It was one of the first times I had ventured out dressed as a girl. It was a warm, sunny June evening, and I dressed lightly, pulling only a short skirt and a low cut top over my sexy lace underwear. I had taken care of my make-up, light but a little provocative, with a very bright lipstick, and my hairstyle, to be as feminine as possible.At nightfall, I got on my bike and crossed the still lively streets to the citadel park, where the undergrowth served, in the evening, as meeting places for all kinds of people in search. of sexual relations. As for the parking lot, it was rather the straight swingers who used to meet, and a little further, behind the old stadium, a wood was traditionally used as a place for gay dating. After hesitating for a while, I tied my bicycle to a bench and sat at the entrance of a path giving access to the undergrowth, approximately halfway between the two areas, hoping to be visible enough to attract the guys passing through in one as in the other.Night had fallen and I was starting to shudder in the coolness that accompanied it when I heard footsteps approaching on the main alley, then saw a shadow moving towards me. A bald guy in his forties, shapeless Bermuda shorts and a little bun under his oversized t-shirt. He stood in front of me and asked me directly: "Do you suck?" I nodded. "Free?" I confirmed again. He put his hand on his fly while throwing me: "So get down on your knees, and pump bitch!" I didn't have to pray and I knelt in front of him to suck the cock he had quickly taken out and which quickly hardened between my lips. He grabbed me by the hair, giving me a steady pace, and as his cock moved back and forth between my lips and sank down my throat, he continued to call me a bitch and a whore while commenting on how I pumped and how many cocks I already had. swallow (what he was not completely wrong ...). He spoke to me in a low voice, but in the nocturnal calm of the place, that was enough to attract other guys I heard approaching, coming from both sides. Some were watching from afar, seeming to wonder if it was just flashing or if they could participate, others, more daring, began to form a circle around us, taking out their tails and wanking them. I was very excited, I felt my little cock stiffening against the lace of my thong. Without hesitation, I motioned for the closest one to approach to masturbate him while I continued to suck the first one. It was then that he unloaded in my mouth, filling it with a thick and abundant sperm that spilled over my chin and dripped down my cleavage.Time to swallow, and I was already pumping the second, which had a nice thick and long cock that I struggled a little to slide down my throat at first. When I finally got there, he held my head against his stomach for a moment, throwing at the others: "Damn, she's a good bitch!" Two more approached and guided my hands to their taut limbs that I jerked off while swallowing the big cock that filled my mouth all the way to the tonsils. On my knees with a cock in my mouth and one in each hand, feeling unknown fingers brushing against me and pinching my nipples, I felt particularly slutty. When Mr. Big Queue let me breathe a little, I made my greedy and I stuffed both cocks that I was wanking at the same time in the mouth, eliciting a new wave of exclamations and comments more or less vulgar. I didn't have to pump my two new cronies for a long time and they quickly spit their cum on my face. Then Mr. Big Cock came back to the charge determined ...

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