20 erotic swinging and swapping stories Page 7

  Julie had been right. He had always been straight laced in bed – a vanilla kind of man – flirting with the idea of a foursome, but never quite thinking he’d really do it.

  But his game-playing girlfriend had opened a whole new Pandora’s box of fetishes with her invented fantasies and her invented safe word – not to mention whatever she’d spiked his drink with to get him tied up to the bed in the first place.

  He grinned, as he slid his fingers down the curve of her beautiful stomach and then jammed them up hard between her legs.

  Will had a feeling it wasn’t going to be quite so easy to close the Pandora’s Box as it had been to open it.

  Rockin’ It Old School

  by Lynn Lake

  ‘Hey, where ya goin’, Hailey?’ Eugene yelled. He struck a chord on his Wal-Mart electric guitar, caught his pick in the steel strings and almost snapped a finger off.

  ‘Yeah, woz up, Ha-Lo?’ Myron shouted. He tried to rat-a-tat-ting a rimshot, but the drumsticks jumped out of his sweaty hands and clattered to the concrete floor of his parents’ garage.

  Hailey Logan just shook her head in disgust and kept right on walking, down the driveway and out on to the sidewalk, headed for downtown.

  She’d been playing with Eugene and Myron – The X-urbanites, as Eugene called them – for two months now, and it was obvious to the music-serious eighteen-year-old that they were going nowhere. The two boys were more interested in getting into her pants than getting any better, or any gigs. And she’d found out from personal experience that they were just as inept in that department as they were in making music.

  Hailey knew she didn’t have the diva-licious good looks of a Mariah Carey or Faith Hill – with her dark hair and dark eyes, pale skin and small breasts and tiny, sinewy body, she was more punk than princess – but she had the drive and ambition, and a pretty good set of pipes.

  The bell rang over the door as she pushed her way into Second Notes, the used CD and vinyl record store on 10th Street. The owner, Gil Mendez, looked up from the pile of Alan Sherman albums an old geezer was trying to sell him and nodded at Hailey. She nodded back.

  ‘You used to have a band, didn’t you, Mr Mendez?’ she asked, after the old guy had left with some money for the track.

  Gil shifted the dusty stack of records to one side of the cluttered glass counter and smiled at the small girl with the soulful brown eyes. ‘Now who told you that?’

  Hailey shrugged her bony shoulders. ‘Uh, I just heard it somewhere, I guess – you know, on the street.’

  ‘Amber Trails? I doubt they ever heard of me out there.’ He laughed and put his hands down on the counter, gazing at Hailey.

  Dressed in a pair of black and white sneakers, black jeans and a black tank-top emblazoned with Groupie in white letters, her eyes rimmed with black eyeliner, the girl looked like a Goth skater chick. She was in the store just about every second day since school had ended, but they’d never really talked much. What’s a 45 year-old ex-rocker-turned-store-owner have in common with a teenage girl? Well, maybe the music, Gil thought to himself, as he scratched his goatee and eyed Hailey’s tight little bod.

  She brushed some jet-black hair away from her earnest face and said, ‘I know you do some, like, voice coaching or something, right? When you aren’t working here.’

  Gil grunted. ‘You’ve done your homework, kid.’

  Hailey’s eyes flashed. ‘I’m no kid, Mr Mendez. I’m gonna be the lead singer in a band – a good band. My band.’ She simmered for a moment, then quickly cooled down again, smiling shyly at the man. ‘Would you mind, like, listening to my voice – gimme your professional opinion or whatever?’

  Gil glanced around the empty store. ‘Well … it gets pretty busy here on a Monday,’ he joked. ‘I don’t want to lose any business.’

  Hailey spun around and ran down an aisle, plucked a record out of the “D” section of Rock n’ Roll and raced back up to the counter. ‘I’ll buy this from you – if you listen to me,’ she gasped, slapping the album down on the counter.

  It was She-Devil, from The Donnybrooks – Gil’s old band. He grinned and said, ‘OK, I’ll listen.’

  ‘You’ve got to get more growl into the low notes, put more belly into it.’ Gil got off the couch and in behind Hailey. He coiled an arm around the teenager’s tiny waist and pressed his flattened hand into her stomach, up against her diaphragm. ‘Bring it up from down here – where the soul lives.’

