The Night We Confessed Our Dirtiest Fantasies

It was one of those summer nights in Rosario when the heat was still hitting hard even after the sun had already gone down. My parents had slipped away for the weekend with my younger sister to the coast, and the house was mine until Sunday. At nine, I was expecting my four lifelong friends. I’d cleaned the living room in the afternoon, thrown pillows on the floor, and turned the sofa into a nest. The lights were off, a salt lamp glowed in the corner, and a couple of candles sat on the coffee table.

The first to arrive was Romina, with a bag from the corner store: chips, breadsticks, and two bottles of fernet. She looked relaxed, in an oversized gray T-shirt, denim shorts, and sneakers. Her hair down, that mischievous smile she always wore when she knew the night was going to be loaded.

—Cami, get ready, because I’m coming in thirsty —she said, kissing me on the cheek and heading straight for the kitchen.

Florencia arrived behind her, punctual as always, with two giant pizza boxes. Tight jeans, basic black tank top, straight hair falling over her shoulders.

—I brought pepperoni and four-cheese, because I know Ailín and she complains if there’s no variety —she laughed while kicking off her sneakers at the door.

Ailín came in ten minutes later and, when I opened the door, I let out a yell. She was wearing a black top with a savage neckline, the kind that barely covered what it had to, with thin straps and shiny fabric. Below, ripped denim shorts and high sandals. Loose hair, heavy makeup, and that energy you could spot from a mile away.

—Did you miss me, sluts? —she said, coming in with a bag of ice and some beer cans.

The last one was Sofía. Tight short white dress, subtle V-neck, perfect straight hair, and long earrings sparkling in the light. She brought soda to go with the fernet and more chips.

—Sorry I’m late, I had to build the outfit properly —she joked, winking at me.

We settled in however we could: me in the middle of the sofa, Romina and Florencia sprawled among the cushions, Ailín on the other side with her legs crossed, showing more than necessary, Sofía sitting on the floor with her back against the armchair. The music was playing softly. We started talking about stupid things: work gossip, memes we sent in the group chat, a disastrous outing Ailín had had the week before where the guy asked permission even to breathe. Our cheeks flushed quickly. The fernet went around and around.

After a while, Romina went quiet. She took a long drink and looked around with that expression of «something’s happening here.»

—Girls… what if we stop talking bullshit and get a little hotter? I’m kind of horny and the alcohol is hitting me that way.

The living room went quiet for a second; all you could hear was the background music and our breathing. I sat up among the cushions.

—What exactly do you want to talk about, Romi? Say it, come on.

No one answered right away. Florencia bit her lip and looked away. Sofía laughed softly, covering her mouth. Ailín just raised an eyebrow with a look that said «I already know where this is going», leaning back on the sofa with that neckline barely holding anything in.

—If you want it really hot —Ailín said—, let’s talk about fucking. The good kind, the kind that leaves you walking like a duck the next day because your cunt is wrecked and your ass is burning.

Romina threw up her hands, laughing.

—Wait, wait. Better to talk about fantasies. The ones we think about when we’re getting ourselves off and never tell anyone. That’s way better.

We all said yes almost at the same time. But then came the awkward silence: nobody wanted to go first. We ended up looking at Ailín, who already had that sly grin.

—You’re all a bunch of cowards —she laughed—. Fine, I’ll start.

She settled deeper into the sofa, crossed her legs so her shorts rode up a little more, and began speaking in a low voice, as if she were telling us a secret.

—My favorite fantasy is an orgy. But not just any one. I imagine myself in the high school gym, at night, after a game. The floor is parquet, it smells like sweat and rubber sneakers. There are like twenty guys, all older, no faces, no names. Just bodies and hard dicks.

She paused, took a drink, and went on, more and more immersed in the scene.

