Having just spent this weekend from Friday night until this afternoon, Sunday, tossed around like a doll in an electric clothes dryer, by a dizzying number of men, I am both delirious with joy and determined that in future, the groups will be smaller, much smaller.
For those of you who don’t know how this came about, this is a short explanation.
Recently, my new girlfriend and a woman I have fallen deeply in love with, rejected me for the lifestyle I enjoy. It hurt a lot and after a lot of crying, I contacted my good friend, Peter, who organized a group party. I was determined that if I was to be punished for enjoying men’s cocks then I would have a party where I could enjoy a vast number of lovely cocks, all at once. I set aside the entire weekend to be a super slut! One last, big party!
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Friday
Peter phoned me about 4pm on Friday for an update. By that time he had managed to invite, personally, just a little over ninety men. Of those he knew well, he felt sure they could bring a few friends as well. Whether I would reach or exceed my target number he couldn’t say but there would be a lot. He said around half could make it on Friday night and the rest spread over the weekend.
I took Fawn aside to tell her the plans for the weekend and she seemed happy although she always seems happy, that’s her nature.
Anca was due to leave at 5pm, to go with Dimi and pick up Alex at his brother’s place. An hotel was already booked in a lovely town in the country, by a lake. The scenery there is pretty although with two teens who can barely keep their hands off each other even walking down the street, I didn’t imagine they’d be seeing much of the area. Either way, Dimitri would be there to make sure they were ok.
They departed on schedule at five leaving Fawn and me to wait for the call from Peter to let me know he had sent a car for us. That call came just after five-thirty and by six we were walking in Peter’s front door.
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Peter had been busy preparing, for most of the day it seemed. Apart from thick plastic sheeting covering the floor and up almost to the ceiling, a series of benches lining the walls, a long table covered with snacks, and the ubiquitous bar in the corner, the living room had been stripped. Oh, and a smaller table stood in the corner, spread with bottles of lubricants.
The weekend’s activities were due to begin at eight so we had time for a light dinner then for Fawn and I to do our own preparations. Normally preparation only involves a few things, things like an enema to ensure the arse is clear and clean, a shower and a light perfume, and freshening the breath. Both Fawn and I had worn butt-plugs since leaving home too. It just makes things a little smoother, especially if the first man to fuck your arse has a large cock. It can ruin things to begin with pain when so many will enter there.
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Eight o’clock arrived with Fawn and I sitting, naked, lubed and ready.
The first eager men came in just after the hour and we greeted them with a kiss. Peter’s assistant took their clothes when they undressed, labelled them, and put them in another room. Peter then greeted them and checked their health certificates. Peter’s rule is no certificate, no ‘bare-back’ and condoms are by the door to use, for those without certificates. As an added precaution, and so Fawn and I know if the man should have a condom, Peter stamps the chest of a ‘non-certified’ man. He is a really stickler for order, maybe his army background.
By the time another few men have arrived and have been cleared, Fawn and I are already on the floor, she with her arse in the air and filled with a cock. I am on my back with one cock in my cunt and another in my mouth. The party has begun.
One of Peter’s assistants has perhaps the strangest task of all at the party, he has a clipboard and pen, even a set of three counters clipped to the top of the clipboard. His job is to make a mark each time a cock penetrates either mine, or Fawn’s, cunt or arse. He is the tally-man. It’s a long weekend so they’ll take shifts. Weird, huh? I told you Peter’s a stickler.
From about eight-fifteen (I lost all track of time after the first hour or so) and for about an hour, maybe more, there was a flood of men, both into the room and into (and onto) mine and Fawn’s bodies. I guess everyone wanted to first or among the first. That first hour more than thirty men sweated their way to orgasm, their weight pressed down onto my body. After another while and a dozen more men, my hips were beginning to ache slightly and I needed a break.
I’d decided with peter, that Fawn and I would take staggered breaks so there would always be a girl there for the men. I went first for thirty minutes. In a side-room I went through a series of stretches and exercises to loosen up my muscles and to ease the strain on my hips. I’d forgotten how being fucked by so many men, all holding my legs apart, can put a strain on the hips and lower back. After my half-hour I was ready to go back.
