The Weekend I Planned for Twelve Strangers
There was a moment, while I was reviewing the confirmation list on the screen, when I thought I had gone insane. Twelve names. Twelve adult people who had said yes to spending two naked nights in a country house with eleven strangers. Twelve people who were trusting me to make it work.
My name is Marcos, I’m thirty-one, I live in Zaragoza, and I work in logistics. Nothing extraordinary. But for months I had been carrying around an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone: to organize a real erotic weekend, carefully planned, with clear rules and no improvisation. Not a chaotic orgy. Something with structure, with rhythm, with purpose.
I started by looking for the house. I found it after three weeks of browsing ads: an estate in the foothills of the Pyrenees, forty minutes from the nearest town, with a pool, five bedrooms, and a living room big enough to gather twelve people standing without anyone stepping on anyone else. I rented it for the last weekend in September. The nights were already cooling down, but the days were still good for the pool and for being outside.
Then came the hardest part.
***
Finding people willing to take part in something like that isn’t difficult in theory. In practice, it’s a constant filter. There were people who said yes and then disappeared. There were people who showed up with conditions that contradicted the basic rules. There were couples who claimed they wanted to share experiences but, when it came to specifics, backed out. One man contacted me saying he’d be coming with his girlfriend, and two days before admitted he was coming alone. One couple insisted they would only touch each other during the games, which went against the whole concept from the start.
The rules were simple, but non-negotiable.
First: for those two days, nobody would wear clothes inside the house or in the garden. Total nudity from the very beginning, with no exceptions and no tolerated embarrassment. Second: in the organized games, couples would fuck other people. If someone came with a partner and wasn’t willing to watch their partner take another cock inside them or another cunt in their face, they shouldn’t come. Third: if a game paired you with someone who wasn’t your first choice, you’d take it in your mouth or fuck them anyway. The goal was for no one to feel excluded or rejected at any point.
In the end, twelve people confirmed.
The women were: Valeria, thirty-four, brunette, short hair, clearly marked curves, and big tits that entered the room before she did. Lucía, twenty, redhead, thin, with the body of a girl who doesn’t know how beautiful she is, Diego’s partner. Carmen, twenty-five, blonde, short, with a sweet face that contrasted with the whore’s look she sometimes gave you. Rebeca, eighteen, dark brunette, with a round, perky ass that was a statement of intent every time she moved. Silvia, forty, blonde, elegant, with the biggest tits in the group and that way of moving women have when they know exactly which cock they want, Álvaro’s partner. And Elena, thirty, full-figured but with a beautiful face and that kind of soft, warm body that invites you to sink into it, Tomás’s partner.
The men: me. Rafael, thirty-five, former athlete, with the body that implies. Bruno, twenty-three, the biggest guy in the group and the one who said the least before arriving, looking like he’d have a dick to match the rest. Álvaro, thirty-eight, Silvia’s partner, calm and polite. Diego, nineteen, Lucía’s partner, the youngest of all. And Tomás, twenty-nine, Elena’s partner.
Before closing the list, I asked each of the women whether they’d be willing to eat another woman’s pussy during the games. Most said yes without much hesitation. Silvia and Rebeca preferred to limit themselves to men, just cocks. I noted it down and took it into account when designing the games carefully.
***
The week before the weekend, I sent a daily message to each participant. I didn’t say what was going to happen. I only dropped in images: a possible situation, a suggestion, an unresolved tension. Just enough for them to arrive on Saturday with their cunts wet or their cocks already half hard, without knowing exactly what to expect or who they were going to fuck first.
On Friday afternoon, while I was getting the house ready, arranging the chairs, checking the bathroom, and thinking through the details, I realized I was nervous too. Not the kind of nervousness that paralyzes you. The kind that keeps you alert, with your cock half-mast every time I thought about what was going to happen in less than twenty-four hours.
***
I arranged the arrivals so the cars wouldn’t arrive together at the entrance. Each person arrived, was greeted by me at the door, and shown to a different bedroom. The instruction was simple: leave your clothes in the room and wait. When everyone was ready, a signal would sound and we’d go out to the living room.
I waited in the central hallway. I heard the last car park. I counted to thirty. I pressed the kitchen intercom button, which I had connected to a small portable speaker in each room. The sound was ridiculous: the digital horn of a toy car I’d found on an app. But it worked.
