Summer Swing

by Ben Boswell

  Her breath was hot against my neck. Her hand began stroking my cock. I cupped her ass and squeezed her against me.

  “Something like that,” I replied. I didn’t really want to talk. I just wanted her to go down on me, suck me from 75% to 100% hard and then ride my cock while I mauled her big tits.

  “Was I an eager student?”

  “Definitely.”

  She reached down and squeezed my balls, hard. I yelped.

  “Bullshit,” she laughed. “You’ve always thought I was an arrogant bitch. A cockteasing whore.”

  “That’s not true,” I replied.

  She resumed slowly stroking my cock. It was hard to stay focused. “True enough. Still, I don’t think you fantasized about me coming on to you. I think…,” she paused as if pondering this for the first time, “I think you fantasized about… teaching me a lesson. And not a lesson in love. I think you fantasized about shutting me up, and…,” another pause. Then, “yeah, that’s it. That’s so evil, dreaming about raping your wife’s baby sister.”

  I was so hard it hurt. “No, I….”

  She chuckled. “So, tell me, what was the fantasy. You come over. I’m home alone in my cheerleader outfit. I give you some lip and you decide to shut me the fuck up. Come on, Danny, out with it. Did you imagine me surrendering, or did I fight back? Did you need to slap me around? I might actually like that,” she teased.

  I thought about her playful, yet painful bites when we fucked earlier. She rolled on top of me. I thrust upward to try to get inside her. She rose up to avoid my cock.

  “Nah uh, Bubby,” she teased, using my wife’s pet name for me. “No nookie until you come clean… unless… you take it.”

  I was dizzy with excitement. She was taunting me to rape her. But, I couldn’t… not even as a game. Even if I had… so many times….

  “I couldn’t stop you,” she continued. “You’re much too strong. But I’m a fighter. I wouldn’t make it easy on you.”

  She slapped me, hard, across the face.

  “Bitch,” I hissed.

  She hit me again. I grabbed her arms and rolled over on top of her between her legs. I pinned her hands over her head. Her eyes were flashing.

  “Is this where you rape my tight little pussy, Bubby? Or maybe,” she smirked, “that’s not how you planned to punish me.”

  I’ve been peeling your eyeballs off my ass ever since I can remember. She knew. And my own shocked expression must have confirmed it. She laughed.

  “Oooh, that is so, so nasty. Still water runs deep, right Bubby? How many times have you fucked my sister while dreaming about raping my ass?”

  “Shut up,” I hissed.

  “Make me,” she laughed.

  I was shaking… with excitement… embarrassment… anger….

  She craned her neck toward me. Her expression softened and she broke character for just a moment. “I can take it. Anything you can dish out, I can take.”

  She lay back down and her evil grin returned. “I can’t wait to tell Marie tomorrow about your dirty little secret. About how you fantasized about raping her sister’s teenage ass.”

  I’m not quite sure how much was roleplay and how much was my own guilt, but I could feel my neck getting hot.

  “I’m going to tell her all about it,” she taunted. “Right after she tells me about how much she creamed on Brad’s huge prick.”

  “Lena, stop it!”

  She laughed, her hot body vibrating beneath mine; it was a cruel, mocking laugh.

  “Maybe I would have fucked you if Marie ever bragged about how good you were. But she never did. C.J., though….” She moaned sensuously. “God, Marie couldn’t stop talking about what an amazing fuck he was. I’m not surprised she fucked him again. He’s probably got her bent over a bathroom sink right now, balls deep in her married pussy, thumb in her ass.”

  My breath caught. Lena noticed. She chuckled.

  “You know he fucks her ass, don’t you?”

  “No.”

  Another laugh. “He owns her cunt and ass. You’re just borrowing them when he’s not around.”

  I saw red. Literally, a cloud of red seems to cloud my vision. I thrust mindlessly and my prick slid into Lena’s soaked, scalding pussy. She laughed victoriously.

  “Raping me doesn’t change the fact that your wife begs for another man’s cock.”

  “Shut up,” I hissed as I pounded into her hard.

