This is about something that happened a little under a year ago, back on campus - since I'm not right now due to covid sightings.

Master and a few other friends of ours had organized a party set during a chain of holidays, amounting to two weeks, to which the entirety of a few dorms were invited and there was a rule that participating females would have to be part of the "sex segment" and could hide their identities if they wanted to - also not to reveal other girls' identities to the opposite gender - whereas males would have a rule to not try to reveal any girl's identity.

It was a rather well controlled event with health checks - and other rules for covid, naturally - notably for STDs and the like and the rules for the "sex segment" were only revealed to those who had no issue; valid participants would not only have access to the chosen dorms everyone attending had access to, but also to the wings designated for "bitch plowing" - as everyone took a liking to call it - which required a special custom made stamp being applied for entry, something only few had access to.

Most people showed up which was something like 20 000 people, probably more - of which I think about two fifth were females - showing up and partying inside or around the few dorms we were authorized to use under less lecherous reasons. The girls had come to the designated dorms a day before the guys were meant to and we set up our disguises there during the week-end. Some picked masks of all sorts and shapes, others got creative and did ridiculous makeup - which strangely worked for many - or covered their revelatory features with some random stuff, I put on a black veil, coloured my head hair as well as my pubes and armpit hair pink since I'm the only snow-white skin/hair albino attending my uni right now and it would be a dead giveaway that it's me otherwise, I also hid the brand on my nape since a few seemed to have seen it and that was it for girl prep.

The party went on for as long as the holidays went and nobody else than the party attendees; and a small non-attending, minimal amount of people; were on site so we knew why we were there. The girls that were figured out were to reveal themselves for the rest of the party's duration and had the choice to stop participating sexually at any time from that point. One might wonder why or even if the party's rules were followed but they indeed were by the vast majority, they made the festivities more fun even outside of the bitch plowing quarters.

For instance, in the kitchens we'd - amongst other things - discuss, rate and compare the best sex and/or cocks we had during the party and other related details while the boys would look us up, play detective and question us while discussing their leads on unidentified suspects - we'd still wear our disguises, if anything. Some made the mistake to remove it entirely while males were around and a few of those were pretty mousy girls you wouldn't have dreamed of doing the things I've seen them do.

On an even more erotic note, it was unbridled banging for two weeks straight non-stop, I didn't even bother wearing clothes past the first day since I didn't leave the buildings often during the day due to my sensitivity to sunlight, the nights being cool and I was always polishing dicks anyways - plus they'd get covered in seamen which is a pain to wash when there's at least some 100~ people's produces soaking them in a day, with a worth of about a month's cumulation for most of those 100~ people during the first week.

I swear I was a cum faucet the whole time, it'd almost endlessly flow out whenever I didn't have a cock jammed in and I did it everywhere possible on campus, I got found out on the first week's friday on the first dong I rode because of my sweat's smell - which was kinda creepy at the time but whatever - and, knowing my reputation as a quite sexually inclined maiden, the guys only got more persistent, savage and merciless when they did me after unravelling my identity - so much so in fact I hardly had the time to shower and was always slick in cum, sweat and other fluids regardless of showers since I'd just get soiled again the moment I left the shower. Members of sports teams are rough and have quite the stamina.

Even after the weeks of lust, the remaining girls that managed to hide their identities have either been keeping up their secret or boasting about outlasting the two weeks, I know some of those that managed to hide it that still do, we even chuckle whenever we hear others talking about them.

The week-end after the second, final week was dedicated to a clean-up operation and it was hellish. We couldn't get rid of the smells in most rooms which lasted for a good two months, some of the stains on my bedding won't leave and are still there, even now - I bet the same applies to most of the dorms' furniture.