The doors opened one by one.
There’s no way to fully prepare for that moment. You see eleven naked people you don’t know at all, and they see you. There’s no time to process. There are just tits, shaved cunts, cocks hanging half-awake, round asses, eyes dropping to each other’s crotches without trying to hide it, the feeling that the air in the living room has become denser than before. The eleven of them stayed still for the first few seconds, staring at each other’s tits and cocks, sizing up which cock was going to end up inside which cunt that night.
Then Carmen let out a nervous laugh, and that broke the tension.
—Hi —Rafael said from the sofa, with a calm I found admirable and a thick cock resting against his thigh.
—Hi —three or four voices answered at once.
***
The first game was the introduction. We formed a standing circle in the living room, all twelve of us. I stood in the center to explain the rules.
—Each person goes around the circle —I said—. To each man, you shake hands. To each woman, two options: either two kisses, or a physical gesture of your choice. Nothing beyond a touch. The goal is that by the time we’re done, nobody is a complete stranger to anyone.
I went first.
For the men, a handshake. To Valeria I cupped her cheek with one hand and kissed her neck while with the other I brushed the lower part of her left tit, slowly, feeling the nipple harden against the back of my finger. I kissed Lucía on the shoulder while holding her gaze and running the pad of my thumb over her pink nipple, which went hard instantly. I put both hands on Carmen’s hips for a second, slid one down to graze her ass cheek, and gave her the two kisses with my mouth half open. I took Rebeca gently by the elbow, bit her earlobe very slowly, and with my other hand stroked the curve of her ass, squeezing it for a second before letting go. I kissed Silvia’s wrist, ran my fingers up her forearm, and with my other hand weighed one full tit in my palm, feeling the warm weight of it. To Elena I put one hand on the small of her back and drew her toward me for a second, just enough for her to feel my cock, already semi-hard, against her soft belly.
After me, Valeria made the circuit. She was the shyest in the group, even if she didn’t look it from the outside. To each man she gave a kiss on the forehead while circling his cock with her hand for a moment, not jerking him off, just closing her fingers around the base to gauge what she’d be taking later. It was more intimate than anything else that happened in that round.
Lucía was the revelation. To each man she placed her palm on his chest, found his eyes, and held them for three or four seconds. Then she slid her hand down his abdomen and took his whole cock, squeezing once firmly before letting go and moving on to the next. Without saying anything, without smiling, with that innocent-girl face that made a hand on a cock ten times more pornographic. When she got to me, I could feel perfectly how her hand lingered for a second longer than it had with the others.
When Bruno’s turn came, he kissed each woman at the base of the neck from behind, one hand on her shoulder and the other dropping to cup a breast from the front, squeezing it whole while he nibbled the nape of her neck. There were a few stifled moans among the women waiting their turn.
Rebeca was direct. For each man she ran her fingers along the inner thigh until she got up top, brushed the balls with her fingertips, slid her hand up the already-awake cock with a slow caress from base to head, and went back down. Slow, precise, with that look of hers that asked permission for nothing. She had me completely hard in the time it took her to give me two caresses. To Silvia, who wasn’t taking part in girl-on-girl games, she just gave the two kisses, though with a smile that meant something else.
Silvia made up for it with the men. To each one she gave a long kiss on the mouth, tongue included, unhurried, one hand on the nape of the neck and the other closed directly around the cock, jerking it slowly throughout the kiss. She had that skill of making it seem like you were the only person in the room, even when ten people were watching another man’s cock fill her hand.
By the time we finished the round, seven of the six men had fully hard cocks and the six women had nipples standing out like stones. We were no longer strangers. We were something harder to define: twelve bodies who had touched for the first time, with the guarantee that in a few hours they were going to touch much more.
***
Before the main games began, there was a mandatory step: the shower.
It was a practical matter, but I decided to turn it into a game too. The largest bathroom in the house had a built-in shower with a glass enclosure. I placed ten chairs in front of it, like a small room with a stage. The showers would be done in pairs assigned by lottery: one person showered while the other soaped them up. Five minutes per pair. During the first four, the person showering was not allowed to touch the other or ask for anything specific. Just let themselves be handled.
The draw paired me with Valeria as the person I would shower, and with Carmen as the one who would shower me afterward.
