That kind of phrase she used to tell me. Among others like: 'Learn to live without fear of what they'll say'; 'Live life with intensity, without the moral fears that were instilled in you since childhood'; 'Happiness is something you have to get for yourself'; 'Get pleasure from yourself, don't depend on any man'.
I know they sound like motivational tips you can find on any Facebook wall now, but back then it wasn't that common for a woman to say them out loud, and even less so for her not only to shout those kinds of tips, but actually put them into practice.
When we went out together, Nila would encourage me to live without attachments. To have fun without worrying about my marriage. To seek pleasure beyond what my husband could give me. Although I knew her, the truth is that I always feared how far her intentions would go, since she's a very determined woman.
And the most lustful one I've known.
That night, for example, after we got ready, Nila took me to a sex shop located in the Red Zone. In those years, mid-nineties; they weren't that common, actually that was the first time I entered a place like that.
The shelves and display cases were filled with various phallic objects; pornographic magazines; videos; intimate clothing; costumes and other art pieces by style. Nila showed me the quality and caliber of some silicone penises she took from a shelf. I was surprised by the incredible detail in them. They even had a quite realistic texture, including veins. I took one, although with some embarrassment. I feared the gazes of people around us, especially since we were the only women there at that moment. As I've said, it was another time. Although later it made me laugh at its long size and extreme thickness.
—Do you imagine if there were men with this size of...? —I commented, while comparing, in size and thickness, that fallic member with my own arm which was much thinner.
There are some, though -- affirmed Nila smiling.
I felt like a fool. I had never...
—Look. There's our lunch over there —he suddenly told me.
I took a little while to understand. Nila was pointing at three boys who were about a few meters away.
---How do you see...? Shall we have lunch together? ---he proposed to me.
—What?! No! How... how do you think? —I said, surprised by such a proposal. And it's that those three were very young, just kids. It was noticeable not only in their appearance but also in their behavior, since they spent laughing and gawking at any object they observed.
I couldn't believe that was crossing her mind. She was a married woman, just like us were. Those boys were kids compared to us... well, we were still young then, but...
—Look —she told me, however—, when did you live something like this? I bet you've never dared to even think about doing it with a man younger than you. And don't tell me that the mere idea of doing it doesn't tickle your curiosity.
—But Nila, these are a bunch of kids! What if we get into trouble? They could accuse us of...
Hey Feli. They must be over 18, I mean, they must be to have been let into a store like this one. Come on, let's go.
And I walked towards them. I stayed there standing, terrified of the possible consequences of my friend's actions. I started thinking about leaving, leaving her right there.
—Hello, my friend and I were wondering if anyone of you would be interested in showing us how one of these devices works —I could hear him say that as he took one of the boxes that the young people had been curious about.
They contained transparent cylinders with a rubber stopper similar to those used in devices that take blood pressure readings.
The three boys remained agog before my friend's boarding.
Excuse me, but we don't work here — replied the most correct (or the slowest) of the three.
Of course not. I know you're only seeing the merchandise like we are. It's just that I think I'll give my husband a vacuum pump, but before I'd like to see how it works. Look, what do you think if you come to my apartment and I invite you some drinks in exchange for letting me try one of these on you? Eh? What do you think?
I couldn't describe the expression on their faces without being brief. Those three couldn't believe their good luck. It was obvious they had only entered there to hesitate and take it easy. How could they have imagined they would run into an opportunity like that?
While Nila was paying for the product, the three boys didn't stop watching her ass, it was evident what motivated them to leave with two unknown women. Then, while they were collecting their backpacks that they had left in storage, I approached Nila to talk to her privately.
—How can you do something like that? How can you put your marriage at risk just for an adventure?
Is my marriage? Do you worry about my husband? Look, it's obvious that Heraclio does this type of thing all the time. I don't doubt he'll take three young girls to bed if he gets the chance. And what, women don't have the right to satisfy ourselves in the same way?
I didn't think the same as she at that moment. After all, the education my parents had instilled in me weighed heavily. I still remember the advice my mother gave me on my wedding day: “Marriage is sacred. Never neglect your man. Remember, God first and then the man”. Today that would be considered chauvinism (chauvinism coming from a woman, imagine!), but back then mothers themselves gave those mandates.
Those boys approached us. On their faces you could see how enthusiastic they were. They also looked at me with avidity and morbidness. I had never felt such intense, so eager gazes before. They must have been imagining what they would do with us.
Nila looked at me as if questioning whether I was deciding to accompany her in the party after all.
—Okay, let's go —I said.
I decided to 'venture into the ring', as my father would say. He was fascinated by bulls, and he always made metaphors with the fierce party all the time. Good grief, my Father. The poor guy would have run away in his boots if he saw me in such a situation. But it's that I had never felt what those interested gazes provoked in me. Being appreciated like that had boosted my pride.
Besides, I calmed down thinking that at any moment I could leave if things got too excessive.
When we returned to the apartment, Nila invited the guys various types of drinks to their liking and we sat down in the living room. There, drunk and relaxed, she started chatting with them. I kept silent, but honestly, I was staying attentive, waiting.
I noticed that the most outgoing one was Pepe, the tallest and most masculine of the three. Domingo; a dark-haired, rugged, and muscular young man; was the comic of the group, saying anything funny and mocking at any opportunity without fear of ridicule. Finally, Tomas was the quietest and, I assumed, the most inexperienced.
Nila asked them if they were no longer virgins yet.
Pepe and Domingo reacted with explosive laughter saying: 'No, of course not' and 'How do you think'. But Tomas remained silent and I noticed he was blushing.
They questioned them about how they had lost their virginity and it was notable the boasting and exaggeration in what they narrated.
After telling his anecdotes, Pepe dared to ask Nila about her first time.
Well, my first sexual experience was in high school. I used to wear the skirt of my uniform higher than the others, and that's why everyone wanted me. I liked teasing my classmates, although it was the teachers who couldn't stop looking at me. One day I wanted to play a trick on a teacher who had failed me, and since I knew he spent the whole class staring at my legs, that day I opened them wide enough for him to notice I wasn't wearing underwear. I knew that would excite him, and it was.
I just wanted to get back at him by leaving him really hot, since I already knew by that time that men hurt when they get too excited and can't release. But then, when the class ended and we were starting to leave, the professor asked me to stay.
You can imagine what happened. I didn't fail any subjects that year.
After hearing the anecdote, we all laughed. On Sunday, he noticed that Pepe had developed a noticeable erection under his pants. Immediately, he made mocking comments about him.
But to the surprise of others, Nila approached him and felt his package.
Okay, based on what can be observed, you'll be the first volunteer to show me how well this article I bought works. —Nila said, who then ordered—. Very well, undress, it's time to test the vacuum bomb.
And while he was for her the boys started to undress. There were laughs and even jeers among them. It was evident that, despite pretending to be tough guys, they were nervous, especially in the case of Tomás, whose hands were shaking as he unbuttoned himself.
This must be a virgin, I said to myself.
In the brief moment I was left alone with them, I also felt a bit embarrassed. I had never been in front of three men in such a situation, and much less at that age.
Nila returned with the product she had bought and, as she took it out of the box and assembled its pieces, the boys finished undressing as they removed their underwear.
It was a show that I still remember with nostalgia. Have you seen those scenes where you can see how a series of flowers open their petals naturally in the presence of the sun? It seemed like that to me, it was a natural spectacle in which those three appendages (of different complexions, skin tones, and lengths) slowly began to rise, influenced by our presence.
I would say that it was something magical that I had never witnessed in that way before.
Sunday made sarcastic comments about the state of his fellow's cocks and his own. The others laughed. Tomas had cheeks so red that he looked like a tomato.
Nila, however, took that seriously.
Okay, let's see —and with that transparent cylinder in hand, he made Pepe's penis enter the suitable opening for it—. That's it, now show me how well the pump I bought works —and Nila began to squeeze the rubber valve, pumping the air contained in the cylinder outwards.
I was amazed, the penis, which was already of considerable length on its own, became even more inflamed inside the container as Nila's hand pumped out the air from the receptacle. This action allowed us to witness the increase in size of the member. We were all astonished. I suppose Nila was the only one used to seeing something like this. It was incredible to see how the already erect penis of that boy grew even more, swelling the glans to the point of threatening to burst. By the expression of discomfort on the boy's face, we realized that the blood pressure in his penis had become excessive and even painful.
Already Nila, please for already —I begged him supplicating, fearing that he would do some permanent harm to the poor boy.
I feared that, like a horror movie, it would end up exploding in blood before the eyes of all of us.
Nila finally stopped and opened a valve allowing fresh air to enter again but slowly. When she finally removed the cylinder, we all could attest to the tremendous size of Pepe's cock. Even he himself was impressed.
—Well, it seems that this thing actually works. Of course, my husband will need more pumping and yet I don't expect his cock to grow that much —said Nila, pointing with one of her fingers at a size obviously small.
Everyone laughed, and I myself couldn't help but laugh too.
—Well, who's next now? You? —Nila asked Domingo.
With the robust boy Nila, she performed the same operation, and in the end, despite being subjected to pain, he remained pleased with his enormous size achieved.
However, when it was Tomás' turn, he couldn't bear the touch of my friend's hands on his intimate area and ejaculated uncontrollably. Nila didn't hesitate to scold him.
—How couldn't you hold back?! Now you'll be the last one to have the pleasure of penetrating us, for being too precocious!
Penetrate us? Hearing that made me realize it was time to leave before things got complicated. Until then I had been enjoying the situation, but hearing that revealed what Nila would propose next. She wouldn't settle for just erotic games. She was determined to have sex with those boys, or rather, for both of us to do so. Up until that moment I had been an observer and nothing more. At any given moment I could leave without getting involved, and that's when it was.
Hey Nila, I think it's better if I go - I said and got up.
Don't be silly. Let's have some fun —she replied and took me aside.
While the young people hesitated among themselves, Domingo and Pepe pretended to 'fight' with their own erections.
