My First Threesome After the Party

I like getting dressed when I know exactly what effect I’m going to have. That night, before going out, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and knew I was going to get myself into trouble. I was wearing a black dress, genuinely short, with a flared skirt and a straight neckline—the kind that makes you walk carefully if you don’t want to show too much. Or if you do.

I was supposed to meet a guy I’d been flirting with over messages for a few days. I didn’t want him to know where I lived, so I ordered a car through an app and told him I’d meet him outside the house where the gathering was being held. My mother saw me leave, looked me up and down, and gave me one of those smiles that says more than a thousand words.

“You’re going out dressed like that?” she said.

“Yes. Why?”

“Go before your father sees you.”

I laughed, grabbed my purse, and left with a hot excitement throbbing in my belly. Under the dress I wore tiny black shorts, because the skirt was so short that any careless movement could leave half my ass exposed. In the mirror, that was precisely what I’d liked about it: if I leaned forward even a little, the edge of the fabric was already hinting at too much.

When I arrived, he was already outside waiting for me. As I got out of the car, he took my hand, and I used the movement as an excuse to open my legs a little, as if it were clumsiness. I saw perfectly the way his gaze sank between my thighs before he kissed my cheek. That look immediately put me in a good mood.

The house was large and old, with a spacious yard and music playing outside. There were several people there, but the three who matter in this story were: the one who had invited me, whom I’ll call Bruno; the owner of the house, whom I’ll call Darío; and me. The others were couples and friends who were there at first, drinking, eating, and watching me move with the ease of someone who knows exactly what effect she has.

Darío greeted me by taking my hand and spinning me around. I completed the turn a little faster than necessary, and my skirt lifted enough to reveal the edge of my shorts. I heard a couple of laughs, felt several gazes fixed on my legs, and one of the girlfriends there glared daggers at me. That only made me want to keep going.

The night gradually heated up with sips of beer and music. At first I pretended to be a little innocent, sitting with my legs crossed and taking just enough care of my dress. But the more I drank, the more relaxed I became. I liked the way Bruno and Darío looked at me when I talked, when I laughed, when I changed positions and the skirt threatened to ride up a little farther.

Then they put on reggaeton. That was when my prudence went straight to hell.

Bruno asked me to dance first. We started with some distance between us, but that didn’t last long. I pressed myself against him and felt his erection outlined against my ass through his pants. The sensation went through me completely. I started moving my hips up and down, rubbing against him shamelessly, and every time I bent over I felt him getting harder. He grabbed my waist, then my hips, and when I really bent forward, with my legs spread and my skirt hiked up, he gave me a sharp smack on the ass that drew a moan from me.

Darío didn’t take long to join in. Literally.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, moving Bruno aside with a laugh.

He got behind me and copied the game. Another hand on my waist, another erection rubbing against my ass, another round of slow, dirty movements. By then I was genuinely turned on. Not playing. Not pretending. Hot enough to feel the wetness growing between my legs. I barely cared about the skirt anymore; if it rode up, it rode up. If they saw me, even better.

We kept it up for several songs, taking turns almost without discussing it, as if they both knew I was enjoying being the center of that tension. Little by little, people started leaving. One couple left awkwardly. Then another. In the end, there were just the three of us and one more couple in the yard, until they left too.

When we finally sat down to rest, my legs were already weak and my pussy was throbbing. I told Bruno I wanted to go to the bathroom. He got up immediately, took my hand, and led me inside.

We passed the staircase, and he opened the downstairs bathroom door. He looked inside for a second, then shook his head.

“The one upstairs is better.”

I didn’t ask why. I went up first, feeling his gaze fixed on the backs of my thighs, the edge of my skirt, my ass. I knew because he didn’t even try to hide it.

“You cover yourself up as if I hadn’t seen everything while you were dancing,” he said when I put a hand behind me to hold my dress down.

“You haven’t seen everything,” I replied with a smile.

That was enough. When we reached the landing, he grabbed my waist, pulled me against him, and kissed me hungrily. No timid little kiss. Tongue, pressure, hands squeezing my ass beneath my skirt as if he’d wanted to do it all night. I returned it with the same urgency, arching against his body so I could feel the hardness of his cock properly through his pants.

