Three in the Tent: Vera’s Pink Streak

The scream made Sara’s eyes fly open. She was still lying on her back on the sleeping mat, still caught in the throbbing aftermath of the orgasm she’d just had, with Vera’s body collapsed on top of hers. She glanced sideways at her new lover, who wrinkled her nose in a weary grimace, like someone recognizing a scene she’d already lived through far too many times.

—Don’t scream so loud, Inés. We’ve only just come.

—I can see that already —Inés replied from the entrance of the tent, without letting go of the flap—. You certainly didn’t waste any time finding yourself company.

Sara followed Inés’s gaze and understood. The two naked bodies gleamed in the light of the lantern hanging from the ceiling, still damp with sweat and pleasure. The air inside the tent smelled of freshly finished sex.

—Says the one who went out for beers three hours ago —Vera shot back without moving—. And who comes back already serviced.

—What are you talking about?

—You tell me…

Vera finally sat up, peeling herself away from Sara’s body. When she turned toward her girlfriend, her eyes locked onto Inés’s shorts. A dark stain marked her crotch, far too large to be sweat. Inés tried to cover it with her hand.

—I went to pee and splashed myself —she said far too quickly.

—Of course, you slut. Splashed yourself. Let’s have a look.

With one sharp tug, Vera pulled her shorts down to her knees. Inés didn’t even try to stop her; she stood there with her hands hanging at her sides, biting her lip. Vera slid two fingers over her shaved mound and spread her in a V, parting her lips. Her clitoris was still swollen, still sensitive, and when Vera brushed it, Inés shuddered and ended with a moan clenched between her teeth. Vera moved lower, to the entrance, and found it soaked with something that wasn’t just desire.

—You piss from a very strange place, you filthy pig.

—Don’t believe everything you see.

—And you’ve lost your panties too. You must have left them as a souvenir for whatever slut fucked you.

Vera slid her fingers inside as far as the second knuckle. The creaminess gave her away: she was stretched open, freshly used. Inés tried to hold back her moans, but her cunt wasn’t obeying her and clenched rhythmically around her girlfriend’s fingers in a way she couldn’t hide. Sara watched them from the sleeping mat with her mouth half open. Far from inhibiting her, the situation was making her heat rise again.

—This is your last chance, Inés.

—I haven’t done anything, damn it.

Vera’s fingers went all the way in. Inés couldn’t hold back her scream. Two sharp smacks on her ass made her knees buckle and sent her sideways against the tent pole.

—All right, fuck. Yes, I hooked up with a girl from the campsite next door. But I swear, she only ate me out.

—Nothing else?

—Nothing else. Her friends showed up and I almost had to run before they descended on me. Besides, why do you care? You’ve already got a replacement here.

—You know I like turning straight girls. And I’ve had good luck with Sara, haven’t I, sweetheart?

Vera turned toward Sara and kissed her with her whole tongue, lifting her ass so Inés had a full view of what she was missing. Sara, still shaken by her orgasm and driven by the kink of having the girlfriend humiliated and watching them, returned the kiss. She ran her hands up Vera’s back and, on an impulse that surprised even her, spread Vera’s cheeks with her thumbs.

—I knew you dyed your hair pink for a reason, you slut. And this one’s even more of a dyke than you —Inés murmured.

—You wish you could make me enjoy myself like Sara, with how straight she is. But you’re going to learn.

Vera left Sara’s mouth and finished undressing Inés. Her tits were bigger than her girlfriend’s, and the two piercings through her nipples hung downward under their weight. Vera tugged one carefully, then twisted it. The nipple hardened at once and Inés closed her eyes. Then Vera lay down beside Sara, spread her legs, and looked up at her.

—You know what you have to do, slut.

—What if I don’t want to?

—Then go with the other girl. You’re not sleeping here.

Vera turned her face back toward Sara and resumed kissing her without waiting for an answer. She pinched her nipples while biting her neck, and Sara returned the gesture, fondling her breasts with both hands. Inés knelt between her girlfriend’s legs. She slowly stuck out her tongue and ran it first along the crease of her thigh, then over the mound dyed the same pink as her hair. She bit the outer lips and tugged gently, and with the first bite she felt Vera clench, even as she kept pretending otherwise against Sara’s mouth.