Valeria went into the shower first. I turned on the tap and adjusted the temperature while she stood under the stream. Water hit her and ran down her body, sliding between her big tits, down her belly and over the dark trimmed patch of her cunt. The ten people waiting outside the glass settled into their chairs and prepared to watch.
I stood behind her and started slowly. Hands on her shoulders, following the water downward. No rush. I noticed her breathing more slowly than usual, aware of every movement I made and of my hard cock pressing against the small of her back.
I took the soap and worked it into a lather between my hands before putting them on her skin. I started with her back, this time with more pressure, working the muscles as if giving a long massage. I moved down her waist, over her ass, sliding soapy fingers between the two cheeks, gliding along the cleft until I brushed her hole and went back up. Down her thighs, up again. I repeated it twice without stopping, each time pushing my fingers deeper between her cheeks, pressing my thumb against the tight little hole without quite pushing it in all the way.
When I ran my hands over her tits from behind, I noticed she leaned her head slightly toward me. My hands, full of soap, covered both tits completely, squeezing them, moving them in circles, taking her hard nipples between my index finger and thumb and stretching them carefully. She let out a low moan that only I could hear clearly, but it showed in the way her back arched.
I slid one hand down her abdomen. I reached where the skin curved inward. I stopped for a second. Then I laid my palm flat over her cunt, not moving, just with the water falling over both of us and my cock, already fully hard, pressed against her ass.
Then I moved my fingers.
The cunt was wet inside in a way that had nothing to do with the water. I parted her lips with two fingers and searched for her clit with the pad of my middle finger, swollen and slick beneath my fingertip. She opened her legs a handspan, no longer trying to hide it. I rubbed her clit in slow circles while with the other hand I kept squeezing one tit from behind. Then I slid my hand down and pushed one whole finger inside her. She let out a gasp. I added another. She was tight, hot, swallowing my fingers to the knuckles every time I pushed them in. I pulled them out dripping and pushed them back in, slow at first, faster after that, while with my other hand I took the shower head and aimed the stream directly at her clit. Hot water hammering down on it and my two fingers coming in and out of her cunt at the same time, alternating, varying the pressure.
Valeria grabbed the handle fixed to the wall. She started moving her hips against my hand, fucking my fingers herself. I could feel the walls of her cunt tightening around them, and I knew she was going to come before the signal sounded.
—Ah… ah, fuck… —she whispered, biting her lip so she wouldn’t scream in front of the other ten.
I shoved my fingers in to the hilt, curling them upward, and pressed the stream right onto her swollen clit. She came with a long shudder that ran through her legs, and I felt her cunt milking my fingers in hot spasms.
When the five-minute signal sounded, Valeria took a second to react. My fingers were still inside her.
—God —she said softly.
The ten people watching from their chairs heard it perfectly. I pulled my fingers out slowly, gleaming, and brought them to my mouth without looking at anyone. She turned around, face red and eyes glassy, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before leaving.
***
Carmen was waiting outside the shower when I came out. We stepped in together under the water.
She was smaller than Valeria, more agile, with small, perky tits and very pink nipples, and a completely shaved cunt that could be seen in full whenever she spread her thighs even a centimeter. She positioned herself behind me and started with my shoulders, as I had done. But Carmen had her own ideas about how to shower someone.
While she soaped up my back, she pressed her body against mine from behind. Her hard nipples against my back, her belly against my kidneys, the nonexistent patch of hair at her pubis rubbing against my ass. The soap made everything slippery. She stuck to me as if she were part of the process, moving her hips in small circles, fucking the air against me.
When her hands came around to the front of my waist, she didn’t wait or feel around. She wrapped one hand around my cock and took me straight away, closing all five fingers around the shaft. With her other hand she took my balls and weighed them, squeezing very gently.
—You deserve it —she told me in my ear, her voice low and rough—. For all the trouble you went to organizing this. Let’s see what a delicious cock you’ve got.
And she didn’t let go.
She started jerking me slowly, her hand full of soap sliding along the whole length, from base to head, twisting her wrist at the tip on every upward stroke. Her thumb pressed me right below the head every time she got to the top. She was fucking my fist with a rhythm that knew exactly what it was doing.
