The Carnival Night That Ended with Four at Once

My name is Renata, and I knew, before I even stepped into the place, that that night was not going to be just another one. It was the Carnival party they held every year at the trendy club downtown, and my three best friends and I had a plan we’d been preparing for weeks. We had decided to dress up as a vampire family, reusing some pieces we’d saved over from Halloween.

At just over thirty, I had become the matriarch of the clan: a pale, elegant, macabre countess. My hair, black and straight as jet thanks to the flat iron, fell in a cascade over my shoulders, framed by a long, tight dress with a neckline that plunged lower than was prudent. A padded bra enhanced my medium-sized chest, and several layers of white makeup finished giving the character that alluring dead-girl air.

My friends, on the other hand, had all coincided by dressing as teenage daughters of the same clan. How typical. They surrounded me, laughing and joking as if I were really their mother while we crossed the street toward the entrance.

—Come on, Mommy, we’re going to make a splash! —Daniela, the cheekiest of the group, yelled, hanging on my arm.

—Yeah, Mom, you’re going to be the envy of everyone —Carmen added with a laugh.

I couldn’t help smiling. The idea of them calling me “mami” amused me, and I let myself slip a little into the role they’d assigned me.

The club was a boiling mass of people, with the music at full blast and lights flashing over the dance floor. We pushed our way through the crowd, drawing curious, admiring looks. My countess costume, with its dark elegance and that deep neckline, seemed to have attracted more attention than I expected.

—Look, Mommy, those guys can’t take their eyes off you —Patricia said, discreetly pointing toward a group leaning at the bar.

I turned slowly to take a look. There were four of them, all in different, pretty elaborate costumes, but their eyes were fixed on us. Especially on me. I felt a tingle in my stomach, and for a moment I had a thought unworthy of a married woman: there’s one for each of us.

—Girls, let’s dance! —I suggested, putting on an authoritative tone, eager to squeeze the night dry.

We went into the center of the floor, moving to the beat. My friends and I let ourselves go, spinning and laughing, enjoying that freedom that only anonymity behind a mask can give you. The people around us joined the dancing, and soon we were packed tight among the crowd.

At some point I noticed a presence very close by. One of the guys from the bar had come over and was moving beside me with effortless ease. He was dressed as a prep-school student, with his tie deliberately crooked, which gave him a mischievous air. His smile made me blush under the makeup.

—Dance with me, Countess? —he whispered into my ear, and his warm breath made my skin prickle.

I accepted without saying anything. Our bodies began moving in unison, and the electricity between us was impossible to ignore. The night had just veered off in an unexpected direction, and I, countess for a few hours, was willing to follow it.

The guy introduced himself as Bruno. He wasn’t very tall, but he was handsome, with that naughty amusement peeking out of his eyes. His friends were also dressed as very specific characters: one as a sailor, another as a gladiator, and the last as a video game character who looked incredibly familiar to me but I couldn’t quite place.

As we danced, I felt my friends’ eyes on us.

—Go for it, Mommy! —Daniela encouraged me, laughing.

The other three came closer to the dance floor, but my friends, true to their role as serious daughters, stayed on the sidelines watching and covering their mouths to laugh.

Bruno was an excellent dancer, and every time he pressed against me a current ran through me. His hand on my waist guided me gently, and his body moved with a grace I hadn’t expected.

—I didn’t know the vampire countess danced so well —he said in my ear.

I smiled, letting the music and the atmosphere wrap me in a bubble.

—My husband and I dance tangos —I replied, trying to make my voice sound mysterious—. But tonight I’ve loosened up more. It’s special.

—I hope the Count doesn’t mind this innocent little dance.

I shook my head with a smile.

The songs came one after another and, with each one, Bruno became bolder. His hand slid down my back, following the curve of my spine, and his body pressed against mine with every turn. What he whispered stopped being innocent a long time ago.

—The way you move drives me crazy, Mommy. You’re a temptation —he murmured against my neck.

My heart was pounding and my excitement kept growing inside me. The party around us blurred; there was only Bruno and me, joined by the music and by that attraction neither of us was trying to hide.

Suddenly my friends came over, interrupting the moment.

—We’re changing venues, Renata! Coming? —Carmen shouted.

I pulled away from Bruno, feeling a stab of annoyance.

—You girls go on ahead —I told them—. I’ll finish my drink and catch up. Text me the location.

Patricia looked at me with concern.

—Renata, don’t do anything stupid. You’re married —she warned in a low voice.

I winked at her, thinking for a second of Gonzalo, my husband.

—Relax, I’m a grown woman now —I replied with an enigmatic smile—. Besides, the Count lets me have fun.

My friends disappeared into the crowd and I turned back to Bruno, ready to continue what we’d started on the dance floor.

—You staying? —he asked hopefully.

—A little longer. Until I finish my drink.

