by Pynk
“How are you?” a young woman asked Magnolia. But she’d walked past quickly before Magnolia could even answer. Magnolia looked back at her and the woman looked back too, winking.
Magnolia smiled back and turned around in a hurry. She wondered if she’d made the right decision by even being there.
Magnolia sat alone for another five minutes, just watching. She saw couples upstairs along the railing, others kissing, some bent over a chair, and some just looking down at the goings-on below. Magnolia tried not to be too affected by the kinky happenings and disclose that she was a true swinger virgin.
“Welcome to Erotic City,” said the owner, curly headed, tall and fine Lavender Lewis.
“Thank you,” Magnolia replied, noticing every bit of his attractiveness.
He replied, “I know the new ones when I see them.”
She grinned, giving a sexy stare. “Oh really. I was trying my best to not let on. I see I failed.”
“Maybe you didn’t let on to others, but no one can fool me. I’ve been at this for too long. I’m Lavender, one of the owners.” He extended his hand.
Magnolia looked impressed and offered her hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Magnolia.”
“Hello, Magnolia. Nice name. Can I show you around?”
“Sure.” Without hesitation, Magnolia swiveled off the chair and picked up her cup of wine.
And Lavender walked Magnolia around the first floor, showing her the private rooms, some with closed doors, some with open doors, and showing her one of the group rooms, very similar to the adult movie the club was showing, with two women doing each other, and about five men, lying around or squatted near them, dicks in hand, eyeing down the girl on girl.
He told her, “The upstairs is the S&M room and the girls-only bubble gum room.” He took a step farther and pointed out beyond the window. “Outside, if you look through there, you’ll see that the playground patio is covered and there are heating lamps. We have a few Jacuzzis, and a black-bottom swimming pool.”
“Nice.”
He asked, as they stood at the window to the patio for another moment, “You’re here alone?”
“No.” And then she looked out and saw Rebe and Armani, kissing in the Jacuzzi, totally naked, with three men and one woman watching them, crowded around as though if Rebe or Armani said even one inviting word or gave a join us glance, they’d be down for a fuckfest for real. “I came with them.” She pointed.
“Oh, Armani.”
“Yes.”
“Oh okay. He told me about you and his girl, right?”
“Yes. Rebe.”
“Right, right. Yeah. He’s cool people.”
Magnolia nodded as she took one last glance and looked away.
“Well, if you need anything, just let me know. My wife’s name is Milan. We just want you to have a good time, and hope you come back if you like it here.”
“I’m sure I will.”
“Good. Nice to meet you.”
“You, too.” He stepped away.
She watched his swagger of a stroll, and said, “Now that is a man for your ass, there,” walking back toward the dance floor, and past a mirrored room painted in dark blue, that was occupied by a couple. The woman was younger, naked, Asian, and the man was around fifty, thin, wearing only underwear.
As soon as the man saw Magnolia, he said fast, “Come on in. We’d love the company.”
She stopped in her tracks, and took a step back to the doorway. She smiled and walked in very slow.
“Have a seat.” He pointed to the chair near the wall. “I’m Tim. This is Shari. Do you want to play?” He cut right to the chase. “We call it a three-piece suit. You won’t be disappointed.”
Magnolia barely sat when she said, “It’s my first time.” In her mind she said, sort of.
“We’ll be gentle.”
His wife’s smile said she agreed.
Magnolia set her wine on a small table and asked, “Can I watch? You know, help you out?”
The man stood, took off his briefs, and closed the door. “Sure. We won’t touch you. And you don’t have to touch us. Unless you want to.”
“Okay,” was Magnolia’s reply, as though she was good at that.
The man lay on his back and motioned for Shari to come to him. She got ready to sit on his stiff dick, but he said, “Sit on my face.” And Shari did.