Don't be like that, come with me. We're going to have a great time, look.
And in that instant he showed them to me. I remained bewildered before such objects, didn't understand their purpose.
What are they? —I asked him.
She only smiled devilishly in response, that gesture foreshadowed her usefulness. Piqued my curiosity, I won't deny it, so I accompanied her back with the boys.
One for each one.
And so he handed each one a chrome-plated metal ring. They also didn't know the function of them, I could tell myself.
I say these are engagement rings to them — declared Nila.
The boys laughed. I suppose they thought it was a joke. Those rings were too big to be finger rings. And what did he want by giving them to them? Did he want them to commit to her for her boyfriends?
No, don't misinterpret me. This isn't about anything silly —Nila continued and proceeded to demonstrate it with an example, taking Domingo's member and kneeling before him—. These are placed around the penis, at the base, and do not allow it to lose erection. It works by constricting the blood that erects its members, keeping them hard like stone.
But Domingo stopped her, not letting her put it on him. From my side I understood the boy, Nila's explanation had seemed to me the description of a torture device's operation.
The other two put a face of total disgust.
I know... they're not exactly comfortable -- said, while getting up-- and that's why I put them on as a sign of commitment. If you are truly interested in having sex with us (Nila didn't even consult me yet she included me in the deal) then you'll have to put the ring on your penis. That's a requirement I'm asking for.
The boys showed themselves reluctant to accept such a proposal.
Look, I'm offering this to you on your free will. I won't have sex with you if you don't want to, but neither will I let you do it if you oppose using these rings —Nila emphasized—. With their use, they commit to not losing firmness until we're totally satisfied. Using them involves a certain pain, I don't deny it, and accepting them is your decision. If you don't agree, you can leave. But what I'll tell you is that if you want to enjoy the delicious body of my friend and mine (and she hugged me suggestively), you'll have to accept this commitment I'm proposing.
—Well, it's that we... —Pepe started saying, but he remained silent without finishing.
But look at this -- intervened Domingo, and wagged his short but thick cock, flaunting his masculinity from side to side in front of everyone's gaze. We don't need that, we're already well-settled.
—Yes, it's not going to come down that easily for us —said Pepe, and he mimicked his friend, but since his was longer, it caused slapping sounds when he hit his thighs with his stiff meat.
I already know you're having a good time right now -- Nila replied -- and you're more than ready for a quick fuck. But what I'm about to give you goes beyond just a screw, it's going to be a whole sexual experience like they've never lived before, and for that they need to hold on, make a sacrifice. I don't want them to get limp at the best moment. Take it as a detail from us. Like a gift so both of us can leave completely satisfied.
As none accepted, Nila became serious.
—Well, if you don't want to, I won't force you. It's been a pleasure meeting you. You can get dressed and leave, you know how to exit the building.
Obviously that was a unique opportunity that wouldn't present itself again in life, I could even see that, so...
—Okay, come on. —Pepe exclaimed, and stopped in front of Nila completely ready for her to put the oppressive ring on his penis.
While Pepe was being put in, Domingo and Tomás saw him as if he were experiencing the same discomfort that his friend seemed to be suffering. That ring appeared to be too tight for him, although it did 'click' after all, once he had closed it.
Hey, squeeze a big one! - exclaimed Pepe.
—That's how it should be —Nila replied—. It has to stay tight —she told him, and grasped his penis as a gesture of consolation.
But those words didn't excite any of the other two, so Nila took Pepe's arm and with her other arm she grabbed me.
Well, no way, we're going to lunch at our friend's place, and if you want to wait for him, you can do it here in the living room, there's TV so you won't get bored —she said, with particular disdain.
We three walked into Nila's room. While doing so, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful boy's body. Well-toned, his muscles were very defined. 'Undeniable consequence of exercise. If he exercises regularly, he must have agility for movements in bed', I thought and was surprised by my own reflection.
My gaze directed itself inevitably at the long penis of that young man. In clear combat stance, it stood upright like a spear ready to attack. My vaginal moisture became apparent as I thought that in just a few minutes, my intimacy could have as its guest that long phallus. A member that was particularly large and handsome. 'It's really handsome... more than my husband's', I don't know how I could think that, but I did.
To be honest, I even forgot about the other two young men who, before Nila closed the door of the room, approached.
—Hey, wait... —cried out imploringly Domingo.
At the end the other two guys joined us in the room with us, they didn't want to be left out of the game. And we played just what we did in that room.
Nila was undoubtedly the one directing the whole situation. What she said was obeyed. She established a game where, if any of the boys correctly answered, they would have the right to withdraw and take one of our intimate garments.
Nila asked me to turn around, giving the boys my back. Then she asked what color my eyes were. This surprised the guys, and despite their attempts (one for each of them), the first two failed.
Fortunately, for the third one (Tomás), the possibilities reduced and he got it right. The truth had not been engraved on anyone's mind this detail. Men look at other things first. But luck allowed Tomás to be the winner.
I would lose part of my clothes. Nila asked her what she wanted and the boy showed not to be so stupid by saying that he wanted my pantaloons. His friends applauded him for such a good selection. Nila encouraged the boy to come closer to me, and she asked me not to move, leaving me quiet while he proceeded to remove the agreed-upon garment. I remained expectant and somewhat nervous as Tomas knelt before me and put his hands under my skirt to lower my intimate clothes.
The amplitude of my hips and how stuck my dress was to my body made it difficult for him to maneuver, however, he managed to remove my panties. The other boys cheered and suggested he sniff her out. Tomas did it, stuck the garment to his nose and breathed deeply. The boy became ecstatic. I, on the other hand, laughed uncontrollably at seeing the face of that kid smelling my underwear. It was already quite funny to see those three with their well-erected members, nodding everywhere (or whatever you'd call it) as they walked. It was strange and funny at the same time.
After other questions I ended up completely naked, covering my breasts and sex with my hands, as I felt embarrassed. Nila, on the other hand, looked imposing, although she was already only wearing her bra and panties. It was clear that she, unlike me, was familiar with this type of situation, like the one we were living in at that moment, and looked very confident in herself.
Sunday stayed with his mouth open contemplating such beauty of a woman once she was totally naked. To be honest, everyone was perplexed at the loveliness of my friend's body. There was no doubt that Nila, besides possessing natural beauty, took great care of her physique. And it was also undeniable that at that moment she enjoyed being the center of attention in that room, I had perfect awareness of it.
Already without any clothes on, Nila opened the curtains in the room. At first it seemed strange to me. It was nighttime and despite being on a high floor, anyone in another building could see us. But then I got twenty, as they used to say back then. Just that's what she wanted her to do, for someone to be able to see us. By that time I had no doubt that Nila wanted to be observed, since it must have excited her. She was a total exhibitionist.
In that way, with the windows as a showcase for the spectacle of which we five would be part, the guys submitted to Nila's will.
For the next dynamic she established that they would be tied up by feet and hands, each one to a chair, and their eyes would be bandaged. I thought it was madness, it was too murky. I couldn't guess what she intended and they also reacted strangely and even there were protests. However, she threatened again that if they didn't do it they wouldn't be able to have the sex they so desired, so there was no more opposition.
Nila didn't tell them what the prize would be, however she promised that this time the reward would be even more pleasant. She explained the characteristics of the new game: I or she would approach each of the three and give them some caress (they would be seated, although unable to move). The boys should guess who it was, but tied as they were, they wouldn't be able to touch us, leaving only for us the initiative to make any kind of physical contact. Additionally, this time there would be a punishment because if they got it wrong, Nila or I would give them a good slap.
Nila encouraged me to be the first and I didn't think of anything else but giving Pepe a kiss on the lips who, being honest, was who I liked. He asked if it was about Nila and she herself told me to reward him contundently in response to such an answer. My slap took the boy by surprise. He emitted a curse word after which the others laughed at hearing it. I also laughed.
I tried to make myself available, assuming the next one would be Nila, but she told me to keep going with another of the guys.
The next victim was Tomás, whom I surprised by sitting on him, but facing him, and putting my tongue in one of his ears. The boy provoked tenderness in me. He immediately thought it was Nila, so he received another of my slaps.
When it was Domingo's turn, he could easily guess that it was about me after I gave him a kiss on the cheek. To be honest, I wasn't attracted to him at all. Nila imposed as a prize that I would sit on the boy's lap and, with oscillating movements, offer him a kind of dance in his crotch.
At first I didn't feel capable. I had never done something like that before. But Nila encouraged me. Despite my feeling, I stood up with my back to her and was ready to sit on him. With a finger, I tilted the boy's penis so it wouldn't accidentally enter me, since with the ring on I had it well erect. Once I rested my body on Domingo's thick thighs, and our bodies made contact skin to skin for a moment, I felt strange, as if I were someone else. I had never imagined, not even in my most intimate fantasies, being in a situation like that. My buttocks, uncovered by any garment, rested on the thighs of a complete stranger. One who, if I saw him on the street, would never occur to me to be intimate with him because of his age and appearance.
But then something weird happened. My butt started moving in circles naturally. As if my body was responding automatically to the situation, my buttocks were oscillating in a motion that got that super hot young guy and me going. I could even feel my vagina getting wet, like it was self-lubricating for what was coming. Sunday also released a little pre-ejaculatory liquid from the tip of his penis. Oil that got stuck in my thighs, since with them I had trapped the boy's dick.
Nila told me to stop.
It's enough, Felis, already there. That's sufficient.
I got up and the very impudent one yelled at me:
Don't get stained! Don't leave me like this so hot! Not even squeeze the rope, can't you see I'm already not holding on? - said Domingo, who tied to the chair was moving convulsively.
I supposed he was definitely desperate because he couldn't ejaculate and thus relieve himself. Undoubtedly, if he had his hands free, he wouldn't hesitate to come over me.
Nila approached him and with an authoritative voice shouted:
This is my game and I'm the one who sets the rules, so keep quiet and be satisfied - he expressed with total authoritarianism.
