Ram It In

There was a moment of terrible, impossible pressure on Lois' pussy—and then the excruciating feeling of her cunt starting to give way. The reporter gasped, frozen in shock by the **** of the sudden intrusion. She imagined this must be what pregnant women felt like when giving birth...the sudden sensation of their pussies **** open far wider than ever before, wider than they ever would be under normal circumstances.

Except Lois was being **** open by Mercy's cock and Maria's strap-on.

Pain lanced through Lois' stricken hole, a burning ache that seemed to run the length of Mercy's hard six-and-a-half inches. Unconsciously the double-stuffed reporter tried to squeeze, to **** the dual intruders out of her pussy, but Maria and Mercy just clinched tighter, their twin pricks buried deep within Lois, not pulling out...and Lois could feel her own newgrown prick throb against Mercy's belly, painfully erect, begging for relief.

"Damn you're tight," Mercy muttered into Lois' ear. "Not that I thought you'd be loose or anything..." she finished with a rueful chuckle.

They stayed like that, a sweat sandwich with Lois the stuffing. A long minute passed, and then another. Maria's hands slipped down to massage Lois' thighs. Mercy still clung to Lois' but one of her hands moved down to explore the reporter's breasts, pinching nipples, spreading the sweat across the firm flesh of Lois' tits. After a moment of that, Lois took a breath. It was time to survey the damage.

"Let me see," she said. Slowly, carefully, Mercy moved back—not out of Lois, because she kept her hard, throbbing prick buried inside of the reporter's smarting snatch, but she leaned back a little so that the reporter could see the point of contact where they were joined.

There was no blood on Mercy's dick. Lois' cock, pointing straight up toward the ceiling, looked ready to explode. The reporter licked her lips, hesitant. She still felt uncomfortably full; her pussy was still burning a little, the orifice stretched far behind what was usual. In the back of her mind, Lois worried she would never be tight again—that she might finally live up to the terrible rumors of "Loose Lois" that had haunted her for years.

Maria's hand moved from Lois' thigh to wrap around the reporter's cock.

"See? No harm done," the barmaid said from behind the reporter. "Once she starts to move, you're going to feel good..." Maria laid a kiss on Lois' shoulder.

"Let's all feel good together."

Mercy began to move. In contrast to the suddenness and **** of her intrusion, the bodyguard was almost painfully slow on her withdrawal—the prick sliding out as if it resented being taken out of its warm, snug hidey-hole. Maria for her part began to slide her hand up and down Lois' shaft, slipping the ring of her fingers over the flared tip of the reporter's purple helmet, and Lois began to gasp almost beside herself.

Then Mercy's motion reversed. It was a slow fuck, an inch at a time, in and out. It was still tight as anything in Lois' pussy, space at a premium as Maria's crystal strap-on still took up much of the space, and Lois wondered what it felt like for Mercy, her shaft sliding across that hard crystal, into the hot wet depths...

I am wet, aren't I? Lois realized as Mercy began to pick up the pace. Absolutely fucking sopping.

She watched the bodyguard then, as she started to move faster, to push her cock in and out with a little more ****. There was a heat building up between them, and Lois looked full into the bodyguard's face, seeing the flush spread across her features, the eyes half-lidded and lost in the sensation of Lois' doublestuffed cunt.

Maria was still stroking the reporter's hard cock, and the two women were not quite in sync, but Lois felt her climax rising...the burning heat inside her cunt, the terrible pressure inside her cock, the tight hand squeezing and rubbing her prick...Lois couldn't see Maria's other hand but she could feel it on the base of the strap-on, pressing the base of it into her own clit, enjoying the sensations as Lois was fucked...and fucked...

...it was too much for Lois, to much for all of them in the sweaty midst of the threesome, each woman lost in their own sensations, moving together, feeling the shared sense of anticipation as their pants grew more frenzied, their motions faster and less controlled, bodies moving together in eager, animalistic unison. As Lois approached her peak, the only question she had was: Who cums first?