Magnolia hesitated for only a quick second, and walked closer to the mattress. She couldn’t see Tim’s face, but she saw every inch of Shari’s ass from behind and her mandarin tramp stamp along her lower back. Magnolia crawled onto the bed, fully dressed, and straddled Tim along his thighs, with his stand-up dick between her and Shari. Magnolia put one hand on Shari’s slender back, and reached around, grabbing Shari’s small, firm titties while Shari was eaten out. Shari’s long black hair smelled like lemons.
Magnolia could feel every second of the stiffening of her own nipples in her bustier. She felt like she was about to have a hot flash, and looked through the side mirror and saw herself, on a bed of three, with her hand on a woman’s breasts for the first time in her life. She felt a bit of panic and a bit of lust all in one.
Shari moaned the more Magnolia massaged her, flicking her nipple just as Magnolia knew how to do her own. Shari said to her husband, “Baby, look at her. She’s rubbing my titties.” She looked down at her breasts and noticed Magnolia’s plum colored nails. “Look at her pretty fingers on my chest. Oh, baby, you’re eating me out and she’s rubbing my nipples. It feels so good. Ummh.” She watched Magnolia in the mirror, too. “She’s so pretty.”
He said, “Uh-huh,” from down under, and Shari reached back and stroked his dick from behind her back, gripping his shaft like her hand was her pussy.
Magnolia watched Shari’s hand job before her, and said to Tim, like she was a sex kitten, “Eat that pussy.”
It was obvious he shifted his tongue dance up a notch because Shari began to wail, shoving her pussy closer to his face, and squinting her eyes, doing funny things with her lips while pressing her orgasm onto his tongue. And then they were both silent.
And just as soon as Shari moved backward, crawling off his face, she then climbed onto his penis, with him still on his back, and jerked her pussy to take him in.
Magnolia scooted back to his calf area, and Shari sat straight up on it, raw and ready, and bounced on top of him with a professional precision. It was as though Magnolia was watching a porn movie live and in person. Shari flung her hair from side to side and worked her hips and legs, and ass, and stomach, and bent down to his face, sucking his tongue with a wild kiss, just as her pussy sucked his dick. Tim glanced at Magnolia, with her jeans unzipped, now rubbing the meat of her vagina, and then Tim made a deep, rolling, weeping moan while Shari kept up her fuck speed and he pressed his hips deeper into her and grumbled, sounding like the force of his semen racing from his ballsac to his tip was faster than he could handle. Shari sat up straight and took it all inside of her.
Magnolia said, “Yeah. Shoot that cum. Good boy.” Her eyes were taking in the sight of a strange couple fucking, and she felt herself up some more, wanting to press her clit just enough to make it an equal opportunity orgasm encounter, but she came to a stance and zipped up her pants, while Shari climbed off of her man.
Magnolia took hold of her drink while the husband and wife couple lay side by side on their backs. Magnolia said simply, “Bye.”
Tim said, “Anytime.”
Shari winked, breathing heavily.
Magnolia walked out and closed the door, thinking of the thrill of the kinky, and ran smack dab into a tall, tan, older white man with a bald head and salt and pepper goatee, and obvious lines of life on his face.
She said, while quickly lifting her cup just high enough to steady it. “Oh excuse me.”
“Oh, no problem. It was my fault.”
“No, it was mine. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
She began to walk on, her head filled with though
ts of what she’d just seen and how her curiosity had been sated, and she asked herself, Wonder if Rebe is still outside?
“Would you mind sharing a drink with me? My name is Miller,” the man she’d bumped into said.
Magnolia looked back. He was just a few steps behind her, awaiting her reply with a warm smile. “Hi, Miller. I’m looking for my friend, to be honest with you.”
“I see. But I’m willing to bet she’s having fun.”
“Maybe so. She’s here with someone. But I think I’m ready to go.”
“It’s early. Just one drink.” He had on all black. His eyes were baby blue.
She stopped and turned back toward him. “Why yes. Yes, I will. That would be nice.”
Miller led the way back to the bar area where Magnolia was earlier, and they shared his Malibu rum and pineapple for about an hour.
They laughed.
Soon it was one in the morning.
