Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  Of course, it was bound to happen here. Some guy was going to drill her at the club. Or, rather, some guys. I just hoped those guys were going to be decent ones, and not assholes.

  From the looks of it, Derek also took a liking to Tara.

  But a hook-up wasn’t going to happen in that moment. Derek had to leave our little party.

  He said, “It’s great to meet you two. I’ve got to be off, though. Got a job to finish. I’ll see you around.”

  “I hope so,” Tara replied.

  Tiffany and Kiefer smiled. They, too, had clued in on the attraction of the two. As Derek departed, Tara ogled his butt, then turned to me and smiled.

  “Nice guy,” my girlfriend said.

  I nodded, seeing understanding in her eyes. She knew I noticed her lust for Derek. And she noticed that I wasn’t scowling or visibly upset about it.

  “Seen Julie around yet?” she asked.

  Gotta love her. Tara hadn’t forgotten her wish to connect me with Julie Baird.

  I replied, “No. She’s not playing volleyball again, and she’s not lounging around the pool. At least not that I can see.”

  “I bet she’ll pop up.” She looked at my leftover salmon and salad. “Are you going to finish that?”

  I let her finish my lunch, as Kiefer ordered us some more food. Same kind of healthy stuff.

  While we chatted, I was tickled by our situation. This was the most bizarre double date I had ever been on. Tiffany, Kiefer, Tara, and I were buck naked. Eating lunch at a club where others were also buck naked. To top it off, some of those members were having sex in public. The spectacle of the place still blew me away. I still shook my head in disbelief at the things happening before me. Astounding, but they were actually happening.

  Tiffany told Tara more details about what the club had to offer, such as the gym and full spa. Tara was especially excited about the couples massage that you could get in the same room.

  During lunch, I kept scanning the pool area and beyond it for Julie. My hopes still burned for hooking up with that busty wonder.

  Finally, I spotted her! Yes!

  There she was. In the pool. On the opposite side from me. She was resting against the side of the pool. Her back against the side, her arms outstretched. Her boobs were underwater, unseen by my hungry eyes. Her wet hair went straight back. She was a vision of total hotness. Other women had prettier faces, but Julie’s cute face held its own. It was her body and cute face together that were astonishing in hotness.

  Memories blossomed: Julie at the Christmas party, riding cowgirl on a guy and sucking off another dude. A few guys were around her, masturbating and hoping for a turn.

  She was very popular there. Was she as popular here?

  No group of men surrounded her now. Guys had plenty of other ladies to choose from. Of course, they also did at the orgy of the Christmas party. But here at the club, there were a lot more sexy candidates for fun.

  I remembered, at the party, I had hugged Julie from behind and squeezed her wondrous melons. I still remembered how phenomenal they felt.

  Tara’s voice sounded in my brain: I want to see you smush your face on them. I want to see your cock between them. I want to see them jiggle as you fuck her.

  “You okay, honey?”

  I realized it was Tara speaking. Asking me a question.

  “Huh?” I asked, still lost in my thoughts.

  “You look stunned. What are you looking at?” Tara tried to follow my intent gaze to see what had snatched my attention.

  “It’s like you’ve seen a ghost, or some giant monster,” Tiffany said.

  “Julie.” It was all I could manage. She had taken the rest of my breath away.

  “Where?” my girlfriend asked.

  “In the pool,” Kiefer chimed in. “Facing us.”

  “Ah-ha,” replied Tara. “Speaking of giant monsters.”

  Truth was that Julie’s tits really weren’t giant monsters. You’ll find bigger tits out there. Julie’s tits were spectacular in their plumpness without being over-sized beach balls.

  I found my voice and asked my girlfriend, “Do you still believe those things you said back at that restaurant? Back in our weekend at the bungalow?”

  Tara frowned and tapped her finger on her lips. Gesturing that she was in thought. She said, “Now, let me see. What did I say?”

  As she paused, the rest of us around the table hanging onto the silence, waiting.

  Her eyebrows leapt dramatically. “Oh, I remember now! Wasn’t it something about seeing you fuck her tits? And seeing you fuck her so hard, that her big boobs flop around?”

  I felt weak. “Yeah.”

