To The Last Drop

Lois Lane stared at the throbbing cock. It was bigger than anything she'd ever tried to fellate before. The "house special" looked like a jawbreaker. A joke to play on drunk bitches whose eyes were bigger than their mouths.

Well, I might be drunk, Lois admitted to herself. But no one underestimates my cocksucking skills! I'm Lois Lane, the best damn cocksucker at the Daily Planet!

The reporter reached out and grabbed the girl-cock, her hand not quite going all the way around the thickest part of it. She opened her mouth. The glans of Kyodai's prick was the size of a small apple, almost too big to squeeze past the reporter's lips.

Other women might have stopped when the swollen, rubbery dick-head hit the back of their throat. Given it up as a lost cause when they saw how much meat there was yet to swallow. Done the math and realized how impossible it would be to take that monster down to the base.

Lois Lane was not other women.

One long sweltering summer during her journalism student days she had traveled with a Mexican circus, and been initiated into the sword-swallowing techniques of its leading acrobat. Had spent three weeks taking lessons in breath control from a master oboe player. Learned the secrets of the competitive eating champions of Japan. Now all those skills came into play.

With a painful pop, the reporter dislocated her own jaw. Her face lunged forward, gag reflex nonexistent, breathing carefully through her nose as she took the monstrous girl-cock into her throat. Lois heard the gasps of surprise and amazement as inch after inch of shemale meat disappeared down her throat, felt her esophagus stretch, pushing the pain and discomfort out of her mind as her eyes sighted the end of Kyodai's penis, the great vein where it met her crotch.

The cock throbbed in the reporter's throat and she started to hum and swallow, stimulating the dick. Her hands reached out and grabbed the futanari's ass to drag herself forward, tongue slurping against the smooth base of the shaft.

"Oh my fucking goddess," Kyodai said aloud so everyone in the bar could hear. "She's milking my cock!"

The last two inches were the hardest. It felt like the head of the fat cock was already dipping into Lois Lane's stomach, there was hardly room to breathe, and she was feeling light-headed and dizzy. Yet her upper lip crept forward...all the way to the end...eyes on the prize...

With a shudder, Kyodai came. Lois could feel the load travel the full length of the cock, squeezing her throat tight, bypassing tongue and tastebuds directly, dumping the pent-up seed directly into her stomach.

The reporter squeezed the base of the dick with both hands as she slowly withdrew. Shuffled her hands along, pushing any remaining semen out of the girl-cock. Leaving saliva and lipstick behind as she slowly withdrew the whole length of the softening prick, until at the very end Lois popped her jaw back into place and licked the last salty drop from the tip of Kyodai's piss-slit.

"Thanks for the meal," Lois leered, ignoring the pain in the corners of her jaw.