But Magnolia forgot about the time, and about Rebe.
They sat up talking, drinking, and shutting out the rest of the adult happenings, acting as though it were a Sunday afternoon at Denny’s.
Their conversation was perfect.
Figuratively, communication-wise, they were two peas in a pod.
The next night they would go to the Grand Lux in Hollywood, Florida, and have dinner.
They would close the place down, talking, and then go to his place.
Literally, physically, they’d be two pieces that fit well together even better.
Nineteen
“Voyeur”
Rebe
SAME PLACE—SAME TIME AS CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
While Magnolia continued to bond with Miller at the Erotic City bar, Rebe and Armani, who’d vowed to one another to only be with each other their first swinging time out, were outside, no longer in the Jacuzzi. They were lying on a king canopy bed that had sheer black curtains. The bed was on the enclosed patio, next to the swimming pool, right under the heat lamps. You could either leave the curtains open using the pullbacks, or close them completely. Closed meant do not disturb, open meant all aboard.
The curtains were open. And the heat lamps had some competition.
Rebe was on her back, mainly keeping her eyes closed, as if she really believed shutting her lids would block out some of the X factor of her first-time exhibitionist experience.
Block out the fact that she was getting her pussy sucked on while complete strangers watched.
Rebe tried to focus on her turn-on, to see if she could muster up an image in her own head, and satisfy herself that way, as opposed to going further with the voyeuristic swinger crowd around her. So in her head, she decided to be extra brave and imagined Armani fucking someone else. She wanted to know if the thought made her heart race like she was a girl gone wild. She wondered also if the way he ate her out would make other women come within seconds, too.
Wearing only her pink peep-toe heels, Rebe’s braids rested to her left while she realized she couldn’t stay in her head long enough to play with her thoughts, so she cheered herself on to snap out of it, and take in the real-life fantasy before her. To her it was different from dancing on a pole. It was time to play big girl freak now. After all, she’d gotten her own curious self into it.
She looked to her right, noticing about six people watching while Armani’s head munched on the lips of her vagina. The feeling of being watched while having sex actually kept her two gears behind what she thought she’d feel. She needed to let go. She fought.
Rebe turned her head to the other side, trying to focus on the actual faces of those around her. She saw that the crowd was growing, now with four more sex-nosey onlookers, all looking like they were either hard or wet and/or ready.
Rebe looked down at Armani, who looked up at her with lustful eyes, and then she noticed a mocha-skinned younger woman getting closer to them both. The woman inched herself to Rebe’s side, and within two seconds flat, began sucking Rebe’s stiff nipple. Rebe’s heart jumped and her open hand closed tight. She’d never been near a woman in a bed before, though she’d seen enough women at the strip club without their clothes on to stand in for three naked WNBA teams. She just had never had her nipple in a woman’s soft mouth, or felt the sensation of a woman’s hair draping along her skin.
She again eyed Armani.
While he still went to work in cunnilingus and anilingus paradise, his brown eyes begged her not to push away. They told her to let go. They told her to just relax.
Rebe forced herself to shut her eyes and simply go with the feeling.
The feeling of a woman’s flicking tongue teasing her nipple, and a man’s flicking tongue, fucking with her slit.
At the same time.
While she was in her head, there was a brief pause of action on her tittie and between her legs, and when she looked down, Armani and the nipple-flicking female swinger had traded places.
It was now the mocha colored girl between Rebe’s legs, doing her thing just as good, almost better than Armani. Rebe tightened up and moved her hips back a bit as if she should shut her legs and say something. But by now, Armani was whispering up against her ear, saying “Did you see her ass? She’s beautiful. Everybody here knows her. Her name is Trudy. They call her Big Booty Trudy. The infamous BBT. And she normally doesn’t do this. She’s usually the one who gets eaten out on the regular. People would pay to eat her out. I think she likes you, baby. I mean really likes you. Look at her.”