  Tara leaned closer to me and said, “I can’t wait to see it.” She sat back up. “And neither can you. Judging from that hard-on.”

  True, I was hard. Hard and quivering. My arrow wanted to shoot across the crowd of members and lounge chairs and into the pool, into Julie.

  I slid the chair back and stood up. I walked toward the pool, my erection pointing the way.

  I felt like I was in a dream—I had floated into the same dream-like state that had affected me at the holiday party orgy and during the Valentine’s threesome.

  What set it off? My guess was that my brain slowed down my perception as sexual stimuli increased. Maybe my brain wanted to absorb as much of the senses—the sights, sounds, aromas, and feelings—as possible. Maybe because all of that intensity was difficult to register, so it took a lot longer than usual to process.

  Whatever the reason, I was back in the fuzzy trance. And it didn’t shatter when I bonked into someone by accident.

  “Hey, watch it,” the person said. The person turned around. A slim Asian lady. Long black hair in a single braid. “Oh my. Nice cock.” Her slender fingers slid along my hard shaft. Soft and smooth. “Can I get this inside me?”

  Yikes. I’d never heard an invitation like that from a total stranger. “Another time.” My voice sounded hollow, like it was in a tunnel. “I need to see someone.”

  She nodded. “Don’t forget, okay? My God, it’s so hard.”

  Why didn’t I find out about this place years ago?!

  Julie noticed me heading toward her. I bet I walked like a zombie. When we made eye contact, she smiled and waved. She glanced to her right and left to make sure the coast was clear in the pool, and then she swam to the side closer to me.

  Julie pushed herself out of the pool.

  I almost fainted.

  This shot is classic. The beautiful babe in a bikini pushes herself out of the pool in an explosion of water and hotness. Her hair is slicked back. Her bikini-clad tits jiggle as she heaves herself up. Water sprays off of her. Water streams down her cleavage, down her tummy, down her thong bikini bottom.

  That’s what happened with Julie. Except she wasn’t wearing a bikini. Her melons bounced and jiggled as she pushed herself up, out of the pool. She put all those movie chicks and rock video chicks to shame. This was the epitome of a hot babe exiting a pool.

  Somehow, I kept walking and didn’t faint.

  We met and kissed. No words were spoken. It simply happened.

  “Kiefer said you wanted me,” Julie said after our kiss. “I’m all yours.”

  I drank in her luscious body and the words that had just come out of her mouth. She said she was all mine.

  My God.

  “And this is mine,” Julie added, as she grasped my cock. “Until Tara demands it back, of course.”

  I grabbed her tits and loved the feeling of their ripeness. Ah, perfection. The best rack I’ve ever had my hands on.

  Sorry, Tara, but it’s true. You had screamed louder when Kiefer’s cock was inside you than you had ever screamed with me. That was true, too.

  I kissed Julie’s mouth again before heading to her nipples. I licked them slowly, flicking my tongue against the little nubs and swirling my tongue around the areola. Slowly, so I could savor the morsels.
Faced with a gourmet meal, you don’t gobble it all up in seconds. You take your time. You relish it.

  I gently sucked on the hard nubs of her nipples. I squeezed the big melons. I stuck my nose in her cleavage, smushing the globes against my face. I was in titty heaven.

  “I love how much you love my boobs,” Julie said.

  “Mmm,” I said.

  “All those parties, those parties at Tiffany and Kiefer’s, you stared at them. Well, you tried hard not to stare.”

  Of course she noticed my stares. “Yeah, me and every guy there.”

  “But they’re not here. My girls are all yours now.”

  Music to my ears. Cushions to my hands. Lovely, bumpy circles of nipples to my lips.

  “I want to fuck these so bad,” I confessed. There. It was out there.

  She said, “Yeah? You wanna slide your big cock in here?” Her hand, angled sideways like a karate chop, slid up and down in her cleavage.

  “Oh yeah.”

  “You want me to lick your dickhead while you tit-fuck me?”

  My thighs trembled. “Oh yeah.”

  “You wanna come with your dick between my tits, so that your come spurts up and hits me in the face?”

  My knees wobbled. “Oh God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

  “I have only one condition,” Julie said.

