A Hotwife’s First Glory Hole Experience free porn video

My name is Katie and I like group sex. There is no doubt in my mind that because my first sexual experience was with four guys, it set the tone for all of my future sex life. It began when I first started college, lonely and insecure, and I met these four nice guys my age. We hung out and once in a while we’d skip class and drive around in George’s big old four-door sedan cruiser.

Things got more progressively friendly. One day we parked at this secluded spot and I was sitting in the back seat with my feet out the car door. We were all nervous and they were so awkward and cute as they leaned in to kiss me. After some kissing and teasing, they encouraged me to take my top off and show them my tits.

Now I’d always been a super-shy girl, but I knew guys liked ogling my boobs. I had a great figure and these 36DD firm and perky breasts that only I had ever played with. It felt so very good when each of them reached in and gave me some squeezes and rubs, and tweaked my diamond hard nipples.

I could see the growing bulges in their pants, but honestly had no idea about male genitalia other than sex-ed classes. They picked up on my curiosity and soon their pants were all off. There were obvious outlines of sizable objects in their underwear, and I wanted to see more.

George pulled off his boxers and for the first time, I feasted my virgin eyes on a penis. It totally impressed me and I got goose bumps. He came closer and I reached out and touched his erection. It felt so smooth yet so hard, and that supple purplish tip truly astounded me.

He taught me how to stroke it and then to reach under and massage his balls. I had no idea what to expect and I was absolutely mesmerized! I couldn’t stop smiling and I think I squealed in glee when his semen erupted and blasted through the air onto my bare breasts. I orgasmed in my pants.

I was squirming with excitement and continued stroking until his orgasm was clearly over. I had a few dribbles of his white fluid on my hand and I could feel his hardness begin to relax as he slowly softened. It was a real eye-opening, special moment. I was trembling.

Then the next guy came forward, pulled off his shorts and offered me his erection. I stroked it and although it felt very similar, I remember being fascinated by the subtle differences. He suggested I suck it. I didn’t know how, but I started by licking the tip and it tickled my tongue. Then I instinctively wet my lips and slid them over that beautiful bulbous head. I’ll never forget the feeling of having that first hard, throbbing cock in my mouth.

He told me to move my head back and forth, and I could feel the smooth skin of his long shaft as it slid through my lips. I used my tongue to caress and lick the tip. I held the base of his dick with one hand and explored his balls with the other. I got a rhythm going and stroked him in and out of my mouth. Very soon I felt him get even harder, and his muscles tensed, and he released a huge stream of hot semen into my mouth.

I gagged and coughed and thought I was going to drown. I pulled him out and he shot a few more jets of white cum onto my face and boobs. I’d made a mess of things but I loved that I had made another guy orgasm and smiled at the empowered feeling that it gave me. Not much of his juice had stayed in my mouth, but some had so as I stroked him to feel things softening, I savored the flavor, swishing it around before I swallowed it. I decided then and there that I loved cum, and I orgasmed again.

Guy number three took his place. Again, so slightly yet uniquely different, both cock and balls, and the variety intrigued me. I stroked and I sucked and I did better. I knew what to expect when he got super rigid and then ejaculated. I happily accepted his load in my mouth with barely a drop missed. Yes, another frantic orgasm on my part.

Number four stepped up. I stroked and squeezed and sucked until he fired his juicy goo into my mouth, and I caught every drop. My panties were soaked and I figured I was getting pretty good at this. They were certainly enjoying it and I was loving it.

Sucking a cock, feeling the hardness, then enjoying the pulsing release of jets of pressurized cum… this was the best day of my life.

All four of them had ejaculated so I assumed the fun was over. I found a tissue to wipe my face and boobs, then reached for my bra, planning to get dressed. George stepped back in front of me, asking what I was doing. He had sprouted another full erection. I smiled up at him then grabbed on and sucked it hard. He lasted a little longer, but not much, and soon I had another tasty mouthful of college boy juice. Yes, I orgasmed.

