Testing the tent.

When I noticed the lifeguard looking our way, I got worried we might be doing something we shouldn’t, so I went and asked him if we could put up a tent. He said it was okay. I had never set up a tent, either, but following the instructions we managed to get it up properly. It was blue, dome-like and even had a porch.

Once done, I went inside with a marker, a piece of paper and some tape. Again, the girls had thought it through and realized that, if we wrote runes on it that we later couldn’t erase for whatever reason, it’d be trouble.

As much as I wanted to, it was better to avoid writing the Stillness runes on the tent. After all, if someone happened to touch it and the fabric didn’t even move, it’d draw way too much attention. So yeah, only Silence runes. I taped the piece of paper to the floor in the inside of the tent so that it wouldn’t accidentally fall from the walls. I made sure the space could properly be considered ‘closed’ and wrote the runes on the paper. This way we could just remove the paper later. I saw the runes shine and took a deep breath.

“Grace, Sarah, you hear me?” I called.

No answer.

“Grace, Sarah. You’re both fat!”

Again, no answer.

I pulled on the zipper and opened the square door, peeking my head out. Grace and Sarah were waiting there. “So… You didn’t hear me calling you both fat?”

“Wait, what?”

“Excuse me?”

“It works!” I cheered.

“No, no. Go back, mister,” Grace said.

“Yeah, what was that about us being fat?”

“A test, of course,” I told them.

“Uh-huh…” Grace glared at me but I just smiled innocently at her. She eventually lost the staring contest and let out a chuckle. “We checked and we didn’t see your shadow.”

I swallowed. “Then…”

“Make space!” Sarah came in first, followed closely by Grace.

I closed the door as best it could be closed and turned to the girls. There was enough space for the three of us to be sitting inside with little restriction.

My heart started to beat faster. Even with the runes helping, it didn’t change the fact we were just inside a flimsy tent while other people were outside. Anyone could walk past us at any moment.

“Do you… Do you think anyone saw us get in together?” I asked them.

“I hope they did,” Grace said, smirking. “They’ll be watching the tent like eagles, wondering if we’re doing it or not yet not hearing anything.”

“But man, it’s getting a little hot in here…” Sarah licked her lips and took off her T-shirt first, showing her purple bikini top, then tossed aside her denim shorts.

“It’s about to get even hotter,” Grace said, easily slipping off her sundress and revealing her red bikini.

Have you ever had a huge erection inside swimming trunks? It’s at least twice as uncomfortable as having one inside jeans.

“Waiting for something, love?” Grace asked, grinning and eyeing my crotch.

Still couldn’t believe we were doing this. I pulled down my swimsuit while on my knees, freeing a raging erection. I felt shivers.

Sarah and Grace crawled towards me, eyes locked on my cock. Once close, they stuck out their tongues and licked the tip like it was an ice cream cone. It was… a little too gentle for my taste.

They knew what they were doing, of course. They started giggling.

“Something wrong, love?” Grace asked.

“You don’t like it when two girls lick your cock together?” Sarah asked.

Fuck me, if somebody outside had heard that…

“I was just thinking you’re being unusually timid,” I told them with a shrug. “But if you’re feeling nervous, we can stop here and take a dip in the river.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Sarah laughed, grabbed my dick and ran the flat of her tongue from the base to the head before she took me inside her mouth, tongue rolling with her lips wrapped tightly around my girth.

Grace, meanwhile, rose and hugged me from the side, kissing my neck first before helping me out of my own t-shirt. She leaned close to my ear, giving it a little nibble and whispering, “Admit it, you like Sarah’s blowjobs more than mine, right?”

“A little,” I admitted. Sarah and Alice were both way too good.

Sarah moaned, pulled my dick out of her mouth only to give the tip a little kiss before she went back to sucking.

“Fine, I’ve made my peace with that,” Grace said, smirking and holding my hand. “But you like my tits more than hers, don’t you?”

“A little,” I admitted. Grace’s tits were big, supple and super sensitive.

Grace kissed me, slipping her tongue between my lips and took my hand to her boob. I sneaked it inside her bikini top and fondled it to my heart’s content as we made out.

Sarah stopped blowing me and instead began to stroke my now slippery dick. “You know I love swallowing this thing whole, but I still like it when you play with my tits, okay? Don’t skimp on that.”

“And I like tasting your dick, so you have to let me do it more. Or am I that bad at it?”

I chuckled. “Far from it. But you two do realize you naturally gravitate towards what you like best, right? I’m not the one who called you up here, Grace.”

“Well…”

“And you were the one who decided to stay down there, Sarah.”

Sarah pursed her lips, and instead of answering, she went back to sucking the head of my cock.

“Okay, so let me ask you. What is it you want to do now? Here, in this tent where no one can hear us, while the three of us are together.”

“...” Grace turned from looking at me to looking down at Sarah, who was still busy sucking my cock with eyes closed. “I think… I think I have an idea.”

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