—I go in barefoot, wearing a tiny skirt and no panties. They rip my clothes off in a group, grab my tits, suck my nipples while others spread my legs to lick my cunt. I feel tongues everywhere, fingers going into my pussy and my ass at the same time. They put me on all fours on one of those wooden benches, without any foreplay. The first one shoves his dick into me all at once, all the way in, and makes me scream. He comes inside me in three minutes and doesn’t even pull out: the next one steps up and another goes in, his cock already soaked with the previous guy’s cum.

She took a breath, ran her tongue over her lips, and kept going, deeper and deeper into it.

—And they don’t stop. The second, the third, the fourth, with no time for me to breathe. They yank my hair, force me to suck two cocks at once while a third one fucks me from behind. Others jack off beside me and come on my face, my tits, my hair. One of them pries my ass open with his thumbs and licks it before stuffing me dry. They slap my ass, spit in my mouth, call me a whore, and I ask for more. I want to feel them opening me wider and wider, how it hurts and I love it at the same time. They fill me with cum so many times it drips down my thighs, they make me swallow until I can’t breathe. In the end they leave me lying on my back on the bench, my cunt throbbing open, my ass burning, my stomach and tits covered in semen. I finish on my own, shaking, with nobody touching my pussy, just with the feeling of being broken and full.

Florencia covered her face with her hands, laughing, Sofía’s eyes were wide open, and Romina was already biting her lip, her hand discreetly tucked between her thighs. Ailín looked at us with a smile.

—What do you think, bitches? And before you ask: in fantasy there’s no risk, no disease, no consequences. Just dick, cum, and pure dirty pleasure.

The living room burst out laughing. Florencia threw a pillow at her, Sofía doubled over saying, «God, you don’t have a filter even in your fantasies,» and all I could do was shake my head, feeling that the heat wasn’t just from the fernet anymore: my panties were sticking to my cunt.

—Romi, your turn —I said after that, nudging her with my foot—. You started this, don’t act innocent.

Romina let out a long sigh, looked at the ceiling, took a drink.

—Okay. But mine is so stupid. Like… a glory hole.

The living room exploded again. We all instantly remembered that night at the graduation party, when Romina was eighteen and ended up doing things she swore she’d never tell.

—The DJ booth night! —Ailín shouted, dying of laughter—. The one who sucked three cocks in a row leaning over the console!

—I’m reformed, bitches —Romina defended herself, cheeks red—. This is just fantasy, okay?

She settled in more comfortably and started, now with a lower, rougher voice.

—I imagine myself in some sordid public bathroom at night. One of those at a highway gas station, smelling like bleach and piss. There’s a hole in the wall at face level, nothing else. I’m kneeling on the other side, in a short skirt and no bra, with my tits hanging under my T-shirt. I don’t know who the guys are. I only see anonymous cocks coming in one after another through the hole. Some big and veiny, others thin and curved. No faces, no names. Just hard flesh waiting for me to open my mouth.

She paused, took a deep breath, and went on, more and more into it.

—I start with the first one. I take it with both hands, tease it with my tongue from the balls to the tip, and take it in slowly. Then I swallow it whole, until my nose hits the wall and they shove it down my throat. I drool like crazy, strings of spit dripping onto my tits. The guy on the other side pushes, grabs my hair through the hole, shoves it in until I gag and my eyes fill with tears. When he comes, he fills my mouth with hot cum and won’t let me spit: he makes me swallow every drop. I swallow everything. Then comes the second, the third, the fourth. I lose count.

She shifted a little on the sofa, adjusting herself as if her shorts were tightening.

—Some come on my face, others on my tits over the shirt until I’m soaked. One pushes so far down my throat that I puke up a little spit and he keeps driving into my mouth until he empties himself with a growl. Another asks me to pull his balls through the hole too, I suck them while I get myself off against the filthy floor. I put two fingers in my cunt and work myself to the rhythm of the cocks I’m sucking. The floor fills with my spit, semen, and my juices. My face is wrecked, mascara running, lips swollen and red, hair stuck to my forehead with sweat and cum. And I only want more. I’d stay there for hours, cunt dripping and mouth open, waiting for the next dick. I finish on my own over my fingers while I swallow the umpteenth load.

