Share The Dick

"I want it," Maria said, as she stroked Mercy's cock, from the glowing pink ring at its base to the great purple helmet at the top.

"So do I." Lois said, as she squatted on the bodyguard's chest, holding her arms down. Mercy kicked and flailed uselessly, trying to buck the women off of her...but Lois figured she was fighting a different kind of losing battle. The reporter saw how the pinned woman stared at her breasts, and then roved down to the well-trimmed black snatch above her pussy. Whatever effect the ring was having on Lois and Maria, it was having the same effect on Mercy.

"Let's share it." Lois said, and Maria smiled. Because what Lois and Maria and Mercy had been before the pink kryptonite had come into play, none of them were purely straight. So while Maria might have preferred girls before and craved cock now, she still leered at Lois' stiff pink nipples, and while Lois wanted nothing more than to slam her snatch down on a stiff cock, she also wanted to feel the barmaid's hot cunt against her own. And Mercy...well, fuck Mercy. Literally.

It was like an obscene game of twister as Maria and Lois positioned themselves, and Mercy was the playmat, her protests growing weaker each minute as her cock grew harder and harder. Lois laid down on the brunette's pelvis, her back to Mercy's face, hands still pinning the bodyguard's arms down, and her open cunt kissing the front of that shaft. Maria was facing her, her own pussy touching the back of the dick, hands on Mercy's legs...and together, the pole between them, labia rubbing against each other, they began to move.

Mercy groaned beneath them, and Lois wondered how it felt, to have your shaft engorged to the point of pain and rubbed between two pussies. For herself, however, she was just focused on getting off. Raising and lowering her hips, she slid her pussy up and down the hard dick, clit tingling, and pink light spilled out of the edges between quivering buttocks. Maria was already lost in it, grinding harder and faster, her bush clit brushing against the tip of Mercy's dick with every frantic bump & grind, and Lois felt a heat build within herself at the former-lesbian's frantic enthusiasm.

Together they frotted and fucked against that bloated prick until Lois thought it would be rubbed raw...and she didn't get. Her eyes were focused on the bulging purple head, buried between their bushes, her mind and body ached as she flexed her thighs and buttocks, rubbing her pussy harder and harder against the shaft—and against Maria too. The heat was building...the physical friction of their pelvises against the iron-hard rod, and Lois wondered who would give first, to fall into a paroxysm of orgasm.

It was Mercy.

A wordless yell startled Lois from behind, a heaving arch from beneath as the bodyguard flexed her entire body to shove her pelvis in the air, forcing Lois and Maria to clamp their pussies on her cock as they were lifted skyward...and then the purple head erupted.

Lois hadn't seen any testicles, and didn't know how Mercy's internal anatomy worked, what strange physics were involved, how long she had been backed up or if the pink kryptonite cock ring had prevented her from coming until the pressure was too great—but the first white rope spun high and fast and hard, and the reporter watched with something like awe as the topmost drop...just...touched the ceiling. And by the time the white drain was dripping down, Mercy was shooting again, hips bucking, cock spurting its scalding hot cream all over both women, jizz falling mainly on their sweating bellies and matting in their pubic hair.