I was in John's Escalade, being delivered to my second gangbang bukkake party. I was excited, eager to get there, when he dropped a bomb on me.

"It will be a little different tonight."

"Mmmm? Meaning what?"

"Well, you're not a rookie anymore, we're trying another format."

I didn't know what he was talking about.

He clarified, "There will be a second woman in the mix, Alexandra."

I felt a surge of anxiety, my head full of questions.

"What am I supposed to do with Alexandra?" I said, with too much nasty in my voice.

"Cindy, chill. Alex is a regular, an awesome woman, experienced."

I folded my arms, looked out the window, away from John.

He kept trying. "She will be a mentor for you, she'll make things better. No worries, okay?"

I stewed for another minute, then yielded a little.

"Well, if you say so. I just don't have anything to go by."

"You joined us last time with absolutely nothing to go by, but wasn't it was a fabulous night for you?"

He glanced in my direction, "True, right?"

I nodded. I was starting to get it, but then, disaster.

As we pulled into a parking space at the club, he asked, "Do you enjoy sex with women?"

Oh no. "Is that what you expect tonight? Lesbians? You want me to eat pussy on stage?"

John said nothing. My head was whirling. Why was I there?

The car had stopped, John opened my door, but I didn't move to get out.

In my head, I reviewed the weeks since this all started.

The first party was unbelievable -- perfectly, amazingly, overwhelmingly great. Afterward I found I was constantly hot, sexually aroused big time. I could not stop thinking about that night, all the combinations and permutations of men I had been with, the gallons of cum that drenched me, the welcomed invasion of my every opening, in so many creative ways. All while on display, watched by so many men as I wallowed in cum.

So hot!

Once I had that, I wanted it again. Really wanted it.

I had phoned Jack, my contact with the club. He welcomed the idea of another party with me, gave me the scheduled date. I was excited and happy at first.

Then I got worried. Could I manage a successful second party? Would expectations be too high? Was the energy I had the first time mostly because it was the first time? Maybe that first night was impossible to duplicate?

My initial excitement mixed with deep doubt, but gradually the pendulum swung the other way. I returned to an optimistic view, happily anticipating another night of incredible sexual fun.

The day before, I had gone shopping. I wanted to look nice for my entrance -- okay, hot, slutty -- but not merely that.

I settled on a black, one-piece minidress, made of soft knit material. It was sleeveless with narrow shoulder straps connecting the deeply scooped bodice to the low cut back. It was a mystery how it stayed on.

Its full skater skirt ended mid-thigh, displaying lots of leg. Black high heels completed the outfit. I planned to wear it without a bra, bare legs, but I did buy a new pair of black lace panties.

The dress was less slutty than my man-bait costume at the Rendezvous Bar, but it was plenty sexy.

In front of the mirror, I bent over forward. My boobs were trying to climb out, but couldn't quite escape. Just right. I flicked my nipples to make sure they could poke through the fabric. They passed the test!

I giggled at myself, "You cumslut, you!"

I didn't mind calling myself a slut, or if anybody else did. In fact I welcomed it. I liked the sexual arousal. I was going to be gangbanged! Again! Mmmmmm. I was in the life, loving it.

It was a quarter to ten, Friday evening, when John's Cadillac arrived in front of the small house I rent in Venice. The agony of waiting was finally over. He rang at the door, waited patiently. When he saw me come out -- tiny black dress, full long blond hair, minimal makeup, so much skin showing -- he flashed a huge smile.

"Wow! Cindy, you look amazing!"

I smiled too, gave him a full body hug, brief kiss. "Thanks for the confidence builder! You are a love."

As we drove to the club, everything felt perfect.

But that's when John sprang Alexandra on me. Suddenly, I didn't know what to think.

Then, my calming influence emerged. Why wouldn't I eat pussy on stage? I happily sucked cum from dozens of men's cocks, in front of a crowd of cheering fans. I was the girl reamed by every dick in the room, double penetrated while other men came in my mouth. Not to mention the many other acts from the first party, remember? I had released myself to enjoy all of that, really, really enjoy. I realized I could do the same for the second party.

My horny hotness started to return, to dominate, as party images danced in my head.

Alexandra may be a delight, for all I know. Why not find out? The idea was just new, that's all.