The silence that followed was epic. Florencia let out a muffled scream of laughter.

—Romina, you’re worse than Ailín!

—If you’ve swallowed more than once too, don’t play dumb —Romina shot back, laughing her ass off.

Ailín clapped slowly.

—Welcome to the club of degenerates. Now we’re finally on the same level of sluttiness.

I looked at Sofía, who had been pretty quiet up to then, sitting on the floor with her dress riding up a little on her thighs, sipping her drink.

—Your turn, Sofi. You’re not getting out of this.

Sofía blushed instantly. She lowered her gaze to the glass, played with the hem of her dress, and muttered:

—I pass. I don’t have anything to tell.

—Lies! —Ailín yelled—. You’re the prettiest one in the group. You turn on anybody who looks at you. There’s no way you don’t have something tucked away.

—And you’re the only official virgin in the group —Romina added—. That makes it more interesting. Come on, tell us.

Sofía sighed, bit her lip, and gave in.

—Okay. There is something. But it’s with a professor at college.

We all leaned forward at the same time. Ailín let out an exaggerated «oooh» and Florencia nudged her to shut up.

—He’s not a hottie —Sofía went on—. He’s in his forties, messy hair, thick glasses, always rumpled clothes. But he’s fiercely intelligent. When he explains things in class, everything clicks. He talks with a confidence that gives me goosebumps and wets my panties. I fantasize that one day, after class, he makes me stay behind.

She paused and looked at the ceiling.

—The classroom is empty. It’s just him and me. He tells me to lock the door. I say no, that I have to go. But I end up doing it anyway, with my heart racing and my cunt throbbing. He orders me to sit on his desk. I tell him it’s not appropriate. He doesn’t listen. He stands in front of me, slowly unbuttons his pants, and pulls out a hard cock, thick, bigger than I would’ve imagined on a guy like that. He says, «Open your mouth, Sofía.» I tell him I’ve never done it, that I’m a virgin, please don’t. But he takes my hair gently, not hard, just enough to guide me. And I open my mouth.

Her voice was trembling, but she kept going, rougher and rougher.

—I don’t know why I do it, in the fantasy I don’t want to, but I do it. At first I lick it awkwardly, like a little girl learning, and he teaches me. «Like that, tongue underneath, suck the tip, now down, take the balls in your mouth.» I obey everything. My mouth fills with spit, it drips from the corner and stains my dress. He starts pushing slowly, deeper and deeper, until I feel the tip hitting my throat and I gag. «Hang in there, girl, you’re a good student when you want to be. You’ll get good grades if you learn to deep-throat me.» I cry a little, from shame and from how turned on I am, saliva dripping all over the white dress, but I don’t stop. He makes me look him in the eyes while he fucks my mouth to the back of my throat.

She stopped, swallowed hard, and continued.

—And there, with his dick in my mouth, he slides his hand under my dress, pulls my panties aside, and sticks a finger in my cunt. He finds I’m soaked. «Look how the virgin girl’s little pussy gets wet while she sucks the professor’s dick.» He slips in another finger, moves them slowly, rubs my clit with his thumb. I moan with my mouth full. He makes me come like that, shaking on top of the desk, spit dripping and his fingers all the way inside. In the end he grabs my head with both hands and fucks my mouth at his own pace, not letting me breathe. He fills me until I can’t take any more and tells me that if I swallow, my grade goes up. And I swallow. Every load. One after another. He fills my throat with hot, thick cum. He tucks his dick away, still wet with saliva, inside his pants. He lets me go and says, «Tomorrow come back at the same time, and come without panties.» And I leave with my legs trembling and my cunt dripping down my thighs.

The living room went quiet for a second. Florencia let out a low whistle.

—Sofi, that was intense. And you say he’s stupid?

—Do you touch yourself thinking about him? —Ailín asked, as blunt as ever.

Sofía nodded with a tiny, guilty smile.

—Almost every night. I have a small vibrator. I put it in while imagining he’s the one teaching me how to suck it.

Romina pulled her into a side hug.

