My Bachelorette Party Ended in an Orgy

My name is Renata, I’m twenty-six years old, and my wedding was only two days away. My friends and my younger sister, Mara, who was already twenty-three, threw me a bachelorette party at Vanesa’s loft, the biggest party girl in the group. I was expecting the usual: cheap wine, music blasting at full volume, and someone crying before midnight.

What I wasn’t expecting was the rest.

—We’ve got a surprise for you at exactly twelve —Vanesa told me in my ear, with a smile I should have known how to read.

What are these crazy women up to?

The party was going like any other. We’d had quite a bit to drink, the living room smelled of perfume and cider, and no one would stop laughing. Someone had hung silver garlands on the walls and a fabric banner that said “Last free night!” I was wearing a ridiculous crown Mara had shoved on my head when I arrived, and I didn’t want to take it off.

Near midnight, Mara tied a scarf over my eyes and, all together, they pushed me toward a chair in the center of the room. I sat down without understanding anything, my heart pounding in my chest. The darkness behind the blindfold made everything more intense: the laughter, the hurried footsteps, the brush of hands as they settled me into the seat.

Then the music changed abruptly. Something deep, slow, heavy. The girls started screaming like they were at a concert.

—What’s going on? What did you do? —I asked, laughing and nervous at the same time.

Nobody answered me. Firm hands took mine and guided them to a body. I touched his ass almost by accident and felt it hard, tense beneath the fabric. I didn’t understand what was happening, but the heat of that skin shot up my arms.

The person sat astride me. He took my wrists again and made me run my hands all over his torso. He was broad, muscular, with nothing on above the waist. I scratched his abs without thinking, feeling every ridge under my nails, and the girls howled even louder.

Vanesa yanked the blindfold off me.

In front of me stood a beautiful man, tall, broad-shouldered, dancing with a smile that said he knew exactly what he was doing. I was left staring, mouth open.

***

The guy kept moving around the chair, teasing me. In one quick motion he pulled down his pants and was left in boxer briefs, and the whole room erupted in screams. I covered my face with my hands, dying of embarrassment and laughter, but I couldn’t stop looking at him.

He sat on top of me again. He took my hands once more and guided them over the fabric, right where it was obvious how hard he already was. And then, without anyone pushing me, it was me who slid my fingers under the elastic. The girls lost their minds.

—No, Renata! —I thought I heard among the laughter, and I’d swear that was Mara’s voice.

The man stood up again, this time to take off the last thing he had on. He was completely naked in front of all of us, and the living room turned into a chaos of screams. When he started dancing again, his cock swayed side to side and no one could look away.

He came close enough to put it at my face level. The girls started chanting:

—Suck it, suck it!

I didn’t resist. I took him with one hand and brought him to my mouth, slowly at first, then hungrily, while the entire room roared. God, what am I doing two days before my wedding. But I didn’t stop.

While I kept going, a second man came in through the back door and started dancing among my friends. There were two. Vanesa had hired two.

***

I don’t know why, when I let him go for a second, I winked at him. The man took it as an invitation and went straight over to Carla, one of my friends, who had been married for years. I thought she’d turn him down flat. Instead, she grabbed him and started jerking him off so hard that the guy laughed and asked her to ease up, or he’d come right then and there.

The other man already had his dick in Sol’s mouth, another girl from the group, who looked like she’d been waiting for that moment for years.

I looked for Mara and found her hiding behind two girls, spying on everything with huge eyes. She was always the shy one in the family. I got up, took her by the hand, and although she resisted a little at first, I led her to the chair and sat her down.

—Stay here, just watch —I whispered in her ear.

The two men came over and started dancing naked around her. To my surprise, it was she who reached out, took one of them, and brought him to her mouth. She covered herself with her other hand so we wouldn’t see, but she did it anyway. I sat down next to her and, without thinking, took care of the one in front of me.

Seeing my sister like that, letting go for the first time, turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected.

***

After that, everything broke loose. Some of my friends came over to relieve us, others were already kissing the men on the couch. Carla took off her jeans, got on all fours on the rug, and asked the first guy to fuck her. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

One after another, my friends fell in line. The whole living room was skin, moans, and muffled laughter. I took off my dress and waited my turn; I wasn’t going to be the exception at my own bachelorette party.

I straddled one of them and started moving like my life depended on it. I kept looking for Mara while I rode him, and found her on the floor, tangled up with Vanesa. I watched Vanesa slowly undress her, kiss her breasts, and then move down between her legs. My sister arched her back against the rug. I never thought I’d see her like that.

The hostess grew tired of the mess, grabbed one of the men by the arm, and took him to her room with a couple more girls. Mara, I, three friends, and just one of the guys stayed in the living room.

***

We organized ourselves almost without speaking. While one of us rode him, another put his cock in her mouth, and so we kept rotating, taking turns on the same man who was already overwhelmed. The air was thick, sticky, and nobody wanted it to end.

I had completely lost track of time. The music kept playing in the background, but we could barely hear it over our own breathing. At some point I found myself looking at Mara, the two of us inches apart, sharing the same man, and instead of shame I felt a strange kind of complicity, as if we had just crossed a line together that there was no coming back from.

—We’re not telling anyone about this —she whispered to me, breathless, with a smile I had never seen before.

—No one —I promised her.

When it was Mara’s turn to get on top, the guy decided to change the pace. He lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing and fucked her standing up, holding her against his body while she clung to his shoulders. Then he put the two sisters side by side, asked us to raise our hips, and took us one after the other, first one, then the other.

In the end he made all of us kneel, and when he finished, those of us closest to him managed to taste his flavor on our tongues. We collapsed in heaps, laughing, breathless, not knowing how we had gotten there.

***

We were so exhausted that we fell asleep where we dropped. I slept on the couch, wrapped around that delicious man who still smelled of sweat and perfume. Mara and the others settled on the floor, on the carpeted part, curled up together.

At around six thirty in the morning, I was awakened by an unmistakable sensation: the man was fucking me again, slowly, from behind. When I opened my eyes all the way and remembered where I was, I saw the second guy standing in front of me, waiting his turn with a half-smile. While one was still inside me, I leaned over and gave the other head. The rest were still asleep.

—And my sister? —I whispered to the one behind me, in a burst of something I still can’t explain.

I pointed out which one she was. Mara was sleeping face down, oblivious to everything. The man came over, climbed on top of her carefully, and when she woke suddenly with a moan and a cry, he covered her mouth with his hand so as not to wake the others. Then I left her to him and went back to mine.

That’s how the orgy we had accidentally set up the night before ended. We spent well into the morning with those two men, and two days later I got married in a beautiful ceremony, in white, with a smile no one could decipher.

They left me their numbers before they went. Every now and then, Mara or I call them, and we have as good a time as we did that night. My husband never knew, and that, I suppose, is the best part.