The Summer Two Men Waited for Me at the Lake

Belén lived in a narrow apartment in Echesortu, in Rosario, with leaks in the bathroom and a four-year-old daughter named Mía. Her partner had been gone for three months, leaving nothing behind but a note on the fridge. Since then, every day had been the same: her shift at the clinic reception desk, kindergarten, dinner, the little girl’s bath, the lights out at nine.

The hard part started after that. When Mía was asleep and the house fell silent, Belén got into bed and felt the emptiness on that side of the mattress like a presence. She was thirty, with a body that motherhood had made softer and wider at the hips, and a build-up of need that no longer went away on its own. She slipped her panties down in the dark, opened her cunt with two fingers, and touched herself there, biting her lip so she wouldn’t make a sound, imagining a hard cock pushing inside her, a body on top of her pinning her down, a mouth sucking her tits. She slipped her fingers in and out, glossy with herself, rubbed her clit until her legs shook, and when she came she covered her mouth with her other hand. Afterward she would lie there staring at the ceiling, still breathless, her cunt throbbing and her hand sticky, thinking she needed a real cock, something her own fingers couldn’t give her.

One of those nights, bored and hot, she opened a dating app and started swiping through profiles without much faith. That was how Gustavo appeared.

***

He was forty-seven and lived in Valle Sereno, a hill town in Córdoba right beside a lake. In the photos he looked sturdy, with a short beard and a calm gaze, the kind of eyes that never needed to raise their voice. He shared a low house with his nephew Damián, twenty-four, who appeared in one picture in the background, tall and smiling easily, toweling his hair dry after a swim.

The first messages were ordinary enough. The heat, the lake, her work, how quiet the town got out of season. Gustavo wrote slowly, with no rush, and Belén liked that. One night, though, he got bold enough to ask what they had both been circling around.

—Are you alone? —he typed.

Belén looked at the closed door of her daughter’s room. Then she answered the truth: that her partner had left her, that the girl was sleeping two meters away, and that she was dying to have her cunt split open.

From then on the messages changed temperature. Gustavo told her what he would do to her if he had her close: how he would spread her legs, how he would eat her cunt until she shook, how he would fuck her face-down while holding her by the hair. He wrote it slowly, laying it out like a plan and not like bragging. Belén answered with short breaths, one hand on the keyboard and the other between her legs, her fingers circling her clit to the rhythm of every message. They started sending pictures. She showed him her cleavage, then her tits out, then her cunt opened with two fingers inside. He sent back images of his hard cock, thick, veined, making her clamp her thighs against the chair and touch herself again while staring fixedly at the screen.

One night, Gustavo slipped something new into the conversation.

—I have to confess something to you. Damián, my nephew, lives with me. And sometimes we share more than just the house. Does that bother you?

Belén read the sentence twice. Instead of making her uncomfortable, it sent a new tingle through her, an idea she had never fully allowed herself. Two men. Two cocks. The mere possibility sped up her pulse in a way that scared her and turned her on at the same time.

—It doesn’t bother me —she wrote, and deleted the rest three times before finally daring to send it—. I’m curious.

***

The proposal came after three weeks of conversations that left her trembling and soaked through her panties.

—Come spend the summer here, with the girl —Gustavo wrote—. The house is small but comfortable. There’s a pool, the lake is two blocks away, and a huge yard for Mía to play in. You’ll get a break from Rosario. And we’ll make sure you don’t get bored.

Belén didn’t think about it as much as she should have. She asked for her accumulated vacation days, sold a couple of things she no longer used, and bought two bus tickets. A week later, on January 10, she stepped off at the Valle Sereno terminal with Mía asleep in her arms and a suitcase that was far too light.

The Córdoba heat dropped on her like a blanket. Gustavo was waiting, leaning against an old pickup truck, and Damián was with him. The two of them watched her get off, from top to bottom, without hiding it. Belén was wearing jean shorts and a thin T-shirt, no bra, and she felt those two gazes run over her like hands, lingering on her tits and her ass.

Gustavo hugged her. He smelled of sun and tobacco. He squeezed her waist and, as he did, slid his hand down to her ass and slapped it hard once over her shorts.

—You finally made it —he whispered in her ear, so only she could hear—. That ass won’t walk right when you leave here.

