I Went Alone to the Place My Friend Wouldn’t Stop Talking About

I had been sleeping badly for three weeks because of Sonia. Ever since she told me about it in excruciating detail, about the vacant lot behind the old factory, I couldn’t get it out of my head. Sonia had gone back there three Fridays in a row, and each time she came home more wrecked and more radiant: bruises on her hips, her slit swollen and red, dried cum still stuck to her thighs when she got into the gym shower on Saturday morning, a way of walking that gave her away for days. And that stupid smile that stayed on her face until midweek.

—You were the one who started talking about them —she always told me, laughing her ass off—. Now it’s your turn to stop fantasizing and come. They’re going to split you in two, Clara. I promise you. And you’re going to ask for more.

Because to everyone else, I was the sensible one. The proper one. Thirty-four years old, divorced for two years, an administrative assistant at a neighborhood accounting firm. Pencil skirts to the knee and blouses buttoned to the last button. The one who never raised her voice in meetings, the one who went home early.

But inside, I was burning up. Every night, alone in bed, I touched myself imagining exactly what Sonia had described. I shoved two fingers into my cunt and imagined they were four cocks taking turns, that some unknown hand was squeezing my throat while another spread my ass cheeks. I came biting the pillow, with my other arm stretched toward the ceiling, and every morning I promised myself it was fantasy and nothing more, one of those things you think and never do.

Until it stopped being that.

***

It was a Thursday. I didn’t plan it, or that’s what I told myself afterward. At eleven at night I was standing in front of the bedroom mirror, looking at myself as if I were seeing myself for the first time. I took everything off. Then I put on black thigh-high stockings and a short leather coat I hadn’t worn since before the divorce. Underneath, nothing. No underwear, no bra, no shame I’d been dragging around for years.

I painted my lips the kind of red that wasn’t mine. I slipped on heels I could barely walk in and, before I could think too much about it, I locked the apartment door and went down to the street.

If I think about it one more minute, I won’t leave, I kept repeating to myself while I drove.

I parked two streets from the vacant lot and walked the rest. The cold slipped under my coat and reminded me with every step that I had nothing underneath, that my nipples were hard against the lining and that my cunt was already wet just from thinking about what I was about to do. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure they’d hear me coming before they saw me.

They were there. Four of them, beside an old car, under the only streetlight still working. They smoked, drank something from an unlabelled bottle, spoke in low voices. When they saw me come around the corner, the voices stopped dead.

The tallest one moved first. He stepped into the light and looked me over from head to toe without even trying to hide it.

—Well, well —he said, with a half-smile—. And where did you come from, sweetheart? Another one who got lost on the way home?

I swallowed. My throat was dry and my knees were shaking, but it wasn’t fear. Or not only fear. I brought my hands to the belt of my coat, untied it very slowly, and let the garment fall open. Then I let go of it. It hit the ground behind me and I stood there, naked except for the stockings and heels, tits out and my cunt already glistening between my thighs, trembling from the cold and something much hotter.

—I’m not lost —I answered, surprised by how steady my own voice sounded—. My name is Clara. And I came so you can do to me what you do to Sonia. But I came alone.

Thick silence settled over everything. The four of them looked at one another. Then the tall one let out a low laugh, and the others followed him.

—Fuck, another brave one —muttered one from behind, grabbing his bulge through his pants with zero shame—. Look at her cunt, man. She’s already dripping and we haven’t even touched her yet.

The tall one came close enough to stand an inch from me. He smelled of tobacco and leather. He grabbed my chin with two fingers and forced me to look him in the eye. With his other hand he pinched one nipple, slowly, and twisted until he dragged a moan out of me.

—Alone and without telling anyone? —he asked softly—. That takes guts, pretty thing. Do you know where you’ve walked into? We don’t make love here, sweetheart. Here we fuck until one of us gets tired. And we don’t get tired fast.

My answer was to get on my knees. The ground was icy and rough against them, but I no longer cared about anything. I looked up at him and opened my mouth.

—Use me until I can’t even walk back —I said—. Put it in me however you want. I’m not going to beg and I’m not going to say stop.

No more words were needed.

***

The tall one went first. He unzipped and pulled out his cock in front of my face. When I had it in front of me, I understood why Sonia had exaggerated so much when describing them: she hadn’t exaggerated at all. Long, thick, veined, with the purple glans already peeking out from under the foreskin. He grabbed my hair with one hand, guided my lower lip with his thumb, and pushed without mercy. I choked on the first thrust, my eyes filling with tears, a string of saliva running down my chin to my tits, but instead of pulling away I shoved my head forward, searching for more, until my nose dug into his pubic hair and I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. I heard him let out a surprised grunt.