  “Name it. Anything.” I meant it.

  Julie said, “That you fuck me after you’ve recovered. And not just a thank-you fuck, either. No way. I want you to pound the fuck out of me. Think you can handle that?”

  I gulped. “Fuck yeah, I can handle it.”

  She smiled as her fingertip tickled the underside of my dickhead. “Good. Now sit down before you faint.”

  Thankfully, some empty lounge chairs were nearby. Wide ones. Plenty of space for fucking.

  When I sat on the edge of the lounge, I felt safer than standing. The security of the chair was there to catch me in case I fainted. Much better than falling on the tiled ground.

  Julie snagged a thick white cushion from somewhere and knelt on it in front of me.

  “First, lubrication,” she said and wrapped her sparkling pink lips around my boner.

  I gasped as, inch by inch, my erection disappeared in her mouth. She was, what, the third lady to blow me in one day? Before the orgy, I had never had more than one woman blow me in a day—and I had considered myself lucky when that happened. So the days of the orgy and Strathmore easily broke my record.

  Julie held my sausage motionless as Wanda had earlier. Or was it Ashley? I couldn’t remember which, but one of those two lovelies had held most of my cock in her mouth and kept still. Same thing with Julie. After a minute or two, she slowly backed up and let me go.

  “You should see your face,” she said. “It’s like you just won the lottery.”

  “I did. Jackpot, baby.”

  “Mmm, I like that. Let’s get to it, then. Don’t want you to wait any longer.” Julie gripped her jugs, spread them apart, nestled my dick between them, and pushed them together.

  Sweet titty heaven. Thankfully, I didn’t faint. If I had, I would’ve missed out on something beautiful. Tremendously beautiful. That’s how it felt. So fucking beautiful.

  Her hands pushed her tits together, so I stayed snugly in there. Her fingers were criss-crossed, laced together to form a bond. Her fingernails were pale pink. Her hands rose and fell, pumping her tits against my cock. Beautifully, I slid between the soft pressure of her mounds.

  I could barely believe my eyes or the sensation. Some of that might’ve been due to the dreamy state I was in. Everything else around us seemed muffled. Sights blurred. Sounds muted. All that really mattered was my dick between Julie’s melons and her cute, eager face above them.

  She took breaks to lick my cock for more lubrication. She dripped saliva from her mouth to the head of my dick, where it slid around my delighted shaft.

  Even though I could barely believe it, I most definitely enjoyed it. My dick was a very happy camper in the valley of cleavage. I gripped the edge of the lounge chair and soaked it all in.

  Eventually, I wanted to do the pumping. I wanted to take action. Don’t get me wrong—it was insanely wonderful to get titty-fucked by Julie. But an itch grew to take action, rather than simply sit there.

  “Let’s switch,” I suggested. “How about you lie down?” I patted the chaise lounge. As if she needed the clue.

  “You got it.”

  She stood and stretched. Reached for the sky. Her tits hung, glorious and loving the attention. Surely, members around us were staring at her in appreciation. How could they not?

  As I stood up, Julie lay on her back, with her head resting at the foot of the lounge chair. Her hands were full of her boobs.

  “Come and get them, Stevie baby,” she said.

  I did. First, I gave them some good sucks and squeezes. Then I straddled her chest and touched the tip of my cock on her lips. She accepted me, opened her mouth, so that I eased my shaft into it. She wrapped those sparkling pink lips around my member again. Lapped her tongue against the underside. Intense licks sent shocks through me.

  When my dick was nice and wet, I backed up and pushed it between her globes. My turn to hold them shut. My turn to pump these beauties. Fuck, it was fun. It was fun to watch my cock disappear as I pushed her boobs together. Fun to see my dickhead appear above her tits, as my hips shoved forward. As I pulled back, my dick’s crown disappeared again behind the line of cleavage created by her boobs’ cushy wall. And it was fun to see the two nipples like eyes looking up at me. Big, wide open eyes taking me in.

  A spectacular ride!

  On top of all that, it was also fun to watch Julie’s face while I fucked her tits. This woman knew full well that she had great boobs. And she enjoyed men loving them.

