Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  “I don’t know, I just feel better with them closed. Someone might complain about the noises.”

  Instead of waiting for her response, I rushed to the living room and shut the sliding glass doors tight and clicked them locked.

  Returning to the bedroom, the sight halted me—like I had halted Tara’s moans (which had restarted). My girlfriend’s hot little ass was on another guy’s face. His chin was right under her butt crack. Her ass rolled, gyrated on his face.

  It was fascinating.

  A memory flashed in my mind: My girlfriend’s hot little ass bouncing on the Latin Lover’s lap at the orgy. Her butt crack had lined up with the seam in his nuts. Her vagina rose and fell on his cock, making it alternately appear and disappear. Taking another man inside her.

  I shook my head to clear away the vision. A mission was calling. I returned to my spot on the bed beside them, and again I showed her tits my love for them.

  “Oh God,” Tara groaned as I suckled a nipple. “Oh, right there, right fucking there. Don’t you dare fucking stop, either of you, don’t stop. Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

  Her body froze for a split second, and then she quaked as sounds burst from her mouth. No longer words, as they had been left on the wayside. Now, there were simply sounds coming out of her.

  And she was loud. I was glad I had shut the glass doors. Before, when I had licked her to orgasm in the pool, she had been controlled. Not this time. She was so caught up in the ecstasy, that worrying about the neighbors be damned.

  She bucked and cried out for what seemed like a long time. Then, finally, she gradually settled down.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed.

  I shifted back a little bit and appreciated this goddess of sex after her orgasm. The nipples on her perky tits still looked hard. Beads of sweat decorated her forehead and collarbone. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink. This was the gorgeous image of bliss.

  “Kiefer,” she said, “I have a request.”

  Muffled sounds of speech.

  Tara burst out laughing. She leaned to the side, then collapsed on the bed as she hugged her stomach.

  Between laughs, she managed to get out: “Sorry. Forgot. You were down there.”

  We couldn’t help but chuckle with her.

  Kiefer lifted up, with his hand supporting his head in a centerfold model pose. “Not to worry. I could breathe quite well. Your request, my dear?”

  Her laughter simmering down, she lifted her forefinger in the wait a second gesture. We waited a few seconds, then a broadly grinning Tara sat up on her butt and cleared her throat.

  “Whew,” she said. “Sorry ’bout that. Wow. That hit me out of no-where.”

  “Glad I could inspire,” Kiefer said, clearly pleased with himself.

  “Okay. My request is for more of that cock. How ’bout it?”

  Kiefer was even more pleased. “I’d love to. Your wish is my command, my dear.”

  She got up on all fours. The lady had doggy-style on her mind. She looked at Kiefer, who bounded off the bed and knelt behind her.

  “Um,” Kiefer said to me, “could you move over, just a little? Not much room on the bed back here.”

  “Sure thing.” I slid over, so that I sat on the side of Tara.

  This gave me an angle to appreciate my girlfriend in this position, as she crawled forward on the bed. The slight arch to her back as it led down to the delicious curve of her ass. Her smooth, taut thighs parted slightly. Her boobs hung down. Her long, soft brunette hair cascaded off her shoulders. Her pretty face looked over at me. A warm smile on her glossy pink lips.

  Those lips formed a glossy pink “O”—along with her eyes growing into large “Os.”

  Kiefer was pushing inside of her.

  My position next to them also allowed me to clearly see Kiefer behind her, with his hard summer sausage vanishing into my girlfriend. Her request was granted.

  I went back to watching Tara’s face. Her expression shifted from big “Os” when Kiefer’s dick had surprised her, to more relaxed as she adjusted to the sensation of him. Her relaxation grew the more he slid in her. I could tell that she adjusted to him quicker this time. She glowed with the feeling. She was filled up in a way I could have never done.

  Kiefer moved leisurely, gliding his thick cock in her with no rush to get to the finish line. Tara groaned with each of his gentle pushes.

  I gently cupped my own balls, fondling them, as I watched the fucking before me. I alternated watching her face and seeing most of Kiefer’s cock pull out, then move forward and disappear into Tara.

