Double Strap-On

Maria went to a drawer, pulled out a harness, and stepped into it. She tightened the straps to her hips, then turned around so Lois could see the bright red silicone wangs jutting out from her crotch. There were two of them, shiny and clear, like blunt tipped rhinoceros horns, thick at the base and tapering in gentle curves to soft, rounded ends.

"These don't go inside of me," Maria said, as she slathered on a clear lubricant. Lois smelled strawberries. "But the base rubs against my clit, and..." She turned to the naked reporter and licked her lips. "I've always wanted to try this. On someone like you. It's okay, right?" She said, suddenly hesitant. "I mean, I'll go slow. I know you're sensitive as anything down there right now, but...I mean, that's why I want to try it." The red-and-pink haired women bit her lip.

Lois ran a cautious finger down her fat, swollen labia, and winced. She was sensitive—and, as wet and horny as she was, she knew it was going to hurt. Part of her brain—the conscious, sober, proper star reporter of the Daily Planet—told her this was a bad idea. She should back out now, while Maria had given her the opening. Lois opened her mouth and told her:

"Come over here and fuck me raw."

Maria sauntered over, wet horns wobbling in front of her. Lois slid down in the chair and spread her legs wide, displaying her bloated pussy. Ran a finger around the painfully erect clitoris.

Her lover knelt down before her, using both hands to line up the horns with her holes. Lois tried not to squirm, heart beating rapidly as she felt the slimy, hard pressure on her asshole, and the first impossible centimeter of horn part her plumped-up lower lips...then Maria grabbed onto Lois' hips and pulled her forward.

The reporter almost screamed. It wasn't just that she had never done double penetration before—unless one asshole boyfriend trying the shocker and getting a black eye for his trouble counted—but her pumped-up vagina was swollen and sensitive beyond belief. She didn't think she could take the smallest micropenis without pain right now, an this hard, long horn was stabbing into her. Her eyes teared, her ass and pussy on fire as she instinctively clamped down.

Maria froze. Totally in control of the moment, she ran her right hand along Lois' belly, cooing nonsense... "Relax baby, just relax, listen to the sound of my voice, focus, focus, focus on my voice, and relax your sphincter, relax your pussy, open it up to me baby, just let it happen..."

Something about the tone, or maybe Lois was just getting used to the intrusion, and she did **** herself to relax. She breathed in and out, slowly, deliberately. Let the tension flow out of her as she breathed out.

"...just let it happen just let it happen, open open open, relax relax relax..."

Lois laid a hand on Maria's on her stomach. Looked her love in the eye, and nodded.

This time, as Maria slid forward, Lois didn't tense up. The pressure was still there, the strange, uncomfortable sensation of two intrusive presences at once, the pain, mostly from her pumped-up slot as it was being slowly **** open, that rounded red tip digging deeper and deeper.

Lois could see Maria's button, just at where the top of the base of the uppermost horn was. The woman couldn't have been feeling much stimulation yet, the reporter knew. Lois ran her hand up and down Maria's forearm as it rested on the reporter's belly.

"Fuck me."

Maria grinned, and began to move in and out—slow, at first, oh so slow, but never leaving the twin channels. Lois wanted to cry as the horns plowed her swollen pussy and ass, but Maria was picking up speed, going a little deeper now, a little deeper...and Lois could see, as Maria finally bottomed out insider the reporter, the woman's clit grinding against the base of the upper horn...and Maria began humping her in earnest. Not long sliding strokes, but short, rhythmic hip-bucks, the women almost locked together, Maria pushing and grinding, pushing and grinding, her clit looking for release.

Lois guided the woman's hand down to her own joybuzzer, the clitoris an angry red surrounded by a taut ring of flesh. Pressed her hand and Maria's down together, and together the lovers worked at it.

The reporter, to her surprise, came first. Her fat pussy and ass shook and clamped on the slick, hard intruder. She hadn't realized how close she was, as the shudder went up her spine.

Lois was still in the aftermath, impaled on those twin horns, when she looked up at Maria. Her lover looked at her with those tired doe-eyes, filled with longing and need, nipples stiff as as rocks... she hadn't cum yet.

The reporter's legs wrapped around Maria and pulled her in tighter.

"You see my pussy, Maria?" she said. The woman looked down to see the swollen cunt stretched around the flared crimson base of the horn. "Wreck it."