  Julie tilted her head forward, so that my dickhead touched her lips each time I pushed forward. Her tongue lapped at my mushroom cap when it was in reach. Titty-fucking and a mini blowjob. Oh my God, yes!

  “Jesus Christ, those are some great tits.”

  Huh? A voice broke my dreamy trance of tit humping.

  Julie and I both turned toward the origin of the voice.

  Tara. My girlfriend. Who had also noticed me staring at Julie’s tits at all those parties. Who had told me she wanted to see me fuck Julie’s tits. Back before our visit to the Strathmore Club. Back when we still wore clothes. Back when I merely dreamt of fucking these jugs.

  “Seriously,” Tara said. “Those are great tits.”

  “Um, thanks,” Julie replied. She didn’t seem upset by the interruption.

  Tara knelt down next to us. Got a closer look of her boyfriend straddling Julie with his dick between her boobs.

  “Mind if I feel them?” Tara asked.

  Julie grinned. Here was yet another admirer of her rack. She said, “Go right ahead.”

  Tara placed her hands on top of mine. My hands were reluctant to let go of Julie’s tits, but they did. Tara rolled the boobs in circles, pressing them against my dick. She squeezed them. It was wild to watch my girlfriend getting off on big knockers. Of course, she had fun with Trisha’s tits earlier, but now I had a front-row seat.

  Tara bent and licked a nipple. Flicked the nub with the tip of her tongue. Suckled the nipple. She worshiped these plump beauties the same way I had done.

  But then Tara looked up at me and said, “Why’d you stop? C’mon, fuck these tits.”

  Glad to. My girlfriend held Julie’s jugs together as I resumed pushing, sliding my cock between them. The cycle returned: my dickhead peeking out above them, then disappearing.

  Tara and I watched it all, an enraptured audience in the front row.

  “Goddamn, that’s hot,” Tara said. “Makes me wish I had a dick.”

  I laughed—but merely for a moment because Tara lowered and licked my dickhead. That stopped my laugh in its tracks. Suddenly, there she was, sucking on my cock as it appear
ed above the cleavage. Most of my shaft was still between Julie’s tits, but my dick’s cap and wrinkly corona ring were in Tara’s mouth. She let me go, so that I could pull back.

  Over and over, I slid between Julie’s tits and into my girlfriend’s mouth. I’d never imagined this. Titty-fucking one hot woman and mouth-fucking another? This was beyond any of my fantasies.

  After many thrusts, I pulled up, slipping from the bonds of boobs. Tara was right there, clamping her lips on my shaft. I held onto her head and fucked her mouth. Fucking glorious.

  Back and forth, I went from one station to the other. From pumping Julie’s tits to fucking Tara’s mouth. Again and again.

  That All-Day Woody shake must’ve taken hold of me. Thank you, miracle fruit smoothie! Thank you, miracle herbs!

  Turned out that my lungs didn’t have the stamina that my erection had. I was breathing hard and sweating like mad. Sweat beaded on my forehead and lower back.

  “Let’s switch,” I said.

  “Sit back, honey,” Tara said. “You need a rest.”

  “Yeah,” I grunted and shimmied backward, sliding across on Julie’s body. My ass rubbed on her trim pubic hair.

  I sat back, so that I rested against the slanted upper part of the lounge chair. Julie lay before me, her pussy in easy reach. Her legs were bent to the sides, so that her feet were flat on the ground. I touched her pussy, found it warm and gooey. Insanely wet. My thumb slipped between the silky folds. She purred in reply. My other thumb found her clitoris. She gasped.

  Tara saw what I was doing, and she took care of Julie’s top. Again, Tara’s lips clamped on Julie’s nipples and sucked. Again, Julie gasped. We gave her the royal treatment of loving above and below.

  Surprisingly, Julie didn’t last long before she cried out in an orgasm. A nice, big, loud one. I guess she was so turned on by the tit-fucking. Her cries were great to hear—and her face was great to see while she came. She had given me so much pleasure, and now I felt great in returning it.

  Julie gazed up at me and said, “Slide me to you.”

  I held her hips and pulled her toward me. Now, my semi-soft dick lay on her pubic hair. The touch made my dick start to harden more. It could smell pussy and wanted to be inside of it.