I had no idea if this was normal. I figured a guy came then went. I didn’t know they’d get hard again so quickly. They did, and I discovered that eighteen or nineteen-year-old guys can come repeatedly. It was fucking awesome. I didn’t want this to stop. The new feeling that consumed me was powerful and fantastic. Over the next hour or so I sucked off all four of them over and over until they couldn’t ejaculate anymore. My panties were a soaking fucking mess.

They joked around and teased me on the way back to the campus. I mostly ignored them as I was happily reliving the experience. Feeling that first erection thrilled me, but I’d certainly never really considered oral sex.

I replayed each of their amazing orgasms in my head. The way they came so quickly the first time around, then took a little longer with each subsequent turn. The way each hard cock responded to my touch and reacted to my mouth, and the subtle differences in their equipment and the taste of their semen.

That was the day I learned how to suck and love cock. I was already craving more.

I was amazed at how soft it feels even though it is so hard… how its skin feels smooth, luxurious and velvety. The most amazing aspect to me was how powerfully sexual it made me feel. I had the power to make a guy go crazy with pleasure, to make him think about only my mouth on his cock, to take him right to the edge where his only thought was his orgasm. Then to feel how he would get so extra hard, his dick would pulse and I got to receive jets of his semen as it spurted into my mouth!

It empowered me when I used my newly discovered talents to take these guys all the way to a time-stopping orgasm, to feel the pulsations of that surging cock, and to swallow the warm, creamy juice.

I fucking loved it and I have no idea how many times I orgasmed, but it was fantastic. That day set the tone for the entire remainder of my life.

Over the next two years of college, those four guys and I got together a couple of times a week. I learned to deepthroat, and soon I gave them my virginity and they started fucking me. I could count on my four boyfriends for a nice recurring suck and fuck gangbang. Some weekends I found other similar things to do with different guys, but that’s another story.

That became my idea of a relationship, and it was so hot! I was simply in love with cocks, and lots of cum. I loved the feel of a hard cock in my mouth, enjoying the sensation of power it gave me, then making it ejaculate and swallowing every last drop.

Shortly after college, I learned to switch suck two guys at once, then tried a four-cock switch suck. It was so amazing and the first time two guys shot their glorious hot cum loads in my mouth at the same time was fucking spectacular. I orgasmed so intensely that I nearly passed out.

Right around then I met my husband to be. It was the first time that I loved a guy and not just his cock. Before long we got into group sex and we’ve had an incredible journey of hedonistic fun ever since. I guess the thought of me having so much fun inspired him and he’s been very supportive of my needs.

I’m forty-two now and still look knock-out great in a bikini. I have no problem attracting the guys, and I’ve developed a real appetite for pussy too.

Then from watching movies and having chats with friends, I learned a little about Glory Holes. I decided it might be fun, but considered it too impersonal, and certainly a potentially unsafe environment.

I was intrigued and discussed the concept with my husband.

“Yeah, I’ve heard of Glory Holes,” Jack responded to my query. “I’ve seen videos and stuff, but never experienced one in person. I’m not aware of anything like that around here.”

“Could we do one?” I asked. “I’ve been chatting online and some people have done them in their own homes.”

“I guess so. It kind of sounds like you’re coming up with a plan.”

I giggled. He knows me too well. I guess that’s another reason I love him.

“Well, just the thought of it is getting me totally fucking excited. I mean, we’ve had lots of group sex together before. You understand my needs and several times you’ve invited some extra guys to join us for some fun, but I haven’t had a big session for quite a while.”

“Okay… so what do you have in mind?” he inquired, sounding more curious that resistant.

“Number one, I suppose, is could you build a Glory Hole wall?”

I knew that was a no-brainer. Jack is very skilled with his hands.

“Really! A fucking Glory Hole?” he paused and laughed. “Yeah, no problem. It’s for in-home use, so I suppose a reinforced high cardboard wall should work. I can make that easily. I assume you’d want it so just the various cocks would poke out, but the faces would make it anonymous?”

“Oh yes. That would be perfect.”

“How many holes?” he asked with a silly grin.

“Well, if there’s two, I can use a hand on one cock and my mouth on the other and keep switching. But… I want more guys than that.”

“Duh, I could have guessed that. I can tell you’re having a pretty intense craving because of this idea. How many guys are you thinking?"