  Yeah, I was actually turned on. Like when Tara had quizzed me about being turned on when Kiefer watched. But I was also aroused while I watched. Pretty fucking amazing. I was happy to see Tara getting this pleasure. Sure, she loved fucking me. But she was getting more dick than I could’ve given her by myself.

  This was the flip side of what Tara and Claire had given me on Valentine’s night. The two of them had done what my girlfriend alone could not. Two bodies intertwined with me. Two hotties sucking my cock together.

  This, it got through my thick skull, was a benefit of a threesome. Offering your partner more pleasure than you can do by yourself.

  I was hypnotized seeing Tara. How her body slightly angled forward with each of Kiefer’s gentle thrusts How she angled back when he pulled back, readying for the next push. How her tits swayed a little.

  The term “pendulous breasts” made me think of long, saggy boobs—but Tara’s firm boobs weren’t saggy at all. They moved like pendulums, in soft little sways. And they were hypnotizing.

  In return, Tara watched me back, taking in my reaction to her being fucked. My hands massaging my balls, my eyes studying the length of her body.

  “Scoot up,” she said to me. “I wanna suck your cock.”

  “As you wish, my dear,” I replied.

  Kiefer gave a small laugh at me mimicking his earlier reply.

  I slid up, so that I was in front of Tara. I sat with my back against the headboard. My legs were spread wide—as Tara’s had been, when I first walked into the bedroom. Immediately before me was Tara’s face. Below that, her brown hair flowed down, covering my view of her swaying tits. Above Tara’s head were the mounds of her ass.

  Each mound was gripped by Kiefer. Rising above those white mounds was his tanned, exercise-hardened torso, to his muscular arms and his face. We made eye contact for a moment, then he looked down.

  This was an odd angle for me. Tara and Kiefer faced me in their fucking train. It also brought me closer to Tara’s face, with her expression of pleasure.

  She tucked the hair in front of her face to behind her ears, and then she took me into her mouth. Ah, that sweetness again. She was certainly getting her taste of dick today. With her mouth and pussy, she had many inches of cock inside her. And I’m sure all this cock thrilled her.

  Earlier, on the patio, Tara had needed to pull off coordinated moves to please both of us guys, when she had tried riding cowgirl on Kiefer and blowing me simultaneously.

  But that wasn’t the case now. Because now, she let Kiefer do the work behind her, and she just had to focus on blowing me. Which she did wonderfully. She looked much more comfortable. I figured the first time she had two cocks in her, she was adjusting to the newness of it. After being introduced to the feeling, she now seemed more relaxed.

  This hypnotized me, just as I had been when I sat to their side. Tara’s lips sliding on my shaft. Her bobbing head. Her hair swishing a little. Kiefer, bringing up the rear, with his abs tensing and releasing as he pivoted forward and back, plunging into my girlfriend’s pussy. The pap-pap-papping of his groin gently smacking Tara’s butt cheeks. I leaned back against the headboard, floating in the feeling, sights, and sounds.

  Her head sped up. Faster lips on my happy cock.

  Then her head whipped up. My cock no longer in her luxurious warmth.

  T
ara’s eyes bored into mine. Her face was flushed. Deeper pink. Sweat on her forehead.

  Her eyes snapped shut.

  Her mouth was wide open as she burst out: “Fuck! Oh God! Fuck!”

  I leaned to the side and saw one of Kiefer’s arms wrapped around her hip. I had not even noticed his hand descend from the mound of her ass to underneath her. Sly dog. He was giving a nice gift to Tara. Some clitoral play to go with the pussy pumping.

  “Fuck yeah!” Tara cried out. “Fuck yeah!”

  Her arms—which had been straight supports to keep her torso up—quivered. But they didn’t collapse.

  “Fuck me! Yes!”

  Kiefer’s arm shook against her hip, and I imagined his fingers moving quickly on her clit.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!”

  She threw her head back. All that lovely hair trembled. She was lost in the clouds.

  Tara unleashed even more: “Yes!Yes!Yes! Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuuuuck!”

  Grunts and groans as her head whipped side to side.

  Holy shit, man. No front-row seat has ever been this close to the action. At least, no seat that I had been on.

  Her eyes popped open. Intense fires raged inside them.