A man was just cumming over Fawn’s stomach when I re-entered the room and when he stood up, I lay down in her place, on the sticky, warm plastic, as she went for her break. No sooner had I lain down than a man got down on his knees and pushed his cock into me. It was a relief when he pulled me around and onto my knees. My hips were still a little tender. He pushed his cock into my arse instead, he was big and it was very, very nice to feel inside me.
By 3am, in the small hours of Saturday morning, the flood of men had slowed to a trickle then the last man left and the room was quiet, aside from Fawn’s and my heavy breathing. Almost sixty men had fucked us in the seven hours since we started. We went to shower and freshen up while Peter’s assistants removed the plastic sheeting and replaced it with fresh sheets.
We took the opportunity to take a nap while it was quiet but Peter had told his friends, and they, their friends, that the party would be continuous until lunchtime on Sunday, so Fawn and I were ready to go back into action if someone arrived. Nobody did until 6.30am.
Saturday
Peter woke us at 5.30am to go to the bathroom, do our enemas, shower, etc, then to have some breakfast, just fruit and coffee, before the day began.
When the first man arrived at 6.30am Fawn and I were fully prepared and waiting, sitting casually on the floor, chatting.
That man was so happy that he’d be first for the day and he made use of me first, cunt, arse and mouth, then he moved onto Fawn. By the time he was entering Fawn’s arse, another man arrived with a friend, then within thirty minutes, another larger group arrived, some from the night before, and the room was, once again, full of men and the smell of male bodies and semen. I love that smell, and the sound of men’s animal grunts as they fuck.
By lunch close to forty men had visited. My body was so tired and, looking across at Fawn, so was hers. Her face was drawn but her smile never wavered, nor did her pleasant fucking sound. She has a way of sounding like those girls in Japanese adult movies, like she’s suffering from the men’s fucking, and it turns them on, it really does. I just breathe hard, a sort of low growl, and make lots of noise when I cum.
I took a break just after 11am, for thirty minutes, stretched, showered and had a bite to eat. Fawn went for her break when I went back, once again, onto the plastic, awash with the cum of many men.
Being Saturday the men arrived in pretty much a constant stream. Fawn and I took regular breaks, for just fifteen minutes each and without cleaning up, so by mid-afternoon, both of us were covered, head to foot, in cum. We wiped our eyes to keep them healthy but our hair was matted and wet from semen, my cunt and arse were slick and felt strange from being so drenched. It’s a lovely feeling though. My throat was a tiny bit tender from so many cocks and my mouth tasted only of semen, so many different flavours mingled. I knew that by Sunday I would have a stomach-ache from swallowing so much cum. If you love the taste and cum though, it’s something you get used to.
By 10pm Saturday Peter spoke to me during a break. The number of men had exceed my previous number of 118, and this with only two of us, Fawn and me. The number stood at 126 with the rest of the night and tomorrow morning still to go.
Considering how many men came to the party, a lot of them very ‘manly’ in the sense of being strong and aggressive, there was very little conflict, maybe because they didn’t need to compete for sex, it was right there for them. Only two men fought with punches flying and a little blood but they were controlled quickly and ejected. It seemed they both wanted Fawn at the same time and were unwilling to compromise. It really is amazing. Men and sex, they can become animals at the lowest level.
By midnight more came through and similar to the previous night, by 4am things became quiet then stopped. Once the bars had closed and they’d arrived at Peter’s and fucked Fawn and I, breathing beer breath into our faces, they were tired, as were we.
Honestly, I know I’m a slut and I do love having cocks in me but I was getting sore. My cunt was a little raw and my ribs hurt a bit from so many heavy men laying on me. My hips hurt from being spread and were bruised from being held and squeezed between so many pairs of strong hands. I was sucking on a lozenge to soothe some of the rawness in my throat. Deep-throating what must have been over a hundred cocks and having them fuck my mouth, does rub the throat a lot. When I looked in the full-length bathroom mirror, I saw that my body was a mass of bruises, black and yellow. Nobody had hit me or Fawn but in passion, men do tend to squeeze and when they’re strong, it leaves marks.
It took four washes to get all the cum out of my hair.
The plastic was being replaced as Fawn and I slept and, as the day before, at 5.30am I was being gently shaken awake by Peter. We’d had only an hour to sleep but it was enough. Breakfast tasted especially good but swallowing was difficult, the fruit’s acid stung a bit in my throat, as it did with Fawn’s. It didn’t bother either of us much though, we’re used to pleasure coming together with pain.
