The Head of a Giant Penis

Lois Lane had too much imagination than is healthy for sex education. Too much curiosity, too. Her very first class had made it clear to the young woman that the old textbooks, and the stodgy old teacher Ms. Bumfort, could not possibly educate her about the realities of sex. Like a good would-be journalist, young Lois had conducted her own research—in the library, after school; and then in the pile of magazines under her father's bed, and the novels her mother kept in her sock drawer, and finally staying up into the early hours with the password to unscramble certain channels on the TV while parental controls usually kept locked.

Her nightmares, for the next week, had been a mixture of fascination and disgust, and had stayed with her well past the stage when she herself finally enjoyed sex. They still came at her sometimes, especially when she was **** to investigate certain particularly nasty sex crimes, or when she had gone without sex for a long period, or sometimes just when she was stressed and tired and relied on pills to sleep.

Which is why Lois Lane froze as the dark, familiar shape burst from the tunnel ahead of her, an image taken from her earliest erotic nightmares.

A waft of hot, wet air, reeking of ammonia and animal musk came before it. The great glans nearly filled the tunnel, black as coal, the piss-slit so big Lois could easily have fit her whole hand into it without effort. The body of it filled the rest of the tunnel, barely reflecting any light from the far-away entrance of the tunnel behind Lois.

The cock-head slammed into the reporter's face with a **** that shook her entire body. Wet, stickiness rubbed against her face, into her mouth, and Lois spat and cough as the viscous pre-cum got into her mouth. The gigantic cock rubbed against her face for a moment, and actually pushed the reporter back about a foot...and then Lois Lane's hands grasped onto the sides of the tunnel and her backward progress ceased.

The massive black cock pulled back. Lois gasped She heard that strange music behind her...and then the answering music from in front of her. She could barely see, but she thought she saw the urethra open and close, spurting air in a strange whistling response...and then it plowed forward again, with greater **** than before.

Even braced for it, Lois was **** back a foot by the sheer momentum and mass of the cock, her cheek mushed right into the stinking piss-hole of the gigantic prick, and she would have screamed but that would have meant swallowing more of its foul, sticky pre-cum...