  “Fuck!” she yelled so loudly, it startled me. “Fuck! Fuck! FuUUck!”

  She looked back at Kiefer and spit out, “C’mon, give me that cock! Give me that big, fucking cock!”

  Ms. Nice Doggy was gone. A fierce tiger had taken over.

  “Oh, yeah?” Kiefer asked. “You want it?”

  Her neck was still craned, so she could look back at him. “Yes! Yes! I want it! Give it to me!”

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” he said.

  His hand that had been on her pussy slid back up to grip her ass cheek. His pumping picked up speed.

  “Yes!” she yelled. “Yes! Give it to me! Give me that huge cock!”

  She pushed back against Kiefer.

  “Yeah?” he taunted. “Yeah? You want more of this?”

  “Yes! Fuck yes! Give it to me! Give me more! More! More of that huge, fucking cock!”

  She pushed back harder, jamming her body against his.

  “Goddamn, you’re so fucking big!” she yelled. “Fuck me! Fuck me with that beast! Oh, God, YES!”

  I blushed. I wished she had said those things to me before. Yeah, she had yelled at me to fuck her and give it to her. But she had never called my dick huge or that beast.

  Her head turned, so that I could see her face again.

  The look on her face blew me away. Oh, my God.

  Eyes like dinner plates. Jaw hanging down. Pink lips in a large “O.” Hot pink cheeks. Furrowed forehead. It was like she was worried and pained and stunned and feeling the hottest, brightest, most pleasurable sensation possible. All at the same time.

  “Fuck me!” she cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me with that monster cock!”

  Her breath was hot on my chest.

  Kiefer grunted, heaving into her as she hauled back at him.

  The pap-pap-papping of their skin on skin had turned into deeper smacks. Not machine-gun rapid, but a steady beat.

  The bed shook. The headboard thudded against the wall.

  Her hair danced to its own wild rhythm. As it flew about, I could see glimpses of her tits shaking, too.

  “Give it to me!” she yelled. “Fuck me harder! Harder!”

  “Oh, yeah?” he taunted. “Yeah?”

  Thudding skin against skin. Bed shaking harder.

  “YES! YES! YES! YOU ARE FUCKING HUGE! FUCK ME WITH THAT FUCKING BEAST!”

  Kiefer grunted and heaved.

  “YES! GIVE IT TO ME! YES!”

  Her cheeks blazed even redder. Her hot breath on me like a dragon.

  “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! GODDAMNIT GIVE ME YOUR MONSTER COCK! FUCK MEEE!”

  The headboard slammed against the wall.

  Tara’s eyes narrowed into slits. Tiger eyes glared at me. I had returned to her awareness. Her head dropped, and my cock plunged into the hot tub of her mouth. The wet heat slid rapidly on my shaft. Her head whipped up and down. Her light brown hair spilled over and covered my groin, and it shook in this frenzied ride.

  Her body kept slapping backward, while her head pistoned up and down. Better coordination this time than in the patio fuck.

  I had to admit, that I was grateful not only for the blowjob, but by having my dick in her mouth, Tara wasn’t able to shout more about Kiefer’s beast of a cock.

  Tara was a beast, too. Grunting, rocking wildly back and forth, stuffing herself with cock.

  I grabbed both sides of her head. I halted its frenzy. I thrusted into her mouth, fucking it again, as the excitement gripped me hard and yanked me into participating in this crazy ride, instead of simply sitting there.

  “Mm-hmm!” she hummed, accepting me. “Mmm!”

  I heaved up my loins to pump my dick into her hot mouth.

  “Mmm!”

  Not as dramatic as her screaming out for more of Kiefer’s cock, but I welcomed the change of pace.

  The non-speaking pace was furious. I fucked her mouth and Kiefer fucked her pussy and Tara fucked back against him. Grunts from all of us. Their skin smacked and thudded. My mouth fucking gave a squelching sound. The headboard banged the wall.

  Fucking delirious. The world had gone crazy.

  I bellowed with I came—an animal sound that had launched out of my mouth.

  Bliss exploded in me. My body froze. Tara’s lips clamped around my cock. My come pounded into her mouth. The bliss rocked through my entire body, leaving me awe-struck. As I stared at the waterfall of brown hair on my lap, I remembered the lustrous red hair on my lap when I had pounded come into Claire’s mouth.

