They Fuck Maria

"We have to fuck her," Mercy said from beneath Maria's now-limp body. Without further comment, her hips began to move, and the reporter could feel the other dickgirl's cock sliding against her own inside the tight cunny.

"Isn't that a little...****-y?" Lois offered. She bit her lower lip, as her hips began to move too, sliding her cock against Mercy's. It was so damn tight...

"One, she consented." Mercy said, huffing gently. "Two, I think I'm about ten seconds away from nutting inside this pussy. Fuck me, I've had a cock for thirty seconds and I feel like a frat boy **** to get his v-card punched."

Lois tried not to laugh. She knew how the new dickgirl felt. It hadn't been long ago that the reporter had felt the first sensation from her new dick, and been **** to find some hot, wet hole to stick it into.

"Maybe you'll be the one buying her a morning-after pill," the reporter teased. Mercy could only moan, trying to move her hips more, but unable to thrust effectively with the weight of both women on top of her.

"Can we stick her onto her side? It's hard to fuck like this."

"No. I like you on bottom. At least until you tell me where the other women are." Lois insisted.

"Those *unf* skanks?" Mercy huffed. "I-in the b-back *unf*. E-early adopters. None of them can *unf* hold the transformation long. S-spend their time *unf* f-fucking each other's brains out while the cocks last..."

"I want an interview," Lois said, pushing her cock in as deep as it could go. A part of her worried about Maria, but she seemed like a healthy girl, and she hadn't split yet...

"N-not happening." Mercy was red-faced and sweaty now. "L-Lex is going to be angry enough when he s-sees what's happened to me."

"You don't know that," the reporter told her. "Maybe he likes you like that, huh? Maybe he drops to his knees and wraps his lips around your dickgirl cock? Have you thought about that?"

Lois pressed harder, speeding up her thrusts. The heat of friction was building up inside Maria's pussy, and the reporter knew she was damn close. The sexual fantasy she was spinning was bringing her right to the edge.

"Maybe it's always been Lex Luthor's dream, his big strong bodyguard fulfilling some otaku fantasy. He fucks your pussy, you fuck his ass. 'Oh Lex, put a baby in me.' 'Oh Lex, I wish I could get you pregnant.'" The reporter's voice in a mocking impression of Mercy's own. "Hell, play your cards right and you might end up as Mrs. Luthor. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Mercy Graves, trapped underneath, said nothing...but then she grunted, holding onto Maria tight, and Lois felt warm spunk on her cock a moment before she erupted herself, double-filling the overstretched pussy with virile dickgirl cum.

The two dickgirls collapsed onto their sides, Maria stuck between them, their twin cocks slowly softening.

"Fuck," Mercy offered after a minute's panting. "So that's what it's like for guys, huh? I could get used to that."

"I could fuck this pussy all day every day," Lois admitted in between her own panting, staring at the face of the young woman, buried between her tits and snoring gently.

"You uh," Mercy swallowed. "You really think Lex might...like me?"

"I think you're the walking personification of his fetish and if you flash the goods he'll get hard." She paused. "As far as marriage goes, you might want to hold off for a while. Make him earn it."

Mercy took a deep breath. "I really can't let you interview the women though. This project is top secret..."

"Who'll know it's you? I always protect my sources," Lois said, shifting so that her cock popped free of Maria's pussy. "Deep background, your name will never come up."

The bodyguard shook her head. "I can't believe I'm even considering this."

Lois smiled. She knew sources. Mercy had all but convinced herself to do it.

"What do we do about Maria, though?"