The Hundred Husbands of Sand Saref 5 (Patreon)

The line to the van extended from one end of the parking lot to the other. The cops smoked cigarettes and kept deathly quiet, trying to hear Sand’s moans if they weren’t close enough to see. Everyone who’d gotten a glimpse of her naked body was nursing a stiff erection.

A group of motorcycle cops who’d gotten in line joked with each other: not having seen Sand, they wondered if the hard-cocked cops in line ahead of them might be fags, excited about all the stiff dicks surrounding them.

Ten men had already used Sand’s pussy, mouth, and asshole. The gangbang still showed no sign of stopping. Parked patrol cars blocked off the entrance to the parking lot. Those who’d already had a turn watched the parameter to turn away anyone who wasn’t invited. They wouldn’t get another shot at Sand until everyone else had gone and watching as she was fucked by another was too much provocation, too much frustration.

Sand showed no sign of stopping. The gangbang could go on all night, as far as she was concerned. She lay on her belly, taking an ass-fucking without protest from yet another man who’d given up the sight of her tits for being able to say he’d sodomized her.

Sand was almost to the point of losing consciousness. Her asshole, cunt, stomach, and hair were completely drenched with cum. Her face was masked with it. Her muscles ached, inside and outside, throbbing sorely from how hard she’d strained.

Sartana and Pedro squatted against the backs of the van’s front seats. They watched Sand obsessively, memorizing every new facet of this marathon fuck.

As her new lover pushed his swollen cock into Sand’s anus, she kept her eyes shut. She didn’t care who it was or what he would do to her or if the sex would ever stop. Sand just let her body respond, without guilt or shame or restraint.

“Unh! Un! Uhh!” the man groaned. He pumped down into her slender body, holding her shoulders for stability while he jammed his aching hardness deep into her bowels. “Oh Christ! Feels amazing! Gonna come in that ass! Unh! Know some of that cum is mine! Unhh! UNF!”

Sand didn’t try to move. The man had a thick prick, but she could barely feel him. Her ass was so stuffed with cum that it was like a lake after a hard rain, overflowing its shores. Her buttocks jiggled with him pistoning savagely between them. Sand rested her face on her arms.

“HRRRGHH!” the man roared. He gave short, vicious stabs into Sand’s once-tight asshole. Dazedly, Sand felt his prick thunder with a storm of cum, its fat shaft bloating up before it rid itself of all the cum that’d surged up from his balls. “Oh fuck, here it is! UNNHHH! SHIT! UNGGGG!”

A river of cum flew from the man’s glanshole, joining the white sea already rounding out Sand’s slender belly into a hefty ball. Sighing in satisfaction, the man kept pumping between Sand’s lush cheeks until he’d left all of his load inside her ravaged body.

Sand cooed, not so much satisfied as satiated. The man took his prick out of her and wiped it on her thigh. Then he was gone, zipping his fly up and hopping out of the van with an approving grin for the next man in line.

That was Jose—a tall, rangy man boiling over with impatience. He nodded at Pedro as he came into the van, took one look at Sand’s ravaged body, and unceremoniously dropped his pants.

“Jose? I thought you had to work tonight,” Sartana said.

“I’m on break,” Jose explained. His cock was slender, but incredibly long. Fisting it, he shuffled on his knees between Sand’s legs, where he took hold of her hip with his free hand. Repositioning her so that he could fit himself into the twitching acceptance of her sex.

As she rose, cum ran obscenely from the splayed pinkness of her womanhood, trickling onto the floor of the van. Jose paid no mind to it. He sighed happily as he maneuvered his organ to Sand’s pussy and pushed into it, finding it endlessly embracing. On his first thrust, he buried all of himself in the clasping heat within her.

“Yeah, good—good,” Jose moaned. He rutted into her, relentlessly thrusting back and forth into whatever tightness her cunt still possessed. Sand’s ass jiggled while she took his pumping. “Can’t believe we got a pussy like this to run a train on! You could be a cover model!”

“Fuck me,” Sand trilled. She couldn’t say, couldn’t think of anything else.

Jose fell silent, focusing only on the pleasure of dogging this lovely bitch. He lasted a few minutes, straining and slaving away, trying to keep from coming until the very last moment, when he let himself savor the throbbing certainty of his eruption.