—Queen, you’re the most innocent and the dirtiest at the same time.

I looked at Florencia.

—You’re not getting out of it. Sofía dared herself even though she’s a virgin, Romina left us all speechless. Now you.

Florencia laughed and raised her hands.

—Fine, bitches. My fantasy is super simple compared to yours. It’s with just one guy. Any guy, face and name don’t matter. But with a monstrous dick. Like twelve inches, thick as a can.

The living room exploded again. Ailín was the first to jump in.

—Twelve? You’d have to go find him at the zoo, queen.

—Or a horse —Romina joined in—. Are you sure you don’t want a centaur?

Florencia laughed with us but kept going, now in a lower voice.

—I’m not kidding. In the fantasy I imagine him in a dark room. He pulls down his pants and there it is, that huge thing, veiny, heavy, hanging half-hard down to mid-thigh. I stare at it like an idiot for a long time. I kneel and try to fit it in my mouth, but only the tip goes in. It stretches my lips as wide as they’ll go, I feel my jaw wanting to come undone. I drool like crazy, lick the whole shaft from the balls up, suck each ball one by one, get them in my mouth. I hold it with both hands and still have dick left over. I jerk him off while I lick it, and he rubs it all over my face, my eyes, my tits.

She settled herself better, crossed her legs, and went on.

—Then he puts me on all fours on the bed, spreads my legs, and rests the tip against my cunt. Just feeling the tip there already gives me a pre-orgasm. He pushes slowly and I feel my pussy opening centimeter by centimeter. It hurts at first, I feel like it’s splitting me open, like I won’t be able to take it, but in the fantasy I love it. It goes in and in and in, and I think, «there can’t be any more», but there’s always more. He fills me so much I can see the bulge in my stomach every time he drives all the way in. He pounds me with slow, brutal thrusts, grabbing my waist like a handle. I come again and again, screaming into the pillow, legs shaking and my cunt clenching around that thing. He makes me gush like a hose, soaks the sheets and my thighs.

She took a breath and kept going, voice lower.

—And when I can’t take any more, when my cunt is wrecked and open, he turns me over, spits on my ass, and goes for the other hole. He opens me slowly, sets the tip in place and pushes. It’s brutal. At first it won’t go in, until suddenly it gives and I feel every vein of that monstrous dick stretching me to the limit. I scream, bite the pillow, but ask for more. It hurts so good, it burns, I feel like my guts are going to split. He stuffs me all the way in, balls deep, and moves it slowly in my ass while he slides three fingers into my cunt at the same time. I come again, harder, dripping over his fingers. When he can’t hold back anymore, he unloads into my ass in endless spurts. He fills me so much that when he pulls his cock out, semen pours down my legs in a thick stream that won’t stop. I end up lying face down, throbbing, with my cunt and ass open and burning, unable to move. I rub my clit slowly until I come again, just from the feeling of being so full and so broken.

Ailín sprang up like a spring, eyes shining.

—I was with one like that once! Not quite twelve, but easy ten inches, and so thick I couldn’t wrap my hand around it. He shoved it in my ass with no lube and I felt like I was dying, but he made me come three times in a row. It hurt to take a shit for a week, but it was worth every second. Once you try one like that, it leaves a mark, I swear. After that, normal dicks feel like a finger.

Florencia looked at her like, «don’t fuck with me.»

—Yeah? Then teach me how to ride them, mistress.

—I’ll give you contacts, slut —Ailín laughed—. Welcome to the club of the ones who want to be stretched to the max.

The silence fell again, but now with slow smiles and loaded looks. Ailín pointed at me.

—Wait, what about you, Cami? Don’t play dumb. You’re the hostess, you don’t get to skip.

Florencia joined in by tossing me a pillow.

—Exactly. We all spilled everything. And you? Come on, don’t be stingy.

—Besides, you’re the quickest one in the group —Romina added sweetly—. Impossible you don’t have something tucked away.

I laughed nervously, covered my face, and shook my head.

