The Cocks Come Out

Lois Lane thought she was surrounded by women. A moment after the first hot drops hit her face, she found out how wrong she was.

Hands on her shoulders turned her around and **** her to her knees as the singer screamed the refrain. Cocks **** themselves into her hand, hard cocks attached to fit, feminine bodies, shirts off and tits out, no signs of surgery. Lois Lane instinctively grabbed ahold of them, and the hands holding her forearms pushed and pulled back and forth, forcing her to jerk them off.

The double dutch rudder! Lois thought. Yet her attention was on the scene in front of her.

Pants dropped. Cocks came out. Hard dickgirl she-cocks of every size, shape, and color. Hard dicks with great veins standing out, swollen heads red and purple and fit to burst, the whole line of one-eyed snakes dripping pre-cum.

All focused on her.

Lois Lane had heard of mosh pits. How people could get dragged into the scrum, trampled by the crowd. This was something else. The air was rank with the smell of sex, and the reporter could hear moans as the crowd surged. People were openly masturbating in the crowd. Women were dropping down to their knees to suck off dickgirls, some of them were getting fucked, held up by the mass of bodies. Less like an orgy than the whole crowd moving like a single frenzied organism.

The first quick shots spurted uncontrollably, hot jizz spraying out. The furthest ropes hit the reporter's naked chest. Lois looked down at herself, looking at the line of sticky white ropes on the floor pointing straight to her.

The ones who shot their loads fell back. The others crowded closer. They would be sure not to waste theirs.

The half-naked reporter watched the cocks coming forward with the same fascination that a deer feels as the headlights come along the darkened, lonely road. Bursts of cum spattered, some of them hitting her face now, and they were coming faster and faster, the hands a blur on their cocks, new dicks replacing the spent ones, and Lois could taste them with her open mouth, unable to look away from the frenzied pumping, her forearms aching as the hands **** her to masturbate them quicker, her soft hands running over their heads, the dicks on either side of her tensing as though ready to explode at any moment.

Five cocks burst at once. Jizz splashed into her face, salty, bitter streams landing on her tongue, dribbling down her hands, and as fresh dicks moved forward, Lois Lane wondered where and when it would all end.