Sola's Surprise Adventures: Cumrag

"Not my butt this time."

Oh how those simple words would come back to haunt Sola.

At the time they seemed every bit the adequate defense against having a third ass pounding from a group of over eager athletes.

Twice now she had agreed to let her best friend Monica use her as the sexual motivator for the football team of Monica's boyfriend.

Sola had put limits on it, could only be the three top players, only in the ass, once each.

Twice now. And that was two occasions, three guys each time, and now five separate guys who had pounded her ass into pudding.

How someone with a name like Zoot could be that good at football all of a sudden escaped her, but he was the lucky double. And from his enthusiasm he loved being sloppy seconds after the other two had their turns.

Twice now the team that had languished without a victory for almost half the season had managed to turn things around dramatically.

Which meant that twice Monica's plan had been proven correct. Sola's ass was an excellent prize to dangle in front of the boys.

Not that there wasn't some fun to be had. Sola found that a bit of anal was a good deal more enjoyable than having ten inches of rock hard cock slam away at her sphincter sounded like.

Both times, her favorite toy, Mr Dink, had been hard at work in her pussy, and he more than earned his batteries in the bargain, adding to the enjoyment.

However, it was exhausting.

Spreading her cheeks, getting each dick inside, having them thrust and cum, three of them each time no less. Mr Dink doing his job, her holding on for dear life through each guy with barely enough time to catch her breath in between.

They weren't concerned about her, no, theirs was the only pleasure that mattered.

Then there was the power of her own orgasms, the intensity of which was overwhelming on a couple of occasions. Surprising, and even more arousing, who knew getting two holes filled at once would provide such satisfaction.

And admittedly all the sweeter because they happened without any intent from the rewarded players, and even less awareness that she may be enjoying their efforts as much if not more than they.

A secret, sweet benefit for her, and one she didn't reveal to Monica, who seemed to want more than just a successful team captain as her boyfriend.

Yet, for all the benefits it was just too much.

So, when the team was going into its third game more fired up for the win than ever before she decided things had to change.

"But it's working so well," Monica whined.

"Can't you take it? Just once? Or one of the other girls?"

"No, it has to be you. Anyone directly connected to the team, it undermines them, and it undermines any of the players they're in a relationship with. Conner can't be undermined, he's the leader, which would be terrible for morale and have the opposite effect of what we have happening.

"On the other hand, you're a smoking hot chick with a totally fuckable body who's an outsider. Someone I can rely on, and someone who we can say with certainty is, while sexually flexible, is also not a complete cockwhore, professional or otherwise. They love that about you. Makes you all the more of a reward if they know you're not doing it for pay but for the team. Just for them. For a friend."

Sola knew she wasn't the most intelligent person but even she could recognize emotional manipulation. Especially when it worked.

Something about being called "sexually flexible" felt particularly insulting, and a little bit arousing. Sola wasn't going to unpack that now.

"Ok, but we have to do something different."

"Traditional missionary position it is!" Monica exclaimed with glee.

"Nope," Sola shot down that idea fast. "No sex. Nothing with the slightest chance I'll get knocked up."

"What then? It's probably the only thing other than anal that these guys will get worked up for. Unless you do blowjobs. And a lot more of them."

"How many more?"

"Whole team."

"What? No, no, no, no, no, no," Sola's jaw was cramping just at the thought of it, and she had no idea how many players were on a football team.

"Why not?"

"How many cocks can you suck in a night, Monica? Not to mention all that cum. Where's it supposed to go?"

"Well, it's in your mouth anyway."

"Right, and I'm supposed to have a light lunch or skip dinner?"

"If it helps make room for the cum on your tongue to go down your belly."

Sola glared at her friend and was then inspired.

"My belly? Cum on me."

"What?" Monica said with scandalized glee, her eyes hinting at knowing more than Sola.

"Not you, them. The whole team. Each of them jerking off, no blowjobs, but cumming on me in the process. Guys get off on that, right?"

Monica looked skeptical.

"Look, we can't just keep giving them my ass, that game will get old. Cumming on me, my face, my chest, my hair maybe. That'll do it."

"They'll want more."

"If it's the whole team they're not getting much more." After a moment's thought she added, "A kiss and a lick on each dick as they jack off on me."

"That might work," Monica said with a sly smile. Sola did not feel reassured.