The rest of the group was watching from the chairs. Diego and Lucía at the back, hands intertwined and her fingers drawing slow circles over the back of his hand, though Lucía already had her other hand between her legs, touching herself openly. Rafael with his arms crossed, his hard cock against his thigh and an expression that was hard to read. Rebeca with her legs crossed and her chin resting in her palm, nipples erect, following everything without missing a detail. Silvia ran her tongue over her lips every time Carmen squeezed harder.
Carmen knew what she was doing. She changed hands and took me with the other while the first one stroked my balls and slid up to my perineum, pressing there with the pad of her finger while she jerked me faster. Then she crouched down, still behind me, brought her hands around the front between my legs, took my balls with one hand and kept jerking me with the other while she bit my left ass cheek.
She came back up, pressed herself against my back again, and sped up. The combination was too much: the heat of the water, her hard tits against my back, the pressure changing without warning, the fact that eleven people were watching exactly how a stranger was giving me a handjob, how my cock tightened in her fist with every upward stroke.
—Come —she whispered in my ear—. Come for everyone.
When I finished, I did it helplessly and without trying to hide it. I let out a low groan and came in spurts against the shower enclosure, semen sliding thickly down the glass in full view of the ten people watching from the chairs. Carmen didn’t let go, kept squeezing and milking me slowly until the very last drop, shaking me with her fist until nothing else came out.
Rebeca let out a low laugh. Silvia clapped once, very slowly.
Carmen let go and kissed me on the shoulder before turning off the tap. Then she brought the fingers that were coated with cum to her mouth and sucked them one by one, never taking her eyes off me.
***
The showers continued. Each pair had its own rhythm, its own dynamic. Diego, at nineteen, took three minutes to come in Silvia’s hand, even though she was twenty years older and knew exactly what to do with that young cock from the first second: she gave him a two-handed handjob, one on the shaft and the other playing with the balls, and when she felt he was close she turned, knelt under the water, and took him all the way into her mouth, swallowing everything that came out. Diego gripped the enclosure with both hands and shouted without restraint. Lucía, from her chair, put her fingers to her cunt and didn’t take them out until the end.
Elena and Rafael took the full five minutes as if nobody were watching. Rafael soaped her all over with obscene slowness, taking the time to squeeze her big, soft tits against the glass, to slide his hand between her legs from behind and find her cunt with two fingers until she started panting against the wall. He licked her neck and bit the nape of it while he finger-fucked her, and when she came she did it with a muffled cry that made Tomás, her partner, clench his fists in his chair and get hard as a rock watching another man make his woman come.
Álvaro soaped Rebeca with a concentration and slowness that kept the other men very still in their chairs. He ran his hands over that round ass of hers for what felt like forever, spread her cheeks under the stream, slipped a finger into her cunt from behind with the girl bent forward, leaning against the glass with her tits flattened against the enclosure so we could all see them distorted against the pane. Rebeca looked straight ahead at those of us seated there, mouth half open while Álvaro finger-fucked her cunt from behind with two fingers and ran his thumb over her hole. She came while looking directly into my eyes.
Bruno and Lucía ended up with the glass fogged over and Lucía on her knees at the end of the five minutes, with Bruno’s huge cock buried to her throat. The twenty-year-old redhead, Diego’s girlfriend, sucked it like she hadn’t tasted a cock in months. Bruno held her head with both hands and thrust in short bursts against her mouth. When the signal sounded, Lucía pulled the cock out of her mouth, dripping saliva, took it by the base, and kept jerking him while looking Diego in the eye until Bruno came in spurts over the redhead’s small tits. Diego, in his chair, had his cock in his hand and came almost at the same time over his own belly without touching himself more than twice.
By the time the last pair finished, night had already fallen outside and the living room had a different temperature. Not physical heat. Something else. Something denser, heavier, with no precise name, but everyone recognized it: twelve bodies already tested, twelve cunts and twelve cocks that had already touched, with a powerful appetite for much more.
I stood up in the center of the group again, just like at the beginning, with my cock half hard again after coming in the shower.
—Two nights left —I said—. The real games haven’t even started yet.
No one protested. No one asked what came next. There were just twelve naked people in a living room in the middle of the countryside, far from anything else, with wet cunts and ready cocks, willing to fuck whatever and whoever.
It was exactly what I had wanted.
