What Happened After My Cousin’s Bachelorette Party

It was raining furiously that night, and the distant sound of the storm accompanied me as I entered the room of the other Lucía. I looked at the photograph on the dresser and recognized her at once. To understand it, I had to go back six years, to the night my cousin Carmen invited me to her bachelorette party.

Her wedding was two months away, but she had moved the party to an ordinary Friday because her schedule was packed. I dressed in a dark silk blouse and a burgundy skirt that matched my jacket. I barely painted my lips and added a little color to my cheeks. I almost never wear makeup, but that night I felt like it.

There were twelve or fourteen of us in all: women she worked with and a handful of old friends. Renata was among them, an unexpected surprise. I had met her during the summers in a coastal town, when we were both around twenty-two and already at university, and I had lost touch with her long ago. She was still the woman she had hinted at becoming when she was young: vain, with shoulder-length blond hair, a calm gaze, and that slightly crooked smile. She had two generous breasts that showed themselves brazenly beneath her dress, and wide hips that filled out the fabric. She had married young, had no children, and had continued putting on a little weight ever since.

I sat beside her during dinner. We talked nonstop, going over who was missing and piecing the years back together. Then it was time for the presents and, as expected, everything was accompanied by risqué comments. Afterward, we divided ourselves among cars to go to a nightclub where there were stripper shows. It wasn’t my scene, but I didn’t want to contradict my cousin. I ended up getting into Lucía’s car.

It was the first time I had had her so close, although I had watched her throughout dinner. Impossible heels gave her a height advantage over me. She wore a black leather jacket, a very short red dress, dark stockings, and stilettos. Her brown hair hung loose, and her lips were painted an aggressive red. She looked us up and down when we got into the car, as if she were sizing us up.

The club had a table reserved almost right beside the stage. First, a guy in a mechanic’s uniform came out, all muscles and simulated grease, dancing with that forced slowness you see in movies. Some of the women in our group shouted obscene things at him. Another man came out dressed as a police officer, less muscular but more daring. The music grew louder, the crowd grew hotter, and at some point they brought two women up onto the stage. One of them was Renata. They handcuffed her as part of the joke, and everyone laughed and took pictures. The guy rubbed himself in their faces until all that was left covering him was a ridiculous thong. Renata’s expression changed as soon as the bulge came close to her mouth, but she kept playing along.

I had retreated to a bar at the back where there was less commotion. I was hot and thirsty. Lucía came over and sat across from me on a tall stool. I told her the show didn’t interest me much. I didn’t confess that something about her had attracted me from the start, and that I was beginning to feel cold—that sensation I get when someone arouses me unexpectedly.

The music forced us to move closer to talk and, without asking permission, she placed her hand on my thigh every time she leaned toward my ear. Once, she left it there a second too long and kissed my neck very slowly. She raised her glass toward mine with a smile that needed no words.

Now, with the passage of time, I don’t remember the exact phrases. I do remember what happened.

“Let’s toast to us,” she said.

“Of course. I’d love to.”

“Are you waiting for someone, or are you free?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, the two of us could leave alone. I’ve been watching you all night. I want to eat your pussy tonight, and I want you to eat mine. No beating around the bush.”

I felt my panties suddenly grow soaked. I toyed nervously with the glass between my fingers. I hadn’t planned anything, but the night already seemed decided when Carmen appeared looking for me.

The problem was Renata. She wasn’t drunk, but she was cheerful enough that letting her return home alone would have been reckless. The suggestion was that I drive her car and take her home with me to sleep. They had informed her husband, and he knew about it. Seeing my expression, Lucía convinced me in two sentences: it was a favor for an old friend, and it cost nothing.

What she said to me afterward, with her mouth pressed against my ear, was something else.

“It would be nice if you let her spend the night with us. We’ll open her up between the two of us. We’ll make her scream until it hurts.”

