"I'm no stranger to being cornholed. I had boyfriends who dug it and who used me that way before I went into slavery.
"I loosened my muscles there when he came in. It hurt some, but nothing to what it would have been like if I'd stayed tight-assed.
"John had this small head, but once he got a few inches into my rectum he got thick and then thicker. I thought I was going to be split. I've never had to open up that much. Christ, what a pole! I knew I had a prick in my ass, believe me!
"Beth was through her come. She asked him, 'Are you going into her anus?'
"I suppose he nodded. I still had my face buried between her thighs.
"She said, 'Give it to her good, dear!'
"He didn't have to be told. I was lucky his prick was coated with my cunt juices. It made taking him in the ass a lot easier.
"He got wedged in to where he was thickest. He was hissing and swearing and shoving, and I was biting my lips it hurt so bad. I was getting that feeling of having to shit, like having a huge turd ready to come out. Only this turd was going in!
"He had a good hold of my skinny hips and was screwing this way and that, getting a little deeper every second ... then glunk-the fattest part of that prick of his was inside, and he was all the way into my bowels, to the fucking hilt! That head of his was so far up into my guts it hurt. I never had a prick that far in before to where it hurt. I don't know how much he had-eight inches maybe. One motherfucker of a prick!
"John started working in and out, in and out, getting his pole slippery, getting me looser. He told Beth, 'Great ass!'
"She asked him, 'As good as mine, dear?'
"'Maybe.' He laughed. 'Lower sigmoid. I'm really getting tightening in the curve.
"I remember that, but I don't know what it means. I do know I had pain like lightning striking in there when he got the last fucking inch into my ass! But that was good. He started slapping up against my ass, burying that long, fat prick, and I started getting a spot of golden fire way up in there.
"My tongue was aching from working away at Beth's big clit. It hurt from applying pressure during the licking. But I forgot that. I was feeling the glory of another pain-come in my ass. For me, coming from the turning inside out of pain is the best. It wipes me out. I don't have to have my clit rubbed or anything, just enough pain, not too strong, and not too weak. John gave it to me when he cunt-fucked me and ass-fucked me.
"I wish every master had a whang like that. I was into my pleasure, all shivery and melting, when he pulled out. He was breathing fast and shaky. He said,. 'Turn around! Suck me!'
"I was in a daze. I pulled my face from Beth's crotch and turned on my knees, and there was John back on his heels, that curved prick sticking up, jerking and wobbling in the air, the skin pulled down to show the small head.
"That's my scene. Something that would turn anybody else off. I got a funny dizziness for a second, then I bent over and opened my mouth and clamped my lips over that prick head of his.
"It tasted awful and I got dizzy again for a second. I drove down on that prick as far as I could, till I had it all the way back in my throat and my lips couldn't stretch any bigger around, and I had that ugly taste all up and down my tongue.
"I was whimpering from some kind of emotion. I was far gone. I was happy in a weird slave way. I took my mouth off his prick and started to lick it clean. I noticed the dog, Hannibal, still over by the club chair, just sitting there with his head cocked, watching. His wet black nose was wrinkling as he picked up all the smells from us.
"Beth went over to the chair and sprawled in it, her legs wide open, her kimono left behind on the sofa. She said, 'Hannibal! Eat mother! Eat mother!'
"That dog got his muzzle up against her naked pussy and started lapping away, slurping into her lips. I could see Beth start to shiver and shake. Dogs love to lick a cunt. If a woman will let them. Most women get up-tight when a dog snuffles around their crotch.
"I kept on licking John's big prick. I got my tongue down into his curly red hair and wet it down. I didn't look up at him. I heard him say, 'Good girl, get it all clean."
"My mouth tasted ugly and gummy when I finished cleaning him off a minute or two later.
"John shifted back off his heels to his butt. He leaned back onto his elbows and said, 'Nancy, I want you to suck me off all the way now. Make it good. Lots of mouth friction and lots of tongue."
"I nodded and got on my hands and knees over his thighs. I dipped my head and scooped up the end of his wet prick with my tongue and mouth. I raised it up, still captured in my mouth, and began sucking hard and bobbing my head.
"He sighed. 'Yes. Exactly."
"I had my hands planted wide. My head rose and fell endlessly. I took his prick to the back of my throat, with my lips going down his thickening middle part till I nearly cracked my jaw. Up and down, up and down, till my tongue got tired of sliding this way and that and my jaw and neck and shoulder and arm muscles got tired.
"I didn't think I'd ever get him off. But slowly his belly muscles got tense. His chest pumped air faster. His prick got bigger and harder.
"John spent half the time watching me sucking his prick, and half the time watching Beth getting head from the Great Dane. From the corner of my eye I watched, too. The dog's long red prick was hanging out again. He was lapping her like crazy, slobbering all over her crotch. Beth was jerking and twitching and coming off all the time.
"Then the big dog gave a deep bark and jumped up his front feet on her breasts and shoulders and started jabbing that long, thin red rod of his at her cunt.
"Beth wasn't surprised. She laughed, all excited and said, all gaspy, 'Hannibal! You want to fuck your mother?'
"He barked loud. She slid lower and took his jabbing prick and got it inside her cunt.
"That dog fucked her like he'd done it lots of times. He wasn't scared. He thumped it into her!
"Seeing his wife getting it from the Dane got John all hot. He went off deep in my mouth.
"I got the first big shot in my throat, when I had my mouth full of his prick. I nearly choked. He pumped more and more jism as I sucked harder than ever, all-out, and bobbed my head as fast as I could.
"He moaned for me to stop. I obeyed. I kept as much of his jism as I could, and swallowed it. It helped wipe out some of the shit taste. I worked up as much saliva as I could, too, and swallowed.
"Beth couldn't take too much of the stabbing Hannibal was giving her cunt. She was quivering. She pushed him down just as he started to shoot off. The poor dog squirted all over the carpet. He barked and whined and ran around the room like he was crazy. He looked awfully big and dangerous for a minute. But he quieted down.
"John said, 'We should have let him finish in Nancy."
"Beth said yes, but he was too far gone and she didn't want to clean his stuff out of her vagina, so she had pushed him out.
"John went into the kitchen and got a wet rag and some rug stuff and cleaned the jism spots on the carpet.
"Everybody was naked. Skinny, bony John, with that long, soft meat swinging between his scrawny legs. And short, big-hipped Beth, with her saggy, wide tits and short, curled red hair. And me-button nose, long hair, big, nice tits and narrow ass.
"John told Hannibal to stay. Then he and Beth took me into a special room in the back of their house. They locked the door, which was thick and I guess soundproofed, from the way it fitted shut. The walls were cork paneling and the ceiling was a little lower than it should have been. It was cork.
"What made me nervous was the padded leather table with straps and buckles, and the chains and manacles hanging from the back wall.
"There were some cabinets against another wall. And the carpet was deep red and very thick and soft. Sounds just dropped dead in that room.
"John said, 'Lie on the table, Nancy. We're going to do things to you. On your back."
"I did it. They strapped me down with my knees tied to my chest. Then they put a gag into and over my mouth. Christ, did I feel helpless and alone and scared.
"I saw John get a couple of big fat rubber pricks from a drawer. He and Beth had fun picking out added extra attachments-french ticklers and sleeves of rubber bumps and a couple of torpedo vibrators that fitted inside the fake pricks.
"Then John and Beth came over to me and smiled down at me. They ran their hands into my crotch. They couldn't feel my tits. My knees were tied up against my tits. It sounds painful or at least uncomfortable, but it wasn't. The table was padded under the leather with foam rubber. The straps were snug but not too tight.
"They fiddled with my pussy. Beth said, 'She's slippery. She obviously likes the idea."
"John waggled his big rubber prick in front of my eyes. He had it loaded with some kind of ticklers and stiff with a vibrator. He said, 'Ten inches of dildo, Nancy. You're going to feel this all the way down to your toes."
"Beth showed me the one she had decorated with all kinds of rows of rubber bumps and with a big stick-up clit thumper at the base. She said, 'Ten inches, too, so get yourself prepared for a thrill of a lifetime."
"They let me watch as they smeared some slick goop from a tube over the pricks. Then they moved down to the end of the table and I knew I was just about to get royally fucked with those things.
"I had slimy guts and I was gaspy with fear. Ten inches! Those rubber pricks had looked a helluva lot thicker and longer than John's real prick ... and he'd been all I could handle without rupturing or something.
"I wondered-did Sandra take those things all the way? I thought maybe she had room for them in her big black belly ... and ass. Then I stopped thinking about anything. I started to feel."
One wonders if there is actually such a thing as an orgy these days. Beyond the explicit definition of orgy are some rather subtly implied limitations. For example, when one uses the word, a certain rarity or infrequency is implied, something on the order of what is conjured up with use of the word saturnalia. These days, the social get-together which used to be referred to as an orgy is far too common to any longer carry the distinction of being 'special.' Furthermore, the 'orgies' of today are as experimentative and as innovative as any we find in historical references. The saturnalias of ancient Rome, especially those hosted by such emperors as Caligula and Nero, entertained twenty or thirty members of each sex, all high-born (according to the historian Tacitus). Measured against this, consider weekly Southern California parties-admittedly handled in a commercial fashion-where as many as two hundred couples are turned away at the gate for lack of facilities. Therefore, as was said, it seems that the specialization connoted by the word orgy has been lost by dilution in these early 1970's.
Be that as it may, there is a phenomenon which occurs in the more progressive areas of the United States which is definitely orgiastic in nature and which has a great deal in common with some of the more notorious sex parties of history. This phenomenon is called swinging. It is not really quite the same as swapping, since the latter term implies that several married couples get together and simply trade partners. In other words, no one gives up anything, no one really gets together en masse, because swappers seem to be predisposed to sneak off, a couple at a time, to a dark bedroom. Swingers, on the other hand, are much more apt to assemble in one bed-as many as the bed will hold, usually-and there's a great deal of troilistic and pluralistic interplay. There are other differences between swingers and swappers, althouth it is not a simple matter to make the exact delineations. In order to make this clear, let us begin with some of the known fact and fancy which surrounds the current thinking about swinging.
A century ago, Charles Baudelaire wrote:
The human animal is more victim to its appetites than any other-not because he yields to them, but precisely because he does not. Today's withheld desire is tomorrow's curse. Science has not yet graphed any curve nearly so destructive.
Baudelaire's biographers do not paint him as much of a swinger, but that's immaterial; his attitude and outlooks must have been on a line with those of today's swinger, else he could not have penned the above. He captured, in those few words, the fundamental credo of the swinger, who believes that a large-viewed approach to interrelationships of all kinds is not only a pleasant way to live, but a healthy one as well. The appetites of men usually represent underlying urgencies which cannot be continually repressed or suppressed without some manner of cost to the individual.
We don't know for sure from classical literature of very many swingers as such. Those supersexual libertines of antiquity may or may not have been swingers-it's difficult to tell from dry chronicles whether this person or that was a swinger because the chroniclers are rarely able to tell us the frame of mind of the subject, or his particular perceptions of the world and people around him. Generally speaking, someone like Nero can be dismissed as a nonswinger, despite his notoriously loose sexual habits. For one thing, peoples' lives depended on his whim; for another, his history is one of self-service and indifference to others.
Granting the shortcomings of generalities, it is probably safe to say that the greater a man's authority, the more difficult it will be for him to align to the outlook of the swinger. Kings, lords, presidents, senators, jurists, and persons of like or just lesser authority are not very good swinger material, simply because they represent the cold, unloving and suspicious world of acquisition.
