End: Piss Break

Jenny Dunlap let loose as Lois Lane's face was pressed into her well-used cunt. The reporter had to swallow the warm brine or drown. Yet the part that scared the reporter was the terrible supposition that this wasn't the end...it was only the beginning.

She was right.

No sooner had Jeny Dunlap finished emptying her bladder than Lois was pulled away, six cocks pointed into her face...and warm yellow sprays burst out, drenching the cum-swilling reporter, soaking her shirt, making her nipples stand out starkly against the cloth. More than one of the men aimed at her mouth, Lois gawping like a fish, sputtering, swallowing instinctively, stomach roiling from the combination of cum and piss.

The gagging sound from her left let Lois know she wasn't alone. Lana Lang was getting the same treatment. A brief pang of regret went through the reporter, that she had dragged her friend into this. It was one thing to eat pussies and swallow cum on camera, but now she could almost feel the cameras on her, catching every moment of her abject humiliation as a human toilet.

There were a lot more men left.

Lois Lane was too tired to fight.

She had, after all, signed on to lick pussy and while she didn't remember piss breaks as part of the deal, it was a little late to back out now. Lois and Lana had already eaten so much cum that it didn't make sense to back out and not get paid for their efforts.

So Lois Lane opened her mouth and let them pee on her. Lana Lang, she could hear, was doing the same.

Most of them men had a fetish for peeing on her face. Hot streams of urine aimed to splash against her nostrils, her lips, o run down her chin and drip off her jaw. Holding her mouth open provided a target, even if she did her best not to swallow it, and kept them from trying to pee into her ears or eyes or hair. After the first few, Lois didn't even really care about the taste. It was sharp, tangy, not quite what she expected, like apple juice gone to vinegar but not as sweet...and there were other flavors in there, individual dietary issues, globs of stale semen being cleansed out of urethras, but thankfully no yeast infections that she could judge. All the streams were pale, some almost clear, others dark as amber.

The piss soaked down her shirt, right to the skin, and Lois could feel it seep down beneath her skirt. The sexy librarian had become an object of utter degradation...and Lois didn't mind that as much as she thought she would. Angelica Blaze was on hand, running a tight ship as always, pulling the men back when they got too close—no unintentional blowjobs here—and more than once Lois inadvertently swallowed a bit of piss and it wasn't the end of the world.

It is amazing what the human body can get used to.

The piss break took at least half an hour. By that time, many of the men had gotten hard again. Lois Lane heard the slap of flesh on flesh, the moans of Diana Reynolds. Soon, the little egg timer would sound, and then she would be over there, licking fresh sperm out of a swollen and fresh-fucked pussy, and she knew that she would continue doing that until the game ended or her jaw collapsed...

"Smile for the camera!" Angelica Blaze ordered.

Lois smiled, letting urine push through her teeth as she gave a toothy grin. Her stomach roiled, but a glance showed her that Lana Lang was only a few feet away, doing the same thing. That...made it better, somehow. Having someone else do it with you. Having everyone else just rolling with it.

The egg-timer rang. Lois crawled over to Diana's fresh creampie, the blond begging Lois to hurry, that she didn't want to get pregnant...and in the back of her mind, Lois Lane smirked, sure that all four of these bimbos were going to leave with a baby in their belly. A part of her thought that it served them right.

These were the women she had gone looking for, and this is what she had found. As her tongue slid once more into the loose cunt in front of her, Lois was already writing the article in her head. There were many things about tonight that she could never admit to her editor at the Daily Planet...but all in all, Lois Lane decided, it had been a fruitful and successful night out.