The Invitation I Sent to My Eight Lovers That Dawn

The night before started like any other at the swinger club I go to with my men of trust. I arrived on Damián’s arm, my husband, with Rodrigo and Mateo following a couple of steps behind us, the three of them dressed as if we were going to dinner at an expensive place. And in a way, we were: the dish was going to be me.

The club ended early for us. None of us was patient that night. The four of us went to the estate I rent when I want to make noise without neighbors nearby, and the party continued there, between the stone walls of an old house that seems made for this.

I’m not going to pretend to be modest. I’d had them all over me for hours when I realized it still wasn’t enough. Three men had fucked me in every possible way and I was still carrying that current in my stomach, that emptiness that doesn’t get filled no matter how hard they try. Damián had shoved his cock in my ass while Rodrigo rammed my pussy and Mateo fucked my mouth until my mascara ran with tears. They had filled me with cum three times, twice inside and once on my face, and I still had my cunt throbbing, hungry, insatiable in a way I hadn’t felt in years.

Damián fell asleep face down on the big bed, his cock still shiny with my juices resting against the sheet. Rodrigo was snoring on the living-room sofa, one hand still on his chest as if he were guarding something, and his cock rested semi-erect against his thigh, as if even asleep he wasn’t fully giving up. Mateo was the only one half awake, but his eyelids were trembling. The three of them were spent. I wasn’t.

It was four in the morning. I sat naked on the edge of the bed, phone in hand and pulse still racing, feeling Damián’s cum trickle between my thighs and stain the sheets. I ran two fingers through my pussy, still open and slick, and brought them to my mouth to suck them. They tasted like all three of them. And I understood that three weren’t going to be enough for what my body was asking for. I needed reinforcements. I needed a plan.

I have a list. I’m not ashamed to say it. A list of eight men I’ve been fucking for a long time, chosen one by one with a very specific criterion: they all know what they’re doing and they all have big, thick cocks. I don’t improvise with just anyone. I opened each chat and wrote the same message to all eight at once.

—“Are you available to split me in two all weekend, without mercy?” —I typed, and hit send before thinking about it too much.

The replies started coming in almost immediately. Men at four in the morning who see my name appear on the screen don’t usually take long.

—Yes —the first one answered.

—Yes —the second answered, and behind him the third, and the fourth, until all eight were in.

Then I took my time. If I was going to put together what I had in my head, it had to be done in an orderly way. Improvising a whole weekend orgy is the best way for it to turn into a disaster of tired people and half-finished rounds. I didn’t want that. I wanted a perfect relay, a chain of cocks that would never break, one shift after another putting cock in me from front and back without letting me breathe.

***

I wrote them a second message, a long one, and drafted it with the care of someone organizing an event. Because that was what it was.

“It’s four in the morning and I want to throw a party with my body and with you all through the whole weekend. I’m all yours, cunt, ass, and mouth, for whatever you want. Here’s the plan.”

“I’ve been fucking three men all night, so I’m already ready, open, stretched, and well lubricated for whatever comes. My cunt is still dripping cum and my ass is well used. I just came ten minutes ago with a cock in my ass and it wasn’t enough. I want more. Much more. I feel insatiable and I’m not going to apologize for it.”

“Right now I’m going to wake up the three men I have here so they can keep giving me cock. But they’re going to be wiped out at some point, and by then I want you fresh, rested, and with your balls full. That’s why you’re coming in shifts.”

I detailed the groups one by one. Eight men divided into four pairs, each pair with a different arrival time, designed so there would always be someone freshly arrived, with a hard cock and intact energy, just when the previous ones started to flag.

“Group one: eight in the morning.”

“Group two: eleven in the morning.”

“Group three: four in the afternoon.”

“Group four: nine at night.”

“Come having slept. Come having eaten. I don’t want exhausted heroes, I want men who can hold out and fuck me until I can’t even walk. I’m waiting for you inside me, literally. The idea is simple: you do whatever the hell you want to me, whenever you want. Take me wherever you want, however you want, and fill me with cum as many times as you can. There are no restrictions. There are no limits. The only thing forbidden is leaving me wanting.”

I reread that last line and liked how it sounded. I left it as it was.

“Right now I’m with three. As each of you arrives you’ll join in, and you’ll do whatever you feel like with me, together or separately. Why not both at once, one in my cunt and one in my ass? The more cocks, the better. That’s why I’ve staggered you: so whoever arrives comes with full balls to relieve whoever has already emptied himself.”

***

Then I moved on to the inventory, because I know that knowing what’s waiting for them excites them as much as it excites me. The estate had been prepared for something like this for days, even though I didn’t know it would be this soon.

“There are restraints and ropes all over the house, distributed in every room. There are ropes hanging from the ceiling in the living room, anchored to the beams, in case one of you wants to lift me off the floor and use me like a swing to fuck me while I’m hanging. There’s plenty of lube, a whole box of it, because liters are going to be needed for everything I want you to put in my ass. There’s a fucking machine with a thick dildo, so you can give your arm a rest while my cunt doesn’t. There are anal plugs of every size, vibrators, a metal hook that they already know where goes. You have plenty to keep yourselves busy and plenty to keep me busy.”

“I left energy drinks at the entrance. Each of you takes one before crossing the door. I don’t want anyone running on half power, I want cocks hard as rocks from minute one.”

