Sex Olympics—Pair Fucking

The stadium was silent.

The lights were focused on the padded rectangular performance space.

The two sexlethetes began in opposing corners, one a redhead, the other a blonde, both of their hair cropped boyishly short. They were not naked. The tall, elegant transwomen wore tight-fighting outfits that showed off their carefully-sculpted muscles, with holes through which their small breasts protruded, crotches open so that their hairless cocks and bussies were accessible.

Then the opening sound of their performance track began. They moved toward one another like figure skaters, each move carefully choreographed as a dance. Lois Lane, sitting behind the judges, watched with awe and envy as the blonde leaped, and the redhead caught her waist...and the soft cock slid into her open mouth.

They spun, wet sucking sounds filling the arena. Three whole turns, and then the redhead lifted the blonde above her, the cock magnificently hard...then the beat changed, and the two pivoted, the redhead dipping her partner forward, so that the blonde grabbed the redhead's ankles. In a display of unbelievable agility, the blonde bent backward to plant her face between the muscular ass...and Lois heard the murmur of approval from the judges as a pink tongue slurped out.

The blonde's hard cock was already dripping, but she hadn't cum yet, so that wasn't any points off...

"Heart rate increasing...more bloodflow to the genitals...stress levels decreasing. Subject has accepted the simulation," Greg the technician said.

Lex Luthor stared at the reporter's erection. "Yes. I can see that. Are we ready to begin the alterations?"

"Yes sir...um, I'm getting some warnings about resource usage..." Greg had minimized all the flashing pop-ups on his workstation.

"Not important. Start small. Bigger breasts," he narrowed his eyes. "I want to see some big tits on the Daily Planet's greatest reporter."

"Yes sir, Mr. Luthor," Greg said, feeling he had to say something as he fed the new parameters into the AI-driven scenario. "Enabling Big Tit Protocol...now."

It was a fantastic dismount. The redhead released her partner's legs, which arced and twisted, the blonde's face grinding into the transwoman's ass...but the feet came down, heels together, breasts wobbling...

Lois Lane blinked. Big, firm implants jutted out from the breast-holes of the blonde's costume. The reporter felt a kind of tingle in her own nipples. She could have sworn that the blonde had modest breasts, as any transwoman might after a year or two of hormone replacement therapy...but there were much more substantial, obviously silicone implants. They looked good on her.

The blonde's tongue ran up the crack of her partner's ass. The redhead dropped down into a crouch, ass bare. Her partner moved forward, smoothly sliding her hard dick into the wet bussy...and then the redhead straightened her legs and back...and the blonde flung out her arms and legs, balanced perfectly onto of the redhead's buttocks, cock fully inserted. The blonde smiled at the judges, her big, fake tits bobbing beneath her...and Lois felt her own breasts itch in response.

"I wish I had tits like that..." she whispered.