Threesome in the Locker Room and the Guard’s Office

If someone had told me at the beginning of that term that Vera was going to become the center of our fantasies and our madness, I would have laughed in his face. She started out as a close friend, one of those women who seem quiet until they hold your gaze for two seconds too long and make it clear they’re thinking exactly what you are. I sat beside her almost every afternoon, with Mauro on her other side. That closeness, innocent at first, slowly rotted with desire until we could no longer pretend to be normal.

We were adults, enrolled in a night technical-training program, and there had been something strange about the atmosphere from the beginning: people exhausted from work, teachers who barely controlled the classroom, and too many hours shut in together not to start fantasizing about anyone who brushed your leg beneath the desk. Vera understood it before we did. One night she grabbed my wrist under the desk, brought it to her thigh, and pressed it against herself.

—Don’t play the saint —she whispered—. You’ve had a hard-on for an hour.

I did. And so did Mauro. She noticed both of us, and instead of pulling away, she smiled.

For weeks she sought us out with increasingly blatant provocation. She jerked us off in secret during class with a calmness that drove me crazy. She slipped her hand beneath the desk, unbuttoned just enough, pulled our cocks through the fabric, and moved them slowly, squeezing with her fingers whenever she felt one of us was about to come. Then she would stop, lick her fingers shamelessly, and go on taking notes as if nothing had happened.

She wasn’t a shy woman. She was voracious. We discovered just how much the first time she let us spill our cum across her face during an improvised gathering with several friends from the group. After that there was no turning back. Vera didn’t want discretion out of modesty, but for convenience. She liked being shared, she liked the attention, and above all she liked semen. She didn’t disguise it with romance. She asked for it. She sought it out. She celebrated it.

With Mauro and me, she had a different kind of trust. We were the closest ones, the ones who saw her almost every day, the ones who endured her looks in class and her foot sliding up our calves whenever the teacher turned around. When the routine of secret blowjobs no longer satisfied us, she herself suggested finding a better place somewhere on the grounds. A place where she could suck us calmly, without the ridiculous rush of desks and notebooks.

On Fridays, before the shift’s last physical activity, the complex became chaotic. Several classes converged in the sports area, security grew lax, and there was a side building with locker rooms that almost nobody used at that hour. That was where the three of us began sneaking off. We would lock the last stall or hide in the shower room at the back, and Vera would kneel without needing to be asked.

The first time I saw her on her knees there, her sports shirt pulled up beneath her breasts, I understood that we weren’t playing anymore. Mauro leaned against the wall, I held her hair, and she opened her mouth, looking up with an expression of hunger that drew a moan from me before I even felt her tongue. She sucked us unhurriedly, alternating between one cock and the other, licking the heads, sucking hard, swallowing as she jerked us off at the same time.

—That’s it, slut —Mauro muttered, his back against the tiles—. Don’t leave either one alone.

She let out a brief, wet laugh and took my cock as deep as she could. It gagged her, but she didn’t pull away. On the contrary: she breathed through her nose, looked at me with tearful eyes, and went down again. Every Friday she improved. She learned our rhythms, knew when to squeeze, when to use her tongue, when to take one of us all the way down while giving the other a brutal handjob, her wrist twisting rapidly.

We spent more than an hour hidden away. Sometimes we came twice each. Other times, when she was especially worked up, she let us paw at her everywhere while she sucked. We opened her pants, put our hands inside, fondled her ass, pinched her nipples through her sports bra. She never let us fuck her. She let us finger her, lick her pussy until she trembled, even spread her cheeks and kiss her ass, but whenever we tried to take out a condom or position her against the wall, she laughed and said not yet.

That not yet stayed lodged in us for months.

***

The day everything changed began like any other Friday. Vera arrived wearing the tight pants from the sports uniform and one of those smiles that already announced trouble. Mauro and I had been hard since the second hour. The moment we entered the side locker room, she herself slid the bolt on the large stall and unzipped her jacket.

—Today I want you to fill my mouth —she said—. Don’t hold anything back.

We didn’t even have to answer. I pulled her shirt over her head, Mauro lowered her top, and her small breasts were exposed, hard from the cold in the room and from arousal. I bent down to bite one nipple while Mauro unbuttoned her pants. She moaned, grabbed both of us by the nape, and then sat on the narrow bench in the stall as if it were her throne.

We pulled out our cocks almost at the same time. Vera looked at them with a dirty, satisfied gleam, licked her lips, and started with Mauro, sucking the tip while jerking me off. Her fingers closed firmly, without tenderness, moving up and down at a good pace. I slipped two fingers into her pussy beneath her underwear and she nearly doubled over.

