I confess what happened the second time I gave in

I’m going to confess something I still can’t quite believe, and I’m doing it because writing it down is the only way I have to sort out what happened. As I told you before, after that first time with Bruno I was left with a strange restlessness, a mix of guilt and want that wouldn’t go away. I promised myself it wouldn’t happen again. But some promises are made knowing full well you won’t keep them.

The sign that something had broken in me came one night with Diego, my boyfriend. We were in bed, him on top, slowly thrusting into me, and I was about to come when a phrase slipped out that I shouldn’t have said. I asked him to fuck me harder, to open me up properly, that I wanted to feel him all the way in. Diego froze dead still, his cock still buried inside me.

“Where did you get that from?” he asked, baffled. “You never talk to me like that.”

I answered with the first thing that came to mind: that it was because he was so big, that he filled me completely, that his cock stretched my cunt in a way I couldn’t keep quiet about. He laughed, liked the compliment, grabbed me by the hips and drove into me again until his balls slapped against me. I ended up clenching around him with my legs, coming while he emptied himself inside me. But I was frozen on the inside. I was thinking about someone else while I was with him.

***

Diego is part of the track and field team, so not long after he told me he was traveling to Portugal for some meets and would take the chance to visit some relatives. He figured he’d be away twenty to thirty days. I took it calmly, told him we’d stay in touch, to take care of his knee, all the things a girlfriend says. I saw him off at the door with a long hug, convinced that month would be enough for me to get myself back in line.

I lasted fifteen days.

At first I kept busy: work, the gym, my friends. But my body had other plans. At night I’d go to bed with two fingers in my cunt, imagining things I shouldn’t, and when I came by myself it didn’t feel like enough. And just when I was at my worst, Bruno texted me asking how I was, whether I wanted to go out with the group or grab a drink. He said he was stopping by Tomás’s place, a friend of Diego’s, with his sister to pick up some things and would drop them off to me on the way. I told him no, of course. He insisted. Since I was already on my way to my boyfriend’s apartment, I ended up telling him we could meet there to hand the things over to his sister. I texted Tomás to confirm the package thing was real, and he said yes. Only then did I agree.

Bruno arrived alone. No sister, nobody. I let him in anyway; we chatted for a while, but he couldn’t take his eyes off my neckline.

“What are you staring at, idiot?” I said.

“You, obviously,” he answered without blinking. “And on top of that you show up in that blouse and that skirt. It looks way too good on you, Camila. It’s not fair.”

I thanked him for the compliment and told him I was going to get the box with his things. When I bent down to pick it up, I felt his hands from behind, on my breasts, squeezing them over my bra, finding my nipples with his thumbs until they hardened. Every bit of skin on me prickled and I closed my eyes for a second before reacting.

“Bruno, please,” I begged, my voice already breaking. “We already talked about this.”

“I know, and look, I respected everything you told me. But answer me one thing: do you really want me to leave right this second? I will, just say it and I’m gone.”

I stayed quiet. And my silence said more than any word could. Fifteen days without touching anyone, with him standing in front of me, pressed against my back, his fly tight against my ass, was too much. I didn’t leave, I didn’t kick him out. I let it happen.

Bruno turned me around and kissed me with tongue while he unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time. I lifted my arms so he could shove my bra up and suck my tits. He latched onto one nipple and then the other, nibbling them, and I was already feeling my cunt soaking wet under my skirt. I pulled down his zipper and took out his cock; it was so hard that the moment I grabbed it, it throbbed in my hand. I dropped to my knees right there in the living room and took him into my mouth without ceremony. I sucked him all the way, to the base, until my eyes filled with tears and he had to tug my hair so I wouldn’t choke.

“Holy fuck, Camila,” he panted. “You suck cock so well.”

He pulled me up from the floor, yanked off my skirt, and laid me back on the sofa. He spread my legs and bit my panties off with his teeth. He licked my cunt with his whole tongue, from bottom to top, stopping on my clit to suck it until my back arched. He slid two fingers in and curled them, searching for my spot, while he kept sucking me. I came all over his face, gripping the back of the sofa, my legs shaking.

He didn’t give me any break. He stood up, lined his cock at the entrance to my cunt, and rammed it in with one hard thrust. I screamed. I was so tight after fifteen days that I could feel him opening me up completely. He grabbed my legs behind the knees and spread them wider, driving into me until his balls were slapping against my ass. He started moving fast, ruthless, and all I could do was beg for more.

“Fuck me hard, come on,” I told him. “Rip my cunt apart.”

He turned me over and put me on all fours on the sofa. He grabbed my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, and kept fucking me from behind while I pushed my ass back against him. I could feel every inch of his cock going in and out, the sound of my wet cunt, his fingers gripping my waist. I came again, this time clenching around him so hard he had to stop for a second to keep from finishing.