And sure enough the team won the game, and it was off to the locker room for the celebration and reward.

As with the anal sessions the locker room was darkened, except for a single light, but instead of a bench the space was occupied by a thoughtful mat of towels. Someone thought of her knees at least.

Sola entered slowly, she could hear the crowd around her. Like the last two times it was all the players, probably cheerleaders and girlfriends as well, maybe the mascot and whatever other token members of the team could be squeezed in.

"How many players are there?"

"Cumming on you tonight?" Monica's tone was playful.

"Yes."

"There are eleven players per side, plus a few more in the team as backup. Not Conner though, he's mine and he's the leader. Got to maintain that degree of separation. Even in a team building exercise like this..."

As Monica rattled off numbers it all became a blur, mixed in with the same old reasoning for things being This Way that Sola just couldn't bring herself to dispute.

There was a lot of rustling and low murmuring as she took position on the towels, kneeling, making sure she was in a comfortable position and her feet wouldn't go to sleep.

Tonight she was wearing blue shorts, and two sets of underwear in case of splatter. A pink blouse with a plain off white bra underneath. Nothing frilly or fancy. They would be plenty aroused by what they could see and what she would do.

Sola had started the day with her favorite earrings, but they were long and dangly, and so she just had some studs in tonight.

Nothing she was wearing was a personal favorite, everything sacrificed for the simple practicality of the experience ahead.

"Tits out," Monica snapped just loudly enough for the whole audience to hear.

"Now wait just a moment," Sola hissed, that wasn't part of the bargain.

"You want them done quick then you'll need to give them something more than a pretty face and a lick of the tip. Otherwise you'll be here for an hour as they take their time jacking off. Better to get it over quick."

Monica's logic was impeccable, to Sola's dismay.

Sola undid her blouse buttons and slid her shirt off, leaving it tucked into her shorts. A chorus of eager hooting accompanying her.

She had worn an older bra, not thinking it would be seen, let alone removed. She reluctantly slid a strap off each shoulder, then shimmied it down to meet her blouse, freeing her lovely round breasts.

There was a roar of appreciation and a thunder of applause as she revealed her breasts, big enough to bounce with each step. Tight, pinpoint nipples that felt every breeze in the room. Despite the inherent vulnerability of being topless in front of so many unseen people Sola couldn't help but smile at the appreciation she drew.

As she did her dark brown nipples started to feel tight, she looked down and saw that each was fully erect, hard even. She couldn't hide anything from anyone right now.

She felt her cheeks flush warm. She shouldn't be enjoying this, but she was.

"Totally nude would be faster," Monica added in a sing song voice.

Sola glared, and pointedly tightened her belt a notch before walking over to the pile of towels and kneeling down.

"Hey, sweetlips," a baritone voice called playfully. She recognized it as belonging to Shaun, one of the first players to sodomize her.

He wasn't exactly attractive. A flat face, square head, but bright eyes in a dark skinned face and a very playful smile playing out across broad lips. There was something appealing about him. Physically.

"Keep pouting like that," he said, "I like the opportunity to change that expression."

A base giggle came from him as he unzipped his pants and let them fall loosely around his thighs.

Sola's eyes widened at the sight of his cock.

She had never seen it before, though it had made its way up her ass. Even semierect it looked like a salami on steroids.

That had gone up her ass and she'd survived?

"Hold up, hold up!" Conner hollered.

Everyone in the room looked to him, or appeared to, with the light shining down on her Sola could only make out shapes and silhouettes.

"Rules, people, rules. Without them we're nothing more than animals. And we are so much more. We are a team. A winning team that gets its rewards. Remember we're doing something different tonight, the whole team performed well, much tighter, more coordinated, an actual functioning unit. So everyone gets something special."

There was a roar of approval, a cheer, and a few calls on dibs on her ass and pussy, a few more for her mouth.

"No, no, we've been through this. Everyone gets a share, but no damaging the goods."

Sola wasn't sure if she should be relieved or insulted by that remark.

"Now sharing means everyone has to do their part, and yes that does mean you're all on manual, and for the intellectually challenged, yes, you're jacking off."

That earned a disappointed groan, and Sola hoped that maybe that would lead to everyone leaving and this whole escapade coming to an end.

"Each of you gets to go up to her, get a kiss on the dick tip, a lick to bring you close, and then you get to blow your load on her."

