Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do Now?

Suckle

Lois parted her lips. A pink tongue stole out of her mouth, gently circling the swollen head of the faux-Vixen's cock. The taste of the pre-cum was salty, bitter...and so strong it made Lois shiver. She could feel her body reacting as the tongue circled in closer and closer to the urethra...and when her tongue dipped into the clear, sticky pool, the reporter felt a single throb travel down the length the black shemale's enormous erection.

"You're pretty," the faux-Vixen's hands began to roam all over the reporter, finally settling on Lois' breasts. Still contained by shirt and bra, the strong black hands grabbed and smooshed the breasts through her clothes. "Although a bit thin. I wish they were big enough to fuck."

The taste of the faux-Vixen was headier than wine. The more Lois slurped, the thirstier she got...and the more there seemed to be. Breathing heavily, Lois lapped at the piss-slit, almost **** to the shemale's gropings, her words...

"Yeah, if you had a little more meat on you, you'd be the kind of bitch I'd like to fuck." The faux-Vixen was breathing a little harder herself, the cock throbbing more regularly now. Pre-cum dribbled over Lois' chin, more than she could lick up...and she fastened her mouth on the flared tip, and began to suckle.

The liquid burned as it went down Lois' throat, like swallowing a mouthful of seawater at the beach...yet that only made Lois thirstier. Her stomach roiled, and she fought back nausea, wondering how much of this she could drink without getting sick.

Hands moved from Lois' breasts to her head, holding the reporter gently in place as she drank.

"One of the side-effects they warned me of...they said my cum could be...mutagenic..." The faux-Vixen was panting now, cock quivering. "I wasn't even this...big...before..." Lois' tongue was almost numb as it slipped down into the urethra, eliciting a moan from the black shemale. "...but I...just...couldn't...stop...Oh!"

Lois couldn't see it, but she could feel it. The tenseness in the throbbing horsecock, the way the hands suddenly clamped on her head, the terrible thirst inside of her that wanted more...