My Neighbors’ Party Ended with Me in Their Bed

It was a January afternoon, one of those when the neighborhood asphalt gives back the heat and nobody feels like doing anything except lying around in the shade. I was twenty-three then, and that summer I felt like I owned the world. I’d walked three blocks to Tincho’s house, a neighbor I’d been getting along with for months, without labels or promises, just enough to have a good time whenever the opportunity arose.

When I arrived, he wasn’t alone. Sitting on beer crates on the sidewalk were four or five guys I knew from always running into them on the same block. They were wearing shorts, shirtless, their skin gleaming with sweat, passing around a liter bottle that was already half empty.

—Look who showed up —one of them said, and the others looked up with that smile I already knew.

I sat with them for a while on the edge of the crate, holding a cold can someone handed me without my asking. We laughed about what had happened the night before, at another get-together like this one, and the conversation drifted between anecdotes and teasing. The heat loosened everyone’s tongues, and nobody cared much about anything. Every so often I noticed one of their eyes wandering down to my legs, and I pretended not to notice, even though I liked feeling them look. Everything showed beneath my short shorts, and I knew more than one of them was imagining me with nothing on, wondering how wet I might already be in that heat.

That was when Mono appeared, another guy from the group, walking quickly from the corner.

—Hey, Marian —he said, still out of breath—. Rubén sent me to get you. He says there’s a party at his place and you should go over.

—Oh, yeah? —I replied, amused—. And are you coming, or are you staying here?

—No, no, I’ll take you —he laughed.

I got up to leave. Tincho stood up with me and, before I could take two steps, leaned close to my ear.

—They’re going to gangbang you, you know —he whispered, half warning, half challenge—. They’re all going to fuck you, you already know that.

It’s okay, I thought. I like it. I like being fucked.

—It’s okay —I said aloud, winking at him—. See you, guys.

***

I walked four blocks with Mono beneath the afternoon sun. Half a block away, I could already hear music pouring out of Rubén’s house: cumbia at full volume, mixed with soccer chants and laughter. The front door stood wide open.

The homeowner himself greeted me. Rubén was a man in his early forties, recently separated, and I’d had a thing with him too over the past few weeks. I kissed him on the mouth, briefly but with intent, slipping my tongue in just enough to remind him what I tasted like. He grabbed me by the waist and pressed me against the door, and I felt the hard bulge digging into my hip before he ushered me inside.

The scene inside was obvious. There must have been ten men scattered around the living room, some guys my age, others quite a bit older, all neighbors from the same block. And not a single woman. Just them and me.

Darío, Rubén’s brother, came over with a glass and put it in my hand.

—Here, cool off —he said.

I took a long drink. As soon as I lowered the glass, someone started singing, and everyone immediately joined in:

—Take it all off! Take it all off, right down to your panties!

I laughed. One of them took my hand, spun me around as if we were dancing, and gestured for me to climb onto the coffee table in the center. The cumbia stopped and something else began, slower, more charged. Blood pounded in my ears, and also lower down, between my legs, where I was already beginning to get myself wet just thinking about what was coming.

I climbed up. And started to dance.

***

I don’t know where it came from, but I danced for them as if I’d rehearsed it all my life. I moved slowly, letting the fabric cling to my body, swaying my hips to the slow rhythm playing, and they answered with applause and shouts that turned me on even more. I felt their eyes moving over me from head to toe, desired by all of them at once, and I liked it more than I could admit. Every time I turned around on the table, the entire living room fell silent for a second, holding its breath, before erupting again. I could see more than one of them adjusting the bulge over his shorts without even trying to hide it.

I started with my sneakers. As soon as I tossed them onto the floor, two of them grabbed them and began kicking them around the living room as if they were playing a pickup game, until Rubén scolded them and they left them to one side. I kept going, taking my time.

Next came my top, a tiny one I wore without a bra. I lifted it little by little, playing with the anticipation, while the guys urged me to finish already. When I finally let it fall and my breasts sprang free, they went wild. My nipples had hardened simply from knowing they were being watched by twelve pairs of hot eyes. I grabbed them myself, squeezing and pinching them as I kept moving my hips, and the shouts became even cruder. I lowered my leggings slowly, with my back to them, and when I revealed my ass it was like striking a match in gasoline. They shouted, applauded, shoved each other to get a better look. I bent over slightly, spread my legs, and showed them everything: my ass, my thong wedged between my cheeks, the outline of my pussy showing beneath the scrap of fabric.

