The Group Party We Threw at the Apartment

It all started in the final stretch of an exhausting course, when all we could think about was drinking, going out, and sleeping with whoever we damn well pleased before we each went on with our lives. I was pushing thirty by the time I remembered it, but that afternoon I was an adult too, and very aware of what I wanted. My friend Lara had been saying for weeks that she was sick of men who bragged a lot and then got cold feet when a woman spoke plainly.

“Well, this time they won’t be able to play dumb,” she told me over the phone. “I’ve agreed to look after my aunt’s apartment while she’s away, and I’m planning to use it for a private party.”

I asked her how many people she planned to invite. She laughed with that particular laugh of hers, the laugh of a woman who had already made up her mind and was simply waiting to watch the rest of the world burn.

“A few friends. The ones who always stare, the ones who hint, the ones who say they’d do anything. I want to see how many have dicks and how many have balls.”

I should have told her she was crazy. Instead, I felt an immediate heat between my legs. Lara had always possessed that brazen streak that pushed me to cross boundaries.

“And what do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Whatever you feel like. Watch, touch, suck, fuck. But come. I’m not setting up that mess alone.”

I agreed without putting up much of a struggle. The truth was simple: the idea of a living room full of adult men, tense and awkward at first and then surrendered to desire, turned me on. I was also aroused by the thought of Lara dropping the bomb with that innocent expression of hers that could fool anyone for five minutes.

The apartment was in a quiet neighborhood, in an unassuming building, with old but clean furniture and a large sofa facing a low table. I arrived an hour early. Lara had already opened the windows, put ice in a bucket, and made the bed in the master bedroom with fresh sheets.

“Take a good look,” she said, pointing down the hall. “Living room for warming up, bedroom for finishing.”

She was wearing a short black sleeveless dress and sandals that made her legs look even longer. I had on a tight skirt and a thin blouse that hid very little. Neither of us was dressed up as an innocent.

“Tell me the truth,” I asked while pouring two glasses. “What exactly did you say to get them to come?”

“That there’d be drinks, music, and a gathering just among people we trusted. Enough for them to suspect something, but not enough to scare them off.”

I went over to the window and saw the first arrivals. Men we knew from nights out, dinners, get-togethers, and ambiguous messages at midnight. All adults, all over twenty-five, all carrying that mix of confidence and nerves that showed in the way they looked at us.

They came in one at a time, then in pairs. They said hello, joked around, and asked why there were so few of us. Lara offered them drinks and smiles while I watched their eyes cling to our legs, our mouths, the cleavage of my blouse, and the curve of her waist.

After a while there were ten of us in the living room: the two of us and eight men. The atmosphere had that uncomfortable buzz of gatherings where everyone knows something is happening, but nobody dares name it. Lara looked at me over her glass. I knew the moment had arrived.

She set down her glass, stood in the middle of the room, and spoke without trembling.

“I’m going to be direct so nobody wastes time. I invited you because I feel like fucking tonight, and because my friend feels like playing too. Anyone who wants to stay can stay. Anyone who doesn’t, the door’s right there.”

There was silence. One man let out an incredulous laugh. Another thought it was a joke. I said nothing; I simply stood up slowly and began unbuttoning my blouse.

The conversations died instantly. I heard someone breathing harder, a glass being set down on the table by clumsy hands, and a muttered “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” from someone at the back. Lara pulled her dress over her head without hurrying, revealing a black lingerie set that outlined her tits and ass obscenely. I let my blouse fall, then my skirt, and stood there in a bra and thong.

“Last chance to leave,” she said.

Nobody moved.

I smiled. I didn’t want them to move either.

Lara went further. She slipped her fingers under her panties, pulled them down her legs, and kicked them aside. Then she pointed at me.

“You decide where we start.”

My mouth went dry from sheer arousal. I looked at the men. Some already had hard bulges beneath their trousers. Others were licking their lips. One avoided looking me in the eye because the hunger showed too clearly on his face.

“We’ll start with the mouth,” I said.

I went over to the sofa and took the nearest man by the hand, a tall, dark-haired guy with two days’ growth of beard. I made him sit down and knelt between his legs. I noticed the others holding their breath as I opened his belt. I lowered the zipper slowly, slipped my hand inside his boxers, and pulled out his cock, already hard and hot.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

That was exactly what I wanted to hear.

I ran my tongue over the tip, gathering the first glistening bead of fluid, then slid it along the shaft while my hand squeezed the base. His cock filled my mouth as I slowly took it in, calmly enjoying the way it grew even harder against my tongue. I heard him moan above me, tense, unsure whether to touch me or stay still.

“Touch me,” I told him without pulling it all the way out. “Don’t just sit there like an idiot.”

His hand ended up in my hair. The other dared to move down to my shoulder, my back, the clasp of my bra. Lara came up behind me, unclasped it herself, and left my tits bare while I kept sucking. The room changed in an instant. There was no longer any doubt or embarrassment; there were only heavy breaths and the urge to take part.

One of the others came to stand beside me. Lara kissed him without preliminaries, pushing her tongue into his mouth until she drew a growl from him. Then she opened his trousers and pulled out his cock in front of everyone. She stroked it for a moment and offered it to me beside the other man’s mouth.

