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Summer Skin Ch. 01

By: riverboy



All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional.

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Way after midnight. A summer moon, nearly full. I fumble for the lamp next to my bed, but decide not to blind myself. I stumble through the darkness to the living room, look out the back window, rub my eyes to try and focus. A naked girl runs through my yard.

"What the fuck?" I mumble to myself, my sticky, dry mouth barely able to make words.

I open my eyes wide and blink a few times, squinting as I lean close to the glass. Yes, a naked girl, with a naked boy chasing her. I notice dim, flickering candles in the neighbor's gazebo, with shadowy figures inside. It's the source of the laughter that woke me. A teenage party.

My neighbor's daughter Summer had graduated from high school the week before, and she and her friends were blowing off steam. The boy caught the girl, and within moments she was on her knees, blowing him too.

"Fuckin' Christ!" I said under my breath as I watched them, twenty feet away in the murky moonlight.

It didn't take long for me to realize it was Summer, and a boy I hadn't seen before. Her hands caressed his ass as his whole body moved like a wave from his ankles to his shoulders, thrusting his young cock sensuously into her mouth.

I hear a moan and see dim figures on my picnic table, a girl on her back being fucked missionary by another boy. My quiet yard is the scene of an orgy.

Another laughing girl runs out of the gazebo, pursued by two boys who quickly catch her, and her squealing laugh wakes another neighbor. Outdoor floodlights turn on two doors down, bathing the three yards in a dim yellow glow. It's enough to get all the kids attention. I watch for a while as the party breaks up and then I return to bed for a few hours of sleep.

———————

"Hi Alan," Summer said. She waved from across the yard and trotted over the way young people do, like the muscles in her legs worked effortlessly. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Cuttin' the grass. Damn shit grows like weeds," I said. "Hey can you help me move the picnic table? I usually just drag it, but it chews up the lawn."

"Sure," she said, and we walked around the house to the back yard. "Thanks for being cool last night."

"What?"

"You know." Summer's eyes twinkled with mischief. "The Henderson's had to turn on their big lights and spoil everything, but you didn't seem to mind. Thanks."

"What makes you think I didn't mind?"

Summer smiled at me and I knew she had seen me watching. I guess my dark window wasn't dark enough.

"I hope you don't think less of me now," Summer said, her eyes still twinkling. "That wasn't me on the table you know, that was my friend Marcy. We kinda look alike, but I haven't...done that yet. I didn't want you to get the wrong idea about me."

"No, no, I saw you," I said, and I immediately wished I hadn't said it.

"So you could tell who was who? And what was...what?"

"Yeah, but...it's cool," I said.

"We were just playing a spin game, you know? Marcy and me, we didn't do very well, and we were the first ones naked. Or maybe that means we won," Summer laughed.

"So you have a boyfriend now?"

"No," she said as we moved the old table onto my patio. "You think I'm a slut now don't you, because of what you saw."

"No Summer, it's cool, really it is. You don't have to be in love to enjoy sex with someone."

She sat at the table after we set it down, and looked at me strangely.

"No one's ever talked to me about sex before. No one with any experience I mean. Just stupid kids my age who don't really know anything."

"Doctor Alan, sex expert, at your service ma'am," I said as I sat down across the table from her. Then I laughed. "Not really an expert I'm afraid. I probably know more than your friends though. What about your mom, she never talked to you about anything?"

"My mom?" she laughed. "No. It's hard to believe she ever had sex, the way she acts about it. And my dad, he'd never talk to me about it. No way. How did you learn about it, when you were younger?"

"I'm still learning. It's an ongoing process, for everybody I think. Lately it's porn I guess," I laughed. "There's a whole lotta shit I never had a clue about until the last few years, watchin' porn. Kids your age must be overwhelmed with all that, I mean you must not even know what's normal and what's not anymore."

"Yeah, that's what I mean. I mean what's a normal girl with a healthy sex life? I don't even know. Guys my age, they're always talking about all this crazy stuff...anal and double penetration and gangbangs. I think it's just talk, I don't think they really do it, but they think they should because they see all this porn. That's the weird part."

"Wow, we're really getting into it here," I said. "Are you comfortable talking about this with me?"

"I seem to be," she said with a nice smile. "Are you...comfortable?"

I was glad I was sitting at a table, because my cock was mostly hard, and the shorts I was wearing didn't hide it well. I took a deep breath.

"Yeah. You've always been easy to talk to," I said. "It's funny because your mom and dad aren't really. It always seems awkward to talk with them."

"That's because Mom thinks you're hot, and Dad's jealous."

"No fuckin' way! Are you serious?"

"Yup. Since the day we moved in. Mom said something that day, when you were helping unload the truck, and Dad never forgot it. It's hard for him to forget, because of the way she looks at you. You've never noticed?"

"Not really. I mean maybe a little. I thought it was just the way she was with guys."

"Nope. Just you. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, that's okay. I'm not attracted to her, so don't worry. She's nice, but..."

"So tell me about blow jobs," Summer said, turning the conversation on a dime with that twinkle in her eye again. "What do guys like?"

"Anything. And everything," I laughed.

"Come on Doctor Alan, give me the scoop."

"Jesus Summer, you're puttin' me on the spot here."

"Are you big enough to gag a girl?" Summer asked. "I'm just wondering if you like that. Does it turn you on?"

"Wow. Okay. Personally, no, it doesn't turn me on. If they can take it deep comfortably, that turns me on, but gagging? No. I'm not really into that dominant submissive thing."

"So you're big enough then?" she asked with a sexy smirk.

"That's probably not something I should be telling my barely eighteen-year-old neighbor."

"I saw a youtube where they teach you how to deep throat. I haven't tried it yet."

"There's plenty of time for that," I said. "You don't have to rush into all this you know."

"Marcy thinks I should get a boob job. She thinks my dad will pay for it if I tell him I'll get jobs easier and stuff."

"No way Summer! Please don't do that! My God, you're perfect, just the way you are."

"But I'm small," she said, cupping her little t-shirt covered tits in her hands.

"So what! So is the rest of you. You're in perfect proportion Summer. I mean...I'm speechless your body is so great."

"Wow," she said, looking surprised that I felt that way.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No, it's nice. I mean, a girl likes that kinda thing," she smiled. "So, no boob job, no gagging. I should take notes. Let's see, what are the other burning questions for Doctor Alan...what's anal sex like?"

"Whoa! That is a biggie! I'm afraid you're asking the wrong guy Summer. I've never done most of that stuff you mentioned, and never anything anal."

"See, that's what I mean. My friends all think it so common. So do you even touch it, or like lick it or anything, or is it like, too dirty or something? I can easily see how someone could think that."

"Wow Summer. You realize I've never talked about this stuff with anyone before, right? I'm amazed that we're sitting here doing this. So...yeah I like to touch there, and to lick there, but I've never been with a girl that wanted any more than that. And that's cool. It should be a nice give and take when you're with someone."

"Do they do that to you too? Lick you there I mean?"

"No," I laughed. "That only happens in the movies I think."

"What about group sex? Three-ways, orgies, gang-bangs..."

"Holy shit Summer! You know I'm older than your dad, right? This is crazy us talking about all this stuff."

"You are not older than my dad! No fuckin' way! Really?"

"I'm fifty years old Summer."

"You are shitting me! Holy...!"

"See, now you're all embarrassed because you're talking sex with an old man."

"I am not! So what if your number's bigger than Dad, you're way younger than him, I'll tell you that. You're a whole different kind of person. He's a 'get conservative and forget your youth' kind of person, and you, you're not like that at all. You're still cool Alan, and my dad's not at all."

"Well thanks Summer, but numbers don't lie."

"Fuck numbers," she said with that sexy smirk again. "So...three-ways, orgies, gang-bangs...what's the scoop?"

"Well, now I'm the one that's embarrassed, because I've never experienced those things either."

"Really? Not even a three-way?"

"Nope. Can't say I've never thought about it though. Being a part of a gang-bang doesn't interest me, but a three-way, or an orgy? Maybe someday before I die. Did you know they have clubs for that kind of shit? There's supposed to be one right here in town."

"What do you mean clubs? You mean strip clubs where they let you fuck people? I thought that was illegal."

"Yeah, no, that's illegal. No I mean private swinger clubs. Couples join and they have parties and swap partners and stuff."

"Whoa! I never heard of that shit before!" Summer said. "Right around here they do that?"

"Yeah. It's out in the country somewhere. Somebody's big house I think. And then they do trips and have events at hotels and stuff."

"How do you know about it? Did you go one time?"

"No, like I said, I've never done anything like that. I get curious about it though. There's some stuff on the web. Whenever I see a sexy couple out somewhere I always wonder if they're into that kind of thing."

"Why don't you join?"

"I don't think they take single guys. It's mostly a couples thing."

"Join with me," she said, and the sexy smirk was even sexier.

"Yeah, right Summer! That'd go over big with your dad!" I laughed.

"I'm eighteen, I can do what the fuck I want!"

"When you live on your own you can."

"Marcy wants to get a place with me," Summer said. "She's got it all picked out. It's a little more than we can afford though."

"Did you ever decide on a college? You guys both going off somewhere?"

"We both screwed up our marks a little, so we're gonna go to the community college this year. Too much partying our senior year I guess. We learned how to drink real good though," she laughed.

"What were you guys doing last night? Shots?"

"Tequila baby!" Summer said with a smile. "You like?"

"I used to. It's been a while. Listen Summer, it's been fun talkin' to you, but I gotta get my lawn cut before dark."

Summer got up from the table and walked around and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks Alan. It's nice to be treated like an adult for a change. We'll talk more?"

"Yeah sweetie," I said as she walked away. "Be good."

———————

A quiet knock at my side door that evening was a good excuse to end a phone call I didn't really want to be dealing with. I opened the door and Summer stood there smiling with a bottle of booze in her hand. Behind her was nervous looking girl with blue hair.

"Hi Alan, this is Marcy," Summer said. "You said you like tequila. Wanna hang out a little?"

"Hi Summer, hi Marcy," I said. "I don't know, that might not be a good idea."

"Why, you got a girlfriend here?"

"No, I'm just trying to keep things civil between me and your mom and dad, you know?"

"So we won't tell 'em. Can we come in?"

"Yeah, for a little while I guess."

I watched the two of them walk into my kitchen, and remembered Summer saying that they sort of looked alike. I could see it I guess, they were about the same height and had similar mid-length dark hair, but Marcy's was dark blue with violet blue streaks, and she was a little curvier than Summer.

Summer set the bottle down on the counter and started opening cupboard doors.

"Glasses are by the sink," I said. "I don't have any limes or anything."

"That's all right," she said, taking down three glasses. "We like to just sip on it. It's almost sweet after your mouth gets used to it." She poured about four shots worth into each glass. "Marcy's the one that was on your table last night."

"Summer!" Marcy said embarrassedly, blushing bright red.

"It's all right, Alan's cool. Right Alan?"

"My yard's never seen such action," I smiled.

Summer handed the glasses around and we all took sips to calm our awkward nerves.

"Livingroom? Maybe some music?" Summer asked.

We all walked in and I quickly straightened up a little.

"Swingtime Social Club," Summer said as she sat down on my couch. "I looked it up."

"Oh jeez, " I said. "I never should have mentioned that place."

"Why, you don't think we can handle it?"

"No, it's not that," I said. "So, what'd you find out?"

"You were right, it's really like, for married couples," Summer said, "but I called and talked to some guy and told him about us and he said it'd probably be all right."

"Probably be all right? Summer I can't do that with you. That's just nuts."

"Whaddya mean? I thought you said you were interested in it."

"I said I was slightly curious. I really never should have mentioned it."

"Oh here we go, back to everyone talking to me like I'm a kid again."

"No Summer, it's not that. It's just...that's just a crazy big step for you to take. And it doesn't seem right that I should be taking you there."

"Well he said I can come on my own. You don't want me doing that do you?"

"No. I really don't want you doing that!" I said.

"Fuck Alan! You got me all interested, and I know you are too. Here's your chance to try all that stuff we were talking about."

Marcy looked nervous and self conscious at the other end of the couch, so I took a chance.

"Marcy, help me out here," I said. "This is crazy, right?"

"I'd like to try it," Marcy said. "The guy said the three of us could go."

I looked at the two of them, so young and so naive, but with a deep curiosity in their eyes that made me think of myself at their age, and how I would have loved to have experienced something so exciting, so full of thrilling unknowns. I truly didn't know what to do. I couldn't go with them to a place like that, could I? And I certainly shouldn't let them go alone, especially since I was the one who put the crazy idea in their heads.

"Do me a favor," I said. "Take a week and think about this, okay? Try and think about the possible bad side of trying something like that. Maybe it's a bunch of old ugly people. That wouldn't be fun for you guys, would it? Just try and get a balanced view of what it might be before you decide, all right? Will you give it a week?"

"I guess," Summer said. "You haven't steered me wrong yet Alan. They've got a dance this weekend, but I guess we can wait."

With that crisis averted, at least for the time being, I leaned back and took a sip of tequila.

"We can at least try the three-way thing, right?" Summer said.

"Fuck Summer! What are you trying to do to me?"

"I'm tryin' to get you naked, and it's more of a challenge than I thought it was gonna to be."

"What's gotten into you Summer? I thought you said you hadn't even...you know."

"I haven't. But that's just stupid bad luck. It's got nothing to do with what I want. I don't want it to be sucky, with a stupid boy who's clueless. Marcy, tell him about your first time."

"You don't have to do that Marcy," I said.

"It was kinda awful," Marcy said nervously.

"My first time was pretty bad too," I said. "I had just turned seventeen, and didn't have a clue. My girlfriend got pregnant, her father tried to kill me, she got an abortion and they moved out of state. Kinda shell-shocked me off sex for a while."

"Holy Shit!" Summer said. "And I thought we had it fucked up! That's crazy!"

"Yeah it was pretty fucked up," I said.

"I got three quick thrusts before he squirted and shriveled up like a piece of macaroni," Marcy said, the tequila starting to loosen her tongue. "The guy on the table last night wasn't much better. Summer was telling me what you said about porn brainwashing us, but, it can be good like that, can't it?"

"Oh sure, it can be great," I said. "I think porn brainwashes guys more than girls though. Guy's think every girl they see is gonna want to try all that crazy stuff. That's just dreaming for the most part. I guess there's some girls that wanna try all that experimenting and wild stuff, but most just wanna have nice, fairly normal sex. That can be great too. Everybody's got their own comfort zone."

"See," Summer said to Marcy, smiling at her over her glass.

"See what?" I asked.

"I told her you were cool," Summer said, shifting her smile to me. "So what positions do you like."

"Wow! This has been some kinda day," I said, shaking my head.

I took a big sip from my glass, and it started to sink in that I was about to get very lucky. Numerous fantasies were about to get checked off my list.

"Doggie I guess, and sixty-nine. They both weave into the three-way fantasy pretty nicely."

"So you've thought about it?" Summer asked. "You have pictures in your mind of how it goes?" 

"Yeah, I guess," I said. I tried to hold back a smile, but, no dice. I hope I didn't look like too much of a pervert.

"And?" Summer said, with a slightly perverted smile of her own.

"What, you want me to explain in graphic detail my wildest fantasies?"

"Yeah. You don't think that'd be fun?"

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," I said. "Both of you."

I looked at Marcy and she smiled shyly. It was interesting how she looked like the wilder of the two girls, but she clearly wasn't.

"So, it's you and two girls," Summer said to me. "What's the picture that you see?"

"The girls are in a sixty-nine, and I'm fucking the one on top. The one on the bottom plays with my balls and every once in a while she takes my cock out of her friend and sucks me into her mouth. I alternate back and forth from mouth to pussy until I come all over both of them."

"Fuck!" Summer said. "That's a fuckin' picture! Damn Alan, I had know idea you were so..."

"Old and horny?" I laughed.

"You go Marcy," Summer said.

"You first," Marcy said.

"Wow," Summer said. "My wildest fantasy. It's more than a threeway. Does that make me deranged? It's more of a dream really, but I've had it more than once. I'm in gym class, and Mrs. Reynolds—she was our gym teacher—she gets mad at me for not doing something right and to punish me she makes me strip and she takes me in the boys locker room and all the boys gang-bang me. It's all the nerdy boys though, and they've all got nice cocks and know how to use them. Mrs. Reynolds gets fucked too."

"Summer! Really? Mrs. Reynolds?" Marcy says.

"Yeah. I don't know what it's all about. She's actually kinda pretty though. She straps her tits down for school, but I saw her out at a store once and she looked totally different...like a real woman."

"Wow, I got nothing like a gang-bang in the locker room," Marcy says. "Mine's probably stupid. It's like a celebrity thing."

"When it comes to sexual fantasy, there's no such thing as stupid," I said.

"Okay...well...I run into Ryan Gosling at a shopping mall, and he fucks me in my car in the parking lot, and all these people gather around watching us though the car windows, taking pictures. It's summer time, and all the windows are open. We can hear them and they can hear us. Ryan makes me scream and everybody cheers. The next day the pictures and video are all over the internet, people all over the world are watching it and everybody wants to fuck me."


Summer Skin Ch. 01



"Wow, you guys put me to shame. Those are some real fantasies. So do you two ever think about girls, or is it always guys?"

"Yeah, I do. Marcy's hot," Summer said, suddenly sounding shy, "and older women are super sexy sometimes."

"Whaddya think Marcy?" I asked.

"I think I'm glad I decided to come over here," she said, glancing at her friend shyly.

"Do you think about girls?" I asked.

"Yeah. Summer mostly," she said with a quick glance at her again. "Something about her ass. I find myself walking behind her a lot."

"It is kinda perfect," I said, and I took another big sip of tequila. "I don't know about you girls, but I've never felt such a beautiful wind-up of sexual energy in a room before. Is it just me?"

"No," Summer said, looking at Marcy, "it's not just you."

"There's a whole lotta ways it can be resolved," I said. "Since we're being so open and honest, I'll tell you what I'd like to see. I'd like you two to take each other's clothes off, and explore each other while I sit here and watch."

"Oh you would would you?" Summer said with a sly smile. "Shall we satisfy this gentleman's fantasy Marcy?"

