The Siesta Camila Turned Into Her Fantasy

We’d known Camila for years, but she never stopped seeming impossible to us. Blonde, blue-eyed, and with a laugh that could be heard half a block away, she was the kind of woman who turns into a legend in a small town without even trying. She had just turned twenty-three and walked in a way that left conversations half-finished. She wore low-cut tops on purpose, knew she wore them, and enjoyed watching us try not to stare.

There were five of us friends, and each of us carried a lifelong nickname. We called Damián Yeta because bad luck followed him like a shadow. The shortest one we called Ratón. Mine was Dálmata because of some birthmarks I have on my back. There was Coco, white as milk and with an unruly mop of hair that couldn’t be combed into place. And the biggest one was Oso, though the nickname didn’t come from his size but from that time he forgot deodorant and we never let him forget it.

Camila was charming with people she liked and razor-sharp with anyone who got too clever for his own good. She feared nothing and no one. She liked showing herself off, but God help the man who touched her without permission. Once, some guy at a corner shop got too confident and put his hand where it didn’t belong. She made such a scene it could be heard all the way to the square, and the poor bastard ended up apologizing in front of half a dozen neighbors. Showing herself was her decision; everyone else could only look.

You have to understand what life is like in a town far from the capital. Customs weigh more than laws, and among them all, the siesta was sacred. Between half past one and half past four in the afternoon, in the middle of summer, the town disappeared. Shops closed, the streets emptied, and adults shut themselves in to sleep until the sun went down. Those were the hottest hours, and no one wanted to be outside. The streets looked like a set without actors.

That Monday was one of the hottest of the year. We were coming out of the workshop where the five of us worked, our clothes still stuck to our bodies, when we ran into Camila. She was wearing a light skirt and a T-shirt that the sweat had turned sheer; her hard nipples showed through the wet fabric, and none of us could look away. She casually suggested that instead of going home for our siesta, we go have a drink in the square. We told our families we were getting together to chat and followed her like five dogs behind their owner.

We stopped at a kiosk to buy a soda and something to snack on. She walked in front, chatting with Yeta, while the four of us trailed behind, hypnotized by the way the backpack lifted her skirt just enough to reveal the base of her round ass, with no panty line in sight. It didn’t seem to bother her. When we reached the square, she sat on a bench with her legs crossed and looked us over one by one, sizing us up.

“Would you have sex outdoors?” she asked, as casually as if she were asking the time.

We looked at each other and, almost in unison, all five of us said yes. Camila burst out laughing, and the laugh shook her tits in a way that left us breathless. We didn’t care about being mocked. Anything, as long as we could keep looking at her.

“Seriously,” she insisted, chewing a cookie. “It’s a fantasy I’ve been getting myself off with lately, but I can’t find anyone to do it for me. I imagine sucking dicks in the sun, one after another, and I make myself cum just thinking about it in bed.”

Oso was the first to speak, and the rest of us backed him up immediately.

“If it’s with you, it’s worth the risk.”

And was it ever. None of the five of us had much experience, and Camila was the closest thing to a dream we’d ever had within reach. She, far from blushing, let a slow smile spread across her face and ran her tongue over her lips.

“Fine,” she said. “We’ll finish this and you’ll come with me. And let me tell you: today I’m fucking all of you. All five of you. One by one or all together, I don’t care.”

***

We thought she was kidding. We kept eating, talking about work, laughing at anything, sneaking glances at Camila every time she shifted positions. When we finished and were about to say goodbye, she stopped us.

“Come on. I know a place.”

The square was big and round, with streets leading off in every direction. One of them led to a neighborhood of old houses where, she told us, not a soul could be seen at any hour. Camila went there when she wanted to be alone, and by going often she had learned which blocks were completely dead during the siesta. We followed her without saying a word, hearts pounding in our throats and our cocks already starting to swell inside our pants just from watching her walk ahead of us.

She stopped in the middle of a dirt street flanked by walls and dry trees. No one was there. Not a dog, not a car, not a single shutter open. The sun beat down hard and the air shimmered over the ground.

“Here we are,” she said.

She popped a peppermint candy into her mouth, yanked off her T-shirt, and stood there with her tits bare, white and firm, pink nipples pointing upward. Then she pulled her skirt down to her ankles and kicked it aside. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her blond cunt, barely covered by a fine trimmed patch of hair, was already glistening wet under the midday sun. She squatted down slowly without taking her eyes off us, and with a voice that melted us she asked:

“Who do I suck first?”

I froze. Ratón was the quickest and stepped forward. Camila lowered his zipper with a calm that contrasted with what we were doing, grabbed his cock in one motion, and took it halfway into her mouth, closing her eyes as if she were finally tasting something she’d been craving for weeks. She spat on the tip, sucked slowly, worked her hand up and down the shaft while her tongue circled the head. When we saw she meant it, the rest of us came closer, taking our pants off without shame.

