A threesome, but not a gangbang

Rachel simply stared as the third guy crouched in front of her before feeding his cock to her hungry pussy. A moan escaped her lips, eliciting a chuckle from the fellow beneath her and an answering moan from the fellow she was blowing.

"Thought you'd like it. Better get a move on, folks."

As if that was their queue the foursome moved, awkwardly at first, but smoother and faster as they each raced for their orgasms. She was approaching her own when she felt the first drops hit her.

Blinking, coming out of the trance she'd fallen into Rachel realized that the bystanders were masturbating to the site of her being fucked in every hole. One after another they began to cum, edging forward to squirt their sperm onto her body. Most of it landed on her boobs, some of it found her stomach. They were curiously thoughtful about not spraying the three guys fucking her, but managed to put strings of cum on her body from neck to bare pubis.

"You need target practice," the guy under her grumbled when he was inevitably hit in his side, but his voice was good-naturedly about it.

Pretty soon the rain of sperm stopped. Mid-way through the slim fellow at her pussy came, flooding her inside with his pent-up youthful cum. Next up came the man in her mouth, who spilled his seed down her throat.

With just her ass being fucked Rachel was amazed to find herself exploding into orgasm from that stimulus alone. Her clenching ass muscles were enough to make the man groan and lose control, spurt after spurt hosing her intestines as the two came together.

They'd barely separated when Lana and Bert re-appeared, talking to Cecilia as she trailed them through the door.

Eyes wide in alarm Rachel was frozen until the man said, "Guys, cover." and the men around her blocked the three newcomers from view with a convincing display of industrious activity.

"Here," her assfucker said, tossing her a minidress. "No, silly, don't put it on, the cum will show through."

Rachel stared down at herself in dismay, noting the glistening fluids, white and clear, covering her front with astonishing quantities.

"Rub it in like suntan oil," he advised, and massaged the cum on her breasts, making her moan. "Now now, no more fun stuff, we don't want you fired."

The word 'fired' focussed her and Rachel rapidly swiped at the streaks of fluid, smearing it into her skin like a lotion until the tell-tale gleam of fluid could no longer be seen.

Her 'lover' took the dress as she worked and brought it over her head as she finished, earning a smile of gratitude from her. She noticed for the first time that he was a pretty cute guy in his early twenties and couldn't help but look his toned body up and down with appreciation.

"Were you lazy bums flirting with the talent again?" Bert growled, coming up to them. Rachel couldn't help but blush.

"Kyle?" he addressed the one who'd been in her ass, the 'instigator' of the incident. He just looked at Bert innocently and shrugged.

"Couldn't help myself, boss. She's like the sun and we're the planets circling her with awe."

Bert snorted. "Yeah well so long as you don't get burned," he growled, and motioned for Rachel to follow.

Conscious of the coating of sperm on her skin barely covered by the thin dress she trotted after Bert, casting one last look at Kyle, who mouthed 'later'. She found herself curiously pleased by the thought, but wondered what would happen next.