  She gasped. “That’s it, Bubby, fuck me like C.J. fucks your wife… except, he’s doing that to her tight, little asshole.”

  I groaned as the vision she’d conjured up flashed into my brain. Marie, bent over, reaching back to spread her asscheeks, his fat cock teasing her puckered anus, mascara running as she pleaded to be assfucked.

  “Have you ever had my sister up the ass? Or does she save that just for C.J.?”

  She knew the answer. Our eyes met and she smirked.

  “Shut up,” I grunted, covering her mouth with my hand.

  She growled and tried to back me off her, her hands twisting to get free. I pounded in harder still. I couldn’t tell anymore, was this still a game or something else? I didn’t care. I just wanted her to shut up and take my cock.

  She bit my hand. I howled and drew back. She got a hand free and lashed at my face. I deflected her arm, but lost control of her. She spun underneath me, my cock sliding out of her pussy. I dropped back down heavily onto her, flattening her face-down on the bed. I wrapped a hand into her hair and jammed her face into the pillow. My prick wedged between her firm ass cheeks.

  “You want it in the ass?”

  She twisted her head to the side. “You don’t have the guts.”

  I hesitated.

  “That’s why C.J. fucks her ass and you don’t.”

  I growled again as the image of my wife getting buttfucked again entered my mind. I rose up slightly, felt my slimy prick touch her anus, and then slowly, firmly thrust inside her. She hissed as her ass opened for me. It felt hot and tight, her sphincter a hard ring riding up and down my shaft as I pumped my cock.

  She laughed. “Is that the best you can do? C.J. --”

  “Shut up!” I snapped, jamming three fingers into her mouth.

  She tried to spit them out, but that just felt that much hotter, her mouth wet and drooling, tongue spasming against my digits. I fucked her ass harder, and to anyone walking in, it would have seemed as if I were raping her. And maybe I was. She was squirming and struggling, gagging, breathing hard through flared nostrils. I was sweating and gasping, riding her like a bucking bronco, my cock churning into her tight asshole like a piston. I thrust in extra hard, and she let out a pained squeal around my fingers. I jolted, realizing what I was doing, but her body shuddered, ass clenching, as she came hard. I gasped and filled her ass with my come.

  I pulled out and collapsed beside her. She laughed.

  “Not bad, Bubby. Keep it up and Marie won’t need to look for strange cock anymore.”

  I groaned, but despite myself, I felt my cock twitch in response.

  ***

  Lena and I showered together. That was something I’d never fantasized about, though I’m sure I will in the future. We pressed up against each other to stay under the hot water. I soaped up her heavy tits and teased her bright red nipples, and then trailed the suds down between her breasts across her shaved slit. She latherer up my cock and gently washed my various cuts and bruises.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked. “Things got pretty intense.”

  “Check for yourself.”

  I dropped to my knees. She turned and thrust her ass in my face. I spread her cheeks and gently soaped her anus, looking a little redder than before, but not noticeable worse for the wear.

  “Kiss make better,” she prompted.

  It was what I wanted to do anyway. I leaned in and licked her ass. She moaned deliciously. I reached around and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She reached back and pulled my head deeper into her asscrack. She moaned ag
ain, louder this time, her hips beginning to gyrate in time with my tongue.

  “Oh God,” she sighed as her body shook.

  I rose up and she kissed me without hesitation, her tongue snaking deep into my mouth as she stroked my rapidly stiffening cock. We got out of the shower and dried ourselves. Then back to bed. She went down on me, and when I was hard she straddled me and rode my cock up and down, slowly, passionately. I played with her big tits and tickled her ass. She placed her palms on my chest and worked my cock like a pro with her pussy. She came again, and when I was ready, she gracefully slid down my body, took my prick in her mouth and swallowed yet another load of my come.

  ***

  It was still dark when I woke up, Lena under the covers and sucking on my cock yet again. God, the girl was insatiable. I wondered where Marie and the others were. I hadn’t heard them come in, but then again, I was more than a little distracted early in the evening and then passed out in a post-coital daze after. Lena swallowed me whole, her mouth so velvety, hot, and wet, hands kneading my balls as if desperate to brew up another load of come for her to swallow. She was a vixen, even more sexual than I had ever imagined in my numerous sexual fantasies about her. I wondered if she’d let me have her ass again, and then realized that of course she would.

