That Night at the Festival, It Wasn’t Just the Two of Us

The tent smelled of weed, sweat, and something like morning. Sara was lying on her back, with Vera still on top of her, and their two bodies were still stuck together by something that was no longer just desire. It was laziness. It was complicity. It was that strange stillness that comes after you’ve come.

Then the zipper was yanked open with a sharp tug. Two heads appeared at the entrance as if they’d been waiting their turn for a while. Sara closed her eyes on instinct, but neither of the boys was surprised to see them naked and tangled together. Quite the opposite.

—Man, look at Vera. She’s already got it, the bitch —said the blond one.

—With how slutty she is, no wonder —the other replied—. And since she’ll fuck anything, she’s got it easy.

—You can’t complain, can you, assholes? —Vera shot back without separating from Sara’s body—. I went to take a piss and you left me hanging, so I had to look after myself.

—We told you we were going to see if we could get some action. It’s just that your move worked out better.

—Yeah, well, seeing how you two are, looks like you didn’t get much.

When the two boys finished getting into the tent, Vera was able to look at their crotches without bothering to hide it. She knew each of their bulges well. It wasn’t the first time she’d fucked them, so she knew what they had inside those shorts. And what she was seeing now was clear proof they hadn’t been half as lucky as she had that morning.

Sara, for her part, was still underneath, still dazed. Vera and she were still sharing fluids on their skin, stuck together by the wetness, with no time to properly catch their breath. Here comes the rest, she thought. She didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but she didn’t care either. She had just had her first experience with another woman and, seeing the way the two friends were looking at Vera, this was starting to smell like an orgy. What happened at festivals stayed at festivals. Even so, she looked at Vera with a slightly puzzled expression, and her lover caught the question before she asked it.

—Sorry, Sara, these two assholes are always messing with me and I forgot —Vera said, brushing a lock of hair off her forehead—. Meet Diego and Iván. They’re both local, but if they want to sound cool you have to call them by their English nicknames. They’re festival buddies, and today they’re a little more stupid than usual.

—What an introduction, babe —Diego shot back—. You were more pleasant yesterday when we were fucking the shit out of you.

Sara raised a hand in greeting and said nothing. The situation was strange, but none of the three seemed to be experiencing it for the first time. With the boys in the tent, she could look at them properly. They almost looked like twins. Both around six foot, both slim, not a hair on their chests, both with a package straining against the fabric of their shorts. The difference was in their hair: Diego blond, Iván dark. And in the details. Diego wore a piercing in his left nipple. Iván had a dragon tattooed around his navel, and the creature’s tail disappeared downward, toward the area where Sara was starting to look too closely.

Diego didn’t wait for any more conversation. He climbed over the two girls to the back of the tent and placed his crotch at Vera’s mouth. She already knew what was next. She tugged at the drawstring of his shorts, lowered the waistband of his underwear, and Diego’s cock brushed her lips without effort. It was hard, shiny, with a drop hanging from the tip. The fabric of his pierced nipple brushed Vera’s stomach every time he moved.

With a single bite she swallowed almost all of his cock. Sara, from below, stared with her mouth slightly open. It must have been about seven inches, thick, cut. She had a hard enough time with her boyfriend’s five and a half. Vera was different. She stuck out her tongue, mixed her saliva with Diego’s own lubricant, played with the frenulum, and stroked his balls with one hand while with the other she finished pulling his shorts down to his ankles. Sara gave her a hand without thinking. Every lick from Vera pulled a low moan from Diego, and his cock grew tighter and tighter against the roof of her mouth.

Iván, meanwhile, had chosen the other end. He had knelt at the entrance and was nosing at Vera’s crotch like a dog recognizing familiar ground. He noticed the wetness and let out a soft snort of laughter. He stuck out his tongue and put it where Sara had been two minutes earlier. Vera jolted and let Diego’s cock go only long enough to mutter a curse. The movement made her press against Sara, and Vera’s pussy brushed Sara’s with a force that ran through both of them. Iván escalated. He slid his tongue higher, parted Vera’s ass cheeks with his thumbs, and started licking her asshole, slow, with saliva, without warning.

—Fuck —Vera murmured against Diego’s balls.

Sara began to understand that this was a learned choreography. The three of them knew each other far too well. And she, without fully deciding to, was already inside it.

***

If up to that point Sara had been trying to take in what she was seeing, she stopped trying. She brought her hands up to Diego’s balls, weighed them in her palm, and felt them draw up against his body. Vera said nothing and kept going. Her jaw was glossy with saliva, a thread ran down her neck, and another dripped onto the blond boy’s scrotum. Between sucks she swallowed the moans Iván was pulling from her from behind, each one closer to Sara’s ear than to her own.

