My gaping ass was starting to return to a nice tight star and my swollen pussy was feeling like she could take in a few more lodgers. Kate was cleaning up and was about to freshen her face when I made a suggestion.
"Let's start with us doing up our faces with each other, then we pan out and the ten cocks are waiting hard and hefty. Could be good for a laugh. And it reconnects our relationship to the audience." Lars smiled from his chair by a monitor.
"I love how you think, Fraulein June. Is that a good idea for you, Kate?"
My daughter rolled her eyes and sighed through a smile, "Of course. She's June for fuck's sake. Everything about her is legendary; why shouldn't this be?"
Marta was called over and a make-up mirror was rolled across the room. We stood as we had in Kate's dressing room, she on a stool, me behind, leaning in. As the cameras rolled, we began to do our eyes, blush, and some powdering (well, for me at least, Kate's skin was flawless). Last, we did our lips. The moves were instinctual as we posed, looking in each other's eyes, just six inches apart. We each took a lipstick and applied it to the other. Hers was "cherry tart" (apropos), mine "fire brigade red." We both turned to the mirror, and to the camera reflected behind us, puckered, and blew a kiss.
"Let's get a few more in us, baby girl!"
"You are such a slut, Mum. Love you!"
We air-kissed so as not to mess up our paint jobs. We'd let the sweat and cum, (and maybe a little wee) take care of that. The make-up station was wheeled away, and the revived men were lined up like military graduates at attention. I chuckled at the sight of their little soldiers looking not so little. I looked to Kate, and we simultaneously hummed in approval. She took Jack by the dick and led him to her side while my remaining first four followed and formed around her couch unit.
I knelt on the chaise section of my own, and Kate's first five gathered around me. Red the Viking was eager to please and bent down for a sloppy, wet kiss. He held me tight and twisted my left nipple, eliciting a yelp into his mouth. A bit rough for first contact, but I loved it. He was soon moaning with me as I felt rough hands taking me into their control.
Paul, the Frenchman, was at my bottom and was lusciously licking my bum hole and pussy. He used long wet laps, and I was pushing back into the sensation in no time. His wide hands encased the fullness of both cheeks, and he was kneading them sensually. I had a feeling I would be cumming quite soon.
Red was ready for my mouth, and I was ready for him. "I love anonymous fucks as much as the next lady, but what is your name, pet?"
"Erik," he grunted in a low bass as he slid across my tongue. I laughed at the joke, inwardly of course, as I was soon lashing and lathering. The mighty cock of Erik the Red had a bump from a circumcision gone pear-shaped. It was an interesting scar, and I was excited to feel it scrape my g-spot later. For now, task at hand was extracting some Viking vigor! Erik would soon deliver in pailfulls.
Meantime, across the way, Kate was putting her youthful flexibility on full display. The Flemish brown-haired man was holding her almost upside down, her shins across his shoulders. He was crouched on the couch and fucking straight down into her pussy with slow deliberation. The black man I had, (whose name was Tony, I learned during the break) was holding her midair by her shoulders and was face fucking her. The German man with the big dick was waiting his turn, and as Tony pulled out with a sodden mess on his purple-brown behemoth, Kate gasped for air. The German gave her one breath and was following suit with a throat thrust of his own. Kate took it like a trooper and even moaned in pleasure at the intrusion.
Back in Juneland, Erik and I were in perfect sync with his thrusts and my slurping. I was sucking for extraction, no other purpose. A fat cock was now in my ass, and I felt a small belly hitting my cheeks with each strong thrust. This must be the shorter black guy with the dreadlocks.
"Dios Mio!" he shouted as he hissed through a few solid thrusts. A Spaniard! How continental of me. He was hitting me with impactful intrusion that was churning my juices to extravagance. I was feeling a little light-headed and pulled off of Erik. I looked off-camera at Marta and mimed drinking. I knew dehydration when I felt it! With all of my fluids flowing and the sweat dripping, I foolishly did not drink anything in the break and would need replenishment. Until then, I had work to do.
I took Erik back in, slobbering and sucking hard. He smiled at my renewed energy. Between my rival daughter and I, I wanted first cum and I knew how to get it!
Now these guys are professionals. They know control and they know how to last for a long time. But I had a feeling that, after a spell in my throat, my Viking mate was going to give me what I needed. I sucked in hard, and he followed my tongue in. Soon my nose was tickled by his red hairs and air was being cut off. The lightheadedness was returning, but with a better feeling of accomplishment behind it. I was sucking for all I was worth my tongue lathering him.
My back door was still being pounded, but I didn’t care. I almost didn’t even feel it. I reached below my Viking's cock, squeezed his bollocks, and his neck clenched, and his cock flexed. The head expanded in my throat and started to shoot. He grunted something in a Nordic language as I slurped off of him. Scandia sauce was spewing all over my face and into my hair. He was breathing heavily, spittle, and semen dripping down off of my face and onto my chest. It was a glorious feeling. With a quick intake for cleansing, I hummed my sensuous approval of the treat, noticing the camera zooming in for my tongue licking my chin.
My head was vibrating, however, as my Spanish friend was really letting me have it. I bent my head down and breathed in deeply, watching his balls slap my thighs. This man was hanging a low fruit full. Marta was off camera, and I reached out. She handed me a sports drink of a reddish color. I downed it in one go, some spilling out onto the couch as the driver in my bottom never relented.
I tossed the empty and grunted with the satisfaction of meeting the anal assault full on. I looked up and saw two of my lads stroking nearby. "Come on, then. We haven't got all day!" They both smiled and Paul the Frenchman proceeded to lift me up and back onto the brown round chest of my arse fucker. The Spaniard wrapped his left hand around me easily taking my right tit in hand. Paul then positioned himself under me, his legs spread around, his impressive pole pointing straight up.
"Allez vous!" he instructed, and "go" I did.
With the help of two of my motherfuckers, I was lifted up and vaginally impaled on the impressive Eifel Tower in front of me. All the while, the Spaniard never left my blackhole. The full-on debauchery of another DP was outstanding, and I opened my mouth and shouted, "Fuck yes! Fill my holes, lads! Give me all you have!" In answer, I was shoved down toward Paul's chest and found two cocks in front of me, just over his head. I turned left first, seeing Will the thin-cocked bloke, and gave his a good lashing. Then I went right to the well-endowed other American blonde and gave in kind. Once again, airtight with four cocks.
Kate was screaming. It was an incredible sound filled with sweet pain and fucking frenzy. I was able to slap the long cock out of the way to see her for a brief moment. Focusing was a challenge as the two cocks down below were shaking me to my core with aggressive and pleasurable plowing.
Kate's screams were singing with intense pain /pleasure as she was being held still on top of one of her fuckers. Tony's long black cock was halfway in her bottom. Another member, our Georg the German, was glistening with lube and was attempting to push in next to his fuckbuddy! When she had screamed, garnering my attention, his head had just popped in the hole. Never in my whole "career" had I engaged two cocks in my bum at once. Face, yes, and pussy, well, dildo and cock so close but not quite the same.
But this, this was skill beyond my comprehension. Kate was shaking and grunting, her face red in concentration. "Mother" took me over, and I went to ask if she was alright, but the bald-headed cock wielder on my right had another idea. He shoved into full gag depth and my voice gargled out with a volley of saliva. Kate was alright, it seemed, as she stretched up and held herself still as the second cock made its way half in.