Sucking Six Feet of Stiff Dick

This is a standalone story.

The idea stems from a conversation I had one night with my husband, wondering exactly how many men it would take to create a ‘mile of dicks’.

This is a group sex story, involving swingers, which is a lifestyle I adore in real life, even though the swingers in this story don’t do a lot of actual ‘swinging’. There’s also a hint of a lesbian relationship.

As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don’t worry about pandemics, std’s, or the need for birth control.

Featuring:

James: my husband.

Olivia: My bisexual friend.

With minor appearances by Greg (Olivia’s husband) and Xander (a married man who hosts the group sex party that Olivia and Emily use to scratch something off their sexual bucket list item).

Isabella Emily: A wife, a writer, a pervert, a pleasure seeker, and your humble escort through this story.

As always I enjoy your comments and private messages here on Literotica.

If you’re reading this in September of 2021 check my profile for a chance to submit kink ideas for a future Emily/Natalie story (part of the Friday Night Delight/Natalie’s House series if you’re interested).

IsabellaEmily

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It started, as a lot of my most sexual conversations do, after some intense fucking.

I’d had three really great orgasms, each one building on and better than the last one. One with his mouth on my clit and his fingers in my slit. The next while he fucked me doggy style and tickled my asshole. And the last while he pounded into me in the missionary position and emptied his balls into my spasming cunt.

A few minutes later we were laying on our bed, covered in sweat, hearts pounding, my head on his chest and his arm around me, while our conversation drifted lazily along.

And of course we were talking about sex, since that what was on our minds. It’s hard not to think of sex when you can feel a slippery creampie leaking out of your swollen lips and onto the mattress.

Of course I’d only intended to treat him to a few minutes of pleasure and swallow his load, and then brush my teeth and go to bed while he stayed up to finish a movie.

He’d lost track of the movie though and his hands started wandering, and his wandering hands discovered that my panties were becoming wet as I grew more and more aroused by the taste and feel of having a cock in my mouth.

So one thing lead to another, and my toothbrush and the movie were forgotten.

Laying there in the dark he complimented the blowjob that I’d started in the living room. Ever since the first time that I sucked his cock all those years ago it hasn’t been a secret that giving head really turns me on.

The feel of a soft cock lengthening and stiffening in my mouth.

The feel of my tongue and mouth causing those periodic spasms of pleasure along an erect shaft to turn into a steady throbbing that grows in intensity and speed.

The taste of precum.

And finally the feel of complete control as the cock swells and stiffens even more, right before spilling its contents for me.

And it doesn’t hurt that I also find the taste, smell, and feel of male cum to be a turn on.

“You know,” he said sleepily, “sometime you should suck a bunch of cocks in a row.”

“You’ve seen me with other men’s cocks in my mouth before.” I reminded him.

In addition to doing a bit of swinging, we’re friends with another married couple that we swap partners with several times a month.

“Not as foreplay.” He said, “Or as a finish to sex. Just give a bunch of blowjobs. Start to finish, one right after the other.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “Like an assembly line?”

“Sure.” He replied. “You know how horny it gets you to suck a cock. Imagine how horny sucking a whole line of guys would get you.”

“And I suppose you’d be nearby to reap the rewards of that horniness?” I giggled.

“Well I certainly wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” He’d said in the dark.

The conversation drifted on to guys we knew who might be interested, which quickly turned into joking about ways I could recruit. Before long we were laughing about something else entirely and eventually we fell asleep.

But several hours later I woke up suddenly in the dark and knew that the thought he’d planted in my head was there to stay.

~~

I thought about it all the next day.

When he got home from work I met him in the kitchen dressed in nothing but a thong. I got his soft cock out right there by the breakfast table and made him hard with my tongue.

I sucked and licked and sucked and nibbled and sucked and tickled and sucked and stroked and sucked until he spurted a mess all over my face and hair while I stroked him with one hand and tickled his balls with the other.

~~

I thought about it all week long. Out for a morning run in the park I found myself wondering which guys would be interested in a quick blowjob.

And which ones would be interested in watching me suck another guy off first while they waited their turn.

~~

I masturbated with a dildo in my mouth, riding my vibrating wand through a series of orgasmic quakes while imagining a line of guys all pointing their cocks at me, watching me suck the throbbing cock of the guy at the front of the line.

