Costume party

We had been invited to a costume party at a friend's house. There weren't going to be many people, just four couples; five, if Helena and Luis finally confirmed their presence. We had known for days that we would go out to have fun that Saturday, and after a very stressful time at work, I was looking forward to the moment. In fact, ever since they had told us the date, I had been thinking about all the different possibilities I had regarding the costume. And for some reason that I still don't understand, after looking a lot on the Internet at different costume sites, I finally decided on a devil costume. But not just any costume, but one of those that no one dares to buy except to wear at home on a night of sexual revelry with your partner.

The outfit in question consisted of a lace top that barely reached below my breasts, with bare shoulders and a neckline that was breathtaking. And underneath a little piece of fabric like a miniskirt, with ruffles and lace, just a couple of centimeters below my buttocks. It is true that, in a matching red color, instead of a thong I wore a pair of panties made of a fabric similar to satin, a little more modest, and thigh-high tights of the same color, to wear with the high-top boots; these were also lined in red. In short, an ode to the debauchery that I would never dare to wear if it weren't summer, and even less in a different forum where we would be celebrating that day. After all, none of the people in the group had stopped going to the beach in recent years with the rest, so at that point we all knew each other in little clothing. What was going to be the difference? I thought innocently as I took it out of the wrapper.

I didn't say anything to Mario until the day in question arrived. Well, I didn't say anything even then, because I preferred to keep the mystery until I got dressed and left the bedroom. He was speechless when he saw me. Although I have to say that I was speechless myself when I looked at myself in the mirror in the room. It was too much. I was almost embarrassed to even present myself in front of my partner like that, so imagine what the others might think when they saw me. The top, which was a deep red as I say, helped to at least keep anything transparent, was so tight that I didn't know how to put it on so that my breasts didn't slip out of the fabric. Either on top if I adjusted it by pulling it down a little, or on the bottom if what I wanted was to slightly cover the neckline to hide the enormous cleavage that peeped scandalously between my voluptuous breasts. And the skirt, oh the skirt… I didn’t know how to put it on, because I could hardly move without exposing my panties when I did so. Luckily the fabric of these made them look more like bikini bottoms than underwear, because as soon as I bent down they would peek out shamelessly from under the ruffles of the skirt. The rest of the costume served only to finish off the job, including, of course, the headband with the two very pointy little horns on the head. But… What could I do at that point? Nothing. I had nothing else to wear.

—But where are you going like that? Have you seen yourself? —Mario asked me, bewildered, when he saw me appear in the living room. He was wearing his old Mexican costume.

It took me a few seconds to respond. I didn't know what to say to him.

—Why? You don't like it? —I asked doubtfully.

—I don't like it? I do, but damn, you're not going to go like that.

—Come on, don't be a prude. Why wouldn't I go like this? I'm not showing anything —I said, opening my arms so he could see me better, as if with the gesture I wanted to show the opposite of what I was thinking.

—Fuck, Laura, you're almost naked.

"Naked?" I asked, acting surprised. "You can't see anything," I insisted. "And what you can see is something like a bikini."

I lifted my skirt and showed him my red panties.

—See? Like I was wearing a swimsuit.

I waited a bit to see what her reaction would be. My legs were shaking because I knew that the costume was too daring. But for some reason, I really wanted to show up at the party like that.

—Besides, I have nothing else to wear, so come on, don't ramble on or we'll be late.

I turned around and left him there pondering an answer. I ran to the closet, grabbed a gray trench coat I have that reaches down to my knees, and put it on.

"I'll wait for you outside," I announced from the hallway before Mario could see me again.

"You look awful," he said as he came to meet me. "They're going to freak out when they see you."

I smiled at him and took his arm.

—Come on, it won't be that bad. You're exaggerating.

I was very wrong.

Roberto and Marta were the hosts. They lived in an old family house that they had fixed up over the years to turn into a nice chalet on the outskirts of the city where the rest of us lived. Two floors, a nice garden with a gazebo and barbecue, a fairly decent pool and a garage installed in a separate building that once, very long ago, was a kind of shed to store farming tools. It was precisely there, in the garage, where they had originally planned to have the party. But the wonderful weather of the last few days had encouraged them to prepare outside, in the garden under the gazebo, a table loaded with food and another smaller one next to it with various drinks. On the floor, under this smaller table, they had also placed a huge cauldron filled with ice and beer.

We walked from home and arrived last at the party. The group had already gathered under the gazebo and when I took off my raincoat to give it to Marta, the reactions to my costume were immediate.

—Damn, girl, I thought I had gone too far —Marta commented just as she was about to grab my trench coat to put it away at home. She had chosen a sexy nurse costume for the occasion, but without a doubt infinitely more modest than mine.