We ended with him lying down and me on top, riding him face-to-face, fucking him myself, moving slowly to make it last. When I felt him coming, I pulled him out and took him into my mouth just in time for him to empty himself inside me. I swallowed everything, not leaving a drop. I still wasn’t ready for more — I left anal for another time — but for that day my hunger had been more than satisfied.

***

The unsettling part came with the conversation after lunch. Reclined there, still naked, with his hand idly playing between my legs, Bruno started telling me about the gatherings they had among cousins and friends in that very house. Parties that ended with one or two girls and all of them. He said it like someone talking about the weather. I didn’t ask whether Diego took part; something told me I didn’t want to know. But I got an absurd kind of thrill imagining myself at the center of something like that.

“My brothers and my cousins have talked about you,” Bruno blurted out. “They all want you. One said he’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk. But they’re respectful, they know you’re Diego’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, really?” I said, pretending it made me laugh, even though the mere idea was making me wet again. “And what do you think when they say that?”

“I act like I don’t get it, so nobody gets suspicious. But the truth is I’d love to see you with them. See them fill you up completely.”

I told him he was crazy, that it was impossible. That I was his cousin’s partner, that anyone could talk, that it would turn into a scandal and end badly. The conversation stopped there. Or so I thought.

Two days later I met him again. And two days after that, too. Every time we saw each other, Bruno came back to the subject, testing me, letting slip a new comment, telling me his brother had said those things were private, that nobody would have to find out. I kept saying no, but each refusal came out a little weaker than the last.

“I’d be turned on seeing you surrounded by them,” he confessed one afternoon, with his cock hard again in my hands. “Seeing you with one in your mouth and another in your cunt, seeing you swallow everything they give you.”

“You’re sick,” I said, laughing while I jerked him slowly. “You’d love to see my eyes roll back, wouldn’t you, you pervert?”

“If you put it that way… yeah.”

The worst part is that while I was denying it, I was already imagining it. And when he fucked me again that afternoon, I came thinking about three cocks at once.

***

There was just over a week left before Diego got back. And instead of stopping, I’d trapped myself in a fantasy I didn’t know how to get out of. I thought about it at every hour, on the subway, while cooking, before going to sleep. Until one day I texted Bruno and said yes. That I wanted to try it, just once.

We agreed to meet at Diego’s place, one afternoon that was turning into evening. Bruno asked me to wear something special. I chose a mesh bodysuit that left everything on display, with the crotch open inside so there’d be access without taking it off, and I hid it under a blouse and a skirt, promising myself this would be the last madness before my boyfriend came back and everything returned to normal.

There were three of them. Bruno, his brother Andrés, and his cousin Lucas. When I opened the door, they looked nervous, almost shy, surprised that I’d really agreed. They sat in the living room and started throwing awkward compliments at me. Bruno stayed on the sidelines, quiet, hiding his role. I realized that if I didn’t make the first move, none of them would dare.

“Well, boys,” I said. “Bruno told me you want me. And honestly, I’m in the mood to let you do whatever you want today. What do you say?”

Andrés laughed, uncomfortable.

“You’re gorgeous, Camila. My cousin hit the jackpot.”

“And you, Lucas?” I asked. “What would you do to me?”

“Everything,” he answered, his voice rough. “I’d fuck you every which way.”

***

The ice broke all at once. I went to Lucas first, because he was the one I was most curious about, and put my hand on the bulge in his pants. He was already hard, and big. Andrés came in from the other side, going for my mouth. Bruno was still watching, expectant, holding back so he wouldn’t give away that he and I already knew each other.

They took off my blouse and revealed the mesh bodysuit. The reaction from all three of them was worth the wait. They pounced on me. Lucas sucked my nipples through the fabric, Andrés slipped his hand through the opening below and found my cunt already soaked. I knelt between them and started pulling down all three pairs of pants at once. When I took out their cocks, my mouth flooded with saliva. The three of them were thick, different: Lucas’s longer, Andrés’s wider, Bruno’s the one I already knew.

I started servicing them in rotation, one in my mouth and the other two, one in each hand, jerking them off at the same time. I’d spent a long time practicing deep throating with Diego, so I could go farther than I ever had before. I took Lucas’s cock all the way in until the tip hit the back of my throat and I held it there for a second, feeling it pulse. Then Andrés’s, then Bruno’s. All three of them were staring at me with their mouths open.

“Like that, slow,” Lucas murmured, holding my head with both hands. “You do it amazingly. Holy fuck, look at her swallowing it whole.”

When I gave them a break, they pulled the bodysuit up over my head and took me to the bedroom. They laid me on my boyfriend’s bed, the very bed where I slept with Diego, and Andrés got between my legs right away. He pried my cunt open with his thumbs and started licking my clit, while Bruno and Lucas settled on either side of me and took turns fucking my mouth. I held one in each hand and kept passing them from mouth to fist, sucking their heads, licking their balls, while Andrés made me come all over his face.