  They were in the living room of his small apartment in back of the store. Hailey had been belting out one of her own angst-heavy compositions – A Student, A-Hole. She didn’t just rip off other people’s music, like all those American Idol wannabes.

  She felt Gil’s warm, strong hand against her tummy, and the butterflies inside really started to flutter. The man’s spicy aftershave, the heat from his body so close made her dizzy. He might be a dinosaur of rock, but he was still kind of cute – in a younger Cheech Marin sort of way.

  ‘Try it again,’ Gil instructed, pressing against the girl’s rapidly rising and falling stomach.

  Hailey cleared her throat and tried to focus, brought up a note that squeaked like a rusty mouse. She flinched, and her bum bumped Gil’s groin. She felt something hard and growing harder, and she wiggled her bum just a bit, a smile spreading across her face, her body surging with heat.

  ‘Uh, maybe we better pick this up tomorrow,’ Gil said, cautious, responsible adult that he was now.

  ‘Sure, Mr Mendez, whatever you say,’ the precocious teenager breathed, snuggling in closer. The man’s hot breath flooded her bare neck and shoulders, warming her up even more.

  She wagged her bum against his jeaned hard-on, polishing it harder still, and she felt his hands go damp on her tummy – hot and damp, like her cunny. She shivered with excitement, her head spinning and body brimming.

  ‘Y-yeah, OK, we’ll pick it up tomorrow,’ Gil mumbled.

  But he didn’t let go of the girl. In fact, he squeezed her tighter, pushing his cock firmly in between her taut butt cheeks. He brought his other hand around and onto her stomach, nuzzling her shiny hair. She smelled fresh and innocent and scrubbed clean, and he began moving his hips, pumping his pulsating cock into her mounded bottom.

  ‘Mmm,’ Hailey murmured, tilting her head back on to the man’s shoulder, her body crackling like a plugged-in amp.

  Gil peeled his hands off her tank-top and slid them in underneath the garment, over her bare, heated skin and up on to her bare breasts. ‘Yes!’ Hailey yelped, shuddering at his touch. He ground his cock into her ass, squeezing her cupcakes.

  Hailey’s boobs tingled wickedly under Gil’s groping hands, her nipples jumping out and thickening. And when he bit into her neck, shivers raced up and down her spine and all through her. She’d never been so turned-on, so tuned in to a man in all her young life. He was playing her like a fine instrument, with all the skills of a virtuoso.

  Gil urgently kneaded Hailey’s pudding-cup breasts, fingering her obscenely elongated nipples, licking and kissing and biting her neck, head full of her dewy fragrance. His cock was a pulsing slab of meat against her rear-end, desperately seeking to burst free of its jeaned confines and dive into the superheated pink sleeve of her teen pussy.

  ‘Fuck me, Mr Mendez!’ Hailey squealed, right on the same wavelength. ‘Please, fuck me!’

  He quickly released her tits and pulled back and fumbled his pants open, shoving them and his boxers down. As Hailey wriggled out of her own jeans. She slid her white cotton panties over the gleaming, ivory hills of her smooth buttocks and peeked over her shoulder at Gil’s twitching erection pointing directly at her. Her eyes widened – she’d never seen one that big before.

  He was about to spin her around and throw her down on to the couch when she suddenly grabbed onto his straining dong and yanked him close, his boiled-up cap indenting the flesh of her butt cheek. ‘Jesus!’ he grunted, his cock jumping in the girl’s damp little hand.

  Gil let Hailey awkwardl
y tug on his pole for a moment, his body temperature soaring like a screaming guitar solo. Then he brushed her hand away and swung his dong in between her skinny legs, rubbed her pussy with it. The dark, springy fur of her cooch cushioned his sawing dick, moistened it, driving him wild.

  Hailey shivered with desire and spread her trembling legs further apart. And Gil bent at the knees and speared his prick upwards, jamming his bloated cockhead into her slick petals.

  ‘Oh, yes, please,’ Hailey cried, falling back against the man. ‘Fuck me with your big, hard cock, Mr Mendez!’

  Gil shoved his hips up and forward, sliding shaft into the quivering teen. He bumped against her bum, buried to the bone, tight and wet and hot. He pushed her tank-top up and clutched her exposed titties, mauling them, pumping his hips, fucking the juicy teenager.