Damián kissed her on the cheek and gave her waist a slight squeeze, a quick gesture that raised gooseflesh on her skin and soaked her panties on the spot.

The house was at the end of a dirt road, surrounded by trees, with the lake shining through the branches. They had set up an inflatable pool for Mía and a room with a little bed for her. The girl, fascinated by the water and the yard, fell asleep early, worn out by the trip. Belén tucked her in, left the door ajar, and went back to the living room with her heart pounding in her throat and her cunt already throbbing with anticipation.

***

Gustavo didn’t wait. As soon as the door to the main bedroom closed, he took her by the waist and pressed her against the wall.

—Three months waiting for you —he murmured—. Three months jerking off thinking about this cunt.

He kissed her long and deep, tongue in her mouth, while he slipped his hand under her shorts and straight into her panties. He spread her cunt lips with two fingers and ran his thumb over her clit. Belén was already soaked, and when he noticed it he smiled against her mouth and shoved two fingers into her to the hilt.

—Look at how wet you are —he told her, pulling out his glossy fingers and putting them in her mouth so she would suck them—. Suck, slut, taste yourself.

Belén sucked his fingers, moaning around them, biting them. She unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and felt it heavy and hot in the palm of her hand. It was thick, with a already damp tip, and she crouched down right there against the wall and took it in her mouth in one go. She swallowed the head all the way to her throat, coughing and going back down. Gustavo gripped her hair with both hands and started moving her head at the pace he wanted, fucking her mouth slowly, deeply.

Damián came up behind her. He lifted her T-shirt slowly, pulled it up over her head without her letting go of her uncle’s cock, and wrapped his arms around her torso. He took her tits, kneaded them, pinched her nipples until Belén moaned around the mouthful of cock. He yanked her shorts and panties down in one motion, crouched behind her, and spread her ass with both hands. He ran his tongue over her cunt from behind, long and slow, licking her all over, sliding up to her asshole and back down.

—You’re so fucking good —he told her, his face pressed between her ass cheeks—. What a sweet cunt you’ve got, man, look at this.

Between the two of them they stripped her completely, without haste, as if they had the whole summer ahead of them. Gustavo sat on the edge of the bed and made her kneel in front of him, kept fucking her mouth, while Damián stayed behind her licking her cunt on all fours, pushing his whole tongue inside, sucking her clit from behind. Belén came for the first time with her uncle’s cock down her throat and her nephew’s fingers opening her up. She moaned around the cock, tears from the effort in her eyes, her cunt clenching around nothing.

They put her on the bed. They laid her on her back, legs open, offered up, without a gram of the shame she had brought from Rosario. Gustavo knelt between her thighs, took hold of his cock and ran it over her cunt lips, rubbing it against her clit.

—Ask for it —he told her.

—Put it in me —she gasped—. Fuck me, please, put it all in me.

He shoved it in at once, all the way, until she felt his balls hit her ass. Belén arched her back and screamed. Gustavo grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her hard, driving deep, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in to the hilt. The bed creaked. Damián climbed up on the other side, knelt beside her face, and she took him in her mouth; he was longer than his uncle, slimmer, and she swallowed him whole, eyes closed, throat open.

The two of them found a rhythm, synchronized, one fucking her mouth and the other her hips. Belén surrendered completely to that feeling of being filled on both sides, of having a cock in each opening up top, of not having to think about anything, of being only a body open to two men. She came again, mouth full, trembling all over, and felt her cunt tightening around Gustavo’s cock.

—Switch —said the uncle, voice rough.

They lifted her and put her on all fours. Damián settled behind her, grabbed her hip with one hand and guided his cock inside with the other. He entered slowly, opening her, all the way to the hilt, and then started moving fast, patting her ass every few thrusts. Gustavo stood in front of her and gave her his cock to suck; Belén could taste her own cunt on the uncle’s cock and sucked it slobbery, looking up.

—That’s it, slut —Damián told her from behind, grabbing her hair—. That’s how you like it, huh? Well-fucked by both of us.

—Yes —she panted, letting go of the cock for a second—. Yes, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop.

They sat her astride Gustavo. She impaled herself, lowering slowly to the hilt, moving her hips in circles. Damián settled behind, spat in his hand, ran his fingers over her asshole and started opening her, first one, then two. Belén felt the second finger and moaned long and low, loosening. When he felt her ready, the nephew guided his cock against her ass and started pressing.