  “Oh God, that feels good. You’re amazing Lena-ahhh!” I yelped as she bit me, her fingernails also digging into the sensitive skin at the base of my balls.

  Her head eased up from beneath the cover. “So, you had fun fucking my sister, did you?” I jolted as Marie’s face came into view.

  “Jesus, Honey.”

  “Well, did you?”

  “I… ahhhh --”

  Her fingernails bit harder.

  “Don’t lie now.”

  “Marie, I… owww!” I slapped her hand away. “that fucking hurts.”

  She laughed. She was crazy like her sister.

  “Well, I hope you did because….” Her hand found my stiff cock. I flinched expecting more pain, but instead she just caressed me with a fingertip. “I… was… very… very… very… naughty.”

  I swallowed hard.

  “Of course, you missed the first part of it. You were in such a rush to fuck my sister that you missed the fun at the club.”

  “I think I saw most of it.”

  She laughed. “You didn’t see the half of it. You didn’t see any of the excitement in the lounge, did you?”

  “Wha… what happened?” I asked, my mouth suddenly very dry.

  “I got to taste Claire’s pussy… by licking it off Mike’s fingers. And she got to taste mine on Luis’ thumb.”

  I thought of the two beach studs who’d joined them on the dance floor, the four of them hot and sweaty and intertwined on a loveseat in the basement. Wet kisses, hands roaming free, the girls gasping as fingers pinched nipples, rubbed clits, and stretched out their pussies.

  “Of course, Brad and C.J. didn’t stop it. They just loved watching to see how far we’d go.”

  “How… how far did you go?”

  Marie giggled. “Oh Bubby, are you excited or scared?” She squeezed my hard prick. “Or both?”

  I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a choked grunt.

  “Luis wasn’t conflicted. He was just rock hard.”

  “You… him… his cock?”

  She laughed. “Well, I could feel it out on the dance floor, so big and hard when we were grinding together. And when he made me come with his hands, I didn’t have much choice, did I?”

  “Did you…?” I trailed off.

  “Did I fuck him?” Her hand stopped moving on my cock. I think she knew that the combination of her question and her hand would be too much in combination. “Did I pull down his pants, climb into his lap, and take his thick prick into my tight little pussy? Did I ride him up and down, up and down, while Brad and C.J., and who knows who else, watched me get fucked? Is that really what you want to know?”

  “Yes,” I croaked.

  She chuckled. “No…. but I did suck him off.”

  Even without her hand moving, that sends me over the edge. I came hard onto her fingers and my belly.

  “That’s it Bubby, show me how much you like the idea of me being a slut. God, Claire was right. You guys do get off on us being bad.” She began to stroke me again, my come squishing through her fingers as she did.

  “I could tell you all about how I sucked Luis’ uncut cock. About how deep I took him in my mouth. About how good he tasted when he came.” Whatever fraction of my erection I’d lost in coming was back. “But I wouldn’t want to wear you out before I tell you the good part.”

  “The good part?”

  Another laugh. “Oh yeah. I mean, Mike and Luis were just the appetizer, or maybe the amuse-bouche. He definitely did amuse my mouth. Sucking those two boys off finally got C.J. and Brad to take us home. We packed into one cab with poor Brad in the front by himself and C.J. in the back with me and Claire and our wet pussies. He had us take turns sucking his cock, while he told Brad all about what he planned to do with Claire. You know about that, right?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “So it turns out, it isn’t just us girls doing the plotting. Would you have liked to see it? To see Claire sitting on her husband’s huge cock while C.J. pounded her tight, little ass from behind?”

  “Yes,” I groaned.

  “It was so, so hot,” my wife said. “We were all so revved up that I’m not sure how we made it into the master bedroom. But we did, though our clothes didn’t. Brad sat down in the big armchair, with his huge prick sticking straight up. Claire straddled him and sank down on him, and then C.J. came over and started playing with her asshole.”