On the other hand, some hold that the lowest cultural, educational and economic levels are made up largely of small-minded, unimaginative prudes. This very large group of people, some believe, makes poor swinger material, because there seems to be a correlation between underachievement and lack of imagination, and most people contend that swinging requires imagination.
For this same reason-lack of imagination-many adherents of the cultural status-quo, it is believed, cannot be swingers because rigid conservatism or religiosity do not ordinarily go hand-in-hand with curious and experimentative approaches to life and the living of it.
There are many subgroups of people who would be very uncomfortable as swingers. People with significant insecurities in their personality makeup are very poor candidates, for example, and there are a great many such people. It is much easier to select and describe the nonswinger types than it is the good prospects.
To responsibly explain who the swingers are, and from what cross-sections of the community they come will require that the mind of the swinger be examined more thoroughly, as well as what it is he really seeks. It is simplistic to suggest that the arrangements and purposes of the swinger is exclusively sexual. It would be dishonest to promote the idea that swingers and swappers are from the same cut of cloth-their philosophies are markedly different, as is the value of the relationships which develop among the two groups.
Literature gives us accounts of various groups of free-living, free-loving groups during other eras, yet these most often were closely allied with cultish concepts, wherein the homogenous group was also engaged in the activist business of rejecting the rest of the world. Ancient Rome, for example, indulged in a great deal of pluralistic and seemingly indiscriminate sexual activity, but the historical texts we have read indicate anything but a swinging view. The Romans seem to have had a self-serving and completely in-directed view of sex for sex's sake. So, too, have many other cultures. The erotic customs of the Syrians, Persians and Greeks found their way into the eventual Roman sexual attitude and certainly contributed to the later refinements. The Romans, oddly, found it necessary to cloak their sexual activity in religious trappings, although little encouragement was needed to get the people to take part. In fact, group sex is an explicit function in that form of marriage known as polyandrous (in old texts: omnigamous), in which all or many of a (small) group of people are married to each other severally and without value distinctions between any of the partnerships and any other partnerships. In these cases (usually coming to us from Vedic India and certain other Oriental cultures), sex did not automatically occur between all members who could legally thus engage, but it was there if they wanted it.
Certain treatises have purported that this was one of the earlier of marriage forms and probably existed in diverse cultures. Their reasoning is that group sex only becomes an antisocial or antireligious concept after societies and religions reach a rather high stage in development. For example, the Ausi, a people of Libya, cohabited so loosely with their women that all of the children of the tribe were considered to be the community property of the tribe until they were old enough to walk alone, at which time they were brought by their mothers into a public assembly of the people. The adult male to whom the child first spoke was then required by law to be acknowledged as the father.
Group sex is still quite popular among the primitives and semi-primitives of the modern world; the Samoans of which Margaret Mead writes regard sex as an amusing and somewhat frivolous activity. Samoan society is a nonpareil of smoothness, possibly related to the fact they considered sexual to be little more than play, permissable in all heterosexual and homosexual expressions; any sort of variation is an artistic addition.
In the vastness of Africa is to be found representation of every sexual practice and custom known to man. There is a great deal of sexual freedom known to all the tribes. Several tribes of the Nile are openly promiscuous. Their attitudes are that free love, group sex, and the orgy are all normal and natural. Among these tribes are the Babau, the Koronga, and the Mesakim, who teach birth control to children. Young boys of the Massai tribe (famous for their warring inclinations) are taught coitus interruptus; likewise their young girl partners are taught to finish off the withdrawn members of their paramours by either masturbation or fellatio. Girls are instructed in the use of contraceptive tampons, which are made of oiled animal skins. Several Congolese tribes also give sex instruction to children. During the day the children accompany the adults of the village for various instructive techniques in actual demonstration. At night, the children return to special huts, where they practice what they have witnessed, exchanging partners at will.
It is probably reasonable to assume that the Middle Ages, the Renaissance, the Victorian era, and the early twentieth century were all pretty much similar in their general suppression of sexual activity as an enjoyment. Too, it is likely there have always been small pockets of rebels in all these cultures who have refused to abide by the general proscriptions. The truth is that wild tales have sifted down through the ages from the French, Viennese, Indians, and others, but much of this could have been wishful thinking.
In any event, the ancient sexual activities were secret for the most part and did not represent a national current. Nor did they have the idea of love and trust and openness. In a manner of speaking, the world probably has not had swingers, in the fullest sense, in very many-if any-earlier cultures. This is almost certainly due to the scope of awareness which has been brought on by the shrinking of the world and the dissemination of attitudes by means of communication.
As we proceed with the following accounts, it will undoubtedly become apparent that many parallels do exist in any comparison of the sexual mores of the past and the present. At the same time, it should also be clear that there is something unique about the swinging scene that does actually set it apart.
As we continue on, it will be seen that the possible situations are many, and that the absolutely inflexible rules are few.
CHAPTER ONE
The Neighborly Kind
"I glanced around the comfortable kitchen, pleasantly surprised at how familiar Ginger's house seemed in so short a time. Frank and I had moved into the neighborhood only three weeks before, and Ginger, who lived down the block, had gone out of her way to make us feel welcome.
"Ginger grinned as she held out a plate heaped with delicious-looking cookies. 'Go ahead,' she invited, 'help yourself. With a bod like that you can afford to indulge."
"I took a cookie and tried not to show how pleased I was at her comment on my figure. There was something about Ginger that made me aware of all I didn't have-a fine education, a go-getter husband, a fat nest egg. Our house was the basic model, but Ginger's was the deluxe type. I was more than a little jealous.
"I nibbled on the cookie and studied Ginger from under the sweeping expanse of my new eyelashes. It was just as well that she watched what she ate. Ginger had the kind of lush body that could go downhill quickly if she wasn't careful, a sort of over-ripe quality. But there, in a flame hot-pants outfit with sheer pantyhose underneath, she was unquestionably sexy. There was a mirror on the wall, one of those fancy ones, and in it I watched both of us as Ginger poured coffee. She was red-haired and big, busty and rounded all over. Her heavy hair fell nearly to her waist, and her cute outfit did nothing to disguise the fact that there was a lot of woman underneath.
"I had to admit that I looked like something out of a church choir next to her. I'm a honey blonde with the sweet kind of face and cute figure that keeps looking like an ad for breakfast food or something, no matter what you do to it. I'd always resented my looks. Men tended to treat me like china, even Frank. His lovemaking was entirely too gentle. ... In the four years of our marriage I'd never once felt really satisfied.
"It was as if Ginger could read my mind. She suddenly looked at me closely and bent over the table, bringing her ripe lips an inch or so from my own. 'You know, I should be jealous of you. My Carl would give anything to fuck you."
"I didn't know what to say. Her unexpected statement did a funny thing to me ... it got me sort of hot! I felt a sudden rush of moisture between my thighs at the thought of Carl wanting to fuck me and at the way Ginger had so casually mentioned it.
"My reaction seemed to be a lot more obvious than I thought. Ginger brought her lips even closer to mine. 'I really don't blame him, Jean. ... Not at all."
"Before I could move, Ginger's warm, clinging, lipsticked mouth was on mine. A thousand tiny fingers drummed on the insides of my thighs as the tip of her tongue slithered into my mouth. It was crazy! Here I was, a normal housewife with a handsome husband who fucked me regularly, kissing a woman and getting hot! It made no sense. After all, I was sexually satisfied, wasn't I?
"A million things passed through my mind in the eternity of that kiss. I quickly reviewed my sex life, and the little I knew of homosexual love. Bed with Frank was fucking in a calm, tender way. Nothing more. How many nights had I tossed and turned, wishing for something more? And homosexual love, sex between two women, how did that work?
"I returned Ginger's tonguing passionately as I considered the little I knew of lesbianism. Would Ginger use her mouth on me? Would she actually kiss my pussy? Lick it? Then her hands went to my breasts and I stopped thinking about anything.
"She broke the kiss long enough to whisper into my ear, 'Let's go into the bedroom, darling. Then I can kiss you all over. Every delicious inch of you----'
"She held my hand as she led the way down the hallway to the plush master bedroom. The kingsized bed had a fake white fur spread and a dozen furry little pillows in a riot of colors. In a daze, I watched Ginger scoop up a pile of these pillows and heap them at the foot of the bed. Her fair skin was flushed, and her blue eyes were glazed with excitement.
"She kissed me hard, then roughly pushed me down on the bed so that my hips were at the edge, just over the mound of pillows. She knelt on them and pushed my legs apart. I felt like a fish out of water, floundering on the too-soft bed on my back, fully dressed in my frilly underthings, my summery full-skirted dress and even my high heels, while this woman spread my legs and brought her sexy face to my panty-covered crotch. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me, more exciting than the tender fucking my husband gave me every few nights. I hoped Ginger liked the taste of pussy juice, because I knew I must be soaked, even through the silky panties.
"'I can't wait . ... ' she whispered thickly. 'I have to kiss your pretty little cunt, your adorable little pussy...."
"An electric shock passed through me as her lips skimmed over my slit. The cloth between us seemed to melt into nothingness. The realization that this woman whom I barely knew was kissing my pussy was unbearably thrilling. Almost at once Ginger moaned into my slit, her lips hard against me. It wasn't until she pulled away a few seconds later that I realized Ginger had come from her brief kissing of my wet crotch. I think I would have orgasmed myself if I'd been aware of it at the time.
"Ginger recovered quickly. She got up and pulled me to my feet. 'Watch me,' she ordered, her breasts heaving with her obvious excitement. First she pulled off the orange top, a jersey pullover loose enough to hint at the shape of her large breasts without actually revealing them. Her bra was a wisp of fabric which she removed quickly. Before I could get a good look at her naked tits, she was bending over, skimming off the orange hot pants. Then she stood up.
"She was like something out of a magazine-only more-because Ginger was about as three-dimensional as you can get. All she wore was the sheer pantyhose. Her flesh was smooth and highly colored. I'd never seen such large or beautiful breasts in my life. They were like two jutting melons hanging from her nicely-shaped ribcage, with just enough of a hint of sag to make them sway ever so slightly as she stood there watching me watch her. The cleft between the huge tits was deep, and Ginger's nipples were the pouty kind, the kind that ask to be kissed and sucked. Her ample waist was cut by the band of her pantyhose, and I thought that Ginger looked far more naked in them then she possibly could without the garment. The dark indentation of her navel was shadowed by the nylon, and her crotch was shockingly naked under the sheer fabric. Ginger wasn't a natural redhead. The hair on her plump cunt was a light brown and wiry enough to pierce the nylon in several places. Her thighs were rounded and her tapering legs long and shapely.
"Without removing the pantyhose, Ginger came to me. She put her arms around me and her kiss was demanding. Her body felt warm and lush against me, and her beautiful tits burned through the fabric of my dress. I was suddenly as eager to be naked as Ginger. As if once more reading my mind, the woman began unbuttoning my dress, her slim fingers undoing the bodice quickly. When it was opened to the waist, Ginger reached in and covered my breast with her hand. She squeezed hard over the fabric, sending little electric shocks straight into my creaming pussy. Then Ginger reached inside the bra and tightened her fingers on my naked tit. She was much more brutal this time, squeezing roughly. I was amazed to feel tremendous pleasure through the moment of pain. When she withdrew her hand I was almost panicky at the loss. But she settled into stripping me immediately.
