Threesomes at the Club: The Night That Never Ended

I got out of the bathtub with my skin still hot and my head even worse. I had tried to relax with white wine and loud music, but all I managed to do was get myself even more aroused. Every memory of the last few days came back to my body like a blow: big hands holding me down, a cock filling me until I was trembling, the feeling that I had tasted something too intense to pretend afterward that it hadn’t changed me.

I dried myself slowly, my legs a little weak, and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my nipples were hard before I had even gotten dressed. I lowered one hand between my thighs and stroked my pussy only on the outside, noticing how wet I was just from thinking about him.

I didn’t want to masturbate and be left alone with my arousal. I wanted a real cock. I wanted a long, filthy, guilt-free night.

I picked up my phone and called Damián. He answered on the second ring, as if he had already been waiting for me.

—Hello —I said, trying to sound calm—. It’s Alina. When could we see each other?

He laughed on the other end with a calmness that sent a shiver up the back of my neck.

—Tonight. I’ll be waiting for you at the entrance to Vértigo at eight.

—I’ll be there.

I hung up and opened the wardrobe. I chose a short black skirt, a tight top without a bra, and a leather coat that barely covered anything. I didn’t put on panties. It was a conscious decision, a little secret that accompanied me to the taxi and made me cross my legs throughout the entire ride.

When I arrived at the club, there were still a few minutes to go. The line moved slowly amid expensive perfume, cold smoke, and the deep pulse of music filtering out from inside. I saw them before they saw me.

Damián came toward me smiling, tall and self-assured, accompanied by another couple and a woman. They all looked as though they had stepped out of a fashion campaign: a dark-skinned brunette with incredibly long legs, a serene blonde with a sharp gaze, and a huge man with broad shoulders and an insolent mouth.

—You look spectacular —Damián told me as he kissed my cheek.

—And you’ve come with good company.

He smiled and introduced them one by one. The brunette was Nerea; the blonde, Vera; the big guy, Malik; and the last one, a Nordic man named Bruno, shook my hand without making any attempt to hide that he was undressing me with his eyes.

Nerea hugged me as if she had known me before. She wore a sweet perfume, and there was something about the way she moved closer that turned every gesture into something intimate.

—I’ve been wanting to see you all afternoon —she whispered.

My legs clenched.

We entered the club and went up to a private booth raised above the dance floor. From up there, we could see a sea of bodies moving beneath blue and red lights, and the bass of the music seemed to pound directly into my stomach. There were already bottles, ice, and tall glasses on the table.

We toasted the night, chance, and not asking questions. I drank quickly. Not out of nerves, but to stop myself from thinking too much.

Nerea was the first to seek me out while dancing. She pressed her body against mine shamelessly, rubbing her hips against mine, and I responded by holding her waist. I felt her firm tits against my chest and my breathing changed instantly. Malik appeared behind me, huge and hot, bringing his pelvis close enough for me to feel the hardness of his cock through his trousers.

—Fuck —I murmured, turning my face toward Nerea—. They’ve come hungry.

She smiled and kissed me. It wasn’t a shy or tentative kiss. She slid her tongue into my mouth confidently, wet and slow, taking control of the rhythm from the start. While our mouths sought each other, one of Malik’s hands slipped along my thigh, lifted my skirt, and found my naked pussy.

—She isn’t wearing anything —he said, his voice hoarse and amused.

—I knew it —Nerea replied, licking my lower lip.

Malik’s fingers slid between my soaked lips, and he gave a short laugh when he realized just how wet I was. He didn’t plunge his fingers inside me right away. First he stroked me slowly, spreading my wetness, barely squeezing my clit, making me writhe while we kept dancing as if nothing were happening.

—Look at her —Bruno said, approaching with his drink—. She’s already dripping.

The comment, so crude, made me even wetter. I pulled my mouth away from Nerea’s to breathe, and she took the opportunity to move down to my neck, gently nibbling me while Malik finally sank two fingers inside me.

I moaned against her shoulder. I couldn’t help it. I felt the thrust of his long fingers, the deliberate rhythm, the palm of his hand brushing my clit with every movement.

—That’s it, just like that —he said in my ear—. Let yourself be used.

