The Party with His Friends Started Before the Doorbell

Iván and I organized a get-together with his friends right at the start of summer break. The idea was to get to know each other a little better, because we only knew one another through other people. On paper, it was a quiet evening. In practice, we both knew exactly what could happen, and we rented a nice apartment in a central area so we wouldn’t be at our house.

We arrived before anyone else to get everything ready. As soon as I closed the door behind us, the flirting started. Iván knows I can’t be alone with him for too long without feeling like doing something to him, and I knew he was counting on that.

My outfit had been chosen to leave his friends speechless. A short black ruffled skirt that barely covered my ass, seamed stockings in the back, a sheer lace blouse with long sleeves and, underneath, a deep red bra with translucent cups that let anyone looking carefully see my nipples. The thong was an animal-print string with a waistband that said “Victoria,” marking my hips like a signature.

I walked up to him and we kissed. While Iván’s tongue searched for mine, my hands went down and I found his cock already hard. I unbuttoned his pants and knelt in the kitchen with the ease of someone who knows what she’s doing. When it came out, I paused for a second to look at the vein on the top, that vein I’m obsessed with, and I watched the head swell wet with anticipation.

I took it into my mouth like it was a candy I’d been craving for months. I rolled it around with my tongue, licked the tip, moaned as I coated it in saliva. Then I took it all the way in, as deep as it would fit, and my eyes filled with tears. I pulled it out dripping with spit and smeared that drool on my face like a mark, as if I wanted to go greet his friends smelling like him.

—Do you want me to drain you before, or should we save it for later? —he asked me.

—Mmm-hmm, now —I answered with my mouth full.

He knew the answer before he asked the question. He loves knowing I’m out in the world with his taste on my lips, saying hello to people. I felt him swell even more and he let all the hot cum spill between my lips. I smiled, let a white thread run from the corner of my mouth, caught it with my finger, and ran it over his cock to clean it. I fixed my lipstick in the hallway mirror. Three minutes later, the doorbell rang.

—Ready? —he said, looking me up and down without hiding it.

I nodded and opened the door. Diego and Tomás came in with nervous smiles. I kissed them on the cheek, one and then the other, and got myself off thinking about how I was passing their friend’s traces onto their skin without them knowing. It was my welcome signature.

I hugged them, pressing my breasts against them, and I felt their eyes run over every inch: the skirt, the stockings, the sheer lace, the red bra, the nipples peeking out as if the fabric didn’t exist. They talked while looking at Iván, but their eyes kept coming back to me every other sentence.

—Want a beer? —I asked, leaning on Diego’s shoulder to straighten up with exaggerated calm.

They both nodded almost at once. I walked toward the kitchen knowing they were watching me, deliberately swinging my hips. I bent down in front of the fridge to take them from the lower shelf. The skirt rode up just enough to reveal the beginning of my ass trapped in the stockings, and I stayed like that a second longer than necessary. When I came back with the bottles, I had the feeling I’d left them a postcard burned into their heads.

I pulled a dining chair in front of the sofa where they’d settled in. Diego, Iván and Tomás, the three of them lined up as if waiting their turn. I crossed my legs slowly, left them slightly parted while we talked, leaned forward so they could see my breasts from another angle. I could tell when their gaze slipped every time I changed position. I could feel it in my own body too: my nipples so hard they were already rubbing uncomfortably against the cups.

—Want another round? —I asked, and before they could answer I stood up.

To get to the kitchen I had to pass between the sofa and the coffee table. The space was narrow, so my ass brushed Diego’s face first and then Tomás’s. Nothing obvious. Just enough to make the contact seem intentional. I didn’t apologize. I came back with three beers and, when I opened them, the foam overflowed. Before handing them over, I licked the foam from the base to the mouth with a little moan that escaped me on its own. I took a sip from each one to make sure no more would spill, slipping the bottle between my lips as if it were something else. I handed them over. They froze.

—Let’s put on some music —said Iván.

The song we always dance to came on. Iván grabbed my waist and moved me roughly, lifting my skirt with every turn. When it ended, instead of letting me go, I stood in front of his friends, pulled my skirt up to my waist and stayed like that, looking at them.

—I know you’re dying for it —I said—. Better look closely. Do you like it?

—Of course we do, but we want to see more. And touch.

—Earn it. Convince me.

***

Their erections were hard beneath their pants. All three were no longer even pretending. I got so turned on I soaked my thong when I realized that, for them, nobody else existed in that moment, that their whole world fit inside my curves. An idea came to me.

—The stockings are bothering me. Do you mind if I take them off?

I stood with my back to them and pulled them down to my ankles, bending over with my ass in front of their faces. The animal-print string sank into my slit, leaving everything on display between the two tiny triangles. I straightened up with a theatrical sigh of relief.

—Baby, get comfortable, we’re among friends —said Iván—. Right, guys?

—Yeah, yeah, yeah —they answered in unison, like idiots.

—If I get comfortable, so do you. Agreed?

I started taking off my skirt with my back to them, agonizingly slow. Then I took off my blouse from the front. I was left in a thong, red bra and heels. Before going on, let me describe myself. I have an athletic build because I train almost every day. Big breasts, 38DD, never able to be hidden, round ass, toned legs. White skin that gets marked by any slap. Pretty face, eyes between green and brown, loose chestnut hair, and thick-rimmed glasses that give me the air of a sexy secretary. A voluptuous woman, as my love says, worth looking at wherever she appears.