Marcy looked excited but nervous. They both picked up their glasses, clicked them together like old pros at fantasy fulfillment, and downed the last shot or so. Their mouths came together as they set the glasses down, and a deep, long smoldering passion rose out of them into the warm light of the evening.

Their t-shirts were off in no time at all. My first look at Summer's sweet little tits took all the air out of my lungs, and I actually had to remind myself to breath. Marcy had a flesh colored bra on, but it was already clear she was a delectable young thing too. Apart from taking in the visuals, I was trying to process the whole situation, but it was all too much for my boring, middle-aged brain figure out. I gulped down the rest of my drink and sat in awe.

Marcy's bra came off and yup, she was delectable all right. Summer thought so too, and started feasting on her tits like a woman possessed. It was something to see—talk about pent-up lust!

"Don't forget to breath sweethearts," I said. "I had to remind myself a minute ago."

They both giggled and looked at each other, and their mouths joined together again in a scorching hot kiss. While their tongues danced their hands unfastened each others pants.

"Let's do this slow, for Alan," Summer said.

She stood Marcy up and started pulling her tight jeans down. A little purple thong went down with them, and when they were around Marcy's ankles Summer turned her and planted her face in her pussy.

"Summer!" Marcy moaned as she put her hands on her best friends head.

The turn was a fortuitous one, because it angled Marcy's ass toward me. I hadn't had much of a look at it since they'd arrived, and it was every bit as sexy as Summer's. A little fuller and rounder perhaps, but that comparison would come soon enough. As the first eighteen-year-old ass I'd seen naked in thirty years, it was pretty spectacular. I found myself wondering why I wasn't breathing again.

"Oh Summer!" Marcy breathed out, in an oh so sexy way.

I could tell by Summer's movements she was giving Marcy a good tongue lashing, and the blue-haired cutie was starting to moan deeply. Her pelvis started rolling against Summer's mouth, and the muscles in her ass were flexing in a most delightful way. I wanted desperately to hold her from behind and play with her tits, but the time wasn't right yet for the dirty old man to jump in. I stayed in my chair and squirmed to adjust the hard cock in my pants.

"You two are gonna have a lot more fun from now on," I said.

"Fffuuucckk!" Marcy giggled.

"A whole lot more fun," Summer said as she came up for air.

Marcy pulled her to her feet and kissed her pussy soaked mouth, both of them moaning deeply. Marcy went down on her knees and started peeling Summer's skin tight jeans off. Another thong, this one hot pink, didn't last long. Summer pulled everything off while Marcy kissed her belly, and my sweet little neighbor was naked in my living room, looking insanely young and sexy.

"If your goal was to drive me wild, you're doing a hell of a job," I said.

Summer turned her head and looked at me with the most amazing combination of innocence and sexuality I've ever seen. She looked like she was about to say something when Marcy zeroed in on her pussy. Her eyes got big and her mouth opened, her eyes fluttered and she was off to the races.

"Shit Marcy!" she said as she grabbed her friends head. "Ffuuuck meee!"

Her body started writhing, like some kind of spirit was inside her trying to get out. It was impossibly sexy, almost too much for me to stand. I suddenly realized she was a powerfully sexual creature, and the crazy unknown future flashed before my eyes like the best dream ever conjured. And then she came.

Whammo, it overtook her like she was possessed. I'm surprised her head didn't spin all the way around. Her body convulsed and Marcy held tight as Summer ground her pussy hard on Marcy's mouth.

"Oh ffuuuck!" Summer whispered in the middle of it all.

It was an astonishingly arousing thing to watch. Marcy finally let her loose and looked up at her friend with a look of bemused wonder. 

"You guys seem to have talents you didn't know about," I said.

"I sure didn't know about that," Summer said, breathless and still staggered. "That was a first."

"That wasn't your first orgasm was it?" I asked.

"First one I didn't give myself," she said, "and I guess what I thought I was doing to myself was only part way there. Holy fuck! I'm gonna like this shit!"

"Yeah you are," I said. "You really let it sweep you away. That's awesome. Some girls can't let themselves go like that."

"Why wouldn't you want to? That's so fuckin' awesome!"

"I'm not sure I can," Marcy said. "But now that I know there's a difference maybe I can."

"Yeah, it's just mind over matter I think," I said. "Or maybe switching off your mind is a better way to get there. Just let go of everything. Nothing bad will happen when you're floating in that awesome other world."

Marcy stood up and the two girls embraced and kissed like long lost lovers. Summer's hands were on Marcy's ass and they were grinding their pussies together.

"This is so fucking hot!" Summer said. "What the fuck!"

Rubbing two hot pussies together to make a fire is not in the girl scout handbook I don't think, but they almost did it. The whole room almost burst into flames. In the middle of it Summer looked at me.

"Something's wrong with this picture," she said. "We stripped for you, I think it's your turn. Marcy'll help you. I wanna watch."

"I'm nowhere near as hot as you guys, I'll tell you that right now," I said.

"I've been checking you out as long as Mom has you know," Summer said. "This is a big day for me."

"Your mom?" Marcy asked.

"Yeah, she's got a thing for Alan. She tries to hide it, but Dad knows."

"Wow! So you're jumpin' right in the middle!" Marcy said. "That's hot!"

"It's also fuckin' crazy!" I said. "Why am I letting this happen?"

"Hello! Two naked eighteen-year-olds in your living room! And you're horny, remember?" Summer laughed.

"It's not right, fuckin' your neighbors kid, but I've done a few other things in my life that weren't right, and I enjoyed the hell outta them, so what the hell, strip me bare," I said as I stood up and held my arms out at my sides.

"Who said I'm gonna let you fuck me?" Summer said with a sly smile as she sat down in my chair. "I just wanna sit here and watch Marcy take your clothes off."

"Marcy? You cool with having a naked man in the room?" I asked. She answered by pulling my old worn out t-shirt up over my head.

"We need some stripper music," Summer said.

"You look awfully happy young lady," I said to her.

"You have no idea," she smiled.

Marcy knelt in front of me and unfastened my jeans. She hooked her fingers in my underwear and wasted no time pulling everything down to my ankles.

"Fuck Alan!" Summer said when she saw my cock spring up.

Marcy gobbled it up immediately, which surprised me a little, and her warm mouth felt amazing. I moaned, she moaned and Summer moaned too.

"Oh my God!" Summer said quietly as she watched.

She was breathing as heavy in the chair as I was, and her hand went to her pussy. I couldn't quite believe the scene—a super hot eighteen-year-old sucking my cock, and my teenaged neighborhood fantasy girl fingering herself as she watched.

"Am I doin' it okay?" Marcy asked.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I said. I took hold of her soft blue hair and started thrusting gently into her mouth. "Fuck yeah!"

"I can't fuckin' stand it any more," Summer said as she slithered off the chair and crawled over to us. "You got plenty there for both of us."

All of the sudden I had two young hotties sucking on my cock and playing with my balls. I decided to take my own advice and let myself go. The tingle grew inside my cock and flooded back into my groin. When it started to flow out into my limbs I knew I was a goner. I came with an intensity I hadn't felt since my youth—a gushing, never-ending orgasm that staggered me and splattered my young lovers with hot spunk. I could hardly stay standing. Through the misty haze I heard Summer's voice.

"That's how a man does it," she said, licking dripping cum of her lips.

"Fffuuucck!" I said. "That was...fuckin' good...oh my God!"

"You like us?" Summer asked, looking up at me with a sly smile.

"Do I like you?" I laughed. "Oh my God! I haven't felt anything like that since I was your age."

"Really?" Summer said, sounding very excited at their success.

"Really," I said. "I gotta sit down."

I staggered to the chair with my pants around my ankles, sat down and took them off.

"You got any paper towels or something?" Summer asked. "I like it, but you kinda made a mess of us."

The two of them went into the kitchen to clean up, giggling while they were out there. I looked around at all the discarded clothing and shook my head at my luck as the two of them walked back in as sexy as all get-out.

"We wanna do your fantasy for you. The sixty-nine one," Summer said with big eyes and a huge smile. "It'll be like the most awesome way in the world to lose my virginity. Wanna do it?"

My cock was already getting hard, and I smiled.

"Ooo, I guess you do!" she said. "I can't wait to feel that thing in me. Wanna do it right here?"

"Bed," I said, pointing down the hall.

My room was a shambles, but the girls didn't seem to care. They tumbled onto the bed with giggles that quickly turned to moans as they kissed and their hands explored each other some more. I leaned against the doorframe with my cock in my hand, smiling as I watched.

"You gonna join us, or are you just gonna watch all night," Summer said.

Marcy had her flat on her back and was sucking on her tits, so I joined them and zeroed in on Summer's pretty little pussy. She tasted sweet and fresh, like an earthy flower ready to be plucked. Her legs spread wide for me and her back arched up, thrusting her little tits harder into Marcy's mouth.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

Her moans became nearly continuous with an occasional "Oh fuck!" breaking through as Marcy and I drove her higher. She went as high as any woman I've ever seen, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't thrilling as hell being at the controls of such a free flying girl.

"Fuck Summer!" Marcy said, amazed at her friend's extraordinary orgasms.

"Alan said to just let go of everything," Summer said breathlessly, her eyes big and wild. "It's fuckin' amazing. Let him do you. He knows."

Marcy was on her back with her legs spread before I could say 'I don't really know', so I dove in. She had a bigger pussy, with frilly lips as soft as a delicate flower, and she tasted richer, like the difference between regular roast and dark roast coffee. Delicious and silky on my tongue.

Summer kissed her deeply and then went to her tits. Not big enough to ooze off the sides of her, but nice handfuls that I was looking forward to getting my own mouth on.

She moaned deeply as I worked my tongue in my un-schooled way, learning as I went. If the girls knew how pathetic my sex life had been up to that point, they probably never would have been there in the room with me. Truth be told, I had never fucked any woman doggie style, let alone my crazy fantasy of a threeway with the sixty-nine thing added in. I'd hardly had my cock in a woman's mouth before, and never with the woman looking like she really enjoyed it, as Summer and Marcy clearly did. So being in an actual threeway with two young cuties, well, I was just working on instinct.

"Oh Alan!" Marcy moaned.

"Nice huh?" Summer said quietly as she lapped at Marcy's tits. "Let yourself go baby. Just float away..."

"I slipped a finger into Marcy's pussy as I licked her, like I had seen some porn guy do, and gave her a gentle massage from the inside while I kept a steady rhythm on her clit with my tongue. I could feel her start to go like Summer did, letting loose, flying off into space. Her beautiful young body writhed and she mostly held her breath as the good stuff overtook her. Summer's hands roamed all over her, caressing all her overloaded nerve fibers as she flew. It was a beautiful thing.

"Oh my God," she breathed quietly when it was over. "I didn't know..."

"I think you just gave birth to two nymphomaniacs Doctor Alan," Summer said with a sexy smile. "So how do you want me, like this?"

She mounted Marcy in the classic sixty-nine, and even though she was facing me I could tell her ass was going to be spectacular like that. I got off the bed and went around the other side of them and an ass like I'd never seen in my life was wide open to me in all its glory.

"Marcy, don't forget ," Summer said, "you gotta pull him out once in a while, put him in your mouth, and then put him back in me, right Alan?"

I almost came right then, just listening to her say it. I buried my face in Summers ass, hoping I'd be able to last more than thirty seconds inside of her. That would be embarrassing. Cumming hard from their blowjob should help, but I was gonna have to concentrate.

"You sure about this Summer?" I asked. "You want your first time with me?"

"Are you kidding?" she said. "This is so much more perfect than I ever thought it'd be."

"All right baby, here we go."

I let a gob of spit fall on my hand, lubed up my cock, and I pressed it into the prettiest little pussy in the world.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Summer said, in a new, smokier voice.

After I started my way in I took hold of her hips and started to fuck my way deeper. The sensations of my first doggie fuck were mind-blowing. Having her sweet ass in my hands as I disappeared into her, such a carnal vision, combined with the orgasmic rush of her tight little pussy squeezing me like nothing I'd ever felt. A third nymphomaniac was born in that very moment—I knew I was gonna need a lot more of what was happening to me that day.

Somehow I didn't cum like a schoolboy, and what seemed like the most magnificent fuck in the history of the world swept us all away. My cock was under the excellent guidance of Marcy, who seemed to know exactly when to take me into her waiting mouth, clean me off with sensual sucks, and put me back in Summer's steaming hot pussy. The whole thing was dreamlike and frankly beyond belief. So I didn't try and believe it, I just went with the dream.

Summer, with her first cock deep inside her, was lost in her own dream. I knew I wanted her first fuck to build to a big orgasm, so I finally took a little bit of control.

"Can you lick Summer's pussy while I'm in there baby?" I asked Marcy.

She adjusted her position a little and hit the bullseye, immediately setting off Summer's launch sequence. I fucked her deep and steady, my balls gently slapping Marcy's face as she moaned underneath her quickly flying friend. Summer's moans rose to a more animalistic tone, and her little body convulsed. I held tight to her hips and fucked steady, knowing my own time was short. I could feel the big moment rise up in me as Summer's quiet cries reached their crescendo. I was able to fuck her beyond her peak, but only barely so, and I bellowed loud as I pulled out and came, spurting a lighter load onto my two new-born nymphos.

The two of them rode me hard for hours, insatiable young things discovering how awesome sex can be. It surprised the hell out of me that I was the lucky guy helping them with their discovery, but I sure as heck wasn't complaining.

Summer was at my house every evening that week, and Marcy joined us a few times. It was like a crazy dream and I was certain it was gonna end with a thud. But it didn't. I guess some dreams are just plain wonderful.

———————

Seven days went by without Summer mentioning Swingtime Social Club, so I was almost surprised when she brought it up again.

"I still wanna do it you know," she said as she sipped at some hot chocolate at my kitchen counter one evening.

"Do what?"

"The swinger club," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Oh Jesus Summer. I'm surprised your father hasn't caught us already and shot me dead. What do you think'll happen if he finds out you're going there with me?"

"If he's already gonna kill you just for this then what's the difference? I already told you I can go alone or with Marcy. It's no big deal, the guy sounded nice. I just thought you might have fun too."

"Did you tell him you're eighteen? It says you gotta be twenty-one on their website."

"Yeah, I told him. He sounded surprised someone my age would be interested, but I think he liked the idea. He said I have to prove I'm eighteen, and I can't drink while I'm there."

"I'm sure he did like the idea," I laughed. "Well, I can't let you and Marcy go there alone. I'm not gonna let that happen, so I guess you've got a date. But if it's fucked up or weird in any way we leave and you don't go back, okay? Have we got a deal?"

"Deal!" Summer said, and she jumped into my arms. "Saturday night."

"Okay," I said, and my naked nymph smothered out the word with a kiss.

Was a boring guy like me actually going to walk into a swinger club with an eighteen-year-old on my arm? I guess I should be careful what I wish for.



Summer Skin Ch. 02



All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional

*****

Saturday rolled around too quickly. I'm basically a quiet, shy kind of guy, and the thought of taking my neighbor's eighteen-year-old daughter and her friend to a swinger club to get fucked made me really uncomfortable. But I had dug myself a hole I couldn't get out of, and I felt like I needed to keep an eye on them as best I could.

Summer and I couldn't just drive out of my driveway together dressed in party clothes, so we made arrangements to meet up at a shopping mall parking lot.

"Marcy chickened out," Summer said as she stepped out of her car.

Good lord, the girl was smokin' hot. I had seen her dressed up occasionally, at a distance from my house, but close up, in her full sexy clothes, she was a jaw dropper. I'm sure she thought the little red dress made her look grown up, but to me it screamed "I'm a hot teen and I want you to fuck me!"

"I kinda thought she might back out," I said. "I was hoping you would too."

"You party pooper," she said. "If you don't get in the right mood for this you're not gonna have any fun. Do like you told me for orgasms...just let yourself fly free. Nothing bad's gonna happen."

"Hey, if we get there and it's awesome I'll have as much fun as anybody. As long as you don't go too crazy. Please keep in mind that I'm responsible for you. It's important."

"I will. I think it's sweet that you care about me so much."

Summer got in my car and off we went, about twenty minutes outside the city to a very quiet country road.

"He said we can't miss it," Summer said. "It's a big house with lots of lights."

Sure enough, we rounded a bend with nothing around but trees, and there, in the middle of an old farm field, was a huge Italianate house lit up like Times Square. We pulled up where some other cars were parked, in front of a carriage house style garage four times as big as my house. It was connected to the Main house with an enclosed bridge with more cars parked underneath.

"Oh my God!" Summer said as she looked around.

"I guess it's not a bunch of sleaze bags in a dirty motel, is it?" I said. 

We walked up to the main entrance and a well dressed man ushered us in, asked our name and introduced us to the man Summer had spoken to on the phone.

"Summer! I'm so glad you came," he said, and he kissed her on the cheek. "My goodness, you look good enough to eat."

Summer introduced me to Randy, and he gave us a tour, filling us in on some swinging etiquette, since we were new to it all, and the rules of the club. Our first visit was on the house, and then if we wanted to join, the club would take an informal vote and we would have to pay an annual fee of one-thousand dollars per couple. Single women paid five-hundred dollars, but Randy said Marcy could be part of our 'couple' for the first year. They also had special fundraising events during the year to help keep things going.

The house was pretty amazing, but quiet. As we ascended the big staircase the atmosphere changed. I could hear dance music off in the distance as we made our way down a long hallway, and people dressed in their best sexy clothes started to appear, along with some that were hardly dressed at all. 

The rooms we were passing appeared to be bedrooms, and there was already some action in some of them.

"All of the rooms on this floor are for club use," Randy said. "Use them any way you wish. They're all stocked with supplies—condoms, lube, sanitized toys. An open door generally means you can join in if you'd like."

As we passed people in the hallway Randy introduced us, and then we crossed the bridge we had seen when we drove in, to the upstairs of the carriage house. It was a huge open room with a soaring post and beam cathedral ceiling, a large lounge area, a long bar with a topless bartender, and a nice big dance floor with flashing lights and throbbing music. I looked at Summer and she smiled.

