The Trip with My Friends Ended with No Rules at All
I woke up earlier than I’d expected for the time I’d gone to sleep. It was nine o’clock, and light was seeping in through the crack in the curtain. I was spooned up against Carla, and Bruna was sleeping behind me with one leg thrown over me. As soon as I felt Carla’s naked body against mine, I got hard with no chance of stopping it.
I sat up slowly, measuring every movement so I wouldn’t wake them, and I managed it. Seeing them lying there, completely naked and peaceful, was a sight I never got tired of looking at. I put on my swim trunks and went downstairs. In the kitchen, Ivana was already there, wearing a sheer nightgown that left very little to the imagination.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Morning. How’s the hangover?” she asked without stopping stirring something in a mug.
“Easy, we didn’t drink that much. I just have a dry mouth.”
“Here, have a glass of water.”
I downed it in one gulp, went out to the garden, and jumped into the pool. After cooling off, I went back to the kitchen and Ivana was already chopping onion.
“Want some help? What are we making?” I asked.
“I was thinking chilaquiles, with the tortillas left over from yesterday.”
We started putting breakfast together and, little by little, everyone came downstairs. Some set the table, others made coffee. Lucas and Damián went out to buy beers and came back just as everything was ready. That day we decided to take a break from the orgies; honestly, we needed it. In just a couple of days we’d gone from not knowing each other that way to losing track completely of how many times we’d done it.
***
We decided to spend the day at the beach. By noon we were ready, much later than usual, but we didn’t care. This time we went to a cove farther from the tourist complexes, with hardly anyone there. We spent much of the afternoon on beers, music, swims in the sea, and naps on the sand.
By midafternoon we were hungry and headed down to the village. We ate at a home-style restaurant, delicious and cheap, and stretched out the after-lunch hanging around with beers, conversation, and laughter. When the sun was overhead, we wandered among shops and artisan stalls. We bought ourselves identical little bracelets for all eight of us, a souvenir from the trip, and ended up at a little bar right on the beach.
Since we’d eaten late, we still weren’t hungry, so we killed time drinking until dinner. Renata and Carla slipped off to a pharmacy to buy Vaseline, which we’d almost forgotten and they were about to close. They came back happy, with a big jar in hand.
“I mean, this should be enough, right?” Renata said.
“I think so,” Carla answered, biting back laughter.
We had dinner at a place on the fishermen’s pier that the waiter recommended, simple and excellent food. We got back home after midnight, this time well prepared: lots and lots of beers and the bottles we still hadn’t opened. That night would be like when we used to get together before all this: no sex, just drinking and having a good time. And that’s exactly what it was. Music, the usual chats, an occasional nighttime dip in the pool. I switched to rum, Carla went for tequila, and at six in the morning, both of us equally drunk, I decided to go upstairs to sleep. I collapsed into bed and was out in seconds.
***
I woke up with the classic dry mouth and a bit of a headache. The clock on the nightstand said almost twelve. Downstairs it was only Damián and Bruna. I made myself a michelada, the best hangover cure, and jumped into the pool, the second-best cure. Little by little the others started appearing, each with their own level of hangover and their own remedy.
We’d agreed to spend that day at the house: grilled meat, beer, pool, and lots of sex. But this time without turns or games. It would be more like those movie orgies we’d talked so much about: anyone with anyone, at any moment. The guys were in swim trunks and the girls in bikinis. We put on music and started getting everything ready for the barbecue, lighting the charcoal and setting the food out on the garden table.
At one point, Lucas came up behind Ivana and hugged her. She answered with a kiss, and he kept kissing her and roaming over her with his hands. He took off her bikini, caressed her breasts, and turned her around to grab her ass. We all shouted encouragement. Ivana crouched down and started sucking him off, while Lucas held her head, setting the pace. Then he laid her on a chaise lounge, took off the bottom half, and returned the favor with his tongue. She was moaning and caressing her own breast.
The show got all of us worked up. Bruna came up behind me and grabbed me over my swim trunks.
“Hard already?” she whispered.
“You tell me.”
“I think so. Come here.”
She stood in front of me, pulled down my trunks, and started sucking me off with a skill that took my breath away. She took off her top without stopping. Around us everything was in motion: Carla was with Damián, Tomás with Renata, stretched out on a big towel on the grass. Carla had already brought the jar of Vaseline and left it on a table in the middle of everything.
***
I lifted Bruna up and carried her to the grass, where the others were. I spread out another towel and laid her down. I took off what was left of her bikini and started licking her, pushing my tongue in as far as I could while I slowly slid a finger inside her. She gave a little jump and then spread her legs wider to let me in better.
Beside me, Carla was sucking Damián off, until he turned her around to return the favor. Carla’s head ended up near me and, without stopping with Bruna, I adjusted myself so my cock would be within reach. The moment she saw it, she took it into her mouth. Damián understood the move and did the same with Bruna. We formed a tight circle of mouths and hands, all connected, all on the edge.
