What Happened in the Van While He Went to the Supermarket

When Diego closed the van’s sliding door and disappeared on the way to the supermarket, I could still feel the blond guy’s breath on my neck. My boyfriend suspected nothing. He just wanted to go down and buy water and a few sandwiches to carry on with the trip, and he’d left us “in the care” of the six Englishmen we’d stopped to talk to at the gas station half an hour earlier.

An hour, he’d said. At most.

Seven minutes had already passed and I’d already been fucked for the first time.

—My turn, gorgeous —another voice whispered to me in impeccable Spanish, deep and with a cadence that made me clamp my knees together.

It was the translator. The dark one. The only one in the group who spoke my language and, as it happened, the hottest of the six. He had that kind of body you can sense beneath a plain T-shirt: broad shoulders, flat abs, defined arms without going over the top. A smile that looked practiced from working so well so often.

The blond slid out of me carefully, leaving a warm thread running down the inside of my thigh, and moved off toward the back bench without saying a word. The dark one —Liam, he’d told me his name was when he climbed in— took his place between my legs as if he’d been waiting for that moment all night.

—You’re shaking —he murmured, brushing his lips against mine.

—Your friend didn’t give me time to breathe —I answered, and it surprised me that my own voice sounded so hoarse.

—With me it’s different. With me you’re going to have all the time in the world.

He rested the head of his cock at the soaked entrance of my sex and pushed slowly, centimeter by centimeter, until he sank in all the way. I closed my eyes. The difference from the blond was immediate: he’d gone in fast, hungry, with that tourist urgency that knows the clock is ticking. Liam entered as if he owned time.

—Fuck —he whispered against my ear—. You’re so deep. And so hot. You’ve got the most perfect cunt I’ve had in years.

I let out a long, trembling moan. Not because of the phrase itself, but because of the way he said it: in that low voice, just for me, as if the other five watching from a meter away didn’t exist.

He started moving with a slow, deep, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust hit an exact spot and ripped a gasp from me that I couldn’t control. While he was fucking me, he kept talking in my ear with that golden tongue of his —I understood right away— the real reason he made a living translating for groups of men traveling around looking for what they were looking for that afternoon.

—You’re amazing, sweetheart —he said—. So beautiful, so generous, so incredibly hot. You know what I thought when I saw you get out of your boyfriend’s van? I thought, “That woman deserves so much more.” Does your guy know what he has in his hands? Because it’s obvious he doesn’t know how to use you.

I squeezed my eyes shut. The rational part of my head told me that was exactly the sort of thing a guy like that would say to any woman in any van. The irrational part, the one with Liam thrusting between my legs, only wanted to hear more.

—Look at me —he ordered softly.

I opened my eyes. His face was two fingers’ breadth from mine, his eyes locked on mine, unblinking.

—I’m going to tell you this once —he went on—. I don’t care how many times you come tonight. I don’t care how many of them fill you before the afternoon’s over. The one who’s going to remember this for months is you. And you’re going to remember me above all.

I sank my nails into his back without realizing it. Liam smiled crookedly and drove in harder.

—That’s it, baby. Clench. I want to feel you surrender.

The orgasm started building very deep inside me, far away, like a wave you can see coming from the other side of the sea and can’t turn your back on. I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him toward me. I wanted him deeper. More of everything.

—That’s it —he gasped—. Come for me. Come so hard that when your guy gets back from the supermarket, you won’t even be able to look at yourself in the rearview mirror.

It was the mention of Diego that finished breaking me.

I came with an intensity I hadn’t felt in years. My whole body tensed at once, my thighs trembling around his waist, and a sound that didn’t seem like mine burst from my throat: shrill, sobbing, almost ashamed. I felt my sex contract brutally around his cock, and a hot gush of my own fluid soaked the inside of my thigh and the leather seat.

Liam didn’t stop. He kept moving slowly, prolonging every spasm, whispering in my ear:

—That’s it… how beautiful you are like this… my goddess…

The orgasm lasted much longer than it had any right to last. When it finally began to fade, I was left trembling, tears prickling at my eyes and my breathing shattered. I buried my face in his neck, because I didn’t want the other five to see me crying with pleasure, and at that moment a thought crossed my mind that I didn’t dare finish thinking.

What if I left Diego? What if I stayed with this one? With someone who talks to me like this every night…

It wasn’t serious. I knew that perfectly well. It was the kind of stupid fantasy that pops into your head when someone’s just done to you what you didn’t remember could be done to you. But the image of stepping out of my own life and into a different one made me even hotter.

Liam noticed how my sex tightened around him again and smiled against my neck.

—Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking? —he murmured.

—Shut up —I answered, laughing under my breath.

He kissed my earlobe, drove in deeper, and without warning his movements quickened. Short, urgent, deep. He bit my neck lightly and whispered in my ear:

—I’m going to come. Do you want it inside?

