Pool Party Threesome: Tequila, Songs, and Raw Fucking with Lautaro and Constanza

Constanza’s place buzzes with twenty people, laughter echoing off the pool. I arrive in my flowing dark blue dress and snug purple blouse, elegant but teasing sexy. Uncle dressed me—his fingers slipped my thong and bra on like a pro. Nadia better hurry back.

Constanza greets me topless under a pareo, glass sloshing tequila. Her tits mesmerize me, full and proud against my perky little ones. She hugs me tight, spills booze on my arm. Boozy breath hits me. ‘Sophie! So glad you’re here!’

The Approach: Tequila Sparks Fly

I drop off the Sarlanoix bottle in the kitchen. She drags me around intros. ‘This is Lautaro, from Lille too—sociology student from Resistencia.’ His accent rolls thick, eyes dark and cute. Not like that Porteño prick Agustin she just dumped.

She ditches me for a friend. I grab tequila, sidle up to Lautaro. We click fast. Two years in France, tiny campus room, guitar hero, union militant. Pride lights his voice. I beg a song. He pulls out his guitar, voice raw with passion.

‘Arriba, parias de la Tierra!’ Spanish words I don’t get, but his fire melts me. Tragic, intense. I gush lame compliments. Another? He downs my untouched shot, sings more revolutionaries. Then French—’Le Temps des Cerises.’ Grandma’s tune twists nostalgia in my gut. Melancholy hits. He senses it, refills us.

Tequila flows. Fifth round, we’re soulmates. I stroke his face. Constanza splashes us from the pool, pareo clinging wet. ‘Sophie, tequila!’ She yanks my wrist, gulps, pulls me in. Lautaro follows. Splashing chaos, giggles drunk on booze and adrenaline.

Soaked clothes cling miserable. We stumble to her room. Constanza peels my dress. ‘Idiota, help!’ she winks at Lautaro. He’s on it. Naked fast. We strip him—caramel chest smooth, cock stirring, thick caramel promise. Giggles turn hungry.

The Explosion: Savage Threesome Unleashed

She grabs it, strokes slow. Pushes him on the bed, ass up, sucks him deep. I join, tongue flicking his head while he gropes her bikini top off. Those tits swing free. Now his cock’s mine—half in mouth, hand pumping the rest. Easy trick, guys love it. His pubes trimmed neat, thoughtful.

He flips, eats Constanza’s chlorine pussy. I roll on a condom, straddle behind her. Tease my clit with his tip, shallow dips. Deeper slow. She turns, kisses me fierce, licks my ear. I knead her perfect tits. She sucks mine—fuck, electric. I clutch her long hair.

Swap. His tongue laps my clit good, fingers inside. Constanza rides his cock. I cum hard, shaking. Watch them—her begging ‘Posición del perro!’ Doggy now. Her tits slap rhythm as he pounds, hips gripped tight. Fast, slow. I rub to another orgasm. He unloads deep.

Pause, bodies slick. Shower crammed for three—pressing close reignites him. Condom on, he bends me doggy against tiles. Deeper thrusts hit perfect. Constanza licks his balls, fingers his ass. He yelps, surprised but thrusting harder. I cum first. He follows, spent.

We crash on the bed, tangled, sated. Night falls quiet. Strangers again by dawn.