.

There are women, Lois Lane knew, who when faced with a challenge like that shrunk back. For most of the pledges Lois was with, it was a cock too far. An utterly insurmountable prick. One or two before her made an attempt, and Lois had seen their eyes as they realized that it was simply too much cock for them. Something died inside them then, as they gummed the flared tip, spit drool down Horace's bright blue shaft. Failure had diminished them, wrecked their confidence.

Lois Lane was the other type of woman. The kind that wouldn't accept failure. That when faced with a taller mountain, simply set their sights higher. Who would gladly **** on a dick, but only after six inches of it were buried in her throat. Lois Lane was many things, but she was not a quitter.

Neither was Circe, apparently.

The reporter pressed her nose into Circe's crotch, comfortably deep-throating the big dog dick that jutted out from between the sorceress's legs. The witch growled, her whole body tense, the muscles thrumming. Lois felt the hairs stand up on her arms, like the build-up of static electricity, and the air on the beach took on a greasy feel. Her nose buried among the sorceress's pubes, Lois smelled ozone among the odors of sweat and pussy, and her tongue, lapping at the base of the dick, began to tingle.

The moonlight began to burn. The waves crashed violently, erratically. Somewhere distant, thunder crashed.

"I know not what power opposes me," Circe said, all trace of drunkenness gone from her voice now. "But they picked the wrong witch to fuck with."

Of course, even Lois Lane knew that throwing around all that magic was bound to have some side effects...