"Everything's on the house, but we encourage tipping the bartender," Randy said. "She's a college student and a stripper downtown, so she can use the money. Enjoy yourselves. The best advice I can give new people is don't be pushy. Just let things flow naturally and I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. I'll be around if you have any questions at all."

After Randy wandered off Summer and I had a look around and made our way to the bar. I ordered a whisky and water and Summer got a 7-up. The cute bartender made it look like a cocktail with a twist of lime. I gave her a nice tip.

"You sure you don't want me to get a boob job? I want tits like those," Summer said as she watched the bartender walk away.

"If everybody had tits like those it'd be pretty boring, wouldn't it?" I said. "You're perfect Summer. You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen. Speaking of sexy, where'd you get that little dress?"

"A store up near the University. They sell prom dresses and stuff."

As Summer spoke a well dressed couple approached us.

"I believe you folks are new here," the man said. "I'm John, this is my wife Mindy."

"Hi John. Hi Mindy. I'm Alan and this is Summer," I said as we all shook hands.

"So what brings an interesting couple like you to Swingtime?" Mindy asked.

"I guess that was me," Summer said. "I got kinda obsessed with the idea."

"Really!" Mindy said. "Someone so young? Are you even old enough to think about such things?"

"I'm eighteen. Alan mentioned it to me and I decided I had to find out what went on here."

"She decided she was coming with or without me," I said, "so I thought I'd better come along and keep an eye on her. I'll be honest with you, I pictured something much sleazier than this."

"Keep an eye on her...that sounds like a fatherly thing to do," Mindy said. "Are you two..."

"Alan's my lover, but he knows my parents," Summer said. "He's trying to keep me from going off the deep end, right Alan?"

"Interesting!" Mindy said, smiling at me.

"What a tangled web we weave," I said shaking my head, slightly embarrassed at the situation.

John and Mindy were in their thirties, and quite ordinary looking, but they had that certain sexy aura that some folks just seem to be born with. Charming and easy to talk to, Summer and I both found ourselves swept away.

Still standing at the bar, Mindy's hand found my quickly bulging crotch. As Summer and John watched she went down into the sexiest squat I've ever seen, took my cock out of my pants and started giving me a blow-job. Actually, calling it a blow-job does it a disservice—she gave me a quick trip to heaven and back, my cock disappearing over and over into the sexiest face ever.

As it was happening Summer took the initiative and was soon going down on John, the look on his face telling me he probably hadn't been with an eighteen-year-old in a while.

The whole scene was surreal—people walking around in various states of undress, a throbbing, darkly colorful dance floor with a few nearly naked women in the mix, a lounge area with big white leather couches where a little bit of everything was going on.

Mindy kissed me with a mouth full of my own cum. I never would have thought I'd like that kind of thing, but it was incredibly sensual and sent my head spinning even more than it was.

"Dance with me?" she asked as she tucked my cock back into my pants.

Summer was just finishing off John, and he groaned as Mindy took my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. I'm no kinda dancer, as Robert Earl Keen so eloquently says, but the room was infused with the spirit of sexiness, so I took my own advice and let myself fly free. My sport jacket was soon off, tossed on the pile of clothes on a couch against the wall, and Mindy unbuttoned my shirt. She was a ridiculously sexy dancer—some people just have it—and the music had us bumping and grinding and grabbing in the most wonderful of ways.

I had almost forgotten about Summer when I saw her dancing with John. Mindy danced us over to join them. The music was loud, unrelenting, and wonderfully infectious.

"I think we should get more comfortable," I heard Mindy yell to Summer.

Mindy's hands went behind her as she danced and a moment later she was stepping out of her shimmery little silver dress. She danced over and tossed it on the couch, returning to me like a vision in her black lingerie. Summer smiled at me and did the same, dancing back to John in Victoria's Secret's finest dark red lace. Needless to say, he had a huge smile on his face. It wasn't long before we were all hot, in more ways than one.

"If you want to keep an eye on Summer we can all get a room together," Mindy said over the loud music.

There was a twinkle in her eye that told me she wanted to get her hands on my little nymph too. We walked across into the main house, found an empty room, and Mindy shut the door.

"Did Randy tell you how things work around here?" Mindy asked. "Shutting the door means we won't be disturbed. Leaving it open means we're 'open for business' so to speak. That can be fun too, but if you want to ease into things maybe just the four of us might be better. And Summer, no means no around here. Everybody respects it, so don't be afraid to say it if you're uncomfortable about anything, okay"

"Okay," Summer said, and then she smiled. "But I think I'm more of a yes girl."

"This is certainly turning out to be a night to remember," John said, smiling as he removed the last of his clothing.

"You sir," Mindy said to me, "seem to be the last one with pants on around here."

I didn't see it happen, but Summer was naked. John bent down to kiss her and his hands went to her perfect little ass.

"Are you worried about her, or do you just like to watch?" Mindy said to me as she helped me strip.

"I'm sorry, I'm just still kind of astonished when I see her naked," I said. "She's been my next door neighbor for years, and this all just happened a week ago."

"Oh my," Mindy said. "I can only imagine what seeing her like this does to you. Lucky me, I get to reap the benefits."

I was sitting on the end of the bed, and Mindy went to her knees again and sucked me in. I could hear faint screams coming from a nearby room, but the scene was mostly quiet as the four of us softly moaned.

John backed Summer up until her legs hit the bed, and she tumbled onto her back. He went to his knees like Mindy had, and buried his face in Summer's newly shaved pussy.

"You folks sure do treat visitors nicely," I said quietly as Mindy's mouth swept me away again. Summer giggled.

"It's not often we get such and interesting and sexy couple wandering in," Mindy said, stroking my slippery length with her thin fingers.

She pushed me down on the bed, my head landing right beside Summer's, and she climbed on for the night's first ride. Her pussy was shaved too, except for a little racing stripe of soft black hair. It matched the raven hair on her head that was cut in short, loose curls, and the dark, almost black eyes that flared as my cock filled her.

"Oh Alan! God you feel good!" she said.

She sat almost still with every bit of me in her, and put her hands on my chest. Her hips started a slow grind, her lips parted as her eyes closed, and lovely breathy moans rose from deep within her.

"You don't mind it slow for a few minutes do you?" she whispered in the sexiest voice ever. "You feel heavenly."

I was thankful I came in her mouth at the bar, because otherwise I would have popped as soon as I'd heard her say that. I still nearly did, but thinking about Summer's father killing me saved the day, and I regrouped to see if I could withstand more of Mindy's sexy assault.

"Oh fffuu-uck!" Summer said, almost in my ear. "Oh fffuu-uck!

She was almost choking on the words, so good was the tongue work John was giving her. Her little body writhed in that wonderful way I adored, and moments later she had one of those crazy good orgasms that leave no doubt she's a sexy nymph.

"Wow!" Mindy said as she picked up speed riding me. "We hit the jackpot Johnny. Fuck!" she said as she threw her head back and accelerated.

My hands went to her soft tits for the first time and she leaned forward into them and started fucking more of the length of me with her hips. She looked down at me, her dark eyes locking with mine as the fever in us climbed to the boiling point. I have no idea why, but I was hanging on like a pro. Her sweet pussy fucked me as good as anything I've ever experienced, like those wild sluts in porn, and I rose to the occasion staying with her until an orgasm swept through her, her body tensing, her breath held, her eyes fluttering as her lungs emptied with a deep dark groan. She dropped her head down and kissed me deeply.

"A lot of men can't make me cum you know," she said quietly. "You're on my 'special' list."

As I emerged from Mindy's magic world I heard Summer and turned to see John taking her from behind. She was doggie style on the bed, down very low with her upper body flat and her knees wide apart. The noises coming from her were pure sex.

"God she's a sexy thing, isn't she," Mindy said.

John was giving it to her deep with a bigger cock than mine, and Summer was lost in it.

"Has she had two guys at once yet?" Mindy asked.

Summer heard her and could only groan her approval as her eyes opened and she looked at me. I got low on my knees in front of her, and the sweet girl sucked my still achingly hard cock in, cleaning Mindy's pussy juice off as John's deep thrusts drove her mouth on and off of me.

Summer came hard from the dual sensations and John pulled out and gushed onto her sweet ass. Mindy got on her hands and knees and rolled Summer over. She licked her pussy and then looked back at me.

"Give it to me baby. Fill me up with cum," Mindy said.

John went to work on Summer's tits while Mindy licked her pussy, and I plunged into Mindy's depths. I needed to cum, and fucking a sexy woman I had just met, doggie style like my dreams no less, was just the way to do it. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life, and I pummeled sweet Mindy. She absorbed it like the sexy slut that she was, and soon my cock went up in flames, filling me with searing heat as it burned. Summer came again on Mindy's tongue, and her eyes locked with mine as we both crested the wave.

Swingtime Social Club. The little girl got it right dragging me there, that's for sure. Next time we'd have to bring Marcy.



Summer Skin Ch. 03



All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional.

*****

"Are you fucking my daughter?" Summer's father Jim said through my screen door. His voice was quiet, but I could tell he was fuming inside.

"Jim, what are you doing?" Summer's mother Barb said as she hustled across the lawn. "Don't do this."

She took his arm and pulled him away, but not before he shook his head at me with disappointment in his misty eyes. Luckily he was the mild mannered type, not a fighter or a gun guy, but the experience deflated me and made me feel like a huge ass. I didn't know what to expect next, but Summer knocking at my door cleared that up.

"They kicked me out," she said. "Dad did. Mom's a mess."

"Fuck Summer. I told you this shit was gonna happen."

"I know, but they can't expect me to be a virgin forever."

"I don't think they do," I said. "A boy your own age and a normal sex life is something they could get used to."

"All through high school I wanted to be a slut. I finally figured it out, I fuckin' love it, and everybody want's me to stop? Fuck that shit. I am who I fuckin' am. Isn't that a good way to live?"

"Summer what am I gonna do with you?"

"Let me stay here I hope."

"No fuckin' way! Right next door to your parents? With me? No way Summer, I can't do that. I love you sweetheart, but I can't do that."

"Fuck," she said dejectedly. "I'll see if I can stay at Marcy's I guess."

"Call me and let me know what's happening, all right?" I said as Summer walked away.

———————

Summer stayed at Marcy's parent's house for a week, but Marcy's mom caught them having sex and said she'd have to leave. It blew up into a big fight and Marcy got kicked out too. I reluctantly let them both stay with me, but it was incredibly awkward being right next door to Summer's mom and dad, and something had to give.

I finally decided to help them financially, on a temporary basis, so they could get the apartment they wanted. They both laughed about the 'sugar daddy' thing, but I found it uncomfortable. It was what it was though, and the benefits were addicting. Sex with two eighteen-year-old hotties whenever I wanted—it was a lonely fifty-year-old man's dream come true.

I tried to keep my life on an even keel, working my boring job and keeping up my house. I didn't want the whole situation to go to my head, because I knew it had to end sooner or later. On a day when I was doing house maintenance, trying to keep things normal, Summer's mother Barb walked over, and we found ourselves sitting at my picnic table in the backyard.

"I don't blame you you know," she said. "Jim does, but I don't. I'm actually glad she didn't fall in with a sleaze-bag bad boy type. She used to look at those guys and I always worried about that."

"Thanks Barb, but I gotta say I feel like a sleaze-bag sometimes when I think about the whole situation. I didn't plan it you know. I didn't pursue her."

"I know. She's got a strong sexual will. I used to have one too, and I was kind of waiting for it to find its way out of her. I could tell it was there—she's so much like me when I was her age. There's a lot I don't like about what's happening, but it's a relief to see she has good taste in men," Barb said, with a little smirk just like Summer's. "I'm not thrilled with all the sex that I'm sure is going on, but I wanted to thank you for sticking with them and helping them. I can tell when I talk to Summer, that you're giving her good advice. Jim and I really want her to stick with school and get in a good college. We're still behind her in every way for that, and anything you can do to guide her that way we really appreciate."

"Oh okay, that's good to know. I'm glad to hear that. Yeah, I'll do what I can to point her that way, absolutely."

"You know when I was her age I had a wicked crush on a man in my neighborhood. He was about your age," Barb said with that smirk again. "He never would fuck me, but I did my damnedest. I snuck in his back door one day when he was mowing his lawn, left a trail of clothes through his house and climbed into his bed naked. He kicked me out, although I could tell he didn't want to. We had a nice relationship after that—he helped me with some college stuff."

"I wish I'd had that kind of will power," I said.

"He should have fucked me that day in his bed," Barb said. "God I wanted it so bad. Things are different these days, I know that. Sex is way more open and freer. I'd give anything to be a young girl now."

"Barb, you're not even forty yet are you? Your time's hardly up."

"Ha! Says the single guy with the hot young girlfriend! My time's been up for ten years or more, sad to say. Jim's turned into a conservative...well, let's just say I'm glad I can at least live vicariously through my promiscuous daughter," she said, her dark eyes locking onto mine and twinkling as her mind worked.

"There's lots of way to spice things up you know," I said, suddenly wishing I hadn't said it.

"Such as?" she said. "Have an affair you mean?"

"That's never a good thing, unless you're both in on it."

"Whaddya mean, like...couple swapping? Jesus Alan, Jim would never go for that kinda thing. That's funny!" she laughed, and her eyes zeroed in on mine, with that smirk again. "Why do I get the feeling you know something about it?"

It's funny, I had never been attracted to Barb before, but sitting at that table, right where my relationship with Summer blossomed, she suddenly seemed attractive as hell. It became crystal clear where Summer's sexiness came from, and her beauty. It was not good, a revelation like that. Not good at all.

"I uh...no, I...uh..." I stammered.

"Good lord!" Barb laughed, and then her face changed as she looked at me, like she had just had the same revelation I had. 

Only bad things could come from what was happening between us, so I broke it off.

"I really need to finish cleaning these gutters Barb," I said as I stood up.

"Oh sure, yeah," she said, and she got up too. "I'm glad we're on the same page, about Summer I mean."

"Me too Barb. I'll keep pushing school as best I can."

"Keep me in the loop, okay?" she said. "About Summer, or, whatever."

Barb smiled a shy smile and walked away. I didn't move a muscle as I watched her, her ass wiggling deliciously as she walked across the lawn and into her house.

"Oh fuck," I said to myself.

———————

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Summer said.

I was sitting on her bed, watching her get undressed, amazed at the similarities to her mother that I was seeing for the first time.

"Huh? Oh...I dunno...you're just beautiful, that's all."

I took off my clothes and we snuggled on the bed like a couple who'd been together forever.

"I know you like it here, but do you ever miss living at home?" I asked.

"Yeah. I mean I love my parents. I miss them. My mom's a good cook too. I don't miss them fighting though."

"They fight?"

"Yeah. Not like loud and physical, but...just tense, you know? More than it should be. The more I think about it I think my mom needs to get fucked. Someone who really knows how to give it to her. I should hire her a hunky male prostitute or something. That'd be a great birthday present for her," Summer laughed.

"Or take her to Swingtime with us," I said, and once again I wished I hadn't said it as soon as it left my lips.

"Ha! Wouldn't that be something...oh my God! Can you imagine? Well you probably can, because she's not your mother. Yeah, you probably can, can't you! You son-of-a-bitch!" Summer said with a growing surprised smile on her face. "Are you into the Mother/daughter thing you dirty old man? Two teenagers aren't enough for ya! Huh, you dirty old fucker?"

Summer was laughing as she rolled on top of me, and she kissed me hard. My cock was up and running and she reached back and guided me into her sweet pussy. My perverted mind immediately wondered if it would feel the same sliding into Barb.

"Damn, you are hard tonight! I think you are a pervert," Summer said, reading my mind impeccably. "Holy fuck you're deep!...Damn!...Oh Yeah!"

She rose up and rode me like a cowgirl, her small nipples as hard as pebbles. I had never seen Barb with her eyes closed and her mouth open as Summer was at that moment, but I could picture her riding me nonetheless. Her first good fuck in ten years, and I was giving it to her. I thrusted so quickly and so powerfully up into Summer she just about levitated, screaming a cry of love that thrilled me as we both came simultaneously and melted into a warm pile of flesh.

"Fuck! What got into you tonight?" Summer said breathlessly.

"Did I ever tell you how sexy you are?" I whispered in her ear.

———————

The weekend rolled around and there was another dance scheduled at Swingtime. I had spoken to Randy on the phone, and mailed him a check to cover our first years dues. I explained the situation with the girls, and he assured me I could continue on my own if the girls and I had a parting of the ways. John and Mindy had put in a good word for me, and voted us in.

The girls dressed in their finest 'fuck me' clothes, and Marcy had touched up her dark-blue hair with extra violet blue accents. I must confess to doing a little shopping myself—I wore pants that were tighter than my usual, and a shirt with a little bit of a shine to it that Summer helped me pick out. She said I looked hot, but I'm sure she was exaggerating.

Marcy was amazed at Randy's house when we pulled up, and I could feel her electric excitement as we walked in and climbed the big staircase. We walked past two bedrooms with open doors, and her eyes were big as the sounds of sex filtered out to us. Randy greeted us in the big party room, kissing the girls on their cheeks.

"My goodness, what a wonderful addition to this place you three are," he said. "You're not on the mailing list yet Alan, so you're probably not aware, we sometimes have special themes for the night and tonight's is something we call 'exhibition's at eleven'. In about three hours or so, around eleven o'clock, we open up the dance floor bed to anybody who wants to use it," he said, pointing at a flat, bed-sized white leather lounge separating the bar area from the dance floor. "It's actually there all the time, and gets a bit of use, but people seem to like the show aspect of it when we put a time on it so they can be here to watch. So feel free to partake in that in any way you wish, or just have fun on your own. John and Mindy tell me you two are quite good at that," he said with a smile. "I hope you enjoy yourself Marcy. I'll be around if you have any questions."

The cute topless bartender was at work again, setting us up with a whiskey and water and two 7-ups. It wasn't long before my hot little companions were on the dance floor with two men.

"It looks like our husbands have stolen your women," a nice looking woman said as she walked up to me. Another nice looking woman was with her. "I'm Nancy, this is Stephie."

"I'm Alan. It's nice to meet you both."

