The deadline was 6:00 PM, and I made sure I was ready. My husband had been dropping hints for weeks about a special New Year’s Eve plan, and I had a feeling tonight was going to be nothing short of legendary. I chose a little black dress that clung to my curves like a second skin, showcasing my ample bosom, paired with a lacy thong and high heels that made me feel statuesque. I added a touch of jewelry for sparkle and put a soft curl in my blonde hair, giving it the perfect volume and bounce as I moved.

As we walked through the hotel lobby, I could feel the admiring gazes from the men within eyeshot of me. It was a silent confirmation: I looked incredible. We stepped into the elevator and ascended to the 11th floor, the anticipation building with every passing level.

When we entered the suite, thirteen men were waiting for me. It was a stunning lineup—a mix of Black and white men, all built with the lean, powerful frames of professional athletes. They were well-dressed, but the way they looked at me told me they wouldn't stay that way for long.

After the introductions were made, I took center stage. I kept my voice playful and flirty, but my eyes carried a clear spark of lust as I laid out the ground rules for the night.

"You are welcome to put your cock in my mouth, my pussy, and in my ass," I told them, punctuating the offer by turning and pointing playfully to my butt. I looked back over my shoulder, holding their collective gaze. "But there is one catch: You must cum in my mouth, my pussy, or my ass."

The air in the room turned electric. The Black man who had first approached me didn't hesitate. He reached into the waistband of his shorts, his eyes locked onto mine, and pulled out his semi-erect cock. My breath caught as I looked down. It was enormous, dark, and semi-erect, already promising a girth that would test my every limit.

I reached out, my heart hammering against my ribs, and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. The sheer scale of him was staggering; he was so thick that my fingertips weren't even close to touching on the other side. A thrill of pure lust raced through me at the realization of what I was about to take on. I looked over at my husband, who was standing to the side with a look of intense, quiet worship. I caught his eye, smiled, and gave him a slow, knowing wink before I lowered myself.

I slipped down to my knees, the plush carpet soft beneath me, and held that massive cock directly in front of my face. Seeing his size up close was a different experience entirely—the dark, heavy muscle was pulsing with a life of its own. I leaned in and breathed deeply, taking his musky, masculine scent into my nostrils. The smell of him, raw and potent, made me want it that much more.

With a surge of hunger, I gripped him firmly to steady his weight, opened my mouth wide, and took him in.

The girth stretched my lips instantly. As the broad, smooth head slid past my teeth, the taste and the girth of him overwhelmed my senses. I let out a low, muffled moan of satisfaction, my hands sliding up and down the length that remained outside.

As I began to work on him, the other twelve men moved in closer. I could hear the collective intake of breath from the circle of studs surrounding me. The sound of shifting fabric and heavy breathing filled the room as they watched me disappear onto that first enormous cock, each of them waiting for their turn to fulfill the rules I had so boldly set.

One by one, I moved through the circle, giving each man a taste of what I had promised. It was a blur of meat and muscle, and with every new cock I took into my mouth, the reality of my "rules" set in. Jesus, I thought, my mind racing as I felt the incredible size of each one, talk about an A-team of endowed men. I was feeling the stretch in my jaw, and I knew I was going to be a beautiful wreck by the time the sun came up.

Once the final man had taken his turn in my mouth, leaving me wanting, I felt several pairs of strong hands help me to my feet. They led me toward the master bedroom, the atmosphere in the suite shifting from anticipation to a heavy, focused hunger.

As we stepped into the room, my dress was slowly peeled away. The fabric slid off my shoulders and down my arms, exposing my heavy, milk-filled breasts to the low light. A collective chatter of approval rippled through the men, their deep voices vibrating in the small space. Two of them didn't wait; they stepped forward and latched onto my nipples, moaning as they sampled the sweet milk. The sensation of them drinking from me while the rest of the dress slid down my hips and crumpled at my feet sent a bolt of electricity through my body.

My husband watched from the doorway as my lacy thong followed the dress, tossed aside like an afterthought. I was helped onto the edge of the large bed, feeling completely exposed and worshipped. Two men knelt before me, each taking a heel in their hand. They slid my shoes off with practiced grace, tossing them across the room, leaving me completely naked and ready for the marathon to truly begin.