“Twenty!” I blurted. “Twenty minimum, with more if we can arrange it."

“Fuck, Katie,” he shook his head but was still grinning. “You’re going to need help with twenty guys. You can’t suck and stroke fast enough.”

Quite an ironic comment for a husband to say to his wife, I thought.

“Sure, we could add a couple of girls too. I’d hope after the first round of BJ’s the guys might want to fuck, so with maybe three girls it could be lots of fun!”

“And you’d get to lick some pussy and suck out some cream-pies,” he reminded me needlessly. I was already salivating.

So it was agreed and on Saturday while I was out shopping and running errands, hubby was busily building us a sturdy, multi-holed Glory Hole wall in our living room. He also texted and emailed potential attendees and by the time I got home he had over twenty men and two ladies committed to attending.

He showed me his handiwork and I was impressed. The wall looked good. It was sturdily reinforced so it couldn’t fall over and included six sizable crotch-height holes. All sharp edges had been thoroughly protected from abrasion by meticulously installed duct tape. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the fanciest sex toy in the world, but the thought of what this evening could bring was making my pulse race and my panties wet.

He positioned it so the guys could enter our home and gather behind the wall, but us girls on the opposite side wouldn’t be able to see who had arrived. I loved the idea of anonymity.

We had a light early dinner and then I relaxed in a foamy bubble bath with a big glass of wine. Around seven in the evening, there was a light knock on the bathroom door.

“Do come in,” I said expectantly. It was our good friend Heather.

“Hi, gorgeous. You look comfy,” she stated with a lovely grin.

“Just relaxing. Glad to see you could make it,” I said in full honesty. She is so smokin’ hot. “I guess that means Mark is here too?”

Jack and I had previously enjoyed several orgasmic sessions with Mark and Heather. Some weekends if Heather had to work, Mark was nice enough to drop in and help Jack attend to my needs. Mark has a very nice cock and I love when he provides me with mouthfuls of his creamy and plentiful cum.

“We wouldn’t miss this. I’ve never done a Glory Hole either!” Heather gushed.

“Did you want to join me in the tub?” I asked, hopefully.

“Katie, I would, but you know very well if we get started in there… well, it could take a while.”

I smiled. She was right. She and I were very compatible and had spent long hours kissing, licking and enjoying each other. She is a very sexy and open-minded lady.

“Jump out and let me dry you off.”

I stood and she very kindly helped push all the foamy bubbles gently off my skin, starting at the neck and working down. There must have been extra bubbles on my big boobs where her hands lingered. She had my nipples hard and tingling in no time.

“Stop it, or there’s no cock for you!” I teased, in my best strict voice.

She just smiled and leaned in to give each stiff, sensitive nipple a deep, attentive suck. Then she handed me a big, thick bath towel off the warming rack.

“Thank you,” I whispered, but I was almost melting from her touch as she helped pat me dry.

“You feel so smooth and soft and smell so pretty,” she purred as she helped me.

“Focus,” I reminded her, then said, “Don’t even bother trying to dry anything between my legs.” My pussy was ready to orgasm at the next touch and my cock-craving meter had already surged to full throttle, anticipating the evening ahead.

There was no point in getting dressed, and Heather stripped naked and hung her clothes in the adjacent closet. We were kissing and pressing our big boobs against each other just as Jack swung around the corner and looked in on us.

“As I expected,” he said with a laugh, “I thought I might have to bring a bucket of cold water in here to pry you two apart.”

He handed Heather a nice chilled glass of Chardonnay and complimented her on how awesome her beautifully curved naked body looked. We stepped out and took a seat in the living room.

“A few guys are already here.” he advised.

“How many are we expecting?” Heather asked with a sly grin.

“I requested minimum twenty,” I said, replying on Jack’s behalf.

“We might need another mouth!” Heather exclaimed with a giggle.

“For sure, number three should be here any minute. I was thinking that after we’ve Glory Holed all the guys, maybe a round of fucking later, if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh fuck!” she replied with a quiver, and I think she’d just had a mini-orgasm right there on the sofa.