—Aw, girls. I do have one, but it’s super tame compared to yours.

—Spit it out —Ailín said—. We don’t accept excuses.

I took a breath and started.

—My fantasy is something that can’t happen anymore. I wish a video had gone viral of me sucking my boyfriend’s dick when we were in our last year of high school. A proper homemade one, me kneeling between his legs in his room, still wearing the school uniform, shirt unbuttoned and tits out over my bra, looking at the camera with that good-girl face while I took his cock all the way down. One of those videos where you can see me drooling, strings of spit hanging from my mouth to my tits, tongue trained, and him grabbing my hair and saying filthy things. And at the end, the classic: me with my mouth open, tongue out, looking at the camera while he comes on my face, on my tongue, on my tits, on the school shirt. And I swallow what lands in my mouth and lick my lips, staring into the camera.

I paused, feeling my face burning.

—That it had leaked at school, in the friend group, in every WhatsApp chat. That everyone in Pichincha would open it on their phones over and over again. That the moms would talk about it at the supermarket, that the guys would get themselves off thinking about me, that the teachers would look at me differently. That everyone would know what I hid behind the good-girl face: a horny girl who was dying for someone to come on her face and for her to swallow the very last drop. That they’d have to switch me schools because they wouldn’t stop staring at my ass in the hallway and the poisonous tongues wouldn’t stop.

I paused again, shorter this time.

—Like Brenda…

They all nodded at once. Romina said:

—Brenda’s video was wild. It went around for months, poor thing. Soaked to the bone, that slut, moaning like a goddess. But what a turn-on.

Florencia added:

—And on top of that, you’re a fancy Pichincha girl, model face and all. Imagine people’s faces when they saw the video. «Camila? The one from the good family? The one who goes to church with her mom? Look what she really was, a cock-sucking slut who swallows like a pro…»

I nodded, cheeks hot and nipples hard under my T-shirt.

—Exactly. That behind the innocent face there’d be a degenerate girl dying to be seen sucking dick in a video that everyone would watch over and over while they got themselves off thinking about me. To be the official slut of the neighborhood without choosing it. And not being able to do anything, just taking it and knowing, deep down, that I’d love it.

The silence that followed was different: heavier, more intimate. We had crossed a line. Ailín broke it first.

—Girls, either we go to sleep or something happens. Because I’m already insanely horny, my panties are soaked.

—Stop, you’re terrible —Florencia jumped in, laughing.

***

The laughter slowly faded, replaced by yawns and sleepy looks. The fernet was gone. We went up to the first floor. My room is big, it has a bed and an air mattress I took out of my parents’ closet. We all piled in: me in the middle of the air mattress, Ailín and Florencia on one side, Romina and Sofía on my bed. In underwear and oversized T-shirts, with the AC on low.

Nothing happened. Not a kiss, not a hand that wandered, not an intentional brush. Just the heat of bodies close together, the smell of perfume mixed with alcohol, Florencia’s soft snoring that made us laugh before falling asleep. But I had a dream. One of those dreams that feel so real you wake up confused for a second.

I was completely naked in my parents’ room. The big bed, the mirror on the wall, the dim light. My boyfriend was there with me, also naked, his dick already hard and pointed at me, looking at me with that hungry face that drives me insane. I knelt in front of him and started sucking him slowly, wet and sloppy, one of those blowjobs I know he loves. I licked him from the balls to the tip with my broad tongue, sucked each ball with care, kissed the head with my lips open. Then I took it all in, all the way to the back of my throat, until my nose hit his pubic bone. My spit dripped from the corner of my mouth and down onto my breasts. He grabbed my hair with both hands and moaned, «Like that, mommy, suck it all, you’re such a gorgeous cock sucker.»

Suddenly, in the dream, I had big tits. Heavy, round, perfect, with dark, erect nipples. I didn’t ask why; it just turned me on more. I cupped them and gave him a slow Cuban, wrapping his hard cock between my breasts, moving up and down while sticking out my tongue so the tip would lick it every time I came up. He moaned louder, telling me, «What pretty tits you’ve got today, mommy, I’m gonna leave cum between them.» I spit on his cock to lube it better and kept going, squeezing hard, feeling it throb between my tits.