“And from nine at night, if I’m counting right, there’re going to be eleven men for this bitch. Eleven cocks for one cunt, one ass, and one mouth. I hope they don’t leave me alone for a single minute. I want the whole weekend without pauses, without rest, with cock inside and cum dripping all over me.”

I stopped for a moment. My heart was racing, not from nerves, but from pure anticipation. I slid my hand between my legs as I reread it and felt myself already soaking again, my cunt drenched just from imagining it. I was writing out loud what I’d been masturbating to in silence for months, and for once there was nobody telling me it was too much.

Because it’s never too much.

“At any time of day or night, I want something inside me. A cock, a dildo, fingers, a fist, whatever. I don’t care what. I don’t care who. Only that it never closes up on me. Are you daring enough to find out how far I can go?”

***

And then I threw down the challenge, which was the part I most wanted to send.

“I’m proposing a challenge. All weekend, at any time, there has to be something inside my cunt or my ass. The rules are two. One: no more than forty minutes can go by without me getting double penetration, one cock in my cunt and another in my ass at the same time. Two: no more than thirty minutes can go by without someone putting it in my ass balls-deep, seriously, all the way in. That means that, at minimum, you have to fuck me twice an hour. Game? Shall we check together whether I’m capable of taking it, or whether it’s you who comes and gives up first?”

I wrote the date and time as if I were signing a contract.

“Start: today, nine in the morning.”

“End: tomorrow, midnight.”

“I’m going now to wake up my three men so they can keep fucking me until you arrive. Don’t be late.”

I hit send and locked the screen. For a second the silence in the estate became enormous. All you could hear was Rodrigo’s heavy breathing in the living room and, outside, the first birds confusing dawn with sunrise.

Then the phone started vibrating. Once. Twice. Five times. The eight confirming, one after another, some with a single word, others with phrases that made me clamp my thighs together without realizing it. “I’m going to split you in two, slut.” “Get that ass ready, I’m going to leave it open all weekend.” “I’ve had a hard-on since I read your message.”

I left the phone charging on the nightstand. I wasn’t going to need it for a good while.

***

I got out of bed and walked barefoot down the cold stone hallway, feeling Damián’s cum still trickling down my thigh. The house smelled of the night we’d just had, of sweat, of a used cunt, and of dried cum. I peeked into the living room. Rodrigo was still asleep, with that satisfied-man face he gets after coming inside, and I wanted to stop letting him rest for even one more minute.

I knelt beside him on the sofa. I ran my hand over his chest, slowly, slid down his abdomen, and grabbed his cock with a closed fist. I felt it growing in my grip before he even opened his eyes. I gave him a couple of slow handjobs and bent down to take it in my mouth, sucking him from base to tip, tasting the dried remnants of my own cunt on his cock. A groan escaped him before he was fully awake. He opened one eye and looked at me, not fully understanding what time it was or what I wanted.

—It’s very early —he muttered in his hoarse voice, while his cock stood up hard as a mast inside my mouth.

—I know —I told him, letting him go with a wet sound—. That’s why I came to wake you up. This is just getting started.

I kept sucking his cock without taking my eyes off his, taking it down my throat until tears sprang to my eyes. When he was so hard it was throbbing, I climbed on top of him before he had finished waking up. I impaled myself on his cock in one sit, until his balls hit my ass, and I let out a long moan that made him open both eyes at once. I felt him respond despite the fatigue, felt his body answer even though his head was asking for another hour of sleep. I love that moment, convincing a spent man that he still has one more load left in him. And another. And another.

—Less than four hours until the first group gets here —I whispered in his ear while I moved slowly, riding him with my pussy clenched tight—. We need to make the most of the time. Fuck me hard. Then you’ll have a relay.

Rodrigo understood then that the night was not over, that it was barely the first act. His hands grabbed my hips with a new force, the force of a man who decides to wake up fully, and he started thrusting up into me, driving his cock all the way in with every stroke. I was biting my lip and squeezing my pussy rhythmically to wring out the last drop of cum from him. Mateo stirred at the other end of the sofa, drawn by the wet sound of my cunt dripping over Rodrigo’s cock like a moth to the light.

—Come here —I told him without stopping, turning my head toward him—. You too. Don’t think you’re going to sleep. Take it out.

Mateo came over dragging a blanket, with heavy eyes and a cock already half-hard peeking out between the folds, with a smile that said he knew perfectly well what he was getting into. I grabbed it as soon as it was within reach and put it in my mouth without stopping riding Rodrigo. I sucked it with hunger, closing my lips around the head, tasting the salt of his skin, until I felt his cock pounding against my tongue. Damián, in the bedroom, was still spent, but I’d wake him up with my mouth full of these two’s cum. I had the whole morning to do it, and then the eight o’clock group would arrive, and the eleven o’clock one, and the afternoon one, and the night one.

I closed my eyes and let myself be fucked from the front and in the mouth at the same time, feeling both cocks moving inside me to the same rhythm. The first of many. The challenge had already begun and the clock was running. Thirty minutes. Forty minutes. Two per hour, minimum. I thought about the eleven men who would pass through that house before midnight the following day, about the ropes on the ceiling waiting to hang me there with my legs spread open, about the fucking machine waiting in the corner with its thick dildo pointed at the ceiling, and I knew that this time, maybe, I really would end up exhausted, with my holes burning and my cunt overflowing with other people’s cum.

Maybe. But not yet.

To be continued…