Jack answered the door again and ushered what sounded like several newly arrived men behind the wall. Then he escorted my sister, Rose over to come join Heather and me.

“Hiya,” I said as I stood and gave her a hug. “Ready for a fun night?”

She’s such a petite cutie with her shoulder length blonde hair and big blue eyes. She smiled as she raised her right foot and placed it on the edge of the coffee table, then lifted the front of her flowery little dress to show off a lovely lack of panties and her laser smooth pussy.

“Fucking thing’s been wet all day!” she announced, and we all shared a mutually understanding chuckle.

“Let me check.” Heather insisted as she leaned in and slowly ran her middle finger between Rose’s pouty pussy lips. “Yep. Wet.” she concurred following her brief inspection. Then she raised her hand and licked Rose’s juice from her finger. “Mmmm!”

“Rob here with you?” I asked, referring to her husband and one of my long-term fuck-buddies.

Rose nodded as Jack politely handed her a beverage. That meant I knew the identities of at least three of the participating guys tonight including my husband, Rob and Mark.

Jack commented, “I asked our young neighbor to join us tonight, too.”

“You mean Justin, from next door? The one who has been nice enough to visit a couple of times recently?” I asked, excitedly.

“You bet. And we know he’s a nice, decent kid, so I told him it would be okay to bring some friends, as long as they were respectful, like him.”

Rose was busily removing her clothing while I pondered Jack’s statement. I began squirming in my seat and I could feel a hot glow like my pussy was blushing.

“So you’re saying there could be several eighteen-year-old guys… new cocks for us girls?”

“We’ll see.” he replied with a little grin, then turned to answer the door again.

The three of us ladies looked at each other, momentarily awestruck.

“Holy fuck!” Rose exclaimed. “Do you know how much those young guys can cum?”

It was rhetorical. We were all remembering the day. It wasn’t that long ago, but still… fresh young cocks, seemingly permanent erections and capable of multiple ejaculations. The heavens were smiling on us naughty ladies!

Jack was over by the wall and began laying out the guidelines for the Glory Hole event.

“Okay, guys. I see some of you are ready, but we’ll need everybody fully naked. There’s a rack set up there for your clothes. Each lady will service two holes. Move around and make sure you get your cock sucked by all three. There are Sharpie felt pens hanging on a cord for each lady. When you pop your load, try to remember to put a check mark by the corresponding hole on your side of the cardboard. Then we’ll see which girl swallowed the most cum loads. Any questions?”

I could hear murmurs but no words.

“Alright. If you’re good boys, there could be a whole lot of fucking later on,” Jack added.

The room was temporarily quiet until a young sounding voice piped up and asked, “When do we start?”

I think everyone chuckled and it helped ease the tension in a very sexually charged and exhilarating moment.

Jack and I occasionally watch a little car racing on TV, so I shouted toward the wall, “Gentlemen, start your cocks!”

This was going to be fun. Clearly, some of the guys were ready as we could see six proudly erect and beautiful penises poke out through the available holes.

“Wow!” I stated, probably drooling. “Look, ladies, six guys in pole position!”

Jack came over and handed us each a small gift wrapped package. We tore them open like kids on Christmas morning to find very sexy and cute, pussy-cat style plush blindfolds.

“Ladies, you each get two holes. I know you’ve all had the pleasure before of being with some of the guys that are here. Others are new. So, with no visual clues, you can just settle in and have fun. You can tell us later if you could put a name to a cock based on feel or taste. We’ll also take each of your best guesses about how many total guys are here, so use all your senses. It’ll be a fun oral exploratory. Sound good?”

We glanced at one another in utter electrified agreement.

“Will there be prizes?” Heather asked.

“Good idea,” Jack responded. “How about a prize for the girl that does the best-combined total of guessing the number of guys, naming them by way of cock familiarity, and most cum swallows?”

“I’m in!” we all answered in unison.

“Perfect. I’ll sum up the totals later, so don’t tip your hand and start yelling out guys’ names. Try and keep it to yourself. For now, I’ve put down cushions along with little stools at each of the three suck stations in case your knees need a break. The rest is up to you. Any questions?”