I started the car with my pulse pounding in my throat. Lucía suggested one last drink at her place. Renata accepted without batting an eyelash; she didn’t care where she ended up sleeping. During the drive, sitting in the back seat, she wouldn’t stop talking about the show, the police officer’s body, and how much she had laughed. I drove according to Lucía’s directions. I didn’t know the area, but I realized we were entering a quiet residential development on the outskirts.

The living room was spacious and smelled good. The three of us sat with glasses of wine and began with harmless subjects. Lucía teased her about the stripper, the thrill of the handcuffs, anything that might loosen her tongue. Alcohol did the rest. Renata ended up confessing that she had been dissatisfied with her husband for some time. She wanted more kink, more daring, and he wasn’t willing. He had lost his job, and she spent many hours alone at home. She admitted that she had gone to a sex-toy party and that one of the hosts had suggested a partner swap and then, almost privately, a meeting with another woman. Renata had said no to both things, but the subject had stayed on her mind.

“Look, Renata,” Lucía said, winking at me, “there are decisions a woman owes herself.”

“What decisions?” she asked, draining her glass.

“You’re young. You’re in your prime. And you’re bored in bed. Aren’t you?”

She nodded, lowering her head.

“I know what I’m talking about, darling. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

She asked her age, how long she had been married, the sort of things answered quickly. Then she raised the tone. Whether she sucked her husband’s cock. Whether he returned the favor. Whether she masturbated. Whether she watched porn. Whether she had tried it from behind. Renata answered amid laughter and blushes.

“I suck his cock twice a week, always the same, without wanting to,” she admitted. “He eats my pussy once a month, and he has no flair. I touch myself alone almost every night, with the vibrator hidden in the sock drawer. And we tried it up the ass once, but the idiot got scared.”

Meanwhile, Lucía had placed her hand on Renata’s knee and moved it a little higher with every answer.

“Have you cheated on him?” she insisted.

“No. But tonight, with the guy in uniform… fuck, I would have sucked his cock right there, on the table, with everyone watching.”

“And with a woman?”

“Nothing serious.”

Renata looked at me for a moment.

“Something happened during those summers. Do you remember, Adriana?”

I remembered. Clumsy touching in the darkness of a beach hut, a half-kiss we never spoke about the next day. Things twenty-year-old girls did and never gave a name to.

“Would you like to try it now?” I whispered. “I want to eat your pussy until you come on my face.”

A long silence. Lucía stood up and knelt in front of her. She slipped her hands beneath Renata’s dress and stroked her thighs without taking her eyes off her. She pushed the fabric up to her waist, moved her panties aside, and ran two fingers over her open pussy. She withdrew them glistening, strands of wetness stretching between them, and showed them to Renata before putting them in her mouth and sucking them obscenely. Renata sighed, let her head fall against the back of the sofa, and that was a yes.

“You’re very tense,” Lucía said. “And very wet. You could use a massage.”

“Now?”

“Now. Come on.”

She led her by the hand to a room at the back. It was spacious, with a tatami-style bed in the center and an iron-bar headboard. A low dresser, a small divan, everything in white and pale wood. Lucía lit a couple of candles, lowered the lamp to a dim glow, and put on barely audible music. She took a strip of black cloth from the drawer.

“The only thing that matters now is that you enjoy yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I’m nervous.”

She asked Renata whether she wanted to leave and forget the whole thing. Renata said no with a firmness that surprised me. Lucía blindfolded her and stood still, waiting. I approached, told her in her ear to relax, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She opened her mouth and sought my tongue hungrily, pressing herself against my body even though she couldn’t see me. Between us, we removed her dress, bra, and ankle boots. She was left in burgundy lace boyshorts and elastic stockings held against her thighs.

