Lois and Maria

The Daily Planet's star reporter bucked her hips, three fingers buried in her quim. The bouncer's face stared at her, impassively. On her left, the black shemale Aisha had stroked herself into stiffness, arm stretched behind her to press one long skinny finger up the crack of her ass. On Lois' right, Maria had her breasts out and was pulling at her pierced nipples, stretching them up to lick at the tortured nubs.

Lois knew she could go further, if she had to. Knew her body was capable of more than this. The human body could do impressive things, if the proper time and preparations were taken. But she needed to win this. No...they needed to win this. Only two of them would get in. One of them had to be her. So she'd have to choose...

"Maria," Lois said, quite clearly and distinctly. "I need your tongue."

Her father's tone of command crept into her voice. The general's daughter. The ultimate forbidden fruit to young officers and enlisted men, when she was younger. Enlisted men—and women. She remembered the way some of the female NCOs would look at her. Dad had let her participate in physical training, provided she could keep up, and she did. One or two of them had invited her back to the communal showers after the final run, but Lois had always begged off...she already had an idea of what those women looked like, beneath their sweaty clothes. Fit and toned, breasts slippery, crotches wet...

Maria knelt next to Lois, in her nest of discarded clothes. Three fingers still in her cunt, still sawing in and out of her wet hole. How many times had she dreamed about those soldiers doing this to her?

"Maria...lick my pussy. Get it nice and slippery." Maria licked her lips. "So I can gape it."

Aisha paused in mid stroke at that. Maria, however, didn't hesitate. She dove down between Lois' legs, and felt the warm, wet tongue begin to slide around her lips, around the hand that was already buried in her cooch. Lois couldn't pound the fingers into her, not with Maria's face nuzzling the back of her wrist, but she could make a fist...and did.

Fisting, in porn videos, always looks easy. Small hands and a baggy pussy, maybe rubber gloves and a lot of lube. All make it easier. But Lois knew all you really needed was determination. The tissues of the pussy were elastic, meant to push a baby out, they could easily take a fist in. All you had to do was ball it up and...press.

It felt achingly slow, and huge. Orifices didn't stretch right away. Sphincters could tear and prolapse. Lois gritted her teeth in a rictus smile and pressed on through the pain, as Maria slobbered on her slowly stretching cunt. She felt the knuckles scrape her labia. Felt the head inside of her. Pussy juices sliding between her clenched fingers, to pool in her palm. Then, with the softest of suction sounds, she was in. Like punching herself in the pussy. Oh, those Army lezzies would be proud...

"That's enough, Maria." Lois said, sweat dripping off her face. "Let's spread it out and show it."

Lois removed her fist, but left two fingers buried knuckle deep. Her other hand snuck down to join them, and she pulled. Maria, laying down with her tits against the ground, stuck a few of her own fingers in Lois' cooch and pulled.

The reporter looked up at terry. Saw the gaping pink hole that was her precious cunt reflected in his glass. Instinctively she flexed her inner muscles, and the pink tunnel seemed to surge and wink as Lois and Maria held her pussy open.

"Okay," he said. "You ladies can come on in."