Those words loosened something inside me. I leaned harder against Nerea and opened my legs a little wider for him. Damián watched from one side, drinking and smiling, as if he wanted to stretch out my impatience before touching me.

—Don’t just stand there watching —I told him—. Come here.

He obeyed. He stood in front of me, took my chin, and kissed me hungrily, invading my mouth just as Malik sped up his fingers inside my pussy. I had three bodies around me, and each one was pulling me in a different direction. Nerea kneaded one of my tits over my top. Malik fucked me with his hand. Damián devoured my mouth as if he wanted to mark me.

I came gasping, my body trembling in the middle of the private dance floor of the booth.

—To the sofa —Nerea ordered.

She led me by the hand to the curved seat at the back. As soon as I sat down, she knelt between my legs and hiked my skirt up to my waist. Seeing her there, so elegant and so determined, her eyes fixed on my naked pussy, left me speechless.

—You look so beautiful like this —she said before opening me with her fingers.

She licked me from underneath all the way to my clit with obscene slowness. She wasn’t in any hurry. Every pass of her tongue was long, wet, insistent. I gripped the back of the sofa while she ate me with almost cruel devotion, alternating deep licks with precise suction on my clit.

—Fuck... yes... just like that...

Malik planted himself beside me and pulled out his cock. It was thick, long, and genuinely hard, the kind that intimidates you before it even touches you. He brought it to my lips, and I opened my mouth without him having to ask. The first contact was heavy, hot, too wide to take all at once. He filled me immediately.

Nerea continued with her face buried between my legs while I tried to swallow Malik’s cock. It was a madness of sensations: her tongue in my pussy, my clit sucked hungrily, and that hard shaft pushing against my throat with every movement of his hips.

I couldn’t take all of it. He held me by the hair and guided me with brutal patience, letting me take just the head, then a little more, then as far as my mouth could manage. Every gag tore a moan from me that Nerea seemed to take advantage of, because at exactly those moments she would push two fingers inside me and stir my pussy completely.

I came like that, my mouth occupied and my legs trembling. It wasn’t a quiet orgasm. I shook my head, pulled away from Malik’s cock to breathe, and let out an open moan as I came over Nerea’s tongue.

—That’s it —she said, rising with her mouth shining—. But we’re only getting started.

***

When I had recovered a little, Malik turned me over on the sofa and left me on my back with my legs open. He positioned himself between my thighs, gripped his cock in one hand, and rubbed it over my soaked lips before pushing the tip inside.

He entered slowly, but his slow was already too much. I felt him opening me inch by inch, forcing me to arch my back and grip the cushions so I wouldn’t pull away. He was truly thick, the kind that makes a pussy take a few seconds to accept what is happening.

—Look at me —he said.

I did. And while I looked at him, he pushed deeper. Halfway. A little more. Until I let out a muffled scream and realized that he was finally almost all the way inside.

—Fuck, you’re going to break me.

—And you love it.

I nodded, unable to lie. He began with a slow, long rocking motion, pulling almost all the way out and then going back in until he reached the end, making me feel every inch. Every thrust filled me completely. My pussy felt stretched tight around him, squeezing him, swallowing him with effort and pleasure at the same time.

Nerea sat beside me and offered me her pussy shamelessly, bringing it close to my face. I kissed it first. Then I ran my tongue over her wet lips and felt her tremble. While Malik continued fucking me, I licked another woman, holding her by the hips so I could bury my face more deeply between her legs.

She moaned above me while I drowned in pleasure below. My tongue found her clit, circled it, sucked it, and her gasps mingled with the wet sound of Malik’s cock entering and leaving my pussy.

Malik changed the angle, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and drove into me so deeply that I lost track of everything. Nerea came over my mouth just then, tensing her thighs on either side of my face, while he gave me another thrust, and another, and another just as deep.

—Fuck me —I told him when she moved away—. Fuck me hard for once.

That was what he did. He abandoned the slow rhythm and started pounding me for real. The sofa creaked. My tits bounced out of my top with every thrust. I wasn’t moaning anymore; I was screaming. I felt his cock hitting so deep inside me that the pleasure edged into pain, and that was precisely why I couldn’t make him stop.

I came twice in a row. The first time arched my back. The second left me trembling, almost unable to breathe, while he continued fucking me without mercy. When he finally tensed and grabbed me tightly by the thighs, I knew what was coming.

