Let's Impregnate Harley Quinn Properly

"Look," Lois explained. "This is all about maximizing the chances of impregnation, right? So there's three of us, and I think we can do this properly. All we have to do is..."

It took a little longer to explain than it did to actually convince them to do it. Within minutes, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy were on the ground, legs threaded together. Both women were holding their labias apart, their pussies kissing tightly. Lois knelt off to one side, very pleased with her handiwork.

"Okay, so, like, we're lined up." Harley said. "Now what?"

"You two trib," Lois explained. "And I'm going to help. This time, when Ivy cums, most of the pollen should go right up your fertile snatch."

"But how are you going to help?" Ivy said, voice thick with arousal.

In answer, Lois Lois bent down and ran her tongue along the conjoined cunts, managing to catch both clits in one sweep.

"Ooooh..." the villainous couple said together.

Then they began to rub their pussies together in earnest. Lois did her best to help with her mouth, slurping, licking and kissing. Her own cunny felt hot and bothered, and the reporter reached back between her legs to rub at her own much-neglected clit.

If you had told me this morning that tonight I'd have gone from eating zero pussies to going down on two at once, I wouldn't have believed it, Lois thought to herself.

Yet she didn't regret this sapphic turn at all. There was something immensely satisfying about helping these two women experience this, Lois was glad to share in it. She wondered if this might not be a side effect of Ivy's pollen—some natural pheromone or something that was affecting her judgment—but right now, the reporter didn't care.

She pressed her mouth against the two twats, tongue slipping first over one clit and then the other, faster and faster, sucking gently. Harley and Ivy began to pant and moan as they got into the spirit of the tribbing. Ivy in particular was getting anxious, fingers spreading her pussy wide, her little clit hard as a rock.

"Gonna cum," the plant-woman said. "Gonna cum in your pussy Harley! Knock you up. F-fertilize your f-flower! B-busy little b-bumblebee keeps licking my stamen j-just like that..."

"H-hey Red," Harley said. "W-what do s-succulents s-say to express their feelings?"

Ivy grunted, her hips rolling furiously. Lois could barely keep her mouth on their warm slits.

"Aloe you so much!" Harley shouted.

Ivy exploded.

A puff of pollen caught Lois right in the back of the throat, and she fell back, coughing and sputtering. Ivy's entire body went rigid as a tree, squirting her seed deep inside her lover's pussy. Harley was laughing at her own joke, tears streaming down her face as she was impregnated.