Summer Swing

by Ben Boswell

  Marie glanced over at me with a grin. She was grinding her ass against the Latin guy’s surely-engorged prick as he palmed her stomach, his thumb edging beneath her tee shirt and his pinky dipping into her shorts. Claire’s arm was wrapped around my wife’s neck as the blond dude sandwiched her as well, one hand on Claire’s ass, the other intertwined with Marie’s.

  C.J. leaned in close to Brad. “What do you say we watch these guys fuck the shit out of them before we take them home?”

  Brad, overwhelmed, just chugged his beer.

  I needed a break… and also… I realized that Lena seemed to have disappeared. It was bad enough knowing that C.J. and Brad would be fucking my wife tonight. Worse was the likelihood that they’d only get around to it after two other dudes had gone first. Worst was the possibility that while all of that was going on, I’d be spending the night alone.

  Remembering that Lena’s lesbian experience had begun with an effort to make another man jealous, I wondered if she’d hooked up with another dude because Claire and Marie seemed to be stealing all the attention on the dance floor. Remembering all the nooks and crannies downstairs, I figured that’s where I’d most likely find her, perhaps in flagrante delicto, but as C.J. would surely remind me, sloppy seconds never hurt anyone.

  In the hour or so since I’d last peered into the lower level, the atmosphere had changed dramatically. Despite the air conditioning, it was steamy. The sofas were crowded, though it was less because of the sheer number of people than the fact that so many of the young, hot-bodies seemed draped over each other, intertwined, faces close in intimate conversation, eager, hungry, sex in the air.

  I tried to seek out Lena without intruding on anyone’s privacy, but it was hard. It was dark and as I searched for her, I couldn’t help but observe too much. A couple kissing passionately. A stiff, wet nipple being pinched beneath a loose blouse. A woman’s hand insistently stroking a cock through a pair of sheer slacks. A flash of white panties between casually spread thighs. So many sexy sights and sounds to feed my already overcharged brain.

  How long until Marie was down here with the dark-haired kid with the abs and the big package? How long until his fingers slipped inside her tight shorts, finding her clit, and nuking the last of her inhibitions. How long until my wife peeled off her bottoms and mounted a stranger’s cock, Brad and C.J. watching and waiting to drag her back to the house to fuck her come-filled snatch?

  I was sweating and I needed some air. Temporarily giving up on finding Lena, I scooted up the back stairs to the rooftop deck. I’d expected a crowd, but midweek they hadn’t opened the bar, and the brisk wind off the ocean made it a bit chilly and not so appealing. Still, fresh air was fresh air, and there were maybe a dozen people up there, huddled together in widely separated groups. I took some deep breaths, and then shivered as a particularly strong gust chilled my perspiration… and wait, was that a drop of rain?

  I was about to retreat downstairs when I spotted Lena by the railing, snuggling up to a couple of muscle-bound meatheads. I groaned. Just beneath me, my wife was probably getting fingerbanged on the dancefloor in preparation for a night of cocksitting and carpetmunching, while my girl looked about ready to tag team a couple of frat boys who spent too much time in the gym.

  “Fuck me,” I muttered.

  I shook my head and turned… but an instinct held me back. There was… something… about Lena that didn’t… seem right. I spun back around and took a step toward her and the two guys. It wasn’t so much that they were clustered together as much as she was, sort of, backed into a corner. I could see her hand on the railing, behind the taller of the two, looking almost like she was reaching out for a life preserver. And there was the way she was pulling down on her dress, to keep the wind from lifting it up.

  I stepped closer.

  “Hey, Lena,” I said.

  “Get lost,” snarled the guy on the left.

  He was the shorter of the two, but still had a few inches on me, and 15 fewer years. He was wearing a Delta Tau Delta tee shirt, at least one size too small, probably to show off his biceps. His buddy glanced back at me from beneath his Bud Light ball cap, though only for a moment since he seemed more concerned with keeping Lena from scooting away.

  “Um, Lena, you okay?”

  “She’s fine,” growled Bud Light.

  “Lena?” I asked again.