John understood I was struggling. He stood patiently at the open passenger door, until I was able to settle.

At last, I climbed out of the vehicle, with John's helping hand. As I got out of the seat, I did nothing to prevent my skirt going up, displaying everything including the panties at the tops of my thighs. He flashed a big grin. After I emerged fully, he comforted me with an embrace, ran his hands all over my exposed back, slipped inside to squeeze my ass cheek, then held me away to look into my eyes. That is, my eyes after he looked at my cleavage.

"Cindy, you will be as terrific tonight as the last time, if not more so. Nothing to worry about, I assure you, nothing."

He held me again. I was still doubtful, but, warmed by him, I was reassured.

I could do it!

"OK, let's go in."

We rang the bell. After a brief delay, James welcomed us. He boosted my spirits with s big hug and elaborate praise of my dress, so far a unanimous hit. He held my hand, turning me this way and that as he checked out how I was packaged. He was clearly having a lot of fun, enjoying me and making me feel very good.

When we entered the club room, it only took seconds for everyone to notice I was there. In a moment, I was surrounded by welcoming faces, happy to see me, wowed by my dress, repeating praise for our last party, chattering on and on.

They formed a circle where I could whirl to their clapping, to show the full benefits of the skirt. As I went round and round, the skirt flew out, again revealing my long legs and panties. I added deep bows, dipping as I turned, arms out, giving everyone a good view of my butt and restless boobs. Friendly laughter and applause followed my moves. I was feeling better and better.

Right then, Alexandra made her appearance, joining the rising tempo of the group around me.

She was an exceptionally stunning woman, with straight black hair and dusky skin tone. Her classic Mediterranean features included a long face with large, luminous hazel eyes, straight nose, and an invitingly broad mouth with pouty lips. She was dressed in a flowing gown of mixed bright colors, low cut, revealing ample breasts. Her dress was slit from upper thigh to the floor, showing glimpses of her long legs as she moved.

Alexandra embraced me during the introductions. She spoke with a trace Euro-accent, adding to her exotic persona.

She took my hand for the first time, "You will call me Alex, little Cindy."

She then excitedly twirled me around, still holding my hand, smiling broadly at me, appearing to be totally delighted to have me as her partner in the night's activities.

She bent to my ear, warm, sensuous, saying quietly, only to me, "We are destined to be the best of friends, I sense it immediately."

Just like that, all doubt vanished.

The men cheered us, it was clearly time to party. The lighting was adjusted, background music began.

Alex walked me to the semi-circular couch, where we sat in the middle section. Our audience gathered near, but gave us space to begin our eagerly awaited sexual interaction.

She whispered, "Let me lead."

I passively accepted her suggestion. She leaned into me, to give me a kiss, at first so light, soft, then changing smoothly to harder, deeper. Her tongue went into my mouth. I wove mine with hers, my lips and tongue coming to life without thought as my body responded to Alex's erogenous moves.

We quickly advanced to even deeper kisses, with our hands naturally exploring and caressing, getting more and more intimate.

All my senses were energized, erotic perceptions flowed in too fast to grasp.

I hugged her to me, learning her body. She was bigger than me but smaller than most men. She was all woman: soft, smooth, curvy, so good to taste and smell. I loved the texture of her long hair, of her skin. I was overcome by her, the wetness of arousal expanding in my pussy.

A thought flashed, "This is so easy, delightful, why was I worried before?"

Alex stood up, shed her dress with a quick, graceful toss of her wrist. She stood unveiled, tall, slender, wearing only red bikini panties paired with a minimal quarter-cup bra in matching color, overflowing with her exquisite breasts.

I couldn't not look at her body. I stared where her underthings lightly covered her. She was dark where I was light, including her thick bush of black pubic hair easily seen through the sheer panties. Large maroon areolas surrounded her erect nipples, showing through and above her bra.

In a word, breathtaking.

She motioned for me to stand with her, I immediately complied. I was drawn to her, she was magnetic, I wanted to please her. I was also aware of the hushed, rapt attention of our male audience, enthralled by the ritual Alex and I were playing out.

She pressed against me, reaching behind to release the small zipper of my suddenly superfluous dress. I stood motionless while she pushed the straps off my shoulders, peeled it off my body, lifted it over my head, leaving me in just my panties as I kicked off my shoes.