"I felt the dress leave my body, and my eyes closed as I became Ginger's to do with as she pleased. I was dimly aware of her sighs of pleasure as she took off my bra. Then there was a moment of silence, followed by a hot mouth drawing one of my girlish little nipples into its moist depths. She tongued it briefly while her other hand roughly palmed my other tit, bringing on another wave of pain-pleasure. I nearly fell back onto the bed, but the stronger woman made me hold my ground.
"Ginger removed her wonderful mouth and resumed her task of making me naked. She had my panties off in a flash and immediately brought a hand to my sopping pussy.
"'That's so nice, darling,' she breathed, parting the lips of my cunt with her fingers. She found my juicing hole and dipped into it, her touch light and all the more thrilling for its delicacy after the mauling of my breasts. 'On the bed, Jean,' she urged, brushing her mouth against mine. 'Get on the bed so that I can kiss you all over."
"I allowed myself to fall against the plush fur. Through my slitted eyes I watched Ginger slip out of the pantyhose and hastily rub her own pubic bush. Then I closed my eyes and waited.
"Her mouth first touched the underside of one of my high breasts. I was secretly proud of my tits. They were what some men call a nice little mouthful, very firm, full-nippled and smooth-fleshed. Ginger seemed to like them, too. She began to tongue each nipple while her hands cupped and squeezed the firm mounds. My crotch was on fire, and I longed for one of the hands to drop to my lap. Even a finger plunging in and out of my hole would feel so good....
"But Ginger acted as if there were all the time in the world. I watched her mouth make a tour of my shoulders, breasts and ribs, the long red hair startlingly dark against my white skin. I held my breath when the lips began to drift further downwards. Frank had never kissed me lower than my tits. He was a sweet guy, and I loved him, but for twenty-six, he was a little on the square side. I doubted if the thought of eating my pussy had ever entered his mind. I had thought of it more than once, and one time when Frank was asleep I had even considered waking him by taking his nice, big cock into my mouth. But I knew he'd be shocked, so I'd put all such thoughts out of my mind. But since I was actually in bed with this woman, letting her kiss me all over, I wondered how I'd ever put up with the dullness of my marriage.
"Then Ginger's tongue dipped into my navel and I stopped thinking. Her hands were parting my thighs and her body was slithering downwards, fitting itself between my legs. Every inch of my flesh was alert and waiting, and my throbbing cunt was wet and hungry. I bit down on my lip and barely breathed as the wildly exciting mouth explored my rounded belly and came so close to my pussy that Ginger's chin brushed against the blonde hairs of my mound. Without realizing it, I had been lifting my hips, aiming my hot crotch toward the redhead's wonderful mouth.
"Time had lost all meaning. I was stretched taut, half on, half off the bed, breathlessly waiting for the lowering mouth to settle between my legs. My generous hooded clitoris was stiffly prepared for the whiplash of an eager tongue. From far away I dimly heard the muted tick tock of a clock in the nearly soundless house. The mouth was on my mound, kissing and tonguing, slowly, so slowly moving toward my yearning slit. I attempted to part my legs even further, and my ass must have lifted another three inches off the mattress. A feathery movement of Ginger's tongue tickled me an inch or so above my clit, and my nerves bunched up in avid anticipation of what would come next. It felt like there was a little machine inside me manufacturing a slippery tonic. The moisture glazed the insides of my thighs and the long crack of my raised ass. I could feel the slow exhaling of air from her nostrils on the furry peak of my mound, and the nearness of her lips to my waiting slit.
"After an eternity, I felt it. At once my hands flew to the long red hair and an anguished moan exploded from my parted lips. Ginger's tongue had licked gently around my clitoris once, then her mouth clamped down over it toothlessly, sucking the unbearably sensitive knot of flesh as if it were a third tit. My thighs trembled spastically as her tongue began a rapid flickering, butterfly action on my trapped clit. I squirmed in the intimate embrace and groaned into the pillows, helplessly caught up in the most delicious anguish I'd ever experienced. I would gladly have died five minutes later if that were the price I would have to pay for the tongue lashing Ginger was giving me. All I cared about was that it continue, that she never stop doing those wonderful things to me.
"I don't know if Carl entered the moment Ginger began licking my cunt, or if he walked into the room five minutes later. I was so strung out on a pinnacle of pleasure, time had no relationship to my state of being. All I know is that one minute he wasn't there, we were blissfully alone in the bedroom, and the next Carl, Ginger's older, handsome husband was easing onto the bed completely naked, his arms going around me but in no way interfering with his wife's attack on my pussy. His cock was hard and stabbing against the side of my raised ass.
"It was impossible to open my eyes more than a slit, and hopeless to attempt to analyze my reaction to finding Carl suddenly in bed with us, his swollen prick hard up against me. But it didn't seem all that important at that point. Nothing did, except for the wonderful sensations rocking my loins. I think I even attempted a weak smile at Carl as his mouth went to work on my tits.
"Ginger released my pulsating clitoris and looked up. 'Want a turn, darling?' she asked as casually as if I were a toy they were sharing. But if I had any thought of protest, it died stillborn once the realization of not having a tongue in my cunt sunk in.
"'Don't mind if I do,' Carl answered her with a big grin. 'I love sucking these pretty little blonde cunts.' He waited until his wife had rolled off me, then fitted himself into the emptiness between my thighs. There was a brief scratching sensation as his shadowed jowls brushed against my opened cunt lips, then once more a talented and eager tongue was working on my excited pussy. The first thing Carl did was find my hole with his tongue and push in as far as he could. I nearly came when he did that. Then he pulled out, licked higher and higher until his tongue slithered over my clitoris. After a minute of that, he licked down over my hole, stabbed it again, and continued on down until his broad tongue was trailing over the crack of my ass and dipping into my tight little asshole. I barely had the time to respond to that delightful sensation when he began repeating the tour.
"In my feverish excitement, I lost track of Ginger until I felt something warm and wet nudge my cheek. I turned my flushed face and was assaulted by the musky odor of her spreading cunt. She had climbed on the bed and was in the process of straddling my face. I felt a moment of panic and distaste. I'd never given any thought to eating pussy. Not even when Ginger was eating mine. I'd never remotely desired any such act. Surely she didn't think I would....
"Then the whole issue became purely pointless. Ginger was sitting on my face with her wet pussy rubbing against my mouth. The highly spiced odor of her was abruptly exciting, and her straining pussy-was begging for my tongue in a way that left no doubt that whether or not I wanted to lick her, lick her I would. I parted my lips experimentally and stuck my tongue out a little way. Immediately my tongue connected with her hole. The milky slit tensed on the tip of my tongue and Ginger began to groan. I withdrew my tongue, but at that moment Carl began to concentrate all his attention on my clit. I opened my mouth to sigh ecstatically, and found it filling rapidly with flesh and pussy juice. So excited, so totally immersed in all that was going on in my body, that I gave up the doubt and vague distaste. I stuck my tongue as far into Ginger's hole as it would go, then began to lick her all over. The taste of her cunt in my mouth rapidly became enjoyable, adding to instead of detracting from Carl's miracle-working in my pussy.
"I came with my tongue buried in Ginger's sweet little asshole while Carl was sucking my clit. I held the woman tightly to me as the spasm passed, and Carl tongued me all the more until I calmed down. I felt like we could go on forever like this, but Carl soon pulled away.
"He climbed over me and brought his pussy-drenched face to mine. Ginger, who had rolled off me as Carl mounted me, watched us avidly from the side, her finger busy in her own slit. Then Carl kissed me, and I was too busy contending with his tongue in my mouth to see what Ginger was doing. I could feel his tremendous cock between my legs, and the knowledge that I would soon have it in me only excited me all the more. Frank and my life as his mousy little wife seemed like a story I'd once been told. Only on this bed with Ginger and Carl was I really alive....
"I felt Ginger get off the bed and enter it from somewhere between my wide-spread ankles. She was getting between both of our legs. As soon as I could, I turned my head to look over Carl's shoulder to see what she was doing. Carl released my mouth and busied himself with my ear instead, his wet tongue sending shivers up and down my spine. I peered through feverish eyes downwards to see Ginger licking her husband's balls from the back, then bringing her face up to bury it between the hairy cheeks of his ass. While she -rimmed his asshole Ginger reached around and played with his stiff cock and my wet pussy.
"Carl reached down and grabbed his prick, shrugging Ginger's hand out of the way. She contented herself with eating his ass, concentrating on fitting herself to him as he reared up in an effort to bring his dick to my slit. I felt the big head butting against my juicy hole, then he pulled back, tensed his muscles, and drove his huge prick right into my cunt!
"Frank had never fucked me like that, not once. I was used to being penetrated in short strokes, each one filling me a little more. But this was like a fist being rammed up my hole, only I loved it! I was stuffed to my womb with hard cock, and the sensation was enough to make me come all over again. Carl didn't wait until I finished. He began to ride me at once.
"'I'm going to fill that sweet little cunt of yours with cream, baby,' he moaned against my ear. 'When Frank fucks you tonight, he's going to think he's gone for a swim.' His movements were steadily increasing in speed, stretching my pussy to its limits. It felt wonderful. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my face into his shoulder. His hold on me kept me from joining his movements, but that was good, too. I was a receptacle, a willing, moist hole for his thick, aching cock.
"When Carl finally came, I was ready to join him again. I orgasmed as he pumped his boiling come into my womb. I tightened my legs around him and held on as he filled my hole with his rich sperm. This final come of mine was the strongest yet. His shoulders were deeply marked from my tightening fingers as spasm after spasm rocked me. Finally, I fell back on the bed and allowed him to withdraw. My legs, as I brought them together, ached.
"'That's what I call a fine fuck, Jean, my girl. Ginger must have been giving you lessons.' Carl pulled his wife down to the bed and into his arms.
"'I can't take credit for this one, love. She's a natural. Do you and Frank fuck that way?' Ginger reached over and kissed my lips sweetly.
"In a rush of confusion, I blurted out my disappointment in the sexual side of our marriage. While I talked, my hand fell quite naturally to Carl's soft but still thick cock. I felt extremely grateful to these people. Before them, I'd had no idea of how wonderful sex could be. Now the thought of going back to Frank and his tender-sticky-sweet lovemaking filled me with horror. T really do love Frank, Carl. But, after today, I'm afraid I might laugh in his face the next time he touches me like I was a piece of precious china. If only there were some way to get him to treat me like a real woman. Now that I know what sex can be, I never want to go back to what I was before."
"Carl grinned and nestled between 'the two of us. He dropped his right hand to Ginger's crotch and embedded a finger into her hole. With his left hand he did the same to me. 'Why don't each of you take turns kissing my cock?' He bent over and kissed the corners of my mouth. 'Relax and enjoy your first lesson at cocksucking, Jean. We'll take care of your husband. I promise....' "
One of the elements of swinging, of course, is bisexuality. It appears that there is some element about swinging that tends to bring out the hidden desires in those people who have not earlier made such discoveries, and something polarizing in those people who have hitherto been withholding or restraining the urge to indulge themselves fully.
This history gives us an opportunity to explain one of the more common outgrowths of swinging; the discovery of the homosexual component in many of the women, and a few of the men. It seems that in the 1970's the trend has been for swinging to take on more and more bisexual overtones, and in the case at hand, the developing relationship between Jean and Ginger is of special interest irrespective of the total interplay between the couples.
Because there is a considerable instance of female-female homosexuality as well as a lesser expression of male-male homosexuality evidenced in modern day swinging, it seems appropriate that we should comment regarding homosexuality in general.