—Yeah, maybe it's too much —I said in a low voice, somewhat embarrassed.

—Don't pay attention to him, you're going crazy —Roberto said, smiling. He was the first one to come over to greet us. He had a full glass in one hand, and the other, the free one, fell on my hip as he gave me two kisses.

"Go on, you pig!" exclaimed Marta, slapping him on the shoulder. "Don't come near her all night. We know each other."

The gesture brought laughter from the rest, including Mario, who had stepped aside to greet the others: Helena and Luis, who had finally come, Carlos and Susana, Juan and Bea. Marta's reprimand was precisely what caused the ice to break, and the relaxed atmosphere they had been in when we appeared to return. Roberto moved away from me without wiping the smile off his face, and without stopping to devour me with his gaze, and he approached the speaker to turn up the music a little.

The next hour was nothing special. We just got into the swing of things with the drinks and, although we were in good spirits from the start, we didn't do anything else but chat amicably in two circles. The five of us on one side and the boys on the other. It is true that during this time when the alcohol was slowly gaining ground in our veins I had to endure some sarcastic, rather recriminatory comments from some of the girls. Especially from Helena, who, besides not really wanting to come that night, didn't go beyond Coca-Cola, and had chosen a nun's habit to dress up in, which suited her like a glove. I didn't care. I had come prepared to have a good time, and the minutes, and the rum, were helping me not to take their comments into account. Neither their comments, nor the glances I received from the group of boys. Each and every one of them, without exception, would occasionally turn their heads and stare at my body. Some of them smiled and waved to cover up the fact that I noticed they were staring at me, but I'm sure they were really undressing me with their imagination. And what I was wearing left very little room for imagination. I soon realized that I was becoming like a magnet for them and that, instead of bothering me, delighted me. I loved it and at the same time it excited me. What the hell was happening to me?

The atmosphere changed when Roberto turned up the volume again. It was as if the party suddenly went to the next level, and the bachata that started playing loudly was the starting signal for us to stop talking and start dancing as if instead of being in our friends' backyard we had suddenly appeared on the dance floor of a summer disco. The men approached us, each one with his respective partner, and we all let ourselves be enveloped by the festival atmosphere that had suddenly been created.

We danced, drank, sang in chorus, drank, jumped, drank, laughed out loud, drank, hugged, drank, and so on for more than two hours until at one point the party got completely out of control. I don't know how many turns I did during that time we spent dancing, but it was a lot. Sometimes alone, sometimes holding Mario, sometimes hugging one of the other guys. And during many of those turns, that tiny garment I was wearing on my chest got as out of control as I did, because there were several times that I had to try to reposition it when, with more grace than shame, I realized that my breasts were almost out. Either up or down, but there was no way to keep it still in its place.

The thing is that there came a time when it seemed like nothing mattered anymore. There was so much chaos that Marta, perhaps a little fed up with seeing her husband wandering around me all the time, decided to regain a little of the limelight as the hostess that she was, and swaying to the rhythm of the song that was playing at that moment, she took off the tight shirt of her sexy police costume and rolled up her miniskirt until her thong peeked out from underneath. Black and lace, matching the bra she was wearing.

We all started cheering her on, as she continued to dance sensually. She looked like she was possessed. And in the midst of all this delirium, she approached Mario and began to sway in front of him.

—Hey! —Roberto shouted, making us believe that he was upset.

"What's wrong? Only Laura will be able to show her flesh?" Marta justified herself.

—Hey! You're showing off a lot more now, look at that horny thong you're wearing. Mine is little more than a bathing suit. —I lifted up my skirt, which had been flying around for a while now, and left the red panties of the costume exposed. Just in case it wasn't visible, I turned around completely on my heels.

We all laughed out loud. Well, everyone except Helena, who was making it clear that she was on a completely different wavelength. Coca-Cola in hand had moved away a little and her face reflected the discomfort she was feeling seeing us so wild. The same was not true for Susana and Bea. Although they were not as willing to make a scene as Marta was, they also seemed to be enjoying the party. In fact, Susana, not to be outdone, lifted up the blouse of her costume - she was dressed as a pirate woman - and showed her bra while laughing and dancing wildly. Bea, on the other hand, although as I say she was also having a good time, seemed a little worried about Juan, her husband. The poor guy had been leaning on the table for a while trying to keep his composure, but he clearly looked more affected by the drink than the rest. He was a little drunk.

We continued like this for a while and as the minutes passed, the fun was getting more and more intense. We had even gotten used to seeing Marta dancing in her underwear. Not in vain, her skirt had long since become a belt. In addition, Mario did not hide the fact that he was delighted with the game of jealousy. He did not stop fighting with Roberto to win Marta's attention, grabbing her by the waist every time he had the chance, and pulling her to dance completely close to each other. The truth is, I don't know if for Roberto, I'm sure for Marta it was, that innocent game was turning out to be fun. But I have to confess that personally, seeing Mario dancing tightly with one of the friends of the group, practically without clothes, so sexy, got me going a mile a minute. And after watching them for a while, I got a tingling sensation in my stomach that immediately went down to my crotch.