Alex looked me over with utter fascination, eager anticipation. The audience sizzled with approval, voicing positive remarks on our bodies, on everything they saw.

I leaned into her. I could feel her soft skin, the silk of her underthings. Impatient to see her breasts freed from the bra, I opened the hooks as she bent to kiss me deeply once more. The tiny bra was discarded on the floor.

Now our kiss included grinding against each other, feeling the fullness of breasts, the hard points of nipples, the bare skin.

I backed away a moment, shed my panties, showing off my freshly waxed pubic mound. A murmur of delight came from the audience. I put the panties to my nose, inhaled deeply, then tossed them to the men, like a bridal bouquet, causing a brief riot.

Alex moved closer, cupped my smooth pussy, slipped a finger in, then brought the finger teasingly to her mouth. She licked it, accompanied by smiles, murmurs. She looked at the men, nodded her agreement about my exquisite taste.

She whispered in my ear, "Now me, little gash."

I knelt down to slip her panties off. With my head at her crotch, I buried my face in her newly uncovered pubic hair, moving left and right, up and down. I slipped a finger into her moist slit. I brought the wet finger to my mouth, intense enjoyment welling up in me as I smelled the pungent fragrances arriving at my senses.

I looked up at Alex, whose face showed the same rapture I was feeling. She crouched down, we kissed and licked fingers.

The guys went nuts.

From this brief exploration with Alex, I was already near an orgasm, very surprised at the depth of the attraction I felt for her. Mostly I just wanted more.

"How far can this go?" I wondered.

I couldn't wait any longer. We rushed to the bed, I pushed her down. She fell back, laughing with me. There was nothing between us as I lay down on her, rubbing my full body against hers, wriggling and squirming, interlocking our legs, our hands everywhere feeling curves, mounds and openings. I reached her mouth with mine, entering into a voluptuous kiss with deep probing tongues, a kiss that was sweet, delicious, unsurpassed by any guy I ever knew.

I returned to her breasts, rubbed my face on them, between them. Then I focused on sucking her engorged, hardened nipples. She responded with ecstasy to my actions, gasped and moaned with pleasure, arching, twisting, opening and closing her legs.

Finally, there was only one thing left to do.

I looked her in the eyes, I licked my lips.

She said, "Let me be first."

I lay back on the bed, pulled up my legs, spreading wide, providing Alex with free access to my pussy. Quiet whispers from the men watching let me know they understood the depth of what was happening between us.

Magic was happening.

She was an expert beyond any of my experience, licking me, pushing into my pussy with her probing tongue, grasping my sensitive spots with her lips, using her fingers to supplement her mouth, all in a way that pushed me ever higher into the clouds. I didn't even know where I was when she suddenly buzzsawed my clit with her tongue tip, generating an explosive orgasm at my highest heights. I made such outrageous noises as I came, the audience shouted with me, mimicking my sounds, urging me onward.

I had forgotten the roomful of men watching us, but with my orgasm their exuberant applause, loud shouts and catcalls returned to my consciousness. I lay there, temporarily spent, purring while Alex dominated me on her hands and knees. Her face glistened with my pussy juice, her breasts brushed mine, she held a knee tight against my pussy, pulsing with a slow rhythm. She smiled broadly at my orgasmic pleasure.

"I knew we would be best friends, little cunt," she declared, delighting me.

"Kiss me," I requested, wanting her so badly. Pure lust, naked want, was the only concept I was capable of holding in my dazzled mind.

She bent to me, I opened my mouth to greet her.

Oh what a kiss. I tasted her mouth and my pussy together, more intoxicating than the finest wine. I hungrily devoured her lips, tongue, mouth, then licked her whole face, neck. I moved to lick all the erogenous parts of her body. From there, it was a small step to clamping my mouth on her pussy, using my tongue to go deep inside her, to flick her clit. I was just starting but already was thrilled to be there. She smelled and tasted like heaven itself.

Her pubic hairs were finer than silk, slipping and sliding on my teeth, across my lips, tongue. I licked her outer lips, then pushed inside as deep as my tongue would go. I pushed her legs back to go deeper. I sunk my nose into her wet tunnel. Oh wondrous tastes, aromas, my head spun. The word delicious now crowded out all other thoughts.

