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Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills	By : TheChemist Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 18761 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills Part 37
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Malia / Beacon Hills Lacrosse Team & Lydia/Greenberg
Codes: MF, Drinking, Oral, Public
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Teen Wolf, especially the characters Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Stiles, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Greenberg, Derek & Peter Hale
Summary: Season 4 Episode 9. Malia is pissed about Stiles keeping the info of Peter being her father from her. As payback, she gets drunk at the school’s bonfire and has a gangbang with his teammates.

Though she didn’t quite understand the full meaning of the phrase, Malia Tate was currently a hot mess. She understood the hot part because, well, the girl was a true stunner. Mile long legs that were toned and tanned, as well as an athletic and fit body. She had the face of a model and tits that were perky and extremely suckable. However, she was still devastated from Stiles keeping the information of who her father was from her, and since she spent the majority of her life as a coyote, she didn’t know how to cope.
This was how Malia found herself at the big school bonfire party, slamming back gulps of vodka from her flask as she danced to electronica music. With one hand holding the flask and the other running through her long blonde locks as she danced energetically, this is how the pack leader Scott McCall found the werecoyote as he walked through the party.
“Hey,” Scott greeted, earning himself a friendly smile from the girl. “What are you doing here?”
“Getting drunk,” the werecoyote replied with a barely-there slur. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to make sure no one gets hurt,” the alpha answered.
“That sounds fun too,” Malia quipped, apparently having learnt a thing or two about sarcastic replies from Lydia.
“I don't want to ruin your night or anything, but we kind of can't get drunk,” Scott informed her.
“What?” Malia asked, shocked.
“I think it has something to do with our healing. But, trust me, I've tried. You're not gonna
feel anything,” Scott explained to the girl who was still dancing, albeit with less energy now.
“Maybe you should tell him that,” Malia replied, pointing over to Liam, who was in the middle of spiking his pop with something from a brown paper bag.
“I just want to talk,” Scott said as he ignored Liam’s troublesome behavior for now. “We had our reasons. We didn't tell you about Peter…”
“To protect me,” Malia cut him off, already knowing what he’d say. “That's what Peter said you would say. And guess what he said next? That you were right. Does that surprise you?”
“No. It makes me wonder what he wants,” Scott replied. “Malia, we need to stay together. You, me, Stiles…”
“I don't want to talk about Stiles,” Malia replied, coming across more hurt than angry. However, it was at that moment that her head started to spin a little bit. Clearly Scott didn’t realize that werecoyotes may be capable of getting drunk, or at least buzzed. “I just want to dance. And get drunk.”
“Listen. I’m gonna go deal with Liam. Just…don’t do anything reckless. Alright?” Scott said before heading off in the direction of the beta wolf.
“Sure thing, dad,” Malia mocked her Alpha. “Oh wait. That’s Peter!”
If Scott heard the jibe then he chose to ignore it in his hunt for the immature Liam. Meanwhile, with the emotional wound reopened, Malia drank more and danced harder in a failing attempt to smother the hard feelings. However, that wasn’t working anymore. However, the idea of recklessness did get her juices pumping, and a recent movie gave her inspiration.
As Malia continued bouncing to the beat, her head was now on a swivel, searching through the crowd. Identifying members of the lacrosse team were easy since they were all in jerseys as this was their start-of-season bonfire. The only problem was that they were all spread out across the square so she went into animal mode and found the closest thing they’d have to a leader besides Scott.
“Hey! Greenburg!” Malia shouted over the music.
“It’s Melissa, right?” Greenburg asked, surprised the gorgeous girl was talking to him since she’d never so much as looked at him before.
“Malia,” the werecoyote corrected him with annoyance. “Listen. Gather up as many of your smelly little friends that play lacrosse with Stiles and meet me in the locker room.”
“What? Seriously? Why? Aren’t you two, like, together,” the shocked boy asked.
“Not anymore. The asshole lied to me. So now I’m going to suck off as many as his teammates as possible. Understand?” Malia asked.
Dumbfounded, all Greenburg could manage was a nod of his head before he set about the task the gorgeous girl had given him. As he did the rounding up of young, able-bodied men, Malia slipped into the crowd, avoiding Scott’s gaze as he continued to help Liam. Within minutes, Malia was entering the boy’s locker room and giving herself a little tour. It was cut short then her nose picked up about a dozen different scents before he keen ears heard the door push open and the same amount of sets of feet walk on the tiled floor.
