Chapter 12: Barbeque

The invites went out and people were shocked. Most people would have been shocked had they known the Power’s were sending out invites for a sex party. The invitees were shocked to learn they could arrive dressed as the party would take place outside the house.

Some invitees also received special packages or instructions. Marissa was plotting to have fun.

When the day came Phil was surprised to find she enjoyed getting dressed up for a party. Mum said she needed something that could come off quickly or slowly depending on what sort of games were being played. Either way underwear was a no. Veronica was glamorous as ever in a slinky but outdoor capable dress. Mum also looked fab, especially with the changes to her hair that Veronica had suggested. Gwen was searching in the new kitchen cupboards. Dan looked like he was about to go to an interview and Dad to work.

“Who is this pretty young lady and what have you done with my nympho slut daughter?”

Dad was being dad. Phil put her foot up on a chair, pointed her toes and waited for the dress to slide all the way back up against her before swinging her leg out exposing her pussy.

“That’s my girl,”

Geoff smiled. They were ready to pile into the car for the short trip.

Margaret slipped the pack of special cards into her coat and joined Jill at the gate. She felt a little embarrassingly ordinary in a frilly dress that showed her entire cleavage. Jill’s open cream blouse was nice and she had always like that front split black skirt. Jill checked her tab and fretted about the time but Leon and Randy soon appeared. Leon in a silver grey suit and Randy in slacks and a dark green shirt. Both handsome and sexy as ever. At least Margaret thought so. They linked arms and walked together around to the east side of the island.

It was the first time Mike and Jules had stopped in the Power’s back garden clothed. A distinctly odd feeling. It was true Jules’s dress was so short that her pussy felt the light breeze and so low that it basically hung from her nipples but she was dressed, from nipples to clit anyway. Mike, in his best jeans and a clean shirt, said she looked edible. That would be nice Jules thought but it wasn’t what she had planned.

Billy’s shorts and polo shirt made him look about twelve but then again Molly had her hair in bunches and wore a cheerleader outfit, less the panties of course.

Jackie and Tom were a glamorous couple, ready for a night out with his pristine micro stripe shirt and her long black dress with sparkles as the Everards arrived together through the garden gate.

Marissa appeared in a green sparkly dress that caressed her every sexy curve with Matt a step behind looking like a grown up version of Billy with actual style.

“Welcome friends, welcome lovers,”

Marissa cat walked out onto the grass, bare foot beneath the ankle tickling hem.

“Today there will be food chat and silly games that may get spicy”

There were various tables set up scattered between the garden beds. The garden itself was in that last overblown orgasmic bloom of summer’s end that you only get in those special years when the summer seems to go on and on. They had got lucky and the weather would be perfect. Just warm enough to swim if they’d had a pool but cool enough to be out in the garden for hours at a time.

There was food and drink aplenty and Matt incinerated beef and pork in traditional style for the few carnivores among them.

Margaret set herself up at a small table upwind of the meat fire and shuffled her pack of special cards. Each had a stylish and colourful depiction of lovers joined in sex on one side and some writing on the other. Each card seemingly a depiction of a different sex position.

Once greetings and welcomes were over, Veronica had been introduced to a few people and Phil and Billy had been told off by Matt and her dress pulled back down, Marissa announced the first game.

“Our first game is called ‘Spit in your eye’. Everyone should pay a visit to Margaret, one at a time, to collect a card. You must then say the word or phrase on the card, casually in conversation with someone else, before you go back for another. Take as long as you like but the men should complete two rounds to qualify for the next game.”

“Why is it called ‘Spit in your eye’,”

Billy reliably piped up.

“Because darling, the first person to get a reaction of someone spitting in their face when they say their words, wins the game. And the prize is of course Margaret herself, for an hour.”

Was Marissa’s dress changing colour over time? No one was quite sure but the bright green did seem to be fading in the sunlight. It kept everyone’s attention.

