Beth Visits Austin

Suggestions were shouted, but there was a clear preference.

"Okay, on my face," I announced, setting off more shouts.

I told him, smiling and happy, "Go ahead. Come on my face."

I tilted my head back, mouth open, tongue out.

With an intense look, he supplied the final few strokes to generate a big splash across my forehead. I rubbed it all over my face, then moved closer, taking his cock in my mouth to get every drop.

"Who's next?" I asked, licking my fingers daintily.

Everyone wanted something as I sat there, dripping cum.

"Okay, let's do it," was all I had to say.

Two men helped me down off the bar and carried me over to one of the couches where they placed me on my back. A line formed to spray me, bukkake style. I coaxed the men by playing with my tits and pussy, displaying every whorish act I could think of while welcoming them to do anything they wanted.

I was splashed with cum in the face by five or six more guys who jacked off on me one after another in rapid succession. Others aimed for my body, tits especially, but pussy, belly and wherever.

I made no effort to clean up. I just let their cum coat me, playing with it as I used my hands to spread it around. I was a pig in cum and my men loved it.

When the bukkake was finished, the men walked away laughing, exchanging high-fives. They were replaced by guys who wanted to fuck me or be sucked off. The first one brought his erection to my mouth. While I sucked the cum out of him, my pussy was invaded by a fresh beer bottle, used as a dildo in my slippery hole. The bottle was followed by one cock after another, from men who loved to fuck me while watching the cocks filling my mouth.

I was feeling really good by then, super aroused and in the moment. I tried to keep focus on the cocksucking, working with my lips, tongue, and sometimes hands, but the dicks pumping in my cunt were very distracting. I began gasping with excitement and had to take a moment to complete a heart pounding, whimpering orgasm.

When I went back to work with my mouth, that guy came immediately, probably excited by my orgasm. I blew cum bubbles then swallowed.

Men wanted every variety of action a woman could provide and I was happy to do it all, as often as they wanted it. On that couch, I sucked off at least a dozen or more, fucked just as many in my cunt and ass, plus took cum shots all over. My energy stayed high, my arousal was extreme. The more I got the more I wanted.

A thirty-man gangbang was huge compared to my past experiences, but as the party ramped up and I took them on, it all went very quickly. The dozens of men turned out to be pretty easy to satisfy. All they wanted was some help getting off. I had no problem doing everything I was asked to do and it made me very happy to do it.

Two men requested a DP, double penetration. I never did that before, but the guys steered me, going slowly to ease into me. There are different ways but in this case I started in the Missionary Position with the first man, then we rolled over so he was on his back, me on top. We kept fucking with my ass up in the air where the second man could enter me. It was easy because both men were longer than average and we used lots of lube.

We humped, squirmed and wiggled so I could feel both cocks inside me, a delicious new sensation. We got applause from a cheering section circled around us as the top man came inside me. He withdrew, quickly replaced by another anal fan who kept the game going. When bottom man came in my pussy, he slithered out so his place could be taken over by a fresh hard-on. It was pretty smooth and I loved the feelings I got from it. The excitement was heightened by the men cheering, laughing, and spraying beer on us.

During the party, many of the men were stimulated to come two, three or even four times. They were able to come, then recover their erections by watching what I was enjoying with others.

My favorite was when I sat on the carpet, legs folded, head back, mouth open for a line of men who wanted to jerk off directly into my mouth, to see how much I could hold. Watching me take all that cum brought more men into the line even if they had already climaxed earlier. I was shivering with arousal because the whole thing was so filthy dirty.

As they squirted cum onto my tongue, I used my hands on my pussy, pleasuring myself to service my arousal and to energize the guys. I think I was holding around fifteen ejaculations in my mouth when I had an orgasm. In the spasms of the climax I couldn't hold all the cum. Copious amounts spilled out, dripped off my chin, and made a mess all the way down. My loyal fans created a big victory celebration, called me the greatest cumslut ever, and doused me in champagne. I delighted them by using the champagne bottle to make myself come again.

As the party went on, every part of me that was capable of reacting was maxed out. My senses were distorted and I was incoherent about time and place. I was sweating and tingling. My holes dripped cum mixed with my own juices. My skin was flushed scarlet and covered with goosebumps under my coating of cum.

Of course, I smelled like musky sweat, booze, my own pussy, and cum. I liked that. It was intensely erotic. The men seemed to like it too. It was messy, but they were hooked on me at a deep level.

