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cora stared into the bonfire, the warmth radiating over her legs as a cool breeze graced her face. she looked irresistible tonight; her thighs full and plump, exposed to the night air. black boots laced up her shins and from beneath them, tattoos peaked out. earlier in the evening, cora had shed her shirt, opting to walk around in a sports bra and swimming trunks to beat the summer heat, despite the cool temperatures now seeping into the air.
the remote location and clear skies made every star above you shine brighter than normal and the only sounds that could be heard were insects chirping, leaves rustling and the faint sound of music from a small speaker. to the left of you sat cora's girlfriend, whitney, leaning back in a chair. she was laughing at a joke that you had made but cora hadn't heard, and her nose crinkled when she cackled. whitney looked heavenly tonight, too. she was bigger than cora, wider in stature and with larger breasts, though cora towered over her in height. she wore a few chunky silver rings that you and cora both couldn’t keep from staring at. whitney caught cora staring and shot her a wink before turning back to your conversation.
you were looking fine tonight as well. you wore basketball shorts and a low cut tank top, more focused on being comfortable than anything. sitting with your legs crossed and bent over with your drink in hand, you dropped plenty of shitty jokes to whit, who ate them up, laughing even at ones that you didn’t think were that funny. cora didn’t seem to hear, or maybe didn’t care, as she sat and rolled a joint delicately.
you'd known cora for years now. you two had bartended together at a nice club ages ago, becoming friends and even briefly, roommates. you'd only met whit a few times before now, the two of them having gotten together after she left the job and the two of you got separate homes. still, you enjoyed the outdoors, so when the 4th friend had dropped out of this camping trip, you decided to still come, despite being a third wheel.
the day had been amazing. whit had found a great location where cora had been able to pull her car right up to the site. a small creek ran not far from here, secluded in a forest of evergreen trees. so after tents were pitched and hammocks were hung, the group decided to take a peek. walking down to the riverbed, you pulled your tank top off and waded into cool, clear water that reached your ankles. whitney and cora followed immediately, jumping at the chance to cool down. in no time, the three of you were laughing and hollering, splashing water at one another and squealing when it hit. it was a childlike glee, something you hadn't felt in a long time, and you embraced it like a warm hug from a loved one. the three of you spent the afternoon laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
as the sun began to dip below the horizon, the mood shifted from carefree joy to a quiet yearning. you watched whit and cora as they loved on each other, kissing and holding hands as cora lit up a joint for the group to share, sat firmly in whit's lap. you watched as whit’s hands, laden in rings, held cora steady with a firm grip on her hips. cora’s hands held the joint in whit’s mouth, letting her hit it without moving before passing it to you. you inhaled the smoke, burning your throat as you did. you coughed, rather ungracefully, and stood up to excuse yourself.
you walked over to the back of cora's car where the cooler was and pulled out a drink, cracking it open and taking a swig, instantly soothing you. whitney began working on a small fire while cora put dinner away, shooting you a confused glance as you stood still behind her car. you smiled and waved her off but knew that really, you couldn’t get them both out of your mind. you'd had dreams about cora before, even hooked up with her once when you lived together. but when she introduced you to whitney, it was like a new world opened up, one with so many possibilities, some you had never even considered!. you started fantasizing about them frequently, thinking of they worked so perfectly together, pulling the best parts out of one another like stringy tendons that bound them into one. it made you yearn for a love like that; to have someone to share your vulnerabilities and desires with. you watched in silence as the two of them moved around working together, quietly hoping they would ravage you in an act of love. trying not to think of it now, you pulled two more drinks from the cooler and turned to walk back to them.
you dished out beers and seltzers before taking a seat next to them and unloading your favorite jokes. cora laughed, seeming much more interested in the conversation with you now that she had smoked a little. whitney smiled when cora laughed, something that sent a pang through your chest. it made you yearn.. though you weren’t sure for who. her smile was crooked and the septum ring that hung from her nose was twisted, but she didn't seem to mind. for a moment, you thought you caught cora staring at you the same way she had looked at whit; hungry and ready to devour. you all chatted about normal stuff; work, gossip, media. eventually when the conversation came to a natural lull, cora stood up and began walking towards the treeline to get some wood to feed the fire for the night. you took this opportunity to ask a quiet question, staring at whitney who's face was now only illuminated from the cool light of the moon and the warm light from the fire, a beautiful contrast. you finished your drink as you felt the soothing effects of the cannabis settling over you and steeled yourself, nervous to actually speak but exhilarated by the idea of what could come from it.
"have yall ever..." you trailed off, too anxious to finish the thought.
whit looked at you and furrowed their brows, confusion overtaking their face.
