Three in the Tent: Vera’s Pink Lock

The scream made Sara open her eyes wide. She was still lying on her back on the sleeping mat, still caught in the pulse 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 tired grimace, like someone recognizing a scene she’d lived through too many times already.

—Don’t yell so much, Inés. We’ve only just come.

—I can see that —Inés answered from the entrance to the tent, not letting go of the canvas—. You didn’t waste any time finding company.

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

—Says the one who went off for beers three hours ago —Vera shot back without moving—. And comes back hammered on top of it.

—What did you say?

—You heard me…

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

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

—Sure, slut. Splashed yourself. Let’s have a look.

With a sharp yank, Vera pulled her shorts down to her knees. Inés didn’t even try to stop her; she just stood there with her hands dangling, biting her lip. Vera slid two fingers over the shaved pubis and spread them in a V, parting the lips. The clit was still swollen, still sensitive, and when she brushed it she drew a shudder out of Inés that ended in a moan clenched between her teeth. Vera dipped lower, to the entrance, and found her soaked in something that wasn’t desire alone.

—You piss through a very weird hole, you filthy thing.

—Don’t believe everything you see.

—And you’ve lost your panties too. You must’ve left them as a keepsake for whatever cunt fucked you.

Vera slid her fingers inside to the second knuckle. The creaminess gave her away: she was stretched, freshly used. Inés tried to hold in her moans, but her cunt wasn’t obeying her and kept clenching around her girlfriend’s fingers with a rhythm she couldn’t hide. Sara watched them from the mat, mouth slightly open. Far from making her shy, the situation was heating her up again.

—This is your last chance, Inés.

—I didn’t do anything, for fuck’s sake.

Vera’s fingers went all the way in. Inés couldn’t keep from crying out. Two hard slaps on her ass made her knees buckle and she dropped sideways against the tent pole.

—Fine, fuck it. Yes, I messed around with a girl from the campsite next door. But I swear she only ate me out.

—That’s all?

—That’s all. Her friends showed up and I almost had to run for it so they wouldn’t jump me. Besides, what does it matter to you? You’ve already got a replacement here.

—You know I like turning straight girls. And with Sara I got lucky, didn’t I, baby?

Vera turned to Sara and kissed her with her whole tongue, lifting her ass so Inés could get a full view of what she was missing. Sara, still reeling from the orgasm and pushed on by the filthiness of having the humiliated girlfriend watching them, kissed her back. She ran her hands up Vera’s back and, in an impulse she hadn’t even expected from herself, spread her ass cheeks with her thumbs.

—I knew you dyed your hair pink for a reason, you whore. And she’s even more so than you —Inés murmured.

—You’d love to make me feel as good as Sara does, despite how straight she is. But you’re going to learn.

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

—You know what you have to do, slut.

—And if I don’t want to?

—Go with the other one, then. You don’t sleep 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 answered by kneading her breasts with both hands. Inés knelt between her girlfriend’s legs. She stuck out her tongue slowly and ran it first over the groin, then over the pubis dyed the same pink as her hair. She bit the labia, pulling gently, and with the first bite she felt Vera tense, even as she kept pretending against Sara’s mouth.

Inés’s tongue traced the whole cunt of her girlfriend from bottom to top, brushing the clit at the end of the journey. Then it dove in. Every corner it could reach she licked with the calm of someone who knows that body by heart. Vera began to struggle to hold back her moans against Sara’s mouth, but she didn’t want to give Inés the pleasure of hearing her. She needed a break, and she knew how to get one.

She sat up in one fluid motion, grabbed Inés by the hair, and hauled her mercilessly to Sara’s crotch, slamming her face against the wet cunt. Sara jerked, but Vera kissed her again tenderly and let her settle. Inés already knew the script. She started with the shaved pubis, licking and biting it as if she had something to prove. Sara had never had a woman between her legs before, and she let herself be handled like someone discovering a new language and understanding, without anyone needing to explain it to her, that she had been born speaking it.

Inés spread Sara’s lips with her thumbs and sucked her clit. 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 there too, eating her mouth and fondling one breast, multiplied everything by ten. When Inés switched from mouth to tongue and started thrusting into her, hunting for the exact spot Vera had found minutes earlier, Sara screamed so loud the whole tent shook.

Vera smiled against her mouth. She knew that spot, knew exactly where it was and how someone reacted to having it touched. She stopped kissing Sara to enjoy the sight of her girlfriend devouring another woman in front of her. But she wasn’t going to stay still for long. She got up carefully, rummaged through the backpack by the entrance, and came back with the harness. The black plastic one, the big one, the one they only brought out on special occasions. She buckled it around her hips while Inés kept concentrating on Sara, oblivious to everything.

Vera moved behind her girlfriend and ran her tongue along the whole crease of her ass. Inés jerked and her face suddenly buried itself against Sara’s cunt, shoving her tongue all the way in. The scream that burst from Sara’s lips could be heard across much of the campsite. Vera yanked Inés by the hair and kissed her, licking up the fluids her lover had left in her mouth in the process.

—I see you haven’t done anything back there, whore.

—I already told you, she only ate my cunt.