“As the man said, when do we start?” I questioned impatiently.

Jack had us put on our blindfolds and led us to our positions. It was so fucking erotic to use my bare hands to slide down the smooth cardboard wall. As my knees were settling onto the comfortable cushion I happily discovered two throbbing hard cocks available to use as my guide.

I stroked them, felt them in my hands. They were long and hard and so warm. I didn’t recognize either of them from that initial contact. I was overcome with my need to feel them fill my mouth.

I leaned in and kissed one, then the other, tasting the pre-cum. Yummy, but still not familiar. I gave each one a nice, deep introductory suck. I heard a gasp from behind the wall each time. I heard other men gasping similarly, and I knew six cocks were in the process of getting sucked and stroked simultaneously by three very willing ladies.

These two cocks definitely felt new to me, and I really liked that. I love it anytime I get to suck someone new, and I orgasmed. I couldn’t help it.

Jack had made the holes quite large. Maybe he was expecting Bigfoot. I was glad he did. I couldn’t reach in to grab a hold of each guy’s hips, but I could get a nice grip on their balls. I love feeling balls, and this way I could pull the guy toward me. That allowed me to take each cock fully into my mouth and down my throat. I could hold his balls tight and throat-fuck him, then switch to the other guy I’d been continuously stroking.

Being blindfolded I didn’t know if Jack was watching, but he likely did for a while. He loves to watch me suck other cocks, and he says the best part is the fact that I get this enormous smile. I was certainly smiling tonight.

This was awesome. I knew I had young guys. Both cocks were getting incredibly hard already. I could tell who would be the first to shoot and I took him down my throat for a few more seconds until his hard shaft began to spasm.

Still stroking the other cock, I pulled back and clamped my lips tightly around the throbbing head of my first volunteer and jerked his shaft like crazy. He grunted and shot a big juicy load of hot cum into my mouth. It was fantastic and I orgasmed again as I swallowed my reward.

I kept stroking the other cock while I enjoyed the slight softening of the first. I popped it from my mouth and got back to the other in the knick of time. One full balls-deep thrust and a few throat strokes and he was ready.

Heather was right beside me and I heard one of her guy's grunt and shout, “Holy fuck!” I knew she’d just received a mouthful as well.

My second guy was ready and he erupted into my throat and mouth like a cum volcano. It was a huge load, but I caught it all, and yes, I orgasmed with a loud moan.

I sucked that cock, waiting for the hardness to break and savoring the cum. I reached over to my other hole in the wall and found nothing. Then another hard cock pushed its way into my eager hand. I pulled the guy forward and stroked his nice, hard dick while I swallowed my second load so far.

I heard another grunt from the far end of our wall and a voice hollering, “I gotta cum!”

Whoever it was must have unleashed a big load, as I heard my very capable and practiced little cum loving sister cough and gag.

“Fuck, you even got some on my tits, ya big prick!” She yelped.

I giggled at her typically outspoken comment, then went to work on my third guy.

I heard a voice behind the wall, probably at Heather’s position, say, “Let’s switch.”

A new, fully hard and wet cock pushed through my second service hole. It felt so nice, wet with saliva and the guy’s pre-cum. It was hard and I could tell he was getting close. I switch sucked my two guys but the one Heather had been working on was ready. I knew who it was. I had felt this exact cock in my mouth before, and in my pussy and my ass. This was her husband, Mark. I took him down my throat and he was super hard, right on the verge.

“Aw, fuck, cumming!” he exclaimed.

I was ready for him, merrily stroking one cock while receiving a heaping mouthful of semen. Mark shoots nice big loads and I love his cum. I orgasmed, regrouped, swallowed his hot jizz, then went back to work sucking the other guy.

Mark vacated and a new erection protruded out from that spot. It was hard and wet as well. He had clearly been in front of Rose or Heather before me. I pulled him into my mouth and recognized the cock even though he was a relative new-comer. It was Justin, our neighbor.

A lovely eighteen-year-old cock it is, and his orgasm felt very close. The other guy was almost ready, too. I wouldn’t think of wasting a single drop of precious cum. Timing was critical. I slowed my stroking on one and reached in to fondle his balls instead. Justin’s release was imminent, so I wrapped my lips around his luscious cock head, stroked the shaft urgently and was rewarded with another hot mouthful.