There was a round of applause and approving hoots. Sola's luck was rotten.

Monica quickly took over, "Keep it above the waist. You're allowed to aim for her face, her tits, her hair, you know, as much aim as a guy can have with his dick," that earned a lot of laughter, most of it feminine, "So line up, take your pick, decide where you'd like to be, how much icing you'd like on your cake."

The room was a busy hubbub for a few minutes as the team formed a line.

First up was a friendly enough sight, a warm, pink cock, uncircumcised, about eight inches and not that thick. From that she could tell this one had not had her ass.

The player worked the shaft, smiling brightly, the lights and shadows preventing Sola from seeing his face, but she could see he was a natural blonde and not above a bit of manscaping.

Leaning forward she placed her lips on the tip of the stroked penis and gave it a quick peck, pulled back, looked up and saw a bright, shining grin, and then quickly dove back and gave it a full lick with her tongue from the edge of her mouth to it's own bright pink tip.

Just as she finished so did he, a quick spurt of white cum jetted out of his cock and landed on her chin.

A second burst followed and landed on her chest, just above her cleavage as he let out a satisfied groan.

"Move over, my turn," that was Shaun, and sure enough his mighty cock was in her face, so big that even in his massive hands the purple head was jumping and juggling about.

Sola had to weave her head about so she didn't get poked in the eye to give it a quick kiss, going a little deeper than she planned, and then quickly licking, which also got closer to her throat than intended.

Shaun gave a familiar grunt and his load came in one enormous stream, painting her across her forehead, left to right, and then dripping down her left cheek.

Smiling broadly and heeding his own advice he quickly moved aside for the next one, a shorter, thicker dick, circumcised Sola noted, that was furiously jiggling as it's owner got over excited.

There was just enough time to kiss the bare tip and lick it around the sides before a stream of cum shot out. Sola wasn't sure where it went, she didn't feel it land.

A mystery for later as the next one walked up, also jiggling furiously, but stopped to allow a proper, full lipped kiss and a tender lick, Sola didn't want anyone complaining about quality and returning for seconds, before the jacking off resumed and a dribble of cum burst forth and landed across her left breast.

Number five came up with far less patience, and was even thrusting his hips as if that made a difference to how quickly, forcefully or enjoyably he jerked around his manhood.

It was all moot after Sola did her thing, and a surprisingly powerful jet of semen painted her just below the shoulders.

"Hurry up," someone said, and then Sola had two cocks in her face.

Kiss, lick, kiss, lick, a splatter and another stream of pale jizz.

Two more followed and this time it was kiss, kiss, lick, lick, and then twin streams of cum fell across her face and arms.

Then it all went to hell as three, four, six dicks bounced up in her face, two bopping her on the nose, another batted her right cheek.

Shit, Sola realized, no one had said to take turns, all of a sudden there were three dicks spraying hot cum in her face, and a quick turn to her left presented another two letting loose just as her lips met the tips.

She licked one on her right, the center, the left, right again, two places to the left, wait, now centered again, another cock on her right, a white one, shouldn't there be a black one? Why did she think there were two black ones and then a brown one? Hadn't that circumcised dick had a turn already? How many black guys were on the team?

Hold on, how many was that in total now? How big was the team?

Hell, if anyone was keeping count of how many guys there were, let alone if any were circling back for a second or third turn then they were keeping silent. Sola's entire world now consisted of an endless parade of erect penises, each one kissed, licked and exploding with cum.

A jet of white jizz flew over her left eye, causing her to squint as she felt it land on her forehead and ear.

Another stream struck her right cheek, making her wince and miss a lick, so she licked at the first cock to come to her face twice.

A glob of white goo pumped from a stumpy white cock and landed on her tits, droplets scattering across her round, brown melons, and dribbling tantalizingly down her right nipple, a sensation that made her feel wet.

Another kiss, another lick and this time cum exploded right in her eyes. Sola barely had enough time to blink and pull back a little, but she felt it land across her eyelids and nose, dribbling down around her nostrils.

She admitted to herself now that counting was a truly lost cause. Eleven, twelve, thirty? How big was a team really? Was the opposition here too, receiving a consolation prize?

And through all that she felt her pussy tingle and tremble. So much cock, all for her, all cumming for her, because of her.