"have we ever.. what?" whit looked at you with a small smirk that suggested she knew what you meant but wanted to hear you say it.
"just.. you know. like.. with another person?"
cora laughed loudly as she sat back down in her seat, firewood dropped loudly on the ground next to the fire.
"ha! can you believe this babe? they wanna be our little slut."
your face ran hot as you sat there, all eyes on you. she was right; you *did* want to be their slut.. you wanted them to show you how they did it to each other, to practice on you, use you, anything, but now that they were both staring at you, you felt small. it was humiliating, what if they laughed at you? cora had just laughed at you! you knew she didn’t mean it in a hurtful manner, just a playful banter, but the explicitness of it had taken you aback.
whit looked more sympathetic, but you couldn't tell if it was because she felt bad about cora's mockery or if she had ulterior motives.. she didn't comment on cora's remark, though, just stared back at you and cocked her head to the side slightly as if to say, “well, do you?” you giggled awkwardly and your mouth hung open, unable to produce words for you. in an attempt to escape the suffocating awkwardness, you stood to return to the cooler, desperate for a moment of relief.
cora couldn't take it anymore though. the smirks and winks, the cleavage, the teasing. seizing her chance, she grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into her lap, stomach down, ass up. your mind raced as you lay there, one of cora’s hands groping you through your shirt. you stared at the dirt as her hands ran over your back and chest before one raised into the air and slammed down on your ass hard enough to leave a print. you called out in delighted pain, legs wincing. from the corner of your eye, you saw whitney's legs move as she stood and walked behind you both. the warm sensation of another set of hands ran over you then, grabbing and squeezing your ass so tightly you could feel your folds spread open, already covered in a sticky wetness. you clenched yourself, imagining what it would feel like for their fingers to explore you. unexpectedly, whit's hands grabbed the waistband of your shorts and yanked, pulling them down with your underwear. she didn't hesitate, leaning down and spreading your cheeks with both hands before spitting into your pussy. the warm splatter felt amazing, just what you had wanted out of this trip and you wanted to give yourself to them entirely, let them use you however they wanted.
"so you wanna be our little slut, huh? our little toy?" whit's voice was brassy and gold, almost angelic. the words made you melt. before you could answer, you heard cora and whitney begin to kiss behind you. as they indulged in one another, whit’s hand pressed against your cunt, thumb rolling over your opening but never entering. her hand sat in a way that let her pinky graze against your asshole lightly when she moved her hand the right way. she reveled in it, slowly working her thumb around your cunt, circling your clit and squeezing your lips. finally, after an agonizing half hour of nothing but the two of them teasing you, taking turns working you up and making you beg, a hand ran through your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your throat to cora, who's hand shot up to squeeze your throat, holding you in place. with your head up now, you could see the fire was dying but no one cared, too preoccupied to even glance that way.
then, with an explosion of pleasure, you finally felt someone break the surface of your hole, unable to see who it was and also unable to give a shit. you tried to control your rapidly increasing breathing to no avail; every time you took a deep breath, fingers plunged further into you, hitting *just* the right spot, curling around inside of you with precision. whitney crossed over to stand in front of you as cora dropped her hand from your neck, slowly sliding her fingers out of your swollen pussy. she flipped you over onto your back now, her legs spread out like a table, holding you up. they both looked down at you with hazy eyes full of bliss. cora raised her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers before her hand found your mound again, teasing you with a slow and steady pace while whit teased you more.
whit pulled at the straps of your tank top down, exposing your breasts. they both gasped at the sight, obviously excited to see you like this. you could feel your tits bouncing as cora's hands masterfully jolted you over and over again, but you couldn't focus on anything besides a new sensation; lips on your mouth.
whitney was kissing you, planting small pecks over your mouth and forehead and cheeks. the stimulation almost felt like too much; there was so much going on that your brain stopped trying to focus and just let your body submit to pleasure. you closed your eyes as whit's teeth sunk into your bottom lip, desperately trying to kiss her back. she pulled away each time you got too greedy. cora noticed and pulled away too, raising her hand to her mouth and sucking you off of herself again, this time without breaking eye contact with whit, who was practically drooling at the sight.
