Friday evening started with an icebreaker in a darkroom. I was laying there in a dreamy pleasure. Most had stopped and were relaxing.  I could see splashes of body fluids everywhere glowing in the UV light. The mattresses were damp and glowing. The regular light slowly got brighter. I could see the last man to have me, but any one of the men could have been in me. I only knew the names of four.

Most drifted away, I was still weak in the legs.

“May I show you around.” Joy asked. “Shower first.”

Joy showed me to a shower. We went in together,  I remembered how Jenny had offered me her shower, then followed me in and washed me like Joy was. I remembered Jenny’s husband came in and I had my first unexpected 3sum.

That was a long time ago, no one joined us, we kissed and washed each other. 

There was a big pile of white towels. 

“Don't use the brown towels,  they are for single men.” Joy explained. “If you want them, they have to see to your needs.”

“Don't all men have to do that?” I asked, drying myself. 

“Husbands bring wives. Single men have duties,  and they must not refuse if they want to be invited back.”

“Duties?”

“Some work in the kitchen,  some change bedding, all are holes for husbands.”

“O” I got the picture. 

“They get the choice of twenty women, getting fucked and a bit of work is a small price to pay.”

“Twenty?”

“Not all the couples are here. So if you want to fuck carry your towel,  if not waer it.” She demonstrated tucking the towel around her waist. “The extra pipe is for, I'm sure you know what it's for.” She said pointing at the toilet.

I did know.

Joy showed me around.The rest of upstairs comprised four bedrooms, with proper beds, two on suite and a large bathroom. A large shower and small hot tub.

Downstairs the library and office was locked, the dining room was set up as a buffet, in the kitchen two brown towels were working. Another brown was working in the utility room, putting sheets in a big washing machine. 

Joy held a corner chain of a sex swing. “This one has a good cock and knows how to use it, don't you?”

The brown smiled. “If you say so.”

We went to find food. 

Over the weekend I  discovered the browns kept to the towel rule. Whites, men and women chatted me up and made polite suggestions. Sometimes I  said yes, sometimes I asked.

Women tended to give advice on men, who liked what, who were good. The men wanted to know who I had fucked, how I started.

If a couple went upstairs with towels on they were left to go, if they carried towels others followed.

I had no idea who I interacted with in the darkroom, it did not matter. What mattered was sex. Having had most of them, there was no reason not to have them again, who ever they were.

The first time a man took me back upstairs I carried my towel. Others followed. The man, I still don't know his name, took me to a big bed. The door was pinned open, all the doors were pinned open.

He kissed me standing by the bed. He kissed me on the bed. He fucked me on the bed.

A woman was lying on the bed beside us. She watched him pumping  me. I stretched my arm out and she moved to lay her head in my elbow.  Her arm went over him. Our heads came together and we kissed briefly,  the three of us.

Then there was another man who turned the woman on her back.

At first the bed moved in chaos, then the men got in sink and the timing was beautiful. It seems crazy,  but both men pumped us in time. It's crazy what turns me on, every time I think about that, I want cock.

That weekend was wonderful,  Friday night to Sunday evening, nothing to do but eat sleep and sex.

That final morning I was in the middle of a group. I woke to find a cock working its way into me. I remember smiling, I  did not know who it was, it did not matter. The cock moved. I pushed back, wanting him deeper. My moans disturbed the rest on the bed. 

As the man fucked me, two men fucked in front of me.

I crept downstairs and found a brown cooking.

I pulled my towel off. He plated the eggs and switched the ring off.

I pulled his towel and walked to the swing. I pulled myself in. He strapped  my legs in.

I could see his very large hard cock, then no one could see it, but I could feel it deep in me.

“How do you want it?” He asked.

“I want it in me, so don't pull out till you have cum.” He was taking long thrusts,  but he was big enough to take long thrusts.

“A real slut.”

“Less of that or you don't fuck me.”

“Sorry”

“Fuck me!”

He started to hammer me hard and I started to scream with pleasure. 

That attracted others. Two men fucked me, a woman licked me, I had a cock in each hand. One of them pulled away and fucked me, then the other.

I saw Carl at the door. My vision was going blurry,  my muscles were tight and aching.

Joy squeezed past Carl, I could see they both took advantage of the tight space, brushing their bodies against each other. 

Joy kissed me, fingered me, another man fucked me as she played with my clit.

He left, I called stop and Carl closed the door.

“You really are a slut.” Joy told me.

“Just like her sister and you.” Carl told Joy. Some can call me slut.

He backed Joy against a work top and fucked her, he was hard and fast, he was desperately trying to get a dribble out of his overworked balls. Joy was moaning, her ankles crossed behind him, her arms wrapped around him. I just watched.

I don't think he came, but she did. He let her down, neither sound on their feet.

“Are you two going to help a slut out of this thing?” 

That was not the last cock, but it was Sunday and people started to leave, we were not the last but not the first.

“Are we going back?” I asked Jack.

“If we are invited.”

“I think we will be.”

“I saw you fucking.”

“I saw you fucking and being fucked.”

“Are you OK with that?”

I rubbed his leg and cock. “Be yourself,  I love everything you do.”

“I'm driving.”

When we got home we made love talking about everything we had done at the party.