"We're dying to know the story," Stephie said. "Those girls you're with. They're quite wonderful, but so young. We've never had any members that young before. You're causing quite a stir amongst the men."

"And some of the women too," Nancy said with smile and a wink.

"The story huh? I might need another drink before I want to admit it."

"Misty, can we get three more please," Nancy said to the bartender.

"I guess this isn't a place to be timid, is it," I said and I downed what was left of my drink. "The brunette, Summer, is literally the girl next door, although she doesn't live there anymore. Marcy is her best friend."

"The neighbor's daughter? Wow. Do they know?" Stephie asked.

"They know we're together, yeah. Marcy's parents don't know about me, as far as I know. And nobody knows we're coming here. Summer sort of forced my hand on this place, but I'm kinda glad she did."

"Really!" Nancy said. "So Summer had the desire to come here? That's interesting. When I was her age I didn't have a clue about anything like this, but times have changed I guess."

"Yeah, I was just talking to Summer's mother about how different kids are about sex these days."

"Don't tell me you're involved with the mother too!" Nancy said.

"No, not really, no."

"But you wanna be, don't you? I know that look," Nancy said. "My, I had no idea you'd be as interesting as your girls."

"Do me a favor and don't say anything about her mother to Summer. She hasn't figured that out yet, and nothing's gonna happen anyway."

"My my, secrets already," Stephie said, smiling and shaking her head. "You are a fascinating man."

"I don't know if we can keep your secret," Nancy said. "You might have to do some favors for us."

"Big favors," Stephie said. "Not only do you want us to keep your secret, but you're also corrupting our husbands with teenaged treats. I think you need to do everything we ask you to do tonight, and then we'll call it even. Does that sound fair Nancy?"

"That sounds like a deal I can get behind," she said. "How about you Alan?"

"More than fair," I smiled. "As long as I can get behind both of you."

"It's a deal then," Nancy said, and we all shook hands. "We're very serious about our deals around here."

Something about the way she said that made me nervous, but it passed quickly when they dragged me onto the dance floor. Summer and Marcy were down to their bras, panties, garter belts, stockings and high heels, and they were surrounded by four smiling, dancing men. Two women, who I think went with two of the men, were dancing by themselves, fully clothed but grinding on each other and kissing.

"I've always wanted to dance with a naked man, haven't you Steph?" Nancy yelled over the loud, pulsing music.

Stephie nodded and smiled, and I got a sinking feeling I was in for a night to remember.

"Alan?" Nancy said, raising her eyebrows for emphasis.

I stopped dancing, smiled and shook my head before heading to the bar. I downed my drink in one gulp and walked to the couch where the girl's clothes were and started stripping. Nancy and Stephie had big smiles on their faces as they danced and watched me. To say I felt like a bit of a fool as I rejoined them would be an understatement.

"Alan, what the fuck!" Summer said as I walked by completely naked.

"Let's just say I lost a bet," I said as I passed.

"Don't tell me you've been making deals with my wife," one of the men said with a laugh. "No good can come of that my man."

After my evil deal-makers got their fill of dancing with me while fully clothed in their dresses, they slipped them off and tossed them on the pile. Nancy, a striking beauty with short auburn hair, was the older of the two, probably in her mid-fifties. She was decked out in high heels, thigh-high stockings, lacy panties and a matching bra. 

Stephie was the more 'earthy' of the two, an aging hippie type with long, frizzy blonde hair. She was probably a few years younger than Nancy. The taller of the two, she was in flat sandals and nothing but cute little pink panties. Her tits were quite astonishing considering her age, big and jiggly, with eye popping nipples. Unfortunately they made something else 'pop' too, and I found myself dancing naked with a hard-on for the first time in my life.

"Nice!" Nancy said with a smile. "I like growers."

As we danced Summer made her way over to me.

"Alan, what the fuck!" she said when she noticed my erection, and she laughed so hard she had to stop dancing. "Are you gonna be all right? We're gonna go party with these guys."

"Am I gonna be all right? I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you."

"Don't worry, they're good guys," Nancy said to me. "They'll look after them."

Nancy danced over to her husband and said something in his ear. She came back with a little blue pill and handed it to me.

"Do I look like I need this," I said, looking down at my mostly hard cock flopping to the beat.

"Take it," she said, with that raised eyebrow look again.

"Can you get me a drink?" I said. "I don't think I wanna walk over to that cute bartender like this."

"Oh thanks Alan, yeah, we'll have another round," the evil Nancy said.

I shook my head and smiled in defeat.

"I made a deal with two evil women," I said to the smiling bartender as I approached.

"Looks like you're happy about it," she joked, glancing at my cock as she took my order.

"I'll tip you later okay? I seem to have left my pockets somewhere," I said as I picked up the three drinks.

Nancy was topless when I got back, and her tits were wonderful too. I seem to have hit the jackpot with the women at Swingtime—they were nothing like the trailer-trash beer-bellies I had pictured at a 'swingers' club. I guess a thousand dollars a year kept out the riffraff.

"We need to get you hard again baby," Nancy said. "Did you take that pill?"

"I did."

"Good," she said, and she proceeded to rub my cock while I handed out the drinks. She held hers up and made a toast. "Here's to the best night ever. You ready for that sweetheart? The best night ever?"

My cock responded and she went down on me, sucking me in deep in one fell swoop. Stephie kissed me, and we were off to the races. It was a deep, tongue swirling kiss that tasted like her margarita, straight up, with no salt.

There were others on the dance floor at that point, all new faces that I hadn't seen before, and it felt ridiculously hot and arousing to be naked in the middle of them, with two sexy women all over me. I almost came in Nancy's mouth, but she pinched me off and shook her head. Oh what exquisite torture this night was going to be.

"Keep an eye on him," Nancy said as she rose to her feet.

She wandered off through the sizable crowd in the bar area and Stephie wrapped her arms around me, the two of us dancing as one with my hard cock between her thighs and her big tits jiggling against my chest.

Nancy came back, stopping to talk to a few women on her way, with a pair of fur-lined handcuffs.

"Drink up big boy. You're not gonna have use of your arms for a while," she said.

"Nancy, what do you have in mind?" I asked, with a trace of concern in my voice.

"Don't ask questions. Drink up, and put your arms behind your back."

"Oh fuck," I said.

I said 'oh fuck', but I was as excited as I've ever been. To be naked and handcuffed in a roomful of strangers was not something I ever fantasized about, and not something I ever dreamed I would enjoy, but after I downed my drink and Nancy clicked the cuffs closed behind me, my cock was as hard as it had been all night.

Stephie's hand went to it, and she kissed me again while she stroked it. I moaned into her mouth as her touch, the smell of her perfume and the loud music swept me away.

They maneuvered me into the very center of the dance floor, with colored lights flashing on me.

"Gather round girls," Nancy yelled over the music. "Our handsome new man is aching to be sucked."

She had no sooner finished saying it when a sweet little red-head I had noticed earlier was in front of me. She licked my chest and sucked my nipples as her hands played with my cock. After a sexy glance into my eyes she descended and slipped me into her warm mouth.

"Don't you dare cum, or you'll be in even bigger trouble," Nancy said.

"I'm supposed to be able to control it?" I said.

It wasn't easy to speak coherently, with the red-head doing me the way she was. My knees were getting weak and Nancy sensed it, so she signaled my new favorite blow-job artist to move on.

Another woman, a heavy-set but pretty blonde took her place. There was just enough down time between women to take the edge off, but I had a feeling I was going to be in 'even bigger trouble' before I got off the dance floor.




Summer Skin Ch. 03



The blonde took me deep in her throat, with her nose against my belly, and when she pulled off she looked up at me, her eyes seeming to say 'oh yeah, big girls don't mess around baby'. I was dying to grab her pretty head and pull her back onto me, but she teased me, nibbling on the tip of my hard rod with her perfect white teeth. Finally she sucked me in, her tongue and throat muscles massaging me like a pro.

She moved off and a thin, black haired girl took her place, and then another blonde, and a short, pixie haired brunette. It was the most astonishing, dreamlike experience of my life, and I was hoping I'd never wake up.

Coming so close to an orgasm with the red-head seemed to temper my response, and I was somehow able to hang on, savoring the extraordinary variety of techniques. Most of them gave me a kiss when they were through, and that was almost as intense as having my cock in their mouths. I found myself longing for the next event at the magic mansion, and the next, so I could sample more of these delicious women's charms.

A dark skinned beauty with Asian eyes was fluttering her long tongue on the underside of my cock when Nancy decided a change of scenery was in order. A final eruption into the exotic girl's mouth would have been heavenly, but I was led away leaving her on her knees.

Nancy and Stephie led me past the cute bartender, who smiled and shook her head at my predicament, and across the connecting bridge into the main house. There was wild screaming coming from one of the closed doors.

"Is that one of your girls?" Nancy asked. I nodded.

They opened the door and led me in. The dimly lit room smelled of sex and sweat, and after a quick glance from the men in the room to see who we were the action continued. The four men who were dancing with Summer and Marcy earlier were all naked, and my girls were in the throws of their first gang-bang. It was a blisteringly hot scene, made more so by the warm temperature and pungent aroma in the room.

"Stand here," Nancy said. "You get to watch."

Marcy was bouncing on a thick bellied man with a long cock and had a short, fat cock in her mouth. Her eyes were rolling and fluttering, and her sweet moans were clear to hear through the sexual chorus in the room.

Summer was on her back, legs in the air, being fucked by Nancy's husband. Her head hung over the side of the bed and a thin man with his cock in his hand was fucking her mouth. Gurgling sounds I hadn't heard her make before were escaping her throat, along with a long stream of sticky saliva that reached all the way to the carpet. Nancy's husband picked up the pace and Summer screamed, the shrieking cry oozing out past the fleshy muffle in her mouth. My girls had become sexual dynamos in the space of just a few short weeks, and the way they absorbed and enjoyed the carnal pleasures of those four men was nothing short of breathtaking.

Nancy and Stephie stripped off what was left of their clothing and jumped into the fray. The girls went right for their tits, and the two women were quickly lost in the ecstasy. It was only a few moments before each had a cock in them.

I leaned against the wall with uncomfortable arms and an achingly stiff cock, watching the eight of them loose themselves completely in carnal bliss. The men shifted positions every once in a while, sampling all the feminine pleasures round-robin style, and all eight of the participants were glistening with sweat. Every once in a while a gusher of semen would punctuate the groaning, moaning chorus.

The room was hot in more ways than one. All those active, sweaty bodies had driven the temperature up, and I was sweating just standing still. My mouth was dry from the alcohol, and my balls were aching for release. I shifted uncomfortably, sweat dripping down my chest as I leaned against the wall. Nancy happened to see me at a moment when she didn't have a cock in her.

"Poor boy," she said in a condescending tone.

She fumbled in a bedside drawer and pulled out something black. As she walked to me I could see it was a blindfold, and she put it on me.

"Maybe it'll be better if you don't see," she said. The room blacked out and I felt her mouth on my aching cock.

"Oh God yes!" I moaned, and no sooner had she started when she stopped and I heard her walk away.

After what seemed like hours the intense orgy wound down. After pleading for a bathroom break I was led to the toilet, placed on the seat, and I let out a groan to rival the men in the orgy as I drained my throbbing, aching cock.

Nancy led me back out into the bedroom, still blindfolded, and Summer hugged me and kissed me.

"That must have been some bet you lost," she laughed. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Never make deals at the Swingtime Social Club," I said with a feeble smile.

"Oh...I feel bad Alan," Summer said, holding her naked, sweaty body tight against me. "You want me to get you out of this?"

"No thanks sweetie, I'm gonna ride it out," I said. "I'm hoping there'll be a pay-off at some point. You guys okay? You having fun?"

"So much fun," Summer cooed, and she squeezed me tight. "I'm a natural born slut I guess. I always kinda suspected."

"Where's Marcy. Is she still here?" I said, turning my head like I could see.

"I'm right here silly," she said from the other side of me, and she took hold of my arm.

"You okay sweetheart? You kinda got into the big stuff right off the bat," I said, and she kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm better than okay. Guess I'm a natural born slut too. I'd move in here if they'd let me," she laughed.

"Time for the main event," Nancy said.

"Uh oh," Summer said. "You're not gonna hurt him!"

"No no," Nancy said. "He'll like it, believe me. All the guys'll think he's a lucky son-of-a-bitch when this nights over."

I didn't say anything, but my heart was racing as they led me out into the hallway, wondering what was to come.

———————

"Oh my God, it's gone from bad to worse," Misty the bartender said said when she saw me being led toward her, handcuffed and blindfolded. At least my cock wasn't pointing at her, but it was plenty chubby and my balls ached. "You must be a bad boy to get into so much trouble," she cooed. "I had no idea."

"I had no idea either," I said with a smile, trying to look in her direction through the blindfold's blackness. "Do they indoctrinate all the new guys this way?"

"Only the special ones," Misty said. I could tell she was smiling when she said it, and I blushed.

"Hey, no flirting allowed," Nancy said. "You've got work to do mister. It's eleven o'clock ya know."

"Oh no," I said quietly, remembering what Randy had said about the 'exhibitions at eleven' thing and the dance floor bed.

"So, Misty's gone, what's with the blushing?" Nancy asked. "You like her?"

"Everybody's got a 'type', you know? She's kinda the girl of my dreams. And she's so sweet."

"The girl of your dreams huh? She's a stripper and a topless bartender. Is that what you dream of?"

"No, that's got nothing to to with anything. It's her eyes. Her smile. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"She's like twenty-five Alan," Nancy said.

"Yeah, what's your point?" I said with a smile.

"That's like half your age, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but, she's got poise and maturity, and me, I'm about thirty-five maybe. My drivers license doesn't say it any more, but that's what I feel like."

"So what else do you like about her?"

"Her voice. The way the words sort of float out of her mouth, real soft, and the corners of her mouth curl up a little bit..."

Nancy took off my blindfold and Misty was standing there, starring into my eyes. She had a look on her face I hadn't seen before, like she was lost in a happy thought. I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, naked and handcuffed, looking deep into her eyes.

"I had no idea you were such a nice guy Alan," Nancy said as she removed the handcuffs. "I mean I sorta had a feeling, but, Jesus, where were you when I was single. Enjoy the rest of the night sweetheart," she said, and she kissed me on the cheek and walked away.

"Wow, you really got to her," Stephie said.

Summer and Marcy walked in from the main house, topless but wearing panties, their sweaty hair freshly combed out.

"Alan! You outta the dog house?" Summer said as she approached.

"Yeah, I guess I'm off the hook," I said, glancing at Misty who was serving drinks down at the other end of the bar.

"He said the magic words and Nancy set him free," Stephie said. "I'm gonna go find her. I'm so glad you guys are part of the club. We'll be seeing lots of each other I hope."

Stephie walked away and left me with my girls.

"Are you guys all right?" I said. "That was pretty intense in there."

"Yeah, it was awesome!" Summer said. Marcy's smiling, twinkling eyes told me she felt the same. "I wish you coulda joined in, that woulda made it perfect."

"Next time sweetie," I said.

Summer looked around. "You know you're the only naked man in here?" she said.

"No, I hadn't really had a chance to figure that out yet," I said as I looked around. "The last few hours have been a bit of a whirlwind. I'm gonna go put something on."

"Just your undies Alan," Summer said as I walked toward the pile of clothes by the dance floor.

When I got back Summer and Marcy were talking to Misty, who went back to work taking a drink order down the bar when I approached.

"You're making quite an impression around here mister," Summer said with a sly smile.

"I could say the same about you two. I've got it on good authority you've cause quite a stir amongst the men."

"Really?" Summer said. "I've waited my whole life to cause a stir! God Alan, this place is like magical isn't it? Thanks for bringing me here. I wouldn't have come without you ya know."

Summer took hold of my arm and kissed me on the cheek.

"Now you tell me," I said. "Jesus Summer, you've got a way of getting me in deep trouble."

"Whaddya mean? You don't like it here?" she said.

"No, it's not that. Your fathers gonna kill me you know, and not just for this."

"Don't worry. He might disown me, but he won't kill you."

I watched Misty's bare tits jiggle as she shook up a cocktail, and Summer's mother's sexy smile flashed across my memory. Summer was on my arm, topless and looking impossibly sexy, and Marcy was leaning back against the bar, her beautiful young tits on display to the roomful of partiers. I couldn't quite believe it all—my boring fifty-year-old life had suddenly exploded in a colorful flash of amazing women and sex. Misty saw me looking at her and came back to our end of the bar when she finished.

"You want me honey?" she said to me.

Slow breaking smiles crossed both of our faces.

"Looks like you two need some alone time," Summer said.

She pinched my arm as she let go, and she and Marcy walked over to the lounge area where some of the guys that had just fucked them were hanging out.

"I could use a drink Misty," I said. "Are you allowed to have one?"

"Sure, Randy and Donna don't mind."

"Donna? Who's that?"

"You haven't met her yet? That's Randy's wife. There she is, the blonde in the fringy thing." Misty said, gesturing toward the dance floor.

The blonde in the fringy thing was dancing up a storm, with a huge radiant smile on her face. A tall woman with voluptuous curves, the 'fringy thing' was a black bra with black fringe that hung to her thigh, with string bikini type black panties underneath. The fringe was shaking and flying as she danced, letting the colored lights play across her shimmying torso.

"Wow," I said.

Misty handed me my drink and clicked glasses with me.

"Here's to new friends," she said, and we each took a sip. "You know, you're a bit of an oddity around here. Most everybody is a 'couple', either married or living together."

"Yeah, well they don't let single guys in. Summer got us in. She called Randy. I don't think he could resist having two eighteen-year-old girls join up. That seems to be a rarity too."

"You should hear everybody talking about you guys. It's pretty funny. So they're only eighteen? Do you ever worry about them."

"I worry about corrupting them, if that's what you mean. Yeah, all the time. This all happened in kind of a weird way that sorta snuck up on me. Summer said she was gonna come on her own, which I didn't like the idea of, you know? Anyway, here we are. I got a blow-job from six women on the dance floor, and Summer and Marcy got gang-banged by four older guys in a sweaty bedroom. It's fuckin' crazy," I said, shaking my head.

