The Pact I Made with My Forty Friends

I had just texted Adrián when I put the phone on the counter and went back to what I was doing. I had told him the other day had been incredible, that I missed the feeling of his whole group using me, that they should come whenever they wanted, without even warning me. I meant it. For weeks I had been thinking about nothing else.

I didn’t hear the garden door. The first thing I noticed was his body against my back and his cock pressing against me over my clothes.

—Hi, Lorena. I felt like fucking you —he whispered in my ear.

—Fuck, Adrián, you scared me.

He didn’t give me time for anything else. He bent me over the counter, yanked my underwear aside, and drove into my ass in one thrust. I screamed, but not from pain. I started moving against him, seeking him out, until he stopped abruptly and put me on my knees. I sucked his cock hard, all the way down, just the way he liked it and the way drove me crazy. He fucked my mouth without mercy.

Then he picked up the zucchini I had left on the board for lunch.

—Well, well. Turn around —he said with a smile.

He shoved it into me without warning and, a second later, slid his cock in too. I came screaming while he wrecked me without pity, until he emptied himself inside me.

***

After that we sat in the living room with a drink, and that was when he told me what he had really come for.

—I’ve got an idea —he began—. I’ve seen how you come when we fuck your ass. I want to propose something. My friends and I would have access to this house for a whole month. We’d come whenever we wanted. There would always be someone here, ready.

—Sounds incredible. When do you start?

—Wait, slut —he laughed—. There are conditions.

Two weeks later everything was settled. We had agreed on six rules, and I had accepted all of them with an ease that should have frightened me.

The first: they would have access to the house at any hour. The second: they could fuck my ass however they wanted, whenever they wanted, and as many at once as they felt like. The third, and the one that cost me the most: it was strictly forbidden to fuck my pussy. The fourth: I could not masturbate or even touch myself. The fifth: they could put whatever they pleased into me from behind. And the sixth: if I broke any rule, they would punish me.

I said yes to everything. What I didn’t know was how much the third rule would weigh on me.

***

The first day I waited for them inside. Ten of them came to start with. They unloaded machines from the cars, huge dildos, handcuffs, ropes, blindfolds. Just seeing it all spread out on the table had me wet already.

—Ready to have us wreck you? —one asked.

—Of course.

I got on all fours on the sofa and showed them my ass, where I had already put a toy that morning. The first one climbed on top of me and sank into me at once. I asked for more, asked for cocks for my mouth and hands, and in an instant I had three men surrounding me. They fucked my throat all the way down while another drove into me from behind. I came almost immediately, before anything had truly even begun.

One after another, they emptied themselves into my ass. I lost count of my orgasms. But I could feel my pussy throbbing, abandoned, leaking with nobody touching it, and for the first time I thought that enduring a whole month without being fucked there was going to be torture.

Since they all needed a break, they put a machine on me with a textured dildo and turned it up to maximum speed. I screamed the second it switched on. Half an hour later, between orgasms, I couldn’t take any more.

—Please, turn it off for a moment.

—Who asked you? Shut up and suck —and I had a cock shoved down my throat while they changed the toy for an even bigger one.

I took advantage of the pause to suck it with hunger. When they turned the machine back on with the new dildo, I came like a fountain, unable to stop, for hours. They only let me rest when two more arrived to take over.

***

I slipped away to the shower, but one of the new arrivals came in behind me. He made me suck him, and when he got hard, I discovered he was enormous. He turned me around, but before he put it in me he grabbed the shower head and turned the water on full blast. The jet hit my pussy square on and I screamed, coming instantly. I desperately needed something there, anything.

—Look how you’re coming —he said, and pointed the stream straight at my ass.

I couldn’t think of anything else. And when he shoved his cock into me from behind, fucking me like an animal against the tiles, he grabbed my hair and emptied himself inside me. I collapsed onto the shower floor, exhausted and happy, treated like what I had decided to be that month.

—Suck me clean —he ordered.

—I’m yours and I love it —I answered, throwing myself onto his cock.

When he left, another took his place. And another. That first day felt endless and delicious in equal measure. That night, alone in my bed, I could still feel the echo of every thrust and I already missed the next one.

***

The next day I was drinking coffee on the sofa when a cock replaced the cup without me noticing. I found myself sucking it until I was nearly choking. The guy sat down, put me on top of him, and put it in me from behind. I, horny as a bitch in heat, started rubbing my pussy against his thigh, looking for relief.

—What are you doing? —he grabbed my hips.

