Lois Gives Her A Hand

The reporter placed her hand on the young woman's pussy, feeling Callie's pulse beat through the palm of her hand, the nub of her clitoris hard and erect beneath the tip of her middle finger—and with exaggerated slowness the reporter let her fingers slide down, until the tips rested on the lower lip of Callie's cunt.

"Tell me," Lois whispered hoarsely. "Tell me how much you want it you little slut."

She slipped just the tips of two fingers into the hot hole, tugging gently at the sticky channel, causing the young woman to moan.

"I want it!" Callie cried out loud, heedless of the audience. "I want you to fuck me! I want both of you to fuck me! Stick your fingers up my fucking cunt, please! I want to feel both of sliding against me. Fill up my slutty holes!"

Lois obliged, grabbing Blaze's now rigid cock and feeding it into the young woman's waiting asshole. As she did so, the reporter slipped her fingers in deeper, the young woman's quivering, quaking quim squeezing and convulsing around them. With slow, sure strokes, the reporter began to slide her fingers in and out of the sopping slut's greedy hole, pressing against the bottom of the channel, feeling the throb and press of Blaze's cock as it moved through the young woman's colon.

"I don't know," Lois murmured as her knuckles scraped against Callie's labia, fingers stroking the young woman's insides. "I don't know if you deserve it. A proper slut deserves more stimulation..."

The reporter drew her fingers back until only the tips were pulling on the entrance again. She could feel the desperation in the young woman's pussy, the aching need for stimulation...and Lois slipped the tip of a third finger into that cunt and began to press her hand forward.

Callie's eyes widened, her mouth describing a perfect "O" as Lois stretched her tight slit out.

"Whatever you're doing," Angelica Blaze said, "the little slut is tightening up so much she feels like she's going to squeeze my cock off."

"You want me to stop?" Lois laughed, pressing her fingers forward, opening Callie up wide.

"Fuck, no! Just don't break her before I have a chance to cum." Blaze replied.

"No promises," Lois began to slide the fingers in and out, in and out, pinkie and thumb resting against the young woman's splayed thighs, Blaze's testicles dangling below. Lois could see the pink ring of Callie's asshole stretched tight around her lover's cock. "But only her ass, you understand? I'm the only cunt you get to cum in."

"As you wish," Blaze murmured...and there were no more words for a time.

Lois and Angelica fucked their young admirer together, the shemale flexing her abs and legs, driving the cock in and out about an inch. The reporter had more room to play, her three fingers sliding in up to the knuckle and back out again, the tight pink channel spreading wide and gripping her hand, fingertips scraping against the squeezing walls. They found a rhythm, a syncopation where sometimes both of them would be driving into Callie's cunt to the hilt, but most of the time fingers and cock were moving past one another, their mutual movement rubbing against the thing wall of flesh that separated them...and Callie could only moan, body moving almost by instinct, a puppet-plaything for the power couple.

Flashes came from the audience, phones recording the whole affair, taking pictures; some people were openly masturbating, though most were just wet and hard, watching the live sex show, so real and visceral compared to recorded porn.

"What do you say, Callie?" Lois looked into the young woman's eyes and nodded toward the audience. "Should we give them a big finish?"

Panting, flushed, nipples hard through her shirt, juices leaking over Lois' hand, dripping off of Blaze's balls, the young woman could only nod dumbly, clearly **** for release. Lois smiled and decided to oblige her.