When I came, I screamed with Lucas’s cock in my mouth and nearly choked. Andrés wasted no time. He climbed up, grabbed his cock and slowly worked it into me. I was so tight it was hard at first; he was thick and my cunt had to adjust to him, not the other way around. Andrés was patient, taking it little by little, pushing in and pulling out, sinking deeper each time until I gave in and he buried himself all the way. By then I was moaning without hiding it, moving my hips to ask for more.

“You like that?” Bruno whispered in my ear, while he brushed his cock across my lips.

“Yes,” was all I could say, mouth open. “Yes, I love it. Fuck me, come on, fuck me hard.”

***

What followed was a long hour in which I lost count of how many times I came. They took turns, one going in, another coming out, changing positions, making me turn over. Andrés fucked me in the cunt while I sucked Lucas and jerked off Bruno. Then Lucas put me on all fours and fucked me from behind, grabbing my hair, while I sucked the other two, propped on my elbows, one on each side of my face.

At one point I straddled Lucas with my back to him, and while he held my hips, moving me up and down on his cock, Andrés settled in front and started licking my clit while the other one fucked my cunt. Bruno climbed on top, kneeling over Lucas’s chest, and drove his cock into my mouth in time with the thrusts below. I felt control slipping away completely. I was full, being tended to everywhere, and I didn’t have enough hands to touch them. I wasn’t thinking about Diego anymore, or Tomás, or the consequences. There was only that room and those three cocks.

“You’re insane,” Andrés panted. “How you squeeze. I’m never letting go of this cunt.”

I came so many times that at one point my legs started shaking on their own. I asked them to stop for a second, laughed breathlessly, and immediately asked for more. They put me face down, with a pillow under my hips and my ass raised. Bruno positioned himself behind me and shoved his cock into my cunt, while Lucas stood at the side of the bed and I turned my head to suck him. Andrés waited on the other side, jerking off over my face.

Bruno was the first to finish. He pulled his cock out of my cunt, turned me around, and put it in my mouth in time for him to unload everything inside. I felt the hot semen hitting my throat, stream after stream, and I left him clean, without a trace, swallowing every last drop. Andrés came next, gripping his cock with both hands, and he finished over my face and neck, marking my cheeks, my chin, all the way down to my chest. I ran a finger over myself, gathered what I could, and took it into my mouth while looking him in the eye.

Lucas, the one I’d liked best, was last. He lifted me onto all fours again and slowly fucked me, holding my waist, taking me at a different rhythm than the others, deeper, more deliberate. He made me come once more before emptying himself inside me. When he was done, he stayed in me, still hard, breathing against the back of my neck. I stayed with him a while longer, not wanting to let go, feeling his semen seep down my thighs, amazed at myself.

They left one by one. I stayed sprawled on the bed, sore, exhausted, my cunt throbbing and my face still marked, staring at the ceiling. Part of me was at peace, satisfied in a way I’d never known. The other part was already doing the math and feeling the weight of what I’d done.

***

Three days passed. Diego was almost back and I should have closed the chapter. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Lucas. He’d stayed in my head, the way he looked at me, the way he touched me without rushing, how he’d fucked me at the end like it was just for me. I texted him, at first with the excuse of saying hi.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about you,” I finally wrote.

“Me too,” he answered almost immediately. “I didn’t say anything before because of my cousin, you know.”

“I get it. But I still wanted to tell you.”

“Could we do it again?” he dared to ask. “With a woman like you, I’m more than willing.”

We met that same day, this time at my apartment, just the two of us. Lucas arrived and I didn’t even give him time to sit down. I kissed him at the door, pulled down his zipper, and knelt in the hallway, with the door barely closed. I sucked his cock slowly, looking up at him from below, savoring it like it was the first time. Then I took him to the bedroom, stripped in front of him slowly, and asked him to eat me out. He licked my cunt until I came on his tongue, and then he fucked me from the side, holding me from behind, never speeding up, biting my neck. He drove into me slowly for a long time while he pinched my nipples and whispered in my ear everything he wanted to do to me. We finished with him on top, looking into my eyes, and this time he asked to come inside. I told him yes, to fill me up, to give me everything. And afterward I stayed wrapped around him, feeling him melt into my body. It was the first time I felt I wasn’t putting out a need, but choosing someone.

***

And here I am, confessing all this. If I think about what happened in a single month, I struggle to recognize myself. I went from resisting with guilt to having Diego, Bruno, and Lucas, and arranging my days so none of them cross paths with the others. I know it’s only a matter of time, that sooner or later the bomb is going to go off and my boyfriend is going to find out. I know it, and even so I don’t stop.

I’m not going to keep telling every encounter, because it would get repetitive and that’s not the point. I wanted to leave this recorded, this exact moment when I realized who I’d become without ever fully deciding to. Thank you for reading me. Kisses to all of you who made it this far.