After what was said, I noticed a peculiar sparkle in his gaze. It was undeniable that he enjoyed feeling powerful in being able to grant or deny pleasure to any of those boys.
Nila was the next to give one of the boys a caress. This time it was Tomás who, passive, received a kiss from Nila, but it was just at the tip of his penis. Of course I wouldn't have done something like that. So I told myself: I'm sure he'll guess. And indeed, the lucky boy guessed correctly. Nila prepared to present her reward. She put herself with her buttocks right in front of his face.
I thought he would sit on the boy's lap, just like I had done, but not.
Nila grasped her head by the hair and stamped her face against his buttocks. Tomas's nose was lodged in the cleft that divided them. The two lumps of flesh were noticeably larger than the young man's cheeks, his backside being much bigger than the entire face of the boy. Nila spanked his ass in rhythmic and rapid movements, as if she were dancing an oriental dance without releasing Tomas's face.
I didn't know if that was a prize or a punishment. Nila had an expression of lustful insatiability on her face while performing such an act.
Without ending that series of prizes and punishments, the three boys, still tied to the chairs, seemed to be suffering a cruel torture. Not only because the tremendous erections refused to subside, but also because Nila was exciting them but not letting them relieve themselves. They must have been suffering a lot. Both of us were watching them in that state, while I felt pity for them, and Nila was clearly experiencing an evident aphrodisiac pleasure.
Nila was in a state of ecstasy, I could tell that. But for me it was different. I felt anxious seeing the boys like that, subdued. I felt empathy for those poor ones who, surely, would suffer terrible torment in their private parts. In fact, it made me remember when I was little my dad used to tickle me. I recall he would take his time not letting me escape. Don't misunderstand, that wasn't bad at all, it tickled my armpits, not a private area. But it led me to an unbearable state of ecstasy where tears choked my eyes. That's what I'm referring to in my comparison with the torture suffered by those three boys.
The three erect penises were agitated like yearners to be squeezed out, until they spat out what they longed to discharge with all their might. It was evident that the rings constricted them unnaturally, preventing them from relaxing even slightly, returning to their state of flaccidity.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Please, Nila, take those things away from them. They're suffering a lot, can't you see that? I begged Nila, despite knowing it would give her a morbid pleasure to see them like this.
She smiled and nodded.
Okay, if you really want it I'll do it, as long as I win a competition.
That wicked smile foreshadowed something perverse.
It was then that, following his instructions, I chose my 'mount' (as it were). I prepared to sit on Pepe. Nila, for her part, did the same next to me on Domingo.
See which of our mounts holds out the longest. Remember, this isn't a race to see who gets there first, it's a competition of endurance. If your stallion comes in first you lose, but if it's mine I'll give you the chance to set them free —he sentenced.
And once he said that, Nila took Domingo's robust member, pointing it towards her vagina, and told me to do the same with Pepe's. The two of us were about to introduce those two young men's penises into our vaginas for the first time. They hadn't lost the bandages covering their eyes, so neither would see anything, and we'd be in charge of all the action, leaving them defenseless against our movements. This wouldn't be making love; I had never done something like that before. This made me find the situation extremely exciting, despite my concern for those two's suffering; I can't deny it now.
Nila did a count, and at the end of this, both of us sat down at once on our respective thrones, as she called them. Feeling Pepe's stiff and warm member from one sitting was total madness. With my husband I always introduced it slowly. And although Nila immediately began to ride Domingo, for my part I stayed quiet for a moment, since, while I got used to such enormous penis, I enjoyed feeling its pulse inside me, it was beautiful.
But come on, old woman. Remember that it's a race —she spurred me on.
As my own body started to sway. And little by little I moved faster, maybe more from instinct than obeying her. The rhythm expressed the avidity of my own lust that was emerging in me. I slapped my butt like never before. Nila did the same on Domingo, who she rode as if she wanted to tame a rebellious beast beneath her, since, despite his restraints, the vigorous young man tried to bounce back, as if needed to make pelvic penetration movements.
Taking support on Pepe's knees, I sat down on his thighs that produced loud cracking sounds when my buttocks slapped against them. The sounds; the gasps; the heat; the pleasure were overwhelming. I let out a long groan only to swallow it back in with one more sit-down. The sensation this act gave me excited me. I leaned forward to see how our union was taking place and the association between that view and being aware that I was having sex with a complete stranger (much younger than my husband) filled me with perverse pleasure.
With that in mind, I lifted myself until the tip of his glans was barely trapped between my lips, then let myself fall again, feeling it all inside me with consciousness. Seeing that tube of flesh disappear completely inside me stimulated my lust to the maximum.
That type of 'cavalcade' would become a usual competition between Nila and me, habitual in our subsequent sexual adventures. We rode as well as we could. She was bouncing that behemoth of buttocks on Domingo, while I didn't stop doing squats over the resilient Pepe, who showed no signs of fatigue. It was clear that both boys weren't novices at all in sex.
At the end it was Domingo who couldn't resist anymore and ejaculated first, inseminating my friend's vagina. But at that moment I got a twenty again: those boys shouldn't be able to ejaculate freely due to the rings. The restriction exercised by such ring should not only prevent blood from escaping from his member but also avoid its semen from opening up through this same path to be expelled, at least normally.
I was aware then that it must have been a painful ejaculation for the poor boy Nila had underneath. Evidence of this was that Domingo exclaimed a very suffered cry at the same time as that seminal expulsion. Even (I realized later) there were traces of blood mixed in with the semen Nila expelled from herself when she got up. It must have been one of the most painful things for him, and yet the hardness in the boy didn't go down. I understood then just how far my friend's lust and malice could go.
Feeling pity for the still very young boys due to the restriction of those metal rings, I myself decided to free them from the grip that was suffocating their manhood. I stood up and then knelt down in front of Pepe, ready to set him free from his torment. After doing so, I prepared to remove the shackles from the other two.
Nila, I suppose out of revenge, then mounted Pepe, since she had surely noticed that the boy liked me. Meanwhile, I sat down in an armchair to take a break, at the same time taking a sip of water. From there, I could observe Nila riding Pepe. It was inevitable for me to observe their sexual union, and I noted that Pepe's penis (once she stood up) would get stuck with the other boy's semen. Then I realized that being aware of it was causing me a morbid pleasure.
While I was seeing them I should have put a terrible face, because Nila told me:
But don't get upset, I'll only ride it for a bit, then I'll return it to you.
Almost spilled a glass of water while laughing. 'Am I really that transparent?', I thought to myself.
A little later, since it had already gone down for Tomás, I gave him a blow job from me. I wanted to put him in the mood like his colleagues, so he could enjoy himself too.
And yes, now free from their constraints, each of those three boys had the pleasure of passing through our legs. We were rolling around between us. We had a lot of fun. By that moment, an atmosphere of trust had been generated. In each sexual coupling, we would talk to our corresponding sexual partner, to get to know them a little better, at least from my perspective. I enjoyed pleasing some of their fantasies. For example, one of them (I won't say which) confessed to me at the ear that he really wanted to have sex with his friend's mom who was present. So while we were doing it missionary style, I would whisper in his ear that I was that woman and that I wanted him every time my son took her home. I really enjoyed that role-playing game.
The minutes passed and I ended up exhausted, lying on the bed while Nila was still riding Domingo, who was thrusting his thick stake between the legs of my lustful friend. Our gazes met, I smiled (grateful for that experience in which I had gotten myself into), and she leaned towards me. Taking me by surprise, she gave me one of the tenderest and frankest kisses I've received. I had never kissed another woman before. But her dominant character didn't disappear. She told me to stand on the bed, with one foot on either side of Domingo's head.
I supposed he wanted me to offer my sex to the dark-haired boy, and I didn't put up a fight. But before I sat down on the boy, Nila (who was in front of me) grabbed my hips and brought me close to her mouth. Her mouth and my sex kissed each other. Then she separated my vaginal lips with her fingers and introduced her tongue into me. If she hadn't provoked such pleasure, I would have stepped away immediately, but as it was, never before had I felt something like that coming from a woman. Inside me, I felt an electric current, a delicious lubricated pleasure. My inner walls got soaked, pulsating, dilating and contracting.
Excited by his caresses, I looked at my reflection in a large mirror situated in front of me and behind Nila. There I also saw how the boy's member entered and exited her. I was fascinated by that spectacle where I could see how a piece of flesh got lost between the big and perfect buttocks of my friend, who began to concentrate the attack of her tongue on my clitoris. It was inevitable for me to emit moans of passion and pleasure.
Pepe and Tomás, excited by what they were seeing, got up from the sofa where they were resting and went to stand next to us, eager to receive attention. I invited them to sit one on each side of me, and so I grabbed their sexes. Not silly, each took my nipples between his lips and sucked them.
I could notice that in a short time they already had an erection as perfect as at the beginning.
The scene I was seeing in the mirror was unsettling: A woman like me, holding between her hands two penises of boys much younger than her, being caressed on her genital organ by another's tongue. Who in turn moved desperately as she enjoyed another boy whom she rode with mastery.
Squeezed and caressed the penises of the two boys who were sucking my nipples. That was much more than I could have desired in my most secret fantasies. Domingo ran his hands over Nila's buttocks with both hands. The hands looked plump but still small in proportion to the enormous balls of my friend.
Sunday introduced one of his fingers into Nila's anus who did not oppose the act and, beside herself with pleasure received, at the same time sucked my sex with desperation.
Mother of mine! —I screamed as I felt the arrival of orgasm—. Ah... I can't take it anymore!
I convulsed; I shook like possessed. Nila's suction didn't stop and became irresistible. I felt like I was about to pee, so I did. A transparent liquid from my sex fell onto the face of that previously unknown person. I screamed, fainting, as my legs lost strength and my knees buckled. I collapsed with a thud onto Domingo's face.
When I opened my eyes I realized that the orgasm had been simultaneous for three of us: including Domingo and Nila.