“Took you long enough,” Malia said, waiting for them in the middle of the locker room.
“You should probably strip out of those clothes, beautiful,” one of the lacrosse players called out.
“Yeah! Get naked,” another boy shouted, likely the alcohol in his system making him braver in front of the intimidating but gorgeous girl.
“Sure.” Malia answered with a shrug of her shoulders.
Having opted to wear a green dress that more resembled an oversized tee-shirt, Malia reached down and pulled the hem of the dress up over her head. She tossed it aside before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra, letting her medium-sized and extremely perky tits come into sight.
“Nice tits!” Someone yelled before another added. “Panties next.”
Obviously comfortable with her nudity, Malia had no qualms with pulling down her panties and exposing her pussy to the crowd. Despite not knowing much about grooming habits due to her decade as a werecoyote, Malia knew that Stiles loved when she shaved her snatch bald, and she just got into the habit despite their break-up.
“Holy God,” another shout came. “She’s fucking stunning,” another added.
“So…um…now what?” Greenburg asked, knowing that she’d mentioned blowjobs earlier but didn’t exactly want to push it and risk fumbling the situation while at the goalline.
“Now I suck you all dry, duh,” Malia answered as if the boy was the dumbest kid alive.
“You should probably move it into the shower,” a familiar voice called out. As all the boys, and Malia averted their eyes to the entrance of the locker room, they found Lydia Martin. “After all, there is going to be a lot of fluid so it’ll be much easier to clean up after.”
“Lydia? What are you doing here,” Malia shouted across the room to her sort-of friend.
“Scott called me. Asked me to check on you but I see that you have things well in hand,” Lydia replied as she eyed each of the dozen lacrosse players in the room. “Gotta admit, not even I’ve taken on double digit boys at one time.”
“What about your birthday party last year,” Greenberg reminded her. “Wasn’t it like 30 dudes?”
“Touche…but Allison was there to help so I can’t take full credit,” the redhead smiled fondly about that memory of taking on that many guys at one time. “Anyways, shower. Go…and strip boys.”
“You aren’t here to shut this down?” Malia asked as Lydia walked through the mass of boys who were in the midst of stripping naked in order to get in front of the werecoyote.
“I said I’d keep an eye on you,” the redhead told the leggy girl. “And I plan on watching every second of this blowbang.”
"Well...umm...just shut up and stay out of the way," the werecoyote replied.
Though the arrival of the Banshee was a shock, Malia recovered quickly enough and entered the shower. It was a massive space, easily able to fit the two girls and a dozen lacrosse players, who had all joined her inside. In fact, all of the boys were eyeing her like they were lions and she was a wounded gazelle.
“I think they want you on your knees now,” Lydia whispered to her friend. “You did promise them a blowbang, remember?”
“It’s not too late for you to join Malia down on the ground,” Greenberg said to the redhead.
"Yeah I'd love to paste that pretty face of yours with my cum," added another of the players with long hair.
"Mmmm tempting but I'll pass," Lydia replied to the offer. "After all, this is Malia’s rebellious act of revenge"
While the boys undid their pants in preparation, Lydia moved closer to her friend in order to speak right into her ear. "Ok I'll be short and sweet since we don't have time. Listen, this can be intimidating but don't let it faze you. It's a lot of cocks to go around but just focus on the one in front of you. When you get more comfortable then use your hands to stroke two others.”
"Can't be surprised that you have done something like this," Malia commented.
"Shut up, I'm not done. Lastly, if you need help I'm right there. Give me a sign and I step in and help," Lydia added.
Having noted that the team was ready to go, Lydia stepped out of the line of fire, allowing the 12 naked boys to form a circle around her kneeling friend. Lydia barely caught the start of the action as the pack of horny animals didn't exactly wait patiently. Taking in their faces, Lydia noted that most of the boys were assholes, so she knew that Malia was going to be in for a rough ride. Then again, Malia was looking to get revenge so being sexed up in the more degrading fashion was likely what she wanted. Plus, she was a werecoyote so should easily be able to handle a dozen horny teenagers.
It was only 5 minutes in and Malia seemed on the verge of being overrun with cock. However, as Lydia watched her gulping down dick after dick, she was able to keep up, much to the Banshee's surprise and delight. It took a lot of effort but the slender werecoyote was accomplishing the task. No one had cum yet, it was too soon for that after all, but she wasn't overwhelmed yet, something that was truly remarkable.
"So much cock," Malia huffed before swallowing down the next one presented to her.