I couldn't hold it in any longer and took advantage of a moment of distraction to sneak into the bathroom in the garage, just beyond where we were dancing. I got in, closed the door, and anxiously took off my costume panties. Then I lifted my skirt and looked at myself in the mirror. My pubis was the same as it always was. Almost completely shaved, except for a very thin vertical line of hair, like a moustache.

As I stood there, facing the mirror, remembering the recent scenes of Mario hugging Marta, half naked, dancing tightly together, I began to caress my vagina, all the while looking at myself in the mirror. I was burning up. Burning and dripping. I was so hot that I could even feel my pulse racing. I was about to cum right there and then, and I would have, if it hadn't been for the fact that a second before an idea had crossed my mind that caused the excitement I was carrying to multiply a thousandfold and reach levels I didn't remember ever having touched before. I let go of my skirt so that it would take its position again just below my little crack. I adjusted my top well, before I couldn't help but touch my nipples with my fingers, they were very hard, and I smoothed my hair. Afterwards, I put the headband with the horns back in place, took a deep breath and went out into the street. The breeze that blew through my crotch made me realize that I was about to cross a very wide line, and that I might end up regretting it. But I didn't care. I was given over to the night.

When I got back to the group, Mario approached me, a little confused. Maybe even worried.

—Where were you? —he asked me, grabbing me by the hip.

—I went to the bathroom —I answered.

—Oh, okay. Are you okay?

—Yes, of course, better than ever, but I'm so hot I'm dying.

"Heat?" he asked, surprised.

This time I didn't answer. I just took his hand and placed my panties in it. Before, I had been the one who had them clenched in my fist.

"Will you keep them for me?" I said, smiling mischievously.

It took him a few seconds to react. He wasn't sure what I had handed him, but as soon as I moved away a little, he looked at his hand and realized what was happening. His eyes widened and he quickly turned around to follow me with his gaze. I smiled at him again and turned my back. Then, I walked over to the bucket on the floor to grab a beer, and I bent down, trying to keep my legs as straight as I could. Mario was shocked by the sight, because when I stood up again with the beer in my hand, I found him rooted to the spot where I had left him first, with his eyes wide open and his mouth open. He had become petrified.

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," asked Carlos, Susana's husband. "Are you okay?"

—No, nothing, my wife, she's in terrible shape —he replied, still staring at me. I was approaching them.

—I don't know if it's bad, what it is is very good.

—Hey, don't go too far —Mario protested.

—Leave it alone, silly, what are you jealous of? —I said when I reached them—. A compliment from time to time doesn't hurt anyone —we laughed—. But it's better if Susana doesn't hear you.

"Susana?" he asked rhetorically. "Look, Susanna is worried about me."

Carlos pointed to where the others were, and the three of us saw his wife and Luis, the nun's husband, Helena, dancing as if she were about to devour him. She moved around him with excessive sensuality, emulating a stripper just before she started to take off her clothes. The others, in a circle, laughed at the joke. Well, everyone except Helena. She wanted to laugh too, but she couldn't. And Juan, for his part, had ended up sitting in a chair with a look of circumstance.

"Come on, let's dance too," I said, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him away from Mario.

We moved a few meters away and I began to move in front of him, imitating his wife. The big difference was that I wasn't wearing pants like her, but two simple pieces of red cloth that barely covered anything, especially the skirt. I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him tightly towards me, inserting my right leg between his. We then began to spin around to the rhythm of the bachata that was playing in the background, and with each swing we made, I could perfectly feel the friction of his thigh against my naked vagina. And that innocent friction, innocent for him because he still didn't know that I had lost my panties in the bathroom, gave me an indescribable pleasure. When the song ended and we separated, I could see that I had left a sign of my state of excitement on the leg of his cowboy costume. Although judging by the bulge behind the zipper, I think he also found the dance very enjoyable.

"What, you're not going to say anything?" I asked Mario when I walked back to him to retrieve my beer. For a moment I was afraid I'd gone a little too far.

—Fuck, you've got me going a mile a minute. I don't know what's wrong with me.

I noticed he was nervous. Nervous and excited at the same time.

—Let's see? —I said as I put my hand on his fly. —You're going a mile a minute. —I laughed. —You're going to rip your pants. But you're not the only one. Look at me.

I took her hand and placed it on my pubis. She made no effort to free herself from the fabric and touch my little crack with the tip of her middle finger.