  Hailey floated on to her tip-toes and arched her back against the hard-breathing man, grabbing on to his moving hips from behind, lit up like a concert stadium, shaking like an out-of-control Beatles fan. Her cunny burned with a wonderful, full-up sensation she’d never felt before, the man’s pistoning dick plugging her full of sexual electricity. Her little boobs bounced in his big hands, her nipples buzzing, her whole cock-rocked body shimmering. This was the real thing; this was what sex was supposed to be all about – raw and hot and wild, like the pulse-pounding beat of a soul-tingling song that stripped all emotions bare.

  Gil thrust harder, faster, splashing against Hailey’s rippling bum, fucking the girl with an intensity that shocked and shattered her, surprised even him. ‘I’m coming,’ he hollered into her reddened ear, pounding her pussy. ‘I’m going to come inside of you!’

  ‘Yes! Yes!’ Hailey sang out, sweet orgasm welling up from her stuffed cunny and flooding her body with bliss.

  Gil slammed her in a final frenzy, his churning cock getting doused with her gushing juices. Then he jerked, his cock erupting, blasting semen. He was jolted with ecstasy over and over, spurting a sticky love song deep into the crying-with-joy teen.

  Hailey inspired Gil, with her voice and body and boundless enthusiasm and determination. He let her talk him into digging his old Fender Stratocaster out of the closet, arrange a jam session with his old drummer from high school days.

  Tim “Stickman” Stadler was as thin and wired as ever, despite a mundane career as manager of a fast food outlet. He took one look at Hailey, heard her kitten-hiss out a dick-stiffening rendition of Hit Me With Your Best Shot, and was back in the band.

  Their first gig was the Red Lantern Motor Inn on Main Street. Not exactly Wembley Stadium, or even House of Blues, but a start. It was a paying gig, the first of its kind for Hailey. And the eager 18-year-old was keyed up tighter than the skin on a snare drum.

  ‘Do I look OK, Gil, Tim?’ she asked for the tenth time, flipping down the visor and peering at herself in the mirror.

  They were in Gil’s van, heading for the Red Lantern, the two men cool as Bon Jovi on his steel horse, the girl as jumpy as Jimmy Page’s fingers on a double neck. Gil and Tim were casually dressed in jeans and T-shirts, while Hailey was tarted up like a video vixen in a short, black leather skirt and a black, tummy-bearing halter top, a pair of black, spike-heeled leather boots. She’d painted on enough eyeliner to make Avril Lavigne blush, and her lips glowed with more gloss than Beyonce’s, her black hair shimmering like the night.

  ‘You look great,’ Gil reminded her. He twisted his head around and grinned at Stickman.

  ‘Really great,’ Tim agreed.

  Hailey started flying through some voice exercises, and the two men shook their heads. It was still an hour-and-a-half to show time. But they’d had a little experience with high-strung young girls – back in the day. Gil pulled off the road and into the empty parking lot of a city park.

  ‘Hey, whatcha doin’?’ Hailey squealed. ‘We gotta get to the Red Lantern.’

  ‘We’ve got to get you calmed down, first,’ Gil said, turning off the motor.

  Hailey stared at him. ‘What’re you gonna do?’

  ‘It’s not what I’m going to do – it’s what we’re going to do,’ Gil said, nodding at Tim. ‘There’s no “I” in band, remember.’

  He spun around in his captain’s chair and took Hailey’s hand, pulled her into the back of the van, Tim crouching ahead of them.

  ‘Let’s see if we can’t drain off just a little of all that nervous energy,’ Gil said. He sat down on the leather couch that lined one side of the converted cargo van, next to Tim. The band mates then unzipped their jeans and let it all hang out, rock-star-style, semi-hard and getting harder.

  Hailey dropped to her bare knees on the foam-rubber bedlining, desperate to play the roll of the seasoned band slut. She crawled in between the two slumped men and boldly grabbed a cock in each hand.

  Gil grinned, Tim grunted, as she pumped their cocks to rock-hard with her hot little sweaty hands. She’d never ever felt up two pricks at once before, but the throbbing feel of the men’s dongs in her hands, the way she could make them respond to her, filled the young woman with an awesome sense of power and maturity well beyond her years. She wet her panties – in a womanly way.

  Gil groaned and grabbed at her hair, as she encircled the furry base of his cock with her fingers and pulled it upright, leaned forward and dropped her shiny lips over top of his mushroomed hood. She tugged on his knob, then shook her head free and sucked up Tim’s cap.