~~

We had dinner with our friends Xander and Blizzarde that weekend. They’re the married couple that we usually swap with. We parked at their house and rode together to the restaurant where we flirted all through the meal.

On the way home James told them about wanting me to suck a line of cocks, and right there in the backseat I went down on him and sucked until he spurted in my mouth just as we pulled into their driveway.

Then I climbed over the front seat and let Blizzarde finger me while I sucked her husband to his own hot and salty eruption.

~~

The next morning I sucked my husband’s cock again. After I swallowed his cum he suggested that we seriously look for a group of guys for me to suck.

I told him I couldn’t stop thinking about really doing it.

He told me he’d guessed as much based on my recent fascination with sucking as much cock as I could.

It wasn’t like I could argue.

~~

In the middle of the next week my friend Olivia came over for morning coffee. She’s a twenty-six-year-old happily married accountant.

And aside from her husband I might be the only other person on the planet who knows that in addition to her super organized and analytical mind, she has a filthy sense of humor that would make most porn stars blush.

She also has, in her own words, an addiction to sex toys, orgasms and erotica.

She visits me about once a month, and I take the morning off from writing and we sit out by the pool, sipping coffee and catching up. At some point our conversation inevitably becomes sexual and we flirt and tease each other, while she tells me about her recent sexual fantasies, and I tell her about my recent sexual escapades.

As usually happens on those mornings Olivia and I make each other horny, and we end up in the shower together.

Olivia and her husband are moving slowly towards opening their marriage up. He knows about her relationship with me, and I like them both a lot. They’re both pretty inexperienced, so it’s fun to keep tabs on their exploration of kink.

Bisexuality is something she’s exploring slowly, so even though our time together is often fairly tame and vanilla, it’s incredibly satisfying to be her guide as she tests her boundaries.

It helps that she’s gorgeous, funny, and erotically curious.

Our shower touching is usually limited to washing each other slowly from top to bottom, with the occasional wet hug, followed by me taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom, where we climb on the bed and hold hands and masturbate together through one or two earth shattering orgasms each.

Except for the hand holding and body washing, our physical contact hasn’t moved much further than that, except for the occasional sisterly kiss. I’ve offered to do more for her than just lie next to her, but even with my promise that I wouldn’t expect any reciprocity she always hesitated to take that step.

But she’s one of those friends that I can tell anything to. I have no secrets from her, and she finds my lifestyle to be a complete turn on. She’s shared that she and her husband talk about finding someone to watch them make love, or someone they can watch. She’s also expressed interest in having him watch her with other men.

So far those are mostly fantasy for them, and aside from sex with her husband her regular masturbation sessions with me remain her only real outlet. But she’s open minded and is a great sounding board for my own kinky ideas.

So after our orgasms, we lay side by side with our fingers intertwined and our shoulders touching, and I told her about my husband’s recent suggestion and my growing fascination with the idea of sucking several cocks.

“One after the other?” she asked. “Or all at once, like a bunch of guys circled around you?”

“One after the other I think.” I said. “I’d want to be able to focus and concentrate on each one, without having to miss anything.”

“That makes sense.” She said.

“Plus James would want to watch I think.” I said. “He’ll be able to see better if it’s one at a time.”

“So how many?” she asked.

“In my imagination there’s a lot.” I told her. “Although when it comes to naked men with erections any more than two or three pointing at me would seem like a lot.”

She giggled.

“We should set a limit.” She said. “That way we know how many to invite and how big of a place we’ll need to do it.”

“We?” I asked her.

“I’m your best friend aren’t I?” she asked with a grin. “You might need me there for moral support.”

“I knew I could count on you.” I laughed.

“Besides,” she said, “I’d want to make sure you met your goal. I’d never forgive myself if you came up one cock short.”

“Okay.” I told her. “Since you’re so interested maybe you should decide how many.”

She wrinkled her forehead in thought, and looked at me, holding eye contact for maybe sixty seconds.

“I’ll be right back.” She said.

Before I could say a word she was off the bed and out of the room.

I got up as well and pulled on a pair of shorts and a sports bra.

I started for the kitchen and met her in the hallway. She was still nude and carrying her cell phone.

“I have a plan.” She announced.

“Well get dressed and tell me about it.” I said with a laugh. “I’ll get us some wine.”