I stood on the table wearing nothing but a leopard-print micro-thong, already soaked through. And that was when Rubén interrupted the mood. He held out his hand, helped me down, and, under the astonished gaze of the others, led me toward his bedroom.

—Where are you taking her? —someone protested.

—Wait your turn —he replied without turning around.

***

He closed the door. On the other side, the music grew a little quieter. Rubén came up to me until we were face-to-face, breathing heavily.

—You’re such a crazy girl —he said, grabbing me by the waist—. You drive me crazy, slut.

He pressed me against himself and kissed me hungrily, biting my lip and thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. We both moaned almost at the same time. He guided my hand downward so I could feel how hard his cock was beneath his Bermuda shorts, and I squeezed it through the fabric, long and thick, throbbing. He slipped his hand between my legs, pushed my thong aside, and ran two fingers along my slit.

—Damn, look at you, look how you’re dripping —he whispered, sliding his fingers in to the knuckles.

I sucked them when he pulled them out, looking him in the eyes. He ran his hand all the way down my back, hooked my thong, and pulled it down; he lifted it to his face for a second, smelled it, took it off me completely, and tossed it aside.

He stripped quickly: tank top, Bermuda shorts, flip-flops, everything landing on the floor. His cock sprang hard when he pulled down his boxers, thick, the tip already wet. I was already naked and eager, impatient. He grabbed my hair firmly and told me to kneel. I did. I took him in both hands, ran my tongue over his glans, put the whole thing in my mouth, and started sucking him deeply, gagging a little whenever he reached my throat. He drove it in and out of my mouth, holding the back of my head and setting the pace. I sucked his balls too, licking them one by one while jerking him off with my hand, and he trembled, swearing softly at me.

—You suck cock so well, goddamn. You’re such a good cocksucker, Marian.

—Wait, wait, I don’t want to come like this —he said through clenched teeth, yanking his cock from my mouth by my hair.

He threw me facedown on the bed, lifted my ass with one slap, and plunged into me in a single thrust, all the way to the balls. I screamed into the pillow. He started hard from the very beginning, gripping my hips and fucking me as if he hated me, his pelvis slamming into my ass with every thrust. I heard my soaked pussy swallowing his cock, smack smack smack, while he grunted above me and insulted me.

—Slut, slut, my slut, look at how I fuck you. You like it this way, don’t you? Like this, nice and hard.

—Yes, like that, come on, fuck me, harder —I answered, pushing my ass backward to take him deeper.

He grabbed my hair, arched my back, and fucked me like that for a long while, on all fours, until I felt him slow down, pull out, and jerk off over me. He came in thick spurts across my back and ass, hot, and then pressed himself between my cheeks again to squeeze the last drops onto my skin.

We were both panting. He laughed, slapped my ass hard enough to leave the imprint of his hand, and left the room to wash himself, leaving me sprawled on the bed, breathless, semen running down my back.

***

Not even a minute passed before the door opened again. It was Darío, his brother.

—I want some too, Marian —he said, closing the door behind him.

He was already pulling down his shorts as he crossed the room. His cock was hard, thinner than his brother’s but longer, curving upward.

I didn’t make him ask twice. He lifted me off the bed, eagerly sucked my breasts, bit my nipples one after the other, and then turned me around against the wall, grabbing my hair just like the other one had. He spread my legs with his knee and ran his cock along my slit, wetting it with what was still dripping from me.

—The ass —he whispered in my ear—. Come on, I want to fuck your ass.

—Go on —I answered—. Tear it open.

He spat into his hand, thoroughly coated my asshole, wet the tip, and pressed it there. He entered slowly at first, and I clenched my teeth because it burned, then pushed more firmly until he was all the way in. He pounded me, talking to me the whole time, his hands squeezing my breasts from behind.

—Beautiful, look how you got me hot, slut. What an ass you have, goddamn, so tight.

—Come on, more, fuck my ass, harder —I moaned, my face against the wall, one hand reaching down to touch my pussy myself.

I fingered myself, rubbing my clitoris with two fingertips, while he drove into my ass, and I felt an orgasm building, the kind that bursts out of you. I came, squeezing his cock with my ass, my whole body trembling, screaming softly against the wall. He held out a little longer, delivering short, savage thrusts, until he pulled out and came between my cheeks too, mixing his cum with his brother’s.