I lay back against the pillows, my blonde hair fanning out, looking at the thirteen men who were now crowding around the bed, their massive cocks standing like a forest of pillars waiting for me to choose where they should go first.

The bed became a stage for the most intense New Year's Eve of my life.

One of the men moved to the foot of the bed. He didn't hesitate, spreading my legs wide and burying his face between my thighs. The sensation of his warm, wet tongue expertly lapping at my pussy while he worked his way back to eat my ass sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my spine. I arched my back, my toes curling into the silk sheets as he ate every bit of me.

At the same time, two more men stepped up, one kneeling on each side of my head. They were both breathtakingly endowed, their thick, heavy shafts just inches from my lips. I didn't need to be asked. I turned my head to the left, sliding my mouth over a massive, throbbing white cock, then pulled back to take the equally giant, dark meat on my right.

I was in a trance of pure, unfiltered lust, taking turns sucking their cocks while the man below continued his relentless assault on my lips and butthole. My boobs were still being worshipped, my nipples tingling from the constant attention and the occasional pull as they continued to sample my milk.

I looked up through my lashes; the room was a blur of hard cock. Above the sound of my own muffled moans and the wet sounds of the men enjoying me, I could hear the others standing around the bed, stroking themselves and talking low, hungry circles about what they were going to do to me next.

My husband was right there in the thick of it, his eyes fixed on me as I was literally being consumed by this "A-team" he had assembled. I had never felt more alive, and the night was only just beginning.

The man between my legs finally pulled back, his face glistening, and I felt the firm guidance of strong hands on my hips. I shifted, moving onto my hands and knees in the center of the massive bed, my blonde hair falling forward as I arched my back. My husband’s eyes were locked on me from the foot of the bed, his face a mask of pure pride and arousal.

He knew exactly what was coming. It was time for a good, old-fashioned spit-roasting.

One of the guys, a man with a thick, heavy-headed cock, stepped up behind me. He didn't need any lubricant; I was already soaking from the attention I'd received. He guided his tip to my pussy and pushed in deep, his girth stretching my walls enough to make me let out a whimper. At the same time, another man stepped in front of me, his cock hovering right at my lips. I reached out, pulled him in close, and slid my mouth over his head, completing the connection.

The rhythm was relentless. I was being filled from both ends by these incredible specimens, my body acting as a bridge between them. The guys were organized, rotating through the positions with athletic precision. Every few minutes, the man behind me would pull out, only to be replaced by another thick, pulsing shaft, while the man at my face would swap out for a fresh one.

I was almost in heaven. The sensation of being stretched and filled over and over again by thirteen different, well-endowed men went on for what felt like hours. My senses were a blur of deep voices, the smell of cock and pure lust, and the constant, heavy friction inside me.

Finally, the first "delivery" arrived. The man currently in my mouth let out a sharp, guttural growl, his hips jerking forward as he reached his limit. I didn't pull away; I remembered my own rules. I held on tight as he unloaded a hot, thick torrent of cum right into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, looking up at the others with a look of pure, primal lust, letting them know that the first of many requirements had been met.

"Fuck yeah," I said after that first load landed in my tummy. I stole a quick glance toward my husband, who was watching with a look of absolute triumph. I gave him a quick, wicked wink, letting him know I was exactly where I wanted to be, before the next man stepped up and replaced the void in my mouth with his own massive cock.

The room was a rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, and the deep, guttural groans of thirteen men pushed to their limits. We went through a few more rotations, the guys swapping out with practiced efficiency, keeping me constantly filled and stretched. My pussy was aching in the best way possible, and my jaw was worked to a dull throb, but the high was unlike anything most people ever feel.

Then, the air in the room seemed to sharpen. The man currently buried deep in my pussy and the one I was working on with my mouth both hit their breaking points almost simultaneously.

"I'm gonna cum, Katie!" the man behind me rasped, his hands digging into my hips as he lunged forward for one final, deep thrust.

At the same moment, the man at my face gripped my hair, his hips jerking as his load spilled into my mouth.

Fuck yes. That was exactly what I wanted—what I needed. I felt the first hot, thick jet of cum hit the back of my throat just as a massive, pulsing load began to flood my pussy. The dual rush of them cumming at the exact same time was an explosion of sensory overload. I squeezed my eyes shut, milk leaking from my breasts as my body shuddered under the sheer volume of them filling me up. They both stayed buried inside me for a moment, pulsing and draining every last drop, fulfilling my rules with athletic intensity.