Then he threw me on the bed, spread my legs, and buried his face in my cunt. He ate me like he’d been starving for weeks, his whole tongue against my clit, sucking my lips, sliding his tongue inside me. I came twice against his mouth before he climbed on top of me and fucked me missionary. He went in slow but deep, all the way, looking me in the eyes with every thrust. He sucked my nipples while he fucked me. Suddenly he whispered in my ear, in that rough voice:

—I want to wreck your ass, mommy. I want to watch you cry while I destroy it.

He turned me over, put me on all fours, spit on my ass, and penetrated me in one thrust, balls deep. It was savage, brutal. I screamed with my face in the pillow while he drove into my ass with hard thrusts. He slapped my ass, yanked my hair, talked dirty to me. «Whore, look how much you love taking it up the ass. You’re a degenerate, mommy.» He kept changing positions: against the wall with one leg lifted, always in the ass; over my father’s desk, my tits crushed against the wood; on the floor, me riding him from behind, impaled on his cock; back on the bed, me on my back with my legs against his chest, watching his dick go in and out of my ass. Like I weighed nothing, he moved me around like a doll.

In one of those moves, against the dresser, with my hands braced and him hammering me from behind, I saw myself reflected in the big mirror. And it wasn’t me.

It was my mother. She had her body: the big tits hanging and swaying with every thrust, the wider waist, the fuller ass marked by his fingers, the shorter hair with curls stuck to her forehead with sweat. It was Patricia being fucked by my boyfriend. My greatest forbidden fantasy during adolescence, my worst nightmare. It was her moaning, her with his dick buried in her ass to the balls, her making a whore’s face at herself in the mirror, biting her lip as she let herself get fucked.

For some reason, that turned me on even more. I felt a forbidden heat, like I was watching something I wasn’t supposed to see. I saw myself—or saw her—sliding my hand into my cunt and getting myself off while he was pounding me in the ass, eyes half-closed in pleasure. I started coming uncontrollably, clenching around his dick, shaking all over, dripping over my fingers. At that moment he unloaded inside with a roar: hot, deep spurts, one after another, filling my ass until I could feel the cum slipping down the inside of my thighs. I felt myself flooding, running between my legs while I kept staring at my mother in the mirror, coming harder than ever, mouth open in a silent moan.

I woke up abruptly, panting, heart racing. My panties were soaked and my thighs a little too. I stayed still for a while, breathing hard, with the strangest mix of shame, depravity, and guilt. I felt my clit throbbing, begging for more. I slowly slid my hand under the T-shirt, pulled my soaked panties aside, and stroked my cunt with two fingers, very slowly, without making a sound, while the girls slept around me. With a tiny movement, biting my lip, I came once more thinking about the mirror reflection, about my mother coming on my boyfriend’s dick. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan.

During my adolescence I had a lot of hang-ups about my mother. Patricia was always a total goddess and I was just a pretty but flat girl, with no sex appeal. I had nightmares where she fucked my boyfriend, but I also dreamed it awake sometimes. It’s a secret only I know, because the guilt afterward is enormous.

I looked around: everyone was still asleep. Ailín softly snoring, Sofía hugging a pillow with one hand tucked between her thighs. The sun was already coming in through the blinds.

***

The next day we acted completely insane, as if nothing had happened. We had croissants and coffee in the kitchen, talking about nonsense: the long weekend, Romina’s job, that Ailín had to pay back some money over a lost bet. We took silly pictures for the group, did each other’s makeup because «today we’re going to walk by the river.» Nobody mentioned the fantasies or the dreams or the heat still floating in the air. Just innocent comments: «we went overboard with the fernet last night,» «it was so nice sleeping all together, we should do it again.»

But I know each one carried something away inside. And sooner or later, one of us is going to bring it up again. Because after a night like that, things never go exactly back to the way they were.