The Couple Invited Me to Something I’d Never Tried Before
At last, the restrictions had been lifted and the city was breathing again. After months shut between four walls, every contact I had made during that long confinement was beginning to materialize. It was Tuesday; we had only been back at the office for a few days, and the work was piling up. Just as I switched off the bedside lamp, my phone vibrated on the wooden table, glowing blue.
I unlocked the screen and opened the app. It was a message from a couple I had exchanged a few words with during lockdown, though we had never gone beyond long-distance flirting. Her name appeared in the conversation, and beneath it, a brief text.
—Good evening. Would you like to take part in something special with us tomorrow at noon? There’ll be several of us.
I liked the proposal immediately, although finding room in my schedule at such short notice was almost impossible. The lockdown had only just been lifted, and nobody was in a position to do favors. Even so, the novelty of it outweighed prudence.
—Hi. I’ll be there —I replied, without thinking too much about it.
I had no idea what I was going to find, how the scene would unfold, or how many people there would be. The mere thought of trying something I had never experienced was enough to make me accept without asking any more questions.
—Perfect. I’ll send you the location tomorrow. It’ll be around eleven-thirty —she replied almost instantly.
Images began forming in my mind, half out of focus: an open mouth waiting for a cock, a pussy dripping between other people’s hands, jets of cum sliding over unfamiliar tits. I rested my head on the pillow with my cock so swollen that it throbbed against the elastic of my boxers, the tip already wet with precum. I lowered one hand and squeezed the whole thing in my fist, gritting my teeth. I held back. I wanted to arrive the next day with my balls loaded to bursting, without wasting a drop of the load I planned to unload into that woman.
***
I woke with the same tension I had fallen asleep with: my hard cock pressed against my belly, wetting the fabric again. And the same fixed image in my head: a woman kneeling in the center of a circle of cocks, mouth open, moving from one to the next, letting them fuck her throat while the others waited their turns with a hand on their dicks. I had to ignore the bulge again and get under the cold water for a few seconds so it would go down enough for me to leave the house.
I went straight to work and, as soon as I arrived, looked for my boss. I told him a small, convenient lie about a medical checkup I couldn’t postpone. He didn’t object; in those days, any health matter opened every door. I left the building with my heart racing and a strange feeling, as though I were playing hooky like a teenager.
It was ten-thirty when I got home. I stepped into the shower without wasting a minute. The night before, I had shaved myself completely—the balls, the pubic hair, the perineum—so when I got out I only needed to put on a little cologne and choose my clothes. Something comfortable and easy to take off. I looked at myself in the hallway mirror longer than necessary and touched my cock through my trousers, checking that it was still responding as I needed it to.
At eleven, I received two messages in a row. The first contained the location; the second brought an apology and a change of time: the meeting was being pushed back another hour. As the guest, I wasn’t in a position to complain, so I accepted and headed toward the address the navigator marked on the other side of the city. It took me quite a while to park, and even so, I had time to spare. I killed it in the car, going over our conversations from the past few months and looking once again at pictures of the two of them: her tits peeking out of a low neckline, his bulge outlined beneath a pair of briefs.
***
It was exactly twelve-thirty when I pressed the intercom button. They let me in without asking who I was, as though they were expecting me. Second floor. I took the stairs, ignoring the elevator to burn off my nerves, and when I reached the landing I saw that the door at the end was ajar.
I pushed it open slowly and went inside. She greeted me—Marisol—in a transparent robe that revealed a dark lingerie set underneath. The fabric clung to a body lockdown hadn’t damaged in the slightest: large tits squeezed into a lace bra, wide hips, and a round ass that peeked out from the black thong when she turned to close the door. She had big, jet-black eyes and a smile barely appearing at the corners of her lips, the smile of a woman already imagining herself with her mouth full.
—Hi —I said, almost into her ear.
—Hi —she replied quietly—. Come in and sit there.
She took my hand and led me to an armchair beside the window. There were three other men in the living room, standing around the room with the awkwardness of strangers who still didn’t dare speak to one another. From their expectant looks, I gathered that for more than one of them, this was also their first time doing anything like it.
Marisol soon came to sit beside me. She did it with disconcerting naturalness, as though we had known each other all our lives, and before I could say anything she undid my trousers, tugged down the elastic of my boxers, and pulled my cock out into the open in a single motion. She stared at it for a second, weighing it in her palm, then closed her fist tightly around the shaft.
—Fuck, what a cock you have. We’re going to have fun with you —she murmured, brushing my ear with her lips as she slowly jerked me from base to tip. With her thumb, she spread the drop already appearing at the slit.
Her gaze was full of calm lust, the kind belonging to someone who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. Far from intimidating me, that confidence made me even harder. Without breaking eye contact, she bent down and licked the tip, one slow, flat lick that collected the thread of precum before she spat a little saliva onto it and started stroking me up and down again, now thoroughly slick. I wanted to be up to the task; I wanted to leave her fucked and satisfied.