No hand work, no blow jobs, no fucking or anal sex, just her face her tits and a quick and dirty kiss, all it took to get a team of men to explode all over her, some had to have done it two or three times if not more. It was hard not to get aroused but that sort of attention.

In the middle of a lick one of them came, right on her tongue, and she had just enough wherewithal to spit it out, but it was a lame effort and it fell down her chin like melting ice cream.

Was it possible to drown in cum?

Over in the corner, hidden by glare and shadows Sola thought she could see Monica rubbing at Conner's crotch with her hand.

She licked a quivering cock tip and then moved to kiss it, as soon as her lips made contact a stream of cum spurted out.

Sola barely dodged to the side, having it land across her cheek, to the corner of her mouth, she could taste a salty trickle make its way in, eliciting a round of laughter from the men towering over her.

Resolving not to have that happen again she turned and kissed a thick, black dick, then licked it.

As soon as her tongue finished running over the rounded head of solid meat a thick ribbon of silvery jizz spurted forth.

Again Sola was quick, making sure none of the cum went in her mouth, but this time it landed right over her eye, forcing her to blink furiously.

More laughter, more cheers. More cock came her way. Literally.

Before she could recover the next pink tipped cock pulsed and spat a load, landing on her nose, dribbling down, over her lips, down the point of her chin to land across the rise of her breasts.

She felt strings of the stuff from at least three of the players hang from her taunt nipples, the sensation arousing her mightily, to her embarrassment. She shouldn't feel so turned on being treated this way. But just like the rounds of anal sex with rough, unseen players getting coated in a whole team's worth of sperm was a surprisingly invigorating experience.

"Keep up, Sola," Monica called out with a laugh, "More kissing, more licking, less reacting."

Sola grumbled in her mind. A deal was a deal, even if she hadn't known it would be like this.

In quick succession three more cocks, kiss, lick, kiss, lick, kiss, lick, and then one after another an explosion of semen.

One marksman hit right in her cleavage, the small separation between her breasts, another she felt splatter across her right ear, while the third managed to decorate both nipples as the stream of cum landed from the side.

A thick, pulsating cock thrust itself towards her eye and she managed to give it the appropriate attention just as cum dribbled out and dressed her lips.

Now well and truly lost in the count Sola kept kissing and licking the tips of dicks for who knows how long. Felt like hours, probably just a few minutes more.

However long it was by the end of it she felt utterly drenched in cum.

Her face, her hair, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, all of it. She was sure if she looked in a mirror there would be nothing but a pair of eyes looking out from a wobbling white mound.

To her surprise when Sola looked down nothing could be further from the truth.

Sticky white strands of spent seed plastered her skin, yes, but it was far from an even coating, not even a thick one as threads of cum dangled and dribbled off her flesh.

All around her there were cheers, laughter, slaps as high fives were exchanged, and while she couldn't pick out the individual words she could hear from the tone that congratulations, boasts and taunts were being energetically exchanged.

"Alright, you meatheads, we're done here," hollered Conner, "Pull up your big boy pants, pack away your favorite toys and come on, it's time to go. It's time to party hard!"

As the resultant cheer died down Monica chimed in, "Let her have some privacy for cleaning up. No extra show."

There was a resigned groan, mostly insincere, as the players all put themselves back together and filed on out along with whoever else was in the audience.

Conner nodded in appreciation towards her, and Monica blew Sola a kiss as she left without even throwing her a towel to wipe her eyes.

After everyone had left Sola took a moment to finally take stock of herself, and realized at how poorly thought out this had been.

Her clothes were ruined.

Pale jizz stained her shirt and gathered in pools in the nooks and crannies of the cloth. More thin ribbons dribbled down her denim shorts, down her thighs and into clumps on her knees. All over her arms and hands were sticky splotches of semen from the dozen or so men who had blown their loads in ecstasy, with no concern for her state at the end.

Looking down at her arms and her hands she realized they were also splattered with sticky white goo.

She worked her fingers and hands around, then stopped when she realized the mistake that was. It was spreading everywhere.

Suddenly in a panic she spun around until she found a mirror, realizing there wasn't a light, running back to the wall, turning on the switch and then back to the mirror.

Oh the sight of her.

Thick gobs of whitish goo plastered her face. Cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, lips, everywhere. She could just barely open her eyes through the drying mess.

Sola's dark brown hair was matted and clumped, the seed of the sportsmen having landed in puddles and glued her hair in odd spots.

