Tara & Steve: A Tale of Swingers

by August MacGregor

  After she’s done, I stand up and take off my white button-down shirt. Savannah still lays on the bed, utterly relaxed, gazing up at my hard-on.

  “Gimme that thing, sugah,” she says.

  First, I check on Luke. He’s engrossed in eating my wife’s pussy, and her encouragements to keep licking, and her telling him how good he’s making her feel.

  Then I oblige Savannah’s want. Gentleman that I am, I can’t let a sweet Southern belle down. I dive my cock between her legs, between her pussy lips that I just bathed with my tongue. She gasps as I slide inside of her. She spreads her thighs more, and I can push deeper into her.

  A few feet away, Luke is no longer licking Tara. He’s watching me slowly fuck his girlfriend. Tara isn’t enough of a distraction for him to notice what else is happening on the bed. Especially when that something else is another man’s cock pushing into his girlfriend.

  “Stand up, Luke,” Tara says. When he doesn’t reply, she repeats herself: “Stand up, Luke. I want to suck your dick.”

  That gets his attention. Standing, he’s at the perfect height for Tara—who’s now sitting up—to give him a blowjob.

  I keep slowly moving inside Savannah, figuring that if Luke gets pissed off, I’ll deal with it. Also, I’m guessing he won’t get really angry, since his dick is in my wife’s mouth. That’ll soothe a man’s temper.

  His dick doesn’t stay there for long. Tara nudges him back, tells him to lie down. He flashes off his shirt, flexing his biceps. Then he scrambles on the bed, next to Savannah. She smiles at him, her body being jostled by my gentle thrusts, her tits wobbling a little.

  Tara lowers on top of Luke, plunging his cock into her.

  And so, the Georgia couple gets fucked. Laying down and not having to move a muscle.

  “Oh yeah,” Tara moans. “Luke, tell me when you’re about to come. That’s our rule. No coming inside me, okay?” Luke nods vigorously, says that’s no problem. Tara says, “Good. You can come on me. Okay?” More vigorous nodding. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you off, you can spurt your come on me. But not yet, baby. ’Cause I need this big, beautiful cock in me for a good, long time. Oh God, yes I do. I so need it.”

  Luke beams—probably both at Tara’s compliment to his cock, and to her invitation to shoot his come on her when it gets to that point.

  She grinds hard on Luke’s lap, then bounces on him. From my angle, I can see my wife’s hot ass rise and fall. I can see Tara’s pussy lips descend on Luke’s thick cock, making it disappear. Then her pussy rises up, bringing his cock back into view.

  I turn my attention back to Savannah. Her gorgeous tits are jumping and jiggling from my more vigorous fucking. I grab two plump handholds of those beauties as I keep drilling her.

  “Don’t worry,” I tell my Georgia Peach. “I’ll pull out. I can come away from you.”

  “No,” she replies. “No … come on me … sugah … come on me … like she said.”

  Good to get that out of the way, because my climax approaches soon after. I pull out of her pussy and jerk my dick. Luke’s eyes jump from Tara to me. I’m careful not to aim high, where I might be in danger of hitting her face with my cream. I have an audience of three as my come spurts onto Savannah’s tummy. Will her boyfriend get pissed about it?

  Nope, he doesn’t. Very soon, he grunts, “I’m close.”

  Tara leaps off him and crouches down and grabs his cock and positions her tits above his dickhead. She jerks him quickly. His eyes widen. His grunts speed up, and his spurts of come launch up, hitting Tara’s boobs.

  “Gawd, that’s hot,” Savannah says.

  Luke can only reply by panting.

  As Tara cleans up in the bathroom, I retrieve a moist warm washcloth—so I can rub my come off Savannah’s tummy.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” Savannah asks her beau. “That was weird seeing her go cowgirl on top of you. And it was weird seeing the back of her head, when I know she was sucking you off. But it was kinda hot, too.”

  “Yeah, it was really hot,” Luke replies, then turns to my wife. “Fuck, Tara, that felt amazing. It was awesome you let me come on your tits.”

  “Glad to.” Tara grins. “It’s good fun. But you won’t get to do it on my face. Only my hubbie gets to come on my face.”

  “Lucky man,” Luke replies.

  The muscle dude pours drinks for everyone. Rum and Cokes all around. The Georgians pick up where they left off at the restaurant. They toss the liquor back. And it makes me disappointed. These two are cheerful and fun, but they’re getting sloppier from the booze.

