Call For Her Public Insemination

Ella Lane pulled her hands out of her daughter's pussy. Lois Lane nearly felt like the rest of her would come out alone with her mother's hands. But it didn't. Instead her great, gaping pink pussy quivered, suddenly empty and wet.

"Excuse me!" Ella said to the room in a loud, clear voice as she stood up. "My daughter is fertile and ovulating! Would anyone here like to give her a baby?"

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter wanted to climb under the table. It was bad enough that her mother was announcing that like some sort of perverted bake sale, but she was doing it in a room full of women, there wasn't a single cock in...sight...

Lois Lane's eyes widened as women began to stand up. Not just one or two, but at least a dozen women, topless in the heat, but what the reporter noticed were the hard bulges tenting their skirts, or purple heads peaking over the waistbands of pants. What kind of club was this?

Someone clapped. A tall woman in a long, floor-length black dress stepped up behind Lois. The reporter gazed up and caught sight of a torrent of wild black hair, olive skin, a smile like the Mona Lisa's...

"You heard what she said!" the strange woman said with some authority. "Everyone that wants to participate, form an orderly line! Ladies, clear a table and help Miss Lane up and into position."

Things happened in a well-orchestrated bustle that reminded Lois of backstage at a theater production. Two women cleared a table, leaving only a folded sheet to serve as a pillow. Four women—suspiciously familiar women—each grabbed one of Lois Lane's limbs and heaved her into the air, laying her gently on the hard table top, her pussy positioned just at the edge with her thighs spread wide. Nor did they move after that, each one holding firmly onto the reporter's limbs. She blinked and looked at one...

"Diana Reynolds," she said. "You're one of the women that have went missing."

"I'm not missing," the lean, topless blonde said. "I just got a new job. You know what I earn down here in a night? The tips are going to cover my tuition next semester!"

Lois was going to ask another question, except she was a little distracted by her mother rubbing a lump of vaseline into her daughter's cunny.

"Mom, that's really not necessary. I'm wet enough already." Lois said dryly...and then shook her head, amazed at how rapidly she was taking to this situation.

"Now Lois, have you ever been in a gangbang before?" Ella said.

Lois sighed. "No mother."

"Well, take it from an old hand. If you're about to get a train run on you, you want all the lubrication that you can get."

The tone of voice irked Lois. She raised her head to see what was going on.

Twelve dickgirls had lined up, their cocks free, and a pair of waitresses were lubing up the cocks with their mouths. Most of the other women in the room had moved to watch the show, forming a ring of bodies. The atmosphere of the room was, if anything, hotter than it had been, and sweat gleamed on every bit of exposed skin. The woman in the dark dress pulled at something near her shoulder, and the whole slinky garment fell to her ankles...revealing a rather long, skinny cock. She turned to point it directly at the reporter's cunny.

"Rules of the Black Door: No biting, no scratching, no pulling out..." she turned to smile at Lois. "...and I go first."