by Mia Moore
“You’re kidding!”
“Not at all. But not how you think,” said Ellis. “Phil and Cynthia were sort of shocked—that kind of shit never happens here, you know? Before they could respond, a split second after this guy grabbed Cynthia’s boob, his wife came up behind him and slammed him right in the ear!”
“Oh!”
“Yeah. I think they both had too much to drink. Anyway, she stalked out.”
“What happened to the guy?”
“Brad and Phil showed him the door. His libido had taken the brunt of his lady’s shot I guess. He just left.”
“Man! Did that put a damper on the rest of the night?” asked Steve.
“Not really. It happened so quick, I don’t think half the people on the dance floor even noticed.” Ellis took another sip of his Diet Coke. “Shit like that hardly ever happens, but I don’t think they’ll be back.”
Steve looked over at Tara. “Well, if I did such a stupid thing, I’d deserve a smack upside the head too.”
“You wouldn’t do such a thing, honey,” said Tara. “I’m the one who deserves the spanking!”
“Ahhh… yes, you do—for pulling my leg earlier!” he shook his fist at her. “You’ll get yours my pretty!”
“So what happened to the other couple? You said there were two new couples here?”
“Yeah, that was Gail and Mike. They had showed up at 9:00 and Gloria took them around and introduced them to us.”
“Not a surprise. You guys are here pretty regularly.”
“We like the place,” said Dawn. “It’s our home away from home on Saturday nights.”
“Well, Gail and Mike stayed at their table and watched the action unfold on the dance floor for a while. Then they started dancing and… well… I think they had a good time…”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. They left after 15 minutes or so. They went back to their hotel and fucked like bunnies.”
“How do you know that?” asked Tara.
Ellis pointed at the dance floor. “See that couple over there? She’s the one with the long brown hair and the red corset and he’s wearing the leather chaps? That’s them. They arrived just after us and will be joining us.”
“Baby steps before leaping in,” said Tara.
“Yup. I don’t know how much playing they’ll do with other couples, but they definitely want to try soft swinging in the back.
The dance music volume diminished and the crowd on the dance floor stopped.
“Laaaaydeees and Gentlemen!” the DJ’s voice boomed. “It’s body shot time!”
The crowd cheered as two staff members came from the side pulling a vinyl cushioned table out onto the middle of the dance floor.
“Body shots! Yay!” said Tara. She jumped up. “Come on, Steve! Body shots!”
Steve laughed. “Can’t get enough of those body shots, huh, honey?”
“Come on!” She pranced over and took his hand.
Steve stood, still holding Dawn in his arms. “Hang on.” He stepped over and deposited her on Ellis’ lap. “Duty calls, guys.” He loved body shots. It was the icebreaker that got Tara going the second time they had been to the club. They joined hands and went to stand in line.
Doug from the bar was on a pedestal set up by the table. He was holding a shots bottle. “Tonight it’s Sex On The Beach shots gang! Pay your five bucks and ‘get er done’!”
Wendy, one of the other bartenders walked down the lineup collecting the five dollars and giving each person a ticket. Anyone that wanted to participate had to show the ticket before getting on the table. At the end of the evening, management had a 50/50 draw from all the tickets that were given out.
“Same rules as always, gang!” Doug’s voice echoed through the speakers as music played in the background. You get on the table, and anyone gets to lick you!” The first on the table was a guy. He had stripped off his shirt and was topless. He lay down on the table and Doug poured a generous stream of Sex On The Beach over his chest, ending at his crotch, staining his pants with the liquor.
Immediately, three women gathered around and began to lick the man’s chest. All of them had their hands clasped behind their backs. One woman bent to his navel and began to stroke it with her tongue. The other two women were sucking at his nipples and teasing around his well formed pecs. He began to grind his hips upward, trying to get the woman at his bellybutton to go lower.
“Reeeemember! No hands!” encouraged Doug. The ‘no hands’ rule made Body Shots that much more fun.
The woman at the guy’s bellybutton was joined by the other two ladies. A fourth person, a man, joined in as well.