He came intensely and shot maybe a dozen squirts of creamy cum. I swallowed quickly and turned my attention to the other guy. His balls had tightened and his hips were pumping. I just got my lips around his bulbous cock head in time as he unloaded a tasty serving of man yogurt for me. Yum. Another mouthful and yes, another orgasm on my part!

Moans and groans continued on both sides of the wall. Guys were getting sucked and blowing hot loads. Us girls were all orgasming as we sucked anonymous cocks and swallowed glorious mouthfuls of cum rewards.

A hard, thick and straight eight-inch cock poked out of my right-hand hole. I knew it immediately… my all time favorite. It was Jack, and since he was already wet, he’d certainly been getting some oral action from one or both of my compatriots.

He knew I’d be smiling, and I simply said, “Hi.”

He groaned as I sucked him but he didn’t say anything, trying to remain anonymous. But he couldn’t fool me. I wondered if I was doing any better than the other girls at identifying cocks by feel, flavor and memory. I was truly enjoying this first Glory Hole experience. The guys kept cycling around behind the wall and every minute or so I had a new a new cock in one hand and another there to suck. I was loving the anonymity, and there were several I didn’t recognize. That makes me so hot.

There is something special about the noise a guy makes when he feels his hard cock get deep-throated. There’s a certain sound of pleased satisfaction, and it thrills me to feel my chin against his balls as I fuck him with my velvet throat and stroke his whole shaft with my lips.

One hard cock after another presented itself for me. I sucked them all, and quite a few came in my mouth so I got to swallow lots of man juice. I wasn’t alone. Heather and Rose were getting their share too.

I was doing my level best to keep a running count in my head for new versus familiar cocks and total cum swallows, all the while enraptured in a series of ongoing orgasms of my own.

I don’t know who invented the Glory Hole, but I decided then and there: It fucking rocks!

There was no doubt that some of the younger guys, Justin’s friends I assumed, had come around for seconds. I didn’t mind. A few others did as well. I think we’d been sucking cocks non-stop for about an hour. I absolutely loved it.

Finally, I heard Jack behind the wall ask the milling group of men, “Okay, has every here popped at least once already?”

I could hear numerous answers like, “Yes,” and “Fuck yes.” There were no negative responses.

His voice came to our side of the wall, and he asked, “How about you ladies? Did you each have some orgasms?”

I’m sure we were all nodding affirmatively behind our blindfolds, and I answered, “I am.”

“What I meant was… did you have lots of orgasms?” Jack re-inquired.

“That’s what I mean.” I replied loudly with a giggle and then with a somewhat unladylike moan, “I still am.”

The guys all had a pleasant chuckle on the other side of the wall, then Jack asked for a show of hands for any of them that came twice. A couple of voices piped up and shouted, “Three.”

“Okay, got that.” he stated, then added, “Now let’s see which girl got the most check marks by her service holes.”

I knew he had a note pad handy back there, and after a minute or so of adding the marks, he said, “Okay ladies, now we know how many mouthfuls each of you got. Before you take the blindfolds off, recognize someone and try to change your totals, here are your questions. Number one, how many total guys are here, and number two, how many can you name?”

I started to speak but he interrupted and said, “No, not out loud. I’ll give you each a pen and some paper. You lift your blindfolds and write in the number and any guy’s names that you think are here. No comparing info.”

This was fun. The three of us had just sucked a lot of cocks and swallowed several cum loads. Now we had to remember it all. I did my best to guess the quantity and thought I had a pretty good idea of who quite a few of them were.

We were quickly done our little bookkeeping task and handed our sheets back to Jack. I guess we’d figure out the winning prize later.

He told the guys to move the wall aside so we could finally remove our blindfolds and mingle with them. It felt so good to have all those manly bodies around. I could see stirrings of many fresh erections as we cuddled and caressed the men and they squeezed our boobies and teased our pussy lips and butt cracks with their fingers.