  They fire lots of questions at Tara and me about swinging. We share some of our experiences, but we never say anyone’s names. We don’t mention the Strathmore Club, wanting it to stay a secret from non-members. Savannah and Luke are a rapt audience, all while sucking down their rum drinks.

  At some point, Luke turns to Tara, saying, “Hey, you know something? I just realized that I owe you. This guy”—he jabs a thumb toward me—“got Savannah off. But I didn’t give you an orgasm.”

  She shrugs. “That’s okay. Who’s counting?”

  “No, no. I owe you one. C’mon, lie back.”

  Her lips stretch into a wide smile. “Well, if you insist.”

  She stretches out on the bed. My lean beauty, with her long legs, firm tummy, and perky tits. She’s a vision of sexiness, and it’s obvious that she loves diving deep into the pool of sex. Luke pounces on her. Kisses her. Caresses her. Works his way down, then buries his face against her pussy.

  Savannah’s riveted to all the action. She had seen her boyfriend eat out Tara earlier, but this time, she doesn’t have the distraction of me licking her pussy. All of her attention is now on Luke with another woman.

  I turn to Savannah and say, “I’d love to fuck your tits.” Now it’s out there. I don’t try to sugar coat it. Or sugah coat it.

  She gives me a huge grin. “Sounds fun. But first, I need to see something.” She kneels in front of me. “I need to see how this feels.”

  Her fingers slide along my hardening cock and feel underneath it, discovering my balls. She holds them, tenderly rolls them along her fingers. Then she reaches back more, to the “taint”—that stretch of skin between my nuts and asshole. Her fingertips tickle there.

  “My, my, sugah,” she coos. “I love how smooth you are. Lemme see the back.”

  I turn around for her, and then I feel her hands on my butt cheeks. Exploring them, how smooth and hairless they are. Then there’s something else. I look over my shoulder and see that she’s rubbing her face on my butt. Cheek to cheek. Her fingertips walk under my butt crack, back to my balls. Her other hand snakes around me and holds my cock. It feels great, her playing with my nuts and stroking my now erect dick.

  On the bed, Tara is raised up on her elbows, and she spurs on Luke: “Lick that pussy, baby, yeah, lick it real good. Eat my cunt, baby, eat it all up.”

  Savannah’s busy hands release me and guide me to the bed, where I sit down. “This is gonna taste good,” she says before diving below to lap at my nuts.

  Her tongue feels spectacular. Slurping my nuts and taint and up my shaft. It follows in her fingers’ footsteps to explore everywhere down there, finding out how my hairless skin tastes. She’s an eager explorer, enthusiastically licking.

  Eventually, she comes up for air. “Ooo, that’s good. Hey sweetheart,” she calls over to her boyfriend. “You have got to shave. It’s yummy when there’s no hair down there.” Luke doesn’t reply. Maybe he can’t hear over Tara’s groans and dirty talk. Savannah turns back to me and says, “And now, it’s time for this, big fella.”

  Her lips open wide and position above my cock. More and more of me vanishes into her mouth. All the way down—until I’m deep in her throat. She stares up at my eyes. Several heartbeats later, she releases me with an “Ahh!”

  And then the bobbing begins.

  Women have different techniques giving head. Th
e Strathmore Club showed me how women can vary in their oral approaches. Some like to mix up different tricks, dancing their tongue tip everywhere. Some pay lots of attention to your balls. Some always use their hands with their mouths.

  Some women, though, use just one signature move, and that’s it. Savannah’s in that camp. Her signature move is head bobbing. Her blonde locks jiggle as her head bobs, her lips gliding along the top half of my boner. I snake a hand down and grab a hefty tit.

  Tara has spoiled me. She throws in lots of different techniques. Could be due to the feedback I’ve given her throughout our relationship. Both of us have compared notes about what we’ve liked from our experiences with other lovers. We’ve learned from our swinging, and we’ve included moves that we’ve learned from others.

  Part of me desires variety as Savannah’s head bobs. But I tell that part to shut up. Dude, you’re getting blown by a busty hottie. Enjoy it. And enjoy that plump tit in your hand.

  Savannah stops as Tara moans in an orgasm. No more dirty talk over there, just moans coming through gritted teeth. Savannah releases my dick to watch her.