Misty went to take care of some customers while I sipped my drink and surveyed the scene. The couches in the lounge were full of people in various states of dress. Summer and Marcy were both sitting on men's laps, laughing and looking very relaxed and happy. The dance floor wasn't full, but it was full of energy, with a trippy techno beat keeping things moving.

"I'm not twenty-five you know," Misty said when she came back. "Don't tell anyone, but I just turned thirty."

"Randy tells me you're a student?"

"Yeah. He tells every one I'm a stripper working my way through school, but I haven't danced in, oh my gosh, eight years I guess. That's where he met me though, and I guess it sounds sexier to have a stripper working here. I tend bar downtown, and I'm a law student up at the university."

"Nice! Good for you. I'm just a boring computer systems designer at Crouchnee Corporation. A cog in the wheel, although I do a lot of work from home these days.

"No way! I did an internship there last year! They've got a big legal department."

"Wow! Thankfully I haven't had to deal with legal over there. That's a good thing I guess, but I wouldn't have minded running into you in the hall way," I said with a smile.

"EXHIBITIONS...AT ELEVEN..." a loud, dramatic voice said over the dance floor speakers, and the music continued on. Small red and yellow light spotlights turned on, bathing the white leather bed at the edge of the dance floor with light.

"This gets pretty wild sometimes," Misty said.

"You've got the best seat in the house," I said.

"Not always. Sometimes people gather around. It's like gladiator sex or something. Fuckin' hot though, I gotta say."

"You ever wish you were a member instead of an employee?"

"Oh yeah," she said with a sexy look in her eye.

The bar suddenly got very busy, and I was tempted to join the girls and their new friends, but something kept me near Misty.

The first brave souls headed to the exhibition bed—the sweet little redhead that had my cock in her mouth on the dance floor, and a man who may or may not have been hers. You never know at a place like Swingtime.

She turned her back to him and he unzipped her little dress and slipped it down her body. She had a dark, freckly tan, and the red and yellow light lit her hair like it was on fire. She was naked under her dress, and turned towards the man giving me a good look at her natural looking tits and big pink nipples. The man went to his knees and licked her well-trimmed pussy, and her eyes closed as she ran her fingers through his short hair.

When Summer told me to put on just my 'undies' I didn't think of the lack of coverage of the thin silk boxer shorts. Unfortunately the sexy little redhead getting her pussy licked had an effect on me, and I quickly found myself embarrassed, holding my hard cock down with my hand.

The redhead pulled the man to his feet, unbuttoned his shirt, let it fall down his muscular arms to the floor, and lowered his pants to his ankles. She pushed him down on the white leather bed and mounted him cowgirl style. She was facing the bar as she rode him, scanning the crowd when her eyes stopped on me. A shot of adrenaline hit me, standing nearly naked holding down a raging, aching hard-on. Her hand went up and her slender finger curled, beckoning me. I was suddenly terrified as heads started looking my way.

"You're not gonna say no to that are ya? She's hot," the woman next to me said.

I was hit with a strange mix of feelings—desire for the incredible woman who wanted me, a need to finally empty my aching balls, and a feeling of not wanting to do anything in front of Misty. Jesus Christ, I was falling for the girl.

"I'd do it if I was you," I heard Misty's sweet, soft voice say.

I turned to her with what I'm sure was an odd look on my face, and she looked me in the eyes and put her lips together, kissing the air between us. It was like it happened in slow motion, all the noise and throbbing music reduced to a buzzing hum.

I turned back to the redhead, who was still looking at me, thoroughly enjoying her slow ride. Her eyes closed slowly and opened again, and her lips went together that way Misty's had. When her mouth slowly opened and her tongue moistened her lips it was all I could take. I walked across the floor as if in a daze, dropped my boxers to the floor, stepped up onto the bed and slipped my aching, throbbing cock into heaven.

The deep groan I let out as her mouth engulfed me brought the crowd into it, with some "fuck yeah's" and other encouragement.

"You go Alan!" I heard Summer say.

I had no idea where she was. I couldn't make heads or tails of anything at that point, so acute was my need for sexual release. The buzzing hum overtook my head again and the bright lights beaming down on me played tricks with my spinning, dizzy brain. The redhead had her hands on my ass and was taking me deep in her throat as she rode the man under her. The pace of their fucking started to pick up and the magnificent blow-job she was giving me plateaued into the most amazing feeling of 'riding the big wave' I've ever experienced. I have no idea how my legs stayed under me—my whole body was as numb as it was alive, and I'm sure the look on my face was a comical as it was erotic. I was lost as never before when the redhead's screams started vibrating into me and the two of us came together, my pumping, throbbing, aching cock muffling her shriek. She took half of my gushing load in her mouth and half on her face and neck, my grunting caveman yell drowning out the buzz in my head as I spattered her beautiful freckles with my seed.

Applause and whistling cheers seeped into my spinning brain as I opened my eyes to see the mess I had made of her sexy, smiling face.

"Fuck yeah!" she said quietly, looking up at me with the most seductive eyes I'd ever seen.

I looked around, trying to gather my wits, and saw all the faces surrounding us, some smiling, some nodding. Gladiator sex. Holy shit.

I put on my undies and walked back to the bar, still dazed and oblivious to the comments coming from the smiling mouths I passed. Misty put a fresh drink in front of me and smiled. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn't, just a sweet smile and a knowing look before walking away to take care of a customer. I felt the warmth of a body close to me, and a soft hand took mine.

"Did I ruin my chances with you, being such a bad girl?" Nancy said.

Her short auburn hair shined in the dim light, and the nice nipples on her bare chest were as hard as I'd seen them. Her eyes were slightly sad and longing, like she was hoping to atone for her sins. I suddenly didn't have a single thought in my head other than fucking her, sweet and slow and hard and nasty. I held her hand tight and led her out of the noisy room into the quiet hall in the main house which seemed mostly deserted. We ducked into the first bedroom and I shut the door.

Neither of us said a word as we took off what little clothing we had on. The room was warm, smelled of cheap perfume and the bed was rumpled. We tumbled down next to a wedge shaped fuck pillow somebody had used. Our naked bodies intertwined. We kissed. It was quite possibly the kiss of a lifetime, my lifetime anyway. I'd never felt such carnal desire pass out of and into my lips before. My cock was somehow rock hard again, and without even knowing how it happened I was deep inside Nancy. She rolled us on my back and I pumped up into her, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss. 




Summer Skin Ch. 03



Her pussy gripped me like a hot, wet hand, squeezing and energizing me with every thrust. Our lips finally separated and our moans were unmuffled, filling the redolent air with sexual song.

"Fuck me Alan!...Fuck me!" Nancy said, her voice soft yet urgent.

I pumped up into her, my hips almost bouncing off the bed as she rose up with her hands on my chest. She looked down at me, her eyes big, flaring with dark fire, her moaning mouth open.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she yelled as the fucking reached a crescendo.

Never before had I held an intense thrusting for so long. My cock felt like it was about to melt when Nancy came, her spastic body twitching as she bellowed a crying scream. My own orgasm hit like pure heat, like my blood suddenly boiled. My hips went wild, bucking without thought, and Nancy's scream morphed into a devilish groan. Without knowing how, why or when, it all came to a stop, our bodies alive and electric as our boiling blood cooled. We lay together, intertwined, as the quiet took over.

"I'm sorry, about earlier I mean," she said. "I don't know what got into me"

"It's okay. It was fun in a weird kinda way. You might have to pay the price though, and let me fuck you every time I see you."

"Oh God yes," she said. She crawled off of me onto the wedge pillow, her legs wide apart, opening her pussy and ass to me. "Like now you mean?"

My mouth was drawn to the slippery wet heat of her womanly core. I lapped up her slick juice and spread it across her asshole with my tongue. She groaned as my tongue swirled and twirled in the steaming wetness, and my hands caressed her smooth thighs. My cock surprised the hell out of me by readying itself for action. I lined it up with the soft pink opening and entered, slowly, savoring every inch of her welcoming heat. I bottomed, balls deep, feeling like I was swelling even bigger inside her.

"Oooh ffuuuuck!" she said slowly and quietly, and I felt exactly the same. After a long, intensely sexual night, it felt like pure heaven to be deep inside her in that way, in the quiet of a warm room, with my hands on her soft, womanly hips.

"Yeah baby," she said quietly, looking back over her shoulder. "That feels so good."

My groan told her how I felt, and she rocked back slowly, fucking my hardness as I held still and let the sensation wash over me. I held my hands still too, letting her soft hips brush against my fingertips.

"Oh Nancy! Fuck!" I said quietly as she fucked me, her pussy muscles squeezing and contracting. "You've got a magic pussy baby."

"You like me Alan?" she said seductively, smiling back at me over her shoulder.

"Fffuuucck!" was all I could answer.

"I thought maybe you only like that eighteen-year-old pussy," she purred. "Us middle-aged girls aren't so bad, huh?"

I could only groan my agreement, and she smiled. I was starting to drip with sweat, and Nancy's back was glistening. She raised up on her arms and arched her back. I started a slow thrust into her and leaned forward, running my hands under her smooth belly and under her hanging tits. I kissed the salty sweat on her back as I held them, soft and warm in my hands.

"God I love long cocks!" she moaned.

I pulled nearly all the way out and gave her my full stroke with each slow thrust, filling her full over, and over, and over again. I was like an old steam engine train coming slowly up to speed, the big piston fueled by a hot fire. I didn't want to let go of her tits, but as my engine got rolling I rose up and took hold of her hips again.

Having cum twice in the last hour I was in for the long haul, fucking at a nice even pace as the sweat rolled down my back. Nancy was lost in that meditative glow that happens when you're in the middle of a long, slow build to an orgasm. The bed was creaking rhythmically and her moans were soft and beautiful. She dropped back down onto the cushion, her head sideways on the rumpled sheet, her mouth curled into a delicious little smile. Her whole body glistened and rivulets of sweat rolled down her back towards her shoulders.

I'm pretty sure it was the longest fuck of my life. It went on and on, with the most amazing slow build inside both of us. Nancy's soft vocalizations and her subtle facial expressions told me were she was as the intensity slowly built inside her. My own body was climbing too, my blood reaching the critical phase, right before the boil. I fucked on, reaching an otherworldly place where I seemed to float.

"Oh my God" Nancy whispered. "Oh my God..."

She was nearing the crest, and her relaxed body started to tense as her breathing changed.

"Oh my God," she whispered. "Oh my God..."

The breath started squeezing out of her through a clenched throat.

"Oh my God," she whispered at a higher pitch. "Oh fuck yeah!"

Her body started bucking back into me, just a little at first, and then a full wild bucking as her insides let loose and her mind unraveled.

"Fuck! Oh FUCK! she shrieked, and her body trembled and spasmed like I hadn't seen before. I came again in the middle of it, my own body spasming uncontrollably.

"Oooh ffuuuck!" Nancy said softly as her body quieted down. "Fffuuuck!

I was still pumping slowly into her, my body seeming to have a mind of its own. My brain certainly wasn't doing the thinking, it was lost in pure bliss.

I found myself laying on top of her, my hands underneath her holding her soft tits, my head on her head, my cock slowly softening deep inside her.

"That, my lover man," Nancy said, "was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life. I've never had a guy hold so steady for so long. That's just what a girl needs."

———————

"Hey, that's not fair," Stephie said with a pout when she saw the satisfied look on Nancy's face as we walked back into the main room. "You said we'd play with him together."

"Sorry kiddo," Nancy said sheepishly.

The music was throbbing and Summer ran over to me, still dressed in her little panties.

"You missed it! Marcy got fucked on the white bed, in front of everybody. I told her I didn't think she'd do it, so she did. It was the biggest cock I've ever seen!"

"She's a wild little thing," Stephie said. "It was quite a show."

"Oh jeeze, what have I done to you two," I said, shaking my head. I couldn't help but smile though.

I looked around and saw her, naked, sucking a guy's cock on one of the couches.

"I think maybe we should go," I said. "It's been a long night. A big night for everybody."

Summer surprised me by agreeing, and she went to gather up Marcy. I found my clothes by the dance floor, and it was interesting how odd it felt to walk around the place fully clothed for a change. I went to the bar for a glass of water while the girls got dressed.

Misty brought it to me, and then came back with a piece of paper with her phone number on it.

"Call me?" she smiled.

"I'm old you know," I said with a smirk.

"No you're not," she said, and she gave me one of those air kisses before walking over to a customer.

"She likes you," Summer said as she took my arm.

"Damned if I know why," I said.

"The same reason me and Marcy and Mom and every other girl likes you," she said, and she got up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek.

"You driving?" I asked, and I handed her my keys. "Thanks Summer," I said as we descended the big staircase on our way out, "for reminding me I'm still alive. Us old guys need reminding sometimes. You came along just in time."

"Glad to help Alan," she said with a smile. "Glad to help."



Summer Skin Ch. 04



All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional.

*****

A horny middle-aged woman wanders around the TV screen in her negligé while a man with a resonant voice tells us we need to "be ready when she is." He goes on and on, and then says, "when you're ready to fuck her with your brand-new super-hard boner, talk to your doctor first and ask if you're healthy enough to have sex," or something like that.

Healthy enough to have sex? Good lord, I was a fifty-year-old man fucking eighteen-year-olds, two of 'em at once fer Chrissakes! Was I about to commit suicide with my pants down? I hadn't been to a doctor in way too long, and I'd always had a heart murmur thing, so I made an appointment for a check-up. My doctor's an old college buddy of mine.

"Alan! Long time no see my friend," John said, and he gave me a bro hug.

"Doctor John! How are ya buddy?"

We went through the usual pleasantries, and he scolded me for not coming in for regular check-ups.

"That's kinda why I'm here. Remember when we were in school and we always wanted to get a couple of freshman into bed?" I asked. "I finally did, and I just wanna make sure my heart isn't gonna explode."

"Well, you've got that arrhythmia, but it's never been anything to worry about. We can do another quick EKG and make sure nothing's changed. Are you getting any exercise, other than your new girl?"

"I've always stayed in pretty good shape, but no real organized exercise, no."

"Well you look good my friend," he said as he poked and prodded and listened to my chest. "Nice and lean, that's good. You're doing better than me in that regard. So what's this new relationship you're in?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Go for it. Patients tell me wild stories all the time," he smiled.

"Two eighteen-year-olds, in an apartment I partially pay for. I go to a sex club with them and have wild sex with women I hardly know. The bartender there hit on me, and the mother of one of the girls is after me."

"Fuck!" John said. "Sorry man, I'm not supposed to swear around here, but...fuck!"

"I know, it's fuckin' nuts. It's all in the last few weeks. Before that I was boring old Alan."

"I guess you do need a check-up!"

"It's funny, I saw one of those boner pill commercials the other day, something about asking your doctor if you're healthy enough to have sex, and I suddenly thought, holy shit, I'm an old guy playing with fire."

"The good news is you're not an old guy. Trust me, I've got plenty of worn out patients and you're not one of them. It is pretty unusual to hit your sexual peak at your age though. Some light cardio between your wild sex sessions might not be a bad idea, some fast walking or a tread mill at home. So do you need any of those boner pills? I can hook you up."

"No, for some reason I seem to be holding my own in that department, which is a pleasant surprise."

"Jesus Alan, this all happened in just a few weeks, huh? You're making me wish I wasn't married."

"You ever hear of the Swingtime Social Club? It's mostly married folks."

"Ha! Swingers? Margaret would never go for that! Not in a million years. Sit right here, I'll send my nurse in to do that EKG, all right?"

I left with a clean bill of health from my old friend, went home and took a long walk. Barb was in her open garage potting up some plants when I returned.

"Decide to take care of yourself now that you're a stud with the girls?" she yelled as I walked by.

I waved and went right to a lawn chair in the shade of my backyard, breathing heavy from the brisk pace of my walk. It was only a few moments before Barb walked over, swinging her little hips more than she used to.

"What are you, into fitness all the sudden?" she said with a smile.

"Doctor appointment today. He suggested it," I said, still breathing a little hard.

"Oh. You all right?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Just, you know, not the youngest guy on the block."

"I talked to Summer this morning," Barb said. "She sounds good I guess. It's hard to get used to her not needing me."

"Barb, she loves you ya know. She told me she misses living at home with you guys, but she's happy I think. They've all gotta move out on their own sometime, right."

"Yeah, I know. It's nice to know she misses me. Its way too quiet around that big house without her. I'm already bored stiff. Guess I need to learn how to keep busier."

"Talk about boring! I just walked three miles at a 'brisk pace'. I don't know how anyone finds that enjoyable," I said, wiping my sweaty brow with my shirtsleeve.

"Want some company? Lord knows I can use some exercise."

"Barb, I don't know."

"What...worried the neighbors'll talk?" she smiled.

"Somethin' like that," I said. "What about Jim?"

"Fuck Jim. He hardly touches me anymore. Maybe a little jealousy'll kick him into gear."

"That's not really something I want to get in the middle of Barb."

"Oh shit Alan, forget I said that. It's just a walk for goodness sakes. So are you gonna do it every day?"

"That's sorta the plan," I said, not sounding very enthused.

"Good. Tomorrow morning then? Eight o'clock work for you? Before it gets too warm?"

"Yeah, okay Barb, we'll give it a try. It'll be good to have somebody to keep me structured I guess."

The next morning I took a shower and got dressed, wondering what I had got myself into with a daily 'date' with Barb. At half past seven her husband Jim left for work, and promptly at eight she was sitting on her front steps waiting for me.

"Morning Alan," she said with a bright smile just like Summer's.

"Jesus Barb, you think you could dial down the sexy a little?"

My protest was about her clothing—skin-tight short shorts, a halter style top with form fitting cups for her nice little tits, a bare back and plenty of cleavage on display.

"Why Alan!" she smiled, "That's the nicest compliment I've had in years!"

I was glad I had worn briefs instead of boxers, because a boner was imminent, especially with the mother/daughter thing rattling around in my head.

We headed off on our walk, talking about trees and flowers and summer vacations. The miles ticked off much more pleasantly than they did the day before. On the way back the conversation turned to different topics, and landed squarely on sex.

