Swingers World Ch. 03

The sound of music was faint, here at the front of the house, far from the pool and the party. Alex moved carefully, quietly, knowing the music wouldn't cover for her movements. It certainly wasn't enough to cover up the groans, the grunts, and the slap of skin on skin.

The front living room was dark, only lit by the slants of light cutting through the windows from the street lights outside. It had taken Alex several minutes of lurking in the dark before she could begin to make anything out, after the brightly lit backyard of the pool party. Now that she could see, she stood transfixed, silent, her head just past the door frame of the living room, watching her sister's friend get fucked.

Sara had been flirting with the boys out by the pool all night, as she did every time they had one of these gatherings. Alex had watched, out of the corner of her eyes, seemingly uninterested in the party as always, Kindle in hand. But she'd been perhaps the only one who noticed how Sara abruptly left the party, only to be followed a suspiciously short amount of time after by one of the 20 something boys that always gathered around Sara and Alex's sister, Joey.

All that explained how Alex had known to find the two in here. It didn't explain why she was here, watching. She couldn't really explain that, other than to say that Alex wasn't as uninterested in things as she seemed.

Alex had always been the tomboy to Joey's girly-girl. Her lack of interest in dresses and makeup had persisted right up through high school, and even here at these pool parties, where she was wearing, as usual, a black swim shirt and a pair of gym shorts rather than the bikinis all the other women, young and old, were decked out in.

Joey harped not only on Alex's lack of interest in style and fashion, but boys as well (or girls, Joey being so careful to state that being into girls is totally cool, clearly hoping Alex's lack of dating might have to do with being queer, not... weird). Alex knew that her family, her friends, probably even the vague acquaintances who showed up at all these parties, all thought Alex likely asexual.

It wasn't as simple as that. There was nothing asexual about the sensations Alex was feeling right now, as she leaned carefully around the door jamb and witnessed the two on the couch. In fact, Alex was grinding her mound against that door jamb, taking in the sounds of the two lovers murmuring and gasping as their hands moved all over. She had watched as the boy tossed Sara's bikini top over the back of the couch, and watched as his head dipped over those newly bare breasts. She listened, and ground herself against the wall, as Sara moaned and grabbed the boy's curly hair.

And Alex gripped the edge of the doorway tight as the two kissed and gripped each other and twisted in each other's grasp in what she could only assume was the heated precursor to intercourse.

Her heart pounded in her ears and indeed everything blacked out for an indeterminate number of seconds when a voice whispered in her ear.

"Quite a hot little scene, eh, Lex?"

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No one had ever accused Randall of being asexual, but he still felt a bit of kinship to the younger Wright girl. He too liked to keep out of the center of attention, and keep his eyes open, and he prided himself on being the first to know what was going on. Alex hadn't been only one to notice Sara and the kid slipping away, and Randall had also noticed Alex following the two lovers.

Nobody else seemed to pay attention to the younger Wright. She dressed aggressively modest, didn't make eye contact or conversation, and didn't have the amazing set of tits that her sister, and her mother, had. Alex took more after her father in looks, and in temperament it seemed. Quiet, unassuming. Randall realized it didn't mean she was undeveloped, though. Or uninterested.

He'd noticed as the Wright family started getting more and more involved with the 'community', that Alex had started showing up. At first she'd been like any moody teen, hanging out upstairs, appearing to grab a bite to eat, and refusing to leave the house if at all possible. Maybe her parents had forced her to start attending. Randall didn't know. He purposefully didn't ask Theo about her. But he suspected the nature of the gatherings had started to catch her attention. And her interest.

So Randall hadn't been surprised to find her peeping on a little action. He had been a bit surprised to see how turned on she was letting it make her. She certainly acted like all the action at the parties didn't faze her. Never glanced at the hot young boys. Yet here he'd found her, grinding herself against the corner at the sight of one of them with the [last name] girl.

Like Alex, Randall had been watching. And like Alex, tonight he'd followed his curiosity. Tonight, Randall was prepared to take it a little farther.

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"Quite a hot little scene, eh, Lex?"