"awe, you were doing so good," cora said, mocking you for needing to feel whit's tongue in your mouth. with a forceful push, cora’s leg moved you up, raising you so she could grab you by the waist again, pulling you into her. you sat on her lap now, shorts and underwear discarded in the dirt, as whit kneeled on a towel in front of you both, bending your legs so your feet rested on cora's knees. you leaned into cora, feeling the warmth of her embrace as whitney rubbed your legs, hands running up and down your thighs and calves. the night seemed silent now, save for the music that had at some point changed to some much calmer, sensual tunes.
cora left her arm wrapped around you, holding you still as her other hand pushed your tousled hair behind your ear. you felt teeth nibbling at your earlobe and it sent a shiver down your body.
whit stood and leaned into cora, pressing their lips together just centimeters from your face. you could feel hairs from their heads brushing against your cheek as they kissed. your head fell back as you listened, soaking up the adoration emitting from both of them as they embraced each other, your body sandwiched tightly, but comfortably in between them. pulling away from cora, whit whispered into your ear before kneeling back down to where she had been.
"just relax, okay?"
her hands gripped your thighs where they met your hips and you felt the pressure of her thumbs pushing into that crevice, causing you to squirm against cora's strong hold.
whitney stared you down, looking at your still exposed tits, your neck, your legs. she looked at your cunt with the same look she used with cora, something that practically made you melt. with a sudden change of demeanor, now suddenly ravenous, whitney dove in, tongue first, licking you broadly. you let your head fall back into the crook of cora's shoulder, a small gasp escaping from your mouth. as whit's mouth glided around your pussy, tongue pulsing in and out of your hole and pointedly working your clit, you felt a pinch as cora adjusted her hands to play with your nipples. she palmed your tits and squeezed them, massaging you and making your already hard nipples even more sensitive to touch.
it didn't take long once whitney was on her knees before you were screaming out blissfully, on the verge of coming since cora’s fingers had left you. you were sure they could both tell. the longer you sat there the harder it was for you to stay still; your legs squirmed and your back arched off of cora, her hands holding you, with some effort, in the same spot. you were bucking against whit's face, her mouth mere seconds away from finishing you off.
"so are you going to come for us?" cora asked quietly, sure you couldn't focus on her voice, but so close to your ear that you felt the heat of her breath. this did it for you; you'd spent so many nights fantasizing about exactly this moment. you couldn't help it anymore, shuddering under the pressure from them both. stars erupted in your brain and you felt your heart pounding in your chest as your moans called out, louder than anything else in the forest around you.
whit continued, eating you out until you physically couldn't take it and had to push her head away, writhing out of cora’s grip to do so. she looked up at you with wild eyes and a huge smile, nose ring crooked. you laughed, in total disbelief of how the night had gone. cora and whit found it amusing too, laughing back with you. you felt wild, like you could take over the world. and at the same time, so emotional. your mind was racing and yet, no real thoughts could be formed. you were giggling and staring at the sky when you felt a hot wetness on your face, realizing tears were leaking from your eyes. you were so overwhelmed with emotions and serotonin, the orgasm you’d had was literally life changing, you couldn’t help it. you let the tears roll down your face as you laughed, feeling more drunk than you should’ve after one drink.
your legs shook and you weren't sure you could walk, but before you could voice this, whitney stood up and bent over you, wrapping their arms under your legs and around your back. you knew instantly what this was and wrapped your arms around her neck, head falling onto her shoulder from the sheer exhaustion. whitney carried you over to her's and cora's tent, where cora was already unzipping it and making a space for you inside. in an oddly romantic bridal style, whitney handed you off to cora, carrying you partly through the threshold of the tent… how lesbian. cora laid you down gently onto the pallet of blankets and sleeping bags, grabbing a bottle of water she had stored nearby. whit disappeared for a minute and you found yourself staring cora who laid next to you, perched up on her elbow looking back at you with a grin on her face. the night had gone better than you could have ever hoped for and only got better when whit returned again with yet another joint in hand, ready to share with you both. the conversation was easy and light, neither of them pressuring you to say anything if you didn’t feel like, which you didn’t since you were exhausted. you let the sound of their breathing lull you to sleep, interwoven with one another like a quiet symphony.
the next morning, you woke to the sound of birds chirping and your friends talking outside the tent. something smelled incredible. you looked around the tent and found a pile of clothes they had left for you, folded neatly by the door. you pulled them on; one of whit’s big t-shirts and shorts from cora. at the sound of the zipper, cora and whit looked back, smiling widely when they saw you exiting. you stood uneasily, worried your legs might betray you from last night’s activities. they didn't, however, and you pushed on, walking over and accepting the gatorade cora was holding out to you before cracking it open and replenishing yourself.
"breakfast is ready," whitney said, pushing a plate of bacon, eggs and fruit into your hands, which you accepted graciously, hungrier than you had been all weekend. as you sat down in the chair cora had used last night, whit spoke again, the two of them taking seats next to you and cracking open breakfast beers.
"so. what do you think we should do today?