  “Great job, sugah,” Savannah says to her boyfriend.

  “Yeah,” he says, standing and wiping his mouth on his forearm. “Now I’m gonna tap this ass.” His face means business.

  “Hold up, sugah. Gimme that dick first.”

  Suddenly, he’s standing next to her with his dick buried in her mouth. With a coordination that surprises me, Savannah pushes my cock between her tits. I respond by moving my hips. Luke responds by moving his hips, too.

  The Georgia babe gets her boobs and mouth fucked at the same time. It’s one of those many moments as a swinger that I’ve watched in awe. A moment only brought by having multiple partners. I’ve tried to burn those sights into my memory.

  Sometimes, I’ve replayed those awe-struck memories in my brain and wondered in disbelief: Did those really happen to me? They seemed far-fetched, fantastical. And yet, they had actually happened.

  Soon, Savannah backs up, so that Luke’s cock plops out of her mouth and mine flops down from the snug grip of her jugs.

  She says to Luke, “Go get her, sugah.”

  He nods and climbs on top of Tara, who welcomes him and gasps as he enters her.

  Savannah leaps on my lap, as I’m still sitting on the bed. Just like that, I’m in her pussy again. With her hands on my shoulders, she’s off like a shot, bouncing wildly, her tits flopping like mad.

  “Yes!” she cries out. “Yes! Oh God! Yes!”

  “Shh,” I get after her. “We’re in a hotel, remember?”

  “Oh yeah. Yeah, that’s right. Sorry.”

  I grab her melons, and my lips latch onto a nipple. Her ass slams on my thighs—slap, slap, slap—as she bucks like she’s riding a bronco.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, sugah, fuck me!”

  Why so loud? I tell myself to stop worrying. After all, she loves the pleasure—what’s wrong with that? Let her haul off on my cock and trumpet about how good it feels. Keep enjoying this pussy and these fantastic tits. Keep sucking on her firm nipples, alternating left and right.

  Eventually, she calms down. Slows to a saunter, and then she stops. She hugs me tight. Leans forward, moving me with her. I lower backward, toward the bed. As we lower, Savannah twists us. It’s like she’s pulling off a wrestling move. We end up laying on the bed, with me on top of her. I can’t help but smile at her.

  Now we match Luke and Tara in missionary style. I pound Savannah like Luke’s pounding my wife. I love how Savannah’s tits are wobbling in my onslaught, but I can’t help myself as I lean down and suck on them. I love that Savannah reaches down and rubs her own clitoris, and how she moans loudly.

  Luke’s head is on a swivel, switching from sucking Tara’s nipples to looking at his girlfriend as I suck her nipples.

  “Yes, baby, yes!” Savannah pants. “Suck my big tits! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  “Shh,” Tara hushes her. “Keep it down, okay?”

  “Yeah, sorry, sorry. But fuck it feels so good! Fuck! Fuck her, sugah, fuck her hard, fuck her like Steve’s fucking me. Oh God, so fucking hard! Yes! Yes!”

  Luke follows his girlfriend’s instructions, heaving into Tara’s pussy while sucking her tits.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Savannah’s still loud, despite our requests. Hard to tell if she’s having an orgasm, maybe even repeated orgasms.

  Suddenly, Luke pops up, jumps off Tara. He moves so quickly, he’s in a blur. He ends up kneeling between Tara’s legs, and he’s jerking his dick, then he’s spurting come on Tara’s stomach and boobs.

  “Oh sugah! Come on her, sugah! Fuck me, sugah! Fuck me so hard! Yes, sugah, yes!”

  It’s a bit confusing which man Savannah’s calling sugah, but I keep vigorously fucking her. Her pussy feels amazing. Her tits jiggle. Her face is twisted in joy.

  Boom! Boom!

  The loud thuds shock me into freezing.

  Boom! Boom! The door. Someone’s at the door.

  All four of us stare at each other.

  It’s Luke who moves first. “I’ll get it,” he grumbles and snatches a robe from a chair, and he covers up on his way to the door.

  The walls of the room create a little hallway at the door, so the three of us can’t see Luke and the person who knocked.

  But we can hear them. “We’ve gotten several complaints,” a male voice says. “You’re being very loud in here. We’re all for you having a good time, but we need to ensure that all of our guests are happy. Could you tone it down?”