Nila was the first to react. Smiling and victorious, she undressed and went to the bathroom moving her sensual and triumphant hips as she walked. After seeing her leave, I realized that I was making instinctive pelvic movements. My pelvis was wagging over Domingo's face. He responded by giving me very pleasurable tongue kisses down there. Smiling, I received the pleasure being offered, already freed and overcome from the shame of old.
I returned to take consciousness of the presence of Pepe and Tomás, who were still one on each side looking at me imploringly. They were whole and both begged with their gazes to be milked. I smiled at my own thought and took those pieces of meat. I pressed them feeling their palpitation in my fingers. I felt how a wave of heat enveloped me. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't recognize myself. I had on my face an expression of lust that I never had noticed in myself before. It seemed like a beast in heat. And I acted like one, like a vicious sexual woman, like a shameless one who had already lost all modesty. I released the members of the boys and positioned myself so that while resting on my four extremities, I gave Domingo to suck my breasts and offered my ass to the air.
Put yourself behind me —I ordered Pepe practically—. And you come here in front —I told Thomas.
I prepared myself to be penetrated by Pepe, who placed his member at the entrance of my vagina. He penetrated me with a single push. The member had slid in easily, since my sex was lubricated. I started moving slowly from front to back. The boy accepted that slow pace without speeding up his thrusts. I noticed he was caressing my buttocks with affection. I took that as a sign that our relationship had evolved. No longer were we the impetuous young ones at the beginning. Now Pepe was taking care to provoke pleasure with his member, not just receive it.
To Tomás, on his part, I caressed his testicles, curled my fingers around his penis near the root, and took it to my mouth. I inserted it into my throat, sucking it, choking at times even, but always in pursuit of giving him pleasure. I would only pull it out of my mouth to pass my tongue over the head and run along the shaft from top to bottom. Tomás was panting and shuddering. The combined noise of our moans and pants filled the room and increased the excitement of the group.
Every time I separated from Pepe, making his penis come out until the birth of his glans, I would give myself a push and bump my buttocks against his pubic area. In turn, he would make his testicles crash into my genital zone.
Put your finger up my ass —I asked him.
He did it, provoking in me a sensation that I still can't describe. The pleasure grew, reached its peak and ceased, to start again. That drove me crazy.
I pulled out Tomás's dick from my mouth and jerked it off, masturbating it.
No... no, please —she stuttered—. If you tease me like that, you'll make me come, and I want to but penetrating you.
It gave me tenderness. The shy boy, now with confidence, dared to ask me that. Despite this, I maliciously shook his penis again and with more force. Tomás endured, like a man, resisting finishing without fulfilling his longing. This encouraged me to reward him. But not yet, since Pepe's penis entering my vagina was producing the most intense pleasure, which intensified when he put his finger in my anus. Between Domingo's sucks on my breasts and the joy of the two cocks I was desperate, on the verge of a violent climax. The one I wanted to experience by doing something wild and unique that I had never enjoyed: vaginal-anal penetration.
I wanted to feel two cocks inside me and enjoy the simultaneous ejaculations of both. 'Cocks', I think it was the first time I called them that in my mind.
Rolled towards Pepe and shouted at him imperatively:
Get me out and stick it in my ass!
The boy accepted with good will. He pulled out his member from my vagina and prepared to put it in my anus. He previously licked my opening with his own tongue, without any disgust, and also did so with his penis. He placed his stiff member at the entrance of my rectum and pushed.
It was the first time I would practice anal sex voluntarily, my boyfriends and even my own husband had tried it before, but with none of them I had enjoyed it. Now I myself was asking a guy I barely knew that day to do it, and I was opening up such a delicious orifice.
Little by little, Pepe, or rather, his long member of him, was piercing my rectum. Millimeter by millimeter, Pepe was introducing his delicious penis.
Ouch! Ouch! Don't stop until it's all inside! -whimpering- Put it all in... all in... go through me... kill me... give it all to me -despite the pain I begged for it.
With the necessary time and effort, she pushed it in until her pubic area collided with my backside. Grabbing me by the waistband for support, he started pumping me.
Hey you're not cool! Grab me by the vagina! —I yelled at Tomas, who was still standing in front of me without knowing what to do—. Give me some space, please —I asked Domingo.
He took himself off unwillingly, since he would have surely preferred it if he had been the one to penetrate me.
Tomás slipped in underneath me, sliding his legs between my thighs, and I helped him insert his penis into me. When feeling the sizes of both penises inside me at the same time, I started to come. A coming that seemed eternal to me. My entire being was contracting and expanding. My anus tightly gripped Pepe's member. After that first moment of pleasure, provoked by breaking the taboo of my life's first threesome, I began oscillating. The two penises seemed like pistons entering and leaving me in concert, one entering and the other exiting. After a few minutes, I milked the one behind me completely dry. Pepe ejaculated abundantly while I, screaming as if I were dying, experienced the greatest orgasm of my life up until that moment.
I collapsed forward, this caused the two penises that my body housed to emerge from their refuge.
When I turned back to myself, I realized that Tomas hadn't finished. So, despite feeling fully satisfied, I knew it wasn't decent to leave him like that. I flipped onto my back and spread my legs for him to put it in again.
Say it! Do it, please —I said, knowing this would excite him; he had just confessed it to me a moment before when he penetrated me for the first time.
Not lazy nor tardy, Tomas got into position.
Sunday came closer again, not wanting to miss the opportunity for him to suck my breasts while his friend was penetrating me, which I did.
Tomás pounded me intensely; my intention was only that he relieve himself, since I thought it would be impossible for me to find more pleasure, but when I felt him inside, pulsating, accelerated, I got turned on. Soon I realized I was enjoying with the same intensity as before.
I'm almost biting into Domingo's fat cock out of pure pleasure, feeling so excited. After several minutes, Tomas told me almost without strength:
I can't take it anymore, I'm coming for you.
Yes darling. Screw me, don't hold back anymore. Let your sperm swim inside of me. I want to get pregnant with your kids. I want them to look like you
That was enough. In an instant the semen of the young boy flooded my vagina and led me to experience another orgasm. I could appreciate the warmth of Tomás's nectar. I screamed, convulsed, my muscles tensed and I came in a rolling, abundant orgasm that felt like it was drying out my brain. I was exhausted but happy and satisfied. I knew that I would never be able to experience that with my own husband.
Nila got out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe. She had taken a refreshing shower and invited us to follow her example.
While she was preparing some sandwiches, Domingo; Tomás; Pepe and I went to bathe.
Under the water I kissed them and with tenderness I soaped them, then they did it to me. Their sexes soon stood up. I took advantage and gave oral sex to all of them. But there was one who caused a mess and wanted to put it under full pressure. However, since everyone wanted it, I stopped them in their tracks. It didn't seem right to leave Nila alone while we were enjoying ourselves. She was waiting for us.
Covered with a bathrobe, while they were wearing towels tied around their waist, my companions and I went with Nila, who was waiting for us at the bar.
Seated in front of the bar, we all savored the sandwiches she had kindly prepared for us. We were hungry, having just burned off our energy a few minutes earlier and leaving us with a big appetite. We smiled at each other while devouring the food and quenching our thirst with drinks from the cantina. The guys were happy and so was I. How not to be on a night like this?
You are the most beautiful and most lustful women I've ever known. I never imagined that sex could be enjoyed like this, said Pepe.
—Yes... I feel like they've made a real man out of me. I love them —commented Tomas, and I couldn't help but want to shake his hair off the tender boy, as if it were a small puppy.
—Ah tenderness, we're having a good time too — I said.
I want to take them every day —Domingo said, and he stuck to Nila like a randy dog that mounts one leg, eager to mate swishing his hip.
Nila pulled him firmly away.
---Calm down Nero. We must be clear. You guys are good boys and did great catching, but Feli and I have stable partners. I don't doubt that we'll get along again to feel good with you, but I don't want you to think you can be with us at any hour and place.
Trust us. We'll never bother you — replied Pepe, showing maturity.
Thus it should be. And they must be discreet. If they want to come back with us, they shouldn't share this adventure with anyone, nothing of boasting with their friends, or there won't be another occasion.
The guys promised not to talk about the matter, but well, they were guys. The most likely thing is that they would do it, bragging about their sexual exploits to others. Nila asked for their phone numbers, but didn't give hers. Luckily back then boys like that didn't have cell phones; if this happened today we would surely have taken compromising photos with them.
After a chat session, the guys got dressed and left at Nila's request, who said she had a commitment. She promised to call them when there was an opportunity for another meeting. I assumed that was just an excuse to get rid of them.
When we were left alone, I told him:
I would have never imagined it. —I said, trying to assimilate what I had just lived.
What? That one also has the right to search for pleasure —she expressed, smiled, and kissed me—. And wait, it's not over yet, the night is still young.
I looked at her surprised. For me, the party was already over. The wild sex session had left me exhausted. What else did Nila plan if the guys had already left?
—I discovered a few days ago that a boy from the building across the street is spying on me.
Probably he was watching us today, that's why I left the curtains open.
Later it was for a note card where he wrote with a marker an invitation to come, which included the department number and floor where we were.
Come on, let's go, he said, and made her accompany him again to the bedroom where he placed the cardboard in the window.
Do you think he'll be able to read that?
Yes. It has binoculars.
Not much later the bell rang. Nila got up and I listened to her talking on the intercom with the building's reception desk. She gave instructions to let the visitor in.
A young man entered once, he was amazed before our presences. For the moment only our bodies were covered by gowns but, as Nila had proposed to me minutes earlier, we both shed them simultaneously, letting them fall to the floor. The young lad looked at us with eyes as big as plates.
Evidently we were going to 'devour' the kid (whose body, compared to ours, seemed very scrawny). But before that, faithful to her habits, Nila would play with him. For the occasion my friend posed a special challenge to him.
—Look —he told the teenager—, if you hold your breath for a minute without complaining, you'll be able to have sex with us. What do you say, do you accept the challenge?
