Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Is It Just One Little Sip?

One Little Sip

Just a taste. Just to satisfy her curiosity.

Cold glass on her bottom lip. The bottle was surprisingly warm in her hand. She tipped it back, almost as if daring the grey-white goo within to obey the laws of physics. The instantly familiar taste on her tongue. Salty, slimy, just a hint of ammonia.

Exactly like those drinks she'd been having in the club.

Lois Lane let the sip roll around her mouth a little, debating whether to spit or swallow. She set the bottle back down. It was already refilling itself, the jizz once more reaching its own level. A decanter of endless sperm. And they were serving it in the drinks.

Why? The reporter wondered to herself, rolling the sticky splooge around her teeth. Normally she didn't like to swallow. Jizz was too bitter, too salty—like trying to take a shot of soy sauce. This was...not as bad. There were other flavors there, a little savoury, almost sweet.

Must have eaten their vegetables, Lois said to herself, remembering the old wives tale about how diet affects the taste of jizz. The thought made her laugh...but she had a mouth full of cum. Keeping her lips closed, she snorted—and as the cum started to flow in that direction, the reporter instinctively swallowed, the warm salty mass headed down her throat.

"Damn," Lois coughed and sniffled to clear her airways. **** to **** on a mouthful of cum was definitely not something she wanted to do tonight.

She licked her lips, and then the tongue reached back, scraping the goo off of her teeth. The reporter eyed the bottle. Lois was still a little thirsty...one more sip couldn't hurt, could it?