—Then we’ll have to fix that.

Sara barely caught the exchange. She was too busy enjoying the mouth buried between her legs. Inés went back to work, but after a few seconds she let out a muffled cry against Sara’s cunt. Sara opened her eyes and saw what was happening. Vera had used the seconds of distraction to drive the harness into Inés’s ass in one single stroke, with no lubricant other than her own spit. The howl vibrated inside Sara’s cunt and tore another shiver from her.

Vera took Inés by the hips and started pumping. She didn’t bother with any gentle rhythm; every thrust went all the way in. Sara couldn’t see the size, but from Inés’s screams it had to be considerable. Inés, however, didn’t seem to have too much to spare. With every hit she pushed her hips back, taking more, and with every hit she buried her tongue deeper in Sara. The three of them fell into a wordless choreography: Vera’s thrusts, Inés’s recoil, Sara’s spasms, all linked by the same pulse. Sara pinched her nipples and let her voice out without shame, filling Inés’s mouth.

Vera felt her girl was close. She grabbed her waist with both hands to pin her in place, sped up to the limit, and drove the harness so deep that the base brushed her own cunt. Inés shook through the spasms of orgasm, tried to pull her mouth away from Sara’s to scream, but Sara held her by the nape because she was coming too. The three bodies jolted at once. Sara reached her third orgasm of the night, the most intense so far, sparked by the filthy thrill of having the freshly punished slut trembling between her legs. Vera felt her pink pubis getting wet with Inés’s fluids. She knew how to punish her, and she had done it. 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 stretch out the pulse of the orgasm. Sara was still lying on her back, panting, not quite understanding how she had ended up in this night. Vera looked at her with different eyes from the ones she’d used on her girlfriend: there was no punishment in them now. There was something more like a trophy.

—Have you ever been fucked by a woman? —she asked her.

—You know you’re my first.

—And I’m going to be your first, pretty thing.

As if there were two different people inside the same body, Vera’s tone had turned sweet. She moved closer to Sara and positioned herself over her. While she kissed her mouth slowly, the harness brushed her thighs. Sara kissed back and ran her hands up Vera’s back until she reached her ass. Now it was Vera’s bare nipples rubbing against Sara’s, and both hardened at once from the contact. Vera looked her in the eyes and placed the tip of the harness between her legs. Sara kissed her harder: her way of saying yes. The rubber slid in calmly, without resistance, until it disappeared completely. The 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-body jolt shot up her spine.

Inés watched from the side as the show unfolded, seeing her girlfriend fuck another woman half a meter from her face. She slipped a hand between her legs almost by reflex.

Vera sat up on her knees to control the rhythm. Sara spread her legs and wrapped them around her, meeting each thrust. Their tits bounced with every удар, but Vera leaned down from time to time to kiss her, to bite her neck, to suck one nipple without stopping the motion. Sara answered with her nails in Vera’s back and her hips lifted, asking for more without saying it.

Vera kept speeding up, going deeper, reading Sara’s reactions like someone who already knows exactly what she’s doing. Every now and then she glanced to the side at Inés’s eyes, which were still openly masturbating. Vera felt powerful, Inés humiliated, and for some reason that only made Inés’s cunt hotter; especially when she imagined herself in Sara’s place. Sara, meanwhile, had already closed her eyes and was letting herself go. For a couple of minutes she had felt the orgasm looming and she knew it was going to be a big one.

Vera noticed at the same time. She grabbed her hips, lifted her pelvis off the ground, and started fucking her hard, pulling almost all of the harness out and slamming it back in to the hilt. The wet slapping sound filled the tent with every thrust. At just the right moment, she drove it in until it hit the spot she knew would make her explode. Sara couldn’t hold out any longer. She started screaming and shaking, and her whole body melted into an orgasm that left her sprawled out with her legs open, breathless.

Vera took off the harness and tossed it into a corner. Without giving Sara time to recover, she straddled her face and put her cunt over her mouth. Sara understood and started licking it hungrily, giving back all the pleasure she’d received. She found her clit right away, hard as a stone. Every lick made Vera moan and writhe on top of her, rubbing herself. Sara slid her fingers up and searched for the inner spot that 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 she had to brace her hands on the canvas so she wouldn’t fall. Then, defeated, she let herself slide down beside her and hugged her, face buried in her hair.

—How was your first time? —she asked when she got her breath back.

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

—Between us, we know what we like, baby.

The two looked into each other’s eyes as if they’d known each other for weeks, not hours. They were about to kiss again when a moan made them turn their heads. Inés, sprawled on the other side of the mat, had picked up the harness Vera had left in the corner and was jamming it into herself. Her eyes were closed, her lip caught between her teeth, and Sara’s fluids were still shining on the rubber. Knowing she was fucking herself with the leftovers of the other two had put her in a place she couldn’t come back down from. It took her barely a minute to come in front of them, without shame, with a dry contraction that doubled her over.

None of them said anything. The three of them stayed lying on the mat, too wrecked to talk, listening to the drip of the canvas and the distant voices from the neighboring campsite. Vera turned off the lantern before falling asleep. The tent smelled of sweat, sex, and, for a good while longer, that pink dye.