—Please, just a little. I can’t take it anymore.

—Is this what you want? —and he started slipping his fingers into me very slowly.

I came screaming like a madwoman, begging for more, and then he yanked his hand away.

—Sneaky —and a second cock, from someone I hadn’t even noticed come in, was shoved into my ass too.

The double penetration ripped a brutal orgasm out of me. When they finished, the one behind me lifted me by the hair.

—We’ll let this one slide. Next time you’ll regret trying to get us to fuck your pussy. Understood?

—Understood. Let me apologize —and I sucked him until he came in my face.

***

That same afternoon, while looking for pool chlorine in the garage, a very tall man followed me. He threw me over the hood of the car and fucked me from behind without saying a word. When he finished, he didn’t look satisfied.

—Look what we’ve got here —he said, lifting a baseball bat.

I soaked the floor just from hearing him.

—Please —I begged.

He shoved it into me all the way. Over the following hours, he and three others who arrived later used me with everything they found: the bat, empty bottles, pool noodles, floaties and, of course, their cocks. I came so many times that the garage floor ended up puddled. When they got tired, they covered me all over together before leaving. And even so, covered from head to toe, I still couldn’t be satisfied: my pussy was still begging.

***

After three weeks living like that, fucked from behind at all hours, I didn’t recognize myself. I was coming dozens of times a day. I had always liked rough sex, but I was discovering how much I got off on being treated without restraint, letting myself be used, losing control completely.

On the Monday of the last week, I couldn’t take my abandoned pussy anymore. After five of them took turns giving me a double, I slipped away to the shower. I turned the water all the way up and aimed the shower head straight at my clit. I held back the urge to scream so they wouldn’t hear me, but when I opened my eyes one of them was looking at me from the doorway. I came anyway, like a fountain.

—Sneaky. Come here.

He took me by the neck to the living room, where three others were.

—I caught her masturbating. And she came too.

—Then I guess we’ll have to punish her, won’t we?

I thought they’d fuck me. They had something better.

***

They tied me to the table, completely immobilized, unable to move a single inch. They set the machine to maximum speed and, within minutes, I was already coming.

—See this? It’s a timer. I’m setting it to twenty-four hours. That’s how long you’re going to have the toy giving it to you. That’ll teach you.

—What? Are you crazy?

—I don’t give a fuck what you think. And you’re coming like a fountain, so don’t pretend otherwise.

He was right. For a whole day the machine never stopped. Sometimes they lowered the speed so that, according to them, I could sleep, but the pleasure was too intense to close my eyes. Later they told me they had kept count: sixty-four times.

When Adrián arrived, I was still hooked up to the device, coming and begging them to stop. As soon as the timer went off and they untied me, I collapsed to the floor. He picked me up, threw me on the bed, and took his cock out.

—Adrián, wait, I’ve been on the machine for twenty-four hours. I can’t take any more.

—I just saw you coming nonstop. It can’t have been that bad.

—It hurts, seriously.

—I came here to fuck you, and that’s what I’m going to do.

I tried to get up, but he shoved me face down and sank into my ass. I asked him to stop, though the truth was that his cock felt so good I couldn’t hide it, and how turned on I was gave me away. I came like a fountain again.

—I’m coming, Adrián.

He kept going until he emptied himself, then let out a whistle.

—Ass free, boys! —and three others came in to take over without mercy.

***

I never thought it could feel like this much. When the month finally came to an end, my forty friends were gathered in the living room and my ass was so stretched open I no longer knew where my limits were.

—You’ve made it, Lorena. Tell me: do you want to rest, or do you want us to fuck your pussy like you’ve spent a month wanting us to?

—That’s not something you ask —I said, spreading my legs on the sofa—. I beg you to fuck me right now and leave my pussy as open as my ass is.

They’re very obliging. They were on me in an instant. One put me on top of him and thrust into my pussy. Before I could scream, a second cock was shoved in there too.

—Yes, fuck, thank you, I’m coming —was all I managed to say.

I came like a waterfall the moment they filled me, and over the following hours forty men made me come more times than I could count while they fucked my pussy without pause. I let them use me like a doll. I was theirs, and I loved it. When they were all done, I cleaned each one of them with my tongue.

***

Hours later I was alone in the house, satisfied and happy. But I already missed the weight of a body on top of me, and a new idea was starting to grow in my head. It wasn’t just another fantasy: it was a limit, something risky, and I couldn’t stop turning it over.

I picked up the phone.

—Hi, Adrián. I’m calling because I’ve come up with something new...