Seven Friends, a Lesbian Confession, and a Revenge

The apartment smelled of perfume, alcohol, and something harder to name, that smell of wet cunt and fresh semen that clings to fabric when seven women have been fucking each other for hours. There were seven of us that night, spread between sofas and cushions on the floor, with half-finished bottles on the glass table. The music played low, almost like a whisper in the background that nobody listened to. Carina, who had arrived with Roxana as part of the evening, was no longer pouring drinks: her face was buried between Sofía’s legs, her tongue deep in Sofía’s cunt and her lips shining with fluids. Sofía stared at the ceiling with narrowed eyes and an expression caught between resistance and something she still couldn’t admit, while Carina’s hands opened her thighs and her fingers sank into her tight ass at the same time.

Lucía was still kneeling in front of her aunt Natalia, her mouth pressed to the inside of Natalia’s thighs, moving slowly upward, leaving a trail of saliva from the knee to the crease of the groin. Natalia gripped the back of the armchair with white fingers, holding her breath, her tits bare, nipples dark and stiff as if it hurt to have them that hard. Miranda was pumping a thick black dildo in and out of her sister’s cunt at a steady rhythm that never let up, twisting it every few thrusts to draw out a new moan. And I was in the armchair at the back, Roxana kneeling between my legs, her tongue already drenched in me, trying to talk with the little concentration I had left while she sucked my clit like it was candy.

—At first I didn’t want to believe it —I said, my voice breaking when Roxana slipped in two fingers and curled them forward—. Andrés was always so convenient with his principles. He used to tell me men who cheated on their wives were cowards. He swore he could never do something like that to me. For nine years I believed everything he said.

—Tell us about the video —Renata asked from the floor, with three fingers moving slowly inside her own cunt as she listened, her thumb rubbing her clit with a slowness that had her biting her lip.

—The video arrived on my phone one afternoon when Lucía and I were at the gym. We were doing sets on the machines when I got it from an anonymous message. A full-screen shot of Andrés with another woman. In my house bed. In my cream-colored sheets that I bought last year. The bitch on top, riding his cock, and him with a look of pleasure I’d never seen on him before.

—Oh my God —Valeria murmured, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, one hand resting on her mother’s thigh and the other slipped under her own skirt, her fingers busy in a motion that did not hide what she was doing.

—That’s exactly what I thought. I froze. Lucía saw my face and knew something was wrong. I showed it to her. She wanted me to call Andrés right away, to confront him before he could delete evidence. And I couldn’t move my fingers. My hands were shaking over the screen.

Roxana didn’t stop. Her tongue traced the lips of my cunt with a measured pause before going back to my clit, sucking it between her lips until it throbbed. I had to cling to the edge of the armchair with both hands so I wouldn’t close her head between my thighs.

—We went to the locker room to talk in a bit of privacy. On the way, two guys who’d been looking at us for a while decided it was their moment. One came up to me when I was leaving the weights area. He said he wanted to get to know me better, that the three of us could have a very good time together. He smiled with that confidence some men have, as if the question were just a formality.

—The three of you? —Renata repeated, sinking her fingers to the knuckles.

—That’s what I understood. I looked at him, looked at his friend, and told them to go fuck themselves. I went straight to the women’s locker room.

Natalia let out a long moan when Lucía pushed her whole tongue into her cunt, moving it in slow circles, fucking her with it. Natalia’s hips lifted off the armchair, instinctive, searching for more contact, one hand dropping on its own to grab her niece by the nape and push her face deeper. Sofía, from the far end of the room, had her eyes closed and her hips moving in small jolts against Carina’s mouth, Carina’s fingers coming out shiny from her ass and going back in without resistance, as if every few seconds Sofía forgot that she didn’t want to be seen this slutty.

***

In the locker room, Lucía tried to calm me down. She told me to breathe, to wait until we were home to make decisions. To not do anything crazy. All very reasonable, very Lucía. And while she was talking, I looked at the video again. Andrés’s face. That expression I never saw when he was with me. His cock going in and out of another woman in my own bed, and him groaning things he had forbidden me from.