Both breasts were thoroughly coated with semen in a far more even fashion, as if they had been painted with a fine coat of jizz.

Shoulders, arms, all splattered.

Hands, Sola hadn't used her hands at all, and yet both looked as if they had been dunked and run through buckets of cum.

Worse still were her clothes.

The bra and shirt were liberally splattered, a few spidery lines of cum connected her arms to the garments.

Her shorts sported spotty stains. Droplets had landed on her thighs and knees leaving silvery trails as they ran down to her feet.

How could she go out like this?

Penny pinching administrators had the locker room water shut down outside of practice and game times, Sola still tried them, turning every tap on every shower and faucet she could find.

A search of the few open lockers and cupboards proved disappointing. But there was an option that allowed her to leave with some dignity, even if she still had to hoist her cum stained clothes over her breasts and shoulders to protect her modesty, if not her dignity.

So she headed out into the night.

Covered in the three sizes too big men's coat on that let her hide her hands in the sleeves and pockets while pulling an oversized hood over her head, she ventured out into the hot and sticky evening.

Sola felt the jizz start to work its way over her body, form new pools, dry into itchy splotches, getting caught in the folds of her clothes and body.

And then there was the matter of her hair.

No matter what it was always in her face, and it seemed that no matter which part she pushed aside another fell in front of her eyes, always with a blob of cum in it, waving about in front of her, centered in the window of her makeshift hood, on display for all the world to see if they looked.

And under that hood, hidden from everyone, hidden from all sight but Sola knew all the same, just so much cum that was moving about, congealing, drying, sticking her hair together in patches, clumping it on her shoulders, oozing around her ears.

It was almost as if she could feel each and every individual sperm wriggle through her hair, over her skin and around every corner and fold of her body to find new places to invade.

Having to slink home like this in such a condition was utterly humiliating.

And exhilarating.

The thrill of escaping, eluding capture, of the small twists and turns she took to hide her shame, her condition and the success she had.

Sure, it was obvious she was twisting and turning from everyone, a couple here, an older man there, was that a teacher she knew? Moved away from him as well before he could clearly see her face or her state, and however conspicuous she looked even in that moment there was a win to be had.

This wasn't just an escape, it was a game. No, it was a triumph, of Sola over circumstances.

Sure Monica's team had used her as a cumrag and spent their seed all over her, but regardless she had made it through the experience.

And now, completely alone and jizz-stained she made her way home without losing a single dot of dignity.

Not even the slow trickle over her body and into all her nooks and crannies of what undried cum was left could dampen her spirits. If anything the sensation, knowing it was there, hidden from sight and still in front of everyone, intensified her arousal.

There was no Mr Dink during the event tonight, but once Sola was home he would be the first one she reached for, possibly even before a long, hot shower, probably while still coated with a patchy veneer of an entire football team's semen.

After him, perhaps the Purple Wonder, her biggest toy? It put even the impressive Shaun to shame. Maybe Mechanical Max, the vibrator that wriggled and pulsed in ways so inventive she sometimes wondered if it was alive.

Would three be enough? She had five toys, including the somewhat disappointing Licking Luke, a tongue shaped toy that while good, required a lot of work from her to really enjoy.

Maybe tonight it would be worth it. Right now she ducked and wove between other people on a busy street, hiding her condition. The breathtaking thrill of success each time she turned or pivoted at just the right moment proved that effort paid off.

Skin flushed and nipples still erect and rubbing against the inside of the oversized coat she could tell she exulted in the attention.

More than twelve dicks, not a one going inside her, each tip getting a lick of her tongue, the taste of all the precum from those men still in her mouth.

Perhaps she would get creative, roll the Purple Wonder around her mouth, let Mechanical Max sit between her ass cheeks. No need to go full anal, but the recent experiences have left an impression. And then have Mouse, the small domed toy, just vibe away on her clit.

As these visions of intense personal pleasure, a personal victory dance, wove through her imagination Sola quickly spun around to avoid the glance of a stern older woman who's pinched face clearly only knew how to glare.

The young woman smirked to herself for her daring and speed, flushing with pride and a certain slutty confidence that her shame remained unknown to all around her through cunning and daring.

Only to realize that she was now facing a brightly lit restaurant window, full of diners, all of who were now getting a full view of her spunk covered face.