Fuck and Get Fucked

Lois Lane was lost. In the dirty stall of a club bathroom, Mercy Graves was shoving a crystal dildo up her twat...and each thrust sent the reporter's own new-grown slamming into the hot depths of Maria the barmaid, who yelped and groaned beneath her. They formed a single unit of sex, hip slamming into hip, connected cock-to-cunt, with Lois the sandwich in the middle, experiencing things completely new.

Her conscious mind wanted to rebel, through the fog of **** and lust. But Mercy guided her hands to seize onto Maria's smooth hips, and Lois clung to the young woman like a lifeline. Her cock felt like it would melt in the hot pussy, her erection was painfully stiff, and seemed to get harder each time Mercy slid her own crystalline cock up into Lois...and that wasn't right either, Lois knew. Nothing about this made sense, none of it was right...

Except it feels so good. The reporter thought, pounding away while being pounded.

There was pressure building inside of her. A hot point between her legs that seemed to pulse and grow with every thrust of the reporter's hips. She could feel Mercy's dildo press on that spot every time the crystal prick pressed into Lois' depths, agitating it and driving the reporter crazy. It was too much, too much sensation, too much new, too...too...

Lois pushed with her arms, an **** moan pulled from her lips as her hard cock began to emerge from Maria's twat, until the reporter was leaning against Mercy, only the head of her dick buried in the barmaid's folds.

"Please," Maria begged, looking back over her shoulder. Eyes wide and pleading. "Harder!"

"Well Lane?" Mercy buried herself to the hilt in Lois' cunny, that burning prick pressed right against that hot, pulsing spot deep within the reporter. Lois gasped as the bodyguard's hands came up under her arms, to grasp the reporter's breasts and hug her close. "Aren't you going to giver her what she wants?"

Lois hesitated. Her heart was pounding in her ears, knees sore on the cold tile floor, a pleasant heat on her ass where it rested against Mercy's hips and thighs...and she looked down at the pink length that connected herself with Maria. It looked...thicker. The blue vein that ran the length of it was throbbing. Instinctively, Lois flexed her abs, making the cock twitch. The shaft felt cold, but the head, buried in Maria felt hot...

"I...I don't..."

"I do." Mercy whispered in Lois' ear. The reporter felt the bodyguard's hold on her tighten, so that Lois could hardly breathe. "Maria? Fuck her brains out."

Too late, Lois tried to struggle. But then Maria's ass slammed into her, sucking the reporter's prick into her pussy with a loud wet slich. Squirming ineffectually in Mercy's grasp, Lois could only watch as Maria grabbed the toilet and pushed and pulled, fucking herself with the reporter's cock as though she was no more than a living dildo.

Any protest the reporter might have given was lost as Mercy's hands shifted and pinched Lois' nipples, making the reporter gasp.

"I think I like seeing you this way, Lane." Mercy cupped those tips, and Maria began to grunt, squeezing Lois with her muscles, moving faster and harder.

"You're normally so...controlled. Self-assured. It's nice to see you let your hair down a little," Lois closed her eyes, feeling the heat and pressure build and build within her, hips shaking on their own, and she knew that Mercy could feel it too as the reporter squirmed against the crystal cock buried deep inside of her.

"Now...I want to see you lose it." Her soft lips found Lois' right earlobe, a wet tongue flicking out, something soft and hot pressing into the reporter's ear canal...and then hardness, a flare of just a bit of pain as Mercy's teeth came down on the soft part of her ear.

And Lois did lose it then.