Not even ten minutes had passed when someone knocked again. A fifth man came in who, judging by the familiarity with which he greeted her, already knew her. Shortly afterward, the sixth and last man arrived. He didn’t beat around the bush: he introduced himself as her partner, lowered his mask, kissed her on the mouth while holding her waist and squeezing one ass cheek over her thong, then disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a beer in his hand.
One of the guys checked the time and, visibly annoyed, announced that the change of hour had left him no leeway and he had to go. He said goodbye to everyone and asked the couple to let him know another time. Marisol walked him to the door. When she returned to the living room, there were only four of us left around her, and her guy, from the entrance to the hallway, raised his beer like someone giving an order.
—She’s all yours —he said—. Fuck her however she asks. Make sure she always has a cock in her mouth.
***
He took her by the arm to a chair set apart from the others, sat down, and stayed there watching, his hand already on his own package, while she slipped out of the robe and stood in the middle of the living room wearing only bra and thong. She reached behind her, unclasped the bra, and let it fall. Those large tits bounced for a moment before settling, heavy, their dark nipples already hard and erect. She pulled the thong down over her hips, let it fall to the floor, and knelt in the center of the rug with her legs spread, her shaved, glistening pussy on display, the inner lips swollen, parted, and wet.
The rest of us formed a semicircle around her almost without realizing it, drawn as if by a magnet. We undressed in silence, cocks first, all of them hard, all of them pointing at the same mouth.
I took off my trousers and sneakers and stood completely naked, my cock pressed against my belly. Beside me, the man who already knew her did the same, shaking his thick dick in his hand. The third only undid his jeans and lowered them a little, undecided, his half-hard cock poking through the opening. Marisol began alternating among us, taking two cocks at a time, sucking one tip while jerking another, running her tongue from one glans to the next, spitting saliva over the dicks so she could jerk us better. She took us deep into her mouth, gagged a little, pulled out the drool-covered cock, and moved on to the next. She shared out her mouth and hands with a calmness that made the waiting delicious and savage at once.
I was hard as a rock. The tip throbbed every time I felt her lips close around it and her tongue work my frenulum. The whole situation had me on the edge: a week earlier we were still shut inside our homes, counting the days with a hand on our cocks in front of a screen, and now I was here, in the living room of strangers, with a woman sucking my cock between two other men. The third guy withdrew after a short while; he muttered an excuse, said he had a bit of a cold and couldn’t get in the mood, then dressed in silence and left us.
The two of us who remained kept attending to her without getting distracted. It was obvious how turned on Marisol was: her ragged breathing, burning skin, stiff nipples, thighs squeezing together whenever the air brushed them. And then it seemed unfair to me. It couldn’t be that only we enjoyed her mouth and hands without giving her anything in return. I knelt beside her, wrapped one hand around a tit—it was heavy, filling my entire palm—and slowly pinched the nipple, tugging it and rolling it between my fingers, while my other hand moved down her belly toward her pussy.
She was soaking wet. Her entire slit was dripping, her thighs gleaming with her juices. I ran two fingers over her inner lips, up and down, and felt her open by herself, offering herself to me. Her partner then rose from the chair, undressed unhurriedly—he was hard, thick, and curving upward—and came over so she could attend to him instead. He shoved it all the way into her mouth in one thrust and began fucking her face slowly, holding her by the nape. I continued what I was doing, feeling her wetness grow beneath my fingers. I buried two fingers inside her, up to the knuckles, and felt the hot walls closing around them. I began pumping them with my wrist while my thumb searched for her swollen clitoris and traced circles with exactly the size and pressure that made her tremble. She thanked me by lowering one hand, searching for my cock, and beginning to jerk me in the same rhythm her husband was thrusting into her throat, all while she kept sticking out her tongue to lick his balls between thrusts.
Suddenly I felt her clench, squeezing my fingers with brutal force, and a long, muffled moan rose through her throat, blocked by the cock buried deep inside it. She was coming, being fucked by the mouth with my fingers inside her, and even so she didn’t stop. Her pussy poured over my palm and soaked my wrist. She continued her task more intensely, sucking and swallowing saliva mixed with precum, until her guy pulled his dick from her mouth with a jerk so he wouldn’t come yet. She panted, drew breath, and leaned toward my ear.
—Thank you. Now it’s your turn. Stand up and put that cock all the way inside me.
***
I stood without hesitation and found myself level with her mouth. She brushed her hair away from her face, looked up at me with eyes already teary from choking before, and took me completely within five seconds. She swallowed my entire cock on the first try, lips tight against my pubic bone, nose pressed to my belly, her throat closing and opening around my glans. She pulled out the drool-covered cock, spat on it, and took it back in, this time setting the rhythm with one hand at the base while her mouth moved up and down over the top half. She sucked me while looking at me, pulled off to lick my balls one by one, then swallowed me whole again.