—I’m going to fill you.

—Yes. Come inside me.

He buried himself to the hilt and came in long spasms, unloading inside me while he pressed me against the sofa. I felt the heat of his release mixing with my contractions and closed my eyes, exhausted and satisfied.

Around us, the others applauded and laughed as if it had been a private show. In a way, it had.

Damián offered me a drink and helped me sit up. I could still feel Malik’s release slowly sliding between my legs.

—I told you tonight would be good —Damián murmured.

—I’m not finished with you yet.

His smile grew darker.

***

We kept drinking, dancing, and touching each other until the club began to empty. Around two, Damián suggested going to his apartment. This time only four of us went: him, Nerea, Bruno, and me. Malik and Vera stayed behind, tangled up with each other.

In the taxi, Nerea knelt on the seat and unbuttoned Damián’s trousers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She pulled out his cock and began sucking him right there, with obscene ease. I kissed him while she swallowed half his shaft, and Bruno, sitting beside me, squeezed one of my tits and pinched my nipple beneath my top.

The driver pretended to look straight ahead, but he had adjusted the mirror so he wouldn’t miss a thing.

—If we keep this up, we won’t make it there alive —I said between gasps.

—Better that way —Bruno replied, slipping a hand beneath my skirt to find me naked and wet again.

We entered the apartment nearly stumbling with desire. As soon as the door closed, Bruno pushed Nerea against the sofa and knelt to eat her pussy. She spread her legs without shame, gripping his head and guiding him while her moans grew louder and louder.

I knelt in front of Damián. I had wanted his cock all night, and at last I had it in my face, hard and hot, with a clean, masculine scent that made me salivate. I sucked it slowly at first, savoring the head with my tongue, then moving down the shaft and licking his balls before going back up.

Damián held me by the hair and began fucking my mouth with the rhythm that turns me on so much: firm, controlled, without pointless roughness, but leaving no doubt about who was in charge. I opened my throat wider, swallowing as much of him as I could, feeling him wet my tongue and every thrust fill me further.

He came quickly, perhaps aroused by the taxi, the club, or seeing me like that. He warned me with a growl, and I didn’t pull away. I took his release in my mouth, thick and abundant, swallowing almost all of it while a thread slid from the corner of my mouth to my chin.

Nerea let out a breathless laugh when she saw me.

—Look at her, how good she gets when they fill her.

Damián wiped me with his thumb, kissed me, and then turned me around. He pulled my skirt all the way down and exposed my ass. I felt his breath between my cheeks before I felt his tongue, broad and hot, calmly opening me.

—Don’t fucking do that... —I moaned, gripping the arm of the sofa.

He ate my pussy first, devouring me with renewed hunger, and then moved lower to my ass. He licked slowly around my hole, soaking it with saliva, while one hand spread me wider and the other slid a finger into my pussy to keep stimulating me. When he inserted a finger into my ass, my whole body shuddered.

—More —I begged—. Put more in me.

He obeyed. A second finger. Then a third, slowly, working my entrance with saliva and patience. I was already very open, very hot, and precisely because of that I knew he wasn’t going to stop at his fingers.

—I want your cock in my ass —I said without turning around—. Now.

There was a second of silence. Then I felt the tip pressing against my entrance. Damián spat again, positioned himself behind me, and pushed. The head entered with delicious difficulty. I let out a sharp gasp and gripped the backrest tightly.

—Slowly —I murmured.

—Slowly, but all the way in.

And that was what he did. A little more. Then another little bit. Each advance forced me to breathe deeply, relax, and accept the way his cock opened me from within. When he finally managed to get more than half of it inside, I stayed still, adapting to the brutal pressure of having him there.

—Fuck... yes... don’t stop.

He began to move very slowly, barely withdrawing before entering again with steady persistence. That rhythm drove me crazy. I could feel my pussy throbbing, empty and needy, while my ass squeezed and released around his cock. It was a thick, deep, obscene sensation. Every thrust tore a different moan from me.

Bruno and Nerea had changed positions. He was fucking her at the other end of the sofa, and she, moaning, never stopped looking at me. When she saw how Damián was taking me in the ass, she lowered herself to the floor and positioned herself between my legs.