Very civilised socialising and drinking continued. People collected cards from Margaret and eventually carried them away to try the increasingly outrageous things printed on them, in conversation. Marissa showed the way, taking her card and engaging Margaret in conversation about the unusual one leg straight, one bent, sitting, from behind sex position depicted on the front. While they talked Marissa’s other hand shamelessly invaded Margaret’s dress, cupping and squeezing her tits. They both acted like it wasn’t happening despite the rising colour in Margaret’s cheeks. Soon outrageous jokes were being told and small kinky favours being sought. Mike asked Jackie to expose her left tit which she willingly did. Neatly decorating the nipple with a blob of tomato paste was entirely his idea. Jackie was poised for him to suck it off but he just left it there and went to get a drink. She mingled and talked to Geoff and Veronica like that and had almost forgotten about her giant red nipple when Gwen dived on it hungrily and slurped her clean.

They ate, to comfortable excess and drank in near moderation and danced to the music playing from the deck, with as much wild abandon as they liked. No one was judging.

Dan asked Molly,

“Will you marry me ... to Marissa in a giant barrel of...”

He didn’t get any further as he had to flee. She chased him around the garden until he hid behind his upheld card and said,

“ ... piss. Sorry.”

She forgave him after he apologised properly to her pussy.

“You know I’m fine with you marrying Marissa, don’t you?”

“Uh huh,”

Dan said to her clit as she crouched on what had been Margaret’s table with her legs spread.

“And if you want to fuck Marissa in a barrel of piss. You know I’ll be in there to put your cock inside her.”

“Umm,”

Dan agreed with his tongue invading her vagina.

“As long as we can have Marissa marry us in a bath of vomit the same day?”

“Deal,”

he said and Molly came wetly in his mouth.

Billy quickly saw the opportunity in this game of course. He could check his card and then ask any question, no matter how impertinent, dirty or personal and get away with it. Situation normal on that front then. He found a kindred spirit in Randy of course who watched his interaction with Jill. Billy checked his card and then politely asked her,

“Can I please see your pussy, real close up.”

She held him with her eyes and said,

“That’s not what’s on your card is it?”

Billy shook his head and made his best faux ashamed face.

“Are you a sneaky peaking filthy fucker?”

she asked him.

“Yes mam,”

Billy said, straitening up proudly as she turned to show her card saying exactly that.

“Score one to me I believe,”

Jill said, widening her stance and undoing a button on her skirt. She spread it’s wings and Billy crouched and breathed in her musk from inches away. Jill’s pussy was somehow younger than her face. Billy was delighted.

Randy chuckled and said,

“Good job son.”

He had seen Jill’s card and was hoping she’d ask him but he hadn’t expected to get such a reward. They were soon hunting as a pair, making stuff up and chasing pussy. An hour later Jill was reading fortunes at another table. This was advanced fortune telling though, the veins in cocks and the tracery of blue on sunlit breasts were being carefully followed with adept fingers to get a proper reading such as,

“Be careful in the next ten minutes or you’ll spill your drink over Jackie.”

Geoff stood and took the perverted fondling with pleasure, his cock twitching under Jill’s experienced hands. She predicted an imminent encounter with a siren rising from the depths to consume him. He was so focussed, looking down on what she was doing he was genuinely surprised when Molly’s face appeared from under the table and took his whole ball sack into her hot wet mouth. Jill’s massage moved down to his perineum and he moaned out a powerful orgasm, coming in Jill’s waiting hand.

Tom was chatting with his substantial cock hanging out. Mike was naked. Gwen was naked from the waist down and Jackie from the waist up. All the colour had faded out of Marissa’s dress leaving it a transparent shimmer like glitter floating over her naked body as she and Jackie set up at another card table with a set that looked just like Margaret’s. Margaret’s game had not yet been won, although she might have been considered the winner. Her dress completely open down the front and her body smeared with food and finger marks from clit to neck. Phil, naked of course, was snogging with a shirtless Billy again. They were however doing it underneath Jill’s table and sharing their tongues with her pussy between fortune telling sessions. So Matt left them to it and asked Molly for a glass of her piss. She obliged, one leg in the air, hips rolled back and the glass pressed over her hole. Giving him a look that said it was the least she could do and surely he wanted more. He cleaned up her pussy with his mouth, which made her happy, and took the warm glass with him.

Dan took Jackie by the hips and pulled her into his lap. She sat sideways, an arm around his neck and leaned into him where he could comfortably kiss and lick a tit.

“I saw the inside of Molly earlier,”

he said.

“How was she doing?”

Jackie asked. She caught on fast.

“Coming in my mouth and agreeing to marry me, in a bath of vomit, with Marissa officiating of course.”