Without stopping the kiss, he backed me into a bedroom. He closed the door with his foot. There was a large bed, dim lighting, and the music from the yard drifting up faintly from below. The atmosphere was so charged that I didn’t even feel nervous. I only felt desire.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood between his legs. He looked me up and down as if he wanted to eat me whole. I turned around and began dancing for him slowly, moving my hips, leaning forward enough for him to see my ass, but not so far that I gave him everything at once. His hands traveled up my thighs and settled, squeezing my buttocks.

“Leave it like that,” he murmured when he saw how my shorts had ridden up between my ass cheeks. “You’ve got an insane ass.”

Hearing him talk like that turned me on even more. I turned around and straddled him, facing him, with my dress gathered up to my waist. I felt his hard bulge between my legs and began rubbing myself against him slowly, letting the fabric of his pants brush me exactly where I was hottest. I let out a short, involuntary moan. He smiled, grabbed my neck with one hand, and kissed me while squeezing one of my cheeks hard with the other.

Then I climbed off his lap and knelt between his legs. I unbuttoned his pants slowly, enjoying the way he breathed more deeply with every movement. When I lowered the zipper, his erection pushed against the briefs from inside. I looked at it for a second, then pulled the fabric aside and took out his cock.

It was hard, thick, and hot. I took it in my hand and kissed the tip, just to hear him gasp. Then I kissed the shaft. After that I stuck out my tongue and ran it from the base to the head, slowly, tasting him, the heat of his skin, the tension running through his body.

“Don’t tease so much,” he said tensely.

“Yes, I am going to tease,” I answered before taking him into my mouth.

I started sucking him slowly, closing my lips tightly around the tip, taking him down as far as I felt like and coming back up with suction. The second stroke was deeper. By the third, I was swallowing him almost halfway while my hand worked the base. He stroked my hair, then grabbed me more firmly, as if he wanted to set the pace but was still holding himself back.

I got on all fours on the bed to position myself better and keep sucking him. Like that, with my ass raised and my skirt pulled up to my back, I knew I was offering myself in a brutally exposed way. And I liked it. I loved feeling that exposed while my mouth filled with his cock and saliva began running down my chin.

I felt hands on my buttocks and thought they were Bruno’s. I tightened my lips and kept sucking eagerly, letting the tip strike my palate. But then I felt another kind of caress: broader, more curious, as if someone were admiring my ass before touching it. I turned my head slightly without taking the cock from my mouth.

It was Darío.

He was standing behind me beside the bed, looking at me with a crooked smile while he kneaded my buttocks.

“Fuck,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this ass all night.”

Bruno lifted his head and laughed when he saw him.

“Are you going to stand there watching, or are you going to do something?”

That was the exact moment I understood that the night had just changed. Until then, I’d gone upstairs thinking I would suck one of them and that would be it. I’d leave trembling, yes, but because of one man. Instead, I found myself with two of them, on all fours between them, with a bestial heat climbing through my entire body. Far from frightening me, the kink exploded inside me.

Darío gave me a firm smack. The blow made me moan around the cock in my mouth.

“Look at how wet she is,” he said, sliding his fingers between my legs.

I was already soaked. There was no way to hide it. His fingers traveled over my swollen lips, got covered in my wetness, and then pulled my pussy slightly open so he could see me better. Having one man in my mouth and another touching me from behind made me tremble.

“Raise your knees a little,” he ordered.

I obeyed. He pulled my shorts down over my thighs, then my legs, until he had removed them completely. I felt the air on my naked ass, the total exposure, and it only made me hotter. Bruno was still hard in my mouth, and I kept sucking while Darío caressed me unhurriedly, spreading my cheeks, slipping a finger between them, then moving down to my wet entrance.

He barely brushed me with the tip of one finger, and I almost collapsed. I was too sensitive. Too aroused.

“She’s dripping,” he murmured.

He inserted one finger. Then two. Slowly at first, feeling the way my body received him. I arched farther, pushing myself against his hand while I didn’t let go of Bruno’s cock. He began moving my mouth with one hand at the nape of my neck, gently but insistently, and the double stimulation drove me crazy. My pussy swallowing fingers. My mouth swallowing cock. My saliva mixing with my moans. Everything at once.