—Fuck... yes... like that... —she whispered.

I pushed aside the soaked fabric and began really fucking her with my fingers, burying them until I could feel her walls tightening around them. Vera moaned with her mouth occupied, leaving Mauro’s cock shining with saliva. Then she turned toward me, took me all the way into her mouth, and Mauro took the opportunity to grab one of her tits and squeeze it while I pushed her face toward my pubic bone. We liked seeing her used like that, full, forced to attend to two things at once.

We were in the middle of it—my cock going in and out of her mouth, Mauro’s hand on her breast and mine between her legs—when we heard the main door of the locker room fly open.

We froze.

Heavy footsteps. Then silence. Then someone’s shadow on the other side of the stall.

I still had my cock out. So did Mauro. Vera was half naked, her mouth swollen from so much sucking and her bra rolled around one arm. The stall door opened slowly.

It was Salcedo, one of the complex’s security guards. Tall, broad-shouldered, not especially old, but with the presence of a man accustomed to giving orders. He watched us for one long second without saying anything. First Vera, sitting there and panting; then our hard cocks; then her hands, still gripping us.

I thought he was going to throw us out, make a scene, call someone. Instead, he turned around, walked to the locker room’s main door, and locked it. The metallic click echoed in my head much louder than any shout.

He came back calmly. He stood in front of us. Vera didn’t look away. On the contrary, she looked at him the way a hungry bitch looks when another plate is set before her.

Salcedo opened his pants without hurrying.

—If you’re going to put on this show in my area —he said at last, his voice deep—, you could at least invite me.

Vera let out a broken exhalation that was almost a moan of pure arousal. Neither Mauro nor I said anything. There was no need. She leaned forward, pulled down the guard’s underwear, and freed his still half-hard cock. It was thick, heavier than ours. She held it in both hands, licked his balls first, slowly, then ran her tongue up the entire shaft to the tip.

Seeing it left me rooted to the spot. Not only because it was unexpected, but because of the way Vera changed in front of someone new: more obedient, hungrier, sluttier. She jerked him off with short, steady strokes, then began taking him into her mouth little by little until he was fully hard. Salcedo gripped her chin, pulled him out, and tapped her lips with the tip.

—Open wide.

She obeyed instantly. And then he began fucking her mouth.

He wasn’t like us. We often let her set the pace. He didn’t. He held her head with both hands and drove into her with a dry, deep rhythm. Every time he pushed his cock all the way in, Vera drew air through her nose and released a muffled gag. Saliva began streaming from her chin down her neck. Her eyes filled with tears. And even so, she kept rearing up to take more.

Mauro looked at me with the same mixture of surprise and arousal I must have had on my face. While Salcedo used her mouth, she jerked both of us off again, frantic, turned on by the scene. I moved closer and pinched one of her nipples. Mauro opened her pants all the way and put a hand between her legs. She was drenched. Not wet: drenched, hot, slippery, begging for fingers.

He shoved two fingers in at once. Vera moaned around the guard’s cock. Salcedo didn’t slow down. He kept pounding her mouth until his breathing changed and we knew he was about to come.

He pulled out for only an instant to tell her:

—Stick out your tongue.

Vera stuck it out. He came first over her face and then partly inside her open mouth. Thick, abundant jets splattered her cheeks, nose, and lips. She closed her mouth to swallow what had landed inside, then ran her tongue over her upper lip with such shameless happiness that it made my cock tremble.

—Shit... —Mauro murmured.

Salcedo wiped himself with his fingers, looked at her covered in semen, and smiled crookedly.

—Next time don’t hide in here. Come to my office. But finish now, because you’ve already gotten me hard.

He stepped away, adjusted his clothes, and left us locked inside the locker room.

For two seconds nobody moved. Then Vera turned toward us, her face stained and shining, and without wiping herself she took Mauro’s cock between her lips again. I grabbed her hair and positioned myself beside her. She jerked me off forcefully, the guard’s semen still running down to her chin. That image broke my restraint.

—Look at me —I ordered.

I pulled Mauro’s cock from her mouth, forced her to lift her face, and came over her without warning. My cum fell over the other man’s, mixing across her forehead, her mouth, and one breast. Vera parted her lips to receive some on her tongue, and then Mauro grabbed her by the nape and came too, shooting several jets across her cheek and chin.