Then, amid our moans, I started hearing something else: giggles and murmurs coming from the window. The others were watching from outside, pressed against the glass, some of them openly jerking off. I didn’t care. On the contrary, I spread myself wider so they could see exactly how he was fucking me. Darío finished and adjusted his shorts with a smile.

—Thanks, huh —he said, and left.

***

I thought about going to the bathroom, but as soon as I stepped out, Fede, the youngest of the three brothers, stopped me.

—Hey, Marian, you’re not going to leave me out, are you? —he said, almost pleading, the bulge already unmistakable in his shorts.

I laughed.

—Come on, get in here.

He led me toward a corner, away from the window, because the guys outside were still watching. He stripped completely, and when his cock came out I let out a little “wow”: it was enormous, thick as a wrist, with prominent veins. He sat on the edge of the bed and pointed it at me.

—Suck it first.

I knelt and sucked him eagerly, opening my mouth wide because he barely fit. I licked his entire shaft, sucked his balls, took him as far as I could, slobbering all over him, until he lifted me and threw me onto the bed.

He spread my legs and buried his face there. He licked my entire pussy, worked his tongue over my clitoris, slipped two fingers inside me while nibbling at it, and I writhed, gripping his head and pushing it against my mouth. He bit my neck, licked my collarbone, kneaded my breasts, and only then penetrated me. He started gently, almost testing me, feeling out how much of him I could take, and little by little increased the pace until he made me scream. He was the biggest of them all and held nothing back: he drove into me to the hilt, and every thrust drew a higher moan from me.

—Oh, Fede, fuck, you’re splitting me open, you’re splitting me in two —I said, unable to stop moaning.

—Hold on, slut, hold on. I’m only getting started.

He changed positions twice: first on our sides, lifting one of my legs, then with me on top of him, riding his huge cock while he sucked my breasts and squeezed my ass with both hands. He made me come like that, shaking over him, my pussy clenching around his cock while my breasts bounced across his face. When he felt himself about to come, he pulled me off with one tug, laid me down, and came outside, across my belly, thick spurts reaching my breasts and chin.

He took a deep breath as he dressed.

—Thanks —he said, just like his brother, and left.

***

When I thought it was over, I realized it was only beginning. That had been just the start, because there were more to come. Many more.

They came in one at a time, and sometimes two at a time, ordering me around as if they were reading from a menu: this one wanted my mouth, that one my ass, the next one my pussy. Some came in quietly, almost shyly, pulled down their shorts to show me their already-hard cocks, and politely asked me to suck them first; others, emboldened by what they’d seen through the window, didn’t bother with preliminaries: they turned me around, spread my legs, and plunged into me without asking. I sucked one while another fucked me from behind, kneeling on the bed with a cock at each end, gagging on the one in front whenever the man behind thrust into me. Another came in my mouth and made me swallow everything, holding my chin so I couldn’t spit it out. I rode another while a third watched from the foot of the bed, jerking off hard, until he came closer and spilled across my breasts.

I lost myself in the repetition, in the names I could no longer distinguish, in the hands that turned me over again and again on the unmade bed, in the different cocks filling my mouth, my pussy, my ass. They came all over me, inside me, on my face, in my hair. I lost count of how many times I came myself, of the swollen clitoris left behind after they had touched, sucked, and squeezed it so much. I ended up sweaty and marked, my body trembling, dried cum on my skin, my head spinning.

When I was finally able to leave that room, I counted them in my head. There had been twelve. Twelve neighbors from the same block, twelve different cocks, twelve men who that afternoon had fulfilled the same fantasy together, with me at the center of it.

I stepped into Rubén’s bathroom shower to wash away the sweat, semen, and exhaustion. As the water ran down my back and between my legs, carrying away what they had left inside me, I heard tapping at the door.

—It was good, huh? —It was Fede, on the other side.

—It was good —I answered, still not quite believing what had just happened. There had never been so many. I had never been fucked so much all at once.

***

I entered that house while the sun was still out and left at dawn, freshly showered, my legs weak, my pussy swollen, and my ass throbbing. Fede offered to walk me home: he lived two doors down from me, so we made the four-block walk back chatting about anything and everything, as if none of the other stuff had happened.

Once home, in my bed, I rested my head on the pillow and lay there for a while staring at the ceiling. One part of me still couldn’t quite process it; the other was smiling by itself in the darkness, my hand between my legs, touching myself slowly, still hot.

Twelve. My record.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep at once, with that strange calm the body feels when there’s nothing left for it to ask for.