I got two glasses and bottle and headed back for the pool area. I poured us each a glass and sat down. In a few minutes she joined me, still holding the phone.

“If you’re serious about this,” she said, “as some sort of bucket list experience to check off, I think you should aim for a specific length instead of a specific number.”

She picked up her wine glass and took a drink.

“Length?” I asked. “What do you mean? Only guys of specific sizes?”

“Not necessarily,” She said, slipping into lecture mode. “but instead of a set number of men, decide on a set measured amount of cock you want to suck and then let that decide the number of men.”

“I’m not sure I see the difference.” I said. “But it could be fun to walk around the mall with a tape measure recruiting participants.”

“Like this.” she said, “There are 5280 feet in a mile. That comes to 63360 inches. The average erect penis is between 5.1 and 5.5 inches. That means if you use 5.3 as an average you’d have to suck 11,954.7 cocks in order to suck mile of cocks.”

“Holy fuck.” I said, both appalled and impressed. “There’s no way I’m going to suck 11,000 cocks.”

“11,954 cocks and 7/10s of another.” she said with a grin.

“Whatever it is, I’m not doing it.” I laughed. “Besides how do you suck 7/10s of a cock?”

“It’s an average.” She said. “Obviously we would round up and get you a whole one. So you’d be sucking 11,955 cocks.”

“Obviously.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Oh, come on.” She said. “By that time you’ve already sucked 11,954 guys. Like one more is going to be the one that makes you a slut.”

I reached for more wine.

“Well you’ve managed to make the idea fairly gross.” I said. “Even for me.”

“Oh bullshit.” She said. “You say that now, but thirty seconds before your next orgasm and you’ll be begging for a cock in your mouth.”

“Well a mile of cock is definitely out.” I said. “If that’s how we’re deciding how many.”

“Okay.” She agreed. “At 5.3 inches each why not start with one foot? Of course you’d have to suck three that size in order to make sure you clear twelve inches. But having some to spare is a good safety net.”

“Are you sure it’s 5.3 inches for an average?” I asked. “My experience hovers around 6 inches.”

“Well you are so experienced as to almost be an authority.” She teased. “But the internet says that it’s 5.3 inches. And it’s best to go with the average anyway. That will ensure that roughly half of the ones you suck will be bigger and put you closer to your goal. And the ones shorter than that will be less likely to volunteer so they won’t be pulling down the average length and affecting your total.

I laughed so hard I nearly spilled my wine.

“You sound like a blowjob coach.” I told her. “If I decide not to do this you should at least consider finding someone else who can go the distance for you.”

We giggled like idiots for a few minutes.

“Okay.” I said, regaining control. “What will my distance be if I suck ten cocks?”

“53 inches, give or take.” She declared. “Probably give. That’s more than four feet.”

“So maybe my goal should be a yardstick.” I said.

“Why not double that?” she asked softly. “Six feet would be a nice round number. How many women do you know who can claim that they’ve sucked six feet of cock all at once?”

“One after the other.” I reminded her. “Not all at once.”

“Okay.” Said. “How many women do you know who can claim that they’ve sucked six feet of cock one right after the other?”

“Six feet?” I asked.

“Sure.” She said, punching the face of her phone. “That’s 72 inches. ten average cocks would get you more than 50 inches, and fifteen average cocks would get you there with more than six inches to spare. Six feet is a good personal goal. A dozen or so guys would do the trick.”

“Or so?” I repeated. “That doesn’t sound very specific.”

“Well you said James will be there.” She said. “If I invite Greg to come watch, you can always tag him in if needed. He’s seven inches. Plus whatever James can come up with.”

I grinned at her.

“James is six and a half.” I told her. “So there’s an extra foot between them.”

“That should do it.” She said. “With an almost guaranteed surplus.”

“That’s still a lot.” I said. “And where are these twelve average sized cock owners going to come from?”

“Well that depends.” She said.

She poured each of us another glass full of wine.

“On what exactly your plan is to do with these cocks.” She stated.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well if you’re going to swallow all that cum you probably want them to be guys you know right?” she asked. “Guys that are safe and respectful?”

I laughed.

“I hadn’t really thought about that.” I said. “In my fantasies I don’t spend lots of time wondering about things like that. But you’re right. In real life it would matter.”