—Fuck, Laura, you're walking around with your pussy out in the open. Out in the open and dripping! —he exclaimed, being careful not to let anyone hear him.

He moved his finger up and down lightly, pressing right on my clitoris, and I felt my legs go weak.

—Please stop, they're going to see us, and if you keep going I think I'm going to cum right here. I've never been so horny.

"Well, I don't care if they see us," he said, pressing me harder.

—Fuck, stop, please —I insisted.

And since he didn't stop, I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down. Then, I turned my back on him and focused my gaze on the group again. I had to get away from him, because it wasn't the time to make a scene. Although I have to say that it was too late. Because as soon as I turned around, I saw Carlos and Luis chatting a little apart from the rest and with their eyes fixed on the two of us. I don't know what the hell they were whispering about, but I could imagine it. And if first Carlos was the witness of my state of enthusiasm, now it was Luis's turn to try the apple. As soon as he saw that I was only one step away from Mario, he approached me and grabbed me by the waist to dance as if it were our last dance on earth. He would spin me around, press me against him, pull me away and spin me around again, put his hand on my waist and pull me back… A whole repertoire of uncoordinated pirouettes that made my skirt move freely in the air and without any control. And to top it off, when the song was about to end, he raised my arms and pulled them, forcing me to jump, to end up laughing, landing astride his hips, with my arms around his neck and his hands… Oh his hands… His hands holding me tightly by the rear. Maybe it was because I was naked under my skirt, but when I felt the contact of his fingers firmly squeezing both of my buttocks, it seemed to me that he had enormous paws. I don't know what was going through his head at that very moment, because when he realised that it wasn't the fabric of my panties that he was touching, but my beautiful bare ass, he suddenly stopped laughing and the expression on his face became so lewd that I thought he was going to try and fuck me standing there. And the truth is, I don't think I would have minded if he had taken out his penis and let me drag myself down on his hips until I fell on top of him, or if he had simply thrown me onto my back on the drinks table, spread my legs and penetrated me hard in full view of everyone. Well, him, or someone else, because by that point I was already completely unbridled.

What happened instead was that Juan, who as you know had been struggling to stay conscious for quite a while, tried to get up from the chair that Bea had left him on and stumbled, landing face down on the floor. The impact was tremendous, and after everyone laughed, Bea, Roberto and Carlos ran to help him because he was not able to get up on his own. The other girls also came to see how he was.

"Can you put me down?" I asked Luis, looking him straight in the eyes when everyone else, except Mario, who couldn't take his eyes off me, had their attention on the injured man.

—Oh, yeah, sorry.

Without letting go of my butt, I couldn't, I was stuck to him, he slid me down his hip until my feet reached the ground.

—Okay, thanks. Now, can you let go of my ass? —I asked him, still smiling at him.

He didn't say anything to me. He just let me go and stood there thinking while I turned my back and took just one step towards where the others were.

“What do you think?” I heard Mario say. He had approached him just after I had left him there stunned. I was barely a meter away and could hear them clearly. “She’s hot, huh? I saw you grab her ass. Look what she gave me earlier.”

I couldn't help but turn around subtly to see what he was talking about. I discovered, astonished, that I was showing him my panties. I was still holding them in my hand. But why was he doing this? Was he showing off? It left me baffled, but I felt so flattered…

"We're leaving," Bea said when she saw that she could keep Juan on his feet, at least long enough for him to walk to the car. "He's in a bad state."

—Ooooh! —was heard among the group.

"I'm leaving too," Helena suddenly announced. In this case, no one was surprised. "Are you coming?" she asked Luis, her husband.

“Already? So soon?” he protested sadly.

—Fuck, don't go —Roberto told them—. Let's have the last one.

—No, I'm leaving. You can stay if you want —Helena said to Luis.— Will you take me? —she asked Bea immediately.

—Yes, of course, there is plenty of room.

"Well, I'm going too," Susana said unexpectedly, "so I can make the most of the trip. I'm a little tired."

—No kidding, okay? —This time it was Carlos who looked disappointed.

—No, no, but you stay with them, really. I'm exhausted —she insisted.

"Well, it looks like the party's over then," Marta commented as she straightened her skirt and searched for the blouse she had dropped on a chair when she took it off.

—Oh, fuck —Roberto repeated. —You too?

—Yeah, yeah, that's enough —he walked over to the speaker and turned down the music.

The party was definitely over. In my case, I suddenly noticed how the heat I had a minute before had dropped a few degrees. For a moment I even felt a little embarrassed for not having my panties on. Although I still felt a little nagging inside me that wouldn't let me calm down completely.

—Well, let them go. We stay.

—Okay, do whatever you want, I'm going up to bed —Marta added.

"We're leaving now," Bea repeated. She had just put Juan in the front seat of the car. "Are you coming then?" she asked the other two girls.