By the time Alex's brain had broken out of its frozen state, put two and two together, and realized someone was whispering into her ear, it was too late to stifle the cry about to erupt from her mouth. Her hand shot to cover her mouth, but it found someone already there.

Not having to deal with surprise, the man behind her had covered her mouth effortlessly, muffling the cry she'd been too late to stop. Alex felt the hard hand over her mouth, and nose, could smell some bit of his fragrance. Feel his breath on her ear.

Alex slowly turned her head, glancing at the face that loomed behind her. It was one of her father's friends, a dark-complexioned guy in his late 30s or early 40s. She couldn't remember his name though she imagined they'd been introduced at some point. She had thought he looked like some kind of character actor, face deeply wrinkled with laugh lines, dark intense eyes, and good-looking teeth. They were practically in her face as she turned. He was taller than that but he'd bent down to whisper in her ear.

He smiled as she turned and met his gaze, as best they could in the dark. His hand loosened, paused, and then moved away, briefly holding his finger to his lips. "Didn't want you to spoil the fun, Lex," he whispered.

He called her Lex. Something her sister's friend Sara had started, and now most of the folks around here called her that, if they remembered her name. He did.

"Don't let me take you away from the show. You were enjoying it."

The older man took her chin in hand and tilted her head back the way she'd been looking. She followed the nonverbal direction without thinking.

She was looking again at the couch, at the bodies writhing there, working at clothing, working at each other. She felt his presence over her shoulder, his breath on her ear.

His hands were on her hips now, and he aimed and pressed her back against the door jamb like a piece of machinery.

"I was enjoying how you were enjoying it."

His hands moved in circles, encouraging her hips to do the same, to resume the grinding she now realized he had been watching her doing, watching her hump the door like a dog in heat. HIs thumbs pressed into her glutes, massaging her ass in tiny circles as he held her in place against the door.

"Do you think they're going to fuck?"

He spoke as if there was nothing in the world odd about the two of them carrying on a conversation, here, voyeurs, a young woman and a stranger, nearly pressed together themselves. As if she were not pressing her crotch against the wood door frame right now with his blessing and encouragement. As if they had leave to be here. As if they knew each other.

It was easier to follow his lead than to dare speak to any of that. "I do. I think Sara might be a slut," Alex whispered, just enough to carry the small distance between them.

"And so you followed her, hoping for some fucking." The stranger, no, her parents' friend, whatever his name, he seemed to take her answer as permission to press her forward harder, tighter against the door. The pressure on her pubic bone grew somewhat uncomfortable. She was forced to tilt her hips to direct the pressure to a softer spot below. Now it pressed between her labia. "You're a bit of a slut too, I suppose," he continued. "A different kind."

Alex felt her cheeks burning hot. She was glad they would not be visible in the dark. She wished she felt outraged, not embarrassed.

"I'm a bit like you. Different." He continued. "I like that you watch." Alex was embarrassed to feel proud at his words. Why did she need the approval of this old man? "I like that it turns you on." His hands were gripping her ass cheeks now through her shorts and urging her to roll her hips. "I like that you didn't just touch yourself with your fingers. You like it dirtier. Harder."

Alex's face was radiating heat now, ashamed and humiliated but aroused too. And pleased? The rounded edge of the doorframe was indeed hard against her, pressing through her silk shorts and her cotton panties and grinding against the part of her lips. She felt her hands at her side, knew she must look crazed or immature just rubbing herself against the wood.

Yet he understood. Despite knowing she should end this somehow, she followed his hands, rolling herself up and down. A tiny groan escaped her lips, as much from humiliation as arousal. "Please," she whispered.

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He liked it when she said please. It was permission and desperation and arousal all at once. Most important, it was not "stop" which is what she should be saying, what he should be doing. Randall looked down at the top of her head and he let his fingers spread wide over each ass cheek. She had a much fuller, much firmer ass than he had expected. She'd been keeping it under wrap with her baggy shorts.

She'd been keeping a lot under wraps. Including what a little pervert she was. He had watched her grinding against the door like a little feral animal, and now here she was letting him help. That slut Sara might be getting fucked over there, but how did that compare to this?