  “Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that,” Luke grumbles. “We’ll be quiet.”

  “Thanks for your understanding. Enjoy the rest of your stay at Lujuria.”

  The door shuts. As Luke returns, Tara’s cheeks are red. That ain’t sunburn.

  “I’m so sorry, y’all,” Savannah says. “It’s all my fault. I got carried away.”

  The moment’s awkward. The four of us look around at each other.

  “We should go,” Tara says, her cheeks blazing crimson.

  “No,” Savannah protests. “Please stay. I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet. Please, won’t you stay longer?”

  Tara and I make eye contact. One wonders: Can she tell I want to stay, have more of Savannah? Even though she’s loud and sloppy from lots of rum, I still want her.

  Maybe Savannah can tell this, as she says, “Look, can I at least take care of Steve?” All eyes go to my stiff cock. “Luke, honey, you just came on her. You’ve had two times. I don’t want them to go away mad.”

  “It’s okay,” I reply. “I’m not mad.”

  Tara doesn’t say anything, but I know she’s mad and embarrassed.

  “All right,” Luke mumbles. He looks at his spots of come on Tara’s tummy and tits. “All right.”

  Tara looks frustrated. My lady’s all done here. But she seems conflicted—maybe she also doesn’t want to leave me hanging. “All right,” she finally says.

  Savannah is clearly pleased. Hers is easily the happiest face of our group. I’m seriously disappointed in the situation. The Georgia couple are obvious sexpots: Savannah’s voluptuous body, Luke’s muscles, their want for adventure. Sex with them was fun, sure—but it was mixed with sloppiness. Too much rum.

  “How do you want it, sugah?” Savannah asks me.

  I tell her. Honesty is the best policy right now. Anything else would lead to more disappointment. Savannah nods with a grin. Tara sighs and heads for the bathroom. Luke makes another drink.

  Bless Southern hospitality. Savannah licks my hard cock, sucks on it for a minute, then nestles it between her knockers. Graciously fulfilling my request to fuck her tits.

  “Glad you like the girls,” Savannah says. “They’ll treat you right.”

  She pushes her knockers together and moves them up and down. Exactly what I want.

  Tara returns with a clean tummy, glances at my dick stuffed between Savannah’s plump melons,
and turns to Luke. He’s sitting and drinking. Not for long, though, since Tara yanks on his arm and guides him to the bed. They lie down and fondle each other. Good. I’m glad Tara still has some fun.

  Being fucked by Savannah’s tits is deliriously good. I love seeing my dickhead appear over her hills, then vanish under her cleavage. I love her hands gripping her boobs, with the nipples peeking out between her fingers. She pushes her jugs together, makes them snug against my shaft as they slide.

  “How about some suntan oil?” I ask.

  Savannah nods, retrieves a bottle from her beach bag. She holds the bottle over my rod and drizzles oil, making thin shiny rivers flowing on my cock. The sensation and aroma inspires memories of Strathmore flood into my mind.

  “Nice and slippery,” Savannah says and fits my erection back between her jugs.

  Slippery is right. I glide, nice and smooth. She pumps her tits faster, nipples nodding quickly, my dickhead poking out and vanishing quicker, the big knockers bouncing, the pressure wonderful and slippery. When I come, a white line leaps up and touches her neck. Then my spurts are weaker, creating a puddle in her cleavage.

  “Ooo yeah, sugah,” Savannah purrs, eyes glittering with delight.

  I’m relieved that I don’t have a massive cum-shot. And I’m relieved that I don’t have a marathon boner. I know Tara wants to leave, and I bet Luke has had it, too. He’s probably not wild about me giving his girlfriend a pearl necklace. But then, he did come on my wife’s tits.

  The mood is awkward again as Savannah goes to clean up and none of us talks. I pull on my boxers.

  “Why are y’all so quiet?” Savannah asks when she returns from the bathroom. “C’mon, who wants a drink?”

  “We should probably go,” I say.

  She protests, but Tara seconds my suggestion. Luke backs it up, saying, “Let them go, Savannah.”

  The Georgia Peach is bummed out. “C’mon, y’all. Was it ’cause I was loud and some hotel manager came by? I can be quiet. C’mon, we’re having so much fun.”

  That’s true, we were having a lot of fun. But now, it’s time to call it a night. Savannah looks hurt. She wants to party all night long, but we’re being lame.