—Yes, yes, let's go —they answered almost at the same time.

—Don't make too much noise, okay? —Marta asked Roberto.

—No, don't worry, we're going to the garage. Are you staying? —she asked Mario. He was the only one who hadn't said anything yet.

I looked at him worriedly. Although it was true that the party was over, after what had happened all night, the last thing I wanted to do was go home alone. Besides, maybe because I had stopped so suddenly, I could feel that the alcohol was affecting me a little more than it should have.

—No, I'm leaving too —he replied in the first person—. It's late.

—Okay, whatever. Shall we go? —he said to the other two.

And just like that, in just a couple of minutes, Bea's car was leaving the building, Marta was saying goodbye from the stairs of her house, and Mario and I were at the door, with my raincoat on, waiting for Bea to leave completely so we could leave on foot, which is how we had arrived hours before. The boys had already locked themselves in Roberto's garage, and from where we were we could hear the sound of the music again, much muted now behind the walls of the building.

"Would you like to have the last one?" Mario suggested unexpectedly when we were left alone at the door.

“Here? With them?” I asked, surprised. I didn’t really know what he was referring to.

—Yes, of course, here, in the garage, with them —he confirmed.

—But the girls have already left. If you want to stay, you can —I offered, hoping that wasn't what she was thinking—. Besides, I'm pretty hurt. If I take anything else, I don't know how my body will respond.

—Come on, one more and we'll go home.

He didn't wait for me to answer. He took me by the hand and dragged me towards Roberto's garage. When we entered, Luis and Carlos were sitting on a sofa on one side, opposite the pedestrian door, in front of a huge television screen. Roberto was standing next to them, preparing three glasses of whiskey on the bar cabinet. On the opposite side, a giant table for family gatherings, surrounded by several chairs, took up almost all the free space. And between the armchair and the television, on which there was no image except the symbol of a musical note indicating that it was playing some kind of sound recording, there was a small living room table with several magazines piled up on it. The poor light in the room came from a small lamp placed on the bar cabinet.

When they saw us appear through the door, they were surprised at first, but then they became so happy that they started cheering us as if it were Cristiano Ronaldo himself who had entered the garage. The two people who were sitting there got up from the sofa and, with Roberto, happily approached us to greet us.

"In the end you stay," Luis commented animatedly.

—Well, we'll grab one and go —Mario confirmed.

"One, or as many as you want," said Roberto. He came with two shot glasses filled to the brim, one in each hand. "For now, you drink this much to be able to enter. It's the castle rule."

—No, no, I can't —I complained—. I'm already awful.

"It's mandatory," Carlos added, laughing.

—Drink! Drink! Drink! —the three of them began to sing at the same time.

I looked at Mario for help, but instead of supporting me, he smiled, shrugged his shoulders in resignation and emptied his glass in one gulp. They cheered again, and I, afraid of the consequences, had no choice but to follow him. I closed my eyes, brought the glass to my lips and without thinking much about it so as not to regret it, I imitated him. I felt the whiskey pass through my chest to my stomach, and immediately I noticed a wave of heat that made the opposite journey and concentrated all on my cheeks.

“God, this is disgusting!” I exclaimed. “I’m going to die.”

The reaction of the group was the same as with Mario. They started to applaud and cheer me on with laughter, and when the bad feeling had passed, I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction at having passed the test. And once my stomach forgave me the offense, what I was left with was a rapidly increasing dizziness and a suffocating heat that looked like it had entered my body with the whiskey, and was here to stay.

"Wow, it's so hot, I'm going to have a fit," I added, trying to fan myself with my right hand.

The four of them, including Mario, laughed loudly again.

—Here, woman, take off your raincoat and leave it there —said Roberto.

He grabbed my trench coat by the shoulders and gently pulled it off. He did it carefully, and I didn't put up any resistance, but still, as he dragged it down my back he couldn't stop the top of my costume from wanting to go right behind the coat. And it would have ended up at my waist if I hadn't been quick and reached it with my hands before my breasts were completely exposed.

—Hey, be careful! You're stripping me naked! —I protested.

She looked angry and everyone remained silent, thinking that I had been annoyed by the gesture. Nothing could be further from the truth. This time, I was the one who started laughing out loud as I finished taking off my raincoat.

—What a look of shock you four have on your faces. Come on, Rober, give me another shot of those, I think I'm getting the hang of it.

They got the joke and laughed again, applauding me for reacting that way. Roberto quickly headed for the liquor cabinet, and while I went to the table to put the trench coat on a chair, Mario and the other two sat down on the sofa.

