The Cock Gets Hard. Lois Gets Wet.

Wet palms against the knees of her tight red pants. Lois held the head of the cock in her mouth. Without prompting, her tongue slid out, the tip playing around the foreskin. The voice hadn't asked her to do that, and Lois had acted on instinct. Her tongue pressed, pushing back against the foreskin, and she felt the cock start to get hard...

...and realized her heart was beating fast, nipples hard and pressing against her bra, dilated eyes fixed on the darkness ahead...and between her legs, the unfamiliar sensation of being wet, almost soaked with arousal. It had been so long since Lois had felt like this...anxious, ashamed, naughty. Doing something she shouldn't. It was like going back in time, how she had felt during her first times...her first blowjob, in the backseat of that old car. The first time she had bit her lip and slid a finger up her asshole in the shower, wondering if she would have to go to the emergency room after. Fingering her pussy sore from losing her virginity, somehow incredibly turned on by the blood on her fingers...

Now the head was rubbery, a swollen mushroom tip that was rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Lois slid her tongue out over her bottom teeth and let the precum tingle against her tongue as she began to slowly bob her head backward and forward. This was what the cult of Blaze was about, right? Finding strange, fat cocks and sucking them. Except this cock wasn't particularly big...in fact, Lois would have put it as distinctly average, except for the strange red color. Still, she hadn't seen any scars or warts, no sign of disease, and it smelled and tasted clean except for the vague, lingering taste of urine.

The rubbery head touched the back of the reporter's palate and for a moment she gagged, paused...and then realized that her nose was actually touching the dark metal of the Black Door. It was so cold that for a moment Lois thought she had been burned...but when she tried to back off, pain tugged at her, and she found the tip of flesh obstinately stuck.

"There is no going back." The voice rang, and it seemed closer to Lois now, there was less of an echo in it.

The reporter mastered herself...shaking with sexual excitement, the cock resting against the back of her tongue. She breathed through her nose, as she had learned to do a long time ago, and fely the drool ooze slowly past her lips. A neat trick, but that was all it was, surely...

...until she felt the rigid cock press deeper.

She could feel the movement of the soft, veiny skin sliding past her lips and tongue. Fought down a moment of panic as the head pressed deeper than any dick Lois had ever taken, actually sliding into her throat, and somehow bending even though to her lips it felt as hard and rigid as ever.

"You must accept it."

Lois Lane's fingers grasped her knees, knuckles white. Her body shivered, pussy drenched, but there was fear and apprehension feeding her excitement. She had **** but to follow through, and see where this strange initiation would go.