"How many women have you been with," Barb asked, reminding me of Summer's frank questions that started the whole sexual ball rolling.

"I don't even know."

"Yes you do!" she said. "Everybody knows."

"But what kind of 'been with' are we talking about?"

"Oh, I see what you mean," she said. "Blow-jobs are sex, right? I can't believe it would just end there though. I guess it does with guys sometimes, but girls, I mean when a guy licks my pussy it doesn't end there."

She had a mischievous look on her face, and was obviously delighted to be talking so frankly. 

"When's the last time that happened?" I said, throwing the mischievous right back at her.

"Wouldn't you like to know. So how many?"

I tried to do a quick calculation, but I couldn't quite believe the numbers I was coming up with. In just one night a few days ago at the club I'd fucked a new girl and gotten a blow-job from six other women. That kind of thing just boggled my mind.

"I don't know, I can only sorta guesstimate. Twenty maybe?"

"Ooo, a man with experience! I like that."

"You can't ask a question like that without answering it yourself you know."

"I hope you like women who aren't experienced. Three," she said, sounding sort of deflated.

I put my arm around her, just for a squeeze, to tell her I did.

"What's your favorite body part?" she asked when I let go of her.

"Ass I guess."

As soon as I said it a spandex clad girl ran past us at a slow trot, with one of those perfect athletic asses flexing in the morning sun.

"Wow, you've got magical genie powers or something," Barb laughed. "Most girls say ass or eyes, but I'm a cock girl myself. Pretty sad that I've only had my hands on three of 'em. It's a terrible thing to have as a favorite though, because they're all hidden away. All I can do is wonder," she said, looking at my crotch as I walked, "and try and catch little hints. Thank God for porn."

"Don't tell me you're a porn watcher! Jeez, the things you learn about your neighbors on a warm summer day."

"It sounds awful, but porn keeps me alive I think," she said. "I've always watched it, but ever since you mentioned wife swapping the other day I've been hooked on all the 'screw my wife' stuff. Some of it's fake I'm sure, but some of it looks real. The voyeur thing when I watch that real looking stuff is just so intense, you know?"

I wasn't sure what to say so we just walked silently for a minute, down a shady street at the entrance to our neighborhood.

"I said too much didn't I? Now you think I'm a skank or something," she said, sounding angry at herself for letting her mouth run.

"Not in the least Barb. It's always nice to find out my friends are just as human as I am."

"We're all human. Deeply human. That's why I'm not mad at you about Summer," she said. "Just jealous I guess. Lately I've been getting that 'life is passing me by' feeling that I always hoped I wouldn't get."

"You're every bit as beautiful and sexy as she is, if that helps."

"It helps a lot. More than I can tell you."

We turned onto our street and went right to my lawn chairs in the shade of the backyard, my heart beating firmly but steadily, Barb breathing deeply with a shiny glisten of sweat on her face and her cleavage.

"Lemonade?" I asked. Barb followed me through the back door into the kitchen.

"Mind if I take a shower?" Barb said when I had my head in the refrigerator. "Ours wasn't working right this morning."

I turned to say 'no way, that's a bad idea', but Barb's little halter top was already off in her hand, and she was on her way down the hall. Her naked back and her wiggling ass in those tiny shorts stopped any words from coming out of me. All I could do was watch her.

The whole 'Summer when she's twenty years older' thing was making a mess of my brain. Actually the last three weeks had made a mess of my brain—if I thought about it all as an aggregate it was too much for me to believe, even though I had lived every moment of it. 

I knew having sex with Barb would be wrong, for so many reasons, but the horny Devil that lived quietly in me for so many years had been shaken awake, and he was screaming in my ear so loud I couldn't hear any common sense. I knew what would happen if I walked in that bathroom, but I did it anyway.

"Here's a fresh towel for you," I said.

The glass shower enclosure had already steamed up a little, but the flesh colored blur was beguiling. It was only a few seconds before it opened. Barb took advantage of her new knowledge and bent at the waist, presenting her ass to me. She kept her back straight and soaped up her thighs, her fingers coming through between her legs and sliding up to her pussy. It was as hot as anything I'd ever seen.

"You musta got sweaty too honey," she purred. "Want me to soap you up?"

I don't know why I hesitated, because I knew there was no turning back when I walked down the hall, but I froze and it was enough to make Barb think the worst.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving," she said, sounding upset as she quickly rinsed off. "I'm an idiot. I'm sorry Alan."

By the time she was rinsed and wiping the water from her eyes I was stripped and stepped in behind her.

"I think you missed a spot on your back," I said as my cock rose to the occasion.

"Alan!" she said, looking like she could burst into tears at any moment.

"Is this okay?" I said before I touched her.

"I don't know, but it's what I want."

Her hand went to my hardening cock as water cascaded down over her shoulders. As our bodies fell together our mouths met for the first time, feeling for all the world like they'd known each other for ever.

It was astonishing how much her body felt like Summers. My hands roamed her wet, slippery flesh, goosebumps rising on her skin from my touch. After fifty years it was my first time in a shower with a woman. Strange but true, and I was overcome with a 'why haven't I done this before' feeling, so wonderful was the warmth, the water, the slippery awesomeness of it all.

"You know I've never done this before, a shower, with a man," Barb said.

"I was just thinking the same thing," I smiled. "Guess were both virgins in a way."

"As if I needed any more excitement," she said. "God you're hard!"

"How could I not be?" I said, and Barb kissed me deeply.

The kiss broke off with a moan. Barb turned around, pressing her ass to my hardness, my hands sliding up her wet belly to her tits. I crouched a bit and my cock slithered through her thighs. Her hands kept it pressed tight against her pussy lips as I thrusted through the wetness, both of us moaning deeply.

She bent slowly at the waist, putting her hands on the wall in front of her. Without missing a single thrust I entered her, the slippery wetness letting me in, into a heavenly, velvety warmth.

"Oh my God!" she sighed as I went deep. "Alan! Oh fuck Alan!"

"God you feel good!" I said.

I slipped in and out through the warm shower of water, Barb's pussy caressing me and silently urging me on. She bent lower, arching her back as she went, grunting as she felt me even farther inside her.

"Oh my God!" she said, her voice deeper, rawer.

My thrusting started bottoming harder, and she grunted each time. Speed picked up and the bottoming became a slap, pelvis to ass, solid hits that forced air out of her lungs each time. Soon I was at a full gallop, holding tight to her hips as my thrusting piston reached full throttle. I held on as her grunts rose up into a singing sigh, finally close, and none to soon as I was nearing melt-down. The sound of the falling water, the heat and steamy humidity, the warm flesh in my hands, the sound of Barb's scream as she came, the feel of my cock gushing cum—all of it overloaded my brain and I fucked as if in a dream, not thinking anymore, just fucking, and loving it.

It was so sensual and hot, I didn't even soften much. My hips went circular, forcing my cock against new parts of her insides. Barb whimpered as she felt it, her post-orgasmic pussy still contracting, squeezing me deliciously.

"God Alan! What the fuck!" she sighed.

Finally she pulled off and turned around, held my face in both her hands and kissed me hard, her tongue trying to snake down my throat as she moaned into my mouth. She dropped down on one knee and inhaled my cock. I don't ever remember staying hard after such an intense fucking, but Barb in the shower was something special, something I'll long remember. My hard length went deep in her mouth as her hands worked the base and my dripping wet balls.

"Fuck Alan, why didn't you ever give me this before," she said breathlessly, and she inhaled me again. "Didn't you cum?" she asked. I nodded, and she groaned as she sucked me in yet again. "What'd you take a pill or something?"

I shook my head as I disappeared in her mouth again. "It's all you baby," I said, barely able to speak. "Fffuuck!"

I felt a powerful need to fuck her again, so I pulled her to her feet and leaned her back against the wall. I dropped and took her pussy in my mouth, tasting the salty, slimy mix of pussy juice, semen and warm water. My tongue rolled around in it, spreading the sexy goo all over her tenderest flesh. Even her pussy looked like Summers, and her clit was right there, plain as day for my slippery tongue to massage.

"Oh my God!" she said in a whisper.

I worked her to a quiet frenzy before rising to my feet, lifting one of her pretty legs high, and thrusting into her for round number two.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she said, with a sexy, closed eye smile.

Inexplicably, I was as hard as round one, and I thrust long and deep into her sweetness. My free hand went to her tits, squeezing, kneading, pinching. I was thrusting up into her as I had never done before, seemingly on auto-pilot.

"Oh Jesus!" she yelled.

I went off again, the feeling rushing over me from bottom to top like gasoline thrown on a fire. Barb burned too, with a twitching, stuttering orgasm that left her limp and breathless.

———————

Barb left later that morning with an unusual look in her eye that I couldn't read. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew a steady diet of cheating with my next-door neighbor was not something I could stomach. Barb didn't seem the type for that either. It felt more like a re-birth in a way, like she was discovering who she was, what she wanted to be. A lot like Summer I guess. A married mother who was in a lot of ways a virgin again, finding her way.



Summer Skin Ch. 05



All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional.

*****

Lying in bed with Summer on a lazy afternoon, I felt like I had to tell her about her mom and me. I had no idea what would happen, but keeping it secret from her seemed like the wrong thing to do.

"What do you think your mom and dad's sex life is like?"

"Probably lousy, if it even exists."

"Do you think of them as sexual people? Can you relate to your mom in that way? I never could with my parents, but that was a whole generation ago. Things were different back then."

"Yeah I guess I do. My mom anyway. When I was a virgin, God that was only a month ago wasn't it? Seems like another lifetime. Back then I'd think about her, wondering how she lost her virginity. It wasn't with my dad I don't think. She had a boyfriend before him, but she met Dad when she was my age. I wonder how many guys she's been with...just the two maybe."

"Three," I blurted out without thinking, and then I realized it was four now.

"What?" Summer said, pulling away from me and sitting up on her elbows. "Alan, what's going on?"

"Your mom. She came to me."

"Oh," Summer said quietly, her shifting gaze looking all around my face and settling on my eyes.

"It's not something I wanted Summer," I said.

"I know. You wouldn't do that."

She just sat there, scanning my face, thinking.

"She's a wonderful woman," I said, "and I care about her, but it's not something I do, getting involved with married women. I don't even know what to think anymore."

"You know, way back when we moved in and my dad and I saw the look on her face when you came over to help us, I knew this would happen someday. Funny how you just know these things, isn't it. I had no idea I'd be mixed up in the middle of it though. I feel like I should get out of her way, like I'm the one who's wrong, not her."

I embraced Summer and she melted into my arms, the heat of her body relaxing my edgy nerves like a warm massage.

"What about your dad Summer? You haven't mentioned him yet."

"I don't know what to think. I love him, but it's not a very good marriage, I've known that for a long time. He must know it too, right?"

"Not necessarily. He might think it's as normal as normal can be."

"I started all this didn't I?" she said quietly in my ear, sounding sad and upset with herself. "Is it wrong that I just want you to fuck me right now? I need to feel you in me."

Taking her with any kind of dominance seemed wrong to me just then, so I rolled onto my back and she was on top of me, her hand reaching around to guide me in. It was the most velvety, delicious slow fuck, like our raw, naked emotions had re-adjusted all our nerve endings to a new setting. I could tell Summer felt it too—her eyes and face were telegraphing the same awesomeness I felt.

"Oh Alan," she sighed as the feeling swept over her.

She closed her eyes, dropped her head, and rocked back into me slowly as I slid deep into her and out again, over and over.

She brought her mouth to mine and kissed me as the sensations built in both of us, the slow sensuality of it taking us higher than we'd ever been together.

Short, choppy moans vibrated into my mouth from hers as she climbed, and they rose to singing groans as her hips began a slow swivel that took us even higher. I floated on the feeling as long as I could, but eventually I reached my limit, my cock throbbing and gushing deep inside her as I groaned.

Summer came when she felt it, every muscle in her body tensing and releasing, over and over again. She was mumbling words into my mouth, words I couldn't understand, but understood perfectly. As she reached the deepest point in her journey she lifted her head, eyes fluttering and mouth open, and she let out a held breath with a sigh that sounded more beautiful than music, more beautiful than life itself.

———————

"I told Mom you told me," Summer said.

We were sitting at an outdoor cafe sipping coffee, waiting for our prosciutto and pesto panini's to arrive. It was a busy lunchtime crowd, the sidewalk tables were full.

"I know, she told me."

"Jeez, I guess there's no secrets anymore huh?" she said. "This is so weird."

"She said it was a good talk."

"Yeah, it was kinda awesome. My first real adult conversation with her."

"She was really happy about that," I said. "I'm glad you guys are so open and honest. I don't know what's up with your dad though. She doesn't really wanna talk about him with me."

"That's the part I can't get used to. She told me she's leaving him. It breaks my heart, but it's for the best I think. Neither one of them's happy."

"Wow. I hate the 'home wrecker' feeling. I had it when your dad came over to confront me about you, and now I feel it again."

"It wasn't you Alan. If anything it's good you came along. They might have been stuck there, unhappy for God knows how long. Everything happens for a reason, at least I think so."

"Yeah, I guess. So she's leaving him, huh?"

I must have had a strange look on my face, because Summer smiled.

"Don't worry Alan, she doesn't wanna move in with you and get married or anything. She thinks you're great, but she's not in love with you."

"Oh, okay. Yeah, I mean I think she's great too..."

"Unless you want her to be. You like her more than you're letting on?" Summer asked, with an inquisitive look.

"You know Summer, I don't even know. Does that sound awful? This past month has been so overwhelming for me. I literally don't know what I think anymore."

"Yeah, me too. It's been crazy hasn't it? I can't even remember how it all started."

"That party in the moonlight, remember?"

"Oh yeah! I gave a crappy blow-job to Tyler, and my whole life changed. Boy, wouldn't those high school boys like to see me at the club with real men," she said, her voice trailing off as she thought about it. "So when's the next club party anyway?"

"Saturday night if you wanna go. But we don't have to go to all of them you know."

"Maybe you don't, but I do. I wish they had more, I'd be there all the time."

The waitress brought our sandwiches, the aroma of warm pesto floating all around us.

"I'm sure you'll help me realize why this is totally wrong," Summer said, "but what if we bring Mom to the club. I think jumping out into the fast lane might be good for her. It was for me."

I stopped mid-bite and put my sandwich back on my plate. I was ready to give Summer my big, educated reply of why that was the most ridiculous idea ever, but the words never formed. "Wouldn't that be weird for you?" was all that came out.

Summer chewed her mouthful as she thought about it, and wiped her lips with her napkin.

"Weird, but kind of exciting," she said. "Is that sick? I mean I don't know If I'd want her to see me like that, but I'd kinda love to see her like that, showing herself off and feeling good about it. It's done more for my self confidence than anything else in my life. She's at a low point right now, not feeling good about herself except with you. It might be the perfect thing for her. Or maybe not."

"Damn Summer. You got a way of talking me into shit," I said.

"It's probably crazy, right?" Summer said. "I'd hate to mess up my own experience there. I'm just finding my way, and I love it, but she's at a big crossroads in her life, it might be really good for her. How come you're not arguing with me?"

"Because I'm not sure you're wrong. As crazy as this is, let's think about it for a minute. How would we even bring it up to her? I'm not sure I want her to know that I have anything to do with taking you to that place."

"Yeah, it's not really a subject I thought I'd be discussing with her. 'Hey Mom, four middle-aged men gang-banged me last night. They had super nice cocks'," Summer laughed, and an older woman at the table next to us gave me a dirty look.

"Yeah, I think we better let sleeping dogs lie, unless something changes drastically."

"How come you never called Misty," Summer asked.

"As if I don't have enough crazy shit going on in my life."

"You like her don't you? She probably feels bad. Girls like her don't just give out their phone numbers to anyone you know."

"Really? I thought she was just humoring me. And yeah, for the record I like her a lot. But it's insane Summer, with you and your mom."

"I guess," Summer said. "What are you gonna tell her when you see her? You know, I had a dream about her...I had her tits in my hands and I was kissing her."

The old lady next to us made a grumbling noise to get our attention again.

"Maybe we should talk about the weather Summer."

"Why, you gettin' hard? You gettin' a big ol' hard-on you wanna rub all over me?" she smiled, clearly happy she was making the old lady uncomfortable.

"You do make life interesting," I said, smiling and shaking my head.

———————

I walked into the Swingtime mansion with a very nervous Barb on my arm. I had called Randy to make sure the change of companion was okay with him, and he assured me it was.

A few days before, Summer had come right out and told her mom about the club and our experiences there. I wasn't there to hear the conversation, but Summer told me it wasn't a big deal, which surprised her a little. I guess Summer got her open-mindedness and spirit of adventure from her mom.

Not surprising, to me at least, was that Summer opted out of accompanying her mother to the club. She basically chickened out, which was fine with me. I think it would have been uncomfortable for all of us if they'd been there together. Of course Summer wasn't about to give it up completely, she just wanted her mom to get her feet wet and hopefully fall in love with the place the way she had.

Meanwhile, on the day Summer and I were discussing things at the cafe, Barb consulted with a lawyer and filled for divorce. She moved in with her sister temporarily, until she could get her bearings. Barb's husband Jim had already talked to a realtor, and there was a For Sale sign in front of their house. The whole world seemed to be moving at an insanely fast pace, teetering on the brink of out-of-control, and I seemed to be at the center of it all. My formerly quiet life was anything but.

Barb and I walked up the big staircase and down the hall with all the bedrooms. There was some action already as we passed open doors. Barb held my arm tighter and glanced over at me.

"An open door means you can join in if you want," I said.

She gave me a nervous look, and we crossed over into the main party room in the carriage house. The music had a nice old school beat, and several couples were dancing. A few others were milling around the lounge area. Randy came over to greet us.

"Randy, this is Barb, Summer's mother," I said.

"Barb! Delighted to meet you! Summer was like a breath of fresh air here. We all love her. And I can see where she got her looks from. Were so glad to have you join us. If you have any questions or concerns don't be afraid to ask Donna or me. I hope you have a wonderful time," he said, kissing Barb on the cheek before he left us.

"Well that's a charming man," Barb said, her nervous face loosening into a small smile. "Is he..."