“Ahh… bi-bi love!” Called out Doug. The guy on the table didn’t bat an eye as the other man began to lick at his neck and earlobe. He kept his hands behind his back and trailed down the man’s chest joining the women.
“Getting interesting here!” Doug poured another shot, this time right on the man’s crotch. All four of his ‘attendees’ began to lick and chew at the fly. One of the women got the tab of his zipper between her teeth and began pulling it down. The others began to probe into the man’s fly with their mouths.
Tara felt Steve’s hand on her ass. His hand was running up and down the seam line of her cat suit as they watched. She backed into his hand, encouraging him further. He leaned over, slipped his hand under her short skirt and began to fondle her pussy lips from behind. Her knees quivered.
“Okay! Time’s up! Next!” Each body shot was good for a three minute stretch of anything goes oral teasing. The topless man got off the table and stepped over to one of the bar stools. He was followed by the four others who kept licking at him.
The next to get on was a woman in her early forties. She had been wearing a spandex top that was low cut, but pulled it over her head before getting on the table, her breasts now covered only by a lacy black bra. She lay back and folded her arms behind her head.
“Here we go!” cried Doug as again, he poured the liquid over her body, from her neck to her crotch. She was wearing black panties that he made sure to drench.
Immediately a feeding frenzy began. The people next in line, and the woman’s friends all gathered around her, licking and sucking at her flesh.
“Why don’t you join in?” suggested Steve.
“Mmm… no, honey. You know I’m straight.”
“Yeah, I know. But you can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?” Steve put his arm around her shoulders. In the two years they had been swinging, Tara had never been with another woman. She didn’t mind sexy dancing with a girl, but just like her husband, her ‘bi-card’ had yet to be punched.
There were a lot of other women in the lifestyle who were strictly straight, so she didn’t mind. She enjoyed men, and that was that. She knew that Steve found girl on girl sex arousing as hell. They had talked about it, but he never once pushed the subject. No was ‘no’ after all.
Occassionally for shits and giggles she would kiss one of the women they hung out with. It was okay, but that’s as far as Tara had been willing to go.
Until tonight. She had made arrangements with Dawn over the phone when they decided they were heading out for a night at the G-Spot. This weekend was Steve’s 34th birthday after all. He didn’t know it yet, but it would be one he was going to remember!
When he had made that suggestion for her to do some body shot licking, she begged off because she wanted his surprise to be complete.
They were the last in line for the body shots. Tara looked over her shoulder to where Dawn was sitting. The women nodded to each other and Dawn stood up.
After a few more people got through their body shots, it was her turn.
Tara climbed up onto the bench and laid back.
“You sure you want me to pour this on that beautiful cat suit, Tara?” asked Doug. Good. Dawn had made sure he was up to speed with her nefarious plan.
“Oh! Thanks! It’s okay if I take it off?” The G-Spot normally frowned on full nudity on the dance
floor early in the evening.
Doug gave her and Steve a Chesire cat grin. “Well… I think we can make an exception.”
In a flash Tara wiggled out of her cat suit and skirt, laying naked on the table. She pulled her feet up, angling her legs and spreading her knees apart.
“Fire away, maestro!”
Doug emptied the bottle on her, coating her from her neck to her crotch.
She looked over at Steve with a grin as Dawn elbowed him aside.
“Happy Birthday, honey!” and she closed her eyes.
Chapter 2
“What’s the big deal, anyway,” Tara thought to herself. “I’ll just keep my eyes closed, that’s all.” She felt a pair of hands—soft, woman’s hands spread her thighs a little more.
Soft, warm kisses began just above her knees. The mouth stopped, resting open on her thigh, and she felt a wet tongue glide over her skin. A shudder ran through her.
Tara had phoned Dawn about this a few days ago. Dawn had been pleased and honored to be part of Steve’s birthday present.
Now Tara was more than a little nervous as her body responded to this woman’s touch.