  “What were you doing?”

  “I made sure C.J.’s dick was nice and hard and wet, and then I laid back on the bed and played with myself.”

  I groaned.

  “Does that visual work for you?”

  “Yes. I….” I wanted to contribute, but I was speechless.

  “You should have heard her moaning when C.J. fingered her butt, and when he started to slide his dick in, she buried her face in Brad’s shoulder and squealed. That’s when C.J. grabbed a big handful of her hair and pulled back so that she and Brad were face to face. Then he put it in.”

  Marie was stroking me harder, and her breathing was becoming shallow and throaty as if the retelling of the story was as exciting as witnessing it in the first place.

  “I don’t know what was hotter. Her sounds? The way her body shuddered as C.J. went deeper? Or the expression on Brad’s face as he realized they were double penetrating his wife?”

  “What do you think?” I asked.

  “The sounds,” she gasped. “Oh Bubby, she sounded so raw, like helpless, but also excited. And that was before they even started to really fuck her. I….”

  Now it was my wife’s turn to be speechless. I reached down and felt her naked body. Her skin was hot and clammy. I cupped her perky breasts and trailed my fingers over her hard nipples. She groaned sensuously. She swallowed hard and then continued.

  “They used her so hard, Bubby, so hard. And she loved it. She kept squealing out, yes, yes, yes. It was so hot... so hot... so hot that… that… I… I begged them to do it to me.”

  Our eyes met, both of us sporting a mixture of shock and excitement.

  “D-d-d-did you? Did they?” I stammered.

  She nodded. “Yes, Baby. After Claire was too worn out to continue, it was my turn. I slowly worked Brad’s huge cock inside me. I’ve never…. I’m sorry…. But I’ve never felt so full. It almost hurt, but also felt so good. I wanted more time to adjust, but C.J. wouldn’t wait. He lubed up his cock and put it in my ass.”

  “I didn’t know you….”

  She chuckled. “C.J.’s the only one I’ve done that with. But you already knew that. He hinted at it when we were playing either/or and I’m sure my little slut of a sister couldn’t resist spilling the beans too.”

  She s
lowly stroked my cock. I squeezed her ass as I pulled her against me. Her body seemed to melt into mine.

  “Did you like it?” I asked after a while.

  “It was a little painful. And overwhelming. And yes… I loved it. I loved being at the mercy of those two big pricks. Being taken like a dirty whore.”

  “Why?”

  “I thought about you the whole time. About what you’d think of me.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  She threw her leg over me and slipped my cock into her pussy. She was soaked and loose. She groaned as I entered her.

  “Oh God, I’m so sore. Brad really stretched me out. After C.J. came inside me, we split up and I fucked his huge cock until he couldn’t get hard anymore.”

  I thrust inside her.

  She laughed again. “See, it turns you on too.”

  “I guess.” But in truth, most of what was turning me on was seeing her so excited.

  Marie leaned forward, her hard nips pressing into my chest. She leaned in toward my ear, as if too embarrassed to speak in more than a whisper.

  “I like that C.J. is the only man to ever have my butt. And that I blew another guy in public to turn him and Brad on. And that I let those two do things to me I’ve never let you do.”

  “Jesus,” I groaned.

  “I don’t know why that turns me on, but it does.”

  I grabbed her ass and pressed my fingertip against her anus. “So, you won’t let me do this?”

  “No,” she gasped as she wiggled her ass away from my digit. She rose up and looked down at me, smirking wickedly. “That’s only for C.J. Only he gets to fuck my ass.” She threw her head back and let out a throaty moan. “Oh God.” Her pussy clenched on my cock.

  I thrust into her hard. And again. And again. I came with a roar into her slutty, stretched cunt. She collapsed onto me.

  “You’re evil,” I said gently.

  “Mmmm. I’m a bad, bad girl.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  I’d fully intended to question Marie more after I recovered from the sex, but my quick breather apparently turned into a deep sleep and I didn’t wake up until after 10:00am. I was alone in bed. I arose gingerly and eased into the bathroom.