Lois Can't Get A Word In Edgewise

Too many things were happening to Lois at once.

No sooner had her been set on the bed than one of the women climbed on her face. Lois Lane wasn't even sure which once, the ass filled her vision, and a warm, wet, somewhat sour-tasting pussy clamped down over her mouth. In between the reporter's legs, someone else was licking enthusiastically at her cunt, like a dog trying to get the last bit of peanut butter out of the jar. The reporter's right hand was being held against another twat—fresh-shaved, small and tight—fingers pistoning of their own accord in and out of the hole. The fourth and final woman was gamely trying to insert Lois Lane's left foot in her own cooch.

Lois tried to struggle, but she was outnumbered...and within a few minutes, she was too close to cumming to care. Few of her boyfriends had any skill or inclination toward cunnilingus, but whoever was eating her pussy out right now seemed to be taking to her cunt as though the antidote was in it. When the soft lips fastening on her clitoris, Lois felt her whole body shake and tense...and then relax as the climax passed.

The reporter panted into the pussy above her, jaw tired from only a few minutes of licking. There was a movement of bodies, and Lois hoped she would be able to switch positions, ask a few questions...

Another pussy descended on her face. Someone was sucking on her toes. A finger slid into her pussy, a mouth clamped on her clit. A leg pinned her arm uncomfortably to the mattress as whomever it was tried to stuff the reporter's small left breast into their dripping twat.

It was a kind of carnal nightmare, Lois pinned beneath the rotating pussies, the four rescued women working together to use every part of the reporter's body to get off. The only constant was taking turns eating out her pussy, their tongues invading, tasting, slurping. As her pussy got worked out, more fingers slid inside of her. Two, three, four...and the only chance Lois had to breathe sometimes was in the moment when one woman lifted their cunt off her face so that she could gasp air into her lungs.

During one such transition, she raised her head. Diana Reynolds and Jenny Dunlap were holding her legs, each of them with two fingers in her pussy, spreading her wide open. Tonya Wong, who had the smallest hands, was greasing up her tiny fist with a bottle of olive oil from the kitchen.

Hovering over all, watching everything, was the djinn.