One Hundred Cocks...Cum Again

Her pussy hurt.

Even regular sex could leave a woman's pussy sore. Lubrication was key; the folds of the cunny were sensitive, and could tear with excess **** and friction. Big dicks could stretch muscles, or hit deep enough to leave to pain, bruising. Most of the time, Lois was wet enough—especially with a swathe of lube—that it wasn't a problem, and at the end of the night even if they went four or five times, which was rare, Lois was left only pleasantly sore. No blood, no scratches, no burning sensation when she went to pee...

After a hundred fucks, Lois Lane's pussy hurt. The labia was pink and inflamed. There were small red spots that marked tiny tears. Even with all the sperm that served as lube, damage had been done...and done...and against the repeated impacts, her cunny was rosy and swollen. There were scratches on her ass. Jizz dripped out of her lips uncontrollably. Deep inside, Lois could feel a deep-seated soreness, right into her lower abdomen. The impact of a hundred dicks, some of which were long enough to stab into the back of her channel. Lois felt nauseous. She wanted to sit on an ice pack and pop pain pills and maybe rub some aloe vera into her poor, aching quim.

Which is why she moaned when her first customer slid his dick back into her sloppy slit to pour his second load into her cum-drenched cunt.

There was less of the frenetic energy this time. Each of her customers had already cum once, and now they weren't going to cum as fast...and they laughed, joked, jibed. Bet each other which one would put a bastard in her belly. Lois moaned dully through her gag, exhausted and sure that she couldn't do this. Taking a hundred cocks was more than she had ever dreamed of, even during her most lurid pubescent fantasies. Now here she was, in her early thirties, and her cunt was a ring of pain. Even her hips hurt, her knees were sore, there were red marks on her body where the straps held her down. Lois wondered if she might actually die from this...be fucked to ****.

Then she felt it start...and her heart sank. The flutter in her belly. How her breathing quickened. Pussy and ass trembled. The rising tide of anticipation...the one thing she didn't want.

She was on her hundred and fifth dick when she came again. Her whole body shaking as though an electric current ran through her spine, toes curling until they couldn't curl up any more, eyes rolling back in her head...and the men laughed and began to speed up, their favorite game beginning again. Wondering how many times they could make her cum. How many unwanted orgasms they could squeeze out of this naked, sweat-streaked fucktoy. One who wasn't going to be able to walk away.

Lois could cry...and did. But there came a time, many dicks later, when the tears were cried out. When Lois lay limp across her block as kind hands mopped her brow with a cold cloth. Released her gag long enough to feed her a bottle of Gatorade. A brief break so that she could piss into a pan. They didn't even untie her, just let her go, and then cleaned her burning urethra with a Lysol wipe.

Then it was back to it...and Lois felt herself grow numb. Her pussy was spongy and bruised, black and bluish marks forming on the labia and buttocks. More than that, she felt emotionally numb. Like the end of a marathon. Every muscle felt like jelly. Uncontrollable shivers went through her body, and Lois couldn't tell if she was cumming or if it was just spasms as her stiff and sore muscles acted out. Her stomach rumbled...and eventually she realized that the talking and jabbering had ended, and her eyelids were heavy...and Lois wondered if she had actually passed out for a moment while getting fucked.

The last cock pulled out of her pussy.

"Two hundred creampies!" Blaze's voice grated on the reporter's ears. Lois closed her eyes and tried to shut her out. "But we have one special surprise left for our leading lady!"