The other one, still without losing that comical expression of astonishment, nodded frantically although not saying a word. Now I wonder if he would have accepted knowing the conditions under which he would have to hold his breath.
I know they sound like motivational tips you can find on any Facebook wall now, but back then it wasn't that common for a woman to say them out loud, and even less so for her not only to shout those kinds of tips, but actually put them into practice.
When we went out together, Nila would encourage me to live without attachments. To have fun without worrying about my marriage. To seek pleasure beyond what my husband could give me. Although I knew her, the truth is that I always feared how far her intentions would go, since she's a very determined woman.
And the most lustful one I've known.
That night, for example, after we got ready, Nila took me to a sex shop located in the Red Zone. In those years, mid-nineties; they weren't that common, actually that was the first time I entered a place like that.
The shelves and display cases were filled with various phallic objects; pornographic magazines; videos; intimate clothing; costumes and other art pieces by style. Nila showed me the quality and caliber of some silicone penises she took from a shelf. I was surprised by the incredible detail in them. They even had a quite realistic texture, including veins. I took one, although with some embarrassment. I feared the gazes of people around us, especially since we were the only women there at that moment. As I've said, it was another time. Although later it made me laugh at its long size and extreme thickness.
—Do you imagine if there were men with this size of...? —I commented, while comparing, in size and thickness, that fallic member with my own arm which was much thinner.
There are some, though -- affirmed Nila smiling.
I felt like a fool. I had never...
—Look. There's our lunch over there —he suddenly told me.
I took a little while to understand. Nila was pointing at three boys who were about a few meters away.
---How do you see...? Shall we have lunch together? ---he proposed to me.
—What?! No! How... how do you think? —I said, surprised by such a proposal. And it's that those three were very young, just kids. It was noticeable not only in their appearance but also in their behavior, since they spent laughing and gawking at any object they observed.
I couldn't believe that was crossing her mind. She was a married woman, just like us were. Those boys were kids compared to us... well, we were still young then, but...
—Look —she told me, however—, when did you live something like this? I bet you've never dared to even think about doing it with a man younger than you. And don't tell me that the mere idea of doing it doesn't tickle your curiosity.
—But Nila, these are a bunch of kids! What if we get into trouble? They could accuse us of...
Hey Feli. They must be over 18, I mean, they must be to have been let into a store like this one. Come on, let's go.
And I walked towards them. I stayed there standing, terrified of the possible consequences of my friend's actions. I started thinking about leaving, leaving her right there.
—Hello, my friend and I were wondering if anyone of you would be interested in showing us how one of these devices works —I could hear him say that as he took one of the boxes that the young people had been curious about.
They contained transparent cylinders with a rubber stopper similar to those used in devices that take blood pressure readings.
The three boys remained agog before my friend's boarding.
Excuse me, but we don't work here — replied the most correct (or the slowest) of the three.
Of course not. I know you're only seeing the merchandise like we are. It's just that I think I'll give my husband a vacuum pump, but before I'd like to see how it works. Look, what do you think if you come to my apartment and I invite you some drinks in exchange for letting me try one of these on you? Eh? What do you think?
I couldn't describe the expression on their faces without being brief. Those three couldn't believe their good luck. It was obvious they had only entered there to hesitate and take it easy. How could they have imagined they would run into an opportunity like that?
While Nila was paying for the product, the three boys didn't stop watching her ass, it was evident what motivated them to leave with two unknown women. Then, while they were collecting their backpacks that they had left in storage, I approached Nila to talk to her privately.
—How can you do something like that? How can you put your marriage at risk just for an adventure?
Is my marriage? Do you worry about my husband? Look, it's obvious that Heraclio does this type of thing all the time. I don't doubt he'll take three young girls to bed if he gets the chance. And what, women don't have the right to satisfy ourselves in the same way?
I didn't think the same as she at that moment. After all, the education my parents had instilled in me weighed heavily. I still remember the advice my mother gave me on my wedding day: “Marriage is sacred. Never neglect your man. Remember, God first and then the man”. Today that would be considered chauvinism (chauvinism coming from a woman, imagine!), but back then mothers themselves gave those mandates.
Those boys approached us. On their faces you could see how enthusiastic they were. They also looked at me with avidity and morbidness. I had never felt such intense, so eager gazes before. They must have been imagining what they would do with us.
Nila looked at me as if questioning whether I was deciding to accompany her in the party after all.
—Okay, let's go —I said.
I decided to 'venture into the ring', as my father would say. He was fascinated by bulls, and he always made metaphors with the fierce party all the time. Good grief, my Father. The poor guy would have run away in his boots if he saw me in such a situation. But it's that I had never felt what those interested gazes provoked in me. Being appreciated like that had boosted my pride.
Besides, I calmed down thinking that at any moment I could leave if things got too excessive.
When we returned to the apartment, Nila invited the guys various types of drinks to their liking and we sat down in the living room. There, drunk and relaxed, she started chatting with them. I kept silent, but honestly, I was staying attentive, waiting.
I noticed that the most outgoing one was Pepe, the tallest and most masculine of the three. Domingo; a dark-haired, rugged, and muscular young man; was the comic of the group, saying anything funny and mocking at any opportunity without fear of ridicule. Finally, Tomas was the quietest and, I assumed, the most inexperienced.
Nila asked them if they were no longer virgins yet.
Pepe and Domingo reacted with explosive laughter saying: 'No, of course not' and 'How do you think'. But Tomas remained silent and I noticed he was blushing.
They questioned them about how they had lost their virginity and it was notable the boasting and exaggeration in what they narrated.
After telling his anecdotes, Pepe dared to ask Nila about her first time.
Well, my first sexual experience was in high school. I used to wear the skirt of my uniform higher than the others, and that's why everyone wanted me. I liked teasing my classmates, although it was the teachers who couldn't stop looking at me. One day I wanted to play a trick on a teacher who had failed me, and since I knew he spent the whole class staring at my legs, that day I opened them wide enough for him to notice I wasn't wearing underwear. I knew that would excite him, and it was.
I just wanted to get back at him by leaving him really hot, since I already knew by that time that men hurt when they get too excited and can't release. But then, when the class ended and we were starting to leave, the professor asked me to stay.
You can imagine what happened. I didn't fail any subjects that year.
After hearing the anecdote, we all laughed. On Sunday, he noticed that Pepe had developed a noticeable erection under his pants. Immediately, he made mocking comments about him.
But to the surprise of others, Nila approached him and felt his package.
Okay, based on what can be observed, you'll be the first volunteer to show me how well this article I bought works. —Nila said, who then ordered—. Very well, undress, it's time to test the vacuum bomb.
And while he was for her the boys started to undress. There were laughs and even jeers among them. It was evident that, despite pretending to be tough guys, they were nervous, especially in the case of Tomás, whose hands were shaking as he unbuttoned himself.
This must be a virgin, I said to myself.
In the brief moment I was left alone with them, I also felt a bit embarrassed. I had never been in front of three men in such a situation, and much less at that age.
Nila returned with the product she had bought and, as she took it out of the box and assembled its pieces, the boys finished undressing as they removed their underwear.
It was a show that I still remember with nostalgia. Have you seen those scenes where you can see how a series of flowers open their petals naturally in the presence of the sun? It seemed like that to me, it was a natural spectacle in which those three appendages (of different complexions, skin tones, and lengths) slowly began to rise, influenced by our presence.
I would say that it was something magical that I had never witnessed in that way before.
Sunday made sarcastic comments about the state of his fellow's cocks and his own. The others laughed. Tomas had cheeks so red that he looked like a tomato.
Nila, however, took that seriously.
Okay, let's see —and with that transparent cylinder in hand, he made Pepe's penis enter the suitable opening for it—. That's it, now show me how well the pump I bought works —and Nila began to squeeze the rubber valve, pumping the air contained in the cylinder outwards.
I was amazed, the penis, which was already of considerable length on its own, became even more inflamed inside the container as Nila's hand pumped out the air from the receptacle. This action allowed us to witness the increase in size of the member. We were all astonished. I suppose Nila was the only one used to seeing something like this. It was incredible to see how the already erect penis of that boy grew even more, swelling the glans to the point of threatening to burst. By the expression of discomfort on the boy's face, we realized that the blood pressure in his penis had become excessive and even painful.
Already Nila, please for already —I begged him supplicating, fearing that he would do some permanent harm to the poor boy.
I feared that, like a horror movie, it would end up exploding in blood before the eyes of all of us.
Nila finally stopped and opened a valve allowing fresh air to enter again but slowly. When she finally removed the cylinder, we all could attest to the tremendous size of Pepe's cock. Even he himself was impressed.
—Well, it seems that this thing actually works. Of course, my husband will need more pumping and yet I don't expect his cock to grow that much —said Nila, pointing with one of her fingers at a size obviously small.
Everyone laughed, and I myself couldn't help but laugh too.
—Well, who's next now? You? —Nila asked Domingo.
With the robust boy Nila, she performed the same operation, and in the end, despite being subjected to pain, he remained pleased with his enormous size achieved.
However, when it was Tomás' turn, he couldn't bear the touch of my friend's hands on his intimate area and ejaculated uncontrollably. Nila didn't hesitate to scold him.
—How couldn't you hold back?! Now you'll be the last one to have the pleasure of penetrating us, for being too precocious!
Penetrate us? Hearing that made me realize it was time to leave before things got complicated. Until then I had been enjoying the situation, but hearing that revealed what Nila would propose next. She wouldn't settle for just erotic games. She was determined to have sex with those boys, or rather, for both of us to do so. Up until that moment I had been an observer and nothing more. At any given moment I could leave without getting involved, and that's when it was.
Hey Nila, I think it's better if I go - I said and got up.
Don't be silly. Let's have some fun —she replied and took me aside.
While the young people hesitated among themselves, Domingo and Pepe pretended to 'fight' with their own erections.
Don't be like that, come with me. We're going to have a great time, look.
And in that instant he showed them to me. I remained bewildered before such objects, didn't understand their purpose.