"Fuckable? I don't know why not. I doubt they'd run this place without participating. There's some kind of loose rules about consulting with the spouse, but I haven't seen that happening much. Everybody's just sorta relaxed and having fun, which is nice. Come on, I'll introduce you to my favorite bartender."

"Don't tell me...your dog ate your phone," Misty said with a smirk as we approached.

"Hi Misty. This is Barb. She's Summer's mom."

"No way! It's nice to meet you Barb! God, you look too young to have a daughter as sexy as Summer."

"Hi Misty. I hate to put you to work right away, but I could really use a Jack and Coke," Barb said.

"Sure, and a whiskey and water for my favorite old guy," Misty said, sticking her tongue out at me with a smile in her eyes.

"Looks like you've made quite an impression around here," Barb said to me.

"I didn't mean to. It just kinda happened," I smiled.

Barb took a healthy gulp of her drink as soon as she got it. Moments later she was asked to dance by a good looking younger guy, and she was gone, dancing under the colored lights to a Talking Heads song.

I sipped my drink and watched her, the little summer dress she had chosen for the night twirling up as she danced, showing off her sexy legs. There was no sign of the nerves she had when we walked in—her pretty face was transitioning from one smile to the next almost uninterrupted. It's a beautiful, radiant smile, and ever since she made the decision to file for divorce it graced her pretty face much more often.

"Is she the reason you didn't call me?" Misty asked, diverting my attention from Barb.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry Misty. To be honest I didn't think you could seriously be interested in me. There's quite a bit of age difference, and you're so...you could have anybody."

"Ha! It's so funny when guys assume that. Maybe if I walked around like this all the time, topless and smiling, but that's not the real world Alan. I haven't had a date with someone nice, like you, in a long time. But if you're not interested that's fine. Just tell me so I can stop thinking about you, okay?"

"I'm very interested, but you should know the whole story. I guess that's really why I didn't call, my life's sorta crazy right now. To be honest with you, it's kind of embarrassing. I'm not a 'ladies man' or a 'player', but in the last month all this crazy shit has happened. So, I'll lay it out for you and you can decide if we have a date, okay?"

"Deal. Hang on a minute, I gotta make a few drinks."

I watched Barb twirling and laughing while Misty shook up some cocktails. She saw me looking and ran over to down the rest of her drink.

"Fun so far! He's cute, right?" she said, and she danced her way back onto the floor.

"All right, lay it out brother," Misty said with a smile.

"I'm fifty-years-old," I said, pausing to see if she flinched. She didn't. "I'm a mild-mannered computer systems designer who works from home a lot, house in the 'burbs, push lawnmower, the whole bit. Hadn't had a date in over a year, that kinda guy. My next-door neighbors have a cute teenaged daughter. She turns eighteen, decides she needs an adult to talk frankly to about sex because she's a virgin, I make the mistake of falling into her comely trap, her best friend joins in, they trick me into bringing them here because I'm worried about them coming alone, I help them get an apartment and have sex with them regularly, her mother, who I guess has had a thing for me decides to join me on my morning walks, I fall into her comely trap, she files for divorce and moves out, the husband puts the house up for sale, the daughter tell her mother about this place and I bring her here tonight."

"Holy shit," Misty laughed. "That's a busy month! Lucky for you I'm pretty busy with school and two jobs, so you'll have lots of time to keep up with all that craziness between our dates. Don't leave here without giving me your phone number. I've always had a thing for mild-mannered computer systems designers. And since we're being so open with each other, I like girls too, so..."

She winked and walked away to take care of a customer. I stood stunned for a minute or two, amazed that she really was interested in me.

"It's Alan isn't it?" a woman's voice said.

I turned to see one of the women who had been part of the wonderful tag-team blow-job on the dance floor the week before. A thin, wiry girl, with black hair that fell in waves to her shoulders, her eyes twinkled in the dim light as she looked at me.

"Hello!" I said. "Yes, Alan. And you are?"

"Margo. We sort of met last week," she said, with a mischievous smile.

"Yes we did," I said with a smile. "In a most pleasurable way as I recall."

"Yes, it was nice. I'm always surprised by this place, what happens here and what I'm capable of."

"You know, I know nothing about the history of this place, how long it's been here, who the experienced people are. Have you been coming long?"

"My husband and I, he's the one dancing with your girl, we joined back in the spring. I think the club got started ten years ago, or something like that. Randy and Donna have been behind it from the start, but it was on a much smaller scale until two years ago when they built this house."

"I'll be honest with you, I never dreamed I'd be at a place like this. My young friend Summer, she sorta twisted my arm to get me to bring her. I'm glad I did."

"It seems you have a new woman with you every time you come. First Summer, then Summer and Marcy, and now..."

"Barb. She's Summer's mother, believe it or not."

"Summer's mother! Wow, you're full of surprises. Does Summer know?"

"Oh yeah, it was her idea. Barb's in the middle of a divorce, with a lot of low self esteem and poor sex-life issues, so Summer thought this would be good for her. Barb was really nervous about it, but your husband seems to have relaxed her."

"He'll do more than that to her if she lets him. As soon as she walked in his eyes latched on and wouldn't let go," Margo laughed. "I can certainly see the resemblance to Summer now that you've told me who she is. It's uncanny isn't it, the way they move and their bodies. So similar."

"What's your husband's name?"

"David. I guess you weren't here when it happened, but Marcy took him by the hand and had her way with him on the white lounge last week, in front of everybody. It was without doubt the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"Oh, I heard a little about that. Summer said it was the biggest cock she'd ever seen," I laughed.

"He is well endowed," she smirked. "I hope that doesn't scare Barb, if she's nervous at all."

"She's a lot like Summer, so she'll take it all in stride I think."

"Did you want to stay with her? Maybe the four of us could get a room."

"That sounds wonderful Margo. Let me run it by her and see what she's most comfortable with."

My phone buzzed with a text from Summer...

Driving me crazy not being there. What's happening?

I replied...

Remember the biggest cock you ever saw? She's dancing with him.

OMG! was Summers reply.

I managed to get a few minutes alone with Barb and ran Margo's proposition by her. No time was wasted and we were in the throws of it, four naked bodies satisfying each others carnal desires in a red room on a pink bedspread.

David's cock was a big one — porn star big — and Barb was worshiping it with her mouth and hands, like it was a moment in time she had to make the most of. A long thread of saliva hung from her lower lip as she worked the thick, long shaft, and her eyes flashed with lust when they met mine for a moment.

Margo moved me to the bottom of a sixty-nine, engulfing my face with her pussy and ass. She smelled heavenly and tasted even better, like pure sex, with a dash of cinnamon and lavender. The room was warm, as they always seemed to be, and our skin soon had the smooth sheen of perspiration that feels so good under the hands.

With my face buried the way it was in Margo's sweet ass, I lost track of Barb until David's big cock slid into her tight pussy. She let out a shrieky moan that probably turned some heads out at the bar, followed by a series of short, sharp cries that would have won a pig holler at the State Fair.

"Easy big boy!" Margo said to her husband. "She's new here you know."

"No! Give it to me! Fuckin' give it to me!" Barb shrieked.

David did. I looked around Margo's creamy white thigh and saw Barb, on her knees with her ass in the air, head just above the pink bedspread. She squeezed the fabric in her white-knuckled fists as David pummeled her from behind, his long, fat shaft reaming her soft pink hole like never before. He was soon up to a blur of a pace, taking Barb on a wild ride.




Summer Skin Ch. 05



Margo took my cock out of her mouth and watched too, stroking my length slowly as the steamy hot scene played out next to us. 

Barb was flying. She screamed and thrashed, riding the wild beast within her on pure instinct, every muscle and every nerve in her body electrified, charged and overloaded. David somehow maintained the blistering pace, like some sort of fuck machine from another planet, while Barb climbed toward the biggest orgasm of her life. The two of them crested the wave together, like a scene from a perfectly scripted dirty movie, electrifying the room with their howls and shrieks as they came, their bodies grinding, slapping and thrusting until their flesh virtually melted together.

"That was fuckin' hot!" Margo said.

The scent of her sex drew my mouth back to her pink sweetness, and she sucked me back in with a moan.

Margo and I had a lovely sensual fuck, with her on top, but she seemed most interested in making Barb's first group sex experience wonderful, and that was fine with me. Barb was the lucky center of attention for hours, the three of us giving her everything she wanted, every way she wanted it. She was particularly fond of the classic 'spit roast', both on her back and on her knees, with Margo taking wonderful, loving care of her pretty tits as we men gave it to her from both ends.

We ended the night with a variation on the theme—David, on his back with Barb on her back on top of him, his long cock slithering into her red, well-fucked pussy. My cock was in her mouth, my hands on her tits, and Margo gently licked her tender, overstimulated clit. It was all slow and gentle, and it took Barb on one last trip to another world, her lovely body writhing slowly and beautifully as she lost herself in it.

"Oh my God," she said quietly, gathering her wits when it was over. "I don't wanna go back to real life."

————————

We've created a monster, Summer texted the next day.

I called her to talk it over with her.

"She loved it as much as I did that first time," Summer said. "And that David guy, oh my God!"

"Yeah, he's good, I must say. If I was a woman I'd be all over that. I hope she wasn't spoiled right off the bat."

"She want's to go back, and I do too," Summer said. "I guess I knew this was gonna happen. Gonna have to suck it up and go for it, right?"

"I guess. It's the weirdest shit I ever thought was gonna happen with my next door neighbors, that's for sure."

"I know, right? Wow, it's trippy. Who needs drugs, right?"

———————

I called Misty that evening. She was home studying, on a rare night off. We had the sweetest, most magical phone call I've ever experienced. The rest of the week she was booked solid with school, studying and work. We met for lunch twice, but getting together in a more serious way was elusive, both of us seemingly wanting to take things slow.

The weekend rolled around, another club event loomed, and both Summer and Barb wanted to go. Misty convinced me to just go with the flow and not be nervous about it. Any awkwardness would be between the two of them, she said, and I should just have fun.

My suddenly crazy life was rolling along as crazy as ever.



Summer Skin Ch. 06



All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional.

*****

Saturday night at Swingtime Social Club. A fifty-year-old computer systems designer from the suburbs walks in with three hot women on his arm. Wait, what? I had never even had a dream that good, but there I was, the doorman smiling at me like it was totally normal.

Misty greeted us with a big smile from behind the bar. I must admit, seeing her there wearing nothing but lacy red panties struck me differently that time. My growing feelings for her were having an effect, that's for sure. It didn't take long though for everything to feel remarkably normal. Funny how the brain gets used to crazy things.

It was a small crowd on that particular night. I wasn't sure if that would make things more or less awkward for Summer and her mom. Letting their sexuality loose in front of each other would be an interesting thing to observe, that was for sure. Having Marcy there buffered the situation a little, and she and Summer wandered over to the lounge couches to chat with a few of their friends. 

"Damn!" Barb said quietly.

She was looking over at the dance floor, where a woman in nothing but panties and high heels was taking a hard cock in her mouth. She had just pulled the pants down the man's gyrating hips, and he was thrusting into her mouth to the beat of the throbbing techno music.

"Does that happen often?" she asked. "Right out here in the open?"

"Oh yeah, it's pretty free and open around here," I said. "You didn't see any of that last time, huh?"

"No," she said quietly. "Fuck! I never realized I was a voyeur before. That's hot!"

"Maybe you're an exhibitionist too," I smirked. "You could go help that girl out. Two mouths are better than one you know."

"That'd be a little presumptuous, don't you think?"

"I do not think that, no. I was the happy recipient of a six-way blow job on that very floor a few weeks ago."

"No way! Holy shit, no wonder you like this place."

"He was a happy camper that night," Misty said, overhearing our conversation as she mixed some drinks.

"If you really wanna go for it, that's what that white flat couch at the edge of the dance floor is for. They have an 'exhibitions' night every once in a while. That's where Marcy and David got together. I missed it, but I hear it was smokin' hot."

"Right out here in front of everybody?" Barb asked, her eyes huge. "With David's huge cock? Oh my god! Marcy?"

"Yup, it was a big crowd that night too. I kinda wish I had seen it."

"Me too," Barb said. "Is that sick?"

"You're gonna have to get over those kinds of questions and feelings pretty quick if this is gonna work. Take a look over there..."

I gestured to the lounge area, where Summer and Marcy were each on their knees on the floor, between the legs of two men leaning back languidly on the white leather couch. Each girl was working a stiff cock, practicing their budding blow-job skills.

"Okay, this is suddenly getting very real," Barb said, looking on in fascination as her daughter blew a middle-aged guy.

"You know, if you don't like this we can go get dinner or something, and pick them up later."

"No, I'm fine," she said, still mesmerized at the sight. 

After some quiet observation she turned back toward the bar and took a big gulp of her drink.

"Yup, this is a night to remember," she said. "Dance?"

We hit the floor and the flashing lights and throbbing music swept her mind off her daughter's sexuality. Dancing near a naked man was a good distraction too.

Barb had dressed to impress, in spiky high heels and a short black dress that flared at the bottom. It moved beautifully when she danced, showing off the tops of her thigh high stockings.

She had soon relaxed to the point where her smile was that lovely, radiant thing again. Summer snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms around her sexy mother's waist. They danced as one with synchronized hips before breaking apart, trying to out gyrate each other as they laughed. The similarity of their bodies, their faces and their laughs was almost uncanny, and quite a few of the men in the room took notice.

Marcy joined us, and soon she and Summer where doing a striptease as they danced. Barb didn't join in, but the smile never left her face as she danced. Not surprisingly, a few men and two couples joined us under the flashing colored lights.

Summer and Marcy got down to nothing but their panties as the heat rose on the dance floor. Summer, with a wicked little smile on her face, danced around behind her mother and pulled down the zipper on her dress. 

"No, I can't," Barb said to her over the throbbing music.

"Yes!" Summer yelled. "It feels so fuckin' good! You'll love it!"

Barb danced on for a minute or two, her dress loose and open in the back, like she was getting used to the water. Two of the other older women stripped to their lingerie, and one of them took off her bra, letting out a huge pair of tits, swinging and swaying to the beat.

I saw Barb say something in Summer's ear, and Summer responded by taking off her panties. Barb's eyes got huge as she watched her now completely naked daughter dance to the increasingly intense beat. As soon as Marcy saw Summer, her panties came off too.

"This is fuckin' crazy!" Barb yelled in my ear. "Here goes nothin'!"

She seductively lowered her little dress, revealing the fact that she had worn no underwear other than the thigh-high stockings. She stepped out of the dress and tossed it aside with all the other clothes, resuming her dancing a bit more nervously, with a deep blush on her face and chest. She had done some landscaping since I had last seen her—her pretty little pussy was mostly bare.

"You look fuckin' hot!" I said, smiling my approval.

Before long she was relaxed and smiling again. The big-titted woman pulled one of the men over to the white lounge next to the dance floor, and his still dancing hips levered his hard cock in and out of her mouth. Before long she was on her back, her panties pulled aside so the man's tongue could dance on her clit. She was a vocal woman, encouraging him with her shrieks and loud moans.

It didn't take long for more action to break out all around us—women on their knees giving blow-jobs, men on their knees licking pussies, one couple fucking in the middle of it all, the woman bent over as the man held her arms and thrust into her from behind. The entire dance floor had turned into a wild orgy. 

As the lights flashed and the music throbbed, Summer and Marcy started to undress me. I looked to see Randy, the owner of the club, dancing with Barb. She had been impressed with his handsome charm when she first met him the week before, and now she was encouraging him to lose his clothes as they danced.

Randy's wife Donna joined the fray, looking more than a little like a sex-goddess in her leopard print lingerie. To my great delight, she joined Summer and Marcy, putting her arms around the two girl's shoulders as they danced with the newly-naked me. With all the action happening around me, I was hard as a rock. Donna's soft hand found my cock and felt heavenly as we danced.

Things escalated rapidly between Barb and Randy. Not long after she got him naked she was on her back on the white leather, next to the big-titted woman who was on her hands and knees being thoroughly fucked. Randy's tongue found Barb's newly shaved pussy, and I could hear her distinct vocalizations over the music.

The man fucking the big-titted woman yielded to a tap on the shoulder, another man plunging in as she yelled out. Donna had me deep in her expert mouth, doing things with her throat muscles I didn't realize were doable.

I caught sight of Summer and Marcy. The two men they were blowing earlier were naked, as most everyone was at that point, and they had joined the rapidly escalating orgy. The two girls were being fucked hard by them—Summer bent over with her hands on her knees and Marcy with her legs around her man's waist and her arms holding on for dear life around his neck as he thrust up into her.

Donna, ready for more, led me to the big white lounge next to Barb and the big-titted woman. Randy had Barb's legs against his chest and was just entering her as we arrived. Donna quickly shed her bra and panties, pushed me down and mounted me. Her tits were nothing short of perfection—soft and real and firm and just amazing looking. She either loved having my cock in her or was a fabulous actress. She seemed to be truly loving it.

"This is a first you know, this much action breaking out in the Great Room," Donna said in my ear as her hips started to fuck me. "I don't think it's a coincidence it's on a night you and your girls are here."

She smiled as she sat up on me, grinding her hips as she looked around.

"God I love it!" she said to no one in particular.

The room was pulsing with sexual activity, the loud, powerful beat of the music driving the frenzy higher and higher.

A man stood next to Donna and thrust his cock into her mouth as she bounced on me, the fever within her quickly reaching the boiling point.

"Ohh fuuuck yeeeaahh! she yelled.

She stroked the cock in her hand wildly as she grunted and groaned, her perfect tits flailing wildly as she came hard. 

Orgasmic noises, both male and female, where coming from all over the room, one climax seemingly triggering another. Barb seemed to be in another long, sustained orgasm, like she was the week before with David, as Randy held on for a long, hot pummeling. When her screams finally subsided a little he pulled out, she rolled onto her knees, and Randy and the guy next to him switched places. Randy sunk his cock into the big-titted woman and the mystery man slapped hard into Barb, bringing her back on-boil to a howling scream.