Inés’s tongue traveled all over her girlfriend’s cunt from bottom to top, brushing her clitoris at the end of the journey. Then she plunged inside. She licked every corner she could reach with the calm of someone who knew that body by heart. Vera began finding it harder to suppress her moans against Sara’s mouth, but she didn’t want to give Inés the pleasure of hearing her. She needed a breather, and she knew how to get one.

She sat up in one swift movement, grabbed Inés by the hair, and dragged her without ceremony to Sara’s crotch, slamming her face against the wet cunt. Sara jerked, but Vera kissed her again tenderly and let her relax. Inés already knew the script. She started with the shaved mound, licking and biting it as if she wanted to prove something. Sara had never had a woman between her legs before, and she let it happen like someone discovering a new language and understanding, without anyone explaining it, that she had been born speaking it.

Inés spread Sara’s lips with her thumbs and sucked her clitoris. Sara threw her head back. Having a hot mouth instead of the impersonal toy she usually used in her room was something else entirely. Having Vera beside her too, eating her mouth and fondling one of her breasts, multiplied everything tenfold. When Inés replaced her mouth with her tongue and began penetrating her, searching for the exact spot Vera had found minutes earlier, Sara screamed so loudly that the entire tent vibrated.

Vera smiled against her mouth. She knew that spot, knew exactly where it was and how a woman reacted when it was touched. She stopped kissing Sara to enjoy the spectacle of her girlfriend devouring another woman in front of her. But she wasn’t going to stay still for long. She rose carefully, rummaged through the backpack beside the entrance, and came back with the harness. The black plastic one, the big one, the one they only brought out for special occasions. She fastened it around her hips while Inés remained focused on Sara, oblivious to everything else.

Vera positioned herself behind her girlfriend and ran her tongue along the entire cleft of Inés’s ass. Inés jerked, and her face plunged hard against Sara’s cunt, driving her tongue all the way inside. Sara’s scream could be heard across much of the campsite. Vera tugged Inés’s hair and kissed her, licking up the juices her lover had left in her mouth as she did.

—I see you haven’t done anything from behind, you dirty girl.

—I told you, she only ate my pussy.

—Then we’ll have to fix that.

Sara barely registered the exchange. She was too busy enjoying the mouth buried between her legs. Inés went back to work, but a few seconds later she let out a muffled scream against Sara’s cunt. Sara opened her eyes and saw what was happening. Vera had used those seconds of distraction to drive the harness into Inés’s ass in a single thrust, with nothing but her own saliva for lubrication. The howl vibrated inside Sara’s cunt and wrung another shudder from her.

Vera took Inés by the hips and started thrusting. She made no effort to find a gentle rhythm; every drive went all the way in. Sara couldn’t see the size, but judging by Inés’s screams, it had to be considerable. Inés, however, didn’t seem to think it was too much. With every blow she pushed her hips backward, impaling herself more deeply, and with every blow she buried her tongue farther inside Sara. The three of them fell into a wordless choreography: Vera’s thrusts, Inés’s backward pushes, Sara’s spasms, everything linked by the same pulse. Sara pinched her nipples and cried out without shame, filling Inés’s mouth.

Vera felt that her girl was close. She gripped her waist with both hands to hold her still, sped up to the limit, and drove the harness so deep that its base rubbed against her own cunt. Inés shook through the spasms of orgasm and tried to pull her mouth away from Sara to scream, but Sara held her by the nape because she was coming too. All three bodies shuddered at once. Sara reached her third orgasm of the night, the most intense so far, triggered by the kink of having the freshly punished slut vibrating between her legs. Vera felt her pink pubis getting wet with Inés’s juices. She knew how to punish her, and she’d succeeded. But she still wasn’t finished.