Rose, ever outspoken, commented, “Wow, guys. Thanks for letting us suck all your cocks. Now, who here wants to fuck?”

A naked tsunami started, and all of us pressed forward toward our master bedroom. We have an extra-sized king bed, purposely with no side or foot board, so action can occur from almost any angle.

The three of us jumped up onto the mattress and Heather asked, “Which sister needs her pussy licked?”

I know I was aching for her tongue, then Rose piped up and shouted, “Not me! I need to get fucked, right now!”

There was no shortage of volunteers. I was on my back with Heather’s talented tongue lapping furiously as I gushed my hot pussy juice onto her face. Someone had his cock in my mouth.

I glanced at Rose and she was beside me on her hands and knees, already getting DP’d as she sucked another cock. Heather grunted as someone slipped his cock up her ass. Her face and tongue punched against my pussy as some man pounded her from behind. It was on!

There were a lot of guys there, and now not only our mouths but our pussies and assholes were getting drilled by hard cock. This was three girls taking on the army, and I fucking loved it.

It was too busy to count how many men had shown up for this evening of fun, but there was certainly more than twenty. Several times I found myself in the thrilling position of getting DP’d, sucking a cock, and stroking two more with my hands. I orgasmed so intensely that I almost passed out a few times. The three of us were getting our tight asses and pussies stuffed with cock and cum. We were sucking hard dicks and swallowing more loads of juicy man butter.

I was absolutely loving the moment. I was fully sure that every guy there had his cock in me somewhere, and soon enough it seemed they’d all orgasmed again as things started to simmer down a little.

Only the six young eighteen-year-olds were still standing and each of them gave us another round of fucking and more of their fresh young cock juice.

I relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss and smiled as I watched Heather raise Rose’s legs into the air and suck a huge, gooey cream-pie from her dripping pussy, and then her well-reamed butt. It seemed we all just needed a little break, and the guys were wandering around, reaching for a cold beer or a refreshing Gatorade, relaxing and hopefully replenishing their fluids.

For the moment we had a very subdued, thoroughly pleasured group, just taking a breath and contemplating a superb evening.

Jack interrupted the quiet celebration by loudly asking, “Alright, who wants to see the final score for… let’s call it - Slut of the Night - prize?”

There was a general murmur of acceptance, then someone suggested a nice round of applause for the ladies. So thoughtful.

“Very nice.” Jack complimented, “Okay. Just so you all know, the final scores were very close. Question number one. Girls, you were incredibly daring and wore those sexy blindfolds. Each using only your hands and your mouth, you were asked to guess the number of men here. Heather, you were closest with your guess of twenty-eight. Including me, there was thirty.”

“Lucky guess, slut!” Rose exclaimed with a laugh.

“Next, you were asked how many of the guys were new, first timers for you to offer your amazing oral talents to. Katie, you guessed twelve. It was actually eleven.”

“That must be the only eleven cocks in town she hadn’t sucked already!” a competitive sounding Rose exclaimed, then grinned and added, “Never mind, I’m just jealous.”

“The final criteria was for the guys to add a check mark at their side of the Glory Hole wall to indicate where he’d popped his load. I just want to say, you girls all did good. Thirty guys and amazingly, forty-one ejaculations.”

“I think the young pricks here had something to do with that!” Rob exclaimed jovially.

Jack continued, “One of you incredible ladies got more mouthfuls than the others. Again it was close. Heather, you got eleven. Rose, you got twelve. The cum-queen and overall champion of the night, with eighteen swallows, is… Katie!”

Another round of polite applause filled the room. Justin spoke up and in a very complimentary tone stated, “I’m not surprised. It’s that amazing fucking deep throat of hers.”

Pretending to sound disappointed, Rose piped up and hollered, “Yeah, well I got more cum loads in my pussy tonight than the other girls, so fuck all of you.”

“You just did,” Jack responded, initiating an outburst of laughter.

Heather stood, which gave us all another look at her ultra-sexy body, then stated, “Katie, as all-around champ and reigning cum-slut, what prize do you choose?”

