Facial

The glass was slick, and the creamy white good didn't help. Lois struggled to climb up the gentle slope, hands and feet pressed against the glass. Progress was measured in inches, eyes fixed just ahead, palms flat against the glass for the maximum friction, pushing with her toes, every moment dreading that she would begin to slip...

She ignored the first few drops, when they hit her. Too focused on what she was doing. Then they hit the glass in front and around her, and the surprise almost made her slip. Lois squatted against the glass like a frog, pressed her body down against the glass and arched her neck to look up.

There were a line of people, all along the rim. They were black robes, which were open along the front to reveal their hard erections. Hands shuffled up and down them, and one after another, they would erupt, and send their white cum to dribble down the sides of the glass in long streaks. Right in Lois' path.

The reporter had a sinking feeling she knew what the secret ingredient for XXX was now. But there was nowhere else to go...so she continued up.

The rain of cum pelted her back and hair, landed on her hands and arms, but she was already covered by the stuff from her dunking earlier. She didn't like to think about how much she had swallowed, and her clothes were soaked with it, her panties literally swam with the stuff—and she tried to reassure herself, as she thought of how much of it must be in her pussy, that the sperm couldn't last that long in the open air, and pregnancy and STIs were probably not concerns—at least not immediate ones. Problem one was getting out of here.

As she neared the rim, the rain died down. The robed freaks had exhausted themselves, cocks wilted, their devotions a white, slippery barrier that Lois didn't want to try and cross. The clearest route, mostly free of fresh jizz, was straight ahead...toward the only cock still hard.

It was a monster, Lois knew. Over a foot long, based on the proportions of the body, with a heavy sack beneath that she had at first mistaken for some kind of sporran, until she saw the veins just beneath the surface of the skin drawn taut over the apple-sized testicles. One slim hand stroked that cock, over and over, and though she couldn't see inside that hood, the reporter knew that the person was following her every move. Every inch Lois climbed was an inch closer to them...and any moment, they could erupt, right in her path. Hot, steaming cum. If she slipped on that, she'd slide all the way back down into the pit.

Lois gritted her teeth and crept forward.

Right up to the edge of the rim.

The robes had withdrawn as she approached, and Lois got two hands on the flat surface of the rim. She pulled herself up...just eye-level with that monstrous cock.

It erupted in her face. The white glaze stung her eyes, which she barely had time to close. Lois steadied herself, unwilling to lose her balance as the hot baby gravy splattered her face with rope after rope. She couldn't tell if it was all just from the one, but as it went on and on, she felt the robed figures must have been holding back...or taking turns...the amount she was getting splattered with was simply inhuman. She could feel it run down her nose, tingled as it dripped over her lips, and she had to resist sticking out her tongue to eat it.

Her arms were sore from the climb, and holding herself up. Yet eventually, it finished...or there was a break...and Lois lurched forward, bringing her knees up under her. She couldn't see. Dared not open her eyes, or lift a hand to wipe the glaze off them, but stumbled forward on hands and knees away from the glass pit and the pool of cum.