Darío withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. I felt it part my lips, slide through my wetness, and stop right at the entrance.

Now we’re talking, I thought.

He pushed into me slowly, head first, then a little farther, letting me feel him going in. I moaned so loudly that Bruno’s cock cut off the sound in my throat. Darío pushed again, and this time he drove all the way in with one long thrust that made me clutch the sheets.

There’s no elegant way to put it: he was fucking me while I sucked another cock, and it felt incredible.

He began taking me with a firm rhythm, gripping my hips. Every thrust pushed me forward and made me swallow more of Bruno. I tried to keep pace, but in the end my body reacted on its own: I began moving my head on one cock and my hips on the other, trapped in that filthy circuit of pleasure that was completely undoing me.

Bruno began panting above me. He gripped my hair more tightly and started fucking my mouth in the same rhythm Darío was fucking my pussy. Back and forth. Mouth and pussy. Two cocks using me at once, each pulling a different sound from me. I felt the bed creaking, my thighs trembling, saliva running down me, my wetness dripping down my legs.

“That’s it, slut, just like that,” Darío said as he smacked my ass again. “Keep sucking him while I fuck you all the way.”

That filthy tone melted me. I clenched my pussy around his cock, and he growled. Then he started fucking me harder, without pauses, driving all the way in and pulling out just enough to slam back into me. I was already lost, responding as best I could, swallowing Bruno, gagging a little, drooling more, feeling the arousal building below with an almost painful force.

I came like that, on all fours, with one cock in my mouth and another inside me. It wasn’t a pretty or delicate orgasm. It was a brutal tremor. My pussy throbbed violently around Darío, and my legs went so weak that I nearly collapsed. I released a muffled, wet, drawn-out moan as the orgasm emptied me in waves. He felt it immediately.

“You’re squeezing the hell out of me,” he said, speeding up even more.

I was still coming in spasms, soaking everything. Every contraction made me squeeze his cock, and every thrust prolonged the release. Bruno moaned above me too, feeling my mouth become more desperate, more disordered, wetter. It was too much pleasure at once. Too much kink. It took me out of myself.

When the first orgasm eased, I pulled Bruno’s cock from my mouth for a second to breathe. Saliva hung from my chin. I turned slightly and saw Darío’s cock slide out of my pussy, shining and soaked with me. The sight made me hungry. Literally.

I grabbed it and brought it to my mouth without thinking.

I sucked the tip, then half the shaft, savoring my own wetness mixed with him. Darío let out an incredulous laugh and stroked my head. At the same time, Bruno moved behind me, spread my ass cheeks with one hand, and began rubbing my anus with his fingers.

I looked up.

“Yes?” he asked.

I was so turned on that I could only nod.

He spat between my cheeks, rubbed me with his fingers, and slowly began opening me. He didn’t push his cock in all at once. He worked me first with one finger, then two, while I kept sucking Darío and my pussy still throbbed, empty and sensitive, begging for more. When I felt Bruno’s head pressing against my ass, I tensed on instinct.

“Relax,” he told me. “You’re going to love it.”

He pushed slowly. The first entry drew a deep groan from me. Burning, pressure, a complete invasion that forced me to close my eyes. I kept sucking so I wouldn’t think too much, breathing through my nose and letting him open me slowly. When he was finally inside to the hilt, I stayed still for a moment, feeling him there, thick and hard, filling me in an entirely different way.

Then he began to move.

It took a few seconds for the pleasure to overcome the tension, but when it did, it was madness. Bruno fucked my ass with controlled thrusts at first, and I sucked Darío’s cock eagerly, newly aroused by the mixture of sensations. When Darío saw us like that, he positioned himself in front of me and offered me his cock again. I took it immediately, hungry, and began alternating tongue and suction while Bruno fucked me from behind.

I felt every pull in my ass rise into my belly, mingle with the pulse of my still-swollen pussy, and descend again in waves. Darío grabbed my chin, forced me to look at him, and said:

“Swallow it properly. I want to come in that mouth.”

