Midsummer Celebration

As the girls were getting their bearings together, us guys decided to cool off with some beer. It was not the coldest drink considering the temperature, but the water of the pool sure did the job done. As I drank my first gulf of refreshing beverage, I walked to the gasping and heaving bundle of limbs stretched out on the hot grass.

Irene was sprawled naked, chest heaving and coughing up what little water still remained. Her flat belly rose and fell with each breath she took. Her sister in law was not faring any better it seemed.

Eventually, they got themselves together enough to notice me casually back-leaning to the edges of the inflatable pool. Irene was the first to get up on shaky legs. The woman wiped a stray trickle of chlorinated water from her chin and offered me a weak, but genuine smile. Her eyes, still red and bloodshot from the near-drowning, lit up as she staggered toward me.

“Hey, you”, the brunette purred with a raspy voice. “I’m so glad you could make it”, Irene said stepping right next to me,  wrapping her slender arms around my neck in a warm, tight embrace. Her wet, cool skin felt refreshing against the searing heat. I felt her ample breasts squish on my chest as she nuzzled my neck affectionately.

From behind Irene, I could see Justine smiling to me as well. I winked at her and blew her a kiss. "I've missed you," the woman murmured into my ear, nuzzling my neck affectionately, as I flirted with her sister in law. Before I could return the greeting, though, she pulled back slightly, her face inches from mine. She leaned in, eyes half-closed and lips parted, clearly intending to give me a deep, passionate kiss.

I didn't let her lips touch mine. Instead, my hand shot up, clamping tight around her jaw, fingers digging into her cheeks. I squeezed hard, forcing her lips into a distorted, fish-like pucker. "You must be as stupid as you look if you think you can kiss me on the lips right after you had Rob's cock down your throat," I growled, my voice low and dripping with contempt. Sure, half of this was playful bullshit, but she did not need to know that.

Irene whimpered behind her sealed lips, the sound muffled by my iron grip on her face. She tried to pull back, but I held her firm, staring into her watering eyes. Behind her, Justine laughed. The woman strode confidently a couple of steps towards us. I saw how Rob and 'Tony, while sipping their beers, looked on with interest what was going to happen.

Irene's sister-in-law stepped up right behind her, large, heavy breasts pressing against the brunette's back. Before Irene could react, Justine reached around and grabbed her wrists, yanking them harshly behind her back. Irnee gasped, eyes widening in panic as she was suddenly immobilized. Justine twisted Irene's arms upward, forcing her shoulders back and thrusting her chest out towards me. The blonde vixen leaned her chin on Irene's shoulder, looking me dead in the eye with a wicked glint.

"Mind if I clean her mouth for you?", she asked, her voice husky and laced with sadistic amusement.

I let go of Rob's wife's jaw, her face instantly flushing back to a paler shade as the pressure was released. Before she could even attempt to close her mouth, I hawked up a thick wad of phlegm and spat it directly onto her face. A long, viscous string of saliva landed right between her eyes, dripping slowly down over the bridge of her nose and threatening to fall onto her eyelashes. I didn't stop there; I spat twice more, once hitting her cheek and the other landing on her chin, mixing with the pool water already clinging to her skin. I watched with detached amusement as my spittle trickled down, forcing her to flutter her eyelashes to keep it out of her eyes. She looked pathetic, trembling in Justine's grip, completely at our mercy.

Justine grinned, her teeth white against her tanned skin as she watched my mark land on her sister-in-law. She then jerked Irene's arms higher, eliciting a sharp whine of pain from the brunette. "Please, Justine, stop, it hurts!" Irene begged, her voice cracking. "You're going to dislocate my shoulders!"

“Quit your whining, whore”, I calmly said as I spat another wad of spit on her lips. I watched as she liked it up as ambrosia. “So, Justine, what do you have in mind?”, I asked the blonde as if I did not know better.

"She needs to wash that dirty mouth out, don't you think?" Justine whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, her breath hot against Irene's ear. "A nice rinse in the pool should do the trick. That chlorine will kill whatever germs Rob gave you." The brunette didn't argue; she simply nodded, her head ducking submissively as she looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes, seeking my approval.

I gave a casual wave of my hand toward the water. "Be my guest," I said, leaning back against the inflatable pool's edge to enjoy the show.