***

Vera shoved Inés aside, next to Sara. Inés dropped like dead weight, still with two fingers buried in her ass, trying to prolong the throbbing afterglow. Sara remained on her back, panting, with no real understanding of how she had ended up having that night. Vera looked at her with eyes different from those she had used on her girlfriend: there was no punishment in them anymore. There was something closer to a trophy.

—Has a woman ever fucked you? —she asked.

—You know you’re the first.

—And I’m going to be the only one, gorgeous.

As if two different people inhabited the same body, Vera’s tone had turned sweet. She came closer to Sara and settled over her. As she kissed her slowly, the harness brushed against her thighs. Sara returned the kiss and ran her hands over Vera’s back until they reached her ass. Now Vera’s bare nipples were brushing Sara’s, and both hardened at once from the contact. Vera looked into her eyes and positioned the tip of the harness between her legs. Sara kissed her harder: it was her way of saying yes. The rubber entered slowly, without resistance, until it disappeared completely. The exact opposite of what she had done to Inés. When Vera completed the penetration, she felt Sara’s sex rubbing against her own, and a full lash of sensation shot up her spine.

Inés watched from where she lay to the side, seeing her girlfriend fuck another woman half a meter from her face. Almost by reflex, she slipped a hand between her legs.

Vera rose onto her knees to control the rhythm. Sara spread her legs and wrapped them around her, matching every thrust. Both women’s tits bounced with every impact, but Vera bent down from time to time to kiss her, bite her neck, or suck one of her nipples without ever stopping her movement. Sara answered with her nails in Vera’s back and her hips raised, asking for more without saying a word.

Vera kept speeding up, going deeper, reading Sara’s reactions like someone who already knew exactly what she was doing. Every so often she glanced to the side, into Inés’s eyes, while Inés continued masturbating without hiding it. Vera felt powerful, Inés humiliated, and for some reason that made Inés’s cunt burn even hotter—especially when she imagined herself in Sara’s place. Sara, meanwhile, had closed her eyes and was letting herself go. She had been feeling the orgasm approaching for a couple of minutes and knew it was going to be huge.

Vera noticed it at the same time. She grabbed Sara’s hips, lifted her pelvis off the ground, and began fucking her hard, pulling almost the entire harness out and driving it back in to the hilt. The wet slapping could be heard inside the tent with every thrust. At exactly the right moment, she drove it in until it touched the spot she knew would make Sara explode. Sara couldn’t hold on any longer. She began to scream and shake, her entire body melting into an orgasm that left her sprawled with her legs open and unable to breathe.

Vera removed the harness and threw it into a corner. Without giving Sara time to recover, she straddled her face and placed her cunt over Sara’s mouth. Sara understood and began licking eagerly, returning all the pleasure she had received. She found Vera’s clitoris at once, hard as a rock. Every lick made Vera moan and move over her, rubbing herself. Sara raised her fingers and searched for the inner spot Vera had used to make her explode minutes earlier. She found it on the first try. Vera’s orgasm was long, almost violent, and left her legs so weak that she had to brace her hands against the tent floor to keep from falling. Then, defeated, she slid down beside Sara and hugged her, burying her face in her hair.

—How was your first time? —she asked when she had caught her breath.

—No guy had ever fucked me like that —Sara replied.

—Women know what women like, sweetheart.

The two of them looked into each other’s eyes as if they had been getting to know each other for weeks, not hours. They were about to kiss again when a moan made them turn their heads. Inés, lying on the other side of the sleeping mat, had picked up the harness Vera had left in the corner and was driving it into herself. Her eyes were closed, her lip caught between her teeth, and Sara’s juices still gleamed on the rubber. Knowing she was fucking herself with the remnants of the other two had taken her somewhere she couldn’t come down from. It took barely a minute for her to come in front of them, shamelessly, with one sharp contraction that doubled her over.

None of them said anything. All three lay sprawled on the sleeping mat, far too spent to talk, listening to the dripping of the canvas and the distant voices of the campers next door. Vera turned off the lantern before falling asleep. The tent smelled of sweat, sex, and, for quite some time afterward, that pink dye.