There I was, licking Alex's pussy on stage, with a crowd of men cheerleading. Contrary to my earlier uninformed fears, I could not imagine anywhere I would rather be or anything I would rather be doing. There was nowhere to go, I had reached the heights of ecstasy.

I licked and sucked her lower area, totally, until everything was glistening wet. Her pussy, her inner thighs, my entire face. I had made a sloppy pigpen that felt fabulous, had the amazing aroma of Alex mixed with me.

I found her clit once more. I flicked it a few times with my tongue, musing about what I liked to have men do to me, what Alex had done. She encouraged me with her sounds, body movements, holding my head to guide me. We writhed together, made wordless sounds together.

One way or another, I reached her. I could feel she was climbing toward her own orgasm. I increased the tempo of my sucking, tickling her clit, keeping a finger inside to further stimulate her. All of that synced up perfectly with her own motions. Soon she was clamping me in her thighs, bucking and jumping, squeezing and releasing as she gave an almost inhuman shriek of climax, arched up, then flopped back down, finally allowing me to come up for air.

I put my head down, resting on her curly mound of pubic hair, keeping one finger slowly stirring her pussy. We were both nearly still for a few moments, while the men shouted approval. We eventually sat up, embraced, kissed again with so much tongue. We licked off each other's faces.

An intense friendship had been born, we could not get enough of each other.

John came over, looked at us sitting together, shook his head.

"Still worried?" he asked me.

"Only about drowning in her!" I laughed as I told him, "You were so right about Alex."

I put an arm around her, she put an arm around me. We held for a moment.

But now that we were bonded, we had a party waiting. We needed a transition from our own delight to the gangbang bukkake we were there for. Alex and John knew what to do.

John helped us to stand up. We stood together, naked, holding hands, facing the crowd. John raised our clasped hands in a gesture of championship triumph. I glanced at Alex with her dazzling smile. We each waved with our free hand.

The men went wild, cheering, whistling, stamping their feet. Then, understanding the shift, they removed their clothes.

Alex pointed into the boisterous group. "Jack! Come here."

She held out a hand, Jack eagerly complied.

Alex embraced him, gave him a deep kiss as he ran his hands over her body, starting with her breasts, then moving to put fingers into her.

"Mmmm," she said. "Feels good, don't stop."

They wriggled together a moment, still kissing, fingering.

She asked, "What do you taste in my kiss?"

"Uh, pussy?"

She nodded, looking delighted. "Cindy's pussy, think about that while you kiss me more."

She drew him into an embrace resuming the passionate kissing, rapidly turning into love making. Jack's erection signaled my next move.

While their kiss went on, I got on my knees to suck off Jack's inviting hard on. Alex petted my head as I blew him, keeping Jack busy with her deep kisses at the same time.

The crowd roared approval as I cupped his balls, stroked his ass, and most of all sucked him to oblivion. He soon erupted with a geyser of cum in my mouth. I squeezed his shaft and continued to suck until he was done.

I stood up, my mouth full of cum, everyone knew it. I gave Jack a push to disconnect him from Alex, our "victim" went back to his group. The audience erupted again as Alex and I dropped on the bed together. I straddled her, my head above hers.

The noise was deafening as they urged, "Give it to her, give it to her ..."

I did. Alex opened her mouth, looking at me with excited amusement. I pushed the snowball out so it fell in a thick drool from my mouth to hers, a long slimy stream. As soon as most of it was gone, I pressed my lips to Alex's, mixed our tongues, both of us stirring the cum soup in her mouth.

The chant changed to, "Give it back, give it back ..."

Laughing as much as we could without losing the cum, I flipped onto my back while Alex rolled over, on top, to return the snowball to me. This time, she purposely missed my mouth, spreading slime over my face. She bent down to lick me off, we kissed more, we played little games, a big charge for our audience.

Men began to step up. "You need fresh cum," one said.

Alex spoke for both of us, "You have convinced me, smooth talker, I am ready."

I enjoyed what happened as the action went wild. I lay on my back with Alex on hands and knees over me. Men jerked off on us, mostly facials, or fucked any of our holes, including face fucking. When Alex got shots in her mouth, she brought the snowballs dutifully to me. When her pussy and ass, one or both, were filled with cum, she walked on her knees to my face, squeezed it all out right there, into my open mouth. She pushed her whole cummy crotch down on me, I licked and sucked as much as I could.