I sat quietly for a few moments, still savoring all the pleasures this evening had delivered. I honestly needed to express my gratitude and said, “Well, thanks to everyone that made it here tonight. And further, thanks to the inventor of the Glory Hole. That was fan-fucking-tastic!”

“Tell us what you want,” my ever supportive husband Jack inquired.

“Well, it’s a fantasy of mine,” I responded. “I’ve had this recurring dream… for years now. It’s like an orgy going on in my brain. It’s me lying there, smiling and naked, on a bed of flower petals. I’m looking down at myself from above. And there are well over a dozen huge, hard cocks. They encircle me, but they’re just slightly higher than I can reach. There are no guys, just big, beautiful cocks getting jerked off by hands that aren’t attached to anything. A floating fist is wrapped around each stiff shaft and stroking steadily. As I look up and admire them, I can see their balls tighten and two or three at a time ejaculate. Multiple eruptions of hot cum start to rain down onto me. The cocks never go away and they’re always hard…”

“Oh, my God! That is so fucking hot!” Heather exclaimed.

“What do you do with all that cum?” Rose inquired.

“I’m covered in it,” I responded. “I have a cum layer, like white icing on a cake, all over my face and my boobs. I scoop it up with my fingers and slurp it into my mouth. I lick my hands and I play with it and swallow it. And I have enormous, shuddering orgasms."

I think the guys must have decided they wanted to be part of my fantasy as most of them were already pulling on their cocks, jerking on them and getting hard again.

“Katie, we’ve got a thick duvet style blanket in the closet.” Jack stated, “I’m going to toss it onto the living room floor so you can lay comfortably on it. Guys, how about we make this fantasy real for her. I want to see thirty or more fresh cum loads on my wife’s face and tits!”

I shivered through an orgasm just thinking about it. One of my biggest fantasies was about to become real. 'Holy fuck!'

Jack grabbed my hand to help me off the bed and I followed him into the living room. My knees were shaking. He laid out the blanket and I settled onto it, looking up as the guys started to encircle me, jerking all those cocks. I came again.

Heather said, “Rose, let’s get on our knees at the corners of her blanket and suck cocks to get the guys all ready to come.”

And so it began. Guys would get their cocks sucked, then stand naked over me, jerking their big, hard cocks furiously. I got to look up and watch as their balls tightened and their fists adjusted stroking speed as their orgasms approached. Then, I saw their muscles tense up, and I got to relish the view as cock after cock prepared to unload its precious juice.

The men would grunt and moan, and jets of fresh white cum started to rain down onto me. Squirts of semen joined to cover my face and boobs. I must have looked like a freshly frosted birthday cake.

I fingered my clit furiously with one hand and used my other to gather the warm seed into clumps so I could scoop it up and deposit it my mouth. I played with it, savored it and finally swallowed it a little at a time.

Rose and Heather were busy sucking cocks, getting the guys ready, then each guy would turn and jerk off his next load all over me. I was fucking orgasming non-stop. Thirty cum loads had splashed onto my face and neck, hair and tits. The young guns came back and shot more. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

I was vibrating and climaxing uncontrollably. The guys were spent and needed a break. Heather leaned in and helped clean me with her tongue. It seemed like there was cum everywhere. Rose sat beside me on the blanket while Heather just relaxed and rested her head on my shoulder.

The men were starting to get dressed as the party wound down. I couldn’t move. I was somewhere off in blissful ecstasy, and I felt so warm and positively happy.

Jack stood in front of me and smiled down at the three of us... naughty, temporarily satisfied cum-sluts.

“I think you girls had some great fun tonight. You happy, Katie?” he asked softly.

I had to concentrate in order to remember how to speak. Finally, I found the words and replied, “That was better than great. Wow. I feel filled and drained at the same time. Yes… so happy.”

An uncontrollable wide smile stretched across my face, and I could feel traces of dried cum cracking against my soft skin.

“Thank you, Jack. I’ve decided I fucking love Glory Holes!”

(Hi. We are re-submitting this story at Katie’s request despite the current situation impacting us. Please see our profile for details. She is confident that sharing her latest (and hopefully not last) wild experience will help lift her spirits and speed healing so she can get back on track and continues doing her favorite things. We hope you enjoy.)