When Daniel and I finally arrived at the cottage in the woods, we were over an hour late. But that didn't really matter, did it? The party was planned for the whole Easter weekend anyway, and we were bringing more "supplies". So we could be reasonably sure that our friends wouldn't mind us being late.
"I'll just tell them that you were craving cock so much that we couldn't leave sooner." David chuckled and put a hand on my knee.
I slapped him, playfully, on the same hand. "Who was having cravings exaclty? *I* was just putting on make-up, nobody asked you to just shove your dick into me!"
David shrugged. "I didn't sense any resistance from your pussy. It was wet and hungry for my cock, wasn't it?"
He let his hand run up my thigh, under my skirt, until his finger hit the wet spot in my panties.
"Or should I rather say, that it *is* wet and hungry for cock?"
I allowed him to keep his hand where it was for a moment, then gently pushed it away.
"That's your juice running out of me. Not my fault. WATCH IT!"
David looked back on the road, turned the wheel and brought us back into the middle. He put both his hand on the steering wheel and laughed nervously.
"That was close! Maybe we should focus on getting there in one piece."
I leaned back in the seat and relaxed. I was really looking forward to that party - all our closest friends would be there, some 20 folks. There would be barbecue, drinking, dancing, fun... and I was sure that Daniel and I would have some alone for us, too. Maybe not fully alone, but with someone watching. And I found that rather exciting.
Daniel and I had been dating for not too long, but the sex we had was the best I've ever had in all of my 24 years. Less inhibited, wilder, more experimental, greedier. Just great.
About 20 minutes later, Daniel's Skoda rolled onto the meadow in front of the cottage and stopped next to three other cars. Looks like we weren't the last to arrive after all.
We got out of the car, grabbed the large bags with the drinks and carried everything around the house, where we found the other. Eight of our friends sat their next to the grill in a somewhat somber mood:
Tommy, Peter, Steven, Harry, Hari, Madjid, Johnny and Alex.
Daniel put the bags down, and greeting the boys with a handshake and a hug. Then I went around kissing everyone right-cheek, left-cheek and we asked where all the others were?
"Everyone canceled", Peter replied. "Susan broke up with Madjid." Madjid, the tallest of the group who usually had the brightest smile shook his head sadly, his dreadlocks jiggling.
"Cathy and Mary didn't 'feel like it', Jake's sick, Melania has to care of him, Sarah had to come in to work..." Peter ran through the list of the missing people. Every one had an excuse. Some solid, some rather flimsy.
Daniel slapped his hand on the table. "Enough with the doom and gloom! Leaves more for us! Fire up that grill, we got the whole weekend ahead of us!"
Soon, cold beer, gin tonic, grilled meat, grilled vegetables were served and moods brightened. And since we had enough of everything for 20 people, us 10 had maybe each a drink or three too many.
Once the sun set, the cold settled in, very typical for the forests and once the camp fire didn't warm us enough, we settled back into the cottage and everyone picked one of the guest rooms.
Most left their doors open and for a long time, you could hear quiet talking and the occasional dirty laugh.
As soon as Daniel and I were in bed, Daniel was pulling at my clothes.
"Daniel, no!" I giggled, "they're gonna hear us!"
But he, apparently, didn't hear me, pulled down my jammies and my panties, turned me on the side and without much further ado pushed his cock into my pussy. The bed frame squeaked with every stroke and he started moaning. More loudly than usual, too.
He pulled my right leg up and his hand searched and found my wet pussy. Once he started fingering my clit, I got louder too. I wasn't screaming, no, but I couldn't - and didn't want to! - suppress my moans, either.
Our door squeaked and slowly swung open. I couldn't see anything in the darkness, but I knew: somebody was standing there and watching us!
That got me going louder, I tried to identify the figure, but it was impossible to tell who it was.
Then Daniel flooded my pussy with his cum, gave me two more thrusts and I came as well. I half-turned, kissed Daniel - but when I turned around, our peeping tom had vanished.
On the second day of our weekend, most slept in. The sun had long come up and it promised to be a very warm and bright sunny day.
I started the day with a long shower - not without getting interrupted by Daniel, who fingered me to the edge of another orgasm. He loved edging me, leaving me and my pussy hungry for more.
At breakfast, everybody talked about how restful the night had been. I tried guessing who had watched us, but it was impossible to tell. It could have been any one of them.
After breakfast, we took a hike, singing, chatting and laughing along the way. When we returned at the cottage, we fired up the grill again for a late lunch, and again plenty of beer was provided.
That, of course, had the usual impact. But both toilets in the cottage were occupied when I was desperately trying to get some relief. So I ran back outside and walked awkwardly towards the treeline. Alex and Hari realized what was going on and started to follow me, just to spite me!