And at that moment, as I threw my coat over one of the chairs, I suddenly remembered that it had been a long time since I had worn panties. I suddenly realized that I was in a closed garage, at one in the morning, quite drunk and accompanied by four guys, also very loaded, dressed in a pair of rags that barely covered anything. Especially the skirt, the shortest I had ever worn. And then I felt again the tingling that had plagued me when I took them off in the bathroom a few hours before. And if that weren't enough, I also realized that of the four guys two already knew. One was Mario, he was the one who kept them in his pocket, and he was the one who had encouraged me to return to the party; and the other was Luis, who had unwittingly witnessed with his hands that I was not wearing anything under that tiny skirt.

I turned to where they were and saw Roberto preparing the drinks and the other three on the sofa. Without wasting a second I went to the bar cabinet and without saying anything, I took one of the glasses that were already full and drank it again under the watchful eyes of the boys who were amazed. When I finished, I left the empty glass next to the others, turned my back on them, and bent over the television, ready to find the button that turned up the volume. It was hard for me to keep my balance and I had to put my hands on the table to keep from falling, but I managed to do it even so, keeping my legs as straight as possible, as I had done before with the bucket with the beers. I held that position until I managed to turn up the music volume. When I stood up again and turned to them, their faces were a real poem. Well, that's it, I thought. Now everyone knows what I'm hiding under my skirt.

—What, are you just going to sit there all night? I came here to dance some more —I said, starting to move to the music.

Roberto was the first to react. He took a long drink from his drink, grabbed the central table with one arm, moved it to the opposite side of the garage, and hugged me tightly by the hip to join me in the dance. The other three, including Mario, got up from the sofa, grabbed their glasses, and began to dance once more to cheers.

The next few minutes served to build trust. Trust and intimacy, because we never stopped dancing, drinking and laughing with each other. I felt like I was one of the group of boys, and they were around me, taking advantage of any opportunity they had to get close and touch me as much as they could. And with each passing minute, I was losing my composure exponentially. I was relaxing so much, and enjoying the prominence I had acquired, that at one point in the night I was no longer aware that I was being something like a toy for them. I began to let them shake me, put me on their necks, spin me around, and do anything else that caused my clothes, my scant clothes, to move as freely as they wanted. But the thing is, not only did I allow it, but I was loving it. And best of all, I realized that Mario also liked to see how his friends enjoyed me there practically naked.

At one point in the merriment, just when some sort of ballad happened to start playing on the TV, I had the gesture of approaching Mario in a cheesy way. I stood in front of him, threw my arms over his shoulders and he grabbed me by the hip. We began to dance like two lovebirds in love. It was a seemingly very romantic scene, and it would have remained so for a while, if it weren't for the fact that after a couple of turns in each other's arms, I noticed that a hand different from his, still encircling my waist, entered under my skirt and with unexpected skill slipped between my legs and reached my vagina.

I couldn't help but let out a little cry of pleasure, and instead of moving away to make him stop, my body reacted by wriggling to try to increase the friction with those fingers that had dared to reach my most intimate parts. Mario also realized that something was happening, but after looking me in the eyes, he continued dancing as if nothing had happened. And that lack of reaction on his part, and on mine, served to make the boy who had taken that step decide to go a little further, and without effort because I was soaked, he began to penetrate me with two of the fingers of that hand that had been touching me under my skirt for a while. I couldn't contain myself there, and without letting go of my boy's neck so as not to fall because my legs were shaking, I began to gasp out loud while I noticed how my whole body shuddered with the comings and goings of the mysterious hand.

There was no stopping it now.

It was Mario who pushed the situation to the extreme, and I still don't know what led us to behave that way. But, as soon as the song that had served to change the status quo of the evening, if it hadn't already changed a lot before, was over, Mario pulled me towards him and began to kiss me with excessive passion. That move served to make the guy who was touching me stop doing it, and I thought that the party was going to end right then. However, I was completely wrong.

Still kissing me, Mario raised his hands and placed them just under my armpits, gently but effectively pulling my top over my head. And then, before I could say anything, he bent down in front of me and did the same with my skirt. He grabbed it by the waist and dragged it down my legs to my ankles. In a matter of seconds I was standing there, completely naked, with no clothes on except for my thigh-high stockings, my red boots, and the headband with the little horns of the costume on my head. It's true that I was practically naked before Mario took my clothes off, but it's also true that I had never before in my life shown off in such a way, so explicitly, and much less in front of acquaintances. But I admit that at that moment nothing mattered anymore.

He grabbed me by the hip again and turned me 180 degrees just as the music started playing again, and with the gesture he left me facing our friends. The three of them had moved a few inches away and were looking at me uncertainly, perhaps afraid, but also with eyes of desire. That combination of feelings that I saw in his eyes, in those of the three of them, made me take a step forward.

I approached them, positioned myself in the centre of the triangle they had formed facing us and began to move softly to the rhythm of the music. They were so close to me that I could almost smell the testosterone oozing from every pore of their skin. They looked like three hungry wolves and I was their prey, dancing naked just a few centimetres away, eagerly awaiting my fateful fate.