“Let’s see if you can handle two,” she teased.

I pulled my lips away from the first man and turned my head. I sucked the second cock at the tip, alternating between them. One in my mouth, the other between my lips and tongue. The sofa creaked with the movement. My hands took care of what my mouth couldn’t reach: firm, slow handjobs at first, then faster when I felt the moans grow urgent.

Lara was already straddling another man’s knees, rubbing herself against his trousers while he sucked one of her tits desperately. She grabbed him by the nape and looked at me.

“Now this is getting good.”

One of the men knelt behind me and pulled my thong aside. His fingers boldly spread my pussy open. I was already soaked, and the bastard confirmed it by pushing two fingers all the way inside me. I let out a moan with a cock between my lips, and that drove the others wild.

“Look how wet she is,” he said, pulling out his fingers to show them glistening.

The mild humiliation, put that way, turned me on even more. I kept swallowing cock while rubbing my clitoris in firm circles. I began moving my ass against his hand without trying to hide it. One of the men in the back was already masturbating as he watched, unable to wait his turn.

The dark-haired man was first. His whole body tensed. He warned me with a curse through clenched teeth and filled my mouth with cum. There was a lot of it, and it was hot. I felt it hit my tongue and throat while I kept sucking until I drew out his last spasm. I swallowed without pulling away, and he collapsed against the backrest with a vacant expression, as though his brain had been emptied.

The second man didn’t take much longer. Lara held my hair and forced me to keep my mouth open while his cock pumped against my lips. He came in thick spurts over my tongue and part of my chin. She ran two fingers through the semen dripping from me and put them in my mouth.

“Don’t waste anything.”

I sucked them clean while looking into her eyes. The filthy bitch smiled, satisfied.

***

After that, there was no need to invite anyone else. The living room turned into a mess of bodies, clothes on the floor, and hands everywhere. I took off my thong all at once and climbed onto the sofa, spreading my legs and letting them get a good look at my swollen, wet pussy. I wanted them to see it. I wanted to provoke the animal hunger already taking over their faces.

One man knelt between my legs and licked me from bottom to top with a broad tongue that was clumsy at first. I grabbed his head and guided him.

“Not like that. Here. Press your tongue against my clit, fuck.”

He learned quickly. He began eating my pussy as though he wanted to drown inside it, pushing in his tongue, sucking, breathing against my swollen lips. My body responded immediately. My legs trembled and my ass lifted on its own, searching for more pressure. Meanwhile, another man grabbed my tits and began sucking my nipples hungrily, alternating bites and licks that made me arch.

Lara was on the floor atop a rug, on her back, legs spread while two men divided up her body. One was fucking her mouth, gripping her hair; the other was opening her pussy with his fingers, working her into a frenzy before sticking it inside her. Her moans filled the living room, hoarse and direct, without a hint of shame.

“Don’t just look at me—come here,” one of the men beside me said, pulling his trousers all the way down.

He had a thick, hard cock, its tip red and shiny. I sat up, moved aside the man who had been eating my pussy, and took it in my hand. I gave it a couple of slow licks, savoring it, then immediately shoved it into my mouth as far as I could. It was one of those cocks that made you work: thick, heavy, demanding. I fucked it with my throat while its owner held my jaw with one hand and stroked the back of my neck with the other.

Another man got behind me. I felt the hot tip brush my pussy lips. I stayed still for a second, mouth full, waiting. He pushed in slowly at first, opening me. Then, when he felt me give way, he drove it into me in one long thrust that tore a muffled moan from me around the other cock.

That was when I lost all composure.

He started fucking me with a steady rhythm, holding my hips and driving all the way in again and again while I sucked in front of him. Each thrust made me rock back and forth. I felt his balls slap my ass, his cock sliding in and out, soaked, while the entire room watched me use my mouth and pussy at the same time. It was filthy, intense, and exactly what I had wanted when I accepted that invitation.

The man in front pulled his cock from my mouth for a moment to see me drooling over it.

“What a fucking sight,” he said.

I swallowed it again. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to keep feeling my body full.

The man fucking me from behind lowered one hand and squeezed my clitoris between two fingers at exactly the right moment. That was enough. I came with a brutal spasm, clenching around his cock as pleasure climbed through my stomach and left me breathless. My pussy throbbed so hard that he cursed and began thrusting faster, losing control.

He came inside me a few seconds later, buried to the hilt. I felt it hot and thick, and that detail made me moan again, more from the thrill than surprise. When he pulled out, some of his cum ran down my thighs.

Lara came over then, sweaty, mascara running, and wearing the smile of a genuine degenerate. She ran a finger over my crotch, gathering the mixture.

“You’re making a real mess of yourself,” she whispered.

I sucked her finger clean. She kissed me on the mouth, tasting everything: saliva, semen, and the sharp flavor of arousal. That kiss was more obscene than many penetrations.

***

We moved to the bedroom when the living room had grown too small. The bed ended up surrounded by bodies and clothes. Someone closed the door, not to hide anything, but to keep us inside as though that room no longer belonged to the rest of the world.

