Pop Her Cherry

Slowly, Mercy Graves pulled her stiff prick out of Lois Lane's overstuffed pussy. The reporter was panting, heart racing, stiff dick throbbing, demanding release.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Mercy cooed.

There was blood and semen on her dick, and Lois' pussy hurt...something had torn down there, maybe just a rip in her labia, maybe something more serious...but all she could think about was watching the toned bodyguard reach down and spread her cuntlips, flashing the bright pink flesh.

"It isn't right to just jerk you off, is it?" Maria squeeze Lois tighter. The weird crystal strap-on was still embedded in the reporter's cunt, cold and hard and deep inside of her. "I think maybe we need to pop your cherry..."

Mercy raised one leg, perching it carefully on Maria's knee as she brought her hole into line, hovering above Lois Lane's cock. The reporter could feel the heat of the pussy on the swollen head of her dick.

"W-wait..." she managed, panting. "...a-a condom..."

"It feels better raw," Mercy grinned, and let herself slide down.

Lois almost came right then. Just from feeling the hot, tight folds envelope and grip her swollen shaft.

The bodyguard lowered herself until she was sitting in Lois Lane's lap, the weight and pressure driving the reporter down harder onto Maria's crystal cock. It was a fuckstack, the three women on top of each other with Lois in the middle.

"Fucking and getting fucked," Mercy's arms were out to the sides, pressing into the walls, trying to balance them out. The bodyguard bent down to kiss the corner of Lois Lane's mouth. "How does it feel?"

"H-hot. Tight. S-squeezing." Lois panted. "I...I think I'm going to...c-cum..."

"I can't move," Maria's hands had slid to the reporter's tits, pinching and pulling at the hard nipples. "Get her off, Mercy. Let her make her mark."

Slowly, arms against the walls of the stall and feet pressing on Maria's knees, the bodyguard began to do gentle squats on Lois Lane's cock, pulling herself up and then dropping back down, each time letting her cunt swallow Lois' prick to the base, letting her weight settle on the reporter so that the crystal pressed deeper into her damaged cunt.

Lois moaned from mingled pain and pleasure, feeling a tremendous pressure inside of her, the tingle of something inside as it began to travel upwards...a growing sense of anticipation as she tried to move, to shift her hips, to fuck the smiling bitch who was moving up and down, slot sucking at the reporter's dick, hot and tight and...

"I'm not on the pill, Lane." Mercy whispered. "Think you're going to knock me up?"

"N-no...no..." Lois grimaced, trying not to think about how Mercy's cum was oozing out of her own broken pussy.

"Stop your whining," Mercy flexed her pussy, squeezing Lois even tighter. "It's time to nut up or shut up. And I want to hear you scream."

Without further preamble, the athletic bodyguard began to move rapidly, pistoning her ass up and down, a brutal blur of slam-fucking, pressing Lois' cock in deep each time she bottomed out. Maria grunted, Lois groaned, and the whole unwielding stack seemed on the verge of collapse, the violent motion punishing them all...

...and though she tried to fight it, though she squeezed and grimaced and denied it, though she shook with horror and pain at the thought of it, urgent fears of disease and pregnancy scraping at her brain... Lois came.

It was an explosion of feeling that traveled the length of her newgrown dick and exploded out the top. Lois thought her mind would go blank, that she would pass out, lose consciousness—but it was just the opposite. She could feel everything, every burning pulse that traveled up her shaft to deposit her sperm in Mercy Grave's tight cunt, every splurt of semen that burst from the tip of her swollen dick, every shiver and shake as Mercy spasmed in the throes of her own climax...and beneath her, Maria was grunting and shifting, pinned by their combined weight, hands squeezing Lois Lane's tits until the reporter was afraid she was going to rip them off.

Maybe it lasted for a minute or two, but to the women conjoined in the heaving, sweaty act of lovemaking it felt like an endless moment of pure release.