Chapter 18 by Zeebop

How Long Does Lois Suck?

Until Blaze Can Take It No More

Warm cock filled the reporter's mouth. Her own private meat popsicle.

Lois suckled on the cock, feeling the texture of every part of it with her mouth, her lips, her tongue. The soft, silky underside which would expand when the cum came. The little bumps around the flared rim. The head, swollen and rubbery as it stood tall now.

At times, practicing with a dildo in the privacy of her own apartment, Lois had wondered about the origins of her oral fixation. It wasn't that she felt any overwhelming desire to eat, and she'd thankfully avoided cigarettes and vaping. But a cock...there was just something about a cock. More than sex, more than almost anything else, Lois had always had that image of a pair of lips wrapped around a hard shaft as the ultimate sexy image.

How often have I wanted to be that image? She asked herself, as she let her tongue play with the dickgirl's piss slit. Since I was young, I suppose. One of dad's dirty magazines, smuggled out from his "secret" pile in the garage. Those women in pearls and stockings and nothing else, fingering their hairy cunts and kissing some big, swollen, red shaft...just like this one...

She just felt so complete, that salty pre-cum coating her back teeth, lips sealed around the warm shaft. A pacificer-completeness that her boyfriends had never understood. Her finger slid down to her pussy, fingers sliding into the fresh-spunked mess, thinking about the sperm still swimming around deep inside of her. Lois Lane's cheeks worked, suckling at the bulbous head, wondering if this was the same taste as her own cunt.

Lois could hear the music swell on the television as the wet slurping began. She did her best to match it, moaning around the cock, taking it deep. Lois had practiced deep-throating, with her dildo. Angelica was just big enough that she could really do it. Press her lips down to those swollen balls, let the drool slide over them. Feel that hot head in her throat, pulsing, quivering with barely contained need...

"Lois..." Angelica said, her hand on the reporter's neck, massaging the muscles there. "Please. I have to fuck you again."