Her partner took the spot I had left between her legs. He spread her thighs wide, bent down, and buried his tongue in her pussy with the skill that only practice could give. He licked her entire slit from bottom to top, worked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, then inserted two fingers and curled them, searching for her sweet spot. Within minutes he made her come again, and this time she swallowed her own orgasm with a long moan that vibrated around my cock, her hips jerking on their own against her husband’s face. She continued sharing herself between the other man and me, moving from one dick to mine, sucking us in turns, leaving threads of drool hanging from her chin and falling onto her tits.
When he finished eating her, he stood up with his mouth glistening and watched the scene while slowly jerking his curved cock, spreading her juices all over his shaft. It didn’t last long. He waved us aside, positioned himself in front of Marisol, and was the first to let go over his wife’s chest. He fired four, five thick jets of semen that landed one after another between her tits, on her chin, and in her cleavage. A plentiful, white, thick load slid from her chin down her neck until it dripped over her nipples. Marisol stuck out her tongue to collect what reached her lips and licked them, looking at us.
When her husband emptied himself, we reclaimed our places, and while she returned to my mouth—to my cock, to my glans, sucking me as if she meant to tear it off—I took the opportunity to spread that warmth over her skin, massaging her tits with the other man’s semen, playing with her slippery nipples, pinching them between thumb and forefinger until a moan escaped her mouth full of cock.
The other guy caught my eye and warned me with a slight movement of his head. I understood. I pulled away just in time to give him the place in front of her, and he immediately released his load over the same spot as his predecessor. His was even more generous; he shot so much semen that the trail ran down her belly almost to her navel, forming rivulets that mixed with what she already had on her. She ran her fingers over her tits, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them one by one while staring fixedly at me, clearly intending to make me come now.
I was the only one left. I put my cock back into her mouth and began fucking her, gripping the nape of her neck with both hands, thrusting with my hips, feeling the back of her throat against my glans. She let me, eyes half-closed, swallowing saliva to my rhythm, letting me use her mouth however I wanted. Even so, I was having trouble coming, as if my mind were playing a trick on me because of the novelty of everything, the overload of stimulation. Marisol realized I was taking a while and decided to lend me a hand. She pulled my cock from her mouth, held it against her cheek while looking up at me, and with her other hand caressed the inside of my thigh, moving slowly upward. When she reached the top, she cradled my balls, weighed them, and tugged a little at the skin of my scrotum. Then one inquisitive finger followed the path behind me and found a place where I hadn’t expected contact. She pressed the pad of her finger just enough to slip the tip inside and press me from within while swallowing my entire cock again in one thrust.
That unexpected pressure, her tongue working my frenulum, and her throat closing around the tip sent a direct signal to my brain, and I came hard, without warning, with a growl I couldn’t hold back. She swallowed the first jet whole; then she pulled my cock out just in time for the rest to shoot in thick streams over her tits, adding my semen to the other two men’s and soaking her cleavage completely. I emptied myself, jet after jet, until the last drops fell between her breasts and I could only keep standing by leaning on her shoulder. I was exhausted and sweaty, my legs weak and my balls empty, but certain that every minute had been worth it.
Marisol put a hand to her chest, collected some of the thick semen dripping from her with two fingers, and brought it to her mouth. She swallowed it while looking at us, then licked her lips.
—Thank you, boys —she said, holding both our now-soft cocks at once—. I’m going to take a shower; you’ve left my pussy and tits completely wrecked.
She said it with a smile somewhere between lust and mischief, the mixture of a thoroughly fucked woman and a girl who knows she’s done something forbidden.
—Thank you —I replied by way of goodbye—. See you next time —I added, looking at the other man, my only companion that afternoon.
I dressed slowly, my cock still dripping the last remnants down my thigh, and left the apartment with a crooked smile hidden beneath my mask, still unable to believe what had just happened.
***
I went down the stairs two at a time and walked to a nearby bar. I ordered a very cold pitcher and something to eat, then sat by the window to relive every detail, like someone replaying a movie he still couldn’t quite believe: her mouth swallowing me whole, the jets of semen running down her cleavage, the finger slipping where I hadn’t expected it just as I came. My phone vibrated on the table.
—We liked you a lot. We’d love to see you alone, the three of us, with no one else. With more time and more desire to fuck you properly.
The crooked smile returned to my face, this time undisguised. I read the message twice before replying, feeling my cock give another twitch beneath the table.
—It’ll be a pleasure. I liked you two as well, very much.
—Perfect. We’ll be in touch. A kiss.
I placed the phone face down, took a long drink of beer, and stared out at the street, at the people filling the sidewalks again after so many months of silence. The whole world seemed to be discovering freedom anew, and I, without planning it, had just discovered mine in a way I never could have imagined.