I was often able to give it back to her as we rolled on the bed, changing positions.

Alex made clear that all choices were available for any man, whatever he wanted. She opened her mouth, took in their cocks, received their shots, tilted her cheek to take lines, arched her back to offer her tits, turned to present her back end, literally open to anything. She used me to extend what she was offering, steering cocks into my mouth -- or other place -- plus bringing me cum from in or on her body. While the men kept the cum flowing, I felt her up, licked her, stuck my fingers in her crotch or mouth. She did it all to me.

Eager studs appeared next to us, standing or kneeling on the bed, giving us their cum in so many individual ways. My head-spinning circus with them and Alex made me delirious. Men coming outside or inside me, hands touching me everywhere, rubbing bodies with Alex, getting cum from her, amplified by the crowd noises, their many sexual comments, their actions as they got off on one or both of us, I spiraled up, up.

It all formed a background that I floated in. My body was aflame, pussy engorged, pouting, full of cum, ass repeatedly invaded and filled, nipples standing straight up, my mouth excited, seeking more activity, everything, everywhere on and in me, wanting more.

I felt I was spinning around and around, I got a high from that I never got any other way.

A platoon of erect guys appeared, ready to drench Alex's front with cum -- face, tits, belly, pussy. She moved onto her back, with her legs wide open, tempting, inviting. While cum was still falling, I was lifted up by my arms and legs, gently lowered on her, facing down. They held on to me as they slid my body over hers to spread the cum around, using me as a brush.

Left on my hands and knees, face in her bush, I was told, "All for you Cindy, lick it off."

I eagerly lapped it up, depositing cum into Alex's mouth each time mine filled. Not just that, I included lots of deep kissing, fingering each other as our lips connected.

The men never missed an opportunity to get into my mouth, or other opening, as Alex and I did our thing. While I was busy licking up the cum, kissing Alex, I was getting fucked each time I turned around. When my pussy was full of cum, I sat on Alex's face so she could get that batch too. When I was sitting up, I was hit with cum lines on the breasts, face or anywhere.

Truthfully, I begged for it. I arched my back, used my hands to point my tits at men, telling them how much I wanted it. "Put it there, big guy! Cum on my tits."

If that's not what they wanted, I followed their instructions, opening my mouth, spreading my legs, putting my ass up. I was dedicated to the art of cumslut, ready for it all.

It was so crazy stimulating, I was having orgasms almost non-stop. Each time I sat on Alex's face, or we deeply kissed, or a cock was in one of my openings, I found myself flying over the top with another one. I would have to pause a moment to quiver, gasp, pant, yield to the orgasm. I was in sexual heaven.

The men seemed to like Alex and me in exactly this way. They covered us with cum, enjoying our antics in sharing it. We slopped ourselves with it, stimulated each other with it. Our cum festival lasted until most of the men had had at least one cumshot.

I was truly earning my cumslut credentials.

When the tempo slowed, Alex and I got up, embraced while the men surrounded us with loud, happy celebration. We danced together, so slimed up that we could easily slide skin on skin, lubed by the cum, moving to the music. Cum slid down, dripped from everywhere.

It was a delightful interlude.

I put my hands on her breasts, feeling their weight, bigger and heavier than my own. As we continued to sway, I played with her nipples. Like mine, they were erect, hard points. She kept her arms loosely around my neck, just smiled at me, looking in my eyes, feeling everything while seeing no one else. I put one hand in her pussy, sloppy, wet, steaming hot. I scooped a sample of the contents from her, brought it to my mouth, licked some, smeared the rest on her face. I kissed her again, still dancing, still licking her, sharing the pungent contents of her cunt.

The men were rhythmically clapping and chanting, so pleased with us, encouraging. They weren't demanding anything, but getting aroused again.

We ended the dancing with another full cum-covered-bodies-mashed-together kiss.

Alex never lost track of our goals. "Time for something new, little blond pussy."

She knew where to go to produce a large dildo from a drawer, led me by the hand, going to a large, comfortable chair.

She spoke privately, to me only, "Use the dildo to pleasure me. Do it hard, don't hold back."

Nothing more was said, Alex just settled into the cushions, spread her legs. I knelt in front of her, smelling her delicious pussy. Men began to gather around, no need to make any announcement.

