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.