Lara was the first to climb onto the mattress on her knees. They grabbed her by the waist, and within seconds she had one cock in her mouth and another getting ready between her thighs. I settled beside her, lying on my side at first, while one man kissed my neck and another spread my legs.

The man who positioned himself between my thighs knew what he was doing. He didn’t go at it roughly. He kissed the insides of my thighs, breathed over my pussy, and licked me slowly and attentively, as though he wanted to get me ready to be fucked without pause. His fingers slid in and out in time with his tongue. I gripped his wrist, panting, feeling my body soften from sheer desire.

“I want a cock now,” I said, unable to hold out any longer.

I didn’t have to repeat myself.

A broad-chested man with strong arms positioned himself in front of me. He knelt on the bed, raised one of my legs over his shoulder, and aimed his cock at my pussy. The first thrust was slow, opening me. The second went all the way in. By the third he was really fucking me, hard and without tenderness, exactly as I had asked.

My tits bounced with every blow. The man beside me put two fingers in my mouth, then offered me his cock. I sucked it while the other kept sliding in and out of my pussy with a rhythm that made the bed squeak against the wall.

Lara, less than a yard away, was being penetrated from behind while swallowing another cock on her knees. She lifted her head for a second and our eyes met. We were both completely surrendered, sweaty, disheveled, used, and happy to be.

The bed became a relay. When one man got tired or came, another took his place. I went from lying there with one leg raised to getting on all fours, pushing my ass back so they could get it inside me more easily. In that position they went deeper, hitting the spot that made me see stars every time.

One man grabbed my hair and arched my back while he fucked me. Another positioned himself in front of my face and offered me his cock. I kissed it, sucked it, and took it down my throat when the bed pushed me forward with every thrust. Saliva ran down my chin. The man behind me pounded away without pause, and I felt my pussy growing more sensitive, hotter, more open.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?” the man in front asked.

I pulled the cock from my mouth just far enough to answer.

“Yes. Like this. Keep going.”

He shoved it all the way back in, and I was grateful that I didn’t have to pretend anything at all. Nobody in that room was pretending. There were only bodies responding to pleasure in the most direct way.

I came again on all fours, with one cock buried to the hilt and another filling my mouth. This time the orgasm lasted longer, shakier, accompanied by a sweet empty feeling in my stomach. I clenched so tightly around the man fucking me that he came too, shooting inside me with a dry groan and collapsing for a moment across my back.

When he moved away, another man took his place almost immediately. I was so turned on that I barely cared about the change; I just wanted to keep going. I lay on my back and spread my legs wider. One man penetrated me while another fondled my tits and Lara, sitting beside me, kissed my neck and put two fingers in my mouth for me to suck.

“Look at us,” she said. “You’re full down below and I’m full on both sides. What a party.”

She was right. It was a party, and also a brutal confession of what we had both wanted for a long time: sex without asking permission, without hiding our hunger, without the fake game of pretending to be decent among adults who knew perfectly well what they wanted.

The man fucking me at that moment was the quietest of them all. He had gone unnoticed at first, but in bed he turned out to be the most intense. He grabbed my wrists, pinned them against the pillow, and began thrusting with an almost ferocious concentration. Every blow was precise, deep, and utterly purposeful.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He didn’t. He fucked me until I had to turn my face and moan against Lara’s arm. Then he pulled out, made me lie on my side, and pushed back inside me from another angle, even deeper. I felt him opening me completely. I came again almost without warning, with a hoarse gasp and trembling legs.

He finished afterward, pulling out just in time to come over my stomach and thighs. I looked at the hot semen on my skin and felt that obscene surge of satisfaction that comes only from feeling completely taken.

***

Dawn found us exhausted, naked, and disheveled. Some were sleeping half-dressed on the living-room sofa. Others smoked beside the bedroom window with the same look of satisfied disbelief left by a night nobody had dared imagine out loud.

Lara and I ended up together in bed, still sticky, sharing a bottle of water. She ran her hand over my thigh and let out a tired laugh.

“In the end, none of them chickened out.”

“Neither did we,” I replied.

She looked at me, amused and proud. She had red marks on her neck, her hair was a complete mess, and her face shone with the expression of someone who had done exactly what she wanted.

“Do you regret it?”

I shook my head. My whole body hurt, my pussy was sensitive, my throat was sore from all the work, and beneath all the night’s delicious filth was a strange, almost tender peace.

“Not one bit.”

She rested her head on my shoulder. For a while we stayed silent, listening to the apartment’s muffled noises and recalling some scenes with smiles: the first moan, the first cock in my mouth, the moment the living room became a pack organized by desire, the bed creaking as we came again and again.

The next day brought rumors, messages, poorly disguised questions, and faces that were far too curious. None of it mattered much. Those who had been there knew what had really happened, and that memory belonged more to us than to any gossip.

All I know is that whenever I return to that apartment in my mind, I don’t remember the embarrassment or the scandal. I remember knees on the floor, the taste of the first cum, the sensation of having one cock in my mouth and another inside me, Lara’s body shining with sweat beneath the yellow bedroom light, and the certainty that that night we did exactly what we wanted.

And that’s why remembering it still turns me on.