I obeyed gladly. I took all of him as deeply as I could, let him hit my throat, and kept sucking with one hand at the base. Behind me, Bruno had abandoned all delicacy. He grabbed my hips hard and began thrusting more sharply and deeply, making me bounce on the bed. Each one tore a moan from me and made my mouth move more messily over Darío, dirtier, more desperate.

I came again. This time not from my pussy, but from that impossible mixture of delicious pain, kink, and willing submission. The orgasm folded me inward. I felt my ass clench and open around Bruno while I trembled all over. I had to pull Darío’s cock from my mouth for a second to gasp, but he put it back in immediately, and I received it happily, drooling, swallowing air and cock at the same time.

Darío was the first to warn me.

“I’m going to come.”

I gestured for him to continue. I wanted all of his cum in my mouth. I sucked him faster, with strong suction, my tongue on the tip, my hand squeezing the shaft. His breathing became erratic. He grabbed my hair and buried his cock in my mouth one last time. Then he came.

I felt the hot semen fill my mouth in thick pulses. I didn’t pull away. On the contrary, I kept sucking to draw out every last drop while he moaned and whispered filthy things in my ear, aroused by watching me swallow. Some ran from the corner of my lips, and I collected it with my fingers and brought it back to my tongue.

Bruno was still inside my ass, getting closer and closer to coming too. Darío moved aside slightly, still panting, and I got back on all fours, giving the other man complete access. Bruno gave me a few more deep, tense thrusts, then released a hoarse growl just before emptying himself inside me.

The anal ejaculation was another brutal sensation: the spasms of his cock pulsing inside my ass, the heat spreading, his hand digging into my hip to keep me still while he filled me. I closed my eyes and let my forehead fall onto the bed, exhausted and happy, feeling some of the semen slowly leak out when he finally pulled free.

We spent a few minutes breathing, without saying much. I was lying facedown, my skirt bunched at my waist, my ass still open and wet, my entire body trembling from the aftereffects of pleasure. Darío stroked my back. Bruno gently patted my buttock as if he still couldn’t resist touching me.

“Look at you,” Darío said with a smile. “You got well served.”

“Very well served,” I replied, my voice still hoarse.

We all laughed. Then I slowly sat up. My legs were weak, and a thick sensation between my thighs reminded me every second of what had just happened. I searched for my shorts on the floor, but they were nowhere to be found. I checked beside the bed, at the foot of the mattress, among the clothes scattered around. Nothing.

“Forget it,” I said at last. “Call my car before I fall asleep here.”

While I waited, there was still time for a few more kisses and for me to slowly clean both cocks with my tongue, because I love doing that when everything is over and they still taste of sex, sweat, and what just happened. Neither of them complained.

***

When they announced that the car was outside, I adjusted my dress as best I could. I was still wearing no underwear and walked feeling the cool night air directly between my legs. The two of them accompanied me to the door. I said goodbye with a kiss for each of them and climbed into the front seat, still half dazed by everything.

During the ride, I noticed that the driver was quiet and serious, staring straight ahead more rigidly than usual. My body was still burning, and my head was full of images from a few minutes earlier. Every bump reminded me how sensitive my ass was. Every brush against the seat made me aware that I had nothing beneath my dress.

I asked him to drop me near a plaza, a few blocks from my house, as I usually did. When he stopped, I got out carefully and leaned toward the window to ask whether the ride had already been paid for. He said yes without looking directly at me.

I walked a few yards, and then I understood everything.

The cool air hit me between the legs with unmistakable clarity. I slipped my hand beneath my skirt and confirmed that I was wearing absolutely nothing. No shorts, no thong, nothing. They had been left who knows where in Darío’s bedroom. And in my state of arousal and exhaustion, I had gotten into the car like that, settled into the seat like that, and leaned toward the window like that.

I laughed. I wasn’t embarrassed—just amused.

Well, I thought, he got his tip.

I went into my house quietly, shut myself in my room, and collapsed onto the bed with a huge smile. My body was exhausted, my mouth still tasted of semen, and my ass was sensitive, reminding me every second that this had been my first threesome. Unplanned. Not perfect. Much better than perfect.

And yes, the next day I woke up sore. But I also had an incredible urge to do it all over again.