She was as I remembered her, more womanly but just as plump. Soft, harmonious curves; generous breasts beginning to lose their firmness; broad, pink areolas; nipples already hard and pointing. Wide hips, heavy thighs, and a round, compact ass. Her panties outlined the bulge of her pubis, and through the transparency I could make out a darker patch: she still hadn’t trimmed her hair. During those summers she had always stood out for that, for the abundance of her pubic hair and her refusal to touch it, even when it spilled out of her swimsuit. The crotch of her panties was black with moisture, soaked through, and gave off a thick, sweet smell that made me squeeze my thighs together.

We helped her lie facedown on the bed, and we undressed until we too were wearing only garter belts, both of the same kind, the ones that left the thighs and ass bare. Standing naked, Lucía looked even taller. She had a flat stomach, small breasts, barely any areola but prominent nipples, and a pubis trimmed into a perfect triangle. Between her thighs, long, hanging outer lips showed themselves, like two lobes, already shining with her own wetness. She kissed me slowly and ran a hand over my completely shaved pubis. She slipped a finger between my lips and plunged it all the way in without warning. She pulled it out, brought it to her mouth, and smiled.

“You’re dripping, you slut,” she murmured. “Just like her.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked louder afterward, so Renata could hear.

I nodded.

“I like you,” I murmured. “I want to suck your lips; they look delicious.”

“You’re incredible. But she comes first. You’re going to eat her, and I’ll watch you and tell you how.”

***

She poured oil over Renata’s back and began with circular massages. Her fingers slid down to the elastic waistband of the panties and then moved back up. With a gesture, she indicated that I should remove the stockings. We spread oil over Renata’s legs and divided the work between us from the ankles upward. Each pass spread her thighs a little farther apart. Whenever our fingers brushed the fabric at her crotch, she responded with a restrained sigh. Beneath her panties, the cleft of her sex showed clearly, and the oil mixed with what she was releasing herself; a thick drop was already running down the inside of her thigh.

Lucía gave one of her buttocks a sharp slap. Renata let out a surprised little cry. She repeated it on the next pass and gestured for me to do the same. Renata raised her hips, offering her ass to both our hands, accepting whatever came. Between us, we gave her more than a dozen spanks, which she followed with rhythmic sighs. Her buttocks turned red, hot beneath our palms, and every blow made her press her pubis against the mattress, seeking friction.

“Look how the little slut is pushing her pussy,” Lucía murmured. “We’re driving her crazy.”

She pulled Renata’s panties down below her buttocks, just a handspan, leaving her entire ass and the beginning of her sex exposed. She slipped three fingers between her parted cheeks, found her back hole, and slowly traced it with an oil-coated thumb. Renata let out a long moan and arched her back.

“Here too, tonight,” Lucía whispered in her ear. “We’re going to fuck you here too.”

Lucía took a pair of fabric handcuffs from the dresser. She had Renata raise her arms over her head, put them on her, and tied them to one of the bars on the headboard. We turned her onto her back. Her panties still covered her, but now the dark stain of moisture was visible, spread across the whole crotch. Her wrists were taut, her shoulders tense, and her breathing grew faster and faster.

We repeated the process from the front. Oil over her breasts, slow massages, gentle tugs on her nipples. We leaned down to suck them, and Renata answered with increasingly loud moans. I caught one nipple between my teeth and pulled until her entire chest arched; Lucía bit the other, licked it, and spat on it with the contempt of a high-class whore. We left her tits gleaming with saliva, her nipples swollen and red, almost twice as thick.

We returned to her legs. Lucía indicated that I should pull her panties down. Renata moved her hips to help me. When I slid them down her thighs, she was exposed: a swollen sex, long, fleshy outer lips covered by a dense mass of soaked brown hair, with strands of wetness clinging to it. Lucía spread her legs completely, lifted the hair with two fingers, and revealed the already-wet opening, pink and throbbing. The smell of hot pussy filled the room.

“Look at this slut’s pussy,” she said, pointing it out to me. “She’s dying to have it split open. Isn’t that right, Renata?”

“Yes… fuck, yes,” she answered in a broken voice.