Rebe eased her vision to Trudy, who pulled her long golden hair back out of the way, and looked up to give Rebe a giving smile, adjusting her hands to really get a grip on the good parts of what she needed to attack to please her newfound girl toy. Rebe remembered the words to the song “Poison,” “Never trust a big butt and a smile.” Oh hell she said to her mind.
Trudy, like a pro, used her fingers to expose Rebe’s engorged pink button, and positioned her gold-studded tongue against Rebe’s gold-studded clit, closed her lips around the valuable jewel, and sucked.
Rebe’s leg quivered.
Trudy stopped, moving her mouth down to Rebe’s opening to lick like she was licking a chocolate ice cream cone, using a scooping motion and then again back up to her clit, closing her lips around it and sucking again.
Rebe’s other leg quivered.
Trudy worked Rebe like a cat cleaning her fur, and inserted her tongue as deep as she could, making sure to leave room for her nose so she could breathe, tightening her eyes so she could further extend her tongue inside. From down under Trudy purred, “Sweet as Bazooka.”
Rebe opened her legs even wider.
Armani watched, seeming to take mental note, and then he stood, took a condom from the clear bowl near the bed, pulled down his black boxers, and positioned himself strategically behind Trudy, who was world renowned for the donuts she had in her back seat, separating her heavy, rumpshaker ass cheeks to make room for the length of his ready-to-explore dick.
From between Rebe’s legs, Trudy perched her asstacular booty in the air and asked before Armani entered, “Is that okay, sexy?”
Suddenly carefree, Rebe nodded and shut her lids, disappearing into almost climax land, in complete and total ecstasy, feeling as though she was floating. Trudy reached up and inserted her finger in Rebe’s mouth and Rebe sucked without hesitation, sucking like Trudy’s finger was Armani’s penis, all while Trudy got fucked by Armani while the three of them were being watched. Watched until they heard one screaming word. “Mommy!”
Rebe’s eyes popped open. The familiarity of the voice caused her to stop her girl-girl finger sucking. She knew right away that she was the only mommy that belonged to that voice.
Her world that only a moment ago was swinging a virgin swinger’s swing, came to an abrupt stop.
Armani said, “Trinity.”
Trudy said, “Trinity.”
And Rebe said, “Trinity.”
Everybody knew Trinity.
Only the look on Trinity’s face said she didn’t k
now who her freaky mother really was. Trinity gave a stabbing yell, standing in shock while wearing only a white thong, saying, “You are the biggest, most pathetic excuse for a mother. You sex-craved, midlife crisis, girl loving, in the closet, pole dancing, crazy ass, cougar bitch.”
Twenty
“You Sexy Thing”
Darla
INT.—MIAMI INTERNATIONAL MERCHANDISE MART—LATE MORNING
March 28, 2009
G-strings. Bras. Corsets. Bustiers. Boy shorts. Nightgowns. Negligees. Camisoles. Baby dolls. Body stockings. On and on. Darla was in intimate apparel heaven.
Darla and Magnolia shopped and ordered and selected as they walked along the many aisles of the bustling Miami Garment District showroom. It was a massive complex with wholesale erotic distributors, and the intimate apparel section seemed to be one of the most crowded.
Newly smitten by her new man, Miller, Magnolia held up a pair of red-leather panties and put it in her canvas shopping bag. “I’m gonna need this for me.”
“Looks like you may have gotten a boost of bravery since visiting that sex club you and Rebe went to. How was it anyway?”
“Wild.”
“So does wild mean you did partake, or did not partake?”
“Oh, I partook. Sort of. If you could call it that. It was a threesome without the some.”
“What the heck does that mean?” Darla asked, crinkling her nose.
“It means I helped out. Like a midwife. You’re the visual. You talk to the couple.”
“Couple. You were with a woman?”
“No. Not in that sense. But I did watch him go down on her. And I saw her ride him like she was a damn cowgirl. I’ve never done it like that before. No wonder men like the woman on top. Damn.”
Darla looked at Magnolia like she was someone else. “Oh my goodness. And you didn’t do anything to them, with them, did you?”
