Just the attendant, the rest could be done in the car

"Just the attendant," he said, to a chorus of complaints, but not from me!

"Hot damn!" the gas station guy said, and I reluctantly opened my mouth.

"Nah, get off there," he said, and pulled me to my feet before pushing me down so I was crotch-height. "Now clean it up!" he ordered.

Reluctantly I opened my mouth, sucking his flacid dick in like a spaghetti noodle. I figured a few sucks and licks and he'd pop out again, but the opportunist kept himself in me and grabbed the back of my head. Before I realized what he was up to he was hard again and humping my face.

"Mph!" was all I managed to say as I tried to alert Johnny to what was going on, but in spite of that and slapping at his thighs the man jerked my face back and forth atop his dick. The only thing I could do was try to keep my lips between his dick and my teeth so I wouldn't nick him. Even with my lips clamped I could feel a few lines of drool escape from my lips, dripping down to my chin.

At long last the oily man came again, even his cum tasting greasy as he spewed it into my throat. I nearly gagged, but when he didn't let me go I swallowed, keeping up suction so he wouldn't be able to claim that I didn't suck it all out of him.

Finally he pulled away with a sigh. "Clean again," he said, acting all innocent.

Johnny approached, and at first I thought maybe he was going to hit the man for taking advantage of me, but instead he crouched, picked up something, and pressed it to my sopping pussy.

"Hold this to your cunt so it doesn't leak cum," he said, and turned away as soon as my hands automatically gripped the fabric. "To the car guys."

I waddled to the car, praying that no one would show up before we reached it. The guys grumbled about how they wanted to have another go, but thankfully Johnny defended me. Sort of.

"Not here guys, there's a whole frathouse waiting for us."

"But you said she'd clean us," Tony complained as they piled in, leaving him and me the last to get in. Reluctantly I climbed over Bob, expecting the guys to make a spot for me.

"Julia, you can't sit on the seat, you'd ruin the fabric," Johnny said, chidingly. I gave him a blank look, not sure what he wanted me to do. With a sigh he said...