  After what seemed like forever but somehow not long enough, the pulses of pleasure slowed down, until my come merely eked out. Tara raised her head, releasing me, and she keep looking up—as if she was checking out the top of the wall behind me. Her hand wiped her damp hair out of her face.

  She looked exhausted. Wild eyed, slack jawed.

  No come dripped from her coral pink lips. No rushing toward the bathroom sink to spit out my cream. She had swallowed.

  This was, most certainly, a special time.

  And not just for me.

  “FUCK!” Her voice was different than before—the energy and ferocity had been drained away. She was still loud, though. “FUUUCK!”

  My goddess of sex was crying out to the heavens.

  That was the extent of her energy. Her head and shoulders dropped down, flopped onto the bed. Just the top part of her body collapsed, since her ass was still stuck up in the air.

  And the way Kiefer clutched her butt cheeks, he wasn’t about to let her bottom half drop. He pounded at her in a savage fuck, the sound of slapping skin now rapid fire.

  Tara let out an exhale every time Kiefer drove into her. Her head was right in front of my groin, so that her hair tickled my nuts. My softening cock lowered, clear juice oozing from the tip, and rested on the silky cushion of her hair.

  I thought my girlfriend’s hair looked lovely like that, all spread out. Her back looked lovely, too, how it rose up in a ramp toward her lovely butt, and her skin shifted from tan to white at her bikini line.

  Kiefer’s grunts grew louder. Suddenly, he backed up. I saw his dick appear over Tara’s butt. He jerked himself, his fist a blur of motion. Then he, too, came. Spurts of his come jumped up and plapped onto Tara’s back. The furthest shot reached her shoulders—thank goodness his load didn’t have enough distance to reach all the way to me. His come looked like a chain of islands. Not exactly the Florida Keys, but somewhere else.

  Panting, we were like runners after finishing a race. I was the least out of breath, then Tara, then Kiefer. Which, of course, made sense because of the amount of work we had done.

  “Here, let me clean that up,” Kiefer said and left for the bathroom.

  “Uh-huh,” came Tara’s reply under t
hat mass of hair.

  I swiveled my leg over her and got out of bed. I needed a drink. Out in the living room, I remembered us sipping champagne earlier. The scene popped in my brain. Just us three naked pals laughing and drinking and having a good, ole’ time.

  Champagne wasn’t going to cut it. I needed something stronger.

  The mini bar. Little bottles of booze nearly danced for me, they were so excited that I found them. I grabbed two bourbons and headed for the patio. I threw the first one back immediately, and then plunked down on a chair at the shaded patio table.

  The site of our earlier mirth. How we had giggled. That was before my girlfriend screamed out for the beast. The monster cock. Her shouts replayed in my memory. That look in her face as she was getting nailed seemed to float before me.

  I sipped on the second bourbon and glared at the ocean.

  This tore at me harder than at the orgy, when I had seen Tara first receive Kiefer’s dick. This time had been more intense. It was longer. I was closer to the action. I had stared into the eyes of Tara’s white-hot lust for Kiefer’s huge cock. I heard her cry out for it to fuck her harder. This was much more intimate than at the orgy.

  “Are you okay?”

  Tara stood at the sliding glass doors. Naked, hopefully with a clean back. Hopefully free of Kiefer’s come.

  “You looked pissed,” she said. “Talk to me.”

  “You didn’t have to yell so loud,” I said and downed the rest of the bourbon.

  She hefted a sigh and looked at me for a few seconds, and then she said, “Be right back.”

  When she returned, she closed the sliding glass doors behind her. She sat at the table and put two more little liquor bottles before me. A spiced rum and a dark rum.

  “Thanks,” I muttered, opened the dark rum, and took a sip.

  She said, “I got carried away.” She leaned toward me and put her hand on my thigh. “It was wild in there. All that crazy excitement. And you know something? It felt really, really good.”

  I smirked.

  “Sorry if that hurts you,” she said, “but it’s all true. What did you think was going to happen when you invited Kiefer to join us? That things were going to be all sweet and nice?”

  “No. I figured you’d have a good time.”