My Fantasy with Five Men at Once

I’m twenty-four years old and studying a degree that eats up my entire weeks. Between notes, exams, and a part-time job, my social life was reduced to almost nothing. Genetics was generous with me: green eyes, black wavy hair that falls to mid-back, fair skin even though I was born Latina. I don’t have big breasts, but they’re firm, and I take care of my body because I like the way clothes fit on me when I go out. The problem was that I almost never went out.

That’s why I ended up downloading one of those apps for meeting people. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. I was looking for a way to satisfy a very specific need without having to give explanations. And among so many bland profiles, one appeared that actually made me smile.

He was charming, talkative, with that kind of humor that lowers your guard without you even noticing. We talked for several days before meeting. When we finally went out, everything flowed so naturally that that very night we ended up in his bed. We worked well together. Neither of us wanted labels, so we decided to see each other now and then, with no promises, just for the desire.

One of those afternoons, lying in bed after fucking, the topic of fantasies came up. He told me his, and I, without any shame left, told him mine.

—I want a gangbang —I said, looking at the ceiling—. Several men at once. Just me and all of them.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds. I thought I had scared him.

—You’re not going to believe this —he said at last, turning toward me—. Just the other day I was talking about that with some friends. All of us were curious to try something like that.

At first I thought it was a joke, just him playing along. But by the way he said it, without laughing, I understood he was serious. And something lit up in my belly right away.

I didn’t answer immediately. It took me almost two months to work up the nerve. Two months imagining it in the shower, before sleep, in the middle of a boring class. Until one day I wrote to him and told him bluntly: if his friends were interested, I wanted all of them to fuck me.

—I already showed them your photos —he replied almost instantly—. They were speechless. I told them you’re really bold. They’re going to say yes.

And they said yes.

***

Let me clarify something so this makes sense: I moved to the city to study and live alone in an apartment my parents pay for. It was the perfect setting. No one to answer to, no one knocking on the door unannounced.

We set up a message group with everyone. That’s where the good stuff started. They wrote to me about what they planned to do to me, asked for photos, videos, voice notes. I answered by telling them to treat me like what I was going to be that night for them. Some of them had girlfriends. I didn’t care. It wasn’t my problem, nor was my conscience the one at stake.

We agreed on the day. They would arrive at six in the evening: five men in total, my friend included. The youngest was twenty-two; the oldest, twenty-seven. I got myself ready for the occasion. A black mini skirt so short it barely covered what needed covering, a tight white top and heels of the same color. No underwear. And, without telling them, I put in a plug before they arrived, so they’d understand without having to ask that tonight everything was allowed.

They arrived together, on time. As soon as they crossed the door, they kissed me one by one on the mouth, slowly, as if each one wanted to mark territory. The hands didn’t wait. They touched me everywhere, squeezed me, ran over my body. One slid his fingers between my legs and stopped when he felt the plug.

—Look at what we have here —he said, smiling slightly—. The girl came ready.

The original plan was to have a drink and chat before starting. We didn’t last even five minutes. The conversation was left hanging and we all ended up in my room. They undressed me with several hands until they left me with only the heels and the plug. I knelt on the floor and began.

Whatever they put in front of me, I took into my mouth. I couldn’t tell whose was whose, and that drove me crazy. I tasted different sizes, different textures, different rhythms. I was so wet I could feel it running down the insides of my thighs. But what turned me on most wasn’t what they did—it was what they said.

—God, you suck dick so well.

—All the way down, come on.

—This mouth is addictive.

Then they started talking among themselves, as if I wasn’t there, and that made me even hotter.

—It’s my turn.

—She sucks better than anyone.

—Did you see the ass on her?

Without realizing it, I was already on all fours on the bed. Someone took out my plug and rammed into me from the front in one thrust. I had two men in front of me coming in and out of my mouth, another licking one of my breasts, a fourth hand gripping my hip. There were so many sensations at once that the first orgasm hit me almost immediately, hard, without warning.

—Look how the little whore moans —one of them said, and I liked the word more than I expected.

***

My friend was the first to ask for the other end.

—Now me, from behind —he warned.

One of them lay beneath me and I rode him. My friend settled in behind me and entered slowly, and the other three positioned themselves around me so I could attend to them with my mouth and hands at the same time. At first it hurt. But the pain lasted only a little while and then it turned into something that made me tremble. I didn’t have a second to scream: there was always someone occupying my mouth.

In that position the first one finished deep in my throat, and shortly after my friend did from behind. As soon as one pulled away, another took his place. They only paused to go get more beer from the kitchen, and then came back as if nothing had happened, ready again.

By the time everyone had finished at least once, the first ones were already recovered and fucked me again without asking. That, I have to admit, was what I liked most: that they didn’t ask permission. I ended up soaked, a mix of sweat, of them, and of myself. When they finally got tired, they put their underwear back on and convinced me to keep the plug in, which by then went in with a ease that surprised even me.

We moved to the living room. I didn’t wipe away a single drop. I wanted to keep looking like that for them, and that’s how I felt: shameless, desired, completely theirs. We chatted, we laughed, they commented on every detail of my body with a brazenness that flattered me. And, still with beer in hand, they decided to fuck me once more on the rug. When they finished, they left me sprawled on the floor, got dressed, and left after saying goodbye with a kiss. I was left sore, exhausted, and absolutely euphoric. I fell asleep right there, on the couch.

***

What I didn’t expect was what came after. We started getting along for real, all six of us. A few weeks later we organized another get-together, and then another. Sometimes the five of them came; sometimes only two or three; sometimes one would ask me to meet him alone, just to fuck and nothing else.

Without thinking too much about it, I became the group friend. For one of their birthdays they invited me and I went. That’s where I met the girlfriends of the ones who had partners, and to my surprise we got along immediately. We started going out together: to eat, to have a drink, to celebrate birthdays. They have no idea, and we hope it stays that way.

But at least once a month we still have our private meeting. I am, officially, their shared secret. They told me exactly that: that they stopped spending money elsewhere because of me. I thought it was so funny and so flattering that, as a thank-you, one night I gave them a full striptease before we started.

I have more stories from these nights than would fit here. There’s the time they tied me up and used me for hours without untying me, leaving me entirely at their disposal. Or the stupid bets they made among themselves to see who could last longer without touching me.

One of them stops by my apartment almost every Saturday at dawn, after dropping his girlfriend off at her place. He comes in, fucks me without many words, and leaves. Just like that, simple. And I like it exactly like that.

I like my place in the group. I earned it, I chose it, and I enjoy it every time. Maybe someday I’ll tell the other stories. For now, this one is enough for you to understand why I have no intention of changing a thing.