I pulled back from the man at my head, a bit of his cum dripping from my lip, I promptly licked it up with my tongue and swallowed it.

"Honey?" I heard my husband’s voice cut through our bodies, slapping together. I looked back over my shoulder, my hair a mess and my skin glistening, wondering if something was wrong. But he just stood there with a wide, devious grin on his face.

"Don't you think it's about time you get one in the butt, too?" he asked, his eyes dancing with excitement.

"Absolutely!" I chirped, the word coming out a little breathless. I didn't even have to think about it; I had been eyeing one of the men in particular—a big black man with an incredibly long, dark cock that looked like it was made of granite. I pointed right at him. "You are up first for my ass, so hop on board!"

The room shifted as we rearranged on the bed. One of the white men laid flat on his back, and I climbed over him, guiding his massive shaft into my pussy and sliding down until I was seated firmly on him. As soon as I was settled, the man I’d picked out stepped up behind me. I arched my back, giving him the perfect angle, and felt the broad, blunt head of his cock begin to work its way into my ass.

It was a slow, heavy stretch that made my eyes roll back in my head. At the same time, a third man moved in, positioning himself right in front of my face. I leaned over, my hands finding purchase on the bedsheets, and took him into my mouth.

I was finally airtight.

Every hole was stuffed to capacity with thick, pulsing man meat. I was a literal bridge of flesh connecting three of the most well-endowed men in the room. The rhythm was primal—the man beneath me thrusting up, the man behind me driving deep into my ass, and the man in front of me sliding in and out of my throat. I was taking everything they wanted to throw at me, my body vibrating with the sheer power of being used by all three at once.

My husband watching as his wife was completely dominated. The sensation of being stretched in every possible direction was pure, unadulterated heaven.

The intensity reached a fever pitch. As the first orgasm began to build, a quake radiating from my core, I had to pull my mouth off the cock in front of me just to catch my breath. Deep, guttural moans and fragmented, nonsensical words spilled from my lips as I rode that mountain of pleasure, my hips working frantically on the two men buried inside me. Then, it hit—the first orgasm crashed through me like a freight train, stealing the air from my lungs and making my vision swim.

But they didn't stop. The cock beneath me and the man behind me stayed in perfect, punishing sync, their powerful thrusts continuing to pound my pussy and asshole. I was still vibrating from the first peak when the relentless friction triggered a second orgasm that ripped through me even harder than the first.

"Fuck me!" I cried out, my voice raw. My entire body trembled violently, my muscles spasming around the thick muscle filling me, as wave after wave of moans poured from my mouth.

A few minutes later, the air in the room seemed to charge with a new kind of energy. The man I had hand-picked for my "back door" was reaching his limit. I felt his hands dig into my waist, his fingers bruising my skin as he braced himself. He let out a low, animalistic growl and drove the head of his cock as deep inside my ass as it could possibly go.

Then came the flood. I felt every single jet of his hot, thick load as he pumped it deep into my ass. The sheer volume of it was staggering; I felt my insides stretching even further to accommodate the gift he was leaving behind.

"God damn!" I gasped, slumped forward as he continued to cum inside me, draining his balls. I remembered there were still several men standing tall, their eyes dark with the need to fill me with their seed as well. 

The room became a hazy, high-octane blur of motion. Minutes bled into hours, and those hours were measured only by the steady rhythm of naked bodies, the salt of sweat, and the constant, heavy flow of cum being pumped into me. My husband was a permanent fixture just to the side, his eyes wide and glazed with a mixture of pride and pure arousal as he watched me being completely unmade. I was having my brains fucked clean out of my head, and both of us loved every second of it.

Eventually, eight of the men reached their limit, drained and satisfied, leaving the suite one by one. But the final five? They were the true marathoners.

I finally managed to gasp out a request for a break. I was shaking, internally I was humming from the constant pounding I had been taking. I stepped into the bathroom to pee and got a bottle of cold water. When I stepped out, I wasn't alone for long. Two of the guys followed me, standing close behind me, their large hands reaching around to massage my heavy tits. They laughed as they squeezed, sending jets of milk squirting across the marble counters and over their own dark forearms.

