Chapter 13 by Zeebop

Does Lois Get A Mouthful Of Cum?

Lois Gets A Bellyful of Cum

As children, on a hot summer day, Lois Lane and her sister Lucy would take turns drinking straight from the hose. Lucy, being a bit of a scamp, would often crimp the hose as Lois bent down with mouth open, sending a cold jet of water into her mouth with more pressure than expected. She would scream and Lucy would laugh, and then they would chase each other and forget all about it.

The jet of cum that hit the back of Lois Lane's mouth reminded her of that. She wanted to sputter and spit it out...only to find, with a moment's terror, to find her lips were locked tight on the cock-faucet. Pressure grew second by second, cheeks puffing out obscenely, and with nowhere else for the jizz to go, Lois felt it being **** up inside of her head. Her lungs began to burn and she felt the warm cum filling up unfamiliar crannies, a painful pressure growing in her sinuses, it getting harder and harder to breathe...and then she couldn't breathe anymore. Warm cum was streaming out of her nose in runny lines.

So she swallowed. She swallowed and swallowed as fast as she could, mouthful after mouthful of hot jizz sliding down her throat, and when that wasn't fast enough Lois simply relaxed her throat and let the hot stream of jizz pour straight down her esophagus, to sit heavily in her belly. Lois Lane swallowed more cum in a few minutes than a Metropolis whore would swallow in an entire year, and her stomach groaned as it began to stretch and distend against the liquid load.

Once Lois could breathe again, she thought of the spigot. Her hand clutched at the control, trying to turn it back, to reduce the flow. The sudden stream slackened but did not stop, no matter how the reporter turned it...but she could breathe, finally, though her lips still seemed stuck to the cock-faucet, and her stomach felt painfully full, as though she had overeaten.

I think that counts as my weekly protein intake, Lois thought, still feeling a salty dribble of jizz slide down her throat in a constant stream. Now what, though? I can't turn it off and I can't stay liplocked to this cock-faucet forever. I have to do something.

Resolutely, Lois Lane began looking around for anything that might help her escape.