Fist Both Pussies At The Same Time

As Harley Quinn and Lois Lane lined up side-by-side, their elbows on the seats of chairs, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had reason to be glad that she had sat on the big dildo. Ivy, who had oiled up her bare arms, pressed the steepled fingers of both hands against the two pussies. The reporter felt her breasts heave as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She had never done anything like this before.

The Clown Princess of Crime reached over and grabbed Lois Lane's clenched fist.

"Hey. It's gonna be okay!" The pale jester said. "Harley and I do this to each other all the time! It's like, a lot to take in at first, but after a while you get used to it."

Lois **** herself to match Harley's grin...but she couldn't dampen the worry that gripped her. Ivy's fingers pushed in, and the reporter was already stretched further than she had been with any other lover. The reporter thought back to one crazy, drunken night at university, when a boy had tried to cram four fingers into her pussy during a sixty-nine, and Lois had bitten his dick so hard they had to go to the emergency room.

That might be why her jaw clenched hard as Ivy's knuckles pressed against her labia.

Harley's callused thumb ran over and over Lois Lane's knuckles.

"The first time I asked Ivy to fist my pussy was after I'd broken up with Mr. J," Harley said quietly. "He was...he wasn't faithful. Always looking at younger women. Tighter. Used to weigh me, measure me. Didn't want me to gain an ounce. Used to hurt me, sometimes, when I did. He'd make a joke about it. One time, he even...he had me do a hymen restoration. Just so he could 'break me in again.' When I finally left him, he was talking about doing it again."

Lois Lane stared at Harley. Complex emotions seethed beneath that painted face. The eyes looked wet, ready to cry.

"When I was with Ivy...I wanted to just eradicate that idea of him. That my pussy was made for him. Tight for him. It was a way for me to take control of my own body. Ivy helped me with that. But you know what?"

Harley leaned over, and her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. Instinctively, Lois leaned in, to catch the pale woman's words.

"It feels so much better getting your cunt stretched by someone you love."

The pale face tilted and stole forward. Lois was shocked at the press of those lips against hers...and then Ivy's hands pushed into both women, and Lois gave a gleep of shock, muffled only by Harley's lips. When the clown princess drew back, it was with a sneaky smile...and Lois wondered how much of that story was true, and how much had been made up just to distract her.

"Babe?" Harley said. "Show Lois how you make me cum."