Suddenly I felt someone grab me firmly. It was Carla, who had gone back to the little table and was coating me with Vaseline, calmly smearing every inch. Her mouth was half open and she had a mischievous smile; her look made her intentions crystal clear. We’d talked about it the day before, so I understood right away what she wanted. When she decided there was enough, she kissed me and got on all fours, offering me her ass.
I caressed her cheeks and, with a little Vaseline on my finger, started getting her ready. It went in much easier than the day before. I set the tip at her entrance and pushed slowly, parting her cheeks with my hands. It didn’t seem to hurt her.
“Slow, but put it all the way in,” she said in a low voice. “It doesn’t hurt anymore and it feels fucking amazing.”
I obeyed her. I entered her slowly to the hilt, and with that last push a shiver ran through my whole body. I don’t know why those last inches always feel so intense. Carla let out a moan. I started pumping gently, and with every thrust that same tremor came back from the tip all the way to the nape of my neck. She was squeezing me from every side. I couldn’t help picking up the pace.
“Yes, like that, like that, so good,” she panted.
She pressed her chest to the towel, arched her back, and lifted her ass higher, leaving her hands free to touch herself. After a while I pulled out, because I didn’t want to finish yet. Carla turned onto her back, still touching herself, and I put her legs over my shoulders. I went back in, this time without resistance. From that position I could see everything: her breasts, her hand playing with her clit, my cock going in and out. I didn’t last long.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned her.
“Hold on a little, me too, me too,” she begged.
I didn’t hold on at all. I came, but I kept thrusting until she twisted, pressed her hand hard against her clit, and went still for a few seconds, letting out tiny moans. Then her whole body went loose. I pulled out, lay on top of her, and we kissed. Around us, the others had finished too and were resting stretched out, kissing, or catching their breath.
***
“He fucked you in the ass, you little slut?” Ivana asked Carla, getting up.
“Of course. Wasn’t that what we talked about?”
“Yeah, but I forgot,” Ivana laughed.
“So did I,” Bruna said.
“Relax, we’re here all day today, there’ll be time,” Tomás pointed out.
“And how was it?” Ivana pressed.
“Weird at first, but it starts feeling really good soon,” Carla explained. “I wouldn’t finish just with that on my own, but if you help me a little, hell yes.”
Laughing, we all offered to lend a hand whenever they wanted. We got dressed halfway and started the barbecue. We ate in the garden with music and beer, and then went inside to be more comfortable, spread out between the sofas and some mats on the floor. The mood heated up on its own, with comments, the girls’ innuendo, and movements that left no doubt.
“All right, who wants to get it in the ass?” Damián blurted, already standing up.
“Me,” Bruna said, getting up and taking off her blouse.
She walked toward him playing with her breasts, kissed him, and crouched down to suck him off. Renata sat astride Tomás in an armchair, and they started kissing. Lucas and Ivana watched from the sofa, groping each other without missing a detail.
Bruna smeared Vaseline on Damián’s cock and made him sit down. Standing on the sofa with her back to him, she lowered herself slowly until the tip lined up with her asshole.
“Easy, easy,” she asked.
“I’ll stay still,” he answered, holding her by the waist to help her balance.
Centimeter by centimeter she took him in, until at last she got him all the way inside and let out a long moan. She started riding him, slowly at first, while Damián slid a hand down to rub her clit.
***
I was still hot, and Bruna shot me a look, biting her lip, as if she got off on me watching her. She motioned for me to come closer. I hesitated, but Carla, who had seen it too, pulled me by the arm and knelt down to lick Bruna’s clit. Damián paused for a moment and, guided by Carla’s hand, I put my cock into Bruna at the same time he did. She was so wet I got in almost all at once.
“Oh, God, so good,” Bruna panted. “Give it to me, give it to me.”
Until that moment I hadn’t felt anything strange, but when Damián started moving again, I noticed how his cock pressed against the thin wall between us. It was an odd sensation that turned me on like crazy. We pumped at the same time, trying to keep opposite rhythms, until Damián warned us and went still, growling. I kept going a little longer, until Bruna twisted, pulled me toward her, and kissed me with her legs trembling. When we finally pulled apart, she collapsed onto the sofa.
“My God, this is incredible like this,” she murmured.
I still hadn’t finished, and I was still rock hard.
***
“All right, enough, two at once,” Renata said. “Lucas, come here.”
She laid him on the floor, gave him a couple of blowjobs, and sat on him all the way to the hilt. Then she leaned back on his chest and opened her legs, offering her ass to Tomás, who was already coming up from behind. Ivana came over with Vaseline in her hand and smeared him while kissing him.
“Just in case a little got lost,” she joked.
