Joe's and my sex life grew even larger after that BBQ (see Suck School Grad-1), where I came out of the closet, so to speak. Of course my cock sucking skills and desires were never really a secret. Joe had described them to at least a few of his close friends in explicit detail. But the BBQ made it more known. There I had sucked off two of my husband's friends (one in the open back yard), got finger fucked, fucked, and fist fucked by one, and sucked off a neighbor whom I hadn't met before.
Our own private sex life, exorbitant by normal standards, diminished not a whit. But much was added. Usually about once a week, sometimes twice, Joe would invite a friend over after work. Chris and Paul from the BBQ to be sure, but his circle of close friends grew to a half-dozen. There was no surprise associated with their visits. When Joe and a friend arrived I would mix them a martini and we would relax, sip and talk. When the friend's drink was almost gone I would saunter over to him and casually take off all of my clothes. Then I would say, "If you stand up I can get your pants and shoes off and get at your cock." The words varied of course but that was the drift.
After his pants were off I would ask him to sit down and, "finish your drink while I get mine." I would engulf his cock and suck it slowly, bringing him to the point of cumming then backing off with a shaft squeeze before resuming. I could suck a cock for 30 minutes without it cumming this way, and usually did 20 minutes. After 20 minutes of suck-stop-suck-stop-suck he would often be delirious and on the verge of tears and begging me to let him cum. In the meantime my husband, Joe, would get him another drink. My husband also was getting into photography and would take a few pictures and maybe a short video clip for our archives. He then would have his friend relax with another drink and watch me give my husband a blowjob. Sometimes I would make that last a long time, too, and his friend would recover and be ready for seconds. It was not uncommon for me to get three mouthfuls of cum in 90 minutes or less.
I was becoming well-known among my husband's circle of close friends as one who was not only very skilled at giving head but absolutely loved it and would offer very little or no resistance to anyone who offered me a cock. I was still getting almost two dozen mouthfuls of cum a week from Joe, and with Joe's friends could maybe make that thirty. That's four blowjobs a day! Cum was becoming a staple of my diet.
Joe kept expanding his circle of close friends. His bringing a friend home after work went from a once or twice a week thing to virtually every day. At least Monday through Friday I could count on eating a load of cum from one of Joe's friends each day. Then became days when Joe would bring two friends home and I would suck them both off one after another. And if I did my take-it-slow blowjob they had time to recover and sometimes I would suck off each guy twice. Added to maybe one for Joe I could get five loads of cum to swallow over two to 2-1/2 hours.
Then they began showing up during the day while Joe was not home. They would say they talked to Joe and he said it was O.K. for them to stick their cock down my throat. This was more than O.K. with me. I was getting very popular. I remember every high school or college class usually had one girl, known as the class punch, who would do anybody anytime and spent a greater part of her school time on her back taking a dick. I wondered if I had been given the official title of Group Cocksucker. I prefer Blowjob Queen. I also wondered if the girlfriends or wives knew what I was doing with their men's cocks. I secretly hoped some of them knew and were jealous of my skills and that I was eating cum that rightfully belonged to them.
There were days that Joe invited three or four... six once, in for blowjobs. On these days things were more orchestrated. Joe gave each man a glass of wine and had me naked on my knees in the middle of the family room. He also got a little nasty (I like that in a man!) as he directed the action. "When you step up to my nasty slut-whore of a wife, make her finish your wine in one gulp. Get a little alcohol in her and she'll want to give head more than normal... and that's sayin' a lot. Then face fuck her. Fuck her mouth with long fast strokes and make sure she gets every inch down her throat. When you cum hold it deep so she gets it all. Then other than the few seconds it takes to down the wine and for one guy to pull out, I want a cock in her mouth continually so the next guy jam it in before she can barely catch her breath. I want you guys to make her struggle to breathe and to keep going for as long as you can keep it up, if you know what I mean..."
Sometimes he would tie my hands behind my back to make it interesting. The evening six showed up I might have set a world record. I was bare naked on my knees with my hands tied and did three rounds, getting face fucked by six men thrice for 18 in less than four hours with little rest between cocks. About halfway through Joe directed me to yell, "Gimme another cock," between blowjobs. He also thought they might get bored waiting so I had fingers on my nipples, in my pussy or up my ass while giving head. A couple of times I thought my jaws would cramp. Joe threatened to punish me for that and I didn't want my ass whipped in front of this crowd so somehow managed to suck through it.