On my hands and knees, I had a great time taking cocks in back while cum shots wet my face and filled my mouth. Cum slithered down my thighs and leaked from my lips. Men rotated between giving it to me and standing around the action clapping, cheering, and commenting on how sexy/slutty I looked doing it.

At a pause, I swallowed more cum and gargled with champagne, spitting it out down my front, rubbing it on my tits and belly.

Looking around the circle, I asked, "Any of you real men come four times already?"

Three men raised their hands.

"Well, if you want to make it five times, I'm your girl," I offered.

To my delight, one of the men stepped right up. On my knees, I sucked him, licked him, deep throated him, pumped him, and anything else I could think of until he reached the goal, his fifth ejaculation of the night in my waiting mouth.

I smiled and giggled as I stuck out my tongue to show his cum still there. I let some leak out, dripping off my chin, onto my breasts.

Lots of high fives and back slapping recognized the achievement. I stood and held his arm in the air.

"Epic win! Five times! Awesome!"

"How about you?" came a cry from the audience.

"Me what?" I questioned.

"How many orgasms? We've seen you get off, but what's your count?"

"I don't keep track, but I've had a lot," I replied. "You guys have been amazing. I should thank you for the unbelievable climaxes."

I twirled around, throwing kisses to the men who responded in kind.

"Hey, cum face. Want another one?" someone shouted.

"Okay, smooth talker. Bring it."

A strong looking, attractive man stepped up and directed me to lay on the bed. He held onto my waist as he lowered his head between my open legs, spread me more open, and began to lick my cum soaked slit. Then his tongue found my engorged little knob.

I zoned out, caressing, squeezing and tweaking my boobs as the exquisite feelings expanded from my clit under the expert tonguing of that lover. I panted frantically and arched my body, squeezing his head between my thighs. I was further excited by the splashes of cum from men jerking off on me while the clit flogging went onward and upward.

My whole body clenched, I screeched, and an electric wave passed over me, radiating from my clit all the way to my head and toes as the pleasure of orgasm exploded out of me, a full scale maxi-climax to add to the others, large and small, already clocked that evening. I heard the clapping and yells, shouts of approval, although they sounded distant.

As I relaxed into the afterglow, I heard, "Gwendolyn, open your mouth."

I did so, keeping my eyes shut. I could hear the fapping sounds. In a moment pools of warm cum settled on my tongue, a fine ending for that wonderful orgasm.

After that, there were still more men who wanted to fuck me or have me suck them off. I kept going as long as there were requests. I teased cum out of men who were sure they were through.

When there were no more, Jason appeared and asked for a round of applause for me in appreciation. The roar was very impressive. I felt good. Some of the men hugged me despite my slimy condition. They were no longer strangers.

Jason took me to a private changing room and unlocked the door. "When you're ready, Jimmy will have a ride for you out front. And, Gwendolyn?"

"Yes?"

"You were awesome!"

I used the shower, removing layers of cum, booze, and assorted other substances from my skin and hair. I think Jason watched me awhile, but when I got out he was gone.

My dress was folded on a chair, but the panties had disappeared. There was a little plastic bag with a hair brush and other essentials that helped immensely at that moment.

An envelope contained my check as well as a note from Grady. He congratulated me for a "breakthrough performance" and noted that The Pit had paid my hotel bill, a bonus. I was welcome back anytime. "Just call and I'll arrange it," his note concluded.

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The Pit provided a limo to take me back to my hotel. I rested deeply in the soft leather seat, my head back, my hands relaxed in my lap. I was exhausted but filled with an incredibly serene glow. The party was better than I ever could have dreamed. My fantasies lacked imagination compared to the night's reality. I simply hadn't known the deep ways I could be totally energized sexually by an uninhibited gangbang.

For hours, I had been hyper-stimulated everywhere that I had erogenous potential. Climax after climax had rolled over me. I had screamed, cried, twisted, humped and flung myself about. Dozens of strangers did whatever they wished with my full participation. I made them happy with my easy acceptance of their desires while they drove me further and further into my own sexual frenzy.

There was no way to describe what that experience was like; it had to be lived. In the end, I had no words, no concepts, just feelings, immense feelings. And no regrets. Oh no, quite the opposite.

When I got back to my hotel room, I soaked in the tub then showered with the needle spray. In bed I immediately slept, remaining there for many untroubled, dreamless hours.

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Mid-day on Sunday, I went to the hotel spa for a head to toe massage and organic deep pore face cleansing. Afterward I was restored and ready to return to Chicago. Late afternoon, I took a taxi to the airport.

I was going back to my regular life, but nothing would ever be the same.

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