I couldn’t answer with words. I tightened my legs around his waist and pulled.

At the same time, one of the other guys —a copper-haired blond, young, with a face that didn’t quite believe what was happening— had knelt on the seat to my right, cock in hand, staring at my face with ragged breath. He said something in English that sounded half moan, half insult, and as soon as Liam gave the last thrust and emptied himself inside me, the other brought the tip to my lips.

I opened my mouth without thinking.

The two of them came almost at the same time.

Inside: Liam, in hot, abundant spurts, much more than the blond one before him, filling me in a way that made me feel the rest of the fluids shift to make room for him. In my mouth: the copper-haired one, with several thick, salty spurts that hit my tongue and palate. I swallowed once, twice, three times, moaning around his cock while Liam kept emptying himself inside me.

The two sensations at once left me with no bearings. I was full inside, overflowing, with a little semen slipping out over the edge while Liam was still inside me. And my mouth was full of the strong, metallic taste of the other guy, swallowing so it wouldn’t spill, looking him in the eyes without being able to look away.

When the copper-haired one pulled his cock out of my mouth, I ran my tongue over my lips to catch what had escaped at the corner. Liam kept kissing my neck, with a tenderness that had nothing to do with the scene.

—You’re incredible —he whispered—. And there are still people waiting.

I lifted my head. In the dim van light, the other four were focused on me. Not with the look of wild animals, but with that mixture of patience and desire men have when they know they’ll get fed if they wait their turn. One smiled shyly at me. Another bit his lip. None of them moved until Liam, without lifting his face, nodded.

—Your choice —he told me in Spanish, just for me—. Do you keep going or do I stop this right now?

I thought of Diego standing in line at the supermarket register. I thought of the shopping list he’d left on the dashboard. I thought of how, in fifteen minutes, I was going to have to pull myself together, pull my dress down, wipe my face, and pretend I’d been dozing.

—Keep going —I said.

***

Two of them came at once, as if they’d rehearsed it. One positioned himself between my legs, taking the place Liam had just left, and the other knelt beside me, aiming for my mouth. No words were needed. I opened my legs a little wider and lifted my head, offering myself without reserve.

I was starting to get tired. I knew it. But I also knew afternoons like this didn’t come around twice.

The one below entered without resistance, sliding in on the semen from the two before him. He tore a long moan from me that vibrated against the cock already in my throat. The two of them settled into the same rhythm almost without realizing it: deep thrusts in my sex, identical hip movements in my mouth.

They didn’t last long. The one below growled first, buried himself to the hilt and came inside me in spurts that joined the pool already between my legs. I felt the semen begin to overflow, escaping around his cock and dripping onto the seat. Almost at the same time, the one at my mouth let out a muffled moan and emptied himself onto my tongue. I swallowed greedily, with a care even I didn’t recognize in myself, feeling the hot blows sliding down my throat.

A drop escaped from the corner of my mouth. I caught it with my tongue. I didn’t want to waste anything. I don’t even know why anymore.

Before they could pull away, the other two took their places almost without pause.

—Aaaaaahhh… you’re killing me, you bastards —I gasped, trying to use the half-second of truce to breathe—. But it feels so good… keep going…

The final shift was fast and brutal. The one in my sex came with an animal grunt, flooding me once more. The one in my mouth came almost at the same time, filling me for the last time. I swallowed with tears in my eyes from the effort, feeling my insides, already collapsed, overflowing onto the leather seat. A thick white thread ran down the inside of my thigh and dripped onto the van floor.

When they finally finished, the six of them eased back slightly, panting, looking at me with a strange mix of admiration and gratitude. I stayed reclined, legs open, dress wrinkled up at the waist, breasts bare, face covered in semen. Breathing hard. Hair stuck to my temple. A foolish, satisfied smile on my swollen lips.

I thought, without meaning to think it:

“They’re not bad guys. They didn’t force me, they didn’t insult me, they didn’t go too far. They just enjoyed me and made me enjoy myself like crazy. That’s more than Diego gives me on an ordinary Saturday.”

Liam came closer, stroked my cheek with a tenderness that no longer fit anything that had just happened, and whispered in my ear:

—You’re a goddess. Thank you for this.

I smiled at him, with the taste of six men still in my mouth, and answered in a low voice:

—Thank you, all of you. I had an amazing time.

Outside, in the parking lot, I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. Familiar footsteps. Footsteps dragging a plastic bag full of water and sandwiches.

I sat up in a rush. I pulled my dress down as best I could. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I took two deep breaths.

The van door was still closed.

Inside, I was still dripping with six strangers’ semen.

Outside, my face showed only a calm smile when I turned my head toward the window and saw Diego appearing among the parking lot’s yellow lights.

—Coming, sweetheart —Liam said in Spanish, loudly, so he could hear him from outside—. We’re done.

I closed my eyes for a second. Just one.

And then I opened the sliding door.