Weekend out of town

My college friend, Lera, invited me out for the weekend—her husband, Sasha, and his friends had rented a large cottage by the lake to celebrate his birthday. I'd recently broken up with my boyfriend and agreed right away: I wanted to unwind, get away from it all. Lera said it would be a small group, seven or eight people, all close friends, and I got ready without a care in the world. I had to take the train, then a taxi. I put on my favorite sundress—a lightweight one with thin straps, white with tiny blue flowers, and mid-thigh length. I only wore a swimsuit underneath, because Lera had promised a sauna and a dip in the lake. The sundress was slightly see-through in the sun, but that added to the feeling of summer freedom. The cottage turned out to be large, wooden, with a terrace and a barbecue in the yard. When I arrived, Lera happily hugged me and introduced me to the guests. The group included: the birthday boy himself, Sasha; his colleague Denis, a large, bearded man of about thirty-five; Igor, a lean and agile man with perpetually laughing eyes; Maxim, a silent brunette with sculpted arms; and Oleg, short but very courteous, with a pleasant voice. Four men, Lera and me. Two women for four men—I mentally noted the odds, but didn't pay any attention. The day went wonderfully: shashlik, wine, and conversation around the fire. The men joked, told stories, and complimented me, and I felt relaxed and at ease. It warmed up even more toward evening, and Lera suggested we heat up the banya. We went first, steamed for a long time, and then she said she'd run to help her husband with dinner, leaving me to rest in the anteroom. I threw on a short terrycloth robe I found on a hook, sat down on a bench, and closed my eyes. The heat, the day's fatigue, and two glasses of wine had taken their toll—I dozed off without even realizing it. I was awakened by the sound of the door opening. The men had come in—all four of them—to take a steam bath. I wanted to get up and leave, but Denis playfully spread his hands: "Where are you going? We won't give up such a warm robe to anyone." Everyone laughed, and I stayed. They took off their shirts, remaining in only towels. The dressing room immediately became crowded. Their heated bodies emanated heat, mixed with the smell of coals and male sweat. Oleg sat down next to me and started asking me about something—about my studies, about my life—while his fingers lightly brushed my knee. I pretended not to notice. Suddenly, Igor, walking past, casually brushed my shoulder. And when Denis bent down to pick up a towel, he briefly placed his hand on my thigh, right where the robe ended. I caught my breath. I wanted to protest, but the words stuck. They seemed to sense my confusion and began to act in concert. Oleg gently hugged me by the shoulders, continuing to whisper something about how beautiful I was. Igor knelt in front of me and began massaging my feet—innocently at first, then his palms moved higher. My ankles, my shins, my knees. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I involuntarily parted my legs a little. Maxim, silent Maxim, suddenly appeared behind me. He took my hands and pulled them behind my head, holding them by the wrists. I jerked and said, "What are you doing? I'm actually Lera's friend..." but my voice sounded pitiful and unconvincing. Denis approached, squatted down, and, looking me straight in the eyes, placed his broad palm on my chest, right through my robe. "Friend, you say? And you're already soaking wet, you can even see it through the fabric." I blushed to the roots of my hair because it was true. My nipples were treacherously hard and clearly visible. Oleg, without waiting for my answer, opened my robe. Underneath was only a swimsuit—two small triangles of fabric. Denis chuckled, pulled the top of the swimsuit back, and ran his tongue over my nipple. I gasped. My body arched involuntarily, against my will. Maxim held my hands tightly, and Igor was already pulling my swimming trunks down. "Please, don't do this... I..." I babbled, but Oleg had already covered my mouth with a kiss. Not roughly, but insistently, his tongue slid inside. At that very moment, I felt Igor's fingers part my folds and begin to slowly trace them, sometimes pressing, sometimes releasing. I moaned into Oleg's lips, no longer able to control myself. They exchanged glances and, as if on cue, threw off their towels. All four had erections—different shapes, but equally ready. Denis was the largest, with bulging veins. Igor's was slightly curved. Maxim's was long and smooth. Oleg's had a wide, reddish head. I looked at them and knew I wouldn't be able to break free, and, frankly, I didn't want to