  She looked anxiously at the younger, bigger men. She gave me a small nod.

  “I’m fine,” she said softly, but her eyes shot imploringly toward the steps downstairs.

  It felt like she was trying to tell me to get a bouncer. Or maybe that was my own mind. I scanned the roof deck. In the time it had taken me to walk over, it had begun to spit, and between that and the wind, we were now alone. Getting some help was definitely the smart course of action… but then again, I couldn’t leave her up here alone with these two assholes.

  “Come on, Lena, let’s go,” I said, reaching out for her hand.

  It all happened so fast. Bud Light jabbed me hard in the chest with the base of his palm. I staggered backward, which meant I was moving away when his other fist caught my cheek. Lena, looking over my shoulder, went wide-eyed. I dropped my head just in time to avoid Delta Tau’s attempt to put me in a choke hold. Spinning, I lashed out, closed fisted, and caught him in the ribs. He gasped and lurched backward. Lena yelped and I instinctively threw my other arm up, grunting in pain as Bud Light shattered his long-neck beer against my forearm. I spun and threw my elbow toward his face. It connected with an oddly satisfying crunch. He rocked back on his heels and crumpled to the deck. Seeing him slide to the ground, glassy eyed, distracted me just long enough for DTD to latch onto me. His forearm slipped across my throat, he punched me hard in the back of the head, a bright light flashing in front of my eyes. I stomped my foot down, searching for his, but he was expecting it and avoided me. Still it put him off balance, and when I felt his weight shift, I squatted down and leaned forward, feeling his weight come onto my back, and then with an explosive jump, I thrust upward, and felt his body lift off the ground. I grabbed his forearm and helped him around, over my head, his grip coming off my neck, and then continuing the motion and with the now significant assistance of gravity, I slammed him down onto the floor.

  I was gasping. The rain was now falling in heavy drops. Lena was staring wide-eyed, hand over her mouth. My two assailants writhed in pain. Bud Light was gushing blood from his nose, and frat boy was clutching his ribs and groaning in pain.

  I took Lena by the hand. “We need to get out of here.”

  She just nodded as I dragged her through the now-soaking rain to the stairs. We didn’t stop to look for the others. By now I was beginning to think again, and I knew that at this point the best case scenario was that I’d get questioned by the cops and released, but the worst case was that I’d end up arrested for assault. And all of that assumed that neither our friends nor their buddies caught up to us in the meantime. I’d had the element of surprise. They didn’t expect a short, bald, dumpy guy to be able to handle himself. Heck, I wouldn’t have expected it of myself. But with that advantage gone, I doubted I could take them on again.

  Racing past the bar, we squeezed past a cluster of people at the door admiring the heavy downpour, and sprinted into the storm. I was still holding tight onto Lena as we crossed the parking lot toward Route 1. I scanned our surroundings and noticed a couple of taxis parked, waiting to pick up partiers and take them home. I rapped on the first one’s window. The driver jolted, but unlocked the door, and we slipped into the back.

  We must have made quite a sight, sopping wet and out of breath. Indeed, the driver was craned around to check us out… well, not us, but Lena, whose sheer babydoll had turned completely transparent and was clinging to her amazing braless tits. I cleared my throat. He chuckled and turned around.

  “Where to?” he asked.

  I gave him our address. He pulled out and began driving south toward Bethany.

  The cab

was air-conditioned and Lena was cold. She was shivering, and snuggled against me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and held her tight.

  “God, I’m so wet,” she said.

  “We’ll be home soon. Nice warm towels in the dryer waiting for us.”

  She giggled. “That’s not what I mean.”

  She took my hand and pulled it between her legs. Her dress was cold and wet, but her tiny panties were hot and soaked. I moaned.

  “You were amazing,” she gushed.

  “I didn’t… it just….”

  She put her finger to my lips. “Shhh.” Then she used her finger to trace my cheek. I winced. Bud Light had hit me harder than I realized. She went next to the bump on the back of my head. And finally to my forearm.

  “You’re bleeding,” she said as she tore off a strip of fabric from her dress. She wrapped it around my wound, like some sort of battlefield medic.