The dildo was pretty huge, with a natural curve. Most men aren't nearly that long or fat. My instructions were "Don't hold back," but I started slowly. I started to lick and suck her. I found her creamy, still loaded with cum and her own juices from the earlier round of fun. While I flicked her clit, she rotated her hips, squeezed and released my head with her legs, put her head back and moaned. I noisily slurped her slit, a bit exaggerated, but genuinely enjoyed.

More men joined to watch, fascinated by Alex's reaction to me.

"Fuck me, little blond cunt!" she demanded, past patience with my stimulating but slow start.

I put the tip of the dildo in her opening, then pushed it deeply inside. Cum and juices rolled out as she was stretched beyond her relaxed size. Alex smiled at me, gasped a few words, "That's it, darling."

I began a rhythmic movement, in and out, in and out, twisting a little, pushing left, right, up, down, to increase the sensations.

I leaned my head against her inner thigh, feeling her smoothness on my cheek, aware of the toned muscles beneath the skin. She was now bucking, moaning, starting to thrash as the dildo in my hand fucked her harder and deeper.

The action was getting to the men, they began some audience participation.

Alex's head was moving around with her moans, fallen back on the chair cushion. She made a good target for the men who jerked off on her face, or put their cock directly in her mouth as they came. Some preferred her exposed front, breasts mostly but other areas too. Cum was dripping from her face and out of her mouth. Her breasts were glazed. She turned her head to make it easier when needed, or used her hands to steer the cock, always welcoming the next prick, the next load. She rubbed the cum into her boobs and body, smeared her face, licked it off her hands, while writhing in ecstasy.

I only hoped I looked as beautiful as she did, when I was in that position.

I had my own fans. Some of the guys preferred "blond cunt" to "bushy pussy," their shorthand names for us. I was intent on plunging the dildo into Alex hard and often, but that didn't stop men from jacking off on my cheeks or pushing their cock into my mouth. As I watched Alex drip cum, I could feel the warm lines dripping off my own face. I could feel the warm pool on my tongue. I just kept working on Alex, going harder and deeper when it became clear she could take it.

I felt my hips grabbed by someone behind me, pulling my ass up from my seated position. I changed to hands and knees, still facing between Alex's legs, still working the dildo, as the unseen someone plunged a big cock into my ass. He pumped me in sync with my dildo rhythm. He went in me, the dildo went in Alex, then back. Meanwhile, there was a man who slid under me to suck my swaying tits while he jerked off.

This arrangement worked well enough. We were stimulating to watch, with Alex on her back in the chair, getting pounded by me with the dildo. Her body was continually taking cumshots, which she enthusiastically assisted. I was on my knees with all holes available, my breasts used by the man under me for his pleasure. Of course, my face and mouth were popular landing zones too.

As each guy had his climax and withdrew, there was always another to take his place.

Alex and the dildo had a torrid affair, with me guiding the toy. When she had enough, Alex breathlessly urged me, "Finish me with your beautiful slut mouth!"

I kept the dildo in her with one hand, put the fingers of my other hand in with it, into her warm and wet cunt. My mouth then went seriously to work on her clit, holding her with my lips while my tongue gave her a lashing. She moaned loudly, then started to wildly screech, whimper, thrash as she approached her finish. Men gathered around us, trying to beat off, to finish with Alex. Finally, she burst with a scream of delighted torture, flopped around, clamped me in her thighs, all as cum rain from multiple guys fell on us both.

I left the dildo in place, as I thrust forward onto her belly, landing my cheek in a pool of cum. I lay there, holding her, one hand on a breast, one inside her with the huge toy, licking the cum pool slowly. She petted my head. A few late men arrived after the main surge, I was dazed, didn't care as more cum hit us.

I guess they liked Alex and her dildo because next they wanted me with a dildo. After the briefest rest, I was escorted to the bar area. The bar top was cleared, I was lifted up, directed to lay down on the surface, flat on my back, knees up, feet at the open end. My pussy was available for anything.

Alex arrived beside the bar, looked me over, kissed me, but only for a moment. She slipped a long neck wine bottle into me, began to fuck me with it. I relaxed into feeling the strokes, finding the smooth glass and long extent very pleasing. Alex talked to the men about what was happening to me, what the look on my face meant, explaining a woman's orgasm.

