Peel Back The Foreskin

The reporter grabbed the shaft with one hand, and leaned forward on the toilet. She had never really dealt with an uncircumcised dick before, but she knew about what she should do. With the thumb and forefinger of her free hand, she began to pull back the loose foreskin.

Slowly, the purplish head began to emerge. The smell struck Lois strongly, an unwashed reek of piss and something else. She crinkled her nose but kept going, peeling back more and more, the swelling head pushing itself out like a bald man slipping on a turtleneck.

The reporter thought she was ready for anything...only to find herself wrong.

The first surprise was the silvery metal ball set right in the middle of the swollen, mushroom-shaped cockhead. It was like cracking open an oyster and finding a pearl. Lois Lane had heard of cock piercings like this—called an apadravya—but had never thought to encounter one in real life. Emboldened, she peeled back the skin over the crest of the glans, and got her second surprise.

Smegma.

The back of the dickhead was clotted with it, like cottage cheese. Now the reporter knew what the source of the reek was. The dickgirl must not have washed her cock for days, the dead skin cells piling up until they formed a soft, foul mess.

Lois Lane looked up at the dickgirl, prepared to tell her to wash her own filthy cock—and she found herself staring into those dark eyes, a little smile curled about those lips. It was a challenging look, as if she had already won a bet, that Lois wouldn't do it. The kind of look that got the reporter's back up like a cat.

Bristling with the need to prove herself, and six shots of tequila, Lois ignored the cockhead itself. She pulled the cock to the side and ran her tongue up behind the head, scooping the soft, white, crumbly mess into her mouth. It was somehow both better and worse than Lois had imagined it, the taste a bit like old cheese left sweating in the sun, the texture surprisingly grainy. Yet she persevered, trying not to taste it as her mouth ran all over the peeled-back foreskin, tongue scraping out the sensitive crevices behind the crest of the mushroom-tip, bringing it all into her mouth...and in less than a minute, the reporter had a mouth full of dick-cheese and the sensitive head was clean, the exposed skin shiny and pink, the bulb of the piercing glinting in the light.

Lois swallowed and grimaced. She wished suddenly she had some mouthwash, or at least another shot of tequila, to rinse the taste out of her mouth. To her surprise, the dickgirl slipped a hand into her pants pocket and came up with a mini bottle of Jose Cuervo. The reporter gratefully took the small glass bottle, twisted off the lid, and poured the whole thing into her mouth, swishing it around before swallowing.

"Now that it's all clean," the strange dickgirl said. "Where do you want it?"