Six Men and Me in a Single Night

Today I’m twenty-seven and my life is pretty orderly, but there was a time when desire handled me without asking permission. What I’m going to tell you happened a few years ago, when I still believed I was capable of anything if it meant feeling something. My name is Mariana, though that night it didn’t matter much what I called myself. That night I became a hole with a name.

It all started at a friend’s birthday party. I’d put on a black dress, tight and shorter than my mother would have tolerated, just short enough to show every curve. I’m thin, with a sweet face, small but perky tits, and a round ass that shows even when I don’t want it to. I know perfectly well what effect that combination has when I set my mind to it.

The music, the heat, the drinks. As the early hours dragged on, I loosened up and started kissing the guys I danced with. I wasn’t embarrassed. I liked the way they looked at me, that tension that built every time one of them shoved me against the hallway wall and I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach.

That night I ended up with three of them, one at a time, stealing moments in the bathroom while the party carried on outside. The first one I unzipped, pulled out his cock, and sucked him on my knees until he filled my mouth with warm cum that I swallowed while looking him in the eye. The second I let fuck me leaning against the sink, with my dress hiked up to my waist and my panties shoved aside, while I covered my mouth so they wouldn’t hear me moan. The third I gave a quick handjob and let him come over my tits before I went back to the party like nothing had happened. I went home in the early morning, exhausted, with my pussy burning and one idea stuck in my head that wouldn’t let me sleep.

What if I’d had them all at once?

That question haunted me all week. I imagined it while showering with two fingers buried in my cunt, while riding the bus with my thighs clenched, while trying to focus on anything else. What I felt wasn’t guilt. It was curiosity. Hot, impatient curiosity that soaked my panties at the most inconvenient moments.

The following Saturday I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrote to the three I’d been with and suggested we get together. One of them, Tomás, had the house to himself that weekend. He said he’d invite a couple more friends, “so it’s a proper get-together.” I knew exactly what that meant, and the idea of not knowing how many cocks I’d end up with inside me only turned me on more.

I put on the most provocative clothes I had — a short little dress, no bra, and a thin thong I knew wouldn’t last long — and went without thinking twice.

***

When I got there, Tomás and two other guys I knew from the party were already there. But there were three new faces too. Six in total. They introduced me with jokes and looks that didn’t hide anything, and they immediately offered me something to drink.

We chatted for a while, laughed, and little by little the conversation became loaded with double meanings. I let my knees brush whoever was beside me, let my hand linger longer than necessary on an arm, on a thigh, on the bulge already showing in their pants. The temperature in the living room rose all by itself.

One of the newcomers, a tall dark-haired guy they called Bruno, was the first to lose patience. He came closer, swept my hair away from my face, and kissed me without asking, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth while squeezing one of my tits over my dress. That was the signal everyone had been waiting for.

Suddenly hands were all over me. One at my waist, another sliding up my thigh until it found my soaked thong, another pulling a dress strap aside to free a tit so he could bite my nipple. I didn’t resist; on the contrary, I let myself sink back into the couch and enjoyed the feeling of being the absolute center of the room, with six pairs of eyes and six hard cocks devoted exclusively to me.

—Take everything off —I told them, with a voice rougher than I expected—. I want to see them.

They didn’t need to be told twice. Pants hit the floor one after another and I found myself surrounded by hard cocks, all different, all for me. I knelt on the floor in the center of the semicircle and started working on them one by one and two by two, without rushing. I took Tomás’s in my right hand and shoved it down my throat, while with my left I jerked off the one beside him. When I switched from one to the other, I felt the salty taste of pre-cum mix on my tongue.

I liked being in control even on my knees, deciding who got more of my time, hearing their breath catch when I sucked their balls or swallowed their cocks whole. I moved from one to the next, coating them with saliva, pulling them out of my mouth only to drag the head over my lips and look up at them with a whore’s face.

While I kept my mouth busy, Tomás moved in behind me and started stripping me completely. He pulled my thong down my legs, spread my ass cheeks with both hands, and buried his tongue in my pussy from behind, licking me from bottom to top, pausing on my clit until I shook. Every time he found the exact spot, I let out a muffled moan against the cock in my mouth, and that seemed to drive them all a little crazier.

—She’s dripping —someone said, amused, shoving two fingers into my cunt in one go—. Look how easy she goes in.

It was true. I was on the edge without anyone having fucked me yet, just from anticipation, from the smell of men, from having so many hands on me.

***

I couldn’t hold out much longer. I asked Tomás to stop teasing and just fuck me already. He crouched behind me, grabbed my hips, and rammed his cock all the way in with one thrust. He started slowly, measuring each movement, until the rhythm became steady and I gripped the couch edge so I wouldn’t lose my balance. The sound of his balls slapping my ass mixed with my moans and the laughter of the others waiting their turn with their cocks in hand.

The others didn’t wait patiently. They kept shifting into position, taking turns, and I kept my mouth occupied so I’d never be still. One stood in front of me and grabbed my hair to set the rhythm, fucking my mouth while Tomás fucked me from behind. When Tomás came inside me he let out a roar and went still, emptying himself, and I felt every throb of his cock against the walls of my pussy. As soon as he pulled out, another was already waiting to replace him, sliding in while the previous load ran down my thighs.

I’d lost track of who was where, and that was exactly what I’d come looking for. To be an open body, available, a hole for them to dump themselves into.

Bruno, the dark-haired one, was the one who intimidated me most. He was bigger and thicker than the others, so thick that when I saw it up close I hesitated for a second. When his turn came I felt a flash of fear, but he calmed me with a caress and entered slowly, pushing little by little, giving me time to get used to him centimeter by centimeter. I felt opened wider than ever before. Then he picked up speed until I stopped thinking, fucking me so deep he struck something inside that made me see white spots. It hurt a little and I liked it at the same time, that strange mix I’d never felt so intensely.