"Blond Cunt is climbing the stairway to heaven, I will make this bottle her whole existence!"

Listening to her made me hotter, as she drove the bottle faster, deeper. I lost track of where I was as my arousal took over completely. Alex's bottle work drove me to a big orgasm, delighting everyone, followed by many more small ones as the action went on.

In my daze, I saw men step up next to me, on both sides of the bar, stroking their dicks. Alex turned the bottle work over to a very willing and skilled man, then began to work the line, sucking off one man after another. As soon as she got a load, she carried it to me in her cheeks, dropping it into my open mouth, slobbering it on my tits or wherever, obeying the preferences of the man who produced it.

Most popular was for Alex to simply kiss me with the cum, letting it drool between us snowball style. But she got a lot of other suggestions, some exciting, some impossible. Alex did as many as she could, getting smeared herself as she shared the cum with me. It became another sloppy cumfest that we all enjoyed.

I came and came from the bottle fuck, I never knew that could be so stimulating. Or maybe it was the company, Alex and the men, the cum, I don't know.

When there were no more requests, I was helped off the bar, reunited with Alex, rewarded by a lot of pleased applause.

James got everyone's attention to announce last call. Alex thought a moment before leading me to the bed, taking my hand in her now familiar way. We lay down together, I kissed her, she told me what to do.

"Sixty-nine position, little waxed pussy."

I had grown to like her endearments, calling me "little" usually combined with slut, pussy, gash or cunt. It was a personal touch, just for me. Each time, I felt the heat.

I was pleased to be between her legs again, to press my face into her pubic hair once more. She was cummy, sweaty, slick with her own juices but it was all honey nectar to me.

I was happily slurping away, getting the same from Alex, when five men approached, wanting to use us both, simultaneously.

We sat up, faces shining from pussy lapping. Matching the request, we pressed our cheeks close together, mouths wide open. As the men jerked off, we stole kisses, touched tongues, tweaked nipples, tried to make it exciting for them, enjoyable for us too. Soon the cum began to spurt from the cock tips, one, three, finally all five. A lot of the cum was in our mouths, more was not far off. We began to lick it up, to share, acting as slutty as possible. The men were very pleased.

Ready to return to the sixty-nine I was interrupted by a man who wanted to lick me.

"You look so velvety, waxed. You're so blond. I just have to get my face in there."

I grinned at his open expression of his needs. I agreed, laying on my back with my legs opened wide for him. He seemed so pleased as he went down to put his mouth to my smooth mound. He pressed his lips tightly against me, licking around my creases and edges, finally getting his tongue into my slit. He worked my clit with his tongue, rapid and varying movements. I was very aroused by his efforts, he was quite good at it, so enthusiastic.

"Am I taking too much time?" he asked, lifting his head a moment.

Alex answered, telling him, "I want her to come, you must turn over."

She rearranged us, with him on his back, my cunt on his face. I watched Alex, while she sucked his cock.

My delighted lover tried to concentrate enough to get me off while Alex showed him how a blow job should be done. In a few minutes he was gasping and writhing. Alex lifted her face to show her mouth was full of his cum.

The man bravely kept licking, even after he came. I was near an orgasm as Alex brought his cum to me with a messy kiss, augmented with her hands rapidly stimulating my every sexual area. The multiple manual titillations produced fireworks in me. As I squirmed around on his face in another orgasm, the three of us fell onto the bed, a happy tangle. He finished me off beautifully.

This episode led to the Blow Job Challenge. Alex and I were to compete, who can bring the most guys off by mouth in ten minutes? Bets were placed.

Ready, set, go.

We each had a line to service. Men switched lines to get me or Alex as they preferred. I was lucky at first, two early guys practically creamed my face before I got my mouth around them. Two down, I was ahead.

But Alex's experience rapidly took over. As she sucked the front man in her line, she had hand jobs going for two more. Prepped by Alex's hands, there was instant gratification once she got a man into her mouth. Then, "Next!" Repeat.

Each fresh cock pushed cum from the last out of her mouth. She paid no attention, dripping massively from her lower lip and chin. Even though a lot was lost, her mouth was full, practically the whole time. When we were done, with Alex an amazing five men ahead, she brought it all to me.

