Orgasm Achieved

Lois Lane's hips jerked into the air, hand a blur on her cock, a white stream spurting out of the head of her dick. The ejaculation had come the moment before she was expecting it, body losing control, hips and buttocks spasming automatically, and she shivered and shook, wringing every white drop from her stiff prick, wishing, however briefly, that it had been in some warm, waiting hole, rather than wasted on the floor.

The shower of jizz stopped too soon—at least, so it seemed to Lois. Her cock ached. Something inside of her felt empty, spent. The little slit of her urethra burned, and there was a pleasant ache in her muscles. She sat down on the floor, catching her breath, staring at her hand that was still grasping her wilting prick.

There was cum on her fingers. Dribbling out of her prick, it had run over the head, onto the encircling digits. Lois stared at it, white and sticky. She had seen cum before...just not her own jizz. It felt strange, and she looked around for something to white her hand on.

The world flashed pink.

Lois blinked, instinctively. Stared around at her, unable to find a source for what had just happened. But then she heard the sound again...the babble of voices, the strange pulsing beat that she seemed to hear in the bones of her head...

...EATyourcumyouMUSTtasteyourownSPUNKstickitinYOURmouth...

She stared back at her hand. The reporter was a woman of the world, and had given head to her boyfriends. Sucked their cocks, swallowed their salty loads. Some of them had even kissed her afterward. But right now, she wondered...what her own jizz tasted like.

It's like...picking your own nose, Lois thought, bringing her sticky hand up to her face. This close she could smell it, the faint ammonia-odor. It was white and gooey. Kind of disgusting but...not harmful.

Hesitantly, Lois stuck out her tongue. Drew her hand nearer...unsure of how far she could go, should go...and then she misjudged the distance, and something warm and wet touched the tip of her tongue, and she felt it press against her hand.

It wasn't bad.

Not like anything Lois would seek out, but it wasn't disgusting. She ran her tongue over her hand, gathering the salty cream onto her tongue and swallowing it. There wasn't much flavor to be honest...a little salty, a little bitter. More a consistency than a flavor, much like snot itself. In less than a minute her hand was clean and Lois felt...okay. Not disgusted with herself, not a slut. It almost felt natural.

The room flashed pink again.

Lois blinked, shook her head to clear it. The voice had changed, and instinctively she focused, trying to pick out the words...

...LICKupyourCUMoffthefloorCLEANitupwithYOURmouthlickitUP...