  I looked into her face, which was inches from mine. She was biting her lower lip, her cheeks flush. God, she was so sexy.

  “So here’s what I’m going to do, Hero,” she began. “First, I’m going to suck your cock. And then I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

  “Whoa, don’t make a mess back there,” the driver warned.

  “Don’t worry,” Lena cooed, “I always swallow every drop.”

  Eyes locked, she reached into my lap and undid my belt. Then the button on my shorts. Then the zipper. I lifted my ass off the seat and she eased down my shorts. I was rock hard. Her hands were damp from the rain but surprisingly warm. She stroked me firmly in a way that left no doubt she knew her way around a cock. Her blue eyes glimmered as she slowly dipped her face into my lap. And then… heaven.

  “Oh God,” I groaned as her hot, velvety mouth encircled my cock.

  She swallowed me easily, her hands cupping my balls, her tongue swirling around my prick. She was going nice and slow, and I realized she wanted to make it last. I melted back into the seat and luxuriated in the feel of her hot, wet mouth. She adjusted herself onto the seat, on her hands and knees, so that her heavy tits brushed against my thigh. I reached back and palmed her hard ass. She moaned with my cock in her mouth, a delicious thrumming sensation. Her g-string panties were so tiny that there was nothing between me and her gorgeous ass. I caressed her soft skin, feeling the firm muscle beneath, exploring her curves. She began to bob up and down on my prick, pausing at the top to lick, kiss, and suckle the head of my cock. I’d had my dick sucked plenty over the years, but never quite had this sensation of a woman really making love to my prick, so hungry and eager to taste me and enjoy me. Lena’s technique virtually screamed, “I love cock.”

  I slid my hand between her cheeks, easing my finger beneath the fabric of her thong. She moaned again, so delicious, encouragingly. I trailed my digit over her tight, little anus, and then farther down, until I felt her wet, shaved slit. Her pussy throbbed at my touch, almost begging me to explore deeper, and when I pressed my finger inside her, she moaned and shivered, her rock-hard nipples poking at my thighs.

  She sucked me harder, with more suction and her fist jerking my shaft on each stroke. I plunged a second finger into her sopping snatch. She growled lustily. My thumb pressed against her asshole. She swallowed me completely, her lips insistent as if she were trying to take my balls into her mouth as well.

  I was past the point of no return. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I wanted to warn her, but that was all I could get out.

  It didn’t matter. She read me perfectly. She let my cock slide from her mouth until just the head remained inside. Her tongue lashed my cockhead and her hand pumped my cock vigorously. I came hard, every muscle in my body seeming to contract simultaneously. Lena didn’t flinch. She guzzled my come like a seasoned pro, her fist slowing as she milked me for every last drop.

  “Sorry about that,” I said.

  She peered up at me and licked a drop of my come from her lip. “You don’t ever need to apologize for coming in my mouth.”

  The driver laughed. “She’s a keeper.”

  “You bet your ass,” she replied.

  I realized we were at the house.

  “I didn’t think you wanted to be interrupted,” the driver explained.

  “Good call,” I replied.

  “Say, we can wipe the fare if your friend is up to it.”

  I glanced at Lena. She had a saucy smile on her face, and I had the sense that she’d probably go along with it if I asked her to blow the cabbie. And for a moment, it seemed like a hot idea.

  I laughed. “Not a chance. She’s all mine tonight.”

  I paid him and we staggered into the house, disheveled; I hadn’t had time to re-button my pants and was holding them up with my hand. I was more sore than I’d realized. Lena didn’t give me a chance to reflect on that, however. As I closed the door behind us, she launched herself at me, arms wrapped around my neck, her legs around my waist. She kissed me. I’d just come in her mouth, but I didn’t care. She was so passionate that I just went along with it. I was cupping and kneading her ass cheeks, my pinkies sliding up between her thighs, feeling her sticky wetness.

  “Fuck me,” she growled.