What are they? —I asked him.
She only smiled devilishly in response, that gesture foreshadowed her usefulness. Piqued my curiosity, I won't deny it, so I accompanied her back with the boys.
One for each one.
And so he handed each one a chrome-plated metal ring. They also didn't know the function of them, I could tell myself.
I say these are engagement rings to them — declared Nila.
The boys laughed. I suppose they thought it was a joke. Those rings were too big to be finger rings. And what did he want by giving them to them? Did he want them to commit to her for her boyfriends?
No, don't misinterpret me. This isn't about anything silly —Nila continued and proceeded to demonstrate it with an example, taking Domingo's member and kneeling before him—. These are placed around the penis, at the base, and do not allow it to lose erection. It works by constricting the blood that erects its members, keeping them hard like stone.
But Domingo stopped her, not letting her put it on him. From my side I understood the boy, Nila's explanation had seemed to me the description of a torture device's operation.
The other two put a face of total disgust.
I know... they're not exactly comfortable -- said, while getting up-- and that's why I put them on as a sign of commitment. If you are truly interested in having sex with us (Nila didn't even consult me yet she included me in the deal) then you'll have to put the ring on your penis. That's a requirement I'm asking for.
The boys showed themselves reluctant to accept such a proposal.
Look, I'm offering this to you on your free will. I won't have sex with you if you don't want to, but neither will I let you do it if you oppose using these rings —Nila emphasized—. With their use, they commit to not losing firmness until we're totally satisfied. Using them involves a certain pain, I don't deny it, and accepting them is your decision. If you don't agree, you can leave. But what I'll tell you is that if you want to enjoy the delicious body of my friend and mine (and she hugged me suggestively), you'll have to accept this commitment I'm proposing.
—Well, it's that we... —Pepe started saying, but he remained silent without finishing.
But look at this -- intervened Domingo, and wagged his short but thick cock, flaunting his masculinity from side to side in front of everyone's gaze. We don't need that, we're already well-settled.
—Yes, it's not going to come down that easily for us —said Pepe, and he mimicked his friend, but since his was longer, it caused slapping sounds when he hit his thighs with his stiff meat.
I already know you're having a good time right now -- Nila replied -- and you're more than ready for a quick fuck. But what I'm about to give you goes beyond just a screw, it's going to be a whole sexual experience like they've never lived before, and for that they need to hold on, make a sacrifice. I don't want them to get limp at the best moment. Take it as a detail from us. Like a gift so both of us can leave completely satisfied.
As none accepted, Nila became serious.
—Well, if you don't want to, I won't force you. It's been a pleasure meeting you. You can get dressed and leave, you know how to exit the building.
Obviously that was a unique opportunity that wouldn't present itself again in life, I could even see that, so...
—Okay, come on. —Pepe exclaimed, and stopped in front of Nila completely ready for her to put the oppressive ring on his penis.
While Pepe was being put in, Domingo and Tomás saw him as if he were experiencing the same discomfort that his friend seemed to be suffering. That ring appeared to be too tight for him, although it did 'click' after all, once he had closed it.
Hey, squeeze a big one! - exclaimed Pepe.
—That's how it should be —Nila replied—. It has to stay tight —she told him, and grasped his penis as a gesture of consolation.
But those words didn't excite any of the other two, so Nila took Pepe's arm and with her other arm she grabbed me.
Well, no way, we're going to lunch at our friend's place, and if you want to wait for him, you can do it here in the living room, there's TV so you won't get bored —she said, with particular disdain.
We three walked into Nila's room. While doing so, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful boy's body. Well-toned, his muscles were very defined. 'Undeniable consequence of exercise. If he exercises regularly, he must have agility for movements in bed', I thought and was surprised by my own reflection.
My gaze directed itself inevitably at the long penis of that young man. In clear combat stance, it stood upright like a spear ready to attack. My vaginal moisture became apparent as I thought that in just a few minutes, my intimacy could have as its guest that long phallus. A member that was particularly large and handsome. 'It's really handsome... more than my husband's', I don't know how I could think that, but I did.
To be honest, I even forgot about the other two young men who, before Nila closed the door of the room, approached.
—Hey, wait... —cried out imploringly Domingo.
At the end the other two guys joined us in the room with us, they didn't want to be left out of the game. And we played just what we did in that room.
Nila was undoubtedly the one directing the whole situation. What she said was obeyed. She established a game where, if any of the boys correctly answered, they would have the right to withdraw and take one of our intimate garments.
Nila asked me to turn around, giving the boys my back. Then she asked what color my eyes were. This surprised the guys, and despite their attempts (one for each of them), the first two failed.
Fortunately, for the third one (Tomás), the possibilities reduced and he got it right. The truth had not been engraved on anyone's mind this detail. Men look at other things first. But luck allowed Tomás to be the winner.
I would lose part of my clothes. Nila asked her what she wanted and the boy showed not to be so stupid by saying that he wanted my pantaloons. His friends applauded him for such a good selection. Nila encouraged the boy to come closer to me, and she asked me not to move, leaving me quiet while he proceeded to remove the agreed-upon garment. I remained expectant and somewhat nervous as Tomas knelt before me and put his hands under my skirt to lower my intimate clothes.
The amplitude of my hips and how stuck my dress was to my body made it difficult for him to maneuver, however, he managed to remove my panties. The other boys cheered and suggested he sniff her out. Tomas did it, stuck the garment to his nose and breathed deeply. The boy became ecstatic. I, on the other hand, laughed uncontrollably at seeing the face of that kid smelling my underwear. It was already quite funny to see those three with their well-erected members, nodding everywhere (or whatever you'd call it) as they walked. It was strange and funny at the same time.
After other questions I ended up completely naked, covering my breasts and sex with my hands, as I felt embarrassed. Nila, on the other hand, looked imposing, although she was already only wearing her bra and panties. It was clear that she, unlike me, was familiar with this type of situation, like the one we were living in at that moment, and looked very confident in herself.
Sunday stayed with his mouth open contemplating such beauty of a woman once she was totally naked. To be honest, everyone was perplexed at the loveliness of my friend's body. There was no doubt that Nila, besides possessing natural beauty, took great care of her physique. And it was also undeniable that at that moment she enjoyed being the center of attention in that room, I had perfect awareness of it.
Already without any clothes on, Nila opened the curtains in the room. At first it seemed strange to me. It was nighttime and despite being on a high floor, anyone in another building could see us. But then I got twenty, as they used to say back then. Just that's what she wanted her to do, for someone to be able to see us. By that time I had no doubt that Nila wanted to be observed, since it must have excited her. She was a total exhibitionist.
In that way, with the windows as a showcase for the spectacle of which we five would be part, the guys submitted to Nila's will.
For the next dynamic she established that they would be tied up by feet and hands, each one to a chair, and their eyes would be bandaged. I thought it was madness, it was too murky. I couldn't guess what she intended and they also reacted strangely and even there were protests. However, she threatened again that if they didn't do it they wouldn't be able to have the sex they so desired, so there was no more opposition.
Nila didn't tell them what the prize would be, however she promised that this time the reward would be even more pleasant. She explained the characteristics of the new game: I or she would approach each of the three and give them some caress (they would be seated, although unable to move). The boys should guess who it was, but tied as they were, they wouldn't be able to touch us, leaving only for us the initiative to make any kind of physical contact. Additionally, this time there would be a punishment because if they got it wrong, Nila or I would give them a good slap.
Nila encouraged me to be the first and I didn't think of anything else but giving Pepe a kiss on the lips who, being honest, was who I liked. He asked if it was about Nila and she herself told me to reward him contundently in response to such an answer. My slap took the boy by surprise. He emitted a curse word after which the others laughed at hearing it. I also laughed.
I tried to make myself available, assuming the next one would be Nila, but she told me to keep going with another of the guys.
The next victim was Tomás, whom I surprised by sitting on him, but facing him, and putting my tongue in one of his ears. The boy provoked tenderness in me. He immediately thought it was Nila, so he received another of my slaps.
When it was Domingo's turn, he could easily guess that it was about me after I gave him a kiss on the cheek. To be honest, I wasn't attracted to him at all. Nila imposed as a prize that I would sit on the boy's lap and, with oscillating movements, offer him a kind of dance in his crotch.
At first I didn't feel capable. I had never done something like that before. But Nila encouraged me. Despite my feeling, I stood up with my back to her and was ready to sit on him. With a finger, I tilted the boy's penis so it wouldn't accidentally enter me, since with the ring on I had it well erect. Once I rested my body on Domingo's thick thighs, and our bodies made contact skin to skin for a moment, I felt strange, as if I were someone else. I had never imagined, not even in my most intimate fantasies, being in a situation like that. My buttocks, uncovered by any garment, rested on the thighs of a complete stranger. One who, if I saw him on the street, would never occur to me to be intimate with him because of his age and appearance.
But then something weird happened. My butt started moving in circles naturally. As if my body was responding automatically to the situation, my buttocks were oscillating in a motion that got that super hot young guy and me going. I could even feel my vagina getting wet, like it was self-lubricating for what was coming. Sunday also released a little pre-ejaculatory liquid from the tip of his penis. Oil that got stuck in my thighs, since with them I had trapped the boy's dick.
Nila told me to stop.
It's enough, Felis, already there. That's sufficient.
I got up and the very impudent one yelled at me:
Don't get stained! Don't leave me like this so hot! Not even squeeze the rope, can't you see I'm already not holding on? - said Domingo, who tied to the chair was moving convulsively.
I supposed he was definitely desperate because he couldn't ejaculate and thus relieve himself. Undoubtedly, if he had his hands free, he wouldn't hesitate to come over me.
Nila approached him and with an authoritative voice shouted:
This is my game and I'm the one who sets the rules, so keep quiet and be satisfied - he expressed with total authoritarianism.
After what was said, I noticed a peculiar sparkle in his gaze. It was undeniable that he enjoyed feeling powerful in being able to grant or deny pleasure to any of those boys.