—This one’s not like the others —he said, almost to himself, shoving my head against his pubic bone and holding it there for a few seconds until I started gagging—. This one swallows the whole thing, bastards. Come look.

Behind me, two others had already taken their places. I felt big hands lifting me by the hips until I was on all fours on the warm hood of the car. Someone spread my legs with a knee and I felt two thick fingers drive straight into my cunt, right to the knuckle, while a thumb probed my asshole and slicked it with the saliva he pulled from it. Another man spread my ass cheeks with both hands and spit right in the middle.

—Fuck, look how wet the slut is —said the one with the fingers—. She came prepared.

In less than a minute I had a cock in my mouth, another one forcing his way between my thighs with the glans pressing at my pussy’s entrance, and a third tracing my back with his palms, squeezing my tits from underneath, waiting his turn with his hard cock bumping against my thigh. The one behind me shoved in all at once, all the way to the hilt, and dragged a muffled cry out of me through the cock in my mouth. He started fucking me at a pace that left no room to breathe: in, out, in, out, every thrust pushing me up into my stomach and making me swallow even more of the cock in front of me.

I came the first time sooner than I would ever have admitted out loud. My whole body shaking, my cunt clenching in spasms around the cock tearing me apart, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream and wake half the neighborhood. They laughed when they noticed. The one fucking me felt how hard I was clamping down on him and snorted a laugh through his nose.

—Already? —said the tall one, still holding my nape against his cock—. We haven’t even started. This one comes from nothing. Let’s see how many more she can take.

And they were right.

***

What came after that I remember in pieces, as if the cold and the desire had erased the order of things. They changed my position between two of them, lifting me as if I weighed nothing, laughing at my stunned face. One fucked me from the front while holding me against the car, my legs in the air and my heels dangling; he drove into me so hard the hood creaked under my back. Another made me turn my head to fill my mouth, and I opened my lips without hesitation, searching for his cock with my tongue, sucking it hungrily while the other one split my cunt open.

Hands were everywhere: in my hair yanking my head back, on my throat squeezing just enough to blur my vision, on my tits kneading them until they hurt, on my hips that were already starting to show violet bruises, like Sonia’s. One licked a nipple and bit it; another shoved two fingers into my ass while the one in front kept pounding me nonstop.

—Look at her —said the tall one, grabbing my jaw so I’d look at him while the other one kept pounding me from below—. Look how much the little hypocrite is enjoying it. With the office skirts she looked so prim, and now she’s swallowing four cocks and wants more. Say you want more, bitch. Say it.

—More —I gasped, saliva trailing down my chin—. More. All of it. Don’t stop.

And then I nodded with his hand holding my face, because it was true and because for the first time in years I wasn’t ashamed of that at all.

They put me back on all fours over the hood and what Sonia called “the real festival” began. One after another, without pauses, without asking. When one of them finished emptying his load into my cunt with a roar and stepped aside gasping, another took his place before I had time to catch my breath, his cock sliding in all at once because I was so wet from my orgasms and the previous man’s cum that it sank in without effort. I felt the hot semen running down my thighs and dripping onto my stockings, and each new thrust pushed it deeper inside.

One of them fucked my ass for the first time in the middle of the night, after spitting between my cheeks and slicking me open with two fingers. I grabbed the edge of the hood, clenched my teeth, and endured the burn of the penetration until I relaxed and started panting, and when I did they fucked me on both ends at once, one underneath and one behind, with the cocks separated by barely a thin wall of flesh. I could feel them brushing against each other inside me, and they felt it too, growling every time they crossed.

—The slut’s destroyed, look how we’ve got her —panted the one behind—. Double stuffed and she still begs.

I lost count of how many times I came; at some point I stopped counting and just let myself be carried by that current dragging me along, coming again and again with my cunt wrecked and throbbing, my ass burning, my throat hoarse from swallowing.

—Hold on a little longer, pretty —the one behind me said, while another held my wrists behind my back with one hand—. You’re holding up like a champion. You’re going to give all of us our load, aren’t you, slut?

Those words, spoken in that rough, broken voice, affected me more than any caress. I, who had spent my whole life wanting to be invisible, who was melting from the inside precisely because I had stopped being that, moaned every obscenity they whispered in my ear as if they were driving it in along with the cock.

