As she took his cock in her mouth and started bobbing up and down, the rest of the team formed a circle around her, each exposing their dicks, some stroking, and a few looking around to see if they’d have to wait or if someone wanted to help the soon to be overworked cock sucker.
She did what she could, letting the first guy face fuck her while blindly reaching out her right and left hands until she found new toys to stroke. She felt the cock in her mouth was close to cumming and, despite her gratitude to him for helping her check this item off her bucket list, she wanted to make him pay for his gaul and presumption. Just because he wasn’t wrong about her willingness doesn’t mean he should be rewarded for being impolite.
With her teeth lightly scraping his cock, she pushed him away, guided her cock-filled right hand to her mouth, and reached out for someone else to stroke. Every few minutes she braided the participants, left over right, then right over left, swapping hand to mouth and backfilling her empty palm until everyone on the team was hard.
She reveled in the tastes and smells. The salty sweat, the unwashed urine, the coppery scent of ass sweat, and the spilled beer. Unless she was mistaken, a few of them hadn’t showered since they last came and at least one of them had already had some pussy. She wondered how the other girl would feel if she knew it wasn’t the only time his dick would get wet that night – she got aroused imagining the other girl in the bar right now.
After another fifteen minutes of attentive edge management, she got tired and distracted, and one of the younger ones surprised her with a load of warm cum on her shoulder and in her ear. She felt bad that he hadn’t had a second turn in her mouth yet, so she abandoned the rotation and sucked him dry while playing with his balls. Youth and enthusiasm being what they are, he came again within minutes. This time, she was prepared and at the last second aimed him at her breast.
Understanding the fluffing line was now a firing line, the rest of the team lined up and took their shot. One by one, she took them in her mouth, sucking, licking, and flicking. Most of them had kept stroking while they waited their turn, so most just needed a few seconds of warm wetness and a soft landing spot for their seed before figuring they’d made the most of their night. She swallowed what she could, got a fair bit of moisturizing cream for her face, and enjoyed watching her tits get covered in semen by those so inclined.
“So the last will be first and the first will be last,” the muscular instigator quoted as he made his way to the front of the line.
“I didn’t know you were a church boy. You should probably go to confession.”
She stood up, accepted the long ago offered hoodie – “you can keep it, sweetie,” – and asked the wife of the guy with the truck for a ride back to the t-swing – “yeah, I know where it is. I’ll swing back to get him later.” Mr. Muscles stood there stoically, arms akimbo, with a bruised ego and a softening cock drooping over the top of his shorts.
“And then you decided to come back here and tell me this story,” he asked.
“You didn’t seem to mind,” she replied, licking his cum off her fingers.
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