"You're doing phenomenal Malia," Lydia told her honestly.
"That's because she's a slut, and Stiles has been hogging her for too long,” the boy currently being sucked off shouted, earning him a cheer from some of the others.
There were 12 cocks to go around and amazingly Malia was able to give each one attention. While her mouth was always bobbing on a penis, each of her hands were also on cocks, pumping their length. After a good 30 seconds of sucking one dick she would quickly move on so that everyone had a turn.
“What a natural,” Lydia commented, a large smile plastered on her beautiful face.
Lydia’s bright green eyes never left the action occurring in the shower of the men’s locker room. With each passing minute, the fully clothed redhead couldn't help but be thoroughly impressed by the werecoyote. Malia's supernatural athleticism was proving to be a real asset as the dynamo cycled through the lacrosse team with ease and a look on her face that showed that she was enjoying herself.
It was at this point that Lydia caught one of the boys edging his way to the front of the tight circle enclosing the long-legged beauty. Given his urgency, his contorted face and the rapid stroking of his good-sized cock, Lydia assumed he was going to be the one to christen Malia's face with his spunk.
"Oh yeah, open your pretty mouth," the boy grunted.
His grunts were primal and coming in quick succession as he pumped his cock furiously with his fist. Finally the moment of release was upon him and he aimed his tip directly at the wide "O" Malia's lips had made. From only an inch away it was impossible for the athlete to miss, though some strands of cum still made its way onto the slender girl's forehead and cheekbone.
“First blood,” Lydia quipped.
Malia knew what was expected of her so she did an exaggerated motion of swallowing down the salty offering he presented her with. After having the cum slide down her throat and deposit it in her stomach, Malia opened her mouth again and stuck out her tongue, showing the boys none remained in her mouth. The boy who had just spent himself took advantage of the pose by gripping his cock around the base and smacking it down hard on her tongue, the contact making a wet slapping noise.
“Not bad but Stiles' spunk was tastier,” Malia commented before giving the boy’s tip a final suck, being sure all the cum was extracted.
After allowing the boy to retreat away from the main group, Malia bounced between a smaller pack of four men, always servicing three of them while the other got to watch and stroke off. The other boys not in the circle were okay with the lack of time with Malia as they knew it would be their turn soon enough.
"Fuck I'm close," a big defenders on the team groaned.
"Cum for me," Malia pleaded with her biggest eyes she could make.
Running on instinct, Malia didn't think twice about it. She pulled her right hand off of the cock she was beating to her side and gripped it around the guy’s tool. She began pumping her tight but not too tight fist up and down his shaft as he continued to moan fairly audibly.
"Oh shit...here it comes," the tall man announced.
The words flew out of his mouth at the same time his cock erupted and cum began rocketing out of his slit. Her arm was no longer beating his pole in a straight line so the cum flew everywhere, decorating her face with streaks of white to her nose, cheeks and even some landing in her long blonde hair.
"God you're already covered," Lydia observed. "And there is still so much more cum coming."
"You want my cum," the next guy asked rhetorically.
“Oh course. It’s why I invited you all here and have your dick in my hand,” Malia answered with her typical blunt honesty.
"How about mine too," another boy added.
Lydia watched as Malia shifted so she was in the middle of the two teammates. As the two boys beat their own poles, Malia alternated between giving quick sucks to each of their tips. She did this while she fondled each of their nuts expertly with her hands, rolling each testicle with her skilled fingers. The combination of the balls, shaft and tip being stimulated was easily enough to drive both boys to blow their loads.
"Fuck," one grunted.
Malia didn't react in time as she guessed the other man would grant her his spunk first. Stiles’ teammate named Steve shot his cum and splashed across Malia's right cheek and upper lip. She turned to face him head on and took the second blast on her nose and eyelashes before he directed the rest onto her forehead.
"Oh yes," the other guy groaned.
It was a similar situation where the words were immediately preceded by the cumshot. Malia didn't have time to turn towards him either in time as the first few squirts landed on her opposite cheeks, ear and forehead. She turned to him in time for the last few smaller blasts, which were aimed in her mouth which she gladly swallowed again.
"You have something for me," Malia asked as a big burly guy stormed towards her.
The big man had finally gotten to the front of the line and had his cock in Malia's mouth, who even though she had been sucking dick for minutes on end, still seemed to have energy. Knowing that he was close, Malia stayed with him while her two hands reached out and clutched the two closest meat poles to her and stroked them.