She closed her eyes and smiled. She smiled for real, as if that thick white mask were exactly what she had been waiting for all week.

***

I wanted to take it as a warning. Mauro did too. Too much risk. Too close to disaster. But Vera didn’t experience it that way. She felt it as an open door. All the following week she talked about the guard, his cock, the way he had fucked her mouth, and the invitation to his office as if it were a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

—You’re not going to let me go alone —she told us on Friday, sitting between us in the empty classroom—. You got me into this. Now you’re coming with me.

—You’re crazy —I told her.

—Yes —she replied without taking offense—. And that’s why you want to see me on my knees.

I couldn’t argue with her. Mauro gave a nervous laugh, but in the end he was the first to stand when class finished. We followed her down the side corridor to the security office in the old wing. She knocked twice. A man’s voice answered from inside.

Not only Salcedo opened the door, but another guard as well, Ferrán, darker-haired, more heavily built, with the look of someone who had already heard far too many details about Vera and was ready to verify them. The office was small: a worn sofa, a desk, a noisy fan, and a door that Salcedo locked as soon as we entered.

—So you really came —he said—. And you brought the little swallower.

Vera didn’t even bother pretending to be offended. She approached Ferrán, placed a hand on his thigh, and smiled.

—If he told you, even better. That saves time.

Ferrán sat on the sofa, spread his legs, and motioned for her to position herself between them. She obeyed immediately. I was still standing, tense and aroused, my cock already begging to come out. Mauro was the same. Salcedo pointed us toward a corner.

—Relax. If she came, it’s because she wants to. And if you came, you do too.

Vera had already lowered Ferrán’s pants. She began sucking him with fierce concentration, licking from the base, sucking the tip, and spitting a little into her hand to jerk him off better. Ferrán stroked her hair, then grabbed her nape and began setting a gentle rhythm. Behind her, Salcedo pulled up her shirt, unclasped her bra, and left her breasts bare.

—Look at her —he told Mauro—. She looks like she was born for this.

He wasn’t exaggerating. Vera alternated between sucking and jerking off as if she needed more hands and more mouths to do everything she wanted. I pulled out my cock. Mauro did too. She saw us from the corner of her eye and let out an approving moan before swallowing more of the guard. Salcedo pinched her nipples, pulled her athletic pants down to her ankles, and left her in her underwear in front of all four of us.

The garment was soaked. He moved it aside with two fingers and gave a low laugh.

—Look at her. Dripping, and they haven’t even fucked her yet.

—Today they will —Vera said, pulling Ferrán’s cock from her mouth for a moment to speak—. Today they’re going to put them in me.

Hearing her say it shook me to the core. Mauro stepped forward. So did I. But Salcedo raised a hand, establishing the order.

—First, she finishes the mouth job.

Vera obeyed again. She swallowed Ferrán to the throat, let him use her for a while, then moved on to Mauro and me, one after the other, sucking us with filthy urgency, drooling, coughing, laughing between gasps. Salcedo pulled out his cock too and held it at face level. She didn’t hesitate: she managed to attend to two at a time in short turns, one in her mouth and another in her hand, while the third waited, brushing her lips. It was an obscene, perfect spectacle.

Ferrán came first. He grabbed her head, drove himself all the way down twice, and exploded inside her mouth. Vera swallowed without pulling away, taking every spurt. When he finished, she opened her mouth to show him it was empty and immediately sought Mauro’s. Mauro didn’t last long. He came partly on her tongue and partly on her lower lip. She licked it all away and looked at me as if challenging me to hold out longer.

I lasted only a few seconds more. My cum fell into her mouth and over her chin. Vera gathered it with her fingers and sucked them with such devotion that it left me dizzy. Then Salcedo grabbed her arm and hauled her upright.

—You’ve had your milk. Now you’re going to earn it.

He put her on her back across the desk, tore the underwear from one leg, and spread her legs. Vera’s pussy gleamed. I was so close that I could see her thighs trembling. Salcedo ran the tip of his cock between her lips and she released a long whimper.

—Don’t tease me anymore —she begged—. Put it in.

He thrust into her in a single stroke. Vera screamed, not from pure pain, but from that brutal mixture of fear, relief, and pleasure when something awaited for too long finally enters. She clung to the edge of the desk with both hands. Salcedo began slowly, deeply, savoring every inch. His cock slid in and out, wet, making a sticky sound that filled the office.

—This is what you wanted, isn’t it? —he said, gripping her hip—. To be properly fucked.

—Yes... yes... fuck, yes...

