Baptism By Cum

The slender woman came forward first, her breasts small and flat against her body. She dropped to the ground in front of Lois, legs spread, furry cunt glistening slightly. Aisha and Maria had hold of the reporter's arms and pulled her down on top of her.

"Give it to her," the black transsexual breathed. "This is part of your baptism."

The woman looked...eager. Anxious. ****. Wanton. Waiting. Lois struggled with herself for a moment, as Maria slipped another condom onto her hard shaft. But there were far worse ways to join a cult than to make love to a woman in public.

The reporter slid into the waiting vessel with a gasp. Hot and tight...but different from Maria's puss, in ways it was hard for her to describe. The pubic hard was soft against her crotch, the pussy felt a little wetter, easier to move in and out of. Not loose, exactly, but better lubricated.

Arms wrapped around Lois Lane's neck, drawing her in for a kiss. Lois didn't resist, feeling a small, strong tongue press into her mouth, tasted rum and weed, strangely sweet and smokey...and then she felt something else, behind her.

Aisha and Maria held "Joanne" down as the first cock slipped into her cunt. The reporter momentarily panicked, struggled...but the penetration was only momentary, a hot wet moment, and then gone... But then there was another, and Lois realized what was happening.

"Your pussy must be baptized," Aisha whispered. "Your cunt dedicated to the demon-goddess with our cum. Then, and only then, will your polluted womb be fit for her to ride you..."

Trapped, her cock in one woman, two others holding her down, Lois Lane could do little as one after another, each of the men in the cult took their turns cumming in her pussy. The worst part was, she almost welcomed it. Her pussy was on fire, **** for a hard proper fuck. She was high, the weed and **** and sexual excitement had lowered her inhibitions to the point where even the unasked for sexual penetration wasn't unwelcome...

...but she wanted to be fucked, and none of them would do that. They stood around her, cocks in hand, watching the naked cultist beneath her squirm on Lois Lane's pistoning cock, and whenever one was about to blow then he would position himself behind the reporter and squeeze his prick into her pussy to offload inside of her...and pull out, leaving her **** for a proper pounding.

As it was, her cunt felt sloppy and sticky, spunk dripping down onto the cement below. Lois could feel the pussy beneath her, the woman squirming in her own orgasm, and she wanted that. She stared up at the ugly statue of the grotesquely pregnant woman, and her thought right then was almost a prayer...

"Please!" she gasped, just loud enough for Aisha and Maria to hear her. "I need to cum!"