I took another drink of wine.

“What’s more, in my fantasies I always swallow.” I said. “But if I was doing this for real I don’t know if I’d want to do that. I don’t know if I’d be able to do that.”

“If?” she asked. “I think you want to do this. Fuck that, I think you NEED to do this.”

I hesitated looking down into my wine glass.

I knew that even though we were talking in hypotheticals, Olivia was being serious. And even more than that I knew she was right. This was something I really wanted to do. It was something I almost felt like I needed to do.

“Alright.” I said, looking up into her eyes. “I’m not agreeing to do this for sure, but you’re right. I’m way past just fantasy. But there are some details to figure out.”

“So you probably won’t be swallowing all that cum.” She said seriously. “How about making them wear condoms? Or finishing them with handjobs?”

“I’d let them cum in my mouth if they were wearing a condom.” I said. “But somehow limiting the mess seems…..I don’t know…..like we’d both be missing out. He’d have to cum in a condom and I wouldn’t get to taste or feel it.”

“Handjobs then?” she asked.

“I love giving handjobs.” I said. “But that would feel a bit incomplete after sucking him to the edge.”

“That makes sense.” She said.

We stared at each other for several seconds, and then she smiled.

“How about facials?” she asked.

“That’s better than the handjob idea.” I said. “Most guys love to see their load all over a ladies face.”

“Not just guys.” She said softly. “I love the way a pretty face looks with cum on it too.”

“I do too.” I laughed. “But I wouldn’t really get to see it. But I could feel it.”

“So it’s agreed.” She said, matter of factly. “You’ll suck six feet of cock and let the guys cum right on your face.”

“Sure.” I said. “But getting it right on my face will be difficult. Stroking a cumming cock from that angle is going to be tricky. Those things are hard enough to aim when you’re above them. They’ll have to settle for getting some of it on my face.”

“They could aim it for you.” She suggested.

“Nope.” I said. “If I’m going to do this I’m going to do it right. I won’t suck a guys cock and then make him finish it off.”

“What if you had help?” she asked in a whisper.

I suddenly knew she was asking about herself. We were both silent, looking each other dead in the eye. The only sound was the pool filter. And the thudding of my heart.

“What sort of help?” I whispered back.

“A friend to do the aiming for you. That way the guys still get to feel someone else finishing them, but you wouldn’t miss a drop.” She said.

“You?” I asked

“Yes.” She said, almost inaudibly.

“Are you sure?” I asked softly.

“Greg would love to see me handling all those cocks.” She said. “For that matter so would I. Just talking about it is making me wet.”

I couldn’t help but glancing down at her shorts. I couldn’t see any evidence of her being wet through them, but I did notice that her gorgeous nipples were both rock hard.

“Besides what better chance am I ever going to have to see your pretty face covered in cum?” she asked.

I was suddenly aware that my cunt was soaking wet with arousal.

“And what about your husband?” I asked her. “Are you sure he’d be willing to take this step?”

“We’re ready.” She declared. “I know he wants to see me with other guys, and handjobs would be an easy place to start.”

“Not just handjobs though.” I said. “Lots of handjobs. There’s going to be lots of cock there.”

“But you’ll be right there with me.” She said with a grin. “Watching load after load coat your face will help him enjoy it.”

“That’s true.” I said. “It somehow makes me feel lots more inclined towards doing this, knowing that you’ll be right beside me.”

“Besides,” she said, “if Greg is at all resistant I’ll sweeten the pot a bit.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked.

“He’s always wanted to see me lick another woman to orgasm.” She said. “If he indulges me and lets me do this, then it’s high time I do that for him.”

“There’s not a husband alive who wouldn’t want to watch that.” I assured her.

“I know.” She said. “And you and I have already talked about playing together more intensely. If you’d still be interested, I’d like to try it with you. And letting him watch would be something I’d love.”

“Olivia,” I said, “I’d love that too. All of it. Having you help me live this fantasy out. Being with you in that way. Being with you in that way in front of your husband. I’d love it all.”

“So would I.” she said. “So exactly how serious are you about this?”

“Very.” I said. “And more sure by the minute. And I know where we can find the guys I think.”

“And what will James think about this?” she asked. “I know you said he’d like to watch. What about you and I together?”