Nila was the next to give one of the boys a caress. This time it was Tomás who, passive, received a kiss from Nila, but it was just at the tip of his penis. Of course I wouldn't have done something like that. So I told myself: I'm sure he'll guess. And indeed, the lucky boy guessed correctly. Nila prepared to present her reward. She put herself with her buttocks right in front of his face.
I thought he would sit on the boy's lap, just like I had done, but not.
Nila grasped her head by the hair and stamped her face against his buttocks. Tomas's nose was lodged in the cleft that divided them. The two lumps of flesh were noticeably larger than the young man's cheeks, his backside being much bigger than the entire face of the boy. Nila spanked his ass in rhythmic and rapid movements, as if she were dancing an oriental dance without releasing Tomas's face.
I didn't know if that was a prize or a punishment. Nila had an expression of lustful insatiability on her face while performing such an act.
Without ending that series of prizes and punishments, the three boys, still tied to the chairs, seemed to be suffering a cruel torture. Not only because the tremendous erections refused to subside, but also because Nila was exciting them but not letting them relieve themselves. They must have been suffering a lot. Both of us were watching them in that state, while I felt pity for them, and Nila was clearly experiencing an evident aphrodisiac pleasure.
Nila was in a state of ecstasy, I could tell that. But for me it was different. I felt anxious seeing the boys like that, subdued. I felt empathy for those poor ones who, surely, would suffer terrible torment in their private parts. In fact, it made me remember when I was little my dad used to tickle me. I recall he would take his time not letting me escape. Don't misunderstand, that wasn't bad at all, it tickled my armpits, not a private area. But it led me to an unbearable state of ecstasy where tears choked my eyes. That's what I'm referring to in my comparison with the torture suffered by those three boys.
The three erect penises were agitated like yearners to be squeezed out, until they spat out what they longed to discharge with all their might. It was evident that the rings constricted them unnaturally, preventing them from relaxing even slightly, returning to their state of flaccidity.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Please, Nila, take those things away from them. They're suffering a lot, can't you see that? I begged Nila, despite knowing it would give her a morbid pleasure to see them like this.
She smiled and nodded.
Okay, if you really want it I'll do it, as long as I win a competition.
That wicked smile foreshadowed something perverse.
It was then that, following his instructions, I chose my 'mount' (as it were). I prepared to sit on Pepe. Nila, for her part, did the same next to me on Domingo.
See which of our mounts holds out the longest. Remember, this isn't a race to see who gets there first, it's a competition of endurance. If your stallion comes in first you lose, but if it's mine I'll give you the chance to set them free —he sentenced.
And once he said that, Nila took Domingo's robust member, pointing it towards her vagina, and told me to do the same with Pepe's. The two of us were about to introduce those two young men's penises into our vaginas for the first time. They hadn't lost the bandages covering their eyes, so neither would see anything, and we'd be in charge of all the action, leaving them defenseless against our movements. This wouldn't be making love; I had never done something like that before. This made me find the situation extremely exciting, despite my concern for those two's suffering; I can't deny it now.
Nila did a count, and at the end of this, both of us sat down at once on our respective thrones, as she called them. Feeling Pepe's stiff and warm member from one sitting was total madness. With my husband I always introduced it slowly. And although Nila immediately began to ride Domingo, for my part I stayed quiet for a moment, since, while I got used to such enormous penis, I enjoyed feeling its pulse inside me, it was beautiful.
But come on, old woman. Remember that it's a race —she spurred me on.
As my own body started to sway. And little by little I moved faster, maybe more from instinct than obeying her. The rhythm expressed the avidity of my own lust that was emerging in me. I slapped my butt like never before. Nila did the same on Domingo, who she rode as if she wanted to tame a rebellious beast beneath her, since, despite his restraints, the vigorous young man tried to bounce back, as if needed to make pelvic penetration movements.
Taking support on Pepe's knees, I sat down on his thighs that produced loud cracking sounds when my buttocks slapped against them. The sounds; the gasps; the heat; the pleasure were overwhelming. I let out a long groan only to swallow it back in with one more sit-down. The sensation this act gave me excited me. I leaned forward to see how our union was taking place and the association between that view and being aware that I was having sex with a complete stranger (much younger than my husband) filled me with perverse pleasure.
With that in mind, I lifted myself until the tip of his glans was barely trapped between my lips, then let myself fall again, feeling it all inside me with consciousness. Seeing that tube of flesh disappear completely inside me stimulated my lust to the maximum.
That type of 'cavalcade' would become a usual competition between Nila and me, habitual in our subsequent sexual adventures. We rode as well as we could. She was bouncing that behemoth of buttocks on Domingo, while I didn't stop doing squats over the resilient Pepe, who showed no signs of fatigue. It was clear that both boys weren't novices at all in sex.
At the end it was Domingo who couldn't resist anymore and ejaculated first, inseminating my friend's vagina. But at that moment I got a twenty again: those boys shouldn't be able to ejaculate freely due to the rings. The restriction exercised by such ring should not only prevent blood from escaping from his member but also avoid its semen from opening up through this same path to be expelled, at least normally.
I was aware then that it must have been a painful ejaculation for the poor boy Nila had underneath. Evidence of this was that Domingo exclaimed a very suffered cry at the same time as that seminal expulsion. Even (I realized later) there were traces of blood mixed in with the semen Nila expelled from herself when she got up. It must have been one of the most painful things for him, and yet the hardness in the boy didn't go down. I understood then just how far my friend's lust and malice could go.
Feeling pity for the still very young boys due to the restriction of those metal rings, I myself decided to free them from the grip that was suffocating their manhood. I stood up and then knelt down in front of Pepe, ready to set him free from his torment. After doing so, I prepared to remove the shackles from the other two.
Nila, I suppose out of revenge, then mounted Pepe, since she had surely noticed that the boy liked me. Meanwhile, I sat down in an armchair to take a break, at the same time taking a sip of water. From there, I could observe Nila riding Pepe. It was inevitable for me to observe their sexual union, and I noted that Pepe's penis (once she stood up) would get stuck with the other boy's semen. Then I realized that being aware of it was causing me a morbid pleasure.
While I was seeing them I should have put a terrible face, because Nila told me:
But don't get upset, I'll only ride it for a bit, then I'll return it to you.
Almost spilled a glass of water while laughing. 'Am I really that transparent?', I thought to myself.
A little later, since it had already gone down for Tomás, I gave him a blow job from me. I wanted to put him in the mood like his colleagues, so he could enjoy himself too.
And yes, now free from their constraints, each of those three boys had the pleasure of passing through our legs. We were rolling around between us. We had a lot of fun. By that moment, an atmosphere of trust had been generated. In each sexual coupling, we would talk to our corresponding sexual partner, to get to know them a little better, at least from my perspective. I enjoyed pleasing some of their fantasies. For example, one of them (I won't say which) confessed to me at the ear that he really wanted to have sex with his friend's mom who was present. So while we were doing it missionary style, I would whisper in his ear that I was that woman and that I wanted him every time my son took her home. I really enjoyed that role-playing game.
The minutes passed and I ended up exhausted, lying on the bed while Nila was still riding Domingo, who was thrusting his thick stake between the legs of my lustful friend. Our gazes met, I smiled (grateful for that experience in which I had gotten myself into), and she leaned towards me. Taking me by surprise, she gave me one of the tenderest and frankest kisses I've received. I had never kissed another woman before. But her dominant character didn't disappear. She told me to stand on the bed, with one foot on either side of Domingo's head.
I supposed he wanted me to offer my sex to the dark-haired boy, and I didn't put up a fight. But before I sat down on the boy, Nila (who was in front of me) grabbed my hips and brought me close to her mouth. Her mouth and my sex kissed each other. Then she separated my vaginal lips with her fingers and introduced her tongue into me. If she hadn't provoked such pleasure, I would have stepped away immediately, but as it was, never before had I felt something like that coming from a woman. Inside me, I felt an electric current, a delicious lubricated pleasure. My inner walls got soaked, pulsating, dilating and contracting.
Excited by his caresses, I looked at my reflection in a large mirror situated in front of me and behind Nila. There I also saw how the boy's member entered and exited her. I was fascinated by that spectacle where I could see how a piece of flesh got lost between the big and perfect buttocks of my friend, who began to concentrate the attack of her tongue on my clitoris. It was inevitable for me to emit moans of passion and pleasure.
Pepe and Tomás, excited by what they were seeing, got up from the sofa where they were resting and went to stand next to us, eager to receive attention. I invited them to sit one on each side of me, and so I grabbed their sexes. Not silly, each took my nipples between his lips and sucked them.
I could notice that in a short time they already had an erection as perfect as at the beginning.
The scene I was seeing in the mirror was unsettling: A woman like me, holding between her hands two penises of boys much younger than her, being caressed on her genital organ by another's tongue. Who in turn moved desperately as she enjoyed another boy whom she rode with mastery.
Squeezed and caressed the penises of the two boys who were sucking my nipples. That was much more than I could have desired in my most secret fantasies. Domingo ran his hands over Nila's buttocks with both hands. The hands looked plump but still small in proportion to the enormous balls of my friend.
Sunday introduced one of his fingers into Nila's anus who did not oppose the act and, beside herself with pleasure received, at the same time sucked my sex with desperation.
Mother of mine! —I screamed as I felt the arrival of orgasm—. Ah... I can't take it anymore!
I convulsed; I shook like possessed. Nila's suction didn't stop and became irresistible. I felt like I was about to pee, so I did. A transparent liquid from my sex fell onto the face of that previously unknown person. I screamed, fainting, as my legs lost strength and my knees buckled. I collapsed with a thud onto Domingo's face.
When I opened my eyes I realized that the orgasm had been simultaneous for three of us: including Domingo and Nila.
