Camila’s Party Ended in a Threesome at Dawn

I had returned from Zurich the day before and called my lifelong friend to wish her a happy birthday. Camila came from a wealthy family, was divorced, and had no financial obligations tying her down. She organized weddings for rich people, almost always for the children of her parents’ friends, and charged them a hefty percentage that allowed her to live however she wanted: traveling, fucking, and drinking champagne at any hour of the day.

As soon as she picked up, she asked whether I was already in Madrid. I said yes, and she ordered me to stop by my place, shower, put on clean clothes, and fly out to her estate on the outskirts, a twelve-bedroom mansion owned by her parents. According to her, she had thrown a party just for close friends, and I couldn’t miss it. When Camila talked about close friends, she meant thirty or forty people minimum. And since they were all close friends, everything was circulating on the tables: alcohol, coke, hash. She always said coke helped loosen people’s tongues and made them more sociable, as if she needed to justify the habit.

As soon as I arrived, she planted a kiss on my mouth, as usual. It wasn’t that there was anything sexual between us, although we had fucked a few times in the past. It was simply our way of showing affection. The first thing she told me was that, if I wanted to stay the night, the usual room was free.

The party got out of hand fast. By one in the morning, couples were already making out on the sofas, some guy was snorting a line in the kitchen, and two women were dancing pressed tightly against each other on the terrace. At two, I decided to go upstairs to sleep. Before that, I stopped by the upstairs bathroom to take a piss.

When I went in, I realized someone was in the shower. I apologized and was about to leave when a woman’s voice told me I could stay if I wanted. I pulled the curtain aside a little and was left speechless. A blonde woman was sitting on a stool, legs spread, with the hot water jet aimed directly at her pussy. She was masturbating with the pressure of the water while twisting her nipples with her other hand.

—Are you going to take a piss? —she asked without stopping touching herself.

I nodded without taking my eyes off her shaved pussy.

—Get in anyway, then. Don’t be shy.

I didn’t think twice. I took off my boxers and shirt—that was all I was wearing—and got into the shower with her. She left the showerhead hanging, stood up from the stool, and slammed me against the hot tiles. She bit my neck and grabbed my cock with her free hand.

—I was about to come when you walked in —she whispered in my ear—. Finish me.

I grabbed her by the waist and turned her around, pressing her against the same tile. I spread her legs with my knee and shoved two fingers inside her. She was so wet that they slid in without resistance. I started moving them quickly, curling them inward, while squeezing one of her tits with my other hand until she moaned against the glass.

—Harder —she panted—. Fuck me with your fingers, goddammit.

I finger-fucked her until she came, squeezing my fingers with her pussy and digging her nails into my forearm. Before her body had finished trembling, I turned her around again, sat her on the stool, and knelt between her legs. I ate her pussy slowly, savoring all of her, sucking her swollen clitoris until she came a second time, pulling my hair.

—Now you —she said, forcing me to stand.

I climbed onto the bench, resting my back against the partition, while she stayed on her knees, my cock level with her face. She moistened her lips and swallowed me down to the throat on the first try. I could feel her tongue caressing the underside as she moved up and down, squeezing my balls with her other hand.

—I’m going to come —I warned her.

She nodded with her mouth full and sped up. I flooded her throat in spurts, and she swallowed everything without letting a drop escape. Then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips, thanked me for dessert, and left the shower to dry herself off. I didn’t even ask her name.

I showered quickly, put on my boxers, and went to the usual room.

***

When I went in, I saw that one of the beds was occupied by two sleeping women. They were wearing only their panties and were embracing: one blonde and one brunette. I tried to see whether I knew either of them, but I recognized neither. The truth was, I couldn’t see their faces very well either: one had her face covered by her hair, the other by a hand. I took off my shirt, stayed in my briefs, and lay on my back on the other bed.

It was already getting light when I felt something wet on my nipple. I thought I was dreaming, but it was too real. Especially when little bites began landing on me and a hand slid down my stomach. I opened my eyes and found two tangles of hair, one blonde and one brunette, pressed against my torso. I looked at the neighboring bed. It was empty. They were the two women in panties.

—Good morning —the blonde whispered without lifting her mouth from my chest.

—Keep sleeping —the brunette murmured—. We just want to play for a while.