After a good couple minutes of one-on-one time with her mouth, Malia still hadn't received her gooey reward. Knowing that there was more dick to please than just one guy, she moved on to the next one, taking his grateful cock between her lips. It didn't seem to phase the big man very much, as he stayed close by to Malia but stroked himself off.
"Ughhhh...fuck," the boy screamed.
The big man was a bit strange in Lydia's opinion. As she watched him prepare to cum onto her gorgeous friend, the curvy Banshee couldn't help but think how rare it was to hear a man yell that loudly and theatrically when he was having an orgasm. What also struck her as different was the way he moved in closer to Malia so that his beating cock was aimed almost straight up in the air, directly above her face.
"Oh I get it now," Lydia murmured.
The big defender’s actions became clear to Lydia when he started to cum. Unlike most of his teammates, the big man's jizz didn't come firing out horizontally from his cock with a force behind it. Instead he was the opposite; his white goo came spewing out of his tip but simply dribbled off his head and dripped down in a large volume onto Malia's face. The extra distance the goo had to travel made it splurt against her skin with loud slapping noise, causing the cum to spread out to cover her entire face.
"Holy moly that was a lot of cum," Malia commented.
"What do you say Lydia, how about you take my cum," Greenberg asked her.
Lydia had been so focused on catching all the action involving her friend that she didn't notice the tall, extremely handsome man approach her. He had a well sculpted body from years in the gym and his cock was beautiful as he lightly stroked it, keeping it hard. It was no masterpiece like some of the others she’d slept with, but still, Greenberg should be proud of what he had swinging between his legs.
"Sorry. I’m not into boys anymore. Only men for me," she replied, though her green eyes did linger for a lengthy time on his dick.
"Didn’t you fool around with that freshman psycho Liam only a few weeks back?” Greenberg replied, deciding to take a chance by squeezing her insanely thick ass through her skirt.
"Well that was for a purpose, meanwhile fucking you would get me nothing and help no one so I’ll pass," Lydia reasoned, though neither stopped staring at his cock, nor stopped his hand from groping her admittedly spectacular booty..
"How about head? It's not really sex," Greenberg tried one last attempt.
Though Lydia said she was done with high school boys after every time she slept with one, the reality was she always kept going back for more. They were just so convenient, and she was an extremely horny girl. And her hormones were at their peak right now after having watched Malia choked down cock after cock and not having any to herself..
“Come on, Lydia. You know you want some cock,” Greenberg continued to press, sensing that she was so close to being convinced. “Watching Malia suck all these dicks has you so horny, doesn’t it? And don’t you want to show us boys who the real blowjob queen of Beacon Hills is?”
“Hitting me with vanity. Well done,” Lydia replied, both of them knowing she was on board.
"Then get on your knees and blow me," he commanded, having a feeling she’d respond with a more stern hand.
Lydia didn't exactly need instructions as she was already fully accepting of blowing the high schooler. She was kneeling on the tiled floor of the shower in no time, being sure to stay out of the way of the pack still circling Malia. She wasted no time in getting started, opening her mouth wide and taking him inside.
"I’m assuming there has been lots of locker room talk about me and my abilities?" Lydia asked him after spending the first minute of her blowjob getting warmed up.
"I've heard many things about you sexually," he said, groaning as she sucked his nuts as he spoke. "From the way everyone talks, you’re sex skills are legendary."
"What about my blowjobs," she said, taking his other nut between her lips.
"Your deep-throating stories are well recited in the dressing room," Greenberg replied.
"Good. Just wanted to make sure you boys had your facts straight," she smiled.
Lydia gave his cock a long lick from his base all the way to the tip then planted a soft kiss to the pee slit. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she moved her head forward. Though Greenberg could feel his cock entering her warm mouth he still looked down to take in the action.
He watched and felt as his bulbous head touched the back of her throat. It was usually at this point most girls coughed a little bit then rapidly withdrew his dick from their mouth, but not Lydia. The Banshee kept moving forward until his tip slipped into the tight confines of her throat. She continued to drive more meat into her mouth until her cute nose was buried in his trimmed pubic hair and her lips were wrapped around the very end of his pole.
"Sweet Mother of God," was all Greenberg could groan.
Meanwhile, only 10 feet further into the shower, Malia had another 2 boys cum on her face while Lydia was helping herself and was on the verge of finishing another of her conquests. This time when he informed the beautiful werecoyote that he was close, she pushed his hands away from his tool rather than just sit and wait.