He had forgotten momentarily about the others. Randall lifted his gaze to the room beyond, even as he began to squeeze Lex's ass. It was hard to see what the two were up to really with the angle the couch was at. But one of the young woman's legs was thrown up over the back of the couch and he could hear the wet sounds of kissing. "Do you think you'll be able to hear when he enters her?" Randall asked in a hushed tone. "Will she be that wet? Or that much of a moaner?"

He liked it when the little pervert answered him. Her voice was a turn-on, and so was making her think in three different directions. So he urged her for an answer. "I can't see from here. Do you think you'll be able to tell?"

Lex clearly tried to gather herself to answer, forced to momentarily ignore his hands on her ass, her pussy against the wall. "I think she'll make a sound," she managed to squeeze out.

"Depends how much she wants it right now," Randall mused in reply. "And how big he is. This guy hangs around but I've never seen him fuck. He could be packing anything."

He liked the idea of Lex thinking about cock, imagining cock. He was carefully not pressing his against her, though it would be the easiest, most natural thing in the world. She had surprised him by not being what he expected, he wanted to surprise her by not doing what she might expect.

"I'm not going to try to fuck you, Lex," Randall told her, and he felt her stiffen up, her stop rocking. "I'm going to keep my cock in my pants. Not even going to grind it against you. But I am going to watch those two fuck. And I'm going to watch you, Lex. Watch you cum as you watch them. Are you ready to cum?"

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Alex froze up. She had been thinking about it, of course. The cock of the kid in the next room, but this man's cock as well. Knowing he must be hard. Knowing he might try to press himself inside of her right now, counting on her not to scream and reveal themselves. Knowing all that, she had let him corner her and touch her and talk filthy with her. She couldn't explain why.

She couldn't explain why it was only when he promised not to do anything that she froze up, as if only now alarmed. She couldn't explain much of what was happening.

"No," she answered him finally, allowing the breath to leave her body. She wasn't sure why she answered what was clearly a rhetorical question. But he didn't seem to mind.

"Give me your hand," he whispered, and one of his hands let go of her rear and instead slid down her arm to find her wrist. She stood now, one hand bracing against the wall, one hand his.

"I want to feel how you touch yourself." His voice was in her ear, the breath tickling it, not audible even a foot away she was sure. His hand lifted hers to the waist of her shorts. His other hand pulled her away from the door frame, gave her some space. Lex knew what he wanted but he guided her, helping her to slide her hand under her waistband.

"Under your panties," he ordered her and she listened. Why was she listening to this man? She was not a stupid slut, some bimbo who does what boys tell her. Back at school she'd hardly give them the time of day. She was the fucking debate champion. But she didn't debate this man, this new friend of the family if she could even call him that. She slid her hand under the waistband of her panties, and he followed, keeping his hand planted on top of hers.

They were both in her panties now. She felt the light fuzz of her pubic hair. He felt just her fingers, and the snug pull of the cotton panties. She briefly wondered if she should have worn something sexier, as if there was some way to dress for this.

"Don't forget to watch," he breathed. Alex let her eyes focus again on the room beyond. The two lovers had moved. Sara's dark hair was just visible on the arm of the couch. She was lying flat beneath the boy. He was holding himself up, visible over the back of the couch. He had no shirt on and what little light there was showed on his muscled form. He lifted his head and in profile Alex saw him close his eyes and bite his lip.

The stranger behind her pressed, and Alex slid her hand deeper, over her mound, onto her lips. Alex cupped and stroked those full lips, already wet and swollen and parted. "I think she's stroking him." The words surprised her, Alex had been lost in her sensation. She focused again on the other two. His face was ecstatic.

The man, what was his name?, placed his hand directly over hers, fingers on fingers. He let it lie loosely, so that her movements moved him. Alex knew he could feel her stroking her sex.

"Maybe she's afraid he's too big for her. Maybe she's hoping to just get him off. Would it make her less of a slut, Lex, if he just came on her right now?"