Tara had never been attracted to women. It was one of the limits she set when she and Steve decided to give the Lifestyle a whirl. In a sense, she was more of an exception in the Lifestyle; most of the women, even if they weren’t attracted to other women, played with bi because that’s what fired up the men.
Why it did, she had no idea, but it did. When she asked Steve what it was about lesbian sex that excited men, he wasn’t able to figure it out either. “I don’t really know, honey,” he said, “it just does. It’s like asking what it is about tits that get me aroused. I don’t have a clue, they just do.”
Thanks for all the help, Steve!
There was no question it did, though. At house parties, or even at clubs, whenever there was any girl on girl action, men always gathered to watch, Steve included.
He had never asked her a second time to try it, and for that she loved him dearly. His respect for her limits was absolute.
They had been going to events for about two years—they were far from hard core Lifestylers like Ellis and Dawn. Altogether, tonight was just their eighth event. They had been to a couple of house parties, but every other event had been here at the G-Spot. They had never gone to a swinger’s resort, never attended any of the convention or weekend hotel take-overs.
Not that they didn’t want to—but with the baby, their ability to get away was curtailed. Thank God her Mom and Dad lived close by enough that they could look after little Anthony, but she didn’t want to wear out that welcome or take advantage.
She had never been nagged about her limit—either by Steve, or by any of the women they met. That was one of the things she found to be a pleasing surprise about the Lifestyle. No really was No and was respected by everyone.
She knew that it was going to put Steve over the moon to watch Dawn go down on her.
Her eyes were shut tight though. Even so, Dawn’s mouth felt so good on her thigh. There was no beard stubble (no matter how closely Steve shaved, he always irritated her skin). Dawn rested her cheek against Tara’s thigh and began blowing warm air up towards her crotch.
Her hands began to stroke Tara’s ankles with soft movements. Up and down, with each up stroke going higher and higher. She cupped each hand behind a knee and gently massaged the nerves there.
Tara shuddered again.
Dawn climbed up on the table at Tara’s feet. Tara opened her eyes a slit to see the woman kneeling between her knees. Leaning forward, Dawn kissed her. Tara opened her mouth slightly, receiving Dawn’s tongue. It was soft but insistent. She put her hands behind Dawn’s head, pulling her face in tighter and opened her mouth wide. The two women kissed deeply, their tongues stroking up and down.
Dawn’s hand palmed her breast, covering it and massaging. She started slowly and softly in a circular motion around the orb. Tara’s nipples were already stiff from the cool air on the dance floor. With each turn around her tit, Dawn’s grasp became firmer.
Breaking off the kiss, Dawn pushed herself down Tara’s chest and began to lick and suck on the side of the breast she was holding. Her tongue extended, she began by licking where Tara’s breast sprung from her chest, working her way inward to where her hand was now gently pinching her nipple.
She turned slightly sideways so her thigh was nestled between Tara’s legs. With a pulsing rhythm in time with the music playing, she began to dry fuck Tara’s bare crotch.
Slipping further down, Dawn placed wet, warm kisses on Tara’s stomach and belly button. She went lower. Her hands reached up and lifted Tara’s head.
“Look at me, Tara,” she commanded softly. Tara’s eyes opened. She watched as Dawn slowly lowered her head to her crotch. She felt her warm breath on her pussy. God, this was intense.
Dawn snuggled her face into her pussy, nestling and rubbing her mouth across her outer lips. Her tongue flicked out quickly, and gave a quick stroke to her clit. Tara jerked.
Taking Tara’s thighs in her hands, she lowered her mouth and began to lick and stroke her slit. From her asshole up to the top of her clit and back down, she washed Tara’s pussy with her wet mouth.
What the hell had kept me from doing this? Tara wondered to herself. Her hips began to grind into Dawn’s face.
Releasing her thighs, Dawn moved her hands to the butterfly pink inner folds. She gently grasped each side, opening Tara’s hole like a flower. Her tongue came out again, this time firmly fluttering across the top edge of her pussy. Tara’s clit had slid out from behind its hood, engorged.