“He’d want to watch that too.” I laughed. “But that would be up to you. He’d be willing to let us play together without an audience, or with just your husband watching if that’s what you wanted.”

“So it’ll be you sucking six feet of cock, me stroking them when they cum so we can get you the messiest facial we can manage, and our husbands watching.” She said.

“That about sums it up.” I said. “Except James will definitely want to fuck me after I’m done. I wouldn’t be able to go off somewhere with you and your husband that night without taking care of that first.”

“That seems only fair.” She said. “Maybe you and I can entertain our husbands together another night. Leave the night you suck all that cock open for us to concentrate on our own husbands afterwards.”

“That makes sense.” I told her.

“So where are these guys going to come from?” she asked. “You said you had an idea?”

“James and I have some friends that we play with. I’m certain they could find the guys.” I told her.

“And where would we do this?” she asked. “Here?”

“Probably not here.” I said. “Maybe a hotel. Someplace with room for those who want to watch the festivities.”

“Well I have to get running.” She said, standing up. “But I’m serious about this. Keep me posted.”

Suddenly she leaned over and kissed me. It wasn’t the most passionate kiss of my life, but it was in the top five. By the time we pulled our lips apart we were both panting.

“Call me.” She whispered. “I really want this.”

I walked her to the front door and waved from the porch as she drove off.

I went back into the house and looked at the clock. I had just enough time to get out my vibrator for an orgasm or two before James got home.

~~

Three weeks later:

James and I were sitting in a discreet corner of a hotel bar with Olivia and her husband Greg. We had rooms upstairs and had stopped in for a quick drink. The four of us had been friends for several years, and both husbands knew about the relationship between Olivia and I.

And on this night they were both aware that things were about go several steps further within the hour.

“It’s all set.” James said. “Our friends Xander and Blizzarde are letting us use their house. Xander will be there but Blizzarde is away for the weekend.”

“Is Xander one of the gentlemen Emily will be taking care of?” asked Olivia.

“He is.” Said James. “Since it’s his house he gets to go first. And all the guys are married. They all play in different groups that Xander is a part of so he knows them all already.”

“That’s good.” Said Greg.

“You and I will be watching Greg.” Said James. “As per our agreements with Olivia and Emily. Olivia will be helping Emily. Any questions?”

“Eleven guys?” I asked.

“Ten plus Xander.” Said James. “There were at least two who couldn’t make it, so the count is a little short. Worst case Greg and I can add to the tally either at the party or back in the hotel later if you don’t make your goal.”

“No cell phones right?” asked Olivia.

“No cell phones or cameras or anything else.” Said James. “Xander has had groups over for things like this before, and everyone knows and respects the rules.”

“Speaking of rules.” I said. “I just want to be clear that if at any time any of the four of us want to stop what’s happening we can call a time out. No questions asked and no arguments or debates.”

All three nodded.

“And at any time if one of you want a break from watching feel free to leave the room.” I told the husbands. “No hard feelings and no worries.”

They both nodded. This conversation had been had already. We were just going over it again.

“And you.” I said to Olivia. “Feel free to tag out or take a break or whatever you need to do whenever you need to do it. Don’t base your needs on what I’m doing. If I need a break I’ll take one without hesitation.”

“Absolutely.” She said.

I knew that she and Greg had talked at length about boundaries and limits and comfort zones, and each one knew where the other stood. But since this was their first experience with something like this it seemed wise to remind them.

“Well alright.” I said breaking into a greedy smile. “Let’s get at it!”

~~

“Okay!” said Xander, getting everyone’s attention.

He was in his living room, with my husband, Olivia’s husband, and ten guys who hopefully had at least six feet of cock between them.

Olivia and I were listening to him from his home office, where we had moved to when the first of the guys had started to arrive. They knew we were here but hadn’t seen us yet. We had stripped to just our panties. We were wearing matching black thongs and were patiently waiting to make an entrance.

“You’ve been invited here tonight to help two amazing women check some things off of their bucket lists.” Xander announced.

Listening through the partially open door Olivia reached out and took my hand.

“The sexy Emily is here because it’s her desire to suck at least six feet of cock tonight! So you all better rise to the occasion!” Xander continued. “And her beautiful friend Olivia is here to help all six feet of those cocks paint her face!”