—Don’t stop —I begged, with a drooling mouth and eyes full of tears that weren’t from sadness—. Break me, go on.

And he broke me. He grabbed my wrists, crossed them behind my back, and used me like I was a toy, pounding into me with everything he had until I felt the orgasm rising from the soles of my feet and exploding between my legs. I screamed so hard I covered my own mouth, and in that instant another guy took the chance to shove his cock down my throat and make me swallow while I was still convulsing.

At some point I stopped holding back completely. I wanted more, I wanted to feel several of them at once. I climbed onto one who had sprawled on the rug, sank his cock into my cunt in one motion, and let another move in behind me. I felt a saliva-wet finger open my ass, then two, and then the tip of another cock forcing its way in. The sensation of being taken by two at once, one in my cunt and one in my ass, ripped a cry out of me that I didn’t recognize as my own.

I was between pain and pleasure, lost in a haze where only the hands, the mouths, the hard cocks and the heat of so many bodies on top of mine existed. They pumped me hard, laughed, whispered things in my ear — “what a slut you are,” “like that, open up,” “take it all” — and I answered with moans that got swallowed every time they filled my mouth again with another spit-slick cock. When the guy fucking my ass came inside and pulled out, I felt the warm cum running down between my cheeks, and another one hurried to fill the still-stretched hole.

***

Hours passed, or so it seemed to me. I had completely lost track of time. At one point I asked them for what I didn’t even believe I’d ask for: all three at once, one in each hole. They positioned me carefully: one underneath, lying down, cock buried in my pussy; Bruno behind me, pressing that huge cock against my already-used ass; and another standing in front of my face, his cock an inch from my lips. When Bruno pushed and rammed it all the way in, between the pressure and the burn I let out a whimper that was quickly silenced when they shoved the third down my throat.

At first I wanted to stop. It was too much. I felt pierced through from three sides, with not a single hole free, barely able to breathe. But something in me surrendered to the excess, and I started enjoying even the discomfort, the burn, the sensation of being so full nothing else could fit. The three of them moved in sync, in and out with rhythm, and with my hands I attended to the other two waiting at the side, jerking them off while they fucked me. Not a single centimeter of my body went untouched, unlicked, unfucked.

I felt like the owner of the night and, at the same time, completely given over, a piece of meat shared among six. That contradiction was the hottest thing of all. They took turns without a pause — when one finished inside me, another took his place, still warm — and I only wanted it to last, to never end that feeling of being desired, used, fucked by all of them at once.

When they couldn’t go on anymore, they asked me to kneel in the middle of the living room. I obeyed at once, still breathless, with hair stuck to my face with sweat, cum dripping between my legs, and an idiot grin I couldn’t hide. They surrounded me stroking themselves, and asked me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I did. I closed my eyes and let them finish on me one after another. The first shot landed on my cheek and slid into my mouth. The second straight onto my tongue. The third on my tits, the fourth in my hair, the fifth on my face again. Bruno was last and unloaded so much he filled my mouth until it overflowed. I took them all as if it were the most natural thing in the world, swallowing what I could and letting the rest drip down my chin and onto my chest.

After that I sat on the floor for a while, covered in cum, laughing to myself, hardly able to believe what had just happened. I wiped myself off with a towel someone handed me, dressed at my own pace — no panties, because I’d lost them somewhere along the way — and said goodbye to each of them with a kiss on the mouth, still tasting like milk. None of them said much. No need.

***

I went out into the street with my legs still shaky, my pussy and ass throbbing, and my whole body buzzing. I thought the night was over, but fate had another idea.

When I got to my building I ran into Damián, a neighbor who’d always looked at me a little too much. He was by the door, smoking, and greeted me with that crooked smile I’d ignored so many times. That morning, though, my body was still lit up, my cunt swollen, and I had no intention of stopping.

—Want to come up for a drink? —he asked, almost without hope.

—Sure —I told him, and saw his face light up.

As soon as we closed the door to his apartment he kissed me like he’d been imagining it for months. And that was probably exactly right. I pulled his pants down right there in the hallway, knelt, and took his cock in my mouth. It was hard before I even touched it. I sucked him slowly, looking up at him, enjoying the face he made after so many years of fantasizing about me. I did every single thing I guessed he’d been keeping in his head, without reservations, letting myself be carried by the desire I still had left.

He took me to his bed and stripped off what little I still had on. He spread my legs wide and stared at my already-used pussy, glossy, still marked by what had happened a little earlier. He said nothing. He bent down and licked me all over, without disgust, as if he liked finding me just like that. When he fucked me, he did it in one shot and I let out a moan of relief, because after everything before that I needed more, not less.

He put my legs over his shoulders and fucked me with an intensity I hadn’t expected from him, burying himself all the way to the balls, grabbing my tits, biting my neck. He flipped me over and fucked me doggy-style, gripping my hair and pulling my head back. Then he had me ride him and let me set the pace until he felt he was about to come. I let him finish inside, feeling him empty into me with a series of short, deep thrusts, and only then did I allow myself that final finish the whole night had been promising me, clenching his cock with my cunt as I came for the umpteenth time.

I stayed the night at his place, with my legs still open and his cum leaking slowly onto the sheet. The next morning I woke up, sucked him one more time as a parting gift until he came in my mouth, said goodbye with a milk-filled kiss, and went back to my apartment like nothing had happened. Damián and I still see each other every now and then, when life allows it. Each of us went our own way afterward, but we still look for each other from time to time.

I never heard much more from those six, and maybe it’s better that way. That night was exactly what I needed at that point in my life: a crack opened toward something I’d never dared imagine out loud. But that, like so many others, is a story for another day.