Dawn began to flutter her tongue directly on Tara’s lust button. She alternated between fast flutters and long, slow, firm wet licks.
Tara felt her belly tighten and that special tingle begin. She clenched her legs around Dawn and knotted her fingers in her hair.
“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!” she gasped over and over again. She felt the orgasm beginning. Oh Christ this girl could eat pussy! Her legs were now clenching and relaxing around her lover’s head as she felt the first wave.
Dawn read her body like a book. She let go of Tara’s pussy lips and plunged two fingers up inside, her cunt. Her hot, drippy, wet fuckhole cunt. She twisted her wrist, swiping the walls of her pussy, and pulling her fingers half way out, only to plunge in deeper and more firmly. At the same time, she stopped licking Tara’s clit and began to softly chew on the flesh surrounding it.
When she bit down, Tara was flung over the edge.
“Ohhh SHHIIIIT!” she cried out as the orgasm overtook her by surprise. She raised herself up on her elbows and bent her legs into Dawn’s back, driving her even harder into her pelvis.
Dawn got the message and began to push harder, deeper and faster as she munched Tara’s pussy, four fingers now up inside. Tara was beyond full as wave after wave of pleasure and release crashed over her.
“Yes! Yessss!” she growled, letting Dawn read her body’s response, pushing her orgasm deeper and deeper into her very being. “Unnngh!” She lost all ability to speak, and was just a rutting fuck beast being pleasured by this cunt bitch. She growled and grasped at Dawn’s hair, humping into her face with her hips as the thundering orgasms fell onto her again and again.
She lay back gasping. It was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. Why the hell had she waited so long for this? Absently, she stroked Dawn’s head as it nestled between her legs. She knew exactly how far to push, and when to stop. It was wonderful.
The crowd around the table burst into applause.
Tara turned her head to see Steve standing in total shock. His mouth was hanging open; probably from the moment Dawn had climbed onto the table! She giggled and blew him a kiss. He gave his head a shake and stepped forward.
“Did you like it, honey?” she asked.
“I have never seen you come like that, baby,” his voice barely above a whisper. Seems like she wasn’t the only one in shock.
Dawn had slipped off the table and stood next to him. Tara reached up and putting her hand behind Dawn’s neck pulled her down. She kissed her deeply again, tasting her juices on Dawn’s mouth. It was yummy.
“Let’s get to the back area, hon,” she said. “I want to return the favor!” Her belly was still tingling, and gave another jolt. She was going to eat her first pussy… and she couldn’t wait! She wanted to eat her out and return the exact same experience. She wanted to rim her asshole and suck her twat dry. The tingle in her belly grew more intense. Her hand wandered down and pinched Dawn’s asscheek. “I want you…” she breathed into Dawn’s ear.
“Can’t wait, hon,” Dawn was fondling her breasts again.
She got off the table and on unsteady legs, the three of them returned to the nook.
Chapter 3
Tara sat down at the end of the long sofa, with Steve right next to her. Dawn went over and sat with Ellis again. The girl needed a little space right now; she had jumped into a bi encounter with both feet and just had her world rocked. She’d keep an eye on Tara, but wouldn’t speak to her without being approached first. So often when newbies try a sexual experience for the first time, they get even shakier if they had a good time.
She wasn’t trying to ‘convert’ Tara or anything like that. It was more like meeting friends at a buffet restaurant. Tara was like someone who had never tried seafood before, and just found out that she really, really enjoyed oysters! Dawn snickered. Seafood? She sat back and started chatting with another couple that was unwinding from the dance floor.
***
Steve didn’t know who was more smoked by what had just happened—he or his wife. When Dawn shoved him out of the way and climbed up on the table between Tara’s knees, he was sure she was going to get pushed off.
And when Tara spread her knees and winked at him with her ‘Happy Birthday honey’… he couldn’t believe it. At first, he figured that she would just take one for the team, give him a thrill, and that would be that.
But then some sort of switch was thrown within her body. He wished he had video’d it, because he didn’t see what it was Dawn had done to her that got Tara going.
