“Ugh! Not the glasses.” I can barely see a thing with the viscousness blurring my vision.
Somehow, this amuses my audience. The guy in my left hand frees his cock from my grasp and aims straight for my glasses too.
I wipe them as best I can with my forearm, rolling my eyes, when I hear the door open.
I gasp as I watch Dez walk in through my hazy glasses.
If she’s surprised to see me surrounded by cocks, including her boyfriend’s, she doesn’t show it.
Markus Goltz’s leaning against the lockers, next to Cross, leisurely wanking himself. He doesn’t stop as she approaches, and Dez reaches between them to handle his cock herself, his mouth seeking his.
They’re both acting as though this situation is absolutely normal, which it might be for them.
Lucky dicks.
Dez casually turns her back on her boyfriend, arching her back as she places his cock under her skirt and draws her hips back. I can’t see a thing, as she’s for all intents and purposes fully dressed, but there’s no mistaking the way he moved with purpose behind her, fucking her while standing up as they both watch me.
I grow hotter, wetter, my pussy so empty and hollow, I’d beg for it to be filled if I could say anything. But the moment my mouth is free, another cock replaces it.
They come on my tits, my stomach, my face; they love to come on my glasses. They touch me everywhere, fingers exploring every crevice, curling inside my asshole, my pussy, my fucking ears, and I let them.
I let them use me, and I love every moment of it.
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CROSS
Iwatch, hard as a rock, yet unwilling to join the hottest spectacle I’ve ever seen. My Lily, the nerd, letting my team cover her with cum.
“Fucking hot,” Nate groans, in the same predicament as me.
He hasn’t tried her mouth yet. In fact, he hasn’t so much as freed his cock.
“Not joining in, huh?”
He grins. “There’s another nerd I intend to play with later.”
Ha; the shy one.
I tilt my head. “You think she’ll let you?”
“Fuck yeah. She can be our team player next time we want to win a game.”
I snort, trying to picture Olivia in Lily’s place.
“If you say so.”
“How about you?” he asks. “I would have thought you’d be the first in line, given that you organized this.”
I smile. Lily lets go of the shaft to bring her hands to the bench, sitting up. Then she tilts her head back and opens her mouth, ready for whoever comes next.
Good girl.
The team cheers, hoots, and the poor goalie goes cross-eyed as her tongue dips out. Then she moves.
He lasts five seconds, which is respectable, given the circumstances.
“Lily, Lily!” they start chanting, clapping their hands.