Beginning is always hard with these reports. Do I begin with my sister Anca’s call to Peter? Do I begin with the preparation or with the journey there? Do I dress things up with wild language? Or do I just describe what happened, coolly?

You see I’m not a writer, one of those experts who can make their experiences sing on a page. I know the English I have studied and all I want to do really is to let you feel a little of what it’s like to live in my world. So, I’ll write in my own way and if you like it, you like it, ok?

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I don’t remember when it was maybe a week ago when I was spending the night with my new girlfriend, Ayana. Anca, my sister, phoned my friend Peter to ask if he could arrange a party with some of his friends, for her and for Fawn and me. Long story short, Peter called me, cleared it, and arranged it. And tonight, Saturday, the night before Valentine’s Day, was the party and this is what happened.

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Anca was nervous all day, checking herself for blemishes, rushing into my study to show me clothes, asking if they were a good choice, and being quite annoying really. For one, I don’t think what Anca’s wearing will be an issue at the party. In the past I’ve always been naked when the men first saw me, and emerging from a room.

Fawn was oblivious and just went about her normal day.

Time to go. I’m wearing a simple pair of jeans and a loose blouse, boots, no accessories. Anca looks like she’s going to a dance party with a wild floral, very short, dress, pretty green heels and earrings, bangles and a necklace; she’s even done something with her hair, trying to look more mature. Fawn has a plain little white dress, white shoes with a low heel, that’s all. Dimitri, my driver, drives off as soon as we close the car doors. He knows where to go.

When we arrive, Dimitri (Dimi) sees us to Peter’s door, shakes hands with Peter and goes back to the car and his laptop. He has things to do.

It’s early but we’ve all had our evening meal. None of the other men will arrive for another hour. We sit around the dining table, drinking coffee, Peter makes great coffee, while Peter tells us about the night and who is coming. He’s sensitive with Anca though he knows her from before. He knows she’s not a shy virgin but as this is her first ‘gangbang’, he lets her know that she is not just meat to be used. She can stop anything she doesn’t like, or stop completely if she wants to. She’s not obliged to go to the end. Then we just chat about other things, life, the state of the economy, general stuff.

Fifteen minutes before the men are due to arrive Anca, Fawn and I go into one of the bedrooms, with attached bathroom, to prepare. Actually, preparation really just involves undressing, freshening up our cunts and arses, and sitting on the bed to wait for Peter to lead us out to the living room.

I’m used to the next part by now, as is Fawn, but Anca was unprepared for what was waiting in the living room. Seven naked men stood, some with drinks in their hands, some without, in the corner of the room by the small bar. Anca gasped a little then I heard a small, animal sound from her. She was ready.

Peter introduced as all then informally announced the party, started.

Anca didn’t hesitate. She went right over to a man she liked and tilted her head up to kiss him while she held his cock in her hand and squeezed. Fawn stood nearby, as is her way, until a man approached her. I just went to a familiar face and went on my knees to taste him.

It took moments, as it always does. Glasses clinked as they were deposited on the bar and all of us, as a group, moved to the centre of the room. Peter sat in his armchair in the corner, as he usually does at these things, and took up his book. He told me once, he gets off on the sounds and smells but rarely participates, only in very small groups.

The rest of us, the ten of us, soon became a writhing mass of bodies. on the floor. There’s a distinctive squirt/spatter sound as bottles of lube are squeezed and gasps from we girls and the men when cunts and arses are entered.

When I look over at Anca to see if she’s ok, she’s in the classic gangbang position, on her front on top of a man, his cock in her cunt, while another man has his cock pressed into her arse. Her mouth is filled with the cock of another man. She glances at me and while her mouth can’t smile, filled as it is, her eyes do. She’s loving it already.

Fawn is sandwiched between two men, one at her cunt and one at her mouth. She is clearly enjoyed both of them.

I’m bouncing up and down on quite a large cock, also with a delicious cock in my mouth. With the therapy keeping me away for a few days and a busy day after, a number of days without sex have left me hungry like an animal. Once one man has cum and deposited it on me, or in me, I move quickly to the next one. While I’m bending down on my knees to lick the last of the cum from one man, another has grabbed my arse and is pushing his cock into my arse. It feels so very very good to feel that thing slide into me. He’s big so I relax my muscle more and then he’s in but he’s too slow, probably trying to be considerate of me. There’s no need though and I push back hard so my arse swallows all of his length. Then he gets the message and I’m riding a fuck machine. His fingers dig into my hips and he pulls me hard back onto his cock. He’s got some energy this one and he pounds at me for a while before his movements become uncoordinated, he shoves really hard against me, and growls. I feel his cock pulsing when he fires into me, a few desperate shoves as he’s gripped by orgasm, then he slides out of me leaving a trail and I feel that familiar dribbling when his cum runs out of me. It doesn’t have much time to dribble though as two more hands take my hips and I’m impaled on another lovely cock. This man is shorted than the last but far thicker. I’m stretched way open.

When all of the men are spent and do as they always do and converge on the corner, to the bar, to cool down and regain their energy, Anca crawls over and rolls me onto my back. Her tongue is between my legs lapping at the cum oozing out and thrilling me with her lips. I motion for Fawn to come to me and I pull her to me, kissing her. I can taste the cum of more than one man on her lips and my tongue explores inside her mouth.

I catch Peter’s eye and, with my eyes, gesture at Anca whose cute little arse is poking into the air. He frowns and shakes his head slightly. I nod a small nod and raise my eyebrows. He’s nods back, ok. He gets out of his chair and goes around behind Anca. I can feel Anca bump around when she moves her legs apart then her breath, a large sigh, on my cunt, as Peter enters her. Then she’s sucking and licking my cunt again and bumping back and forth with every stroke of Peter’s cock inside her. She stops licking me when she is gripped by her orgasm and as it subsides but Peter keeps fucking her, she sucks my clitoris, hard. The she’s cumming again and it’s an amazing feeling, I begin cumming while she is. My little sister and me, sluts together in the throes of the most wonderful climaxes.

We share Peter then, Anca and I, he between my legs, fucking me, and she on my face, my tongue inside the folds of her cunt. She’s kissing Peter above me with the taste of me on her lips.

Then the other men are rejuvenated, Peter cums into me, and withdraws to his armchair once again. Anca is tugged away and the last I see before I’m flipped over and my arse is lanced on a particularly long cock, is my sister attempting to put two cocks into her mouth at once. Fawn is already cumming off to one side, not a fake one that she’s so good at, but a real and impressive climax.

For the rest of the evening we enjoy each other’s bodies, the group of us, then at end, as it customary with me at Peter’s parties anyway, the men kiss us girls then they’re invited to empty their bladders on us. Anca is surprised but welcomes it, laughing and making appreciative sounds as she is splashed with warm piss. If you’ve never experienced it it’s hard to describe how nice and warm it feels when someone pees on you. I quite enjoy the taste too but I noticed Anca didn’t, she spat out whatever went into her mouth. She ran her hands over her body with the wetness though, she loved that. Fawn is mostly indifferent to it but accepts it with her usual good grace.

We, the girls, lie on the floor, on the plastic, in the pool of liquid, until the men have showered and have filed out the door. Then we go and have our own showers.

Before we leave we dress and enjoy one of Peter’s delicious coffees and have a kind of debrief. He is most concerned with how Anca felt it went. She just grins at him and says, “When’s the next one? And can we have more men?”

Peter and I look at each other and shake our heads, smiling.