I stood still, watching them.

—What? Am I the only one who gets to be comfortable?

They took off their shirts. I walked in front of them from left to right.

—That’s not enough. I want you in boxer shorts too.

They obeyed without a word. I strolled slowly behind the sofa, running my nails over their shoulders, backs and chests. I felt their skin goosebump. I went back to the kitchen for more bottles and on the way back I walked slowly so they could see my breasts bouncing in the red bra with every step. Iván pulled me between his legs. He started groping my ass while asking the others:

—Do you like it? Without the stockings it looks better, right? Want to touch it?

—Yes —they both said.

—Wait —said Iván, stopping them. Then he looked at me—: Baby, is that okay with you?

—Yes, they’re your friends. I told you I was going to treat them well. But only for today and under my rules. Come on, touch, but gently. If you go too far, it’s over.

Iván and I kissed while six hands kneaded my ass, my hips, my back. Five minutes like that. We stopped kissing and I told them to run their tongues like they were eating ice cream, slowly and wet. The two of them started doing it, licking me from the waist to my slit, while still squeezing me with all those hands. I squeezed Iván’s cock through his boxers and a long moan escaped me. It was a new sensation, an intensity I hadn’t felt before.

—Enough. Back to your places.

Inside, I was dying for Iván to split me in two right there and then. On the outside, I pretended to be in control.

***

They went back to the sofa: Diego, Iván, Tomás. I sat between Iván and Diego. The sofa was made for three and there were four of us, very tightly packed. The conversation kept getting hotter while I let my hands drop without hiding them onto the cocks of the two men beside me, pressing lightly over their boxers.

—What about me? I’m far away —Tomás complained.

—You’re right, we should be fair.

I leaned over Iván with my breasts out, giving Diego my ass, until I reached Tomás on the other end. I stroked his cock through the fabric. When I tried to get back to my place, they wouldn’t let me. Iván took my legs and lifted me onto the three of them face down. I ended up with my breasts over Tomás’s crotch, my pussy over Iván’s, and my legs crossing Diego’s.

—Didn’t see that one coming. But since I’m here, give me a massage. Gentle. Just caresses.

Six hands again. Three erections against my body. I got soaked all the way to my thigh. Without thinking, I started stroking their cocks through their boxers and another moan slipped out of me. Iván asked me in my ear:

—Can I touch you, baby?

—Yes. But only you.

He moved my thong aside and put his fingers inside me. I started to tremble. Between the six-handed massage and Iván’s fingers opening me up, I came twice in a row, deliciously, clinging to the sofa as if I were about to fall out of the world.

When I sat up, Iván showed me his fingers shining with my wetness. I took his hand, sucked them one by one, and we kissed.

Just then Lorena texted that she’d be there in ten minutes.

—Well, guys, we need to tidy up so our guest doesn’t see the mess we made.

—But you haven’t shown us your tits —Diego protested—. Before cleaning up, let us see them.

I saw their needy faces, their cocks straining hard beneath their soaked boxers. I pulled my bra down and squeezed my breasts with my hands. All three of them took a hand to their crotches over the fabric.

—Take them out. I want to see too.

Three cocks out, three fists beginning to move slowly while they watched me. I squeezed my breasts again.

—Have you liked all of this?

—Yes, way too much —they said almost in chorus.

That was the plan. I wanted them to remember this day forever. And I thought of how to leave it burned into them.

—Come here. Hug me, all three of you.

They crushed me nicely, all at once. I felt the three hard cocks against my legs and ass. I bent down to kneel, ran my hand over them one by one, and spat into my palm to jerk them all off at once. The scene turned me on so much that I stopped holding back and swallowed Iván’s cock to the hilt in one shot, while still jerking off the other two.

—Hold my hair —I said with his cock stuffed down my throat— or I’ll do it myself.

Both of them grabbed fistfuls of hair immediately, just so they wouldn’t lose my hand on them. Iván shoved my head down to the hilt and my eyes filled with tears. After a couple of minutes like that, the others started begging.

—No, these are my rules —I told them, pulling Iván’s cock out of my mouth like a microphone—. Better remember this image. Take a mental picture. For your memories.

I laughed like a slut in glasses posing for a photo that didn’t exist: Iván’s cock between my lips, Tomás’s in my right hand, Diego’s in my left. Ten seconds like that. Then I asked them to help me up.

We started getting dressed again. My hair loose was annoying me.

—This hair is in my way. What do you think of this?

I turned my back to them, pulled my animal-print thong down in a movement straight out of an ad, and spread my ass so they could see all the way into my soul. Then I made myself a ponytail by tying my hair with the thong itself.

—Tomás, go to my bag and hand me another one. The one you like best and think your friends will like.

He came back almost running with a white lace thong. I put it on, pulled my skirt up, and showed them how it disappeared in the back and drew my lips in the front.

—Did Tomás choose well? Diego? Love?

I knew they’d say yes.

The doorbell rang right after.

—Wait. I’m putting on my stockings and I’ll go.

It was Lorena. Alone. She came in apologizing because her friend had canceled at the last minute, but she was not missing this party for anything in the world. She really wanted to meet me. Iván had told her a lot about me.

To be continued...