—Relax —he whispered, kissing her neck—. Breathe and relax.

He slid it in little by little, centimeter by centimeter, until he had it all the way inside her ass while her uncle still had her all the way inside her cunt. Belén stayed still for a second, trembling, with the two cocks separated by barely a wall of flesh, feeling split in half, fuller than she had ever been in her life.

—Fuck me —she begged, voice broken—. Fuck me between you, please.

They started moving. At first slowly, alternating, one going up while the other went down. Then together, deep, merciless. Belén didn’t know what to call what she felt; she came three times in a row, streaming between Gustavo’s thighs, screaming with her mouth pressed against the uncle’s shoulder. They fucked her against the bathroom wall afterward, under the shower spray, one inside her cunt while the other made her suck his clean cock. She lost count of how many times she came. They both finished inside her, Damián first in her ass, then Gustavo in her cunt, and she lay there on her back with her legs open, feeling the hot load running out both sides.

When they finally went still, piled on the big bed, her legs were weak, her cunt was burning, and she had a stupid smile she couldn’t wipe off her face.

It had been three months since I last felt alive, she thought before falling asleep between the two of them, with semen still leaking out.

***

The days that followed developed their own routine. In the mornings, while Mía played in the yard with the toys they’d bought her, Belén had late, lousy breakfasts, almost always interrupted by a hand reaching for her under the table, fingers slipping inside her without asking, a cock they’d press to her mouth while she was chewing. At midday they went down to the pool. In the afternoon, siesta was not for sleeping: it was a long hour with the door locked, her face down with a pillow under her pelvis, biting the sheet to keep from screaming while one of the two fucked her and the other made her suck him off. At night, when the girl finally gave in, the back bedroom turned into something else.

Belén had never felt so desired. In Rosario she was invisible; here they wanted her at all hours, and she answered with a surrender that surprised even herself. She walked around the house in panties and a thin T-shirt, and it was enough for her to bend down to pick up one of Mía’s toys for one of them to press a hard cock against her ass from behind.

***

It was around those days that she became friends with Mónica, the neighbor. She was thirty-eight, divorced, and lived alone on the other side of the shared wall. They started by chatting over the fence while Mía played, then over mate on the porch, and in just a few afternoons the trust grew enough for Belén to say out loud what she was living through.

—I’m going to tell you something, but you have to keep quiet —she asked one afternoon, red to the ears.

Mónica raised an eyebrow, amused.

—Gustavo and Damián —Belén said, biting her lip—. Both of them. They fuck me. Every day.

Mónica’s eyes widened.

—Both at the same time?

—Both —Belén repeated, lowering her voice—. One in my cunt and one in my ass. Something like that had never happened to me. I’ve never felt like this.

Mónica shifted in her chair, crossed her legs, and crossed them again. She leaned forward, clearly interested, and made her promise she would tell her every detail. Belén laughed, nervous and turned on to be talking about it, noticing how the neighbor’s nipples had gone hard under her blouse. And then she dared ask her for something.

—This afternoon I want to have some time alone with them by the pool. Will you watch Mía for a bit? Tell her they’re going to make cookies, or whatever.

Mónica smiled wickedly.

—I’ll watch her. But afterward you tell me everything. Every last detail.

***

That afternoon, with the girl on the other side of the fence, the yard belonged to the three of them. The sun beat hard on the still water of the pool. Belén got out dripping wet, her one-piece swimsuit clinging to her body. Gustavo slid the swimsuit panties to one side without taking them off and shoved two fingers into her cunt right there, at the edge of the pool.

—You’re already wet —he said, laughing—. And it’s not from the water.

He bent her over the plastic edge, pulled down the swimsuit straps so her tits were out in the sun, and shoved into her from behind. Damián stood in front, pulled off his wet shorts, and put his cock in her mouth. Belén took both of them at once, and this time she didn’t care if anyone could hear her from the neighboring houses; she moaned hard, freely, without holding back, mouth full and cunt dripping into the uncle’s hand.

Gustavo fucked her hard against the edge, her tits bouncing outside the suit, until she came for the first time. Then they turned her around. Damián lay down on a towel and seated her on top of him facing away; he slid into her ass slowly, loosening her with patience. When he had her all the way inside, Gustavo settled in front of her, spread her legs, and shoved his cock into her cunt. Belén felt both of them at once, inside her, moving alternately, and grabbed hold of the uncle’s shoulders so she wouldn’t tip backward.