Nila was the first to react. Smiling and victorious, she undressed and went to the bathroom moving her sensual and triumphant hips as she walked. After seeing her leave, I realized that I was making instinctive pelvic movements. My pelvis was wagging over Domingo's face. He responded by giving me very pleasurable tongue kisses down there. Smiling, I received the pleasure being offered, already freed and overcome from the shame of old.
I returned to take consciousness of the presence of Pepe and Tomás, who were still one on each side looking at me imploringly. They were whole and both begged with their gazes to be milked. I smiled at my own thought and took those pieces of meat. I pressed them feeling their palpitation in my fingers. I felt how a wave of heat enveloped me. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't recognize myself. I had on my face an expression of lust that I never had noticed in myself before. It seemed like a beast in heat. And I acted like one, like a vicious sexual woman, like a shameless one who had already lost all modesty. I released the members of the boys and positioned myself so that while resting on my four extremities, I gave Domingo to suck my breasts and offered my ass to the air.
Put yourself behind me —I ordered Pepe practically—. And you come here in front —I told Thomas.
I prepared myself to be penetrated by Pepe, who placed his member at the entrance of my vagina. He penetrated me with a single push. The member had slid in easily, since my sex was lubricated. I started moving slowly from front to back. The boy accepted that slow pace without speeding up his thrusts. I noticed he was caressing my buttocks with affection. I took that as a sign that our relationship had evolved. No longer were we the impetuous young ones at the beginning. Now Pepe was taking care to provoke pleasure with his member, not just receive it.
To Tomás, on his part, I caressed his testicles, curled my fingers around his penis near the root, and took it to my mouth. I inserted it into my throat, sucking it, choking at times even, but always in pursuit of giving him pleasure. I would only pull it out of my mouth to pass my tongue over the head and run along the shaft from top to bottom. Tomás was panting and shuddering. The combined noise of our moans and pants filled the room and increased the excitement of the group.
Every time I separated from Pepe, making his penis come out until the birth of his glans, I would give myself a push and bump my buttocks against his pubic area. In turn, he would make his testicles crash into my genital zone.
Put your finger up my ass —I asked him.
He did it, provoking in me a sensation that I still can't describe. The pleasure grew, reached its peak and ceased, to start again. That drove me crazy.
I pulled out Tomás's dick from my mouth and jerked it off, masturbating it.
No... no, please —she stuttered—. If you tease me like that, you'll make me come, and I want to but penetrating you.
It gave me tenderness. The shy boy, now with confidence, dared to ask me that. Despite this, I maliciously shook his penis again and with more force. Tomás endured, like a man, resisting finishing without fulfilling his longing. This encouraged me to reward him. But not yet, since Pepe's penis entering my vagina was producing the most intense pleasure, which intensified when he put his finger in my anus. Between Domingo's sucks on my breasts and the joy of the two cocks I was desperate, on the verge of a violent climax. The one I wanted to experience by doing something wild and unique that I had never enjoyed: vaginal-anal penetration.
I wanted to feel two cocks inside me and enjoy the simultaneous ejaculations of both. 'Cocks', I think it was the first time I called them that in my mind.
Rolled towards Pepe and shouted at him imperatively:
Get me out and stick it in my ass!
The boy accepted with good will. He pulled out his member from my vagina and prepared to put it in my anus. He previously licked my opening with his own tongue, without any disgust, and also did so with his penis. He placed his stiff member at the entrance of my rectum and pushed.
It was the first time I would practice anal sex voluntarily, my boyfriends and even my own husband had tried it before, but with none of them I had enjoyed it. Now I myself was asking a guy I barely knew that day to do it, and I was opening up such a delicious orifice.
Little by little, Pepe, or rather, his long member of him, was piercing my rectum. Millimeter by millimeter, Pepe was introducing his delicious penis.
Ouch! Ouch! Don't stop until it's all inside! -whimpering- Put it all in... all in... go through me... kill me... give it all to me -despite the pain I begged for it.
With the necessary time and effort, she pushed it in until her pubic area collided with my backside. Grabbing me by the waistband for support, he started pumping me.
Hey you're not cool! Grab me by the vagina! —I yelled at Tomas, who was still standing in front of me without knowing what to do—. Give me some space, please —I asked Domingo.
He took himself off unwillingly, since he would have surely preferred it if he had been the one to penetrate me.
Tomás slipped in underneath me, sliding his legs between my thighs, and I helped him insert his penis into me. When feeling the sizes of both penises inside me at the same time, I started to come. A coming that seemed eternal to me. My entire being was contracting and expanding. My anus tightly gripped Pepe's member. After that first moment of pleasure, provoked by breaking the taboo of my life's first threesome, I began oscillating. The two penises seemed like pistons entering and leaving me in concert, one entering and the other exiting. After a few minutes, I milked the one behind me completely dry. Pepe ejaculated abundantly while I, screaming as if I were dying, experienced the greatest orgasm of my life up until that moment.
I collapsed forward, this caused the two penises that my body housed to emerge from their refuge.
When I turned back to myself, I realized that Tomas hadn't finished. So, despite feeling fully satisfied, I knew it wasn't decent to leave him like that. I flipped onto my back and spread my legs for him to put it in again.
Say it! Do it, please —I said, knowing this would excite him; he had just confessed it to me a moment before when he penetrated me for the first time.
Not lazy nor tardy, Tomas got into position.
Sunday came closer again, not wanting to miss the opportunity for him to suck my breasts while his friend was penetrating me, which I did.
Tomás pounded me intensely; my intention was only that he relieve himself, since I thought it would be impossible for me to find more pleasure, but when I felt him inside, pulsating, accelerated, I got turned on. Soon I realized I was enjoying with the same intensity as before.
I'm almost biting into Domingo's fat cock out of pure pleasure, feeling so excited. After several minutes, Tomas told me almost without strength:
I can't take it anymore, I'm coming for you.
Yes darling. Screw me, don't hold back anymore. Let your sperm swim inside of me. I want to get pregnant with your kids. I want them to look like you
That was enough. In an instant the semen of the young boy flooded my vagina and led me to experience another orgasm. I could appreciate the warmth of Tomás's nectar. I screamed, convulsed, my muscles tensed and I came in a rolling, abundant orgasm that felt like it was drying out my brain. I was exhausted but happy and satisfied. I knew that I would never be able to experience that with my own husband.
Nila got out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe. She had taken a refreshing shower and invited us to follow her example.
While she was preparing some sandwiches, Domingo; Tomás; Pepe and I went to bathe.
Under the water I kissed them and with tenderness I soaped them, then they did it to me. Their sexes soon stood up. I took advantage and gave oral sex to all of them. But there was one who caused a mess and wanted to put it under full pressure. However, since everyone wanted it, I stopped them in their tracks. It didn't seem right to leave Nila alone while we were enjoying ourselves. She was waiting for us.
Covered with a bathrobe, while they were wearing towels tied around their waist, my companions and I went with Nila, who was waiting for us at the bar.
Seated in front of the bar, we all savored the sandwiches she had kindly prepared for us. We were hungry, having just burned off our energy a few minutes earlier and leaving us with a big appetite. We smiled at each other while devouring the food and quenching our thirst with drinks from the cantina. The guys were happy and so was I. How not to be on a night like this?
You are the most beautiful and most lustful women I've ever known. I never imagined that sex could be enjoyed like this, said Pepe.
—Yes... I feel like they've made a real man out of me. I love them —commented Tomas, and I couldn't help but want to shake his hair off the tender boy, as if it were a small puppy.
—Ah tenderness, we're having a good time too — I said.
I want to take them every day —Domingo said, and he stuck to Nila like a randy dog that mounts one leg, eager to mate swishing his hip.
Nila pulled him firmly away.
---Calm down Nero. We must be clear. You guys are good boys and did great catching, but Feli and I have stable partners. I don't doubt that we'll get along again to feel good with you, but I don't want you to think you can be with us at any hour and place.
Trust us. We'll never bother you — replied Pepe, showing maturity.
Thus it should be. And they must be discreet. If they want to come back with us, they shouldn't share this adventure with anyone, nothing of boasting with their friends, or there won't be another occasion.
The guys promised not to talk about the matter, but well, they were guys. The most likely thing is that they would do it, bragging about their sexual exploits to others. Nila asked for their phone numbers, but didn't give hers. Luckily back then boys like that didn't have cell phones; if this happened today we would surely have taken compromising photos with them.
After a chat session, the guys got dressed and left at Nila's request, who said she had a commitment. She promised to call them when there was an opportunity for another meeting. I assumed that was just an excuse to get rid of them.
When we were left alone, I told him:
I would have never imagined it. —I said, trying to assimilate what I had just lived.
What? That one also has the right to search for pleasure —she expressed, smiled, and kissed me—. And wait, it's not over yet, the night is still young.
I looked at her surprised. For me, the party was already over. The wild sex session had left me exhausted. What else did Nila plan if the guys had already left?
—I discovered a few days ago that a boy from the building across the street is spying on me.
Probably he was watching us today, that's why I left the curtains open.
Later it was for a note card where he wrote with a marker an invitation to come, which included the department number and floor where we were.
Come on, let's go, he said, and made her accompany him again to the bedroom where he placed the cardboard in the window.
Do you think he'll be able to read that?
Yes. It has binoculars.
Not much later the bell rang. Nila got up and I listened to her talking on the intercom with the building's reception desk. She gave instructions to let the visitor in.
A young man entered once, he was amazed before our presences. For the moment only our bodies were covered by gowns but, as Nila had proposed to me minutes earlier, we both shed them simultaneously, letting them fall to the floor. The young lad looked at us with eyes as big as plates.
Evidently we were going to 'devour' the kid (whose body, compared to ours, seemed very scrawny). But before that, faithful to her habits, Nila would play with him. For the occasion my friend posed a special challenge to him.
—Look —he told the teenager—, if you hold your breath for a minute without complaining, you'll be able to have sex with us. What do you say, do you accept the challenge?
The other one, still without losing that comical expression of astonishment, nodded frantically although not saying a word. Now I wonder if he would have accepted knowing the conditions under which he would have to hold his breath.
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