Pussy Stack

Once Lois Lane explained the basic concept, it took longer to describe the position than it did for the three horny sluts to assume it. Tonya, Jenny, and Mara lay stacked one atop the other, Mara on bottom laying across a rolled-up mass of bedding to avoid getting crushed. The three women's pussies were all facing the same way, one above the other.

The dickgirl reporter stroked her cock with both hands. She hadn't asked for a prick, but now that she had it, and three eager, wet holes to stuff it into, she wasn't above using it.

"Why am I on bottom?" Mara said, the weight of the other two women on top of her.

"Because you're the one that wants to get knocked up the most. Any cum that drips out of your friends' pussies will fall onto yours." Lois explained.

"We're not really friends," Jenny said from the middle.

"Bitch, you said you loved me!" Tonya squealed from on top.

"That was pillow-talk!"

"Cunt!"

"Cuntlicker!"

"Enough!" Lois said. "You three will act like proper sluts or I will turn this orgy around and smack you with my dick!"

That shut them up. The reporter shook her head, getting flashbacks of her days as a dorm mother at university. There were always a few girls that decided after three drinks they were bisexual...and a few more that ended up knocked up before the end of the semester."

Lois moved forward and rubbed the tip of her dick at Tonya's hole. She was at just the perfect height.

"Why don't you ladies explain to me how you get here, while I give you all the dick that you so desperately need."

Tonya's answer was only a gasp and squeal as the dickgirl reporter lined up her cock with the pretty pink hole and plunged forward. From behind, the dick could plunge deeper than before, and Lois Lane felt a surge of excitement at the idea that she could almost imagine that she felt the tiny Asian woman's cervix kiss the tip of her dick...but if Tonya was feeling any pain, her grunts and wiggles showed no sign of it.

As Lois fucked, the others gave their stories...and Lois Lane slowly began to put the picture together.

Four young women who barely knew each other, at college and away from home for the first time, head out to this hot new underground club. They drink, they dance...they were supposed to have friends to look out for them. Then something happened and they got separated...someone gave them a drink...things got fuzzy...all of them remembered talking to someone, like a job interview, and they signed a paper...and then they awoke in this room, naked and hungover, with only each other for company. Fed twice a day. Taken for an exam once a day. At first, they'd tried to fight, to escape...but when they did that, the food stopped coming, and then the water. Besides, the exams weren't that bad...

Lois grunted and thrust hard, her nut bursting deep inside of Tonya Wong's cunt. The pussy-stack swayed, but remained. The reporter drew her still-hard cock out of the Asian woman's pussy and lined it up with Jenny's pussy...she couldn't believe that she was still hard, but she was. More than that, Lois could almost feel like she could cum again right away. Jenny's slit wasn't as tight as Tonya's, but it was wetter, more slippery, as though trying to suck her in...and as Lois found her rhythm and Tonya began to moan like a porn star, Tonya told her story.

"It was like a video game, right? We were in this white room, and they put us in this chair. A headset came down over our eyes and it was like...like we were going to virtual class, right? Lectures on biology, human sexuality, childcare, history of sex, guided meditation. They told us that we'd signed up to test this new curriculum. It wasn't just the material though, it was the chairs. They had...it was like, if you got distracted or something, a vibrator would buzz real hard against your clit. Or they'd slip this little tube up your butt and you'd get a little enema. Then if you were enjoying it, they'd do these pop quizzes, and if you got it right you would get a dildo to slide in and out of you, or...they said it was all about the effects of positive and negative sexual stimulus. They told us that we'd signed up for it, that there would be a lot of money at the end, all we had to do was finish the curriculum."

For a moment, there was only heavy breathing and the wet slap of flesh. Lois was moving fast and hard, and Jenny was crying out in orgasm. The reporter grit her teeth and plunged through it, holding out until the tall woman's sobbing spasms finished before she shoved her cock in as deep as it could go and unleashed another blast of baby batter straight at the slut's womb.

Panting, Lois backed out...and fell to her knees. Mara's pussy was leaking down her legs, hot drops of spunk falling from above, but the little cunt was quivering, begging for attention. The lips were darker than those of the two above, but the insides were pink...and Lois pressed herself forward, even though it meant she nearly kissed Tonya's asshole to plunge balls-deep inside of the Latina.

Jenny picked up the narrative, when she could talk again.

"Except it didn't end. Days went by and we lost track. They only took us one at a time, but it seemed like we barely got any time to sleep...and we couldn't call anyone, couldn't hide ourselves, and we were all...we all got so horny. I think it was maybe a week before we started having sex with each other. Not all at once, just...I'd hear Diana start masturbating. Then I'd hear Mara rubbing her pussy, and then Tonya and I would be doing it and...we just got used to it. We'd be so stirred up after 'classes' that as soon as we got in we'd be rubbing one out furiously, and then we...we just started doing it with each other. Kissing. Licking. Rubbing our pussies. Except it wasn't enough."

"What...about Diana?" Lois huffed. Two shots in a row was a lot, even for the dickgirl's newly enhanced libido, and she could feel the ache in between her legs as whatever gonads she had struggled to fill her seminal vesicle so that she could pump another potent load into a waiting, fertile cunt.

"She was farther ahead than the rest of us. Been here the longest, most advanced in the 'curriculum.' They started to keep her longer, and when she came back she was kinda dreamy...you ever know those people that get like, really into BDSM and stuff, and they start to kind of lose themselves? I think it was like that. She told us yesterday...I think it was yesterday...that she wanted to be called 'Cum Bucket,' and..." Jenny sighed. "Did you fuck her?"

"Yeah," Lois Lane said. She was pounding hard now. Her chin rested in the crack of Tonya Wong's ass, her arms reached out to grab onto someone's arms and it was like she was fucking one huge, immobile lump of a woman, not bothering with long strokes but just keeping as much of her cock buried inside of Mara as possible as she worked herself up into yet another orgasm...and that should have been physically impossible, Lois knew, but somehow through sheer determination and rampant, **** pounding she felt as much as heard Mara's squeal and with a primal roar she fired her third shot in the course of an hour into the hot, sweaty, sticky cunt.

Lois leaned against the pussy-stack, almost too tired to move.

"We have to escape," the reporter said. "Gotta...get out of here."

She could hardly keep her eyes open. But she heard what Tonya said next.