All she could say was "Mmmm, mmm, muh." I think she was trying to tell me, "Lay down, loser blond cunt."

She pointed at the bed. I laughed and did it her way.

She brought me the huge snowball, I opened up and took it in, fingering my clit while we played with the mouth cum. We swapped and kissed, fondled, making the most out of it. Our fans rejoiced, bets were paid to Alex's supporters.

Next idea was a quad titfuck, requested by a guy with a really long dong, long enough to make it work easily. He stood while Alex and I were on our knees. We tried to start but decided we weren't slippery enough.

I went to two of the watching men, quickly sucked them off. Then I went to Alex, kissed her lavishly with it. Now we had plenty of cum and spit. We applied it to our boobs, teasing and playing, giving us a real slippery coating. We pressed ourselves to his dick from both sides, breasts forming a soft, wet, four-boob tube.

Long Dong liked our plan. He started moving up and down as we held our boobs tightly against him, fun for us and for him. When he started to squirt cum we pressed even tighter against his dick to get it all, make it feel good for him. We bounced and laughed, he sprayed upward, we got it on our boobs and faces too. He groaned, grunted and finally pulled away.

He said, with a silly grin, "Very satisfied, girls."

Multiple other men were watching. They called, "Hey, hold that position!"

A line formed to try it. By the time we were done, probably a dozen men got off that way, each leaving behind a lot of cum to lube the next customer. As before, we licked each other off, loving the treat.

At the end, James asked, "Who still has a load in them?"

More men than I expected stepped forward.

Alex and I conferred a moment, decided to get on the bed for more kissing, giving the guys an open invitation to do whatever they wanted.

Once on the bed, we pressed our cum-slick bodies together, slid our tits around on each other, giving us excited giggles. After rubbing our nipples together, we started more deep kissing, tongue play, fingers moving from pussy to mouth. We were moaning with enjoyment, acknowledging the intense pleasure we shared. Absorbed in each other, we were highly aroused, still carried by the momentum of the ongoing party.

I recognized that I adored Alex, she seemed to feel the same about me.

The men must have liked us too. Cum was sprayed on us from all directions. The starting group were joined by others whose interest was renewed -- watching us pushed their buttons.

I went down on Alex, I just had to suck her clit some more. With my mouth on her pussy, I hardly noticed the cock pressed against my cheek, giving us both a cum shot while I licked her, cum that transferred to my mouth. I could feel cum flowing from around my pussy where Alex was having similar experiences.

We kept going, I had orgasm after orgasm, men cummed both of us, until there were no more men. Eventually I left the cloud of Alex's aroma to sit up. I looked around -- men were there, watching, mostly with limp dicks spent from their many opportunities to get off.

Alex sat up too, cupped my breasts, licked off my nipples. We hugged, Alex had a brilliant smile for me as did I for her.

She said to the men, "Anyone else want to have a go?"

One guy did step up, she licked and sucked him, then jerked him off quickly, another mouthful. She swallowed it.

James stood before us, hands extended to lift us up.

He led a round of applause, "Let's give it up for Alexandra and Cindy, two of the most talented, pleasuring women we have ever had here."

We smiled, waved, took theatrical bows, then it was over.

Alex and I went to the shower, walking together, holding hands. We got in, sharing the spray in the large, multihead enclosure. Washing her with a big natural sponge, soaped up under the hot spray, was one of the highlights of the evening for me. As much as I loved everything I got from the men, I found myself highly turned on, just sponging her. When Alex washed me, paying special attention to my overstimulated vagina, I was back in heaven.

"Ah, little cunt. So much cum, I will clean you."

She kissed me, with her mouth open and tongue working, as she washed me, inside and out, rubbing my pussy clean as promised, driving me toward orgasm yet again. The tingling spray stimulated my entire skin, adding a whole other layer as I was erotically overwhelmed. My orgasm was quick and powerful, I clung to Alex, gasping, then surprised myself by crying in her arms, my face between her breasts.

"You will come home with me tonight, little pussy." She left no room for discussion.

Following goodbyes, Alex and I drove away from the club, in her compact BMW. Snuggled in the soft leather seat, aware of Alex's comforting presence, I felt utterly safe and protected. I had only known Alex for a few hours, but it seemed like I had known her forever. I was sure she was going to be a very important part of my future.