“So when you’re ready to cum,” he continued, “let them know and Olivia will take over. Be a sport and help her get your load onto Emily’s face.”

“What if it’s a load and a half?” asked one of the men, and that started some laughter.

“It should be! You’ve all stuck the terms of the invitation and have been holding back for a week or so right? They’re counting on a lot, so don’t hold back.” Said Xander.

“But I want to tell you a few things right up front before I remind you of tonight’s ground rules.” Said Xander. “Both ladies have their husbands here watching tonight, so respect is what both the ladies and their husbands are going to get, right?”

“Damn right!” someone said, and others agreed.

“And,” he went on, “tonight is about them getting to experience what they want to experience in the way that they want to experience it. By all means each of you is here to enjoy watching and to enjoy a blowjob. But it’s not about us, so let’s remember that.”

I looked at Olivia and winked.

“Now for this evenings rules. Number one, tell them before you cum.” He said. “And tell them with enough warning that they can get it where they want it.”

He continued: “No surprises like cumming in her mouth. I’ve vouched for all you guys and expect you to respect these ladies. If you don’t I’ve given them permission to bite, scratch, pinch, and get violent. Got it?”

A chorus of ‘yeahs’ and some laughter echoed through the room.

“Second, they’re setting the pace and calling the shots. If they need a break or to stop then that’s what’s going to happen. You all understand how that works at something like this.”

“I’ll try not to tire them out for the rest of you.” Another guy piped up, and there was more laughter.

“Try not to disappoint them for the rest of us.” Xander said to whoever had spoken. “That’s what your goal should be.”

Loud laughter erupted.

“Third, Emily will let you cum in her mouth if you wear a condom. She’s got condoms up there and will put one on you if you want that. Otherwise it goes on her face.”

“Nice.” Said a male voice, and a few others joined in their affirmations.

“Lastly,” said Xander. “Everyone gets to go once before anybody volunteers for a second round. At this point neither lady is planning on going for seconds so don’t you plan on that either. But if they do offer, everybody gets to go once before anyone goes again. Got it?”

Another chorus of positive agreement.

“So now, without any further bullshit or waiting, please welcome Olivia and Emily!”

I squeezed Olivia’s hand and we both stepped into the living room.

There was a round of applause and several genuinely pleasant greetings.

The room was filled with average looking guys who looked to be between thirty-five and fifty-five years old.

A few were really fit, but there were a handful of ‘dad bods’ in the mix.

Most were wearing shorts or jeans and had their shirts off already. Every one of them was smiling and looked nice. No one was leering or looking creepy.

“Hi!” I said to the room. “Here’s your handjob expert for the evening, Olivia.”

I pointed at Olivia and she smiled.

“And this pretty lady,” she said, pointing at me, “is Emily, and she’s here to suck six feet of nice stiff cock.”

Everyone cheered and clapped.

“Now every guy here agreed to go at least seven days without cumming.” Xander announced. “And we all agreed that this afternoon, either with the help of our wives or by ourselves we would get to the edge a few times. We’re doing our best to help you enjoy this with maximum results and minimum work.”

Olivia and I moved to the center of the room, where two couches had been pushed together to form what looked like an adult playpen.

Comforters and blankets covered the couches and the floor, and as we stepped into the couches we found a stack of towels, condoms, flavored lube, and baby wipes.

I got down on my knees and smiled at the crowd.

“Who’s first?” I asked.

“That would be me.” Xander said.

He was shirtless already like most of the men and dropped his shorts and stepped forward. His cock wasn’t hard yet, but there was a tiny drop of precum at the head. Obviously he was excited.

I smiled up at him and reached out and took his cock in my hand, pulling him towards me and taking his cock into my mouth.

Since he was soft the entire cock fit into my mouth easily, and I sucked it hard and started tickling his balls.

I felt him stiffen against my tongue, and he let out a deep breath.

“Holy shit.” He said softly.

He quickly became completely hard, and I had to back some of him out. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock before sucking as much of him as I could get back into my mouth.

He groaned and shuddered.

“You taste so fucking good.” I whispered. “My god how much precum do you leak?”

I felt a hand in my hair and realized that Olivia was behind me, watching everything that was happening.

“I haven’t cum in a week.” He said. “I wanted to save you a big load.”

I pulled his cock deep into my mouth and moaned around it. I started sucking harder and rubbing his balls.