Sara spread her legs wider to better accommodate Vera on top of her. They were both dripping, and every tiny movement turned into a jolt that climbed up their navels. Diego noticed and knelt down, lowering his cock to where Sara could reach it. Vera understood immediately and guided the cock to her mouth.

—Lick it slowly —she told her—. Like it’s yours.

Sara obeyed. Her tongue was clumsy at first, but Vera guided her. The tip first, then the frenulum, then a long pass along the entire underside. Diego chuckled softly and pushed his cock a little deeper each time. Sara opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed what fit, driven by his hips, while Vera kept licking the rest of the shaft and his balls. The two of them shared the cock as if it were a giant lollipop and, at the same time, they searched for each other’s tongues between thrusts.

Down below, Iván had grown tired of eating ass. He rubbed the head of his cock against Vera’s lips and she lifted her hips, without speaking, opening herself for him. Iván started to push and the twenty-two centimeters went in in a single drive, almost without pause. Vera jerked, let go of Diego’s cock, and gave a muffled cry against Sara’s leg. Iván waited two seconds, still sunk all the way in, before starting to move.

—Tell us when you’re about to come —Vera asked through clenched teeth—. I want to watch.

Iván grabbed her by the hips and fucked her without restraint. He pulled his cock all the way out and shoved it back in hard, one thrust after another. Sara felt every drop of Vera’s juices falling onto her own cunt, hot, sticky. Diego was still split between the two mouths, and every so often the two girls would search for each other’s tongues with his cock in between. At one point, Vera stopped moving, looked down at Sara with wide eyes, and her voice came out broken.

—Do you like it?

—A lot. I’m really filthy —said Sara.

—Then this is your moment, babe.

***

Sara froze for a second, but she answered with her tongue to the kiss Vera gave her before starting to turn over the other woman’s body. She ended up almost in an inverted sixty-nine, with her face between Vera’s thighs and her crotch at the height of Iván’s face. The two boys already knew what to do.

Diego pressed the head of his cock against Vera’s hole, still loosened by Iván’s tongue. Sara, underneath, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Diego’s cock slid between Vera’s ass cheeks centimeter by centimeter until it disappeared completely. And Vera, far from complaining, let out a long moan, almost one of relief. Sara helped as best she could, running her tongue over Vera’s clit while Iván finished positioning himself in front of her.

—Easy —Iván told her—. I’ll go gently.

And he entered slowly. Slower than with Vera, letting Sara’s body open up. Sara had never had anything so long inside her, not even with her own fingers. She felt herself discovering parts of her she hadn’t known existed. Every time Iván pushed a little more, she lost her breath for a second. When he finally had all of himself inside her, he stayed still for a few seconds so she could get used to it.

—Keep going —she asked.

Like in a well-rehearsed orchestra, within seconds both girls were impaled. Diego opening Vera’s ass, Vera moving the way she knew he liked, the two of them crying out. Iván fucking Sara harder than anyone ever had before, not just because of the size, but because of the angle, because of the way he rolled his hips against her. For dessert, Vera slid her tongue over Sara’s clit whenever the moans allowed it, and Sara did the same, losing her voice against Vera’s cunt and Diego’s balls. She had never felt so turned on. She had never known what this was.

The first to fall was Diego. Vera felt it when he sped up. She clenched her sphincter, moved against him in a way that seemed rehearsed, and Diego grabbed her by the hips and came inside her ass with a series of hoarse groans. The spurts began to overflow from Vera and drip downward, in part onto Sara’s face. She stuck out her tongue without thinking and tasted the semen mixed with sweat, salty, thick. Vera gave a soft laugh when she saw it.

Iván came thirty seconds later. His thrusts grew shorter, faster, almost clumsy. Sara felt him swell inside her and braced herself. The first spurt flooded her inside and tore a scream from her that she didn’t know where it had come from. Iván kept going, blow after blow, emptying himself completely. Vera lowered her face and started sucking Sara’s pussy hard, licking up what was escaping at the edges. The semen ended up dripping onto the tarp, mixed with everything else.

***

The four of them collapsed on the tent floor, piled on top of one another, shining, breathless. They wouldn’t have been able to say how much time had passed. They didn’t care either. Outside, the first rays of sunlight were beginning to filter through the orange tarp, and somewhere in another tent someone was trying badly to sing a song nobody recognized. Sara closed her eyes and felt Vera’s hand searching for hers amid the tangle of legs.

Little by little, Diego’s and Iván’s cocks hardened again, helped by Vera’s patient hands. The festival night was coming to an end. The orgy, on the other hand, still had a couple of hours left.