She had a skill none of us expected. We formed a semicircle around her, and Camila went from cock to cock like someone sampling five different flavors. She took Ratón’s deep into her throat, pulled it out with a strand of saliva hanging from it, and then moved on to Coco’s. She took mine with both hands, spat on top of it, and started sucking while looking straight into my eyes, cheeks hollowed out, until I felt the tingling at the base and had to bite my lip to hold out. Her tongue circled the tip and a shiver I can’t describe ran through me. When she moved on to someone else, her hand kept jerking off two others so none of us cooled down. Five wet cocks, all from the same mouth, and she loved every second of it, directing us with her eyes.

“Spit on me,” she asked in a hoarse voice. “Spit in my face.”

Oso was first. He spat on her forehead, and the spit slid slowly down her cheekbone. Camila laughed and opened her mouth. Ratón spat inside and she swallowed without closing her eyes.

When she’d finished undressing, I looked around again. There was still not a soul, like a Sunday at dawn. I looked back at her, naked under the sun, her blond hair throwing off golden highlights, saliva running down her chin and neck, and I thought she looked like one of those goddess statues you see in books, except made to be fucked. Her eyes were bright, her face the face of someone with too many choices and no idea where to start.

Yeta threw himself on the ground and she settled back onto him, took hold of his cock with her hand, and drove it into herself in one sit. She moaned loudly when she felt it sink all the way in, and from where I was standing I could see everything: the lips of her cunt opening around the shaft every time she rose, the wetness shining in the sun, the tight little ass exposed to view. The sight left me speechless. She started bouncing on him, bracing herself on her hands behind her, and her tits jumped with every thrust. While she moved on Yeta, she pulled Coco in with one hand and took him into her mouth, and with the other she grabbed my cock and started jerking me off to the rhythm of her hips. Three at once, and she never lost the beat on any of them.

“Faster, Yeta, fuck me faster,” she begged him without letting go of Coco.

Yeta grabbed her by the waist and started driving up into her hard. The dull slap of bodies and the wet sloshing of her cunt could be heard. In a matter of minutes Yeta lifted her slightly, pressed her against his chest, and finished with a grunt against her back, squeezing one tit with one hand and digging his fingers into her hip with the other. She felt him emptying inside her and bit her lower lip without stopping sucking.

Camila pulled my cock out of her mouth for just a second to speak.

“Yeah, cum in my mouth, give me all your cum,” she said, and went right back to sucking me harder, taking me to the back of her throat.

Those words were enough. I came hard, in spurts, and she swallowed the first and let the last splash onto her tongue so she could show them to me before swallowing. She licked her lips, smiled, and wiped one drop with her finger to suck it off. I was left breathless, surprised by myself and burning up.

***

Coco was next. She stood up, dripping Yeta’s cum down her thigh, and climbed onto him face-to-face, jamming him into her at once. From where I stood I could see her back arch and her hair stick to the nape of her neck with sweat. She kissed him with tongue, and the peppermint candy was doing its work: there was no trace of anything in her mouth, only cool freshness and want. She moved her hips on Coco with a long rocking motion, sinking him all the way in and pulling him almost all the way out before dropping down again, while at the same time leaning over to alternate between Oso and Ratón, sucking us like she was hungry. She spat on their tips, grabbed their balls, ran one cock across her cheek and the other across her lips.

“Fuck my cunt, Coco, fuck it right,” she told him between sucks.

Coco gripped her waist and started lifting her hips off the ground to drive into her from below. She moaned louder and louder, careless about the noise, and in the empty street each moan bounced off the walls. Ratón grabbed her head with both hands and started moving her mouth to his rhythm, fucking her face without restraint. Camila let him, eyes half-closed and tears welling at the effort. Ratón held her by the nape, pushed two more times deeper, and finished by spilling all his cum down her throat. She took it without wasting a drop, swallowing with every thrust, then looked over her shoulder at Coco.

“I want you inside me too,” she said, squeezing her cunt around his cock. “Fill me.”

Coco, beneath her, pushed a couple more times, grabbed her hips, and gave her what she wanted with a long groan. Camila rose slightly and let the cum run down the inside of her thigh to her knee.

Oso, true to his reputation as a daredevil, came up behind her with his cock in hand.

“Camila, can I fuck your ass?”

“I love it when they fuck me there,” she answered without hesitation, spitting on her hand and reaching back to prepare herself. “But go slow at first, you’re big.”

She lifted her hips and lowered her torso until her breasts rested on the ground. With her hand she spread one cheek and showed him her tight little ass, still closed, gleaming with spit. Oso spat on her asshole and rubbed the tip against the hole for a while before starting to push. He entered carefully, first just the head, and Camila clenched her teeth and let out a long moan. He stayed still for a few seconds, letting her breathe, and once she got used to it the rest went in little by little until his balls were pressed against her ass.

“Now fuck my ass,” she gasped. “Destroy it.”

Oso started slow and gradually picked up the pace until he was ramming her with all his weight. Camila straightened up again with her hands on the ground, while Yeta and I came closer once more, recovered and hard again. She took us both in with half-closed eyes, grabbed one cock in each hand, and jerked them to the rhythm of Oso’s blows to her ass. She moaned without restraint, hair tousled, mouth open.