Joe made a production video the night of six. He set up the camera just behind the man's backside so that he could get a close-up profile of me. He told me to keep my eyes open looking at the camera and to smile between sucks. He would film my face just as a cock entered my mouth and then for a few seconds of sucking. Then restart the camera just as I was taking a load of cum. This time he had the guys pull just out of my mouth as they got off so the video captured cum shooting into it with some hitting my face. Only a fraction of a load didn't make it into my mouth but with 18 shots, at the end, my face was completely covered with spunk and I had put on a good bukkake display, or as Joe affectionately put, "Proves you're a true cumbag." Joe got about an hour of video, all with a cock reaming my happy face, except for when I was yelling for more. Joe mentioned this video would be super entertainment for us and his buddies, or, if need be, great advertising.
For fun, one time with four friends Joe had them come in a cup instead of my mouth. I sucked ten cocks in a row that night. After the last one Joe said, "Gather around, men, and watch the slut have her dinner." He gave me the cup and told me, "Drink as much as you can, spoon up the rest, and chew and swirl it for a few seconds so we can enjoy watching you eat our cum." There was close to ¾-cup of jism that I savored for about three minutes much to the delight of those wonderful men with their wonderful cocks.
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Even though I was sucking more cock than twenty average girls put together, Joe said that I still need periodic refresher courses. I demurred given that Joe himself and all of his friends have been totally satisfied and nothing but complimentary about my sucking acumen. He replied, "Even veteran pilots take refresher courses. But I will admit, babe, I have no complaints and have nothing but praise for the way you take care of my and all my buddies. But I confess I like the idea of a refresher course."
"Huh?" I responded.
He answered, "Well, as hot as I get watching you service my buddies, watching you suck off a stranger might make me cum in my pants. There ain't many things sluttier, and the sluttier you are for me the better I like it. Watching you get down and dirty with a man off the street makes you look like a downright cheap whore who is nothing but a sex-craved cum bucket that belongs to me. And when you suck off a truckload, one after another, I go apeshit. You are goddamn hot when you do that.
"I'll find a place for the course, which will be me watching you on your knees servicing dozens of men of any size, shape, looks, or age by sucking cocks of all different size and color, and listening to them degrade you and call you every nasty name in the book. Jesus, I'm getting' hot just talking about it. Whadda ya think?"
I thought for a moment. "Joe, honey: as you know too well there are two things in the world that I love to do best. One is pleasing you; the other is sucking cock. Well, maybe three: a cock reaming my cunt is pretty good, too. So let's do it. Whenever you say. And you can treat me as nasty as you want. I'll try to act like a cheap crazed slut whore and you treat me like one."
Joe was elated. "No problem, my darling slut. You've made my day!"
The conversation charged us both up. We dashed to the bed and had torrid sex. Joe was so worked up he pounded my pud only two minutes before exploding in my pussy. But I was so hot, thinking of all the cocks he would make me suck (Right! Don't throw me into the briar patch, Joe!) and the nasty things he'll make me do, that I came twice in the same two minutes and drenched the sheet with cunt juice.
A week later (after sucking 18 cocks and getting fucked seven times) I dressed in Joe's favorite slut outfit – a tight sheer white blouse with four buttons undone, no bra, a bright red skirt so short it barely covered my ass, a white thong, four-inch heels, heavy red lipstick, and flowing hair – and we headed for another adult bookstore/theater. This one was in a seedy part of town where groups of scraggly mostly black men, occasionally accompanied by a ho-looking girl, hung out on corners. The bookstore had a simple red neon sign, was poorly lit, but had a number of cars in the parking lot. Joe parked on the street a half-block from the store so he could "parade me past some of the brothers."
We walked around the store for five minutes. Joe told me to keep my lips pursed and to let the dozen or so men (and oddly one boy that looked no more than twelve) see them. He also did his little trick of having me bend over to fetch magazines from the bottom shelves. All of this must have worked. When we headed for the private booths everyone was holding some magazine but paying it no attention. I whispered, "They're all looking at us."
Joe replied, "No, they're looking at you, your tits, lips that look ready for work, and fuckable ass." Joe had a way with words!
We entered a booth near the end of the hall. Joe dropped some tokens into the video machine and set up his battery-powered light stand that went with his camera. Rustling could be heard in the next booth, and then a normal-looking 6-inch cock poked through the glory hole. "Time to go to work, slut," Joe said to me. As Joe videoed my profile I tweaked the cock with my fingers, kissed the head, then easily took the four or five inches that was sticking through the hole completely in my mouth.
I sucked on the cock for a few minutes when it exploded in my mouth. As Joe had directed, I held the cum in my mouth and opened it so he could film the jism and my smiling face, then swallowed. "Taste good, slut?" he asked.
"Um huh," I murmured.
