Chapter 15 by Zeebop

When Does It End?

When Lois Tries To Escape

Drunk as she was, Lois Lane wasn't about to let every cock, dick, and Harriett offload their jizz onto her face. The reporter pulled away from the limp dickgirls no longer holding her arms, stumbling backwards away from the threatening jizz-cannons. She felt the stage hit the small of her back, and instinctively pulled herself up.

The music shifted, and Lois stared out at the half-naked mob, furiously masturbating, sucking, even fucking...but all their eyes were on screen, to the cum-covered topless woman who had climbed up on stage.

The drummer hit a beat. A new song was about to begin. From behind her, Lois heard a musical growl.

"Change my pitch up!" The dickgirl sang, and the reporter felt a hand grab between her legs from behind. She teetered on the edge of the stage, the singer right behind her.

"Smack my bitch up!"

The shove caught Lois right in the cunt. Instinctively, the reporter half-jumped, flying out over the assembled crowd. The topless woman threw her hands out, instinctively trying to shield herself from the impact. If the crowd parted, she'd be dive-bombing straight into the floor...

Instead, hands caught her. A dozen groping, sweaty hands caught her, pawing at the reporter's tits, her ass and legs, squeezing at her crotch. Lois Lane almost laughed when she realized what was happening.

She was crowd-surfing.

Buoyed along by the crowd as the band kicked into their Prodigy cover, the assembled women and dickgirls singing the refrain back at them, and Lois Lane was carried along with them, unable to do anything as the hands holding her up went wherever they wanted on her body, and she was shifted from one person to another, floating over the sea of eager, horny young rock fans...and wondering how she would get out of this one.