It was a true orgy, any sense of 'partners' was obliterated as anybody and everybody was swapping to and fro. I got up when Donna moved on, and Summer joined her mother, on her knees as Barb was, the two of them taking big cocks doggie style side-by-side. I have no idea what went through Barb's mind at that point. She looked at her baby daughter, eyes wide and mouth agape, and they both drifted away on the high, screaming very similar screams as their men pummeled them.

John and Mindy were in the mix. I hadn't seen them since the first night at the club, so I made my way to Mindy. She was on her knees, just having had her mouth vacated by a cock that had moved on. She smiled beautifully when she saw me, beckoned me with her forefinger, and sucked me in without a word.

After a sweet, tender blow-job, which seemed a little odd amongst all the frenzy, she spoke up.

"You gonna make me cum again Alan? I love the way you make me cum."

I thought back to the almost superhuman performance I gave that night, and wondered if I could muster it again. She took my hand and pulled me to a couch piled with clothing. She bent over with her elbows on the clothes and I slipped in to her welcoming warmth. All those wonderful feelings from my first night at the club flooded back to me as I felt her soft hips in my hands and the velvety smoothness of her pussy. I was ready to let myself go and Mindy was too. I fucked her with all the skill I had learned over the past month, a long, deep fucking that left me on the verge of hyperventilating as my body went on auto-pilot, the two of us almost glowing from the heat within us. Finally our sweat covered bodies could take no more and we came, a sweet, sweet release that felt like sexual perfection, drawn into the otherworldly by all the wild, almost surreal sexual noises all around us. It was pure magic.

Mindy left me, wandering into the fray for more, but I was spent, at least temporarily. I went to the bar where Misty was reading a law book, studying for school.

"This is a first," she said. "I always bring something to study, but I've never not had a customer for almost an hour. Quite the party tonight."

"I don't know about you, but it doesn't even seem real to me," I said.

"Sure looked real when you were fucking all those women," Misty smirked.

I didn't know how to answer. Looking into Misty's eyes was different, both of us seemingly telepathing our growing feelings. I was naked and sweaty, and my still engorged cock was coated with other women's pussy juice, but I was looking into the eyes of a woman I was falling for.

"Tomorrow's Sunday. Please tell me you're free and you'll have dinner with me," I said.

"Sorry. Dinner with my mom," she said. "But I could swing by after."

We both smiled, luxuriating in the idea and the anticipation. My life kept getting better.



Summer Skin Ch. 07



All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional.

*****

The pinkish twilight of a long summer day was hanging in the sky when Misty's car pulled in my driveway. I had a strange compulsion to sit on my front steps and wait for her to arrive, and when she did I couldn't seem to wipe the somewhat nervous smile off my face. She seemed to have a matching nervous smile, but even so, I felt like a schoolboy.

Her car was a rusty contraption, something you don't often see these days. As she waved and walked towards me I realized it was the first time I had seen her wearing clothing above the waist. She had on a well-worn thin summer cardigan, a faded batik print skirt and flip-flops on her feet. She was the picture of unpretentious comfort, and looked radiantly beautiful.

"Hi Alan," she said, the nerves in both our smiles melting away.

"You look beautiful in clothes," I said.

"Why thank you!" she said as she sat down next to me. "This is such a nice neighborhood. I've never been back in these streets before. It's so beautiful, with all these old trees. I'll bet there's lots of stories around here."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right. I hadn't really thought about it before, but now that I'm in the middle of one of them..."

"You probably never thought you'd be the bad boy on the street," Misty said with a sexy smirk. "Care to go inside and fuck yet another girl?"

Misty's boldness was both a shock and a delight. My face showed it and she giggled.

"You're so cute Alan. For a guy who's had sex in front of me more than once...that sweet shyness is just adorable."

I knew Misty's tits by heart, but undressing her in my bedroom that evening felt like Christmas morning when I was a little kid. Uncovering them, feeling the heat radiating off them, touching their softness for the first time, it was intense and more of a rush than I anticipated. The reason was pretty clear—I was falling hard for the girl.

What really made my day though, was how she reacted when she undressed me. I had been naked around her more than once, with my cock in other girl's mouths, even parading around the bar with a hard-on for goodness sakes. And yet she seemed to have that same sense of Christmas morning excitement when she wrapped her delicate fingers around my rock-hard cock for the first time.

"I don't know what it is about you," she said. "There's never been anybody in my life that I've thought about so much."

She took me slowly into her mouth, her tongue exploring the first inch or two, feeling exquisitely soft and loving.

"I'm nowhere near as experienced as those other girls," she said, looking up at me with uncertainty in her eyes.

"Oh Misty," I moaned as she took me back in. "You're so much more..."

A massive wave of heat washed over me, and my eyes welled up with tears. Thankfully they didn't roll down my cheeks and make me look like a slobbering fool, but something extraordinary was happening to me.

Misty was right, the blow-job was nothing like the wild, deep-throat sessions at the club, and yet her tentative, gentle licking and sucking was so much more. It felt like pure love even though I didn't know if she felt that way yet, and when my body and mind were lost in the ether I gushed my warm seed into her softly moaning mouth. It was the most intense release I'd ever felt and my legs slowly gave out, leaving me on my knees, rocked to the core, gently hugging Misty with my head on her shoulder. I could have burst into tears without any problem, but thought better of it.

We stayed that way for a silent minute, neither of us moving or saying anything. It was a big night, for both of us.

All our lovemaking that night was soft and tender, our first fuck a simple missionary affair. I hadn't ever really thought about it before, but it's a wonderfully intimate position, bodies in full contact, with warm, wet kissing accompanying the fucking. The simple basics were nothing short of intoxicating with Misty.

"I hope it's not too soon to say it, but...I could get used to this," Misty said, her head on my chest as we snuggled in the warmth under a white sheet.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna wake up and find out this whole summer was a dream," I said, holding her soft body close.

———————

My dream, if it was one, took another step toward the unbelievable later that week when I found myself in bed with Misty, Summer and Marcy. Misty had mentioned she liked girls too, but it didn't fully register until she and I had lunch one day.

"So how are things with Summer and Marcy," she asked. "Is their apartment one wild party after another?"

"You know, they're being pretty responsible about it." I said. "I'll be honest, I was pretty uncomfortable getting involved financially, but I was sorta the reason they were homeless, so I did it. Now, I'm glad I'm doing it. I mean maybe it's the horny old man talking, but helping them has made me feel good. With no kids of my own, it's kinda satisfying to help them move forward with their lives."

"Kids with benefits," Misty laughed. "Without all that pesky incest stuff."

"Yeah, well, there's that," I laughed.

"So I've never seen them in private, but I'm guessing they're bi, right?" Misty asked.

"You mean bi-sex...like, into each oth...er," I stammered like an idiot.

"Yeah," Misty laughed. "God you're so cute."

"Yeah, they are," I said. "I don't know how much, like when they're home alone."

"I'm guessing all the time, at their age," she said with a knowing smile.

"So...you?" I asked.

"Yeah. Lets just say undergrad school was fun, and I didn't have many boyfriends. It's been a long time though. My last girlfriend got married and moved away a few years ago. I licked her pussy and made her cum in the ladies room at her wedding reception."

"Whoa!" I said quietly.

"So...can I go with you sometime? When you go to see them?" Misty asked, with a lusty look in her eye.

"Yeah. I mean...sure...that'd be...yeah," I said, sounding like an idiot again.

"Don't worry, we'll go easy on you," she laughed.

The day came and it was like a scene out of Caligula—clothes strewn about everywhere, gorgeous naked females covering every square inch of the bed, their hands reaching for my body and their bodies absorbing my cock and my tongue in one orifice after another.

It was only the first time of many, becoming almost a regular thing. Between that, and Barb, and the girls at the club, those Arab guys with their harems had nothing on me.

As extraordinary as all that was however, what was even more wonderful was how Misty took Summer and Marcy under her wing, gently guiding them toward a life where education mattered, and getting into a good college was an exciting goal.

Another change Misty brought to my life was a brand new feeling of discomfort at the club. Being free and easy and openly sexual, with her behind the bar watching it all, just wasn't possible for me as our relationship deepened. I didn't mind the change a bit, but she did. Much to Randy's chagrin, she found another job and quit. Actually he wasn't too upset, because he knew the reason behind it and she was still there, in front of the bar instead of behind it.

The first night there with her on my arm was an interesting one—every guy in the place had the hots for her when she was behind the bar, so we had plenty of interest in 'getting together' that evening.

It happened to be an 'Exhibitions At Eleven' night. Summer, Marcy, Barb and Misty were all with me, Misty and I breaking off with another couple and losing track of the other girls for a few hours. A little after eleven we wandered back into the main room and the festivities were underway, Barb on her hands and knees on the white lounge, bright lights streaming down on her as another woman fucked her with a strap-on dildo. A crowd was gathered around cheering them on, Summer and Marcy included.

"Can you imagine cheering on your mother like that?" I asked Misty.

She looked at me with huge, astonished eyes and burst out laughing. "My mother would have a stroke and die if she even read in the paper that a place like this existed," she said, still laughing. "I'm not sure how good this would be for most people, but it seems to be working for them."

It did indeed seem to be. Barb had a look of pure bliss on her face and Summer looked pretty happy too as she pulled down a man's pants and directed his cock into her mom's mouth.

After a few requests from the cheering crowd, the strap-on was transferred to Summer's already naked body. Barb looked back at her with big eyes as the big rubber cock slipped into her, propelled by Summer's lovely, thrusting hips. The look on both their faces was priceless as the fucking commenced. The crowd was whipped into a frenzy by the sight, and Barb lost her mind pretty quickly, an earth shattering orgasm draining her as the crowd went wild.

A new addition to the club, purchased by Randy with money raised by 'passing the hat' at a few previous events, was a sex machine for the ladies called a Sybian. A vaguely horse saddle like device, with a moving, rotating dildo protruding from the top and a soft, vibrating pad of tiny nubs to stimulate the clitoral region, it was brought in with great ceremony and placed on the white lounge under the lights. 

Randy's wife Donna got the honor of being the first to ride the new toy. With shimmering gold lingerie, including gold tinted thigh high stockings, she looked almost regal, especially with her hair piled up on top of her head as it was. As the queen of the club it was a fitting look. Her gold panties came off and Randy held her hand as she stepped up on the lounge, mounting the machine with a sigh.

"I wanted to try this the day it came, but Randy wouldn't let me," she said. He handed her the control box and the machine buzzed to life. "Oh yeah!" she moaned.

All the women in attendance were fascinated by the new contraption, some of them talking about how they'd seen one on internet videos.

Donna was soon writhing, her lovely body moving in the most sensual of ways as the machine did its thing. She seemed to barely be able to touch down on the vibrating pad, mostly hovering above it, riding the swiveling, fucking dildo. Gradually, with her eyes rolling and all awareness of the crowd watching her seemingly gone, she settled her clit down on the buzzing, vibrating pad and took an even bigger step into the orgasmic nether-world.

As she rode the wild beast she seemed to be in a state of perpetual orgasm, her muscles all firing in beautiful ways, her entire body breaking out in a shiny sheen of sweat, her eyes rolling wildly, her lungs forcing out garbled moans and grunts. It was an extraordinary thing to watch.

The crowd was fairly quiet at first, but as the massive, never-ending orgasm continued, good spirited egging-on rose up into cheers of great enthusiasm. Donna was sweating from head to toe, her body dripping wet, and she seemed unable to stop the churning orgasmic bliss that had overtaken her. Somehow she had the mental acumen to remove her gold bra, her hands sliding over her sweaty tits in a wonderful display of sensuality. She rode the relentless machine for all it was worth. Finally, when she could literally take no more, she lifted herself enough to break contact and fell into the fetal position on the lounge next to the still buzzing machine, her body a quivering mass of involuntary muscle contractions.

"Holy fuckin' shit!" a woman yelled, and everyone cheered.

"I'm sure a lot of you ladies would like to be next," Randy said. "I'd like to nominate our favorite ex-bartender. Misty, would you care to show us all what we've been missing by keeping you chained-up behind the bar?"

The men in attendance seemed particularly enthused about the request, and a chant of "Misty!...Misty!...Misty!" quickly rose.

Misty looked at me with an expression I hadn't seen before. Working all that time behind the bar wearing nothing but a tiny pair of panties made it clear she didn't mind exposing herself, but letting yourself go in hip-thrusting, sweaty orgasmic bliss in front of a crowd was something else entirely.

"I guess it's my turn," she said to me as the chant continued.

She took off the bra and panties she was wearing, exposing her very familiar tits but giving the onlookers their first look at her smoothly shaved pussy.

"There's different sizes," Randy said. "Donna chose one of the bigger ones."

"That'll work," Misty said with a smirk.

Randy held her hand as she stepped up onto the lounge. She straddled the silent machine and lowered herself, using her hand to line things up before sinking down on the soft rubber protuberance.

As she was getting ready Donna was being helped up onto her wobbly legs. "Jesus," she said. "You girls are gonna love that thing."

Randy handed Misty the controls and she fired up the buzzing machine. Her eyes grew as it started to vibrate and swivel inside her.

"Holy ffuuucck!" she said quietly.

The machine had already started in on the strange sort of mind control that we would witness all evening as more and more women tried it. It was like some sort of drug that latched onto something in their brains and wouldn't let go until they were way beyond where they would have stopped it they'd had their wits about them.

Misty's orgasm built in a similar way to Donna's, her body writhing and sweat-soaked, her eyes rolling like she was having very happy seizures. The main difference was her mouth. Donna moaned and groaned, but Misty carried on a babbling, filthy conversation, peppered by shrieks and screams. It was insanely hot.

When she was thoroughly engulfed in a seemingly never ending orgasm she beckoned my to her side and quickly had my cock in her mouth. Her body writhed on the relentless machine as she moaned on my cock like no one I've ever heard, giving me the most amazing blow-job, like she was possessed by the most powerful spirit of carnality to ever take over a human body. Even after I shot off in her mouth she continued, my cock staying hard from the sheer eroticism of it all, her mouth and chin dripping my cum onto her shiny, sweaty tits.

Misty was finally ravaged to the point were she just rolled off the buzzing machine and lay twisted on her back, mouth open, gasping for breath.

"Fuck!" I heard Summer say as Randy turned off the buzzing.

It went on like that all evening—woman after woman riding the Sybian to wild, sweaty orgasms that drained every bit of energy from them and left them twitching and smiling. Summer and Marcy vowed to save up enough money to buy one for their apartment.

The dynamic of my four women changed a bit that night. Misty and I were the 'couple', and Summer, Marcy and Barb gave us plenty of space. They all seemed genuinely happy to see how things were working out between Misty and me. Barb showed glimmerings of finding a potential mate as well — a handsome older man named Mike whose wife had passed away two years before, soon after joining the club. He and Barb seemed to hit it off quite well.

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There were many more nights like that at the club, all of us exploring new things and growing sexually. The Swingtime Social Club, a place I had thought was going to be sleazy and unpleasant, turned out to be the shining, friendly hub of our new world.

The long, lazy days of summer passed quickly, and way too soon Labor Day was upon us, the unofficial end of the season. Barb and Jim's house, the one Summer had grown up in, sold quickly and new neighbors were already settled in next door. Misty had moved in with me, the two of us falling into a wonderful 'longtime couple' vibe, even though we'd been together less than two months. She was working an internship at a local law firm, and they liked her so much they had already offered to hire her as soon as she passed her bar exam. My work was humming along nicely too. Life was good.

Summer and Marcy had both completed the classes they were taking at the community college. Good marks and full credits in hand, they were both accepted at NYU, Misty's alma mater, and both were angling towards pre-law, just as their mentor Misty had done. 

Barb and Mike had quickly become a nice couple, sharing wild sex, good food and travel together. Summer was thrilled to see her mother happier than she'd ever been with her stick-in-the-mud father. Things had fallen into place for him too, with his secretary snapping him up quickly.

The end of such an extraordinary summer seemed to call for a celebration, so Misty and I hosted a party at our house on Labor Day weekend.

Steaks on the grill, potato salad, sweet corn, ripe tomatoes and cucumbers. The smells and tastes were pure summer, a season no one likes to let go of in upstate New York. The evening was warm and drifting towards twilight when the conversation turned to reminiscing about what had brought us all together.

"You were having sex? Right here?" Barb said to Summer and Marcy, her voice high and surprised. "What if your father had caught you?"

"He didn't Mom," Summer said. "And anyway, we didn't think it was gonna to be all sex and everything. It was just a bunch of us drinking."

"Right here on this table, while your father and I were sleeping...?" Barb said, her voice trailing of wistfully.

"Well that was Marcy. I was over here, giving a horribly bad blowjob," Summer said, moving a few feet from the picnic table we were all sitting at. "Come here Alan, she looks like she wants to picture it better."

The new neighbors in Barb and Summer's old house were away for the long weekend, so we had plenty of privacy.

"Marcy and me, we lost the spin the bottle game, so we were naked," Summer said. "Come on Marcy, let's show 'em."

The two girls were naked in no time, well practiced over the last few months at getting out of their clothes.

Misty gave me a shove to go participate, so I joined Summer.

"I was really bad at this," she said as she took out my cock, "but I'm not gonna show you all that part. It's more fun to do it good."

She sucked me in deep. Good indeed.

"Marcy was on the table," Summer said with my wet cock in her hand. "Mike, you wanna help recreate the scene? Mom, you and Misty go in the house and look out that big window. That's where Alan was, in the dark."

"What do I do?" Mike asked as Marcy lay back seductively on the picnic table.

"You fuck me, silly!" Marcy said with a smile.

Barb pulled down his pants before walking into the house with Misty. Mike pressed his aging cock into the horny eighteen-year-old. With a 'how did I get so lucky' look on his face he fucked the girl slow and deep as the late summer twilight faded to darkness.

Summer, with my cock deep in her mouth, saw her mom and Misty looking out the window at us and she waved at them. I couldn't help but laugh.

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So that's the story of the best summer of my life, a life changing season that will probably never be eclipsed. I was swept away by a girl who bore the season's name, a girl so full of life and curiosity she couldn't help but drag everyone around her along on her voyage of discovery. It was the summer of Summer, the summer of sex in all its glory. It was the summer I found my true love, during those warm, humid days of summer skin.