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.