—I’ll take care of this —she said, pointing to my swollen pussy.

Her tongue touched my clit just as Damián sank into me again almost to the hilt. I thought I was going to die right there. I screamed. She continued sucking me and pushing two fingers into my pussy while behind me Damián’s cock entered and left with less and less care.

—That’s it, that’s it... don’t stop... fuck...

He increased the pace. My ass began receiving his thrusts with a wet sound, slick with saliva and my own overflowing juices. Nerea held my clit prisoner between her lips, and I no longer controlled anything. I came with a violent shudder, soaking her face. She didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she kept licking while swallowing and moaning with pleasure.

Damián lasted only a little longer. He pulled his cock from my ass and put it in Nerea’s mouth as soon as she raised her head. He fucked her throat twice and came right there, growling while she swallowed without protesting or letting a drop go to waste.

I sank to my knees, exhausted, still trembling.

***

We slept little and badly, tangled together in Damián’s enormous bed. When dawn came, I was the first to get up. I put on his shirt and went to the kitchen to make coffee, my legs still sensitive and a mixture of good pain and satisfaction clinging to my body.

The others didn’t take long to wake. I heard laughter, murmurs, the mattress creaking. When I returned to the bedroom with the cups, I found Nerea in the center of the bed, naked, holding Damián and Bruno’s cocks at the same time.

—Good morning —she said, without stopping her hand—. Today I get to fulfill a fantasy.

I set the coffee on the nightstand and smiled. There was no need to ask which one.

Bruno was already between her legs, hungrily licking her pussy, while Damián kneaded her tits and bit her neck. Nerea was open, wet, and eager, trembling with every pass of Bruno’s tongue.

—Lie down —she told Damián—. You first, in front.

He obeyed, and Nerea slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She took it with a long moan, sinking down gradually until she swallowed it whole in her pussy. She stayed like that for a moment, full, breathing with her mouth open.

—Fuck... that feels so good.

Bruno lubricated his cock and her ass thoroughly. I moved closer to the headboard, and Nerea sought my hand, squeezing it while he opened her hole with two fingers and more lubricant. The tension in her face was arousing. There was no fear. There was hunger.

When Bruno finally aimed and began entering her ass, Nerea let out a hoarse cry. Damián’s cock remained inside her pussy; Bruno was filling her from behind. I kissed her mouth to accompany her while she swallowed and breathed deeply, letting her body accept both of them.

—Keep going —she told Bruno—. Put it all the way in.

He did. Slowly, but without backing away. When he had it all the way inside, the three of them remained still for a few seconds, savoring that sensation of brutal fullness.

Then they began to move.

One entered while the other withdrew. Pussy and ass worked together, opening and closing around the two cocks. Nerea moaned without stopping, her eyes half closed, gripping my shoulders while I sucked one of her nipples and rubbed her clit with my fingers.

The bed pounded against the wall. The room filled with gasps, the wet smack of penetration, and the deep sound of balls striking skin. Nerea’s body remained tense, on the verge of coming for quite some time.

—Don’t stop... like that... like that... fuck, I’m going to come...

She came gripping my arm, arching over Damián while her pussy milked his cock and her ass clenched hard around Bruno’s. But it wasn’t enough for her. They kept going. Damián sped up from below. Bruno answered from behind, driving into her with greater hunger.

I lowered myself between her legs and began licking her clit while they fucked her from both sides. Her next orgasm was more chaotic, almost violent. She trembled, grabbed my hair, and soaked me completely, yet I didn’t pull away.

Damián came first, buried in her pussy. Bruno held out a little longer, his face tense, gripping her hips as he gave her his final thrusts in the ass before emptying himself inside her as well.

Nerea fell backward, limp, laughing between gasps.

—Now I’m satisfied —she said—. Now they’ve left me empty.

—Not empty —I replied, kissing her thigh—. Full to the brim.

We all laughed. The smell of sex, coffee, and sweat filled everything. The night had ended hours ago, but something inside me knew its effect would not fade so easily.

We ate breakfast late, almost at noon, talking about trips, seeing each other again, and how badly people lie when they claim certain nights change nothing. I listened to them while crossing my legs and still felt my body used, satisfied, and alive.

And I knew, even before I left, that it would not be the last time.