Sand felt his stomach rubbing against her upthrust ass, his lean and lengthy erection taking up the depths of her aching passage. She got dizzy, dizzier. A vague enjoyment filled her—she’d never been fucked like this before and the sheer quantity of sex her body was processing made for an entirely new sensation.

Her cunt and her anus pulsated; her nipples felt permanently stiff. She was sore all over, but it was good. A lingering ecstasy from all the other times she’d been fucked today. It grew like a snowball rolling downhill.

“AHHH!” Jose huffed, cock exploding deep in Sand’s pussy, flooding her with yet another man’s load. Like all of them, Jose feverishly rutted into her with his spurting prick until he was empty and limp, the fuck physically unable to continue. “Shit, can’t believe I got a piece of that, even in the middle of a gangbang.”

He flicked clean his manhood and pulled up his pants.

“Why are you keeping her in this van, anyway? Why don’t you guys put her out in the open so people can watch? It’s not like no one can tell something’s going on, all of us here like there’s gonna be a parade come down the street…”

“Mr. Post-Nut Clarity,” Sartana said, sardonic as ever. “Not a bad idea, though.”

She and Pedro rose from where they were seated.

By now, Sand was falling deeper and deeper into insensateness. All that mattered to her was another jolt of pleasure. She noticed nothing else but the next touch, the next moan—the next penetration.

She felt Sartana’s hands on her, but she wasn’t caressing Sand, she was hauling her out of the van. A cheer went up from the gathered cops as Sand’s naked body came into view. The cool evening air goosebumped her honey-colored skin, drying the cum that had splattered her flesh.

The next thing she knew, Sand was lying on a sleeping bag that had been laid out for her. She stared up unthinkingly at the moon, the night sky, the twinkling stars. Her future paramours made a circle around her.

Her view disappeared with another stranger cover her. It only took him a moment to wrench himself out of his lowered zipper and come down between her open thighs. Sand moaned as he rammed into her, putting all but his balls into her splayed pussy. The crowd cheered.

He had the biggest prick Sand could remember, in her muted beehive of a brain. It was nine inches long and as thick as the handle of a tennis racket. The man was so big that he brought Sand out of her exhaustion and satiation, making her respond to him like a virgin taking her first lover.

“Mmmm!” she keened, instinctively wrapping her thighs around his hips and moving in a dance she knew he could follow, meeting whatever thrusts he gave her with his giant cock.

The man rutted her harder, savagely plowing into her until he felt her curly pubic hair brush against his skin. Sand kept up the rhythm as long as she could, but eventually she lost the energy to meet his pumps. The man continued rutting into her, eliciting a passionate response that Sand didn’t have the will to voice.

She could only lie there as he dropped his mouth to her heaving breasts and kissed all over them, from her stiff nipples to the sweat that ran between her cleavage. All while his hips kept fucking like a machine. When her eyes flickered open—something Sand couldn’t control—she saw his broad shoulders flexing next to her chin.

Someone crouched down beside her face. His stiff prick was pressed up against her lips, twitching, delicious precum demanding entry. Sand opened her mouth and sucked obediently, rolling her tongue around the throbbing red helmet that was the source of the bittersweet taste.

The man held her by the hair and rammed himself into her gullet, making her choke and gag, but she kept sucking until it went down. Down into her throat, where he could moan in pleasure and all she could do was gurgle around it.

Suddenly a bell sounded. As the tolling gongs grew louder, the crowd dispersed. The man with the big cock took it out of her slit and backed away. The man in her mouth ran off too, cursing that he hadn’t come yet. Sand was left alone, shuddering in the cold night air.

“Time’s up, sexy.” The crazed cheering of the mob somehow became only Sartana’s solemn, hushed voice. “Don’t worry: when it’s done, it’s done. I won’t leave you out here for some random dogwalker to rape. You’re police department property now. We’ll take care of you.”

Sand felt herself being lowered onto something soft, strapped to it, then carried somewhere that was dark and warm. A new voice, soft and reassuring, spoke to her, but Sand was without awareness long before she passed out on the way to the hospital.

For three days she laid in bed, her fluids replenished by an IV. On the fourth day, she booked a flight over the phone, checked out of the hospital, and left San Sierra. She didn’t quite swear never to commit a crime on the island again—but she did tell herself she wouldn’t come back unless her sex life was facing a serious dry spell.

Three days of hospital food was way too harsh a punishment for her to risk unless the situation was dire.