In the middle of her pleasure she looked at me, stopped everything for a second, and asked Oso to lie down on the ground. We obeyed without a peep; none of us wanted it to end. When Oso was on his back, she settled on top of him again, sat back down impaling herself on his cock in her ass, and once it was inside she lay down on him and lifted her legs. Oso held them apart, spreading them wide and exposing her cunt, wet and red, throbbing.

“You too, come on,” she told me, nodding toward her cunt. “Put it in there. I want both at the same time.”

I entered slowly, kneeling between their open legs. Her cunt was so wet my cock slid all the way in without resistance. I could feel Oso’s cock through the thin barrier between us, throbbing against mine, a new and strange sensation that raised goosebumps all over my skin. Camila let out a hoarse cry when she felt herself filled twice over and sank her nails into my arm.

“My God, like that, like that,” she kept repeating. “Fuck me between you, don’t stop.”

Yeta knelt beside her face and put his cock in her mouth. Camila licked as best she could between groan after groan, her throat forced wide, and I found a slow rhythm that seemed to hit her in exactly the right place. Every time I went down, Oso went up, and she was trapped between us, moaning around Yeta’s cock. I felt Oso’s pulse speed up until he finished in her ass with a long grunt, and the sensation of feeling another man cum a centimeter from my cock dragged me along with him. I emptied everything into her cunt, pushing all the way in, and stayed still for a while, throbbing, feeling her clench with every spasm. Yeta pulled his cock out of her mouth and spat hot cum onto her tits and neck.

For a moment Camila stayed there with her head thrown back, her face transformed by a mix of pleasure and boldness I’d never seen in anyone in my life, her cunt and ass both spilling semen at the same time over Oso’s stomach.

***

I thought that was the end of it, but she had energy to spare. She stood up, legs trembling, ran two fingers through her cunt to gather the cum, and brought them to her mouth. Ratón came over reloaded and grabbed her by the hair.

“On your knees,” he ordered, excited.

“Yes, sir,” she answered, laughing, and got on her knees.

Coco and Yeta occupied her mouth again, one at a time, while Ratón tapped her cheeks with his cock and covered her face in spit. Camila, among all of us, asked to be handled a little more firmly, and we played along within the limits she set.

“Like that’s how you like it, whore?” Yeta asked her, teasing, taking her by the nape.

“Yeah, like that, fuck my mouth, harder, deeper,” she answered between gagging, laughter, and moans.

Yeta shoved his cock all the way in and left it there for a few seconds, her nose pressed against his balls. Camila took it, eyes watering, until Yeta let her go and she sucked in air with a thick string of saliva hanging down onto her chest.

I, having come only a little while before, was still hard and hadn’t gone soft. I asked Coco if he minded giving me the turn and he said he preferred to stay where he was, in Camila’s mouth. So I took advantage of the moment to lift her up, bend her against the wall, and fuck her standing from behind, all the way in, just for the hell of it. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her hard, watching her white ass bounce against my pelvis and turn red with the impact. I gave her one soft slap and then a harder one. She arched her back and asked for more. Coco, in front, kept fucking her face nonstop until she threw her head back, finishing too, leaving cum hanging from her lip.

Oso came back once more, hard again, and I, not wanting to finish but still firm, lay down on the ground when she asked me to. Camila settled on top of me, sat down slowly until she took it in her ass this time, and let out a long sigh when I drove her to the base. Oso penetrated her from the front while holding her legs, pushing his cock into her cunt, and the same scene as before repeated itself with the roles reversed. I felt his thrusts through her, strong and steady, his cock brushing mine with every lunge. The other three were now only watching, jerking off slowly around us, and Camila’s face, eyes lost, was the most beautiful thing in the whole afternoon.

Oso nibbled gently at her pink nipples while I held her by the nape and stroked her mouth with my fingers, not letting her close her lips so that every moan came out clear and clean. She sucked on my fingers as if they were another cock.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, and her whole body shook. “Oh, I’m cumming, don’t stop...”

I felt her tighten in the ass around my cock in a long spasm, felt everything contract, and in that same moment Oso gave one last thrust and stayed still, throbbing. I felt him finish inside her cunt through her, his hot pulse pressed against mine.

He pulled out, and so did I, and she stood up, panting, her breath coming in ragged bursts and both loads sliding down the insides of her thighs. I was still hard, so I wrapped my arms around her from behind, grabbed one tit with one hand, and with the other rubbed her swollen clit while I jerked myself off with my cock pressed against her ass. I whispered filthy things in her ear as they came to me and finished on her back and the base of her ass, marking her like the others. Camila laughed, exhausted and happy, reached back to gather the cum, licked her fingers, and let herself fall sitting on the dirt floor, semen dripping everywhere.

The five of us collapsed around her, speechless, staring up at the white-hot sky. We took a few minutes to catch our breath before starting to look for the clothes scattered around.

“Thank you,” she said, still not getting up, with dried cum on her tits and chin. “That was exactly this.”

It was an afternoon none of the five of us would ever forget. The street stayed as empty as when we arrived, the town kept sleeping its sacred siesta, and we went home with a secret that would bind us forever. Camila had fulfilled her fantasy, and in the process she had ruined us for anything that came after.