The Poolside Party Never Ended
I was lying on my back on a huge towel at the edge of the pool, my body still trembling. The party had been going on for hours. The sun had begun to sink, tinting the water orange and casting the same glow over the skin of the people still moving around us. By then I’d already lost count of how many men and how many women had come over me. I didn’t care. That was the point of coming.
I had arrived in the middle of the afternoon barely knowing anyone. A friend had told me about these gatherings at a house with a garden out on the outskirts, where the only rule was that there were no rules, and it took just one look for me to realize it was exactly what I was looking for. I undressed as soon as I crossed the gate, and from that moment on I no longer belonged to myself. Hands I didn’t know kept passing me from one group to another, and I let them, open to anything.
The air smelled of sunscreen, sweat, and that thick scent of sex drifting over the wet grass. Soft music came out of the speakers, almost a heartbeat. I closed my eyes for an instant and let the afternoon pass through me, sure that night had barely begun.
Two guys came up carrying a woman between them, laughing, as if they were bringing back a trophy. They laid her over me, sixty-nine, her face against my sex and mine against hers. She was plump, with soft, ample flesh and a downy patch of hair she hadn’t bothered to remove. She smelled of sweat, chlorine, and everything that had already been done to her that afternoon.
Her cunt was soaked, and a trail was running down from her ass, thick and shining in the last light of day. I wasn’t much better. I looked at the small of her back and discovered several tattoos scattered over her buttocks. One in particular, on the right cheek, made me smile: an absurd cartoon, two farm animals in a position that left no doubt about its owner’s sense of humor.
I didn’t wait any longer. I buried my tongue in her and started cleaning her slowly, tracing every fold, licking both holes in turn. She answered by shoving two fingers into me without warning and lowering her mouth onto my clit with a hunger that arched my whole body. Within seconds we both had slick thighs and broken breathing.
I could feel her weight on top of me, soft and warm, pressing me into the damp towel. Every time she gasped, her breath hit me right where I needed it most, and I answered by gripping her ass, parting it, searching with my tongue for every spot I still hadn’t tasted. Around us, curious onlookers were starting to gather, and hearing their murmurs, feeling their eyes on us, made me even hotter.
“Stay still there,” said a voice above us.
A man positioned himself behind her and entered her ass in one single thrust. The chubby woman moaned against me, nipped the inside of my thigh gently, and drove her fingers into me harder, never once stopping licking me. I felt every thrust transmitted through her body, like a tremor reaching me through her tongue.
The guy didn’t last long. He emptied himself inside her with a grunt, pulled out, and offered his cock to a boy kneeling off to one side, waiting his turn while watching everything with parted lips. The boy cleaned it with devotion, not touching himself, eyes closed. Something about him seemed familiar, but the woman on top of me moved again and distracted me.
***
Another man took over. This one knew how to take his time. He rode her from behind with a long, patient rhythm, and the chubby woman came twice in a row, shaking over my face, smothering her cries against my sex. When he felt her tremble for the second time, he pulled out and buried himself in her cunt in one hard shove.
“I’m going to fill you up completely,” he told her, grabbing her hair.
And he did. I heard her gasp when she felt the heat inside, and a moment later I heard another sound, different, almost a protest.
“You son of a bitch,” she muttered, too weak to pull away. “That’s not cream anymore.”
“I like it,” he answered calmly, still inside her. “Warm.”
A warm stream began sliding downward, mingling with everything else, looking for the shortest path to my mouth. I didn’t move away. I opened my lips and let it come, swallowing what fell while the woman writhed between embarrassment and a pleasure that betrayed her.
When he finally pulled out, what dripped from her was a thick mixture that the chubby woman and I shared without disgust, she from above, I from below. That was when the boy from before came over again, crawling, to share. His face stopped a hand’s breadth from mine.
And I recognized him. It was my brother.
I wasn’t as surprised as I should have been. We’d run into each other at these parties more than once. Sometimes we even did it together, in front of everyone, because we knew what it caused: the idea of incest gets a lot of people hot, and more than one likes to watch us. I held his gaze for a second, both of us with dirty mouths, and that was all we needed to understand each other.
Someone positioned himself behind him and penetrated him without asking. My brother arched his back, a groan escaping him, and I felt his cock harden against my hip. I closed my hand around him and started stroking him slowly while he was being fucked. It didn’t last long. The man fucking him and my brother came almost at the same time, one inside the other, one onto my hand.
***
The chubby woman, meanwhile, kept riding our tongues, my brother’s and mine, alternating between the two. She pulled my fingers out of my ass only to come back with her whole hand, four fingers first and then the rest, opening me little by little, up to the knuckles. I felt the stretch like a current climbing my spine.
I came uncontrollably, screaming against her, lost in that sensation of being filled to the limit. The two of us came at once, in waves, shaking against each other until there was nothing left to give. We stayed still, wrecked, breathing as if we’d run miles, our bodies stuck together by sweat and everything else.
A couple who had been watching closely decided it was their moment. They stood up, came over, and started marking us in their own way, aiming mostly for our faces and our open mouths, and my brother’s too. A warm stream crossed my cheek and ran down my neck. I received it with my eyes closed, and the chubby woman, tireless, licked whatever she could reach.
They spoke to each other as if they were the hosts, with that authority of people who decide who comes in and who stays out.
“We need to have these two back,” the woman said, looking us up and down. “Good material for the next ones.”
“I already used the chubby one at another party,” the man replied, wiping himself off. “And these two are said to be siblings.”
“Even better,” she smiled. “Incest always adds something. Do they have more relatives eager to come out and have fun?”
I didn’t answer. There was no need. I was too comfortable in that state of total surrender, stretched out at the edge of the water, used and desired by complete strangers talking about me as if I weren’t there, and that, far from bothering me, only turned me on more.
***
The woman signaled to one of the girls moving back and forth, handing out drinks and other things to the guests.
“Bring them something to perk them up,” she ordered. “The good stuff. The night has barely started.”
The girl came over. She was tall, with an elegance that stood out amid the mess of bodies, and when she bent over us I understood she was trans, gorgeous, with a smile that promised her own turn later. She offered each of us a long drink of vodka and lingered for a second, stroking my wet cheek, as if telling me she’d come back for me.
The alcohol slid down my throat and gave me some of my body back. I felt my heart racing again, that mix of exhaustion and desire I only knew in places like that one, where there were no limits and no one would remember my name the next day.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw that, a few yards away, a new group was beginning to approach slowly, drawn by the spectacle, exchanging glances, calculating where to slip in. There were four, maybe five, men and women alike, still half-dressed, with that contained impatience of people who have just arrived and still have everything left to try. The party showed no sign of wanting to stop.
I turned toward my brother, who smiled at me with his mouth still shining, and toward the chubby woman, who was already licking her lips at the sight of the newcomers. I rested my head on the towel, spread my legs a little, and waited. I knew what was coming. I wanted it. A party like this, dirty and ruleless, was exactly where I wanted to lose myself, and there were still hours of sunlight left to spend.