—Then I’ll order you another one —he said, smiling, trying to prolong my presence.

The music shifted to a slower rhythm and Bruno took advantage of it to bring his face closer to mine. He accidentally smudged my white makeup on his cheek. His eyes shone with an intensity that took my breath away, and before I could react, his lips were on mine. At first I turned my head away, startled, but temptation weighed too much and I ended up responding with an urgency that frightened me about myself.

While we kissed, I noticed other hands roaming over my body. Bruno’s friends had joined in without any hesitation, caressing my ass and breasts over my dress. My friends’ absence must have emboldened them. I pulled back, breathing hard, and saw how they surrounded me thanks to how packed the place was.

—Don’t start something you can’t finish —I told them with a challenging smile.

Bruno took my hand, desire heavy in his gaze.

—We can continue at my place. It’s right nearby —he offered, his voice hoarse.

I didn’t say anything, but I’d already decided. I’d follow them and let the night take me wherever it wanted. I walked a few steps behind, in case I ran into anyone I knew, feeling the adrenaline rushing through my veins. Along the way I sent my friends a message apologizing, telling them I’d felt sick from the last drink and was going home. I felt bad about lying to them, but I didn’t want to worry them either.

Dressed as a countess, I followed the student, the sailor, the gladiator, and the video game character I still couldn’t name.

***

Bruno’s apartment was simple but cozy, with dim lights and soft music in the background. They offered me another drink and I accepted, feeling the heat of the alcohol slide back down my throat. The music shifted to a more sensual rhythm and, without anyone asking me to, I started dancing, moving with a sensuality that surprised even me.

The guys surrounded me, laughing and cheering.

—Countess, you really know how to move! —shouted the one in the gladiator outfit.

The dress clung to my body and accentuated my curves. In a burst of boldness, I raised my arms and let the fabric slide off my shoulders, revealing my chest still held by the padded bra. The four of them fell silent, their eyes blazing. I pulled the fabric back into place right away, but the damage was done.

—Mommy, what was that we just saw? —Bruno said, coming closer and closer.

—What? Nothing! —I answered, putting on an innocent face without stopping dancing.

The two of us moved to the rhythm. At one point I turned my back to him and started grinding my hips against him while smiling at him. He watched me in silence, as if in a trance. I decided to snap him out of his daze.

—And what’s your friend dressed as? —I asked, pointing at the one in the video-game costume.

—A plumber, from a classic video game —he answered.

—Oh, right! I couldn’t remember the name.

The man in question came closer in his blue overalls, cap, and fake mustache, smiling. I turned and leaned back against him. Not only did he not get intimidated, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me hard against his body. That fake plumber was either hiding a serious tool in his pocket or he was very aroused, I thought with amusement. Bruno, without a shred of embarrassment, caressed my shoulders and started pulling my dress down from the top, while the plumber crouched to finish taking it off over my legs, leaving me in my underwear.

—Jesus —the one with the mustache whispered, staring at my chest with desire.

I licked my lips and he responded by gripping the back of my neck to plant a deep, tongue-filled kiss on me.

—This woman is incredible —I heard someone from the group say.

I didn’t have much time to answer him, because Bruno turned me toward him to kiss me. Then I felt a hand kneading one of my ass cheeks, savoring it, squeezing it between his fingers. I thought it was the plumber, but when I was able to look, it turned out to be the sailor, who had joined the party. The gladiator wanted his share too and stretched out his arm to reach me. When I managed to break the kiss, I moved closer to him, and immediately his huge hands were on my breasts, squeezing them and pushing them together in an impossible neckline. That costume suited him perfectly: the guy underneath spent a lot of time in the gym.

The four of them lunged at me, their hands urgently exploring my body. I felt overwhelmed by the intensity, but part of me was enjoying the attention. The night had taken a wild turn and I, in my countess role, was ready to test the limits.

Someone unhooked my bra from behind and my breasts were left bare. I straightened my back and at once two huge hands covered them completely.

—Mommy, you’re incredible! —the sailor exclaimed.

—You won’t regret coming over —the gladiator added.

—I hope not, because my friends will be pissed. Let’s see if you can measure up —I answered.

There was no reply. I only felt the plumber and the gladiator sucking on one nipple each, while the sailor covered my mouth with his lips. I couldn’t see who, but one hand was stroking my thong over my sex.

—She’s so fucking hot —I heard Bruno say.

—And soaking wet —the sailor added, who must have been the one touching me between the legs.

When I pulled away from the kiss, I saw them all groping me at the same time. Bruno and the sailor, without stripping completely, had pulled their cocks out over their pants and were jerking off slowly.

—What a pair —I said, licking my lips—. The rest of you are shyer, or what?

I stretched out my arms and immediately had the two members in my hands. The gladiator and the plumber had positioned themselves behind me; I could feel their erections against my ass. That only turned me on more, so I swayed from side to side, brushing against them.