I left the women’s locker room. I went straight into the men’s.

The first one was alone, with a towel around his waist, closing a locker. He saw me come in and looked at me without understanding. I kissed him before he could open his mouth, shoved my tongue all the way in, grabbed the back of his neck with both hands. I felt his hands on my waist, first surprised, then firm, then determined, sliding down to grab my ass over my leggings. The towel fell on its own. His cock was already half hard against my belly, thick, hot, throbbing there like a promise. His friend came out of the shower thirty seconds later and found the scene already settled: I no longer had my T-shirt on and the first guy was sucking one of my nipples with his mouth open while he shoved his hand inside my leggings.

—And Lucía? —Miranda asked, slowing the dildo’s rhythm without pulling it out, leaving it buried in her sister.

—Lucía arrived two minutes later. She stayed at the entrance, said my name, once, twice. Then she just stood there, watching the first guy rip my bra off and the second one come up behind me with his cock already hard, bumping against my ass.

—I did it —Lucía confirmed, not lifting her face from between her aunt’s thighs, her voice muffled against the wet flesh—. I came in to look for you and found that. I froze just like you did before.

—I told them they could not touch her if she didn’t want it. But I asked her to film. She said no twice. By the third time she already had the phone in her hand.

Lucía let out a low laugh without moving. Her lips kept sucking Natalia’s clit without interrupting her too much, and Natalia let out a sharp gasp.

The two guys had the bodies of men who take the gym very seriously. Broad backs, well-defined arms, that hard solidity you only notice when there’s no clothes to hide anything. And their cocks didn’t look out of place either: thick, long, veins standing out, heavy balls hanging beneath. The first one yanked my leggings off, turned me against the lockers, and pried my legs open with a soft kick to the ankles. Cold metal against my tits and belly, his hot hands sliding up my thighs, two fingers going in at once to check how wet I was. I was soaked. He gave a rough laugh against my ear.

—You’re dripping, slut —he told me—. Andrés has left you neglected.

And he shoved his whole cock into me in one thrust. No preliminaries. No questions. I screamed against the metal. The second one took position in front without anyone having to ask him, grabbing my hair, pressing the tip of his cock to my lips.

—One went in from the front —I said, correcting the order only to shorten it—. The other filled my mouth. Andrés never let me be on top. He said he hadn’t married just anyone. Always the same order, always him deciding when and how. Those two didn’t ask me anything. They opened me up like they knew exactly what I needed that afternoon. They fucked both my holes at the same time, in sync, one pushing from the front and the other going down my throat.

Renata had stopped moving. She was only listening, eyes fixed on me and her fingers still inside herself.

—The metal of the lockers creaked with every thrust. I was drooling over the second guy’s cock, eyes watering, my nose against his balls every time he rammed it to the hilt. The one behind me grabbed my hips with both thumbs sunk into my ass, opening me up, watching his own cock go in and out, slick with my fluids. Lucía was filming with a steady hand and cheeks red as tomatoes. She tried to look away and couldn’t. At one point the guy behind pulled out, went over to her, and yanked her leggings down. Lucía protested. I knelt in front of her, opened her thighs with my hand, and asked her to stay.

—Was it the first time between you two? —Miranda asked, her voice lower than before as she resumed pumping the dildo.

—The first time we did it. Not the first time I thought about it.

Lucía lifted her head from between her aunt’s thighs for a second. She looked at me. There was something in that look that was not shame.

—I had thought about it too —she said, and lowered her face back to Natalia’s cunt, this time sucking the lips one by one.

While the second guy came back to my mouth and the first one kept fucking me from behind, I had my whole tongue buried between my best friend’s legs. I sucked her clit hungrily, ran my flat tongue over her slit, slipped the tip into her entrance. Lucía was filming with one hand and gripping my hair with the other, pulling without knowing she was pulling. She didn’t say a single word of protest. She only panted softly, her hips coming toward my mouth on their own, her cunt soaking my face. At one point I felt her thighs tighten around my ears and she shoved my tongue deep inside with a long moan. She came in my mouth while filming. I swallowed everything without stopping moving my tongue.