The blonde licked her way up my chest to my neck, then straddled me. She yanked off her panties and planted one tit in my mouth. I bit it eagerly, and she let out a hoarse moan. Meanwhile, the brunette descended my stomach, ripped off my briefs with one swipe, and shoved my cock into her mouth. She swallowed it all the way down. She pulled it out, licked it from top to bottom, and put it back in while searching for my asshole with a saliva-wet finger.

—Fuck —I blurted out.

The blonde laughed and offered me her other tit. I sucked it until it turned red while the brunette greedily sucked my cock, squeezing my balls and playing with my ass with her finger.

—Switch —the blonde said.

The brunette looked at her for a moment, then moved aside. The blonde turned around on top of me, planted her pussy over my face, and lowered her mouth to eat my cock. I grabbed her hips and ate her clitoris with the tip of my tongue while the brunette sucked my balls and worked my ass with two fingers. I could feel both mouths and all four hands at once, and it was taking everything I had to hold out.

When the blonde began trembling and squeezing her thighs against my ears, I gently moved her away. I didn’t want her to come yet.

—Get into sixty-nine —I told them—. Blonde on top.

They obeyed without protest. The blonde straddled the brunette’s face and lowered her mouth to the other woman’s pussy. They began eating each other eagerly, moaning against their wet pussies. I knelt behind the blonde and drove my cock into her with one thrust. She was just as soaked as the woman in the bathroom had been hours earlier. I started fucking her hard, pressing upward so I wouldn’t crush the brunette’s face and so she wouldn’t lose the blonde’s clitoris between her lips.

—Fuck me harder —the blonde moaned against the other woman’s pussy—. Don’t stop.

I fucked her harder until I felt I was about to come. I pulled out in time and moved to one side to find the brunette’s mouth. She opened it without hesitation and swallowed my pussy-wet cock without so much as a grimace. She clearly loved it. The brunette sucked me with her eyes closed while the blonde ate her pussy with two fingers inside her.

Switch again. I sat on the edge of the bed and called the brunette over. She stood up, looked down at me, and smiled. She turned around and slowly sat down on my cock, searching for my ass, not her pussy. She impaled herself in a single movement, all the way to the hilt. I could feel the walls of her anus tightening around my cock and the way she drew breath to get used to it.

—Fuck, you get it in so well —she said through clenched teeth.

The blonde came over, knelt in front of the brunette, and began sucking her clitoris while I raised and lowered her by the hips. I lifted her ass until I nearly slipped out, then drove into her again. The brunette moaned uncontrollably, with the blonde eating her pussy from below and my cock entering her from behind. Within minutes, she let herself sink completely onto me and began moving on her own, up and down, finding her own rhythm. I grabbed her tits from behind and squeezed them while biting the nape of her neck.

—I’m coming —the brunette shouted—. I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming.

She came, squeezing my cock with her ass so hard that she nearly took me with her. The blonde licked her clitoris through the final tremors.

Knowing I wouldn’t last much longer, I sat them both on their knees in front of me and told them to fight over sucking my cock. They didn’t hesitate for a second. They began licking it at the same time, one on each side, their tongues crossing over the tip as they looked at each other with the complicity that exists only between two women who already know they’re going to fuck once I leave. They took turns swallowing it down to the throat while the other sucked my balls.

—I’m going to come —I said.

I came in the blonde’s mouth. She immediately turned toward the brunette and kissed her, passing my semen from one mouth to the other. They licked their lips, smiling, and kept kissing as if I had vanished. I got the message.

—You two carry on —I murmured—. I’m going to sleep a little longer.

They paid no attention to me. They went back to their bed in sixty-nine and started eating each other again. I curled up on my side, listening to their muffled moans against their pussies, and fell asleep.

***

In the morning, I found Camila in the kitchen. As soon as she saw me, she smiled like the devil.

—How was your night? —she asked.

I looked at her with an awkward expression.

—Why ask if they’ve already told you?

She laughed. For some women, the best thing about sex isn’t the sex, but telling their friends about it the next day. Camila was one of those women. She came closer, caressed my cock through my pants, and asked whether I felt like getting a blowjob right there. I told her anyone could walk in, and she replied that was precisely what made it more exciting. I apologized, claiming I was too worn out from the night before, kissed her on the mouth, and left.

Once I was in the car, on my way to Madrid, I smiled to myself, thinking that I hadn’t even gotten around to asking their names.