"Guys, really, not cool, I gotta go soooo bad!" I whimpered, but Alex just laughed and Hari said: "We gotta go, too, don't pee your pants!" and Alex laughed even harder at this truly phenomenal joke.
I surrendered, turned to the side, pulled down my shorts, hunkered down and let go with a sigh of relief. At first I just looked down - I really didn't want to pee my pants - but when I glanced over at Alex and Hari, both stood there with open mouths and obvious bulges in their shorts and intently watched me. Not there was much to see, but apparnently my naked thigh was enough. Or maybe it was the sound of my piss splashing on the forest floor, pooling into a puddle?
I stood back up and pulled my shorts up, and walked past them "Your turn boys... if you manage with those things." And I snipped my fingers at Hari's bulge who let out a breath of air... and maybe a little more in his pants, I couldn't tell.
Back at the large dining table, I sat down next to Daniel, and passionately kissed him - to the cheers of the other guys who were there and then whispered into his ear what had just happened. But he didn't say anything, not even when Alex and Hari came back.
The conversations slowly got richer in innuendos and double entendres, the jokes becoming more sexual in nature, too. At first, it was mostly the guys amongst themselves, but they kept trying to pull me into the conversation. Finally, they brought up the most important topic: how important was the size of the dick? Like, for real?
I gave a very diplomatic answer, the size of the tool wasn't as important as the talent when wielding it, but the guys didn't really want to hear that. Speculations started who might have the biggest dick.
"I mean, besides Madjid", Johnny said, "black guys have the biggest dicks, everybody knows that."
Madjid flashed a bright smile and shook his head: "That's mighty racist of you, Johnny." He took a long swig from his beercan, burped and then added: "Even if it happens to be true!"
Before a fight could break out, Daniel had a suggestion: "Here's an idea: Fanny here puts on some lipstick, then each of you gets in line, puts his dick in her mouth and she sees how far each dick goes. Wherever the lipstick mark is closest to the to the tip has obviously the biggest!"
I just stared at my friend, while the others cheered in agreement. Daniel leaned over and whispered in my ear: "I know you find that idea exciting. And I'll make sure you're safe. Ok?"
I hesitated for a moment, but I *was* excited (and not completely sober either), so I nodded, stood up and went inside to get my lipstick. My knees were a little shaky.
Meanwhile, the others arranged my seat - a nice chair where I could lean back and relax. I put on an extra heavy layer of lipstick, and Daniel was the first do push his cock into my mouth, as much as he could, then I pressed down my lips to leave the mark, opened up and he retreated for the next to take his place.
Maybe two minutes later, everybody had a lipstick mark on their dick. And of course they started arguing. Madjid hadn't even been really hard. I closed my mouth much to soon when Steven pushed in, all kinds of reasons and excuses. So they demanded a second round. And then, of course, a third round.
My jaw was already hurting when Peter got in front of me. I opened my mouth obediently... and then his dick started to jerk and he sprayed a wad of cum into my face, my hair and my wide open mouth!
For a long shocked silence, everyone was silent. Then Tommy pushed Peter to the side, who already jerked his short but fat cock with two fingers with a few quick motions before spraying his load onto my face.
He milked the last drops out onto my cleavage, to be replaced by Harry. He just put his hand on my forehead to stabilise me and squirted directly into my mouth, making nothing went elsewhere.
I turned with my cum-covered face and cum-filled mouth around to Daniel and saw how he slowly stroked his cock. I faced forward and saw Steven, who said with a coarse voice: "I can jerk off at home by myself" and he shoved his circumsised cock into my mouth and started thrusting in quicks strokes, pushing Harry's cum further back - at least what didn't squeeze out around his shaft and ran down my chin.
His ball-sack flapped a few times against my chin, then he pushed harder, relentlessly, forced his cock all the way in and down my throat and shot his load deep down my throat.
He let got of me and I greedily sucked in air. There was Daniel next to me.
"Are you alright, Fanny? You good?"
I gagged, but smiled at him through my cum-covered lips. "Yes, everything's fine. I'm good. Let's go, that wasn't everybody yet, right?"
The guys didn't need more encouragement.
Not long after, somebody pulled my cum-soaked top off of me, then my shorts and panties. They fingered my sopping wet cunt, but not long after I was sucking a cock, while another pounded my pussy.
I can't tell how many loads landed on me or in me - but all my holes got filled. At least three of the guys "mistakenly" landed in "the wrong hole" and had fucked my ass. Lucky for me, Daniel had taken care of my ass' virginity before. But by the time they realized that I did have a third hole, most of the guys were already spent and content with watching.
The last load I got from Madjid, who jerked a small donation from his truly large cock down on my tits. Must have been his fifth or his sixth that afternoon.
Then we all sat or laid in exhausted silence, with me the ultimate, perfect cumdump at the center.