***

—When the first one came inside me, I felt all of it —I went on—. That heat filling me, the thick ropes of semen slamming into me inside while he dug his nails into my hips and growled like an animal. The other one was still in my mouth, thrusting. I asked the second one to finish on my face. I knelt down, opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, let him shake his cock over it from two inches away. A thick stream shot out and landed from my forehead to my chin, warm, sticky, and two more bursts filled my mouth and my tits. And I looked straight into the camera. At Lucía. With my face dripping with someone else’s semen and my cunt filling up with what the first one had left in me, all of it running down the inside of my thigh. I wanted Andrés to see every second of what he had never given me.

—Did you send him the video? —Sofía asked from the other armchair. It was the first time she had spoken in half an hour. Carina lifted her head for a moment, lips shining with fluids all the way to her chin, and waited for the answer before burying her tongue back between Sofía’s legs.

—Not yet. I’m keeping it for the right moment.

Sofía nodded slowly. She closed her eyes and let Carina continue, opening her cunt lips herself with two fingers so Carina’s mouth could reach her clit better.

Roxana’s tongue sped up between my legs, sucking my clit with a constant suction while she pushed three fingers into my cunt and searched for the spot with her curved fingertips. Renata rested a hand on my thigh and I let her keep it there; before long that hand was massaging one of my tits, pinching my nipple until I moaned. Miranda came closer to us and Roxana extended her attention without making any ceremony of it: one mouth alternating between two cunts, slowly, as if she had the whole night ahead of her. She sucked Miranda for a few seconds, left her panting, came back to me, slipped two fingers inside me, kept going. Valeria was masturbating to one side with her eyes fixed on the scene, two fingers inside and her thumb on her clit, with that expression of someone who still hadn’t decided to take the final step.

Natalia came with a moan she tried to hold back and couldn’t. Her thighs clamped around Lucía’s head for an instant, her hips jerked upward three times against her niece’s mouth, and her cunt spilled over Lucía’s chin in little spasms. Then she went slack. Lucía sat up, lips wet, chin shining, and held her aunt’s gaze. Natalia gave her something that looked more like gratitude than shame and ran her thumb along the corner of Lucía’s mouth, collecting her own juices, bringing them to her lips.

—There’s something else to tell —Valeria said, stopping touching herself—. Something that happened between my mother and me before tonight. Something she doesn’t want to mention.

Natalia tensed. Completely. Her shoulders, her hands, her jaw.

—Valeria —she said softly.

—Mom. —Valeria raised her eyebrows and looked around—. You just let your niece bring you to orgasm in front of six people. I think the threshold for what can be said is very far behind us.

Some of them laughed. Sofía pressed her lips together but said nothing.

—It’s different —Natalia insisted.

—Why? —Lucía came closer and rested a hand carefully on her knee, like you do with someone who’s about to give in—. Tonight there are no secrets between us.

Natalia looked at her. That niece who had just brought her to orgasm with a patience none of her lovers had had in years. Who now waited without pressing, with the calm of someone who knows she’s going to win.

—I know you’re going to judge me —Natalia said quietly.

—Nobody’s going to judge you —Lucía replied—. And if anyone tries, they can go to sleep. —And she looked straight at her mother.

Sofía held that gaze for a few seconds. Then she lowered her eyes to the glass in her hands. Carina filled it without anyone asking.

The apartment fell silent. Only the low music, the sound of seven ragged breaths, the clink of ice in the glasses, the soft sloshing of Renata’s fingers that had started moving inside herself again. Valeria stroked Lucía’s ankle with her thumb. Renata rested her head on my shoulder, her fingers still shiny with her own fluids. Miranda kept her eyes fixed on her mother, waiting.

Natalia took a deep breath. Once. And then again.

—All right —she finally said—. But I need another daiquiri before I start.

Carina was already standing.