This has been a confusing and exciting weekend.

My mind has been testing me at every turn and my personalities keep switching back and forth without any warning. I remember it all though, well most of it anyway, and it’s been quite wild.

Lucky me, the doctor removed the stitches from my cunt and arse early Friday morning and declared the wounds completely healed. He suggested I take it easy for a while and of course, I ignored him; or rather, the rational part of me took heed but the rest of me took it as a green light.

Peter, my friend, had organized another of his bukkake ‘theme’ parties and I suggested a special intermission as the guys rested between rounds. Myself and fawn would put on a little ‘girls together’ floorshow.

When I arrived with fawn, Peter had prepared a lovely light lunch for the three of us. The men would not get there until about 2pm. We, or rather Peter and I, chatted about the arrangements. He’d invited just eighteen of his friends, all of whom had been medically screened for diseases so both fawn and I could swallow the mens’ cum without any worries. In addition, there would be no need for condoms. Fawn is on birth control and I cannot become pregnant (a tale for another time).

I was going to keep it as a surprise but I spilled it to Peter about my ‘de-stitching’. We knew the men would be ‘pleased’. He certainly was. In fact, we had a little test-drive before the others arrived. Oh, it felt good to have a cock inside me again. It’s been too long.

After Peter had cum and he’d dressed again, I took fawn to the bathroom to freshen-up and to wait in the guest-room until the men arrived.

It hardly needed mentioning to Fawn but I gave her some guidelines and information. She hadn’t been to a party like this for quite a while. I told her that the theme of the party was bukkake and that all of the men would be covering us both with cum. There wouldn’t be any bdsm play, just ‘fucking and sucking’. There would be no need for her to ask my permission for anything during the evening, she was there for the use of the men and to enjoy herself. I gave her permission to enjoy orgasms if they happened.

I also mentioned about the show she and I would perform for the men at some point during the evening. Of course she didn’t say anything but I knew Fawn would enjoy that part the most. She loves to please her Mistress. I told her tonight there is no Mistress and slave, tonight we are just two girls out to party. If she wasn’t sure how to begin, she should just follow my lead.

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The men began arriving a little before two and all were there by a quarter to three.

When Peter came to get us, all of the men in the living room were naked, as were fawn and me. I felt so small amid all the tall men, most were at least 180cm (6 feet) and fawn is even smaller than I am.

I accepted a drink one of them offered me and sauntered about the room, looking at and touching the men, fiddling with their cocks, touching their hairy chests, and smiling. There was quite an age range. The youngest looked to be about eighteen or so, and the oldest, maybe fifty-something. Fawn followed me and did very well. I could see the men wanted her. She is pretty, though in a ‘girl-next-door sort of way. All of their cocks were either hard or getting there so I took fawn’s hand and laid us both down, about a metre apart.

Peter ‘dinged’ his glass and made a short announcement to tell the men that, in addition to just the bukkake tonight, we, fawn and I, were available for fucking, all holes, and that no condoms were necessary. Bare-back was the order of the night.

And so it began.

It started off slowly enough as a typical bukkake style party. Cum rained on fawn and me as the men satisfied their initial excitement. I saw fawn’s face covered in white, she had a serene expression and when she felt me looking, a warm smile.

Then the first man knelt and grabbed fawn’s legs, spreading her knees apart. It was the fifty-something man. Fawn is the right age but she looks at least three or four years younger than she really is. I saw a few puzzled faces early on and one or two of the men had taken Peter aside to query fawn’s age.

As such things often go, once the first man had pushed his cock inside fawn, the orgy really started. I was filled moments later and another cock was pressed between my lips. Fawn also had a cock in her mouth and she was happily sucking.

One adventurous man laid on his back with fawn on top and another, even more adventurous man, began pushing his cock into her arse. She kept sucking the cock she’d had before.

At various points I had two cocks in my cunt, two in my arse and even two guys tried to put their cocks into my mouth at the same time. I mean I love to have my mouth stretched by a nice, big cock but even I have trouble with two, unless they’re quite slender.

Fawn was enjoy a similar experience and the party got hotter as the hours rolled on.

Peter called a break around 5pm and the men retreated to the small bar in the corner of the room to have a drink and fawn and I lay there, appreciated by all, like an art exhibition, our bodies sticky with cum and perspiration, our cunts and arses oozing semen.

When all the men had left us both lying there, Peter gave me a subtle nod. It was time for the show to begin.

I reached across and took one of fawn’s nipples between my fingers and squeezed. She responded by rolling on her side toward me. “Lick my cunt!”, I said to her and she dutifully put her head down between my legs and began licking. “Such the cum out of me!”, I told her and she began sucking. “Swallow it all!”, I said and she did, every drop.

I rolled onto my side, pulled fawn’s legs towards me and pushed my face between her legs. My tongue darted into her cunt and savoured the cream filling. We both came quickly and continued licking as long as we could, despite the ache of orgasm making it difficult.

“Suck the cum out of my arse!”, I demanded of fawn. She obeyed. When she’d sucked all the cum out of me, I pulled her face up to mine and we kissed. Fawn had rarely been afforded the privilege of kissing her Mistress. She savoured every moment, as did I. Fawn is special to me.

When Peter caught my eye and nodded to me, a question on his face, I nodded back and he called out, “OK guys, shows over, the girls are yours.”

Cocks and cum were all over fawn and me again within moments and the party lasted until around 8pm when they left us, a wet and sticky mess on the floor. Peter, with my earlier agreement, had told the guys to relieve themselves on us as they left, if they wished, and they did, almost every one of them. So, not only were fawn and I sticky and wet from cum but we were awash with the piss of a dozen or so men.

After the men had showered, dressed and departed, fawn and I followed suit, her washing me and me, her, then we sat with Peter in the other living room for a coffee and a chat. Around midnight, after draining Peter of his remaining energy, I called my driver and took fawn home.

We both slept very well.