“So hot.” Olivia murmured next to me.

“Too hot.” Said Xander. “I can’t last much more.”

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and Olivia grabbed it.

“Go for it.” I told him. “Coat me with that fucking mess.

“Aw fuck!” he screamed, and great ropes of cum spurted at me from his cock head.

Olivia stroked him like a pro, and I felt a great slippery pool of hot liquid on my forehead.

“Thank you.” Xander gasped, as he stepped back.

(# 1 finishes at 7 inches.)

And then there was a second cock, in my face, rock hard and just as big as Xander’s.

I lifted my head and my lips closed around it, and he moaned as I started to rock my head back and forth.

Olivia had her fingers running through my hair, and I felt my stomach twist with lust. I wrapped my fingers around his balls and started stroking them, using my other hand to circle his shaft.

“Oh sweet Judas.” He said. “I can’t wait.”

I moved my head away and Olivia grabbed his cock, stroking him towards my face.

“Cum for us.” She begged him. “We want to see it.”

And he started to cum, spurting an even messier load of hot sperm onto my face. I giggled in delight as Olivia wiped his cock across my face, squeezing it to get the cum out.

(#2 finishes and brings us to 14.75 inches, just past one foot).

When he was wrung out I took his cock in my hands and kissed it, while I saw the next guy step up to the couch. His cock was smaller than the first two, and my cunt throbbed when I realized I’d be able to deep throat him.

He picked up a condom and handed it to me, and I tore it open and fit it over his cock. I pinched the head and Olivia unrolled it down his shaft.

“Do you want it in my mouth when you cum baby?” I asked him.

“Oh fuck yes.” He groaned, his cock growing in Olivia’s hand. She pointed it at my mouth and I sucked him in.

I let him ride along my tongue, working to open my throat around him and feeling my body respond to the sexual energy in the room. When I got him all the way into my mouth, I sealed my lips around his base and sucked, before sticking out my tongue to lick his balls.

Olivia reached down and took his balls in her hand, lifting them so that my tongue could swipe at the sensitive orbs. His hips rocked back and forth gently, and I felt his cockhead throb against my throat.

I slowly pulled my mouth off of him, sucking gently the entire time. When his cockhead was at my lips I flicked it with my tongue.

“So fucking good.” He grunted. “My god.”

“Hey honey, when you cum do you want your cockhead on my tongue, or all the way back in my throat?” I asked him.

His cock jumped in my hand and he looked at me wide eyed.

“In your throat?” he asked quietly. “That feels almost too good.”

I plunged my mouth back down on his cock, sucking him hard and grabbing his hips.

“Oh god!” he said. “I’m gonna go!”

I moaned loud to let him know I wanted his load, and suddenly his cock was pulsing in my mouth and he was groaning. I kept sucking gently and rhythmically squeezed his balls, listening to him moan and feeling his cock pulse in my mouth as he filled the condom.

After he was done cumming I kept him in my mouth for just a minute, not moving, just savoring the feeling of him nudging the back of my throat while he gasped for breath.

When he stepped back I pursed my lips around him and his cock left my mouth with a ‘pop’ sound. The condom looked like it was about to burst with his load.

(#3 finishes and brings us to 20 inches even. Still past one foot).

And another cock was right there, throbbing and dripping precum.

I pulled it to my face and licked it greedily, tasting his precum and breathing in the manly cock scent. I put the tip in my mouth and started jerking him, alternating between sucking and licking.

I took my time with him, bringing his pleasure along for five or six minutes until he couldn’t stand it.

“Oh no! Oh no! Oh!” he yelled.

Olivia grabbed his cock and pulled it from my mouth, and I felt a great glob of hot fluid land on the bridge of my nose. She jerked him as fast as she could, and I felt an even bigger load hit my cheek.

I closed my eyes with the sheer delight of this, feeling cum pour onto my face while what was already there ran down my cheeks.

(#4 finishes and brings us to 26.5 inches, just past two feet).

I felt another cock against my lips and I opened my mouth and let it push itself in. He was bigger than what I’d had so far, and I couldn’t really work my mouth around his girth.

I opened my mouth and relaxed my jaw, and he began to fuck his cock in and out of my mouth. Olivia grabbed my head and held it still, bending down to spit on his cock as he thrust in and out.