"Why don't we try some double stuffing?" one of the white men suggested as we moved back toward the rumpled, soaking bed.

An audible murmur of agreement swept through the remaining men, and I saw my husband nodding vigorously. I felt a flash of genuine lust and a bit of fear—they are going to tear me apart! I thought—but the lust won out as it always does with me!

One of the guys lay back on the bed, and for the umpteenth time that night, I straddled him and slid down, my pussy taking his thick cock with a wet, needy squelch. Almost immediately, a second man moved in behind me. I felt the head of his cock begin to press against my gash, right alongside the one already there.

"OH FUCCCKKK!" I screamed, the sound echoing off the suite walls as he forced his way in. My pussy felt like it was being split wide open as both massive cocks sat side-by-side inside me.

Then, they started to pump. Sometimes they moved in perfect unison, stretching me to the point of no return, and then they would shift, going in opposite directions, sliding against each other and my internal walls. The friction is unlike anything else you can do. The orgasm that followed didn't just ripple through me—it obliterated me. My mind went completely numb, and a white-hot shockwave rocked me from the hair on my head down to the tips of my red-painted toenails.

I collapsed forward onto the man beneath me, my body seizing in a prolonged, violent climax while the two men inside me continued their relentless double-assault.

It felt like just short of forever before the two men finally reached their breaking point. I felt the powerful, rhythmic surges as they sent their baby batter deep inside me in search of my eggs. One after the other, they slowly slipped out of my pussy, and I let out a massive, shaky sigh of relief.

Holy shit! I thought, feeling the ache of being stretched so wide. I hadn’t been that wide open since I had the baby a year ago!

I started to move to let the guy under me up so his replacement could take over the spot. I reached for his cock, preparing to slide him into my pussy, but he stopped me with a firm hand on my hip. He looked me dead in the eyes, a predatory glint in his gaze, and pointed behind me.

"The other one," he commanded.

My heart nearly stopped. Oh lord, they are going to blow out my O-ring! I didn't argue, though. The lust was still thrumming through my veins. I readjusted my position, arching my back and gritting my teeth as I slid down on him, letting his thick cock disappear inside my asshole. I was still adjusting when the second man moved in behind me.

It took a few tries—my asshole was tight and protesting—but he managed to get the head of his cock started into my ass right alongside the first. I completely lost my breath as he began to work his way in. I struggled to get any air into my lungs, my hands clutching the sheets until my knuckles were white, as his cock slowly but surely slid in on top of the first one.

The sensation was overwhelming; I felt like I was being filled with solid lead. The two guys inside me voiced their approval, shouting out how incredible it felt to be inside my asshole at the same time. I looked over at my husband, who was staring in totally turned-on disbelief. He knew I was adventurous, but seeing me take two of these huge dicks in my "back door" at once was clearly blowing his mind.

I was officially a human stretch toy, my body being pushed to its absolute physical limits as the two men started a slow, heavy grind inside my rectum.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, the digital numbers blurred slightly by the sweat stinging my eyes. The minutes were ticking by, and I honestly couldn't wrap my head around how these two could go this long without dropping their loads. My internal walls were screaming; I felt like the friction from those two massive cocks rubbing together was about to start a literal fire inside me.

"Lube," I managed to rasp out, "I need more lube!"

One of the guys grabbed a bottle and squeezed a couple of cold shots onto the point of entry. It provided a second of relief, but it didn't do much for the deep, structural ache. My asshole was getting incredibly sore, stretched to a point I didn't think was biologically possible, and there wasn't much I could do but grit my teeth and take it.

They smashed my ass like that for better than twenty minutes. I was a shaking, gasping mess by the time the guy behind me finally busted his nuts inside of me. He let out a roar, his body stiffening as his load spilled inside my asshole, joining the pool of cum already left behind by the others.

The guy under me groaned, his face etched with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. "I need to swap," he panted. "My hips are killing me from you riding so hard."

He slid out, leaving me feeling momentarily hollow and leaking, but the respite was short-lived. He moved to the back, and the replacement cock lay down beneath me. Without a second's delay, the two of them double-stuffed my asshole once again with their tremendous cocks. They began to plow my shit box with a newfound ferocity, driving in so hard and fast it felt like they held a personal grudge against me.