It was Roberto who took the initiative first. He stood behind me, just as Mario had been, and pulled me towards him vigorously, making my ass crush the huge bulge that had appeared behind his fly. And right after, when he had me pressed against his body, he moved his hands up to my breasts and began to squeeze them firmly. I have rather large breasts, and although he wasn't able to fully encompass them, with the movements of his open and extended hands it seemed that was exactly what he was trying to do. Reduce their size until he could hide them under his fingers.

Luis was quick to join the party. He had already grabbed my ass hard first, in the street when I jumped on his hip, and Roberto's hands caressing my breasts now left him no choice but to bring one of his hands to my vagina. He began to caress me gently, and when I did the same, I brought one of my hands to his pants, he took a step forward and dared to kiss me passionately on the lips.

Carlos had been watching his two friends making a sandwich with me in the middle for a while. He chose to be more direct and make up for lost time. I didn't see him do it, but when he took my hand and let it fall on his fully erect penis, I realized that he was naked from the waist down. He had a huge cock, and when I tried to strangle it with my fingers I discovered that my hand wasn't big enough to do it. That caught my attention and I stopped kissing Luis to focus my gaze on Carlos's penis. Damn, it was big. And as soon as I saw it, I had the uncontrollable temptation to take it to my mouth to see if I could do with my lips what I couldn't with my hand. I turned 90 degrees, squatted down with my legs open and took that giant device to my mouth. I began to suck it with relish while holding on to it with both hands, but I did it imagining with each movement of my head that that huge cock, instead of entering and leaving my mouth, was doing so in my vagina. I wanted to feel something that big penetrating me with force, and since I didn't have it at that moment, I put a hand to my crotch and began to masturbate in the position I was in.

Mario immediately realized what I needed and decided to take the initiative again. He grabbed me by the armpits and forced me to stand up. When I turned to him in surprise to see what was happening, somewhat annoyed at having been interrupted, I had to wipe the remains of Carlos's fluid from the corner of my lips that were beginning to flavor the blowjob. He didn't care. He grabbed me by the head and pulled me towards him. He kissed me with more passion than he had ever used in the almost twenty years we had been together at that time. Then he separated from me and took off his pants and underwear, both items at the same time. He sat on the carpet waiting for me to sit on him next. As I did so, as I let his penis enter my insides, I felt that he had it bigger than usual, enormous too. I don't know if it was as deep as Carlos's, but it was enough to feel like I was reaching places I hadn't been able to before. I pushed him on the chest to make him lean back and started moving up and down, making his penis go in and out of me. I closed my eyes and started to pant loudly in time with those movements.

When I opened them again I discovered that Luis had imitated Carlos and had stripped from the waist down. They were both watching Mario and I fuck on the carpet, armed with their respective penises in hand, just a few centimeters away. Temptation took hold of me again and they both noticed it. And in this case it wasn't just Carlos who came closer so I could taste his enormous cock again, but Luis also wanted to know what it felt like to put his erect penis in the mouth of the girl of one of his lifelong friends. So first with one and then with the other, I started a duo blowjob while Mario continued to penetrate me lying on the carpet.

I didn't even miss Roberto while I was having sex with the other three, I was quite busy at the moment. Anyway, he wasn't far away. Without expecting it, I suddenly felt his big hands squeezing both of my breasts from behind. Now we're all here, I thought, believing that I couldn't offer any more of myself. Two cocks in my mouth almost at the same time, my partner fucking me on the floor and his friend Roberto about to rip my tits off the way he was pulling on them. However, Mario was determined to make me realize my mistake, once again. He brought his hands to my backside and gently separated my buttocks, inviting Roberto to enter a place where no one had ever entered before.

I don't know how I didn't wake Marta with the scream that came out of my throat the moment Roberto shoved it all the way up my ass. I felt a searing pain that forced me to let go of Luis and Carlos's members and fall dead on top of Mario, just as if a dagger had been stabbed into my back and it had hit me right in the middle of my heart. Both Mario and Roberto then began to move in unison and I began to cry with pure pleasure until I couldn't hold back any longer. I gave in to the biggest orgasm I had ever had in my entire life.

And he wasn't the only one.

—Oh, oh, oh, stop, please, stop —I managed to say while my whole body convulsed with pleasure.

I rolled over Mario and lay on my back on the carpet next to him, eyes open, trying to catch my breath.

—Oh, oh, oh —the moans mixed with the labored breathing, but the strange thing was that my body had not yet said enough.

I put my hand to my vagina and noticed that it was still dripping. I opened my eyes and saw Roberto on his knees right in front of me. His erection was still lingering. Mario was still lying next to me. I raised my knees and spread my legs.

