Chapter 17 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Get Circe Hard?

Stick Her Tongue In Her Cock-Hole

There was something hypnotic about the cock. Lois tried to tell herself that it was some magic that Circe had placed on her mind that made her lift the dark, limp length of the dick in her hands. That made her heart skip a beat as she felt the weight of it, the heat that was somehow warmer than the sun overheard. Slide her hands up to the strangely flattened head, thumbs on either side, spreading it gently. So she could stare into that deep dark hole.

It smelled of piss. That ammonia reek of a men's bathroom. Lois had always associated it with her father's bathroom, after her mother died. Something else there too. A musky reek. Not entirely unpleasant. The smell of a large, warm mammal. Lois Lane's eyes were drawn to the source of the smell, the place where it was strongest. The urethra was moving, almost like it was breathing. In her mind, it reminded Lois of a pussy.

Suddenly her mouth was very wet.

Her tongue tasted the air. Mouth pressed forward. The great dark head, almost black, was bigger than her mouth. The tip of it brushed the underside of her nostrils. The hole engulfed her lips. And her tongue slid forward, into the depression, felt the soft, smooth walls like silk...warm, wet, muscular silk. Squeezing at this new intruder.

She **** her jaw to move. Tongue swirling clockwise. So fucking deep inside. Could Lois do this with any horse, or was it just more of Circe's magic? Drawing Lois in. Making her get her hard so that she could wreck her pussy...

Lois found that she had closed her eyes. Now she opened them. It was like staring down an elephant's trunk.

"That's more the spirit," the sorceress said. "Now...see how much you can fit in your mouth."