Lois Comes To Her Senses

What am I doing? Lois thought to herself, and pulled her tongue out of the woman's crack. It wasn't just the unexpected sexual contact with a stranger—or even the idea that might have inadvertently got the woman pregnant!—but she had to get out here.

The insistent ass brushed against Lois, but the reporter turned her face away and crawled in another direction. She still felt weak from her long, hard climb, but whatever was going on here, she wanted no part of it. The reporter hadn't crawled more than a few feet in this new direction when something warm and soft yet stiff scraped across her left cheek, and slipped down to rub against her mouth. Disgusted, Lois turned her head away, and crawled on, hoping the prick would get the message.

Lois had barely moved when she felt something pull at her jacket...her response was immediate, and violently started away. She heard the rip of fabric, felt cooler air on the now bare skin of her left arm...and that was only the beginning. Still unable to see, weak and beleaguered, Lois started to thrash as she felt more hands pull at her clothes. Every time, she managed to slip away...either because she was still too slick with jizz, or because they let her, she wasn't sure which...but always at a cost.

After a half dozen encounters she could feel her breasts hanging out of the tattered remains of her shirt, the bra long gone. Strong hands had held her and literally peeled off pants and panties, leaving the reporter nearly nude, except for a few scraps of cloth around her shoulders. Lois was too tired to even be embarrassed, she just wanted to get away, to scream and shout...but she couldn't. The one time she had opened her mouth to say something, something hot, salty, and all-too-familiar sprayed into her unguarded hole.

Now that she was naked, the mass of humanity crowded closer around her. She could hardly move an inch without running into a stiff prick, or squashing under a soft breast, the nipple scraping against an arm of thigh. The air was hot with the kind of animal smell you got in an elevator of subway, when too many bodies were crushed together in a small space. Lois lurched from contact to contact, knowing it was irrational but unwilling to be a stationary target for this molestation. The reporter was somewhat surprised no one had made a go at her unprotected ass at pussy...and that was what got her thinking.

Lois had mostly lost track of where exactly she was, in relation to the giant pit of cum she had climbed out of. Now that she was paying attention, however, the various brushes with genitalia and skin-to-skin contact that she was experiencing were guiding her in a very definite direction. These people weren't just playing with her, Lois realized...she was being herded.