anymore. They laid me down on the bench, throwing my towel on it first. Igor settled between my legs and immediately plunged his face there, greedily licking my clit with his tongue. I gripped the edge of the bench with my fingers. Denis came up to my side, took my hand, and placed it on his cock, urging me to thrust. Oleg and Maxim stood nearby, stroking themselves, waiting their turn. When Igor brought me to my first release—quick, unexpected, like an electric shock—Denis immediately changed positions. He jerked me up, flipped me over, and positioned me doggy style. The bench was just the right height. He entered from behind—slowly at first, letting me get used to it, then faster and deeper. I buried my face in the crook of his elbow and moaned, biting my lip to keep from screaming loudly enough for the whole house to hear. "Don't hold back, Lera and Sasha went to the store for more, they won't be back for a while," Oleg said, coming up from the front. He lifted my head and guided his cock to my lips. I obediently opened my mouth. Then everything blended into one continuous stream of sensations. They exchanged words without words, understanding each other with a half-glance. Maxim entered me while Denis rested. Then they both wanted it at the same time. At first, I was scared, shook my head, said it wouldn't work. But Oleg had already lay down on the bench and sat me on top of him, entering all the way. Denis, wetting his fingers with saliva, began to carefully explore my ass. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for pain. But he moved skillfully—first one finger, then two, stretching, preparing. When he started to enter, I cried out. It was painful and tight, almost burning. Denis froze for a second, but Igor held my hips, preventing me from twitching, and Denis continued moving—slowly, inexorably, until he was completely immersed. The overwhelming sensation made me sob out loud, but these weren't tears of pain anymore, but of overwhelming emotion. I was filled from both sides, and each thrust sent a growing wave of pleasure through my body. I came so loudly that Maxim playfully covered my mouth with his hand. Oleg came almost immediately after me, and Denis, growling something unintelligible, pulled out and came all over my lower back. But it didn't end there. I thought I'd get a break, but Igor immediately grabbed me, weakened, and turned me around. He sat me on the edge of the table in the corner of the dressing room, threw my legs over his shoulders, and thrust hard, deep. I moaned with every movement. The other three stood nearby, caressing me, touching my breasts, kissing my shoulders, and letting me suck their still-damp cocks. This went on endlessly. I lost track of time and the number of orgasms. At some point, the door opened slightly, and a neighbor from the dacha peeked into the dressing room—it turned out he'd come to ask for a lighter for the barbecue. Seeing me—disheveled, flushed, sitting on the table with my legs spread wide, while Igor was still moving rhythmically inside—he froze. The two men exchanged glances. Denis approached him and quietly asked something. He nodded, and a minute later he was standing there without his pants. So a fifth person joined the group. And then a sixth—his friend, who also just happened to drop by for a chat. It no longer bothered me or scared me. I floated in a hot haze of intertwined hands, lips, and bodies. When it was all over long after midnight, I staggered to the shower and then to my assigned bedroom on the second floor. I fell asleep instantly. It felt like this was the end, a wild and impossible adventure. But in the middle of the night, I was awakened by Oleg and Maxim quietly entering the room. They simply lay down on either side of me, at first simply hugging me, exhausted. Then their hands began to roam my body again, and I didn't resist. By morning, there were four of us again—the others had also joined in, arguing that it was more comfortable to sleep upstairs. The rest of the weekend passed in a blur. The sauna, the lake, the barbecue, and in between all of this—constant, almost uninterrupted caresses. I stopped being shy, stopped worrying about what Lera would say. Incidentally, she looked at me knowingly the second morning, but said nothing, just winked. It seemed this wasn't her husband's first birthday like this. I took the commuter train home and dozed the entire way, feeling a pleasant languor in every cell of my body. I was still wearing the same floral sundress, only now it smelled not of perfume but of campfire smoke and something elusively masculine. I smiled, without knowing why, and thought that Lera's next weekend was apparently planned for a month from now.