"You gonna cum for me," Malia asked, looking her cum-drenched eyes into his.
"So badly," he moaned.
Not delaying any further, Malia enclosed both her hands over the man's lengthy tool. Using both fists at the same time, she repeatedly flexed her elbows to pull him towards his orgasm. The skinny boy on the receiving end of the double handjob, looked down as the move made her small but oh-so-perky tits bounce continuously.
"Shiiittt," the gangly man swore.
The 7th load of cum now crossed the short distance between his tip and her beautiful face. Malia closed her eyes just in time as the jizz smacked against her skin, bathing her in the baby batter. She could feel the force of the liquid coating the bridge of her nose and the back of her eyelids, which would make it difficult to open her eyes in the future.
Back on the other side of the tiled room was full of gurgling noises as Lydia was giving one hell of a blowjob to Greenberg. The talented redhead had gone from slowly and methodically taking his entire cock into her throat to ramping up the speed greatly.
"Fuck yes, take that cock," Greenberg swore as he pushed his hips forward.
The oral sex had shifted from Lydia having full control to being a 50-50 split to now being fully in Greenberg's court. His monstrous fist was gripped tightly around her long red hair, holding her firmly in his control. He was dictating how fast and how much of his pole she was taking into her throat, which was all of it at a crazy fast pace.
Unlike Malia, Lydia hadn’t gotten undressed, which did alter how she had to handle her dick-sucking antics. That and she needed to go home right after the bonfire, so she couldn't afford to be messy. The hair would be a quick fix but she couldn't have drool all over her nice dress she made herself. She was still able to give the man a sloppy wet blowjob, but she had to spend a considerable amount of focus to continuously slurp back her own spit.
"Fuck I'm close. Tell me...tell me what you want," Greenberg groaned through strained eyes.
"Your cum...give me your cum," Lydia begged, loving the taste and how cum felt on her tongue.
"Then take it," he spat.
Greenberg drove his cock deep into her mouth one last time, savoring the feeling of her lips around the base of his cock while her throat tightly squeezed his organ. Not only savoring the feel, the lucky boy also looked down and engrained the sight of Lydia Martin kneeling before him, her nose buried in his pubes as every inch of his manhood was buried in her throat. Unable to hold out a second longer, Greenberg allowed himself to cum the first squirt in this position, looking down to watch her body reflexively recoil in surprise.
"Gglllck," Lydia choked but held the cum down.
After that Greenberg withdrew from her throat and rested the tip of his member right on her tongue. His cum came dribbling out into her mouth, smothering her taste buds in his salty goo. After what felt like forever but in reality was 10 seconds, his balls were drained completely and a large load of cum rested on her tongue.
"Mmmm," Lydia cooed, swallowing the entire load in one big gulp. “God, that hit the spot.”
She looked sideways and saw that Greenberg was practically out on his feet as he stayed rooted to the place he had shot cum into her mouth over a minute ago. Looking back across the shower, Malia was thoroughly drenched in cum on her face at this point. Currently, 8 boys had already cum, 7 onto the high school girl's flawless skin and one down Lydia's throat. The majority of the white sticky goo was emptied onto Malia's pretty face, though a good amount was clumped in her hair, dribbling down her neck and some had even made it onto her perky tits.
Currently Malia was sucking off one of the smaller boys on the team, one of the attackers who typically rode the bench. Malia had changed her technique while Lydia was blowing Greenberg, now adopting a style where she held her two hands together forming one large fist around his meaty pole and had her lips pressed fairly tightly right behind them.
"Oh yeah...let me fuck your face," the short player groaned.
Though it wasn't exactly like the facefucking that Lydia had experienced at the hands of Greenberg due to Malia’s hand around his cock stopping him from pushing too deep into her throat. As things were, the short boy was heaving his narrow hips towards her to drive his tool between her lips as she made loud slurping noises.
"You're close, aren't you," Malia stated, feeling his cock start to tremble.
Malia quickly returned him to her mouth and allowed him to push himself over the edge using her hands and mouth in combination. His hips continued to fuck into her and Malia only moved her lips from his cock when she felt the first blast of cum smack the back of her throat. She moved her head back so that she could take the rest of his population pudding to her face, as per her initial instructions.
"Beautiful," the fully clothed Lydia commented.
“Shit…fuck…God,” Lydia heard another boy shout.