***

When they thought I had nothing left, they were wrong. They laid me on my back on an old blanket they pulled from the trunk, a concession to tenderness I hadn’t expected, and spread my legs wide, grabbing my ankles and folding them against my chest. My cunt was left open, swollen and gleaming under the streetlight, dripping cum onto the blanket. The tall one climbed on top, took his cock in his hand, and rubbed the glans up and down between my swollen lips, smearing it over my clit until he had me whimpering, and he looked into my eyes for a second before pushing in, as if giving me one last chance to back out.

I didn’t back out. I drove my heels into his back and pulled him toward me.

He sank in with one thrust, without mercy, all the way, and I felt his cock reach my navel. I screamed. This time I really did, I screamed so loudly my voice cracked, and no one told me to shut up. He started moving over me at a brutal pace, his arms braced on either side of my head, biting my neck and tits, while I clawed at his back beneath the open coat he still hadn’t taken off. Another man knelt beside my head and I turned my face to find him without being asked, opening my mouth; he slid his cock in slowly, slicked with the cunt of another neighbor from the week before or with mine from a minute ago, I didn’t know and didn’t care, and I licked his balls between thrusts.

The stars showed through the clouds up above, over the dead streetlight and the sweat-soaked faces leaning over me, and for one absurd instant I thought I had never seen the sky so clearly.

They came almost at the same time, or so it seemed to me. The tall one warned me with a grunt, pulled his cock out of my cunt at the last second, and shot in streams over my belly and tits, while the one in my mouth held me by the nape and filled my throat with his, forcing me to swallow without breathing. Another was masturbating on his knees beside me and aimed at my face: I felt hot cum splashing onto my cheek, my lip, a closed eyelid. The fourth one asked without asking, turned my face with two fingers, and came across my open tongue.

They left me trembling on the blanket, gasping, my mouth full, cum dripping down my neck and between my tits and out of my open cunt until it formed a warm pool under my ass, my stockings torn at the knees and one heel lost somewhere in the vacant lot I couldn’t be bothered to look for.

The tall one sat down on the ground beside me, took out a cigarette, lit it, and offered it to me. I took it with fingers that still didn’t quite obey me. I took a long drag and blew the smoke toward the sky with a smile that felt broken and whole at the same time.

—So? —he asked, without looking at me, watching the ember—. Was it like your friend told you?

—Better —I said, running my tongue over my lip to collect the last drop still stuck there—. Tell Sonia... that next Friday we’re coming together.

The four of them looked at one another. This time the laughter was different, softer, almost conspiratorial.

—Deal, Clara —said the tall one—. Bring her. And come hungry.

I sat up as best I could, picked up the coat from the ground, and didn’t bother putting it on. I walked barefoot, one foot at a time, toward the exit of the vacant lot, with the leather hanging from my hand and the dawn cold licking my sweaty, sticky skin. I felt my body wrecked, my cunt throbbing with every step, semen still sliding down the insides of my thighs, and yet I couldn’t remember ever feeling lighter.

***

I got home just as it was starting to get light. I got into the shower and let the hot water pour over me until it cooled, watching the dried cum peel off my skin and run in white streams down the drain. I shoved two fingers into my swollen cunt under the spray and a moan tore out of me; I was still open, still throbbing. While I dried myself in front of the same mirror where, hours earlier, I had made the decision, I stared at the bruises starting to bloom on my hips, the fingerprints on my tits, the purple bite mark on my neck. The same ones I had spent weeks seeing on Sonia and secretly envying.

I wasn’t the sensible one anymore. Not entirely, at least. On Monday I’d go back to the accounting firm in my pencil skirt and my blouse buttoned all the way up, with the marks hidden under my office clothes and my cunt still sore, rubbing against the seam of my stockings every time I crossed my legs in my chair. That thought, of the secret hidden under office clothes, pleased me almost as much as the night itself.

I texted Sonia before going to sleep. Three words: “I went. Alone. Tell me.”

She replied two minutes later, even though it was six in the morning, with nothing but a written laugh and a “finally.”

I fell asleep right away, for the first time in three weeks, with the same smile I had seen on her face so many times and with my hand still between my legs.

And the following Friday, when I told her that this time we’d go together and that maybe four wouldn’t be enough, neither of us laughed. We just looked at each other, and we knew we meant it.