One In The Bush

Absence struck Lois as the mouth disengaged from her needy cunt, and strange hands spread her ass cheeks wide. Instinctively she clenched her vaginal muscles, hoping that this was just someone switching out—she wasn't close to cumming yet, but the heat of the moment was on her now, and she wanted to finish.

Yet it still came a something of a shock to feel something hard and warm slap softly against her labia, and Lois stopped licking for a moment in surprise. Then hands clamped against her head with a wet squelch, dragging her back to her task, and she felt the hard length of meat slip over her pussy once, twice, and then...

It slipped in, lubricated by sperm and saliva and the reporter's own natural juices. Lois locked her lips on the pussy in front of her and moaned into it. It wasn't a particularly long or thick dick, but it was warm and erect and pushed forward along her slick channel with eagerness, bottoming out softly and then withdrawing for another stroke.

The rhythm changed then, everyone pumping together, Lois at the center of her own little erotic world. A dick in each hand, tongue-deep in a twat, and now a cock pumping her in slow, steady strokes, and Lois in the center of it all, trying to find her way between pleasing and being pleased. They were not all on the same schedule, and as the man fucking her picked up his pace, his hands shifting to grab her hips for a better grip, the cock in her left hand stiffened suddenly, and warm wet drops fell on the back of her semen-encrusted hand. The softening cock slipped out, but before Lois could miss it another, thicker and shorter with an oddly distinct circumcision scar slipped into place, and she started again.

The reporter pumped her hips to meet the thrusts of the cock inside of her, sucked gently on the clit in front of her. An orgy was, perhaps, not the best thing for her at that moment, and she knew it. The long climb out of the pit of jizz had exhausted her, and she'd gone straight into this—fucking and being fucked—and she could feel the pain and tiredness building in her muscles. Already her jaw was aching, arms weakening as they pumped listlessly at the hard cocks, wrists cramping, knees sore... Everything except her cunt. And as the tiredness crept up on Lois, that's what she focused on. The steady, rhythmic pumping of a dick in and out of her, almost hypnotic in its own way...