The colorful language came from a muscular midfielder of above average height to the immediate right of the kneeling form of Malia Tate. The slender girl had been giving his hog a lot of attention throughout the blowbang, likely due to Malia having a physical attraction towards the handsome and ripped lacrosse player.
"You got your cum ready for me," Malia asked, fully embracing her role in this scenario.
Though she didn't have the most sexual experience in the world, the werecoyote was smart enough to deduce that the boy was close. Facing him head on, she bobbed her head towards his cock, which he was stroking furiously. Though his eyes were mostly closed, he saw her approach so narrowed his jacking off to just the half of his tool closest to his body. This allowed the cum-covered girl to get her well-used lips wrapped around his bulbous head and apply suction, literally trying to suck the jizz from his nuts.
"Shit...yeah...just like that," the man cried, getting closer.
The multi-tasking Malia didn't have her attention solely on the midfielder though. Another of his teammates, a much taller but leaner sophomore had moved closer. Lydia had only remembered seeing him occasionally throughout the shower room blowbang, his personality being an introvert explaining that though. But now that the crowd had thinned out he had moved to Malia's immediate left, ready for more action.
Lydia was about to speak up and tell Malia about the man that had moved closer to her but the werecoyote was already on it. Her left arm shot out in a slow manner, her hand first cupping his balls and allowing her fingers to gently roll the full sack.
"Sweet Jesus," the shy player groaned.
The cum-soaked girl felt that the midfielder had enjoyed enough of her time, plus he seemed happy to rub his own orgasm out, so she removed her talented mouth away from his tool. Her jaw wasn't shut for very long though, as she pivoted 90 degrees on her knees so she was directly in front of her next conquest, parted her lips and took the introverted player into her wet warmth.
"So good," the shy boy grunted in approval.
"Oh yeah...play with my nuts," the muscular midfielder applauded from her other side.
Malia hadn't forgotten about him as he stood beating his cock with his tip aimed at her face so she reached her right hand to fondle his balls, a maneuver that apparently was well received.
"Who will come first," Lydia thought aloud.
To make sure she didn't miss any of the action, the redhead with huge tits kept darting her eyes between both boys and the kneeling Malia in the same frame. Lydia had her answer within minutes as finally the midfielder reared his head back and his hand went still for the first time in a long while.
"Oh yes...here it is," he said with a scrunched up face.
Malia didn't have time to look at him. Instead she went on with her business of blowing the introvert. She felt the first of his streaks splash across her right cheekbone causing the gooey juice to splatter in the vicinity. The second and third jets of cum were directed higher, smacking her around her right eye socket and her forehead, which was a common destination for what was her 10th load of jizz in the hour she'd been working over the selected members of her new football team.
"Impressive load," Lydia commented slack-jawed.
"Thanks," the exhausted boy replied.
To her extreme credit, the cumshot that had covered the top half of the right side of her face and eye didn't seem to faze Malia too much. All while she was being splattered in the baby batter, Malia continued to blow the introverted footballer in front of her, albeit slowing down to allow the midfielder to hit his target.
"You're amazing," the shy boy complimented as Malia stroked his slim but long cock with her lips.
"You're so sweet, but less compliments and more cum," the assertive werecoyote ordered.
The combination of her good oral skills, one-on-one attention and the sluttiness of her words seemed to push the boy over the edge. Though he was in the thralls of possibly his best ever orgasm, he still had the wherewithal to remember that tonight was about coating the girl's pretty face in as much cum as possible.
"Ughhh...yessss," the boy exclaimed.
He backed up just enough to pull his entire tool away from Malia's mouth and took aim at her face. His eyes were clamped shut but most of his load found the target apart from a stray blast that jetted onto the kneeling girl's neck and dribbled down onto one of her adorable breasts.
"Wow. That was a lot of cum," Malia commented, noting the fresh load decorating her lips, jaw and chin.
"It really was. Good job stud," Lydia celebrated.
"Is that everyone," Malia asked in a mixture of eagerness and disappointment.
"12 pop shots and still begging for more," a semi-flaccid Greenberg commented while his hands softly kneaded Lydia's ass through the silky material of her dress.
“I think I need to shower now,” Malia commented as she couldn’t even open her eyes anymore due to them effectively being pasted shut.
“You heard her, boys. Let’s give the girl some privacy,” Lydia said before ushering the lacrosse players from the dressing room.
“Hey Lydia,” Malia called out as she got to her feet. “Thanks for having my back.”
“No problem,” the redhead replied before leaving the werecoyote to have her well-earned shower.
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