“I want to see that big cock cum.” She told him quietly. “Are you going to coat her face with your nasty load?”

“Oh fuck yes.” He grunted, sliding in and out of my mouth faster.

I reached for his balls, cupping them as he started to quiver.

“So close! So close!” he told Olivia.

She grabbed his cock and started stroking it with two hands, while I kept rubbing his nuts.

“Now!” he screamed, and Olivia slapped the cock on my face as a great wave of sticky cum covered my forehead.

She jerked it again and I felt a sudden sensation of liquid heat in my hair, and then there was another spurt onto my forehead.

Olivia drug his cockhead along my face, and I flicked my tongue out against his salty cock-hole. I kissed that glorious cock and felt dizzy with lust.

He stepped away, and I looked to see who was next.

(#5 finishes and brings us to 34.75 inches, closing in on three feet).

“I think she’d be okay with that.” Said James.

He was standing close by watching us, and I’d missed whatever the guys standing there had asked him.

But when two guys stepped up at the same time, I figured out what their request must have been.

Both of them were rock hard, and the one on the left picked up one of the condoms and handed it to me. I unrolled it down his cock and began to suck him while his friend put his cock into Olivia’s hands.

She made eye contact with me and I nodded, sucking on the cock in my mouth while she rubbed the next one against my slippery and dripping face.

When she had it covered in slick cum she used it as lube and started stroking him rapidly, reaching down to fondle his balls while she did it.

I took the cock out of my mouth and put his balls in my mouth, gently sucking while stroking him in time with Olivia.

“Oh god that’s so fucking hot.” The guy Olivia was stroking moaned.

“Tell me when baby.” She whispered. “I want to add your cum to her messy face.”

That seemed to do it because he squeezed his eyes closed and grunted.

I sucked his friend back into my mouth, feeling the condom against the back of my throat as Olivia jerked him for all she could.

“Shit! Shit yea!” he screamed, as great strings of sperm leapt from his cock to my face. I closed my eyes as cum landed all over my eye lids, and I felt the cock in my mouth begin to swell.

I felt fingers begin to trace through the sticky mess on my face, doing their best to pull the salty discharge away from my eyes.

“She looks so pretty like this doesn’t she?” Olivia whispered.

“Oh hell yeah.” Said the owner of the cock in my mouth. “She’s so fucking hot with all that cum running down her face.”

“Tell me when you cum.” Olivia whispered to him. “I want to know when you’re pumping that condom full of your load while it’s deep in her mouth.”

“Shit yeah!” he hollered. “Now!”

His cock lurched in my mouth, and I felt it straining against my tongue as he pumped the condom full.

(#6 and 7 both finish and bring us to 47.25 inches. We’re at almost four feet).

The next guy up had a pleasant curve to his cock, and despite its length it was pleasantly thin.

I closed my lips around him and he slid into my mouth further than I expected. I suctioned my lips to his shaft and swallowed, with my throat flexing against his cockhead.

He reached out and caressed my cheek, and smiled down at me.

Olivia’s fingers continued to work through the sticky mess on my face.

I kept sucking, losing all track of time. I don’t think I had ever been this physically aroused, and I concentrated on the way my clit felt like it was buzzing while that cock kept sliding in and out of my mouth.

“GAWDFUCK!” he suddenly screamed, and Olivia was stroking another sticky load all over my face.

He stepped away and I turned to look at Olivia. Her eyes were dancing with lust, and my whole body was tingling with desire and need.

(#8 finishes and brings us to 54.50 inches, past four feet).

Olivia leaned down and put her mouth to my ear.

“Are you okay?” she whispered. “Do you need a break?”

“I’m okay.” I panted. “I just didn’t expect to get this horny. If a breeze blew through the room it would probably make me orgasm.”

She giggled as I turned back to the guy standing there. When I made eye contact with his cock I literally gasped in amazement, and I felt Olivia’s hand grab a fistful of my hair.

“Holy fuck!” said Olivia.

The cock pointing at us was easily nine inches long. And it was impossible to tell if it was more impressive length wise, or because of how thick it was. It throbbed rock hard, and dripped precum as I ran my finger along the bulging veins that were visible along the shaft.

It stood straight out away from his body, seeming to defy gravity despite its obvious heft and weight.