A couple of fingers were enough to make her arch. Lucía penetrated her slowly, listening to the sloshing, watching her breathing quicken. She inserted two, withdrew them, inserted three, twisted them inside, and pulled them out glistening. Every time she plunged them back in, Renata’s pussy made that liquid, obscene sound of churning water. When Renata was about to come, Lucía stopped dead and slapped her hard, loudly, directly on her open sex. Renata screamed from the pain and frustration.

“Easy. Not yet. You’ll beg afterward.”

She made me kneel between Renata’s legs. She spread them all the way apart. I understood the message. I lowered my face and buried my nose in her soaked hair before sticking out my tongue. Her taste was sweet and salty at once, impossible to describe—the concentrated taste of a woman who had gone years without being eaten properly. I licked her vulva with an appetite I didn’t recognize in myself. I opened it with my thumbs so I could see her clitoris, swollen and shining, and took it entirely into my mouth. I sucked it as if I were sucking a small cock. She raised her pelvis, and I bent her legs to open her wider. Behind her, her parted buttocks left her anus exposed, its nerve endings tightening and relaxing. I held nothing back. I brushed it with the tip of my tongue, and she lost control. I buried my whole tongue in her ass, twisted and sucked, then went back up to eat her pussy, alternating between both holes. Saliva ran over her perineum, mixed with her own wetness, and soaked the sheets.

“You’re filthy whores,” she panted, moving her hips. “You’re eating my ass, you fucking bitches, you’re…”

“You love it. You’re enjoying it,” Lucía shot back. “Say you love having your ass eaten. Say it.”

“I love it, fuck, I love it! Please, don’t stop, suck my clit, suck me…”

“Please, don’t stop. Fuck!”

Her legs were trembling. The beast that had slept inside her for years had awakened. While I sucked her clitoris, I searched with one finger for her other opening. It slipped in her own juices. Renata jumped, but she didn’t push me away. The finger sank in completely. I felt the ring close around it and throb. I began pumping slowly into her ass while sucking her clitoris to the same rhythm, and she began moaning loudly, without shame, without thinking about the neighbors or anything else.

“You fucking bitch, ahhh, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m fucking coming…!” she shrieked as she overflowed into my mouth.

A hot stream burst from her, covering my chin and neck. I didn’t let go. I kept sucking her clitoris through the trembling until she came a second time, on top of the first, twisting against the cuffs until they creaked.

Lucía had lain down beside her and was caressing her breasts, tugging on her nipples with a look of vicious lust I hadn’t seen in her until then. The dominant woman inside her was showing.

“Did you like the way your friend ate your pussy?”

“It was… strange. Incredible. No one had ever… no one had ever done that to me, never put their tongue in my ass, fuck…”

“And you came like a bitch. Twice.”

“Yes…”

“Now it’s her turn.” Her voice had changed. She removed the blindfold but not the restraints on Renata’s wrists.

“How?”

“The way I tell you. You’re going to eat Adriana’s pussy. And if you don’t do it well, I’ll fuck your ass with my fingers again—but this time without lubricant.”

She ordered me to straddle Renata’s face. I needed to come; I had been on the edge for half an hour. I pressed my wet sex against her mouth, opened her lips with my fingers, and lost my breath when she licked my clitoris with an aggression I hadn’t expected from her. Then she thrust her tongue inside, pulled it out, and pushed it back in. A jolt ran through my entire body. She drove it deep, as if fucking me with her mouth, and sucked my lips one after another. I began riding her as if she had a cock beneath me, rubbing my clitoris against her nose. I cried out involuntarily and spilled over her face. I didn’t want to waste a drop. I lowered myself and licked her wet lips, cleaned my juices from her cheeks and chin, and thrust my tongue into hers in a long, filthy kiss, my own taste between us.

Lucía positioned herself behind me and thrust three fingers into my pussy at once. My whole body arched. She opened me, explored me, found that upper spot, and pressed it until I trembled. With her other hand, she pinched one of my nipples. Renata kept sucking my clitoris from below, her hands tied above her head, and suspended between the two of them, I came a second time, screaming obscenities I didn’t recognize as my own.