Tomás went in slowly, all the way. They kept opposite rhythms: when one went in, the other came out. Renata moaned and kissed Lucas hungrily. From behind I watched both cocks going into her at once, and the sight drove me wild. Tomás finished first, then Renata started trembling with little spasms, and finally Lucas. All three of them dropped with their breathing ragged.
“Damn, it feels so tight, it’s hard to hold out like that,” Tomás said.
“Now imagine with two at once,” Renata replied. “It’s weird at first, but then one amplifies the other’s pleasure. It feels fucking amazing.”
“Damn, now I want to,” Ivana said.
***
Since I was one of the few who was still ready, Ivana got into it. She sucked Damián’s cock, which had gotten hard again, and lay down. Carla coated me with Vaseline and, while I got into position, ran a finger in small circles over Ivana’s asshole. Ivana sighed. Guided once again by Carla’s hand, I started to enter her little by little.
“Ooh, so good,” Ivana panted. “It doesn’t hurt me at all, go on, go on.”
When I was all the way in, Damián entered her from the front. I tried to keep the opposite rhythm, and I felt his cock every time it crossed my path. Ivana was unbelievably tight. Carla was kissing both of us and grabbing Ivana’s breasts, which swayed with every thrust.
“It feels incredible in the ass, I’m gonna come!” she shouted.
I held out as long as I could. Ivana came with a loud moan, and even so we kept going a little longer, until she asked us not to stop. I finished with a few hard thrusts, and those last spasms were enough to make her come again. We collapsed on the floor.
“I think I’d finish just from the ass,” Ivana laughed. “That felt fucking great.”
“Then we’ll have to try that another day,” I said.
***
The afternoon went on in that same vein. Lucas, the only one who still hadn’t tried it, went with Carla, who got him ready with her mouth and Vaseline. I was hard again too, so Carla crooked a finger at me. She laid me on the sofa with my head against the armrest and sat on me, taking my cock all the way in. We’d discovered that was the best position for a double. Lucas came in from behind, slowly, and I could feel his cock brushing mine, separated only by that thin wall.
Carla was kissing me with her whole tongue, moaning, while Lucas sped up. Then Damián came over with his cock hard and she took it into her mouth: three at once. The situation was taking me to a level I wasn’t going to last at.
“Finish, give it all to me inside,” she whispered in my ear.
I gave a few hard thrusts and came. She had her orgasm with Lucas’s thrusts, hugging me with her legs trembling. After a while I was left sitting there, still hard, while around me Tomás was kissing Renata and Bruna was giving him a blowjob. Now that was an orgy.
Ivana, still wanting more, covered me with Vaseline, climbed on top of me, and sat down, taking me in through her ass. She lowered herself all the way, sighed, and started moving, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I held her ass cheeks and kissed her breasts. Watching my cock go into her from behind, with her whole body given over to it, was insanely hot.
“I’m coming, fuck me hard,” she begged.
I grabbed her hips and gave it to her as hard as I could until we both came at the same time. She let herself fall beside me, breathless.
“God, I really do like this,” she said, laughing.
***
When the sun started going down, we all got into the pool to swim and play for a while. After that we went to shower and get ready for the last dinner of that vacation. We came back downstairs dressed up, put on music, and ate calmly, stretching out the night over beers, dancing, and conversation, until we decided to go to sleep. We didn’t want to get up late on the last day. Carla came to my bed again, and we fell asleep wrapped around each other.
***
The next day we enjoyed the last morning at the beach. We went back home to pack our bags and, since everything was ready ahead of time, we had a little time left to do it one last time. I suppose the others thought the same.
Carla had her back to me. I came up behind her, slipped one hand under her blouse and the other under her shorts to her clit. She turned her head to kiss me and, unable to hold back any longer, she got naked and came toward me. We fell onto the bed together. She straddled me and slowly took my cock inside; when she had it all the way in, she looked at me and brought her legs forward, wrapping them around me. In that position we were so pressed together that we barely needed to move.
“We said we’d try it again,” she said.
I started to feel her muscles contracting inside, squeezing and releasing without moving.
“Do you feel that?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s very sexy.”
She started rocking her hips slowly, squeezing right before each thrust. It took everything in me not to start pounding like crazy. She sped up, and at some point all I could feel was in and out, in and out. She grabbed my shoulders and let herself fall back with a cry of pleasure; I had to hold her by the back. Her legs were shaking, she was pressing herself against me with them to get my cock as deep inside as possible. When I felt the contractions of her orgasm again, I finished too, with a couple more thrusts. She leaned forward and wrapped her whole body around me.
“Damn, that was really good, wasn’t it?” she said after a while.
“Very sexy,” I replied.
***
We left in the middle of the afternoon. I was thinking that, just as we’d said, it would never happen again. I was wrong: there were more trips like that with the group, but this one, because it was the first, was the one that marked me most. Today we’re still friends, each with our own partner and our own children. No relationship ever came out of those summers; we all ended up with people outside the group. And of course, nobody knows anything about what happened in that beach house.
