Suck The Ice-Cock

Just think of it like a popsicle, Lane, Lois told herself as she knelt before the icy cock. It had no smell, which wasn't a surprise. She tested it with the tip of her little finger, but the ice wasn't so cold that her skin stuck to it. Which meant it should be safe enough to stick in her mouth.

The reporter swallowed her pride and stuck out her tongue to lick the carefully-sculpted tip of the ice-cock.

Almost instantly, the tip of her tongue went numb. Yet right before it did... Lois licked again, just like she would a popsicle, letting the cold, rounding head scrub along her tongue. There was a flavor there. It wasn't just ice water. There was something else there, a little sweet, a little tart. Not quite citrus-y but...

The reporter kept licking, the cold stealing along her tongue and lips. The odd flavor ran down her throat in a liquid trickle as the cock slowly melted in her mouth. Lois found herself engulfing the entire head, letting it sit there for as long as she could stand it, sucking on the icy hardness, letting her breath slowly soften the contours, the weirdly sweet and sour ice-cock flavor running down her mouth.

Except the key was far back from the head, buried in the body of the cock.

So Lois pressed herself forward slowly, slurping on the icy dick, that weird flavor almost addictive. It was so damn familiar, and yet Lois couldn't place it. Like some icy treat of her youth, long forgotten. Whatever it was, it was making her salivary glands go into overdrive, and she kept having to swallow as her mouth filled and refilled itself.

As a young woman, Lois had "practiced" giving head on ice cream pops. Nothing quite as big or anatomically correct as this one, but still, the basic idea was the same. Bob your head. See how deep you can take it. Swirl your tongue around and around. Swallow, always swallow. Men like it when you swallow. It was one of the things Lois had learned when she did get a real boyfriend. There was some bizarre pride that they took when you drank their jizz, no matter how bitter it might have been. Although that depended on what they ate, she had dated a vegetarian once...

Lois paused, the half-melted head of the cock she was sucking stuck in the back of her throat.

That was it. That was the flavor. This melting cock tasted like sweet cum.

"It might take you hours if you keep going like that," Blaze broke in on the speaker. "Maybe you'd like a bit of help?"