Alex didn't know. She didn't know much about sex, she was realizing, despite how much she'd watched on her computer. Fucking had seemed like the ultimate, the farthest you could let someone go. But was it really sluttier than that, being cum on? Was it sluttier than this? Letting a man feel her masturbate?

"Or maybe she's getting him ready. She wants him so hard he'll split her open."

Alex gasped. She split herself open, pressing her middle finger past her folds and inside. He felt her do it.

"That's what you came to see," he continued, "What you came to imagine. Being split open." He didn't ask. She wasn't sure if he was right. "But imagine this. She jerks him and jerks him and he spends his load all over her face, her little tight tits. And then we join them. You hold my cock right over that slutty friend of yours' face and jerk until I coat her too. Maybe she never gets fucked, just jerks cocks over and over until she's unrecognizable."

Alex found herself panting. His hand was holding hers and she was grinding the base of her fingers against her clit. She knew that's what she was doing, she wasn't as naive as she felt. She knew her body, knew how to make herself cum. Better than anyone else, she had imagined. She was showing him, she supposed, showing him how she did it. Showing him how her middle finger flicked in and out of her wet tunnel.

"Maybe you're the one who gets split opened." His voice was incessant in her ear. She felt his other hand, where was it, up her spine, cupping the back of her neck. She could feel how large it was compared to her slender neck. How rough the flesh was.

"Maybe he sees you and leaves her there. It's you he splits with that cock she's got hard. Up against the wall here. Is that what you hoped when you followed them? That someone would finally see how much you want it? Fuck you silly?"

Alex had two fingers inside now and clamped down hard as she stroked and clawed up and back, up and back. His hand was on hers, so it was only natural his fingers were in her too, following hers, stretching her open. She'd never felt anything like it. She'd felt it first right here, lurking in the corner, from some strange adult.

He pressed down hard on her hand, urging her to grind it against her clit, to push in and out of her stretched hole.

"He's fucking her."

Alex looked.

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Randall watched with interest, his eyes on the pair, his ears and hands on Lex. The young man was only partly visible now, his shoulders dipping in and out of view. One of Sara's legs was thrown over the back of the couch, her opposite leg. Her forehead was just barely visible, pressed against the back of the couch. The kid had her twisted half sideways.

"He's done some fucking," Randall mused in Alex's ear. He wasn't worried about being overheard, the two of them were causing such creaking on the couch they'd never hear. "I thought he was just some kid, but look at how he's using her." He could feel through his hand which words, which ideas turned Lex on. It wasn't the ones you'd expect from a frumpy honor student teen.

Randall let his two middle fingers urge Lex's two middle fingers to push deep and stroke at her g-spot. He had learned this evening she already knew how to get herself off. And that she wasn't used to anything more than two slender fingers inside her. He couldn't quite get his fingers in alongside hers, but he was enjoying the attempt. And so was she. She was panting like a locomotive.

"Shhhh," right into her ear, he felt her tremble at that. He was working her to a froth down below while he stroked her neck like she was a frantic filly. Randall let his hand slide around her throat, following his intuition. He held it there, stroking lightly with his fingers. "We don't want them to hear you cumming." He let his fingers press lightly on either side of her neck. He could feel her pulse and knew it wouldn't take much to make her lightheaded.

He wouldn't let her focus on anything though. He returned her attention to the other two. "I don't think he put a condom on. Do you think he'll cum up inside her, Lex. Is that what that little slut wants?"

"N-, no," Lex stammered. Whether an answer or in response to the tight pressure on her neck, he was happy to remain unclear.

"I wonder where you'd want it," he mused out loud. All the options were tantalizing to him. He'd love to pull out his dick and cum in her or all over her right now. But that would be wasting a moment. A moment she could tell herself was somehow selfless of him, when she tried to make sense of it later.

"I think you better let yourself go. He will cum soon, one place or another, and then what if he looks around. And sees you with your hand down your pants." Randall eased up his hand inside her panties, let her arrange herself as she needed. He wanted her to be the one to do it. "Knows you're the biggest slut at this pool party. Tells everyone. All the guys know. Know to come find you. Know what you like."

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Alex felt tears in her eyes, she couldn't say why. It was all growing hazy, her body separating into units.