She Gets A Closer Look

Lois Lane stared at the throbbing erection in her hand. She could feel her pulse pound through the new flesh. Her hand clutching the shaft tightly. The head, swollen and purple, taut and hard.

The Daily Planet's star reporter was no stranger to cocks. Oral sex might not have been a particular pleasure of hers to administer, but she had seen her share of dicks as an adult woman and took a modicum of pride in her ability to bring them to a satisfying, creamy eruption.

There was the fascination too, in the entire process. Lois liked to watch the cocks as soft, flaccid, cute little things that grew and filled out, assuming shape and a kind of terrible potency as they hardened, quivering as they stood tall above their sacks—and then the moment of release, the money shot. It was a source of endless fascination to her, although she had rarely had a boyfriend who would long let her engage with their meat like that. Boys always wanted more.

Now she was staring at her own cock.

It trembled. The little slit—her piss-slit—was like a little pussy, buried in the center of that purple crown. She shifted her fingers, pulling it open. Glimpsing her own tight, wet tunnel.

...closerLOOKcloseBENDdownSEEyourCOCK...

Lois leaned forward, as far as she could. The head of the cock was inches away. Tentatively, experimentally, she stroked the shaft. Felt the skin move, closing over the flared head as he knuckles ringed the base of the swollen head, the veins shifting under her palm as she brought it back down. Up and down, up and down, slow and steady, and every moment she leaned down a little farther, feeling the muscles in her back protest, ribs digging in, unable to go down any farther...and the head bobbed there, just out of sight.

...CLOSERmustGETcloserTOyourDICKyourCOCKisSOclose...

Letting go of the shaft, the reporter slid her hands under her thighs, pulling upwards. It was getting harder to breath, as the position constricted her lungs, but the swollen head of the shaft inched closer, hovering right in front of her face...and Lois could smell it now, the strangely familiar scent of dick, never to be forgotten...

...TASTEitWANTtoTOUCHitWITHyourTONGUEfeelCOCK...

Her tongue slid out of her mouth, running over her bottom teeth, past her lips. She could barely see it, if she went cross-eyed, wagging it to either side of her nose. Lois pressed it out as far as she could, back starting to scream now, breathing in short gasps...and her tongue brushed across something warm and firm, that tasted tangy, just at the tip of her tongue...and she could feel that tip playing at her piss-slit with her cock.

Lois wanted more, wanted to feel her lips around it, but her back was aching and she felt like she was at her limit, even her arms were beginning to tire after barely a minute of trying to lift up her thighs so she could fold herself and...and...

...and a pair of warm hands grasped the reporter's shoulders, gently but firmly, and pushed. A gentle, inexorable pressure that made Lois' back scream, ribs dig painfully into her abdomen, and her warm lips settled on the head of her cock in an obscene kiss.