Teach Orgasm 101

"Women need more penetration to achieve climax," the red-headed woman said as she slipped off her clothes—a kind of one-piece unitard of green fabric, ribbed like the leaves of a plant. The hair between her legs was little more than a bright red stubble against pale green labia.

Luthor said nothing, pounding steadily away at Lois Lane's pussy. The vacant-eyed reporter's gaze drifted over the strange woman in front of her, brain failing to make several connections. She felt like she should know who this woman was, but the musky smell from the exposed pussy in front of her was absorbing all of her attention. Between her legs, she could feel her dick harden once again.

Isley laid down on her back before Lois, her red hair fanning out behind her on the floor. One delicate finger began to rub her slit.

"To induce orgasm, you need to stimulate a woman in many ways. Variety of sensation. Important erogenous zones include the nipples, ass, clitoris, mouth..and, of course, the brain. Imagination is often critical, but our current subject has rather reduced abilities right now. So we will focus on direct stimulation."

The woman removed her finger, rubbing the wet digits against each other. "I believe I am wet enough to begin."

The bald man, sweating now, raised an eyebrow. "I believe I take your meaning. Proceed. I shall be interested to see your...technique."

On her back, Isley crept forward. At first, Lois dipped her head, wanting to taste the pussy, but the strange pale red-head caught her chin with one hand. Delicately, moving the bimbo reporter's limbs one at a time as she might a dog or a piece of furniture, the pale woman with the green veins positioned herself underneath Lois, the reporter's dangling breasts just brushing Isley's tits, the now-hard dick rubbing gently against the pale woman's stomach.

Luthor slowed his thrusts to better help Isley as she raised her hips, hands guiding the dickgirl's penis into her own lady garden, the throbbing she-cock sliding in with a single slick thrust that elicited a moan from the reporter. Lois Lane, acting on autopilot, immediately began to push in and out, body remembering the sensation of fucking and getting fucked. Luthor behind her tried to match the rhythm.

"I see...unconventional for standard female anatomy, but given the hypertrophy of the clitoris, an admirable technique," Luthor grabbed the reporter's hips, pushing himself in until his testicles slapped against the reporter's pudenda. "It almost feels as if I'm fucking you both at the same time. Extraordinary."

Isley, beneath Lois, was doing her best to retain her position, legs spread wide and planted like tree-roots. "Th-this is of course only part of the method. As I said, multiple s-sources of stimulation should be supplied. As so..."

Bracing her arms on her elbows, the pale redhead's hands found the reporter's breasts, beginning to squeeze and massage the teats, nipples pinched and ground between thumb and forefinger.

"We must be attentive lovers, receptive and responsive to her needs," Isley said, staring up at the panting reporter. "Rub her ass. It will drive blood to her genitals."

Luthor shifted his hands, grasping and kneading the dickgirl's buttocks.

"Under sustained ****, her body will move toward climax...perhaps even a multiple orgasm event. All we need..." The pale woman's face flushed, not red, but green, dark veins creeping under the skin, "...is to continue to stimulate her body...and it will respond...accordingly."

The red-head's lecture was cut off as she raised her lips to Lois Lane's own, an eager tongue invading the reporter's mouth, and she tasted something like sap and maple syrup, sweet and foresty, but with an unfamiliar heady and bitter aftertaste like dandelion wine.