  The balding man dug his fingers into the couch, watching the excited teen slurp on the tip of his dick, feeling the incredible warmth and wetness of her lips and mouth all through his wiry body. Feeling the awful emptiness and pulsing yearning when she popped his gleaming hood out of her mouth and swallowed Gil’s microphone bulb again.

  Gil pushed her head down, forcing Hailey to take more of his pipe into her mouth. Which she did readily, meeting the man’s stiff challenge, inhaling half his prick. She pulled up, then plummeted back down again, working his long, hard cock like she worked scales – up and down, repeatedly. He pumped his hips, fucking her wet-hot mouth, matching her sucking rhythm perfectly.

  Hailey sucked on Tim’s fat prick, gulping the stubby tool right down to its blonde roots before spitting it back up again. She was a girl on fire, the taste of man-meat and precome and power driving her wild. She bounced her head back and forth between the two squirming men, cheeks billowing and throat working, wet-vaccing their vein-popped dongs. The rush was amazing, her body and cunny flushing with humid heat.

  ‘You’ve played us,’ Gil finally intervened, as Hailey nuzzled Tim’s pubes, the thin man’s entire drumstick buried in the steamy cauldron of her mouth. ‘Now it’s time we play you.’

  Hailey stared at him, not exactly sure what he meant, but sure ready to try anything.

  She disgorged Tim’s dripping prick and they all quickly stripped out of their clothes. Gil then lay down on his back on the floor of the van. He pulled Hailey down on top of him, catching onto her waist with one hand and steering his prong into her soaking cun with the other. She gasped when he penetrated her, groaned as he lowered her fully down onto his pole.

  ‘That feels sooo good,’ she murmured. Then started bouncing her bum up and down, fucking herself on Gil’s cock.

  ‘It’s going to feel even better,’ he gritted, hands riding her hips. ‘Hit it, Stickman.’

  Tim crouched in behind Hailey, while Gil held the girl steady. The drummer spread her butt cheeks apart and lubed up her crack. Hailey quivered like a tuning fork at the touch of the man’s wet fingers in her bum cleavage, thrilled at the pressure of his thick knob against her virgin bumhole.

  ‘Fuck my butt, Tim,’ she heard herself whisper, leaning forward and grabbing on to the hair on Gil’s chest.

  Tim sucked some heated air into his lungs, his knees shaking, pressing, pressing the beefy head of his cock into the teenager’s tender butt pucker. Hailey bit her lip and held her breath, clawing at Gil’s chest, the pressure building and building. The only thing missing, to heighten the wicked
sexual tension and anticipation even more, was a drum roll.

  Tim popped Hailey’s anal cherry and sank inside her ass, slow and sure and sensual. Hailey full-body shuddered, two grown men buried inside her now – one in the cunny and one in the bum.

  ‘Geez, is she ever tight,’ Tim wheezed. Sweat poured off the guy’s bony face as he slowly moved his locked-down cock back and forth in Hailey’s gripping chute.

  ‘You got that right,’ Gil agreed from down below, sliding his cock in and out of Hailey’s sucking pussy.

  The two band members pumped their lead singer’s two sexholes in perfect harmony, grunts and groans and girlish moans filling the breathless interior of the rocking van. Hailey clung to Gil’s chest, swirled her cherry-red tongue around his outstretched tongue, her stretched-out pussy and ass on fire, the smack of the men’s bodies against her bum and thighs sweet, sweaty music to her burning ears.

  Gil grasped the teen’s jumping titties and thrust wildly into her twat, his balls boiling out-of-control. ‘Here I come!’ he bellowed, blowing hot, salty notes up Hailey’s cooch.

  Tim strangled the girl’s waist and frantically slammed into her vice-like ass, his cock detonating on cue with his band mate’s. His skinny body shook on the end of Hailey’s trembling bum, as he hit just the perfect beat, creaming her chute with white-hot spunk.

  Hailey whipped her head from side-to-side like Joplin at fever pitch, going into meltdown as the thundering cocks blasted her with liquid heat. The biggest, highest-pitched orgasm of her young sexual life crescendoed up from her prick-stuffed cunny and washed over her bloated, violated bum, rolling through her vibrating body and rocking her to the core.