—Are you going to let us fuck you? —Bruno asked, kissing my neck.

—You bet, bad boy. I’ve been imagining it since I saw you at the bar. Though maybe you’re in for a surprise and I’m the one who’s going to fuck the four of you.

I leaned forward, placing my hands on Bruno’s thighs, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I sucked it slowly and deeply. To either side, the gladiator and the sailor were masturbating as they watched the scene. I guessed the plumber was the one rubbing my sex over the thong, slapping it against my crotch and driving me crazy. I turned to the sailor and, holding him with one hand, started sucking him with gusto.

—She’s so good at it! —he said, tongue out.

—Respect our mommy —Bruno teased him.

After a few minutes I switched to the gladiator, taking him into my mouth while I used my other hand to jerk off the plumber. He surprised me by scooping me up in his arms, and someone took advantage of that to pull off my thong, leaving me completely naked. Perched on his broad shoulder, he carried me as if I weighed nothing.

I let out a cry when I felt something wet between my legs. Someone had buried his head between my thighs and was licking my cunt like a madman. There wasn’t a mirror nearby, but I was sure my white makeup had long since smeared all over my face. In front of me, the sailor and the plumber were jerking off while they fondled my breasts with their free hands.

—You’ve got incredible tits, I could spend all day touching them —the plumber commented.

The gladiator set me down and the others formed a sort of bed with their arms to hold me on my back in the air. Bruno slipped two fingers into me and started moving them without pause, while the others licked my breasts in that impossible position. I was moaning, uninhibited, with no control at all. Soon he replaced his fingers with his tongue and ate me out the way no one had in a long time.

—I’ve earned the right to go first —Bruno said, traces of me still on his lips.

—Of course you have, student. Fuck me already! —I granted him.

They helped me down onto the sofa and, without anyone telling me to, I got on all fours. A few seconds later Bruno was holding my hips as he sank into me.

—I’m going to fuck you the way the Count never has. Are you ready?

—Yes... fuck me —I replied lustfully, giving him a look that would have melted steel.

I found the reference to the Count amusing, because in real life I was truly married. If Gonzalo knew what I was doing at that moment... The guy didn’t make himself wait and started hammering into me hard. My breasts swayed with each thrust while I braced myself on the sofa so I wouldn’t fall.

I hadn’t realized that, blinded by pleasure, I’d closed my eyes. The brush of something hard against my lips made me open them. The other three had crowded in front of me, at one end of the sofa, offering me their erections.

—Hold me up, I’m falling —I asked them, grabbing two with my hands while I took the other into my mouth.

I sucked them as best I could in that acrobatic frenzy.

—I’m stopping or I’m going to come —Bruno announced.

The gladiator almost fell to the floor from how fast he rushed to take his place inside me. I took advantage and turned over, lying on my back with my legs wide open. The man covered me completely with his body, crushing me against the sofa, placing soft kisses all over me.

I could see the rest of them masturbating as they watched us. We looked like a pair of lovers making love, if it weren’t for the audience.

—Don’t you dare come inside, okay? —I warned him, tilting my head.

—Relax, all four of us are going to fill up that pretty little face of yours. Would you like that?

—That, if you don’t come too soon —I challenged them.

He pulled back, leaving our sweaty bodies exposed. I sat up and saw that the plumber was already seated beside me, ready. I climbed onto him carefully, ready to ride him. He went in easily. He held me by the waist while he took one nipple into his mouth and started moving like a motor, merciless. At one point he stopped, and I took the opportunity to return the favor: I moved at full speed with my hands braced on his chest. Catching him by surprise, he pulled out suddenly so he wouldn’t come.

The sailor, who was standing, held out his hand for me to get up and immediately seated me astride him. I stretched out my arm, took him in expertly, and he set the pace, fucking me wildly while the others masturbated around us.

—Come on, Mommy, scream for us! —the plumber was egging me on.

I let myself go, moaning without restraint. At one point the sailor set me on the floor and I sat back on the sofa with my legs trembling. The four of them positioned themselves around me, their cocks very close together, pointed at my face.

—Mommy, we’re going to give you what you deserve! —Bruno said as the four of them jerked off at full speed.

I alternated, taking them into my mouth hungrily. I even managed to get the tips of two in at once. They looked at each other and, suddenly, the gladiator shot the first load onto my face. As if that had been the starting signal, the others began coming over me too, covering my skin with their warm liquid. White drops ran down my face. One eye was shut from the impact.

The sensation of it on my skin, added to the intensity of the whole night, brought me to the edge of ecstasy. I moaned, surrendering to what I myself had unleashed, and let myself fall back onto the sofa.

The Carnival night had been an adventure I would never forget. And I, Renata, the vampire countess for a few hours, had discovered a side of myself I no longer intended to ignore.