Not quite. There's still another team member who didn't want to share

"Oh God," Rachel moaned, slowly straightening her head. Her eyes felt plugged and her face plastered with sticky gooey liquids, but mostly she was relieved just to be breathing and upright, even if the rush of blood into her head was almost painful.

Besides her head there was the ache in her cunt. The first guy had made her all hot and heavy, but she just never got off. The second time she was too distracted by the cock in her mouth to notice him much but her body must've enjoyed it because she felt all gooey inside.

Rachel rolled over with a groan, letting out another as that pressed her tits against the clear plastic that covered the lottery tickets. She winced at the ache in her breasts, the favorite target for their hands as their cocks had gone about their business. There'd be lots of bruises tomorrow but for now she wanted to clean her face.

Without any tissues within reach she settled for using her fingers and palms, managing only to smear the spit, cum and makeup across her face. It was then that the door chimed once again.

"Yo bitch, I'm not here to buy a condom. I don't like em. And I don't share with others or take sloppy seconds. So just stay bent over the counter like that."

Rachel swung her head toward the voice, blinking furiously to try and see the newcomer. She'd no sooner slid the foot or two off the counter than he pushed her into it.

"Hey!" she protested, her voice hoarse.

"Hey yourself, whore. Don't you worry, I got something to buy," he said, and stuffed something she thought might've been her shirt into her mouth. "Gotta make sure you don't hollar so much someone calls the cops. Don't want the vice squad busting you for prostitution, do ya?"

Rachel shook her head automatically without even thinking about it, then straightened abruptly as she felt something big pressing against her rectum. She was no stranger to anal sex, having put out for lots of her boyfriends and one-night stands, but wasn't sure he was using lubrication.

Fortunately for her he'd grabbed some vaseline from the shelf. Unfortunately for her he was thicker than even the first guy, though somewhat shorter. Judging by the pudgy belly she backed into it was probably in proportion to the rest of him.

"Mmph!" she cried out at first steady thrust, her rectum desperately trying to stay sealed but lubricant and pressure and steely determination overmatched it. Her hands flew behind her and pushed, only to be lost within the soft folds of his flesh.

"Don't worry, it'll get in there soon. I'll make it quick!" he promised, and lifted her off the ground, pulling her back to him by her tits. Given his round form her back arched, jutting her large melons towards the bright empty store and anyone who happened to pass by.

Her hands were trapped behind her as he bounced up and down, each bounce sinking her one agonizing inch after another onto his fist-like girth.

"Damn, who'd've thought you'd be so tight in your line of work. Almost there," he told her and actually jumped once and then twice and then a third time. She squealed into the gag each time, making him laugh, but more importantly sinking him all the way into her hurting asshole.

"There we go!" he cried and let go of her tits to push her forward. Crying out she whipped her hands out to the counter to save her face from hitting it. The guy behind her grabbed her hair at the last second, and between that and her arms she stopped with her nose just an inch away from the hard plastic covering.

"What, you thought I was gonna hurt ya?" he asked, jerked her hair once and then let go, letting her tumble into the counter. She snorted deep breaths through her nose, then moved her hands to clear her mouth.

"No you don't," he said, grabbing her hands and actually jamming them together into the baby-size jar of vaseline, holding them as effectively as handcuffs.

Without her hands to support her she was suspended by the dick in her ass and the hand in her hair, which kept her arched just enough that it was her tits supporting her upper body. The two large globes were mashes beneath her against the sharp corner of the counter, her nipples gouging against it each time he pressed forward.

His other hand moved down to her front, pressing against her below her pierced belly button, using her bald pelvis to hold her in position each time he dredged his cock from her bowels, pausing a moment to watch her anus desperately try to close before plunging back in with a smirk.

He did this over and over, delighting at the sight of the o-shaped ring gradually losing more and more strength until it stayed open for long seconds at a time before he jammed back in. The vaseline began to wear off, and he seemed more interested in push in and then pulling out than driving deep.

When her rectum gave up any semblance of resistance or tightness he decided to change tactics and follow in the steps of his athlete friends. His cock began to plow deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. His big hairy balls dangled far below his cock and every movement smacked and tickled her cunt and even her clit. To her horror she realized it was making her pussy wetten again, and heat began to return to her slit as the slapping continued.

Her phone began to play 'I Touch Myself' again, much to the delight of her fucker, and he let go of her hair long enough to turn it on next to her head. In that moment her breasts would have cried out in relief as her upper body took some of her weight off of them. But the respite didn't last long, as he pulled on her hair again to put it all back on her large mammaries.

"Hey ****!" her sister cried out excitedly. "I wanted to tell you that Katrina got some dude to invite us to an audition. He sounded real eager to meet you. See you later, we've been invited to another party! Bye!"

"Damn, I wonder if their party's as fun as ours?" The guy behind her said, laughing. Rachel moaned, telling herself it was from the whole situation, but she found herself moving her legs around like she could find something to stand on. She settled for twining them around the guys legs as his laugh turned to grunting effort.

Her legs around his pulled him even closer and his dick no longer left her ass. This left him move his hand forward. Fucking this girl was hard work and he used the hand to lean on her to relieve some of the pressure. This, of course, pressed her nipples and breasts even harder against the edge of the counter, making them feel that much more like they would split in half beneath the battering and rocking.

Rachel found herself not caring about the pain after awhile. His balls were like a hand constantly rubbing up against her pussy, rubbing it and tickling it and then jerking away when she started to respond. It was infuriating and she found herself wishing she could get a hand free so she could hold them against her, rub them into her juicy slit and jutting clit.

With his orgasm close at hand the man started to move quicker, letting her hair go so he could put all his weight on her and concentrate on really bashing away. His balls flailed around like mad, smacking her on the clit and slit, sometimes just brushing them a little, sometimes just tickling them with the thick mat of hair that covered them.

The closer he came the more erratically they moved and more insane it drove her. She wasn't just wet she was gushing, she wasn't just warm she was on fire, she wasn't just aroused she was on the edge of the precipice of a giant unexpected orgasm.

Maybe her abrupt squeals and loud cries and suddenly spasming asshole was what brought him over the edge. Or maybe he came first and the throb of his dick and the splatter of his cum in her bowels and the last hearty spank-like slap of his balls triggered her wondrous, all-encompassing explosion.

Whichever it was the two cried out in unison, almost like in the storybooks.

Except of course the man in those books wasn't usually jammed balls deep in the girl's asshole. And she generally wasn't having four tens put into her wallet. Or for that matter abandoned and left draped, naked, atop a store counter where anyone could find her.

When her phone rang again she was barely able to turn it on, nudging it with her nose.