End: Callie Wants Them To Fist Her Holes

"P-p-please..." the young woman said. "No matter what I say...how much I beg...scream...plead...I don't care if I start to bleed. Just...fist the shit out of me."

Angelica Blaze shifted slightly so that Lois could see her face. The dickgirl winked.

"I think we can do that," Blaze said as she flexed her fingers inside Callie's asshole.

"Oh yes," Lois Lane said back as she twisted her fist inside Callie's cunt.

Never in her life had Lois imagined herself in this position—but no, that wasn't quite true, Lois admitted to herself. This was like one of her most depraved sexual fantasies. The kind that built up over long weeks and months of sexless nights, elaborated on and embroidered as she lay in bed and gently frigged herself to sleep. The kind of utter depravity that coaxed her to climax, but which she had never hoped to actually experience in real life. Normal people simply did not double-fist a young college girl in a club with a functional hermaphrodite.

Lois Lane smiled as she began to churn her hand in and out of Callie's cunny; she could feel Blaze move through the thin skein of flesh, and Callie, grasping onto the sink for all she was worth, began to pant and moan like a bitch in heat as the woman and dickgirl found their rhythm. A part of Lois was even jealous as she felt the pussy-juice trickle down her arm, saw the thighs quiver and the flush consume Callie's cheeks, heard the nasty slick of hands stretch out her holes and the huffing and puffing of Callie's mouth as her tongue lolled out.

The crowd, their audience, watched...but none of them came nearer. Their cameras were fixed on Callie, on the hands that roughly moved in and out of her cunny. When at last the young woman's knees gave out and the cunt clamped tight, Angelica helped Callie onto her side...and used her free hand to lift the young bitch's right leg so that the crowd could clearly see them churn Callie's cunt and anus, wrist deep and pushing and pulling until the flesh of her crotch distended disgustingly. A part of Lois wanted to go rougher, to blow out those holes, to hear Callie scream...

Then the young woman howled as the constant stimulation set her off into the first true multiple orgasm of her short life, and her pussy squirted onto the floor as a half-dozen smartphones recorded and transmitted it so that men generations later could jerk off to the image of a woman squirting while being double-fisted.

Lois Lane had not really found what she had set out to find tonight. The missing women were still missing. Yet she had found Angelica Blaze, and the eager dickgirl smiled like a cat as she worked Callie's ass along with Lois, her partner in crime...and Lois could still feel the dickgirl's jizz inside her own pussy. Pregnancy was not guaranteed, but neither was it an impossibility. Lois knew she would have to take care of that...and she was, no doubt, caught on quite a few of those smartphone recordings. That could make her life difficult...

...but in truth, Lois admitted to herself, I don't regret a single thing about my night out.