My Cousin’s Visit and the Night in the Dungeon

Valeria’s arrival, my cousin from Guadalajara, was the trigger for everything. Three days earlier, my brother Marcos and I had already initiated her into our games, and that first encounter left the three of us hungry for more. That same afternoon, after dinner, when my parents had gone into the living room and the house still smelled of food, I suggested what I’d been mulling over since the moment I opened my eyes that morning.

“Shall we do it again?” I asked, looking at Marcos.

He nodded without hesitation. The problem was obvious: my parents were home, and there was no way to slip away from them.

“Let’s go to Diego’s place,” I said. “My boyfriend has a dungeon in the basement, and I think you two are going to get along very well.”

Valeria looked straight at me, with that expression of hers that mixes surprise and curiosity in equal measure.

“Does your boyfriend know we’re coming with your brother?”

“I’ll call him right now.”

Diego picked up on the second ring. I told him what I had in mind in a low voice, and he answered without hesitation. He knows me too well to make himself hard to get when I suggest something like that.

“And you’re okay with this?” Valeria asked Marcos, with a vague gesture that meant: another man being there?

“As long as it’s to fuck the two of you,” my brother replied in that calm voice of his that hides a permanent fire, “there’s no problem at all.”

Valeria bit her lip. Her breathing had become shorter.

We took my mother’s car. I drove. The city gleamed outside while Valeria looked out the window with that half-formed smile she gets when something makes her nervous and turned on at the same time. Marcos sat in the back seat, silent, arms crossed, with an expression I knew all too well.

***

Diego opened the door barefoot, in a T-shirt and cotton pants. When he saw Valeria, his eyes lit up in a way I found immensely satisfying. Without any ceremony, he took her by the nape and kissed her on the mouth. She took half a second to respond, but when she did, it was with everything. Her hands went for Diego’s belt almost without looking.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t waste time,” she murmured when they broke apart, breathing hard.

“Never,” I confirmed.

Diego slid a hand under Valeria’s skirt. She sucked in her breath sharply.

“You’re already wet,” he said, and it didn’t sound like a question.

“I’ve been like this since the car,” she admitted, looking him in the eye without a shred of shame.

I slipped in behind them, wrapped my arms around her waist, and took her breasts in my hands. Diego took the opportunity to slide in his fingers. Valeria arched backward, her head falling onto my shoulder, a long moan escaping her throat. Marcos watched from the hallway with his arms crossed and a smile that was not entirely innocent.

“Shall we go downstairs?” I suggested.

“Let’s go downstairs,” Diego said.

***

Diego’s dungeon is a basement he has been equipping patiently for years. Stone walls, dim light, the smell of tanned leather and old wood. The first time I went down there I was literally speechless. Now I consider it my favorite place in the world.

Valeria stopped in the doorway and took it all in: the wooden cross on the back wall, the sawhorse in the middle of the room, the rings in the ceiling, the hooks with leather straps sorted by size. She was trying hard to hide how impressed she was, but her breathing gave her away.

“Where do we start?” Diego asked.

She pointed to the cross with a casual gesture, as if she didn’t care much.

“What’s that for?”

“You know perfectly well what that’s for,” I said, laughing.

Diego and Marcos didn’t waste any time. They positioned her in front of the structure, lifted her arms, and secured her wrists with the thick leather straps. Then they crouched down, one on each side, and spread her legs open. They yanked down her skirt and panties in one pull. They fastened her ankles to the lower uprights.

Valeria was left completely exposed, open, unable to move. And by the way she was breathing, she was enjoying it in a way that went beyond what I had anticipated.

Diego stood up and ran a hand over her ass deliberately, studying her.

“Has your cousin already fucked you back here?” he asked, glancing at Marcos with one eyebrow raised.

“This afternoon,” my brother confirmed, with the smile of someone who knows everything.

“Good work,” Diego said, and without further preamble he pulled his cock out of his pants and positioned himself behind her.

Valeria let out a sound that was half moan, half muffled laugh when he shoved into her all at once, and then the sound became something much more serious when Diego started moving.

“You’re bigger than your cousin,” she gasped.

“Is that a problem?”

“On the contrary.”

***

I sat on the bench facing them. Marcos stripped beside me and I pulled his underwear aside with my hands while I watched Diego fuck my cousin against the cross. He had a way of moving I knew by heart, but seeing him with someone else turned me on in a different way. More intense. Dirtier.

Valeria was moaning uncontrollably. Each thrust shook her whole body and yanked hard at the straps, her knuckles white. Every so often she turned her head toward me and looked at me with lost eyes, mouth open, asking me for something I don’t know exactly what.

Diego pulled out of her and handed the turn to Marcos.

My brother didn’t wait. He positioned himself behind Valeria and entered her in one motion. She let out a short, sharp cry, followed by a moan that kept rising. The sound of his hips slamming into our cousin’s ass filled the basement.

“You weren’t fucking me like that this afternoon,” she said between gasps, her cheek pressed to the wood.

“This afternoon was the warm-up,” Marcos replied, never slowing down.

I got up from the bench. I pulled my dress over my head and was left in nothing but soaked underwear. I moved in front of Valeria and took her face in my hands.

“Look at me,” I told her.

She looked at me. Her eyes were pure chaos: glassy, bright, completely gone.