I was being hammered from beneath and from behind, the dual friction sending me into a headspace where nothing existed but the feeling of being overfilled. My husband moved to the very edge of the bed, reaching out to stroke my hair as he watched the brutal, beautiful rhythm of my body being used by the final few members of the A-team.

The two of them continued their relentless assault on my asshole, their rhythm so powerful it seemed impossible for any human to endure. Unbelievable as it was, I felt something new growing inside me—a deep, heavy pressure building from the sheer friction. It swelled until a massive orgasm rocked my entire body, causing my arms to give out from under me. I collapsed, my chest lying flat against the man beneath me, but they never missed a beat, their thick shafts continuing to hammer away.

I’m not even sure how much longer they plowed me before they finally unleashed. It was a dual torrent; one finished just as the other started, flooding my guts with one final, massive delivery of semen.

When the dust finally settled, only three of the guys and my husband remained in the suite. I lay on the bed for a bit, my body aching, as we all talked. One of the remaining men, looking at my heavy breasts, asked if I’d be willing to let him nurse for a little while before he left. I agreed, needing the quiet intimacy after the intensity of the night. I said my goodbyes and thanked the others as they headed out; they were all buzzing, wondering if I would host them again. "I will," I promised, and each gave me a kiss on the cheek and a playful "good game" pat on my ass as they walked out the door.

For the man who stayed, I had him sit on the bed with his back against the headboard. I straddled his legs and leaned into him, offering first one nipple and then the other. He was gentle, his slow sucking helping me relax from the hours of beautiful sexual abuse I had just received. I got lost in the nursing session, the quiet room a stark contrast to the chaos from before. An hour slipped by in what felt like minutes.

Suddenly, I felt something stirring against my tummy. Looking down, I saw his cock was rock hard again. I looked up at him and shook my head in disbelief.

"You don't have to if you can't take anymore," he said softly.

"Tell you what," I replied, a tired but game smile on my face. "I'll slip you into my pussy and do what I can while you keep nursing. If I can get you to cum again, great. If not, I’ll have to jack you off or something."

He thought that was a great idea. I slid down on him, my insides still loose and warm, and twirled my hips while I continued to feed him my milk. It took about thirty more minutes of slow, rhythmic grinding before he pumped one more load deep inside me. I kissed him so hard that both of our toes curled. He thanked me a dozen times, and before he left, we even set up some future nursing sessions.

Finally, it was just my husband and me. He stripped down, his eyes dark with everything he’d witnessed, and lay me back. He straddled me, positioning his cock between my tits. I reached up, squeezing them together around him to create a tight, warm channel. He tit-fucked me for about ten minutes, his breathing heavy in my ear, before finally blowing his load all over my face—fucking up every bit of makeup that was left.

I lay there, covered in the evidence of the best New Year's Eve of my life, looking up at my husband as he smiled down at me.

I managed to stand up, my legs feeling like jelly and my body heavy with the weight of the night. We made our way into the bathroom, where the bright lights made the mess on my skin look even more incredible. My husband turned on the shower, but before the water could touch me, he pulled out his phone and took a quick picture of my cum-covered face—a trophy to remember exactly how this night ended.

We stepped into the warm spray, and I leaned against the tile, letting out a long, shaky breath. He took the soap and a washcloth, tenderly scrubbing me down from head to toe. He was meticulous, washing the sweat and salt from my skin and the milk and cum from my hair, all while whispering in my ear. He told me how awesome I was, how incredible I looked taking on all those men, and how much he truly loved me. It was the perfect, gentle comedown after such an intense marathon.

Once we stepped out, he wrapped me in a plush hotel towel and dried me off with the same care. I stood at the vanity, the hum of the hairdryer filling the room as I partially dried my hair, giving it just enough volume to look decent again. I stepped back into that little black dress—which felt a lot tighter now that I was swollen and full—and slid into my heels.

We walked back to the elevator, the hotel quiet in the early morning hours. I felt like a different woman than the one who had walked in at 6:00 PM. We reached the car, but the adrenaline had completely evaporated. We didn't even make it out of the parking ramp before my eyes drifted shut. The last thing I felt was the hum of the engine as I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep for the entire hour-long drive home.