Ferrán positioned himself in front of her so she could suck him while she was being penetrated. Vera lifted her head and opened her mouth again. She was incapable of choosing between one thing and the other; she wanted everything. She sucked Ferrán’s cock while Salcedo fucked her pussy with increasingly hard thrusts. I moved behind her, pulled one cheek aside, and saw her tight asshole contracting and relaxing slightly with every impact.

Mauro was just as hypnotized. He stroked her face, then held one of her breasts and began pinching the nipple while she choked on Ferrán. The image was excessive: a woman spread-legged on a table, sucking one cock while another drove into her, with two friends around her touching her as if she belonged to us and no one at the same time.

When Salcedo tired of the desk, he made her climb down and bent her over the sofa. Vera ended up on all fours, her face buried in the backrest, her ass raised and shining. Mauro swallowed hard. So did I. Salcedo pulled out of her pussy only to drive back in with an even harder blow, and she nearly collapsed.

—Look how she squeezes —he growled—. She’s crazy to be filled.

Ferrán positioned himself in front of the sofa and offered his cock again. Vera sucked it while they continued drilling her from behind. I stroked her belly, lowered my hand, and rubbed her clitoris. She almost came like that, trembling, saliva spilling from her occupied mouth. Mauro pushed my hand aside for a moment and shoved two fingers into her pussy beside Salcedo’s cock as soon as he pulled out for a second. Vera cried out loudly, completely out of control.

—One of you —Salcedo said, stepping away—. Come on, let’s see whether you were more than just posing.

Mauro went first. He was nervous, but the arousal was stronger. He positioned himself behind her, guided the tip, and entered slowly. Vera pushed her hips back, seeking him. When she felt him fully inside, she let out an almost tender moan, as if she had finally been given something she had been denying herself for months. Mauro began moving with increasing confidence, gripping her hips and driving into her with accumulated hunger.

I positioned myself in front and offered her my cock. Vera took it eagerly, alternating deep, rapid sucks and looking at me while Mauro fucked her. Ferrán fondled her ass, and Salcedo pried open her mouth with his fingers to get a better look at how she swallowed me. This was no longer improvised: it was a woman being used by four adult men, and enjoying it without a trace of shame.

When Mauro was about to come, he pulled out with a gasp and gave me his place. I wasn’t gentler. I grabbed her waist and shoved myself into her. Vera screamed my name, pushed back, and made it clear there was no fear left, only raw desire. I fucked her fast, feeling her pussy close around my wet cock. Her ass was red from the slaps Salcedo had given her, her back arched, and her mouth occupied by Ferrán again.

—What a slut you are today —I said, panting.

She pulled Ferrán’s cock from her mouth for barely a second to answer:

—More... fuck me harder.

That’s what I did. I fucked her so hard that the sofa shifted a few inches. Salcedo positioned himself beside me, slipped a saliva-covered finger into her ass, and Vera tensed.

—No, not there —she said immediately, breathing hard—. Not there yet.

—Yet —Ferrán repeated with a laugh.

Nobody insisted. The finger came out, and I kept fucking her until I began to feel my orgasm rising. I pulled out in time because I wanted to see her face. They turned her onto her knees in the middle of the office. Her hair was disheveled, her breasts moving with every breath, her pussy open and wet, and her mouth already ready without needing an order.

All four of us stood in front of her. Ferrán and Mauro on the sides, Salcedo and me in the center. Vera began jerking us off with both hands, switching from one to another, licking tips, kissing shafts, speeding up as if she wanted to wring us all dry at once.

Salcedo came first, this time directly over her face. Ferrán shot a thick stream into her mouth. Mauro came across her tongue and partly on one breast. I finished last, covering her chin and neck while she remained on her knees, swallowing what she could and gathering with her fingers whatever escaped her.

She stayed like that for several seconds, bathed, panting, wearing a smile of pure satisfaction.

Ferrán grabbed her chin.

—Now you know how it works. Whenever you want to use the locker room, use it. But come by here from time to time.

Vera gave him a short, dirty kiss without wiping her mouth.

—If there’s milk, I’ll come.

We left that office with weak legs and our heads in chaos. Mauro and I didn’t know whether we had just crossed a line or lost it forever. Vera knew. She walked between us with her clothes half-adjusted, her face only partly clean, and the satisfied expression of someone who had finally gotten exactly what she wanted.

I looked at her and understood something simple: we hadn’t turned Vera into anything. She had already been desire, hunger, and shamelessness from the start. All we had done was stop holding her back.