I kissed her hard, swallowing her moans every time Marcos drove all the way in. With one hand I pinched one of her nipples cruelly. With the other I went down to her clit and began rubbing it in slow circles, then faster.

Valeria shuddered from head to toe.

Behind me, Diego yanked my underwear down and slid two fingers inside without warning.

“Just as wet as she is,” he growled in my ear.

“More,” I said, and it was true.

***

Valeria came tied to the cross while I rubbed her clit and Marcos fucked her from behind. It wasn’t a discreet or restrained orgasm. It was a shiver that ran through her entire body, tightening the straps to the limit, ripping a long, rough cry from her throat that bounced off the stone walls. She kept convulsing for several seconds, her pussy clamping down hard on Marcos, until her body gave way and she hung from the restraints, panting.

Marcos pulled out. Valeria remained suspended, her hair stuck to her face and a glistening thread at the corner of her lips.

Diego positioned himself behind her and stroked her ass cheeks with both hands.

“The ass too?” he asked.

“If you dare,” she said, her voice still broken.

Diego spat on his glans and pressed slowly against her ass. Valeria tensed, then let the air out slowly, then relaxed. Diego advanced centimeter by centimeter, unhurried, until he was all the way inside. She asked for more in a broken voice. Diego sodomized her against the cross with a slow rhythm at first, then deeper, faster, until Valeria’s moans turned into demands.

Meanwhile, Marcos positioned himself in front of me. I knelt and took him in my mouth. Valeria’s sound behind me, my brother’s groans above my head, the smell of leather and sex mingling in the basement air. It was too much and not enough.

***

After they untied me too — I ended up on the cross as well, though tonight’s account belongs to Valeria — the two of us went upstairs to the bathroom. We sat facing each other. The mirror reflected two flushed faces, tousled hair, smeared lipstick.

“How much longer do I have here?” Valeria asked, looking without really looking at herself.

“Three weeks.”

She nodded slowly, with that smile of hers that promises nothing good in the best possible sense.

“I want the two of them to fuck me at the same time,” she said. “Both at once, through both entrances.”

“I was thinking exactly the same thing,” I said.

We washed our faces. We kissed long and hard in front of the mirror. We went back down.

***

Valeria made her proposal without beating around the bush as soon as we set foot in the basement.

“Double penetration. Me first, then my cousin.”

Diego and Marcos looked at each other. Then they smiled in a way that promised nothing soft.

Marcos leaned back on the leather sofa, legs spread and cock hard. Valeria climbed on top of him astride, took his cock in her hand, and guided it to the entrance. She lowered herself slowly, eyes closed and teeth clenched, until she had him all the way inside. She let the air out slowly.

Diego positioned himself behind her. He spat. He pressed. He entered centimeter by centimeter while Valeria held her breath, eyes wide and fixed on some point in the ceiling.

When they were both inside, nobody moved for a few seconds. The only sound was Valeria’s breathing, slow and forced, learning to accommodate that double pressure.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Shut up,” she said. “I need a moment.”

The moment lasted maybe ten seconds. Then the three of them started moving.

***

Valeria’s face was impossible to describe. A mix of absolute concentration and total surrender, as if her body were solving for itself a problem it had never had to solve. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth open in a constant moan that never ended. Every time Marcos drove up from below and Diego entered from behind at the same time, a guttural sound escaped her throat that didn’t seem entirely human.

“I can feel them brushing against each other inside me,” she gasped, without addressing anyone in particular.

I watched them from the floor, one hand between my legs, unable to do anything else. Seeing my cousin like that, her body trapped between the two of them, trembling with every thrust, was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life.

Valeria’s hips began moving on their own, searching for the angle, finding the rhythm. Her fingers dug into Marcos’s shoulders, leaving marks. Her back arched dramatically.

When she came, she went all the way. A cry that started low and climbed into a long, sustained high note, her thighs shaking uncontrollably against Marcos’s hips, her torso leaning forward until her forehead touched my brother’s chest. She kept moving after the orgasm, with little spasms that didn’t end, until Diego took her hips in both hands and held her still.

Even then, still and restrained, the spasms kept running through her.

***

It was my turn.

Marcos was still reclined. I positioned myself on top of him, looking him in the eyes. I lowered myself slowly. Diego positioned himself behind me.

What came after was the most intense thing I can remember. I’m not going into every detail because the account belongs to Valeria. I’ll just say that I had three orgasms, that Diego came inside me on the third, and that the sound I made at that moment was completely involuntary and rather embarrassing, according to what Valeria told me afterward while laughing.

***

When it was all over, the four of us were left sprawled on the sofa and on the floor, sweaty and silent. The dim lights in the basement cast long shadows on the stone walls. No one had the energy to speak.

Valeria was the first to move. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at the three of us with that expression of someone who has just discovered something about herself that changes things.

“How many times can we repeat this before I leave?” she asked, her voice still rough.

“As many times as you want,” Diego said from the floor, eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his face.

Marcos threw him a pillow without looking.

“Welcome to the family,” I said.

Valeria laughed. It was a long, tired, completely happy laugh. Then she lay back down, staring at the ceiling, and I watched her in silence, thinking about the three weeks she had left and everything we still hadn’t tried.

We were going to make good use of them. Of that I had no doubt.