Justine didn't hesitate. She marched the shorter woman to the rim of the pool and, without warning, forced Irene's head forward and down into the water. Irene's body tensed as the water closed over her head, her hair floating like seaweed around Justine's grip. "Make sure you get a good mouthful!", her sister-in-law shouted down at the water, holding Irene's arms pinned firmly behind her back in a vice-like grip. "Fill your cheeks with it! I want to see them bulging!" She kept her submerged there, the seconds ticking by as I watched Irene's cheeks hollow out and then puff outward, dutifully filling her mouth with the chlorinated water.

After long half a minute, Justine yanked Irene's head up by the hair. The brunette gasped, her face dripping and red. "Spit it out!", the woman commanded, maneuvering Irene toward the patch of dry, yellowing grass beside us. The brunette leaned forward and expelled a stream of pool water onto the ground, coughing and sputtering as she tried to clear her burning throat.

“Hmm”, I said gulping down on cold beer. “I don’t know, what do you think, guys? Is her mouth clean?”

“Hell nah”, Rob chuckled, looking at his miserable wife.

“Yeah, darling”, added 'Tony, looking at his blonde filly of a wife. “You should do it a couple of more times”.

“Well, you heard the crowd”, I said casually walking close to Irene and licking her cheek.

"Back under you go, slut," Justine giggled, shoving Irene's head back into the water. “How’s the beer, guys?”, the blonde joyfully asked us as she held down her sister-in-law's head under the water, bubbles rising to the surface. We raised our beer bottles up in affirmative, that the beer is indeed good.

She held her down for another half a minute, the poor woman's body trembling in the blonde's iron grip. When she yanked her up, Irene's mouth was bulging, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk storing nuts. She retched as she expelled the chemical-tasting water onto the grass, adding to the growing mud patch.

"Again," Justine commanded, ignoring the woman's heaving chest. She forced her down a third time, then a fourth. By the end of the fourth cycle, Irene was barely conscious, her limbs limp and heavy. When Justine released her, the brunette collapsed onto her back, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling in shallow, erratic spasms. Her face was a mask of misery, eyes swollen and red, skin raw from the constant exposure to water and sun.

“Hmm, maybe one more time, just to be sure”, Justine chirped, her grip tightening on Irene's wrists. "Back under you go."

Without giving the brunette a moment to recover, the blonde shoved Irene's face back into the water. This time, she held her down with even more force, enjoying the way Irene's shoulders strained against her grip. Robert's wife's body jerked and twitched as she fought the urge to inhale, her cheeks puffing out visibly as she followed the order to hoard the chemical-tasting water in her mouth.

"Count it down," Justine laughed, looking at me. "Twenty five... twenty six... twenty seven..."

"...twenty eight... twenty nine... thirty!", I finished the count. With a rough tug, Justine hauled Irene's head out of the water by her soaking hair. The brunette gagged violently, her body convulsing as she scrambled to turn her head away from the pool. Her cheeks were grotesquely puffed out, straining to hold the heavy load of chlorinated water. With a pitiful moan, she leaned over the grass and expelled the liquid in a torrent, mixing with the mud and spit already there. She coughed repeatedly, her entire body shuddering with the force of expelling the fluid from her lungs and stomach.

"Think she's clean now?" Justine asked, wiping her hands on Irene's hair as if drying them on a dirty towel.

"Close enough," I decided, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. "At least she won't taste like Rob's balls anymore."

Justine laughed, a bright, carefree sound that belied the violence she had just inflicted. She abandoned Irene, who was left curled in a fetal position on the grass, coughing weakly. The blonde sauntered over to me, her hips swaying with an exaggerated rhythm designed to catch the eye. She didn't hesitate, stepping right into my personal space and wrapping her arms around my waist, pressing her soft, ample curves against me.

"Hi there," she purred, looking up at me through her lashes. “Glad you could make it, cause it’s no party without you here”. Before I could respond, she stood on her tiptoes and crushed her lips against mine. It was a hungry, possessive kiss, her tongue immediately seeking entry. I kissed her back, tasting the lingering bitterness of chlorine in her mouth as well.

I let my hands roam down Justine's back, grabbing two generous handfuls of her ass and pulling her tighter against me. Her soft body was a stark contrast to the hard, abusive handling she had endured earlier, but I knew better than to think she was soft where it counted. She broke the kiss with a wet smack, leaving a trail of saliva connecting our lips, and grinned up at me.

"Much better," I murmured, glancing past her shoulder.

Irene had managed to roll onto her side, her chest still heaving as she watched us. Her eyes were wide and glistening, filled with a heartbreaking mix of jealousy and adoration. She looked like a kicked puppy that had just seen its master pet a stray dog instead of her. The sight sent a thrill through me.