—Please put it in me already, I can't take it anymore — I asked him anxiously.

Roberto didn't hesitate. He grabbed me by the thighs, dragged me towards him and stuck his cock in me with the same eagerness with which I had just asked him. He fucked me with such impetus that he couldn't last more than a dozen thrusts. He pulled out just in time to cum and ended up doing it with moans on my belly.

—More, please, give me more. —I was possessed.

It was Carlos' turn, and this time I felt what it was like to be penetrated by such a huge cock. I don't even know how I was able to fit that big, veiny machine in, but when he started fucking me I saw stars. So yes, size does matter.

Luckily, Carlos tried to be less impetuous than Roberto, and managed to keep me on top for several minutes. Luis, on the other hand, proved impatient. While his friend was fucking me, he knelt next to my face and fought to get his cock back in my mouth. In the end, he succeeded and ended up cumming on me while he groped my tits. Well, he and Roberto groped them again. Roberto recovered as soon as he came first, and decided to stand on the opposite side of Luis to masturbate with one hand while he kept caressing my breasts with the other.

You might be wondering what was going on with Mario, my partner. Well, although I'm not entirely sure what he was doing during the whole time I was fucking his three friends, I do know that at one point when Luis moved away a little to get comfortable before putting his penis back in my mouth, I saw him sitting on the sofa, with his cock in his hand, slowly masturbating while watching the scene.

When we were all done, myself included, several times, I lay on the carpet for a while trying to recover. It had been a beastly thing, too much pleasure for just one night, I thought with some guilt. A little while later I got up and, without getting dressed yet, I went to the bathroom, the same one where it had all started when I took off my underwear a few hours earlier. I had already seen the shower on the first visit and decided to use it to clean myself with the same peace of mind as if I were at home. I had a lot of residue to remove from my skin before putting some clothes on again. When I returned to them, soaked and still naked, I had only put my boots back on so as not to walk barefoot through the garage, I saw that all four of them had already dressed and were silent, each in a different part of the garage. They didn't even dare to look at each other's faces. I was afraid that this would not end well after what we had just been through together, and I decided to behave as naturally as I could to eliminate the cold atmosphere that had formed between them. The evening did not deserve to end like this.

"Rober, can you put on the last one before we leave?" I asked, approaching Mario. He was still on the couch, although he had also put on his pants.

Roberto immediately understood what I meant and smiled at me as he approached the liquor cabinet.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked me.

—Give me some rum and coke, but weak, okay. I've had enough to drink for today.

Afterwards, I leaned over Mario and gave him a warm kiss on the lips.

“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.

I then pulled away from him and walked over to Roberto. He was finishing preparing my drink. I grabbed him by the waist and forced him to look at my face. I stood on my toes and kissed him on the lips. He couldn't help himself and put one hand on one of my breasts. He was obsessed with them. With the other he grabbed me hard by the butt.

—Okay, little bull, that's enough for today, I can't take it anymore —I said, pushing him away from me—. We'll do it again another day.

She smiled again and nodded. Then, still naked, I walked over to where Luis and Carlos were meditating. I kissed Luis first, and then I approached Carlos and did exactly the same. This time I was the one who couldn't help but put my hand on his fly again.

—What you have here is a real treasure. Susana must be very happy with you. Another day you have to let me feel her inside me again.

He didn't say anything, he was cowed.

"Promise me this won't get out of here," I asked everyone, returning to the sofa area.

"Promise," Roberto assured. The others nodded silently.

I was still naked, just wearing my boots, but I felt so comfortable that I didn't feel like getting dressed. Not at the moment.

—Come here, let's toast to another night like this —I added, looking at Luis and Carlos. They both agreed and approached us—. Come, sit with Mario.

Like two lambs, they did what I was telling them. Once seated, I was the one who dropped onto the sofa right between them. Then, I turned a little and put my legs on Luis and Mario, and I leaned on the other side, resting my back on Carlos's lap. Once I was settled, I took one of each of their hands and placed them on my naked body.

—Come on, tickle me while I drink that drink, I think I've earned it — I said confidently. — What, is that cocktail coming or not? — I demanded of Roberto smiling.

"You're so dirty, Laurita," he said as he brought me the glass filled with the drink.

—And you know it —I replied—. Well, you all know it.

And for a little over another hour, the time that my drink lasted, and then some, we stayed there chatting as if nothing had happened. Roberto sat in a chair, and I leaned against the others while they kept caressing me all over my body, including Mario, who hadn't been able to wipe away the triumphant smile that had been plastered on his face since the moment I started moving naked around his friend's garage almost two hours earlier.

I don't know what you think of this story, but know that the more you like it, the more I like to tell my experiences. I look forward to your comments.