***

As I moved away, Lucía fastened fabric ankle restraints around Renata and, with my help, secured them to her thighs. She placed a pillow beneath her hips. Her ass rose, leaving her anus and glistening lips obscenely exposed. Her clitoris protruded hard and red, like a little cock, throbbing in plain sight.

“You’re going to kill me,” she said between gasps. She was aroused, but frightened too.

“You’re not going to die. You’re enjoying it far too much. Look at your pussy, look how it’s dripping. You’re begging for someone to put it in you.”

Lucía took a double-ended dildo from the drawer. She inserted one end into my sex with two slow thrusts until I felt it reach its limit, then fitted me with a harness holding the other end: a dark simulated penis with veins and a thick glans, almost obscene. She coated it with lubricant and stroked it as if it were a real cock, looking into my eyes and smiling.

“Accept the perverted slut inside you. We’re going to fuck you. We’re going to split your pussy open.”

“Then fuck me already, you bitches,” she said, lifting her head to look at us defiantly. “Break me open. Put it all the way in. I want to feel it in my throat.”

I ran the tip over her swollen lips, wetting it with her juices, and brushed her clitoris until she moaned. I thrust hard. As wet as she was, the rubber cock slid in and out without resistance, making a wet smacking sound every time I withdrew it completely and plunged it back in. I felt my own dildo moving inside me with every thrust, pressing exactly where I needed it. Lucía embraced me from behind, matching my rhythm, grabbed my nipples, and twisted them until I screamed. With her other hand, she squeezed my ass, spread it open, slipped a finger between my cheeks, and thrust it into my anus in time with my strokes. I fucked Renata while Lucía fucked me. Renata tensed beneath me, crying and laughing at the same time.

“Harder, fuck, harder, give me more…” she begged, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

I grabbed her hips and drove into her to the hilt, so deep that a nearly hoarse moan escaped her. I pounded her with all my rage, with all my years of not fucking like this, with my own excitement surging and ebbing. Lucía pulled away for a second, took a small vibrator from the drawer, switched it on, and pressed it against Renata’s clitoris while I kept thrusting into her. Renata let out a sharp cry, went rigid, and exploded inside. I felt her pussy clamp down in spasms around the dildo, penetration becoming even more slippery because she had come again.

“Again,” Lucía ordered without moving the vibrator. “Again, now. Come again.”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Adriana, fuck her ass with your thumb while you drive into her.”

I wet my thumb with her own juices and sank it into her anus. It opened without resistance, still loose from the earlier finger. Renata roared through a long orgasm that seemed never to end, mouth open and eyes rolled back, dripping from her pussy while her ass squeezed my thumb hard enough to hurt. I kept thrusting until I emptied myself too, coming with the dildo inside me, screaming against the back of Lucía’s neck as she bit my shoulder.

When we released her restraints, she let her head fall onto the pillow and gave a defeated moan. The veins stood out on her forehead, her eyes were wet, her cheeks sticky with my juices, her mouth swollen, her pussy open and throbbing between her spread legs. She looked at us defiantly, her voice rasping, and insulted us with almost no strength left.

“Whores,” she murmured. “Filthy sluts… fucking bitches… you’ve wrecked me…”

Then she curled onto her side, hugging herself, and fell asleep.

Lucía and I looked at each other, still panting. She slowly removed the harness, pulled the other end of the dildo from my pussy with a kiss on the nape of my neck, and led me to the divan. She knelt between my thighs and ate my pussy once more, unhurriedly, until she made me come for the third time that night against her tongue, while I watched Renata’s naked body sleeping on the other side of the room.

***

Six years later, standing before that photograph, I still wonder what passed through her that night. Whether it was Lucía who opened her up, or whether I had opened her long before, during those summers we had never dared to talk about.