Alpine Affairs: The Party, The Consequences
Fifteen minutes after Christy had refused to come in, Carlo slowly approached the van with a hangdog look. He opened the driver side door and looked up at her with his sad brown eyes.
"Why aren't you coming in, mia bella Christina? My uncle wants to meet you, and everyone else is enjoying his swimming pool," he asked in a hurt voice. "It is a beautiful sight, looking out over the mountains. We've all been waiting for you. Please come in and join us."
Christy's anger, and a big chunk of her resolve, had faded as the adrenaline and shame had diminished. She couldn't leave without the keys, but going to get the keys was unlikely to turn out well.
She was still light headed, her thinking was muddled, her senses were on fire, and now this beautiful, sad eyed boy comes begging her to go meet his uncle, go swimming, and enjoy the beautiful July afternoon in the Davis Mountains.
She sighed, closed her eyes, nodded, and started to get out.
"Bella, would you take off your rings, just for the afternoon? I don't want my uncle to know I'm in love with a married woman. Would you do that for me, just this afternoon? All the others did it for their men."
Her moral center was screaming NO, but she looked into the brown pool of his eyes and acquiesced, taking them off and closing them in the ashtray on the console. 'Just this afternoon' she mollified herself, 'to meet his uncle, and from this day forward they will never come off my fingers!'
Carlo helped her down, wrapped her in his arms, whispered "Thank you, cara mia," and gave her a gentle kiss that flared the flames in her pussy. She told Carlo she felt clumsy, lightheaded, and off balance, so he kept his arm around her waist as he escorted her to the back patio, near the pool, where he introduced her to Uncle Gio, the owner of the ranch.
Uncle Gio was well pleased when he saw such a delectable young woman with Carlo. She seemed older than his nephew, but he couldn't really tell her age, which was likely somewhere in her early twenties. What he could tell was the timeless beauty of her face, the rarity of her shapely body, and her gorgeous legs. She was only an inch under his height of 5'9", with improbably long legs, a trim waist, firm tits that swayed when she walked, and an ass to die for.
For a second he envied Carlo, and the time when such a woman would be the target of his seduction, but he put his lust and envy aside and greeted her in the Italian tradition, with a hug and kisses on her cheeks.
Still holding her hands, he said "Welcome to my ranch, beautiful one. It is my honor to serve as your host; please feel free to take advantage of any of the amenities, including the food and drink. Carlo can show you where the bath facilities are, should you need to freshen up."
His words were reassuring, but she remained concerned about the circumstances - all these men and so few women. Speech almost eluded her, and her words were slurred as she replied, "Uncle Gio, I want to meet your wife; they told me she was here."
"No, honey, she is not. I'm doing business here this weekend, so she is enjoying Independence Day festivities in El Paso."
Christy cut a sharp look at Carlo, who shrugged and disavowed his lie: "I didn't know".
Gio was troubled by her speech, her glassy-eyed appearance, and by her obvious anger that his wife was not here. Giving Carlo a questioning look, he stated, "I'll be inside. I have some guests to entertain, but call me if you need me for anything at all, Miss Christy.
"Carlo, get your beautiful young lady a glass of water and something to eat. I think she's had enough alcohol on an empty stomach."
Carlos nodded sheepishly and pulled her toward the pool.
The poolside bar included a bartender, who was an older, bigger, somehow courser, version of Carlo. He handed her an already-made Colorado Bulldog in a 32 oz. cup. She looked questioningly at Carlo and said, "I should stick to water. I don't feel well."
Carlos reassured her that he would look after her, and urged her to have one more drink before they ate lunch. "After all, it is already made, and you don't want to waste one of your fabulous drinks!"
She thanked the bartender, took a sip, and declared, "Wow, this is really strong!"
The bartender winked and replied, "I make them large and strong so I don't have to get out of the pool and make drinks so often. Just take your time; the ice will melt and it will be weaker."
He turned to Carlo, "Aren't you going to introduce your beautiful date to your dad, son?"
"Of course! Christy, this is my dad, Vincenzo, who goes by Vince. Dad, this is Christy Thomson, my girlfriend."
Christy extended her hand to shake, but Vince raised it to his lips, kissed it, and seductively stated, "It's truly my pleasure to meet you, Christy. You are a remarkably lovely young woman; by far the most beautiful Carlo has brought to meet his parents, and there have been many! He does have a way with the ladies!"
Taking her elbow, with a small leer he issued an invitation, "Come, join us in the pool, and give me an opportunity to get to know you better!"
Christy didn't want to, but was having trouble saying no to the dominant man. She forced herself to demur, replying, "Thank you for the invitation, Vince, but I'd like to get a little sun first. I've been sitting in class so long each day I've lost my tan!"
"It will be my pleasure to watch you tan! Choose a lounger," Vince directed with a sweep of his hand.
She sipped her drink and found a well-padded lounger to sit on. She felt loopy, but was not yet ready to forgive the other women. She didn't trust the other boys to keep their hands off her in the pool, and did not want to pretend to be Carlo's girlfriend to his lecherous father.
Carlo, however, was content to sit on the lounger beside her and engage her in conversation while she sipped her drink. His fawning over her and the potent drink combined to reduce her concerns still further. By the time the drink was half-gone, Christy felt drunk, hornier, and her body felt warm and sensitive, as if sunburned.
She began applying sunblock to her long, shapely legs, a job that Carlo quickly assumed. She lay back on the lounger, pulled her sunglasses over her eyes, sipped her drink, and watched as he made sure no portion of her exposed front was left without lotion. His meticulous efforts left her slick outside and boiling wet inside.
Carlos reminded her to change sides after fifteen minutes; she set her empty drink down and turned over. The lounger had a padded opening she could lay her chin and forehead on. She relaxed, and felt the warm liquid being poured onto her back and legs.
The pleasure of Carlo's caressing hands was soon increased many-fold as his hands were joined by several additional caressing, massaging hands. That she should stop them slipped through her fuzzy mind and slithered away. She lay there luxuriating in the feeling of the warm sun, the hands massaging the lotion into her tender skin, and the sexual desire she could feel emanating from the unseen boys manipulating her curvy body.
Lorenzo placed her refilled drink cup with a long straw beneath the opening in her chair. She could tan face down and enjoy yet another Bulldog she knew she didn't need!
She already felt light headed and her pussy throbbed with desire. The boys kneaded, stroked, and massaged every inch of her uncovered skin with the oil, and soon began pushing her skimpy suit around and applying it to areas formerly covered.
A plane flew over a couple of times and everyone yelled and waved, but she lay there in a stupor, soaking up the heat of the sun and the indescribable pleasure of the hands, feeling unable to move. Her string bikini was been removed 'so we can get the sunblock everywhere without ruining your suit'.
All pretenses at putting on sunblock ended when she was naked.
Carlo said, "I think she's ready; let's get her prepared."
Fingers began squeezing her breasts, pulling her nipples, stroking her legs, ass, and upper body. More fingers were teasing her oily back entrance, and still more penetrating her wanton pussy and rubbing her clit.
"Her pussy is certainly wet enough now, and her little brown asshole has opened to my finger," Francesco announced.
Christy was lightly moaning and writhing on the lounger: not knowing whether Uncle Gio and his business associates, her friends, and/or the other brothers and cousins were watching her debauchery made her so hot she was near cumming.
Part of her still wanted to stop them from molesting her, but she had no willpower left to fight the probing hands that were driving her insane with lust!
Christy's befuddled mind knew that she had transformed into the biggest slut of all time, right in front of the women she had called sluts only an hour ago in the van!