  I was hard again. Or maybe I’d never quite lost my erection. My pants were hanging off my hips, and she was humping me. I felt her slick pussy against my belly. I lowered her slightly and thrust upward, and millions of years of evolution seemed to help my prick find its target. I slammed into her hot, tight, wet cunt. It was amazing. Her pussy a perfect, slippery sleeve. Still holding her ass, I bounced her up and down on my cock.

  “That’s… it…” she gasped, “fuck… me… just… like… that!”

  “God, you’re so hot,” I groaned.

  She laughed. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  She released her grip on my neck and leaned back, trusting me not to drop her. Luckily, she was such a slender, little spinner that I could easily manhandle her. With a flourish, she whipped off her dress, leaving her completely naked, impaled on my cock.

  “Where are your panties?”

  “I gave them to the taxi driver as a tip.”

  I slowly slid her pussy up and down on my shaft. She lifted up a plump breast and offered me her nipple. I sucked it hard until she hissed. She leaned forward and nuzzled my neck. She gave me a kiss, then a quick painful bite. I dropped her hard onto my erection. I liked the give and take. I liked how into it she seemed.

  “Would you have sucked him off if I’d asked you to?”

  “I’d do anything you asked,” she replied slinkily.

  I thought about that. There were so many things I’d fantasized about doing to her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart, forcing my cock deeper still into her tight slot.

  “Anything?”

  “Just about.”

  “And all because I beat up two guys?”

  She chuckled. “I’ve always wanted a man to fight over me.”

  Headlights flashed across us as a car drove past. As much fun as I was having bouncing Lena on my cock, I had a feeling things might go badly if Marie walked in on us.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” I said.

  She released my neck again and lifted her hands in the air. I admired her gorgeous bouncing orbs.

  “I can’t stop you from taking me anywhere.”

  It was awkward walking with her wrapped around me and with my shorts around my thighs. But I didn’t want to break the moment, and even more I didn’t want to stop fucking her. So we awkwardly stumbled up the stairs, Lena and I giggling at the absurdity of it.

  Once in the bedroom, I kicked the door shut behind us. Lena kissed me passionately as if to say, Now let’s get down to business.

  I walked her back up against the wall. I let my shorts drop down around my ankles and started pounding in her hard.

  “Ugh, God,” she grunted, “That’s it, Stud, fuck my tight, little pussy.”

  She kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth, her tongue wrestling with mine. As she broke the embrace, she reached out and bit my lip.

  “Ow, fuck,” I hissed, but it just made me want to fuck her harder.

  Palming her ass with one hand, I reached up and grabbed a handful of her blond hair. I yanked back and she cried out. I ducked in and bit her neck as well. She grabbed onto my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I wasn’t sure if we were fucking or fighting, or maybe it was a little of both. I was banging her as hard as I could. Pounding her into the wall, and she was loving every minute of it.

  “You like it rough,” I said.

  “It makes me hungry for come,” she teased.

  “Oh God,” I groaned.

  “Come in my mouth.”

  I released her and she dropped to her knees. She swallowed my slimy prick deep into her mouth just as I began to come again, and as before, she slurped down my jism without hesitation.

  “Oh God, that was amazing,” I gasped, stumbling backward onto the bed.

  She crawled over to me and snuggled up beside me, her heavy tits mashed into my ribs.

  “Was that how you imagined it?” she asked.

  “Imagined what?”

  “Fucking me. How long have you been fantasizing about pounding my tight, little pussy?”

  “I don’t --”

  She laughed.

  “You’re a terrible fucking liar. Impressive barroom brawler, but you can’t lie for shit. I’ve been peeling your eyeballs off my ass ever since I can remember.”

  “Lena --”

  “I’ve downed two loads of your come… and oh by the way, unless things have gone horribly wrong, by now, my sis, your wife, is spreading wide to take Brad’s huge cock. So why get coy now?”

  I groaned.

  “Come on, how did you imagine me? Was I in my cheerleader outfit?”

  It felt like a gallon of blood suddenly flowed into my cock.

  “Maybe,” I admitted.

  “And what? Was I like all smitten? Did you imagine me crushing on you? Or maybe you walked in on me playing with myself, rubbing my tiny, teen pussy raw, and you just had to teach me about the birds and the bees?”

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