Sunday
Similar to the day before, the first man arrived just a little after 7am (I don’t know how they do that on a Sunday…I guess the cock doesn’t care about time).
I was on my back in moments with this big man, this very big man, more than two metres tall and fully in proportion. Just my luck for the first man of the day to have a giant-sized cock. He held my legs wide apart while he grunted and fucked me, his cock pushing as far as he could push it, stretching me so far I could feel the burning of skin stretched to its limit. It was like being fucked by a tree.
When he flipped me like I was made of paper and pressed his cock against my arsehole, I had to tell him to go slow. Oh, it is the greatest feeling being filled and pulled apart but after such a marathon run and so many cocks, I needed a little care. Fortunately he wasn’t a complete animal and he pressed slowly into my arse until he had reached his limit and fucked me carefully, getting faster only as I got used to him in there and began pressing back against his cock. In the end, just before he came into me, he jammed that cock into me and hard! I must have nearly taken the roof off Peter’s house when I came. It was magnificent! Like a lot of men do, after he came and pulled out of me, he grunted something, got dressed and left. I was in bliss from his huge cock and how it felt but I suddenly felt like a bitch on the street, fucked by some mongrel dog and left, dripping his cum, abandoned. I recovered quickly though, I mean that’s what this party is for when it comes down to it.
By 10am a few men at a time had begun to come to the house, took Fawn and me through some gymnastics then, by midday, when the last man had sprayed his warm cum over me, gave my thigh a gentle slap and departed, Peter put a sign on the door, “The party has ended! Do not ring or knock”.
Fawn and I went to the bathroom and spent the next forty-five minutes cleaning each other in the large bath then applying balm to our tender places. We were both gazing, side-by-side, at our bruised and, in some places red, bodies in the mirror when Peter knocked on the door and announced that lunch was ready.
The assistants were at work cleaning up the living room which still smelled strongly of men’s bodies, cum and cunt.
The three of us, Peter, Fawn, and I went to the dining room where a feast was waiting. Peter had had delivered a little of almost all of my favourite foods. The table was full. Fawn stopped and gasped when she walked into the room, her face was priceless. She looked like a sort of cartoon, her mouth was open and her eyes were wide. Then she radiated the widest, prettiest smile I have ever seen from her. At that exact moment I realized I really loved her, not in precisely the same way I feel love for Ayana, but real, honest love.
We both sat, like ladies, with napkins draped across our laps, while Peter raised his glass of juice in a toast. “To two wondrous women, the joys of my life.” Then, a little embarrassed, we toasted.
You know, I may be capable of writing in some sophisticated ways sometimes, but really, I am a girl from a small country town. It is one thing to have a way with words and another to be truly a sophisticate. If I am to one day be a ‘lady’ I have a great deal to learn.
The lunch was so wonderful. By the time we finished eating, I was so full I could barely move. I offered to help clean up, Fawn looked horrified at the suggestion of me doing such a thing, but Peter politely refused, his assistants were here for that.
Peter called for the car and after a few minutes, Fawn and I were on our way home.
Now
It’s been a little over nine hours since I arrived home. I’m really starting to feel the after-effects of the weekend’s activities. I’m sitting on my bed, on soft cushions, my arse is too sore to sit on a chair. My cunt stings a little and is bright red now, despite the balm Fawn rubbed into it. It’s hard to swallow so I’m sucking on throat lozenges, the sort you normally have with a cold.
Really, I am very glad I did it but I have decided it will be the last for me, the last of these very large parties anyway. It punishes the body too much and I don’t enjoy as much as I used to. Needless to say I came numerous times, too many to even remember but I think I’d prefer not to suffer this discomfort anymore, even it it means dozens of orgasms.
Fawn is in a similar state to me and she is in her bed already, sleeping like a baby. She is sleeping on her stomach. I’ve checked on her and she’s fine.
Oh yes, I’m sure you’d like to know the final tally. Here’s a small sort of chart:
Number of separate men at the party – 147
Number of fucks for:
Nina
cunt – 134
arse – 129
Fawn
cunt – 142
arse – 121