“I’ll have to be in there too to give away the bride,”

Jackie said.

“And how does that make you feel Mrs Everard?”

Dan said, running his hand between her legs and gently toying with her pussy.

“Like I need to pee, just now, not quite yet,”

a rapidly heating Jackie said.

“I look forward to being right their when you kiss the bride.”

A little later when he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, he said,

“This is an even cooler party than that one.”

“Yes darling, please fuck me,”

she said as she lowered herself onto his shaft and let her bladder go.

Gwen was talking to Tom, in an ‘I want to kiss you’ face to face way, both naked from the waist down, as she held an empty glass tankard. A sight to make anyone smile. Matt assembled the tray of drinks as per the orders he’d collected and distributed them patiently, playing the naked waiter and enjoying the tugs and strokes from the ladies, beneath his tray as he went. Jules was talking with Leon, sitting on the edge of her own table and doing nothing to hide her pussy. Matt gave them their drinks and took his own from the now empty tray.

“Cheers,”

he said as they all went to drink.

“Here’s to getting pregnant.”

He took a drink, a moment ahead of Jules who spluttered the cold piss all over his face and croaked out.

“You filthy fucking man slut, cough,”

Leon patted her on the back,

“Are you alright dear?”

Jules steadied her breathing.

“We weren’t going to announce it till later. Mike and I are going to try to get pregnant.”

Matt licked his lips as Jules’s mouthful ran down his face.

“Oh well. Here’s to your success,”

Leon said. He raised his glass and they all drank, Jules eyes on Matt’s.

“Molly made it fresh,”

Matt said.

“A special for me,”

Jules said in response to Leon’s questioning look.

Tom and Veronica hit it off immediately. He removed his shirt to join her in her nudity. Since Billy had tricked her out of her dress with her willing cooperation. They walked and talked and found they had a lot in common. Being wealthy and moving in the same Alm society circles Tom was surprised they hadn’t met before. They talked supply chains and the difficulties of doing things at scale in a shattered world. His hand was steady on her smooth shapely back and sex wasn’t immediately on their minds. They took in the fabulous garden and enjoyed being barefoot and free.

“This looks like it should be a pond,”

Veronica said, crouching gracefully to look at a bowl shaped depression in the grass a couple of feet deep.

“A little shallow I think and I don’t see a lining. I guess he may have disguised it completely like half the stuff here. The watering and feeding systems are almost invisible.”

“Hmm. Maybe a wallow then rather than a pond,”

Veronica considered.

“Did you say there was a watering system?”

Tom picked up the disguised hose out of the grass where it had been invisible to her. Veronica tracked it back up from the wallow with his help and eventually all the way back to a connection hidden near the back of the house.

“Very clever she said. Let’s get back to the party,”

but as Tom turned to go she quickly twisted the little brass handle a quarter turn.

Matt went to find Jackie who was doing psychic sex positions. The sex cards were laid out, picture side up, except for the one that Jackie held covering her right nipple. That one said ‘20 seconds’. The game was to pick a card from the table and if your picture matched Jackie’s then, for the men, you’d get into that position with Jackie for the time on her card. For the women if you matched you got to replace her at the table. Matt checked in with Margaret to confirm his victory. She kissed his face and they went to watch and cheer the series of penetrations as Jackie displayed her gymnastic flexibility, getting sweet little fucks from most of the men until Gwen replaced her. Jules declared that she had better stop playing as there was no way she could do most of those positions. Instead she lay on the next door table, hanging her head off the side and offered upside down throat fucks, to any and all, matching whatever time was on the psychic sex card, although she couldn’t see it, so she had to trust her partners. Matt and Margaret faced each other across the same table, between Jules and where Marissa was now trying to suck Randy in a handstand, while he bobbed down on her pussy with his tongue out. Billy was ‘helping’. In the end Leon intervened and the rebel alliance spit roasted Marissa while she jacked Billy onto her tits. Matt claimed his prize and Margaret, still just about wearing her dress leant across the table to suck his cock. However it was a very slow drawn out business. She would be fractions away from his head with her outstretched tongue before pausing to regale him with a salacious tale. All the while Jackie, completely ignored, worked her hand further up Margaret’s dress and then deeper into Margaret’s hot pussy.