—Don’t stop —she begged, her breasts in the sun and her face red—. Please, don’t stop.

They took turns sucking her tits, biting them, spitting on her. Belén came two more times between those two bodies, trembling under the open sky, and when they finally eased up they left her sprawled on the grass with her legs open, her swimsuit bunched up, their cum running down her thighs and into the grass. She stayed there, laughing weakly, her legs no longer obeying her.

***

That same night, after putting Mía to bed, Belén was still burning. She took her phone and wrote Mónica: “The girl’s asleep. Coming over? And if you’re brave, don’t just come to listen.”

The reply arrived in less than a minute: “Leave the door unlocked. I’ve been wet since you told me about the pool.”

Ten minutes later Mónica came in silently, wearing a light dress and nothing underneath. She had a mature, generous body, heavy tits and wide hips, and she walked to the bedroom with a confidence that turned Belén on even more. Gustavo and Damián were waiting naked on the bed, cocks already hard.

—Come in —Belén said, seated on the edge in her panties, with a new smile—. Tonight it’s your turn to find out what I was talking about.

Mónica yanked off her dress. She had big tits with dark nipples and a lush cunt, wet before anyone even touched her. Gustavo looked her up and down and held out his hand; he sat her astride his face and started eating her out right there, no preamble, tongue all the way inside. Mónica gripped the headboard and threw her head back, moaning low.

Belén knelt beside her, grabbed one tit and put it in her mouth, sucking the nipple until it stiffened. Damián settled behind Mónica and started stroking her back, kissing her neck, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks without putting it in yet.

—Suck her tits —Gustavo asked Belén from below, tongue busy—. Make them hard.

Belén obeyed, moving from one nipple to the other, biting them lightly, sucking until they made noise. Mónica came over the uncle’s mouth within minutes, screaming loudly, gripping Belén’s hair.

They lowered her and put her on all fours. Damián slid into her cunt at once, gripping her wide hips, while Gustavo stood in front and gave Belén his cock to suck, wet with Mónica’s juices. Belén lay on her back under Mónica and licked her clit while the nephew fucked her; she could feel the cock going in and out just a few centimeters from her face, and every now and then she licked Damián’s balls too. Mónica kept coming without stopping, shaking, gripping the sheets, with another woman’s tongue on her clit and a young cock splitting her cunt.

They switched. Now it was Belén who sat astride Mónica face-to-face, rubbing cunt against cunt while Gustavo fucked her from behind and Damián stood to the side and made them take his same cock in turns, passing it from one mouth to the other. The two women kissed with his taste filling their mouths, passed their tongues to each other, sucked each other’s tits.

When they were done, the men came on top, one on Belén’s face and the other on Mónica’s tits. They all lay there on the bed, breathing, sticky. Mónica got up unsteadily, with a tired smile and a faraway look, cum still shining on her chest.

—God —she murmured, hoarse—. It’s been years since anyone fucked me like that.

Belén helped her dress, wiped her chest clean with her own T-shirt, and walked her to the door. Mónica went back home slowly, legs parted, and they both knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

***

The rest of the summer passed in that same key. The kitchen —where one morning Gustavo pinned her against the counter and fucked her while the coffee boiled—, the pool, the living room, even the boat once, in the middle of the lake, one afternoon when Mónica took Mía fishing on the shore. In the boat they put her on all fours over the warm planks and took turns inside her while the water bumped softly against the hull; Belén came biting the life jacket so they wouldn’t hear her from shore. Belén had never felt so desired or so free. She went around with her cunt constantly wet, always ready, always open. Rosario’s loneliness, the leaks, the note on the fridge, all of it now felt like another life.

When February arrived and she had to go back, she already knew she would return. Gustavo hugged her at the terminal, against the same pickup truck where he had greeted her, and spoke softly in her ear.

—The house will always be open for you and the girl. And this cunt is still going to be ours too.

Damián left a kiss on her cheek, squeezed her ass under her dress one last time, and made a similar promise.

Belén boarded the bus with Mía asleep in her arms and her forehead against the window. Her legs were still a little weak from the last fuck of the morning. As the hill town disappeared in the distance, she smiled, squeezing her thighs together. Next summer was far off, but she was already counting down to it.