Homosexuality is considerably less prevalent among women than among men. In the Kinsey studies (1948, 1953), 28 percent of women, as contrasted with 50 percent of men, reported that they had had some type of homosexual experience. In a great majority of cases, however, the relationship was experimental, and only one-third had reached the point of orgasm. Among single persons between thirty-six and forty years of age, ten percent of women, as compared with forty percent of men were found to be currently involved in overt homosexual relationships. Various reports also indicate that female homosexuals generally have far fewer sexual partners than male homosexuals, and do not persist in their activities for as long a time.
Female homosexuality has as long a history as male homosexuality. The practice was widely accepted in later Greece and Rome, and there were prostitutes for women as well as for men. The term lesbian, frequently applied to female homosexuals, derives its origin from the Greek island of Lesbos; the less widely used term sapphism refers to the Greek poetess, Sappho, who wrote glowing accounts of this type of relationship. Although female homosexuality is considered objectionable in our society, it usually arouses less active revulsion and censure than male homosexuality, and relatively few of these women are arrested and convicted.
Some homosexual women succeed in obtaining a measure of emotional support by joining an informal clique or a more formal organization such as the Daughters of Bilitis. This is a national organization with chapters in many large cities, and is named after a collection of poems by Pierre Louys dealing with the women of Lesbos.
In general, however, opportunities for group contact seem to be far fewer for female than for male homosexuals, and they have fewer centers like the "gay" bars of the men. For this reason-and probably because they are less interested in transitory gratification-they became more dependent on individual relationships. These partnerships, or "marriages," do not often work out well since so many female homosexuals are unhappy, conflicted people who cannot maintain lasting relationships of any kind. Although many of them feel that their problems would come to an end if society would only recognize and accept them, practically all psychiatrists regard them as sick people in urgent need of treatment. Some specialists, however, feel that the treatment process should be directed toward making them more comfortable in their present role rather than toward changing their sexual orientation.
Although we have treated of both lesbianism and male homosexuality as if they were exclusive acts (as is often understood or implied with use of the word homosexual) we are, in this reference, really talking about occasional adventures into homosexuality.
The swingers of the '70's are no different than people who have preceded them in their search for thousands of years, and perhaps have no higher an incidence of bisexuality in their makeup, but they do feel freer to express these undercurrents. The acts they perform are sometimes homosexual, but the great majority of these people certainly have an active heterosexual component, too, or they would not be married.
As it happens, the incidence of female homosexual acts during swinging parties is much greater than those seen between men. For that reason, it is perhaps best that we take a closer look at some of the circumstances concerning lesbianism. Quoting from the book Women Who Love Women by James Warren (Griffon Guides), we learn the following:
Female homosexuality stands as an unknown quantity-even in this enlightened day. In a manner of speaking, we know so little of this subject that we must consider larger portions of its study as being in the hypothetical stage. Even the large bodies of data accumulated from observation and discussion seem not to have the quality of being corroborative, much less conclusive.
From the medical viewpoint, there are no fewer than a dozen theories explaining lesbianism, each with a following. Interviews with lesbians themselves indicate that female homosexuality manifests itself in very many ways, some of which seem quite contradictory. From society's viewpoint, lesbianism is utterly mysterious, and hence condemned.
As we proceed with this case history, we will find that although the women enjoy brief bouts of homosexuality, they much prefer heterosexual relations with their men.
"'Are you sure this is a good idea, Carl?' I looked nervously around my bedroom. The nightstand clock suggested that Frank could be home anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour. I was more than a little nervous.
"'It's the only way we can go, baby.' Carl squeezed one of my nipples reassuringly and put out his cigarette.
"Ginger nodded. 'Carl's right. After all, you hinted enough for the first week, and still the guy won't do anything. I spent all of last week trying to get Frank to fuck me without being too obvious, but your husband must need the old ton of bricks routine before he catches on.' She looked particularly sexy tonight. Ginger wore a sheer black baby-doll nightie and all her marvelous womanliness was encased in cobwebs of silk. She looked good enough to eat, and I knew that before the evening was over, I would.
"'Look, Jean, when Frank walks in this room and sees the three of us having a little orgy he can react one of a number of ways. I promise you that whatever way he reacts initially, he's going to end up in bed with us, and he's never going to be the same. Trust me."
"'You really are sweet to me, both of you,' I said, meaning it. No matter what the world might think of what we had been doing to each other this past week or so, the E-s had made my world exciting for the first time. Deep down I knew that no matter what happened tonight, I would never be the same again. There was something so thrilling about sex when there were more than two people involved. Already I suspected that fulfillment could only come to me in group sex. I knew it was only a matter of time until we would begin to line up others in the neighborhood as possible participants ... like that couple down the street, the B-s----
"Carl's hand on my thigh brought me back to the present. 'Why don't you get in some more cocksucking practice? It'll help you relax, like a baby with its bottle.' He smiled, then pushed the sheet from his naked body. 'Let me get it hard first."
"With that, Carl pulled his wife to him, dragging her lovely body over his hard chest. The' black nightie fell open to reveal Ginger's fantastic breasts and wiry crotch. 'I'm just in the mood to lick that pretty box of yours, Ginger. Come sit on my face while Jean plays with my cock."
"Ginger complied at once, grinning as she spread her legs on either side of his head. The smile turned mischievous. 'I know how you are when you're in one of those cunt-lapping moods, Carl. When you want it, you really want it, don't you?' She lifted her bottom provocatively, squatting just beyond the reach of his tongue.
"He looked up into her tempting pussy. 'Be a good girl and push it against my mouth, baby. Sucking you gets my prick nice and hard."
"Ginger giggled and reached down. She moistened the tip of a finger with the dew of her sex, then traced the finger over his parted lips. 'Your cock is getting hard anyway, without licking me. Just the thought of it is getting you hot, isn't it?'
"I listened to all this byplay with fascination. It was true-Carl's big cock was beginning to swell without help from either of us. My own pussy was starting to glow nicely also. Something about the way Ginger was teasing her husband excited me.
"'Wouldn't you like to taste my cunt, darling? Can't you reach it? Stick your tongue out further. Maybe that would...."
"That was as far as she got. Carl reached up and pulled her to his mouth, ending the game and changing her grin to a grimace of sudden ecstasy. His lower face was hidden between the lips of her cunt. He seemed to be sticking his tongue as far into her hole as he could.
"I watched him eat Ginger for a few minutes, growing more and more excited and more forgetful about Frank and our real purpose for being there. As Carl's knowing tongue slithered into Ginger's tight asshole I lowered my head and began to kiss Carl's cock. It was hot and stiff in my mouth, a veined club of throbbing flesh that expanded still more as I stroked it with my tongue.
"Ginger twisted around to watch me at work. 'That's good, honey. Keep sucking him like that. Use your tongue more. Work it down under his balls. He loves that."
"Carl must have rewarded her for the directions because Ginger doubled over and gasped suddenly. 'My God! That feels so wonderful! Ooh ... ooh! Do that to me again! Again!'
"I turned my attentions back to Carl's prick. Sucking it made me feel good all over. Kind of warm and impatient. There was something really sexy about taking a man's prick in my mouth, sexier even than taking one in my cunt. It made me feel lightheaded and whorish. Besides, it started the cream flowing in my pussy really fast.
"'If we switch positions a little I can take care of Jean, Carl,' Ginger suggested, rolling off her husband's chest.
"'Little Miss Altruist, aren't you?' Carl curved his glazed lips into a smile. He planted himself on one end of the bed and positioned his wife so that one of her thighs served as a pillow for his head, and the other rested on his shoulder, giving his mouth free access to her frothing cunt.
"Ginger stretched out on her side at an angle across the bed and gestured to me to come to her. Soon I found myself positioned like Ginger, with one of my white thighs under her head, and the other over. I gasped as her pointy little tongue immediately began working in my slit. My head was near Carl's belly. It was only a matter of twisting a little to once more have his prick halfway down my throat.
"The bed was alive with muted groans as each of us attempted to top whatever performance we'd previously given. It was nearly impossible to concentrate on the cock in my mouth with Ginger's tongue lapping at my clit, but I was determined to suck him even more exquisitely than the last time. I fought furiously against coming, tightening my muscles and directing all my thoughts on coaxing the sperm up and out of his balls. I was so absorbed in my lovely chore and in not coming that I never heard the bedroom door open and my husband Frank enter the room.
"The next five minutes were nightmarish. At first, Frank seemed unable to comprehend what was going on in his bed, or who the players were. He stared at me dully, and only seemed to listening as Carl explained what sex was really all about. It wasn't until Ginger made her move that Frank appeared to regain some semblance of life.
"She slithered off the bed, her see-through nightie throwing her sexy body into a half-shadow.
Her highly polished fingernails were twisting through Frank's thick brown hair before he realized she was next to him. 'Let me show you how nice sex can be, Frank, darling. Let all of us show you. Let Jean show you how good a wife she really can be...."
"Frank slapped her hand away as if it dripped poison. He backed out of the room, pausing uncertainly only when he was in the relative safety of the doorway.
"'I don't know what's going on here, but I'll clear out in a minute,' he said stiffly. 'I'll see a lawyer in the morning."
"His words penetrated immediately, and I panicked. I looked to Carl for help. Frank was leaving! He was going to see a lawyer! But Carl was no longer on the bed.
"'Don't talk like a man with a paper ass, buddy. Come on back into the room and let's talk about it.' Carl attempted to push aside Frank's fury by speaking very calmly. But Frank wasn't going for it. He glared at the larger man and started out of the room.
"With no show of anger, Carl casually gripped Frank's shoulder and prevented him from leaving. His steely fingers guided Frank to the bed.
"The next few minutes were a blur. Frank attempted to leave again and Carl did something to his shoulder to convince him otherwise. All the while Ginger was deftly undressing my husband. I just sat and watched, as confused as Frank.
"Once Ginger had Frank's cock in her experienced grasp, there seemed to be less pressure needed from Carl. I glanced over at Frank just as Ginger ducked her head in the direction of his lap. Frank looked stunned and completely confused, but I noticed his prick was standing up tall. Then it disappeared into Ginger's lush mouth.
"I had little time to observe Frank and Ginger, however. Immediately Carl grabbed me and sat me down on his lap. I sighed as his big prick slipped inside me. But even before I could really settle down on the lovely cock, I was being dragged off it by my husband. His semi-erect prick was wet with Ginger's spit, but Frank's anger had made him lose interest in the blow job.
"I honestly think Frank was all set to slug me at that point. Frank is generally the calm type. He works in an office all day and never gets really excited about anything. But he was furious. He called me a whore and a few other names, but then Carl was there and things began happening again. I watched silently as Carl forced my husband to the bed. He seemed to exchange some kind of look with Ginger. Then he held Frank on the bed on his stomach and Ginger leaned over and began licking Frank's tensed ass. She roughly parted the slim cheeks and got busy applying as much spit as she could to his little hole. I didn't know what to expect, but I sure didn't expect what did happen.
"'The best way to break down your hang-ups about what's proper sex and what isn't, is to have you do the most improper thing you can possibly do. So that's why I'm now going to fuck you in the ass."
"Frank went wild. He would probably have killed Carl if he could have. But Carl was too strong for him. He had his cock nosing into my husband's tiny rectum in minutes, and there was nothing Frank could do about it.
"'If you try to relax you'll see that it isn't all that bad. It even feels kind of nice, once you get used to it. The more you fight me, the more it will hurt.' Carl's voice was very soothing as he dipped his prick further and further in Frank's butt. Finally, the message got through, or maybe Frank just got tired of fighting-he was still except for an occasional groan. At that point, Carl pulled Frank to him, rolling both of them over on their sides. I was amazed to see my husband's cock hard as a rock. Ginger took it into her mouth at once.
"At first, I didn't know what to do with myself, but as I watched my husband cope with the new sensations hitting him all at once, a tremendous wave of tenderness came over me. I leaned over and began to kiss Frank, thrusting my tongue in and out of his mouth with strokes in time with the movement of the cock in his asshole.
"Soon I felt an answering tongue stroke my own, and I knew that Carl was right, everything was going to be fine. I held Frank while the cock in his ass and the mouth on his prick worked together to bring everything to a peak. I could feel every nerve cell in his body begin to clench in anticipation. There was no doubt in my mind that sex had never been anything like this for Frank, and since he was tasting what it could be, there would be no turning back. The thought excited me so much that I broke off our kiss in order to ease myself up towards my husband's face.
"When his lips were only inches from my twat, I relaxed. The wait seemed endless, but no more than five seconds could possibly have passed. Then I felt hesitant lips brush my sopping bush. 'Go on, darling, lick it. Use your tongue. Please. I love it. Just do it a little, please. You'll like it,' I coaxed, rubbing my pussy in his face. It was funny-we had been married for years, yet he had never been this close to my cunt before.
"He didn't get a chance to find out if he liked eating pussy or not right then. Frank no more than tickled my furry mound with the tip of his tongue when he doubled up with an orgasm so intense it left him groaning into the pillow. Ginger seemed to be having trouble swallowing all the thick come that was spurting out of his prick.
"When it was all over Carl withdrew his wilted dick from Frank's asshole and Ginger blotted her tired mouth on my sheet.
"I wasn't sure how to act with Frank, but my fears were for nothing. 'I had no idea....' Frank's handsome face was flushed as we talked together later in bed, after Ginger and Carl were gone.
"'Did you really like it?' I asked, playing with his cock. 'I mean, it was my idea and all. Did you like it enough to, well, to do it again some time?'
"Frank fondled one of my nipples and laughed. 'Do I get to pick the cast of players? Answer that, first."
"'Sure,' I answered, wondering if he was kidding.
"'Then you just wait and see."
"I didn't have long to wait. Four days later Frank came home from work with two hitchhikers, a young hippie couple. The girl, whose name was Raye, had long dark hair and beautiful breasts that jiggled loosely under a thin tie-dyed T-shirt. She wore tight faded jeans with pictures and words embroidered on them, and her long-legged walk promised beautiful legs and a pretty little ass. Jeff, her boyfriend, was big and bearded, with rippling muscles under a skin tight shirt. From what I could see of his papery levis, he was built well all over.
"I made dinner and the evening ticked by slowly, with conversation strained to say the least. I could think of nothing else but getting into the bed in our room with these people, but neither Frank nor myself had the experience to get things off the ground. They had agreed to stay overnight and resume their hitchhiking in the morning.
"I was beginning to think they would pass out of our lives untouched when Carl and Ginger came over! I couldn't wait to get them alone. I explained the situation quickly and asked Carl what to do.
"'These kids like people who are out front with them, as they call it. Why not just tell them what you like, and maybe they like the same thing. It's worth a try, anyway. Why not?' Carl eyed the girl. 'It most certainly is worth a try."
"Ginger nodded. 'From the looks of those muscles, I'd say a try is definitely called for."
"'Why don't you stay and join us,' I suggested. 'Please do! That would be so much fun!' The image of all six of us in bed was enough to start my blood boiling. Besides, from the look in Ginger's cat eyes, I knew having her around would insure something happening tonight!
"I watched Ginger make her way over to Raye and talk softly to her for a few minutes. Then Ginger smiled and inched her way over to Jeff. She was gloating by the time she got back to us.
"'I'm getting tired. What say we put a few blankets on the floor down here and all get cozy, huh? Our new friends would be delighted to join us."
"Suddenly, things began to happen. All the lights were doused except for one in the hallway. I made an attempt with the blankets, but clothes were being thrown everywhere and I decided the rug would have to do. I sat down out of the way and watched.
"Jeff had shucked his shirt and was peeling off the levis when I found him in the dimness. I watched, fascinated, as his cock leaped into view. It was big, all right, enormous, with a wedge-like head and a thick shaft. A nest of blond hair padded his huge balls. Naked, Jeff looked more like a bull than a man. Ginger must have thought so, too. She made a bee-line for him as soon as he was out of the pants.
"I couldn't find Raye at first, then realized why. Carl and Frank had her cornered. Each was working on her clothing. Frank had his hands in her pants, working feverishly at freeing her of them. From what I could see, Raye had a spectacular body. Her breasts were firm yet full, punctuated by high, pointy nipples.
"Frank finally managed to get the jeans off the girl, but then he seemed at a loss. Carl had no such problems. His hands were all over her, squeezing her tits, teasing her nipples, running between her thighs as if to test the springiness of the wiry black nest of pubic hair. From where I was, I could see the first hint of moisture between the girl's legs.
"I glanced over at Ginger and Jeff once more. Ginger was busy sucking his massive cock. She had to use both hands on him to keep from choking. His big testicles formed a fleshy pillow for her chin. Jeff caught my eyes on him.
"'Hey, look who's still dressed! Come join the party, Jean."
"I obeyed silently, walking to the bearded man on shaking legs. Dimly I saw Carl and Frank embracing Raye, but I couldn't quite make out what they were doing.
"Ginger was still sucking Jeff's prick when I neared them. She didn't look up when Jeff told me to strip. I got out of my things quickly, enormously excited at the way Jeff responded to my firm little tits. He reached over and tongued one briefly, then the other.
"It was Carl who brought us all to the center of the room. 'Let's be experimental,' he suggested. 'Jeff, you get in the middle of the floor. That's good. Now someone do something to him. That big prick of his is waiting."
"Ginger immediately kneeled before him and resumed blowing him. 'Now who wants to do something....' Carl got no further when Frank stepped up to Ginger and fitted himself to her body as she sucked Jeff. He began to fuck her dog style, from the back, his long prick easily sucked into Ginger's hot pussy. Raye surprised me by getting to her knees behind Frank and penetrating his asshole with her pink tongue. Carl wasted no time going to her. Like Frank, he wrapped himself around the girl and worked his cock into her cunt. That left only me. Once I got into position behind Carl I found myself only inches from Jeff. I busied myself with licking Carl's balls and ass while he rammed his prick in and out of Raye's twat. It didn't take long before Jeff managed to twist around enough to apply his hot tongue to my slit.
"Jeff's tongue-work was as powerful as he was. He went directly to my clit and began a steady drumming on it with his tongue. That and the excitement of so many bodies all getting their kicks at once was more than enough for me. I groaned against Carl's heavy balls and spasmed while Jeff's tongue continued its relentless licking.
"As I recovered, I heard an echoing groan, then a high-pitched moan followed by a sharp gasp. All around me the others were coming, the girls convulsing around cocks or avid tongues, the males emptying their balls in willing mouths or well-reamed pussies.
"We re-formed after only a few minutes' rest. Jeff's giant cock was still hard. Its slimy head had barely finished oozing sperm, but already it was ready to go again. He got on his side on the rug and pulled me down with him. His big hands hooked one of my legs up and over his hip and carefully worked his huge prick into my tight but very wet and willing hole. The others were ringed around us, watching as Jeff fed more and more of it into me. Just when I thought my cunt could stretch no more, another inch would somehow be swallowed up. When he was all the way inside me someone attached their mouth to my rump. It felt wonderful.
"I was dimly aware that the others were all joining in, but I couldn't get outside of myself enough to see what they were doing. Because I was coming again, coming the way I can only when being a part of group sex, feeling a whole room alive with eager tongues, steaming pussies and throbbing cocks.
"The rest of the evening kept getting better and better. There's no end to the fun six willing and uninhibited people can have together. There was no way we didn't fuck, no one we didn't suck, of either sex, and I even got my tight little asshole fucked for the first time. When we finally fell asleep it was daylight and only a few hours from the time Jeff and Raye wanted to leave.
"'Maybe we can persuade them to stay over an extra day or two,' I mumbled sleepily to Frank.
"My husband grinned happily, his exhausted eyes closing. 'Sure. But if they can't, there's another couple I was thinking about. You know the B-s down the block? That cute little blonde?
With the good-looking husband? Well, I was thinking of inviting them over for a few drinks...."
"I nestled against my husband and smiled. From all indications, it looked like it was going to be an exciting life from then on....
"I, for one, was looking forward to it...."
It is quite natural for experimenting couples of this type to find that once released to this form of sexual activity (that is, having once experienced something which most likely has been lying dormant as a secret desire for many years), the result is much the same as the opening of a floodgate. Once experienced, the act of interchanging sex partners all too often becomes a way of life rather than an occasional eccentric pursuit. For this reason we regard most swingers as being pretty much on a set course once they have indulged, and once it has been established that the first experiment did not leave insurmountable conflicts behind in the minds of the participants. Once past that barrier, there is a very good chance that swinging becomes a way of life.
CHAPTER TWO
Contemplating Nature
"I guess you might call me the champion people watcher of all time. I make notes mentally and for real on just about everybody I meet; anybody I meet who has anything at all going for them in the sex department. Because, if the truth be known, sex is my primary hobby. I just like to combine the two interests, you might say.
"So here's what I jotted down on the people who were renting the cabins near where Helena and I were renting ours. We were isolated way out on this ranch in Wyoming. Four cabins in a large grove of beautiful aspen trees, right next to a lake.
"Cabin number one: Her name, I think, is Claire. She's small and dark, but with a good set of tits and a beautiful round ass. He's small, too, and wiry. Likes to run around without a shirt.
"Cabin number two: Her name, I know for sure, is Sue. Her husband is always calling her. Sue? Sue? Sue! But, Christ, he's got reasons to call, because she is one stacked pussy. Light blonde hair, about five-seven, hundred and ten. Slender but curvy as shit. He's one of those muscle types. His name's Stan, same as mine. That could lead to trouble. Because if that broad whispers, 'Fuck me, Stan,' and I hear it, I'm going to do it.
"Cabin number three: Billie Joe. Flashy blonde and a little overweight, but who gives a shit. She's got a set of jugs that never quit and an ass you could grab on to and fuck for hours on end. She wears these little bitty bikinis and they make her tits look even bigger than they are. Oh, wow! Her pussy hair is dark. I've seen that, too. That's how small those swimsuits are she wears. Her husband's name is Pat, or Patty. I guess she just calls him 'Patty' when she's feeling like getting fucked. This guy looks like he's carrying a goddamned totem pole in his pants. Anything he wears, he still looks like he's got a Ringling Brothers circus tent, on its side, going in front of him.
"Cabin number four: Helena is the broad in this one. And she belongs to me. And she's the best-looking redhead a guy could want. Beautiful hair, beautiful body, a mouth that likes to suck cock and a cunt that squeezes the fucking juice right out of your cock. And she's a real redhead, too. I know, because I've had my nose stuck in that pussy hair of hers for a lot of hours. I like to eat pussy. Her husband's name is Stan (that's me) and he's perfect. Handsome, tall, dark, muscular, kind, generous, hung and always ready to fuck. Anything.
"What brought all these people together was a vacation. None of us knew each other before we arrived. It just happened that it ended up being a pretty damned good-looking group.
"Actually, I fought the idea of coming up to Wyoming and spending two whole fucking weeks out in the middle of nowhere. I said to Helena something about what the fuck were we going to do after we got tired of looking at the trees. But she said she wanted to rest, away from the kids, so I agreed. That was really what sold me. No kids. They wouldn't allow them in the cabins. So we packed our three monsters off to their grandmother's-poor old lady-and headed up to the Big Sky country.
"I don't want to give you the idea that I don't like my kids. They're the greatest in the world. Like everybody's said, I wouldn't take a million for any one of them, but I wouldn't give a dime for any more. And sometimes, I'd take a ten-cent piece for the whole lot. So, anyway, it was good to get away from the three little darlings for a while.
"And the setting for the cabins was beautiful. All sky and pines and aspen, with a clear blue lake about fifty feet away. And absolute solitude. Except for the people in the other three cabins, there wasn't a fucking soul around. We paid our money at the main house and the manager pointed in the direction of the cabins. We were on our own.
"The first sight I caught hold of as we pulled up was Billie Joe, that big blonde, out sunbathing. She had the top of the damned bikini open and was lying on her belly. You could see those big tits squishing out from under her chest, and that big ass of hers-not too big, mind you, just ample enough to appreciate-was enough to make a man's mouth water.
"'Hold it, Stan,' Helena says. 'We're here to commune with nature."
"She was right, but let me tell you, that lasted about an hour and a half. Sure it was great, with the Grand Tetons to look at in the distance, and all that big sky, but then you started looking around for something to fuck. Right? I'm only normal.
"And don't get me wrong. Like I said before, Helena is one sexy doll and she fucks and sucks with the best of them. But I'm not the type of guy who thinks he should be tied down to one woman just because I put a ring on her finger and had a couple of kids by her. I love Helena and all that, but there sure are a lot of other pussies around to investigate. And, honest, I think my fucking around only makes me appreciate her more. After all, I always come home, don't I?
"So I think you got the picture. Helena was used to my screwing around, but we never talked about it. I was never aware that she had anything on the side. That almost made me feel kind of proud, able to keep everybody happy with my prick. As a matter-of-fact, that summer up in Wyoming was the first time I'd ever known Helena even to look at another guy. And at first she wasn't too anxious. But she got to like the idea real well real fast.
"As soon as we got all the food and shit inside, I threw on a bathing suit and headed out to see what was around. I walked down towards the water, making sure I passed close to where Billie Joe was lying on the ground. She looked up and stared at me like she was going to crawl over and suck my cock right there.
"I felt my prick start to grow, but I left that scene. I didn't know how her fucking husband felt about her staring at other guys and I didn't want to get my nuts blown off the first day of my vacation.
"I was sitting down by the edge of the lake when Helena joined me. There wasn't anybody else around and we started playing around like two puppies. It ended up she pushed me into the water. Well, I started off our little game session with a roaring hard on-what with the look from Billie Joe and seeing Helena in that suit of hers-but it wilted fast. That water was fucking cold! My prick and balls shriveled up like somebody'd hit them with a mallet.
"But, surprisingly enough, you got used to it pretty fast. Or just got numb, I don't know which. Either way, I managed to talk Helena into coming in. She jumped in, after I promised her it was 'warm,' and then the shit hit the fan. I think at first she was pissed that I'd lied to her, but then I started feeling around on her, sticking my hands down on her tits and my fingers up her cunt, and she started to warm up real fast. And so did I.
"My prick started to get over the shock of that cold water real fast. It started growing and growing, until I couldn't keep the damned thing in my suit. So there was only one other thing to do with it. Shove it up Helena's cunt. Man, if you've never fucked in cold water, you haven't lived.
"When you're sliding your cock in and out of a soft pussy you tend to warm up real fast, but with all that cold water around you, it takes longer for your body to react. And man, you really enjoy that fuck.
"Helena enjoyed it, too. Mainly, I guess, because it was a little freaky. You know, out in the open in the middle of the day, with at least a few people around and liable to see. I had her leaning against this big rock and I kept shoving my cock into her, leaning down and licking on her tits and then shoving my mouth against hers, eating out the inside with my tongue. She was far enough out of the water so that if anybody had walked by they sure as hell would have been able to tell that she was getting a royal fuck.
"Helena liked things like that. You know, sort of semi-weird. Like she was always telling me that someday she wanted me to fuck her on the corner of Sunset and Vine, right in front of all the tourists. On the steps of the Home Savings and Loan building. Now that, brother, is weird.
"So I guess with that in mind, I shouldn't have been surprised at what happened during our vacation. After all, being in virtual isolation with six other sex-happy people doesn't exactly lead to a lot of volleyball games. But it does lead to a fucking lot of other games. Like fucking.
"For the first day and a half, nobody paid much attention to each other. I guess they all felt obligated to rest, look at the scenery, read, look at the scenery, sun-bathe, look at the scenery. Like they told you to do in the brochure.
"But then it seemed that everybody's prime interest turned from the mountain views to closer things like cunts and pricks.
"Billie Joe started things off, of course. She sure was a fucking whore, and anything, and I mean anything, went with her. All four couples were down by the lake. We'd gotten friendly, but nothing like we were going to.
"I have to admit that I had my eye on both Claire, the little dark one, and Sue, that gorgeous stacked blonde. But everything was innocent. I'd just stare at them, imagining what it'd be like to have my prick sliding in and out of their pussies, until I got a roaring hard on; then I'd turn my attention to something else. Like a blow job. Christ, I might as well admit it. I had sex on my mind all the time.
"And it wasn't as if I wasn't getting any from Helena. Not so at all. In fact, she was raring to go more often than I was. Like just the night before we'd had one of our real freaky sessions. And when Helena got freaky, it was wild.
"I'd climbed into bed, not feeling tired, but what the hell else is there to do in the middle of nowhere? Right away, Helena starts things off by scooting down in the bed and taking my soft cock in her mouth. When I tried to reach down and at least grab hold of her pussy she stopped sucking and told me to lie back and that she'd do the work. I knew right then that we were going to have a freak session.
"Helena could suck cock better than any pussy in the world. She had a mouth that was soft as velvet. And she knew how to use it. She'd tease your cock and nuts until you were ready to climb the wall. Just licking and sucking and playing around with them with her fingers. And she could sense when she was about to get a load of come down her throat. Then she'd back off and let your come subside. Then right back with that talented mouth of hers. Oh, shit, she was good.
"She had this one thing she did, and I swear I don't know how she did it. Her mouth just isn't that fucking big. She'd take as much of my cock as she could-and believe me, it isn't a small one-and then she'd sort of swirl her tongue all around the whole thing. Long juicy licks around the whole cock.
"Anyway, this particular night, she got me so that my prick was throbbing and almost begging out loud to shoot off. Then Helena got up on her knees and straddled my belly. Nothing too freaky so far, right? She just sat on my cock. Her pussy was wet and slippery and she settled down on my prick just as nice and easy as possible.
"I could tell it was getting to her, though. She had her eyes closed as she slowly sat on that prick. And she kept groaning louder and louder and it inched deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"I started to grind my hips against her, but she put her hand down on my hip, wanting me to stop. Like she had said, she was going to do the work.
"She sat, with my cock imbedded deeply in her, for the longest time without moving. Too long. I wanted to fuck. But finally, she slowly began to move. In circles. Stretching her pussy and milking my prick all at the same time.
"And then, without any warning, she started fucking herself like she was crazy. Hands on the bed, supporting herself, she'd raise and drop almost as hard as she could down on my prick. Then up, until the knob was almost out, and then down hard again. And she kept coming and coming. I could feel her pussy grabbing hold of my prick every time she had an orgasm. And I had a hell of a time keeping from shooting off myself. But I managed.
"That was the best thing about Helena. She always came a lot. She really enjoyed sex. Just in the standard me-on-top, her-on-bottom-with-legs-up, she'd come about five times. And when we had a freaky session, like this one was going to be, she'd double that, at least.
"I guess her knees got tired because she eventually pulled off my cock. Right off, though, she started in again with her mouth. Sucking her own come off my cock. Man, that turns you on. I had to push her head away a couple of times to keep from coming. She'd give me a couple of seconds to get some control and then dive right back with her mouth.
"It ended up being asshole night. Every once in a while we had one of these. After Helena had sucked my cock until it was almost sore, just aching to shoot off, she gave it a little rest and started to move between my legs with her tongue. All over the balls and then washing that little area right behind the nuts that feels so good when somebody messes around with it.
"I'd flip over about then and she'd dig into my asshole with her tongue. Stiffen it up and shove it straight up into my asshole. Now this sounds weird, but it feels so fucking great. I'd just sort of whimper and she'd keep licking out my ass.
"That night, though, she had an extra surprise for me. While she was digging into my asshole with her tongue, she had reached over to the little nightstand and brought out some greasy stuff she used on her face. Only this time she didn't use it on her face. I turned my head slightly and I could see her putting a big glob of that greasy stuff up her own ass. That really got my cock hard. I knew what was coming.
"As soon as she was ready, I flipped over and settled again on my back. Helena straddled me again, but this time I wasn't in her cunt. I was sliding up her asshole. A lot more slowly, but just the same, I was fucking her in the ass. She braced herself with her hands behind her and slowly let my big prick inch up her asshole. Finally, it was all the way in. She let out this big sigh. I don't know if she enjoyed having the prick up her ass or if she just liked the idea of doing something so weird. But, whatever, I was enjoying the whole bit one hell of a lot.
"She raised herself about three times, lowering herself carefully, and then pulled off my cock. And then, do you know what the son-of-a-gun did? She sucked my cock again! That always turned me off just a little, but I figured if she liked it, hell, it was her bag. You can be damned certain though that I made sure she brushed her teeth and used strong mouthwash before I'd kiss her.
"But anyway, she'd suck for a while, and I knew we were about ready for the finale, which wasn't weird at all. Just a straight normal fuck. When she stopped sucking, she raised her head, looked at me with sort of clouded-over eyes, and said, 'Fuck me, Stan. Fuck me hard.' That's all the encouragement I needed. My cock had been hard and throbbing for so long it had to come or the damned thing would have burst.
"I scrambled to my knees, sort of threw her on her back, and rammed that prick of mine full length up her pussy. After a freak session, she liked it hard and I accommodated her. I long-dicked her for as long a time as I could. She just kept coming off. I never saw a woman who had as many comes as Helena did. Then, finally, I joined her. I wedged my cock as far up into her as I could and just stayed wedged while I shot my load into her. Now that, man, was a good fuck.
"So, you can see I'm not hurting for fun at home; it's just that when I'm in the vicinity of interesting and interested pussies, I can't see any harm in having a little variety. It's the spice of life, you know.
"So, that all leads up to that first day when something happened at the lake. Like I said, Billie Joe started it off. She was half in the bag on vodka and so was her husband. And right in the middle of somebody saying for maybe the five-hundredth time, 'Isn't that mountain beautiful?' Billie Joe comes right out with, 'My husband's got the biggest cock in this group."
"I mean, what do you say to that? Nothing, right? You just sit there quietly and wait for something to happen.
"When Billie Joe didn't get a response, she repeated herself. 'My Patty's got the biggest cock in this group."
"Again there was this big silence, until one of the girls giggled. I thought it was funny, too, but Billie Joe had such a mean look on her face, I was afraid to laugh.
"'You fucking whore-cunt,' Billie Joe says in the general direction of the girl who giggled. Billie Joe had a mouth like a fucking truck driver-'I'll prove it to you."
"With that statement, she sort of lurches to her feet. She rips off the top of her bathing suit and heads towards Pat, her husband.
"Christ, I've seen tits, but never any like she had. They were huge and heavy. Big round melons. But the damned things didn't sag at all. They just stayed right where they should be, proud and erect on her chest. They were beautiful.
"You could tell Pat was embarrassed by the whole thing. But not enough to stop her. She pulled him out of the chair he was sitting in and, right in front of the whole group, she pulled his swim trunks down.
"Now everybody knew that Pat had a big whang. I mean, you couldn't miss it even when he had a business suit on. But, Christ, you should have seen that thing. It was still soft and I swear to God that it hung down three-quarters of the way to his knees. It was the biggest fucking prick I'd ever seen in the world. It made me feel like I had a pencil for a prick.
"Billie Joe wanted everybody to see it hard, so she dropped to her knees and started to suck on that cock. She got maybe half of it inside her mouth. That's all. It got hard right off, and then Billie Joe stood up. She smiled proudly at that gigantic whanger and looked at the other girls. 'Anybody else want some?' she asked."
One of the primary underlying elements of swinging has to do with thrill and experimentation. It has been well-documented that quite a few of the people who become involved in swinging are not especially "sexy" at all, and often as not lead a somewhat parched and withdrawn private sex life in their own homes. This all probably relates to those cliches one read about in early twentieth century literature: "Variety is the spice of life,"
"The grass is always greener...." or "You'll never know if you don't try."
In short, there has, indeed, been a movement toward freedom of thinking and freedom of sexual outlook. Why this is so and how this is happening is a much larger story than can be given proper treatment here. However, we can give some insight into the mental processes involved which serve to bring people out of themselves, at the same time broadening their view. The major portion of these people use the simple expedient of bringing new people into their lives with much less selection and prejudice than ever before.
It would be repetitious, and perhaps burdensome, to repeat here all the hackneyed arguments dealing with the sexual attitudes and mores of the American people. First of all, there are few general comments that are valid except that we still adhere, in the main, to the restrictions of a rather close and strained sexual ethicism which, in turn, is due in part to ideas and prohibitions of a religious heritage.
For example, certain writers draw from this the conclusion that religion equates to antisexuality, which is not a fair statement. It is true, for example, that many religious believers have a very rewarding sex life. And truer yet, there are many couples who are not religious at all who have miserable sex lives. If it could ever be proved, it probably would bear out that highly religious people are somewhat less free in their sexual experimentation, and that persons who adopt a philosophical approach of a rather neuter nature, religionwise, might approach sex more openly. This is the direction logic would take us. All in all, however, religion has taken the bulk of the blame for the restrictive sexual attitudes which beleaguer so many Americans, and it is this premise which we believe to be overgeneralized and thus possibly misdirected.
The reason we mention religion at all is that the newer sexual attitudes, and the freedom which surround them, take on the dimension of a religion. True, no one is attempting to deify these things, but they live (and seem to flourish) because they nearly equate a set of beliefs. Beliefs are the wellspring of all religions; especially those beliefs which deal directly with the outlook and conduct of a group of people.
By exploring the thinking of the new "free" people, it can be seen how, in a limited way, this thinking can become a near-religious experience for some people.
The philosophy of these peoples' lives is really very simple. It assumes that most of us have grown up in an atmosphere of sexual repression, fear, misinformation, and, in some cases, no information. Therefore, they believe that we naturally find it impossible to objectively measure our "moral upbringing" with our instincive need for sexual fulfillment. These people, by and large, advocate no prejudicial attitudes, one way or another. They feel that if a person's desires lean toward antisexuality, so be it; they are entitled to live that way. Obversely, if a person's tastes lean in the opposite direction, it is patently foolish to attempt to legislate unenforceable laws, which, in effect, turn freedom-seekers into criminals.
Problems with sex laws, and for that matter, medicine, are already near-unlivable. In Los Angeles, in 1970, the community was faced with a pandemic venereal disease rate, an increasing divorce rate, and a perturbing rate of births of unwanted children as well as an aggravated death rate resulting from "illegal" abortions.
How, one might ask, does the philosophy of these "free" people find cohesion when the people themselves are so dissimilar and separated? We know from general experience, for instance, that the single reason that there is no common interest or goal by which to make the group cohesive. But a group of sexual freedom thinkers is usually much more cohesive than a general cross-section of neighborhood friends, if for no other reason than the inherent image of outlawry.
The mind of the swinger, then, is the mind of a freedom-fighter. The method and the outlook may be sexual (what is more controversial?), but should that matter? It happens that one can form a group with an intense private interest in almost any field of the repressed subjects-witness the satanists, for example-but it should not be interpreted that this book deals with extremists. These swingers are live-and-let-live people who usually have no inclination to "sell sex" to the whole world.
Returning to our narrative we find that the old adage concerning inhibitions is very true. If one person in the crowd lets his or her hair down, an entirely different attitude usually prevails.
"I guess all the girls were too shocked to do much beyond sit there and stare open-mouthed at Pat's tremendous prick. So when nobody took her up on her offer, Billie Joe got down on her knees again and started sucking on that thing for real.
"She never did manage to get more than half of that fucking baseball bat of a cock of his in her mouth, but she gave him a good suck job. When she pulled her mouth almost off his prick, you could see how shiny and wet she'd made it with her mouth. All he did was stand there, with his hands on his hips, letting his wife eat his cock. It was a sight, man, it was really a sight.
"I'd had a hard on in no time, so after a short while, I reached over and dug my hand under Helena's swimsuit. I found her pussy and stuck two fingers up inside her while I fooled around with my prick through my suit. She was wet already by the time I got my fingers up there, just from watching Billie Joe chew on that monster.
"But Billie Joe was mostly all mouth and little real action. She had her husband hard as he could get, and obviously was enjoying sucking on that god-awful prick, but when it came to the nitty-gritty, she pulled off.
"'I just can't stand to swallow come,' she said, standing up. 'Aren't any of you interested?'
"I looked around the group. All the gals looked interested, all right, but none seemed willing to get out of their chair and actually do it.
"I guess I should mention-that all the guys had taken advantage of Billie Joe's exhibition to start in on their wives. Both the brunette's and the blonde's husbands had their cocks out, jacking off slowly, while they had their fists stuck up their wives' snatches. So you can see we didn't have any shrinking violets in the groups.
"I knew all we had to have was one gal to start the swap action and we'd have one hell of a vacation. So I leaned over to Helena. 'Go ahead, baby,' I whispered. 'Suck him. I know you're turned on by that prick."
"She looked up at me like I had slapped her in the face. She pulled away from me a little. 'In front of people?' she asked, acting like she was shocked. And she's the one who kept talking about having me fuck her at Sunset and Vine!
"'Yeah, go ahead,' I said; 'It's freaky."
"I guess my using the word freaky' had something to do with it, because Helena reached down and gently pulled my hand away from her. Shit, she was so wet by this time, she was like a faucet.
"She got out of her chair slowly and walked towards that big ape. Take that back. He wasn't so big; it was his cock. It wasn't really hard anymore, just sort of sloping out. I guess it was too fucking heavy to get really hard.
"Helena walked right by Billie Joe who was staring at her like she never expected anybody to take her up on her offer. But there was my Helena, about to suck off the biggest prick in the world.
"She approached it like a real pro. She got down on her knees and grabbed Patty around the ass, holding him still. He kept his hands on his hips and let her go ahead.
"She lowered her mouth and took the huge knob of his cock inside. Then I think she tried to do the same thing she did to me that I liked so much. You know, swirl around with her tongue. Only his cock was way too thick. See, there are advantages to not being hung like a fucking mule.
"Helena didn't get any more of that cock in her mouth than Billie Joe did, but she was trying. She had tears in her eyes, she was trying so hard. She'd rear back and come off that cock then lean forward and swallow as much as possible. Like I said, she's a damned good cocksucker.
"Pat didn't last long in his nonchalant pose.
Pretty soon he was involving himself pretty well. He reached down and took Helena behind the head and started to fuck her face. More and more of that monster started disappearing down her throat, and I could hear her groaning and making little bubbling sounds, like she was having trouble breathing. Which I guess she was with that 'three yards' of prick blocking her throat.
"Pat grunted once, loud, and then he slammed his hips at her face once more, staying there, grinding his cock into her. You could damned near see Helena's cheeks bulge out when his cock started to spurt. Man, I've never seen a guy take so long to come. He seemed to stay there,-with his cock lodged in my wife's mouth, for maybe a full minute while he poured cream down her throat.
"I was just about at the point of going over and rescuing her, when he let loose. Helena came up gasping for air. Pat was done, but she wasn't. I could see by the look in her eye that she was really turned on. She reached up and took Patty's cock and brought it down between her breasts. She pressed her tits together and started to milk that cock. But the guy was done, at least for a few minutes, and he gently pulled himself away from her. She looked disappointed as hell.
"I'd been watching Helena so closely that I didn't see what was going on with the other two couples. When I looked over that way, they were all buck-assed naked. And to add a little icing to the cake, they'd changed partners.
"Both the guys were eating out each other's wives. Down on the ground on their knees, sticking their noses up those two gorgeous little cunts. The girls just sat in their chairs, legs spread wide, taking all the attention they could get.
"But soon as those four realized that us four were staring at them, they got embarrassed and cut out all the fun stuff. Both guys jumped up almost together. They both hung their heads like two chastized kids. And the wives just sat there, trying to cover up their cunts with their hands. Stupid, right?
"That's when yours truly, the social chairman of the whole fucking vacation, came up with idea. 'Hey,' I says, trying to keep the mood light, 'everybody seems to be interested in a little action, but I think everybody'd be a lot more comfortable if it took place after dark."
"There were a couple of heads nodded. They agreed. I guess they were mostly all new to this wife swapping-orgy type thing-not that I was a professional-and I guess would feel one hell of a lot more comfortable not having to do what they wanted to do in the broad daylight.
"I also had an ulterior motive. I wanted to get my hands and prick on that little brunette. All I'd been left with that afternoon was big fucking Billie Joe and, if the truth be known, she just wasn't my type.
"Everybody sort of grabbed on to my suggestion, and we set up the arrangements for that night. After a campfire dinner, the girls would get together. We'd have something to eat, some drinks, and then fuck like skunks the rest of the night. No holds barred. It sounded great.
"But, Christ, did I go through a trauma when I got back to the cabin after this first little exhibition. Helena started to get conscience. All she could do was cry and talk about her being such a whore. Filthy. Disgusting.
"I did my best to tell her she wasn't a whore, wasn't filthy, wasn't disgusting at all. But that didn't seem to do any good. So I did the only thing that really shuts any woman up. I fucked her. And I did it right on the front porch of the cabin. I don't know if anybody watched, but they wouldn't have had much trouble seeing if they wanted to.
"That seemed to soothe Helena down. Funny how a satisfied pussy will calm a woman down.
"The women got together and planned the meal. It wasn't much of a meal. Very simple. I think the gals were as anxious as the guys were to get to the fucking.
"To get everybody comfortable and at ease, I suggested we all get rid of our clothes. Everybody stripped down. It was night, but you could see pretty well from the light of the fire. For the first time, I got a real look at the little brunette. Christ, she was gorgeous. Just as pert as you please. She knew she turned guys on and she sure strutted her stuff. I had to have some of that.
"And the blonde wasn't a bit bad, either. In fact, she had a better body and was better-looking than the brunette, but that little black-haired one just exuded sex. She was the one I wanted.
"After eating, we lay around and had a few drinks to loosen us up a little. Not that anybody needed much loosening up. All the men, as far as I could see, had hard ons, and the gals were so nervous and excited they just about had to put sponges up to their pussies.
"We had sort of a complicated system of arranging couples. The only rule was that nobody was allowed to end up with their own husband or wife. I handed slips of paper around, and pencils, and everybody wrote down a number. Between one and a thousand.
"It worked out swell, and what with it being a little more complicated than just throwing keys in the middle of a ring or some such shit like that, it got everybody even more anxious than before.
"Everybody ended up with somebody they weren't married to, which was the way it was supposed to be. Right? My only disappointment was in the fact that I didn't end up with the brunette. I got the blonde. Sue. Helena got the big-cocked Pat again, so I knew she'd be happy. The blonde's husband got my favorite little brunette. And wouldn't you know it, the little wiry guy got the big blonde Billie Joe. Christ, he looked like a little kid next to her.
"We all moved around, and for the first couple of minutes we all were a little tense and nervous. But we all swallowed a lot of our drinks, and started the 'laying on of hands.' For my part, I diddled that blonde's pussy until she was wet and willing.
"One of the best things about gang bangs is you're able to look around and see what everybody else is doing. Like, while I had my fist shoved up Sue's cunt, I looked around and had all sorts of sights to get me hot.
"The little wiry guy was already smothering himself in Billie Joe's cunt, and Claire, the brunette, was lying on her belly licking and sucking on the other Stan's cock. He was just leaning back, with his hands behind his head, enjoying like crazy. And, Christ, over towards the other side, Helena was already eating like crazy on that guy's big cock.
"I wanted to fuck, so I worked Sue up until she was hot as hell-all it took was a couple of kisses and my hot little fingers-and then I got in position between her legs. She wrapped her legs around my waist and strained to get at my cock. She was a hot little bitch.
"I slammed my cock at her. All the way in, to the hilt, on the first plunge. Man, she went out of her mind. She let out a scream that could have been heard in Chicago. But it wasn't pain. She liked it.
"Her yelling like that attracted the attention of the crowd, and our orgy started to look like an orgy should, instead of just four couples doing their bits in front of each other.
"While I was slamming my prick into Sue, the little wiry guy pulls out of Billie Joe's cave and brings her over. He kneels down next to Sue, sticking his rock hard cock at her mouth. Sue wasn't shy. She reached up and gobbled on that cock. The little guy-his name was Ken-immediately lies down right on top of Sue's face, his cock imbedded deep in her throat and starts to pump his hips. Wild scene. Then, he gets Billie Joe down on her back in front of him and he starts eating out her cunt again. She was happy with that. And I think Ken was smart to use his mouth on her and not his cock. After all, with her used to that mule-prick of her husband's, how was a normal-sized guy supposed to satisfy her?
"I caught the brunette's eye and motioned for her to come over. She was already being fucked-and hard-by Stan, but she managed to inch over and sit up so I could at least stick my tongue in her mouth. Her mouth tasted like honey, just like I knew it would.
"Helena and Big Cock joined the group. She was still hanging onto his cock with her mouth. I think she was afraid of letting him do anything else.
"And me, being the gentleman I am, pulled out of Sue and let Patty get down and start working on her with his mouth.
"I moved over right away to Claire and stuck my slimy, hot and wet prick right in her face. She leaned up and started to lick Sue's juice off it. I leaned over her and started to work on her tits and belly with my tongue, only inches from where Stan was slamming into her cunt with his cock.
"My God, what a wild scene. And everybody was cooperating like hell. I mean, as soon as somebody pulled away from somebody else, there was another body to take the first one's place. Like, for a while, Helena's cunt wasn't being used, so Ken pulls out from Billie Joe and Sue and gets over to her. He pulls her to her hands and knees and slams his cock to her from behind. Just like a fucking dog.
"And then Sue pulls the surprise of the night. She leans over and starts eating like hell on Billie Joe's cunt. Shit, did that turn the guys on. In fact, we all stopped what we were doing for a couple of seconds when it started, just to watch. All except Stan, that is. I guess he knew that Sue liked a little action with another woman.
"I thought Stan was going to fuck Claire all night, but finally-I guess he saw the pleading in my eyes-he pulled out. He went over and knelt down next to Billie Joe and let her eat on his cock. I guess he wanted to watch his own wife eat out Billie Joe's cunt, because he sure did stare at the scene.
"Finally, I had that little dark-haired cunt all to myself. Even with all the fucking Stan had thrown her, she was still tight, and when I eased my cock into that welcoming, beautiful little hole, I damned near shot off right away. But I controlled myself, by super-human effort, and managed to hold off. I pulled her up to me and all the while I was wedging my cock into her, we kissed like crazy. Tongues in each other's mouth, eating out each other. It was great.
"Then everybody started to come. And it seemed like when one started it, everybody had to do it. Stan was first. I guess seeing his wife work on another woman got him really hot because, all of a sudden, he started to moan like he was in pain and stiffen up. He lurched against Billie Joe's mouth and started shooting. Billie Joe, from the way she acted, had a come at the same time.
"And just seconds later, Ken started fucking Helena like crazy and then poured his load up her cunt. That damned fool wife of mine was still holding on to Pat's cock for dear life. She was becoming a suck freak. And I knew, for sure, that with a cock in her mouth and a cock in her cunt, she had come at least fifty times.
"Sue was next. She had Pat's mouth working on her pussy and all of a sudden she started lurching around on the ground, even pounding it with her fists, and had a giant come. She damned near shot like a man. You could see the juice dribbling down Pat's chin.
"I'm proud to say that I held off until everybody except Pat had come. And I'm also proud to tell that Claire and I hit the peak together. She started to grind her teeth into my bottom lip and moan from real deep inside. As for me, I could feel the come building up in my balls. I pulled my mouth away. 'Come with me, you fucking bitch,' I whispered.
"Not exactly a sweet nothing, but it seemed to do the trick. Some broads are turned on by dirty talk. She bucked against me while my cock flew in and out of her. Shit, it was the greatest thing in the world. I had to come. There wasn't a thing I could do about it. I pressed deep as I could into her, holding myself against her. I felt the first spurt.
"Talk about fireworks. I just shot and shot, and then shot some more. I could feel the veins in my cock working, that's how hard I shot. And Claire was right with me. She arched her back and, while I poured come into her, she had a giant orgasm of her own.
"That left only Pat who hadn't shot. All the rest of us sort of settled back to watch Helena still operating on his cock. I think he was getting a little bored with the whole bit. Finally, somebody yelled in the group for Pat to fuck her. He liked the idea.
"He pulled his cock out of her mouth and I caught a look at the expression of her face. Her eyes were completely glazed. I'd seen her excited by sex before, but nothing like this. In fact, it made me just a little jealous.
"But that's bullshit. How could I be jealous of her having fun after I'd just had that great fuck with Claire?
"Pat was the very methodical type. He spread a blanket down on the picnic table and then propped Helena up on it. Nice of him to give the rest of us such a nice, easy view. He spread her legs and pressed the knob of his cock up against her pussy. Helena's eyes were wide with excitement by this time.
"Then that asshole lunged against her with that big fucking cock of his. He lodged more than half of it inside her cunt with just one shove. I thought he'd split her open. In fact, I was ready to jump up and knock the shit out of him. Cut his fucking horseballs off.
"But Helena didn't mind it one bit. She took that vicious shove and wanted more. She bucked her pussy up to him. He shoved once more and, I swear to God, that whole cock disappeared up into her hole.
"Helena was having almost a continuous come by this time. I thought to myself that she'd never be satisfied with my cock from then on. But it didn't happen.
"Pat wasn't a hard fucker. Once he was in, he just moved slowly and continuously in and out of her pussy. That was the best for her. She moaned in pleasure during the whole bit. Pat built himself up to a come and then he just lay there, not moving, not making a sound, and shot up in my wife's pussy. It was weird, him not making a sound.
"He pulled out and almost immediately went over to Billie Joe and sat down. Actually, he was sort of a creep. Helena came over to me, glad to be back. I was glad to have her."
Here again, we are dealing with people who believe in sexual freedom, although it is quite clear from the narrative that all four couples were somewhat reticent to begin their swapping orgy. It would appear that these couples, for the most part, were new to swapping, although the husbands probably indulged to a great extent in extra-marital relations. This became apparent since all four couples had relative difficulty in the initial phase of the orgy.
Once everyone was agreeable to the swapping that they actually "planned in advance," everything seemed to run smoothly.
Stan, the narrator, appeared to enjoy not only the swapping of wives, but also his position as self-imposed social director. This was probably due to his gregariously outgoing nature. In his wife's case, it was later learned that through swapping, she found a vent for her pent-up anxieties caused by her husband's frequent wanderings. As long as she, too, could join in the "adulterous" activities, she was a much happier person.
For Stan and Helena, swapping seems to be an ideal method of strengthening their marriage and adding to their lives. To their way of thinking, they were doing nothing wrong; they were actually enhancing their way of life.
CHAPTER THREE
Slave Traders
"Nobody wanted me. I'm plain. Maybe I'm ugly with this tiny nose of mine. I hate to use makeup.
"My mother didn't want me around anymore. I couldn't find a job. I can't seem to get things right-I always make mistakes.
"I saw this ad-something about a couple who wanted a girl to live with them and do sex with them. I figured why not? They'd take care of me and I'd take care of them.
"I don't mind doing things with a woman. Sometimes it's more fun. I can get awfully tired of getting big fat meat fucked into me. And eating it. When a woman wants to do things with me, or when a man wants to eat my cunt-I can enjoy it. I guess that's being bisexual. I don't care what kind of mouth does it, and there isn't much diff between a prick and a clit, except one is hard to get at, usually.
"So I wrote this couple. They were Howard and Vera. They threw me out a while ago. They told me flat out they were tired of me and I did too many wrong things in the house, so it was goodbye Nancy. They gave me money and I went. I went home to my mother for a couple weeks and I answered another ad.
"I like living with these couples like this. Lots of food and sex. I guess I'm a slave with them, too. I was with Howard and Vera. They explained it right off and when I said okay, they smiled and tied me up and stripped me naked and went at me.
"Howard had a good-sized prick on him. Long meat. I like long meat in me. It hurts way up in my belly when it's all the way in, but it doesn't stay hurting very long. It gets hot and then feels fine.
"Howard and Vera liked that about me-how I liked to be hurt. But to me it was only hurt for a minute. It always changed. Vera always liked to play with my tits because mine stick out and I've got nipples that swell up big. Vera told me once, my tits would sag down when I got older, but I'm only twenty-two now, so I've got a long time to go.
"Vera was almost as skinny as I am. I always eat but I don't gain. Just big tits and a skinny ass.
"I'm with Dorie and Grant now. But I'll tell about Howard and Vera. They took me to an orgy with another couple who had a slave girl, too.
"Their girl was a nigger chick. That surprised me when I saw her. She had the biggest tits and the biggest ass I ever saw on a girl. And there wasn't anything she wouldn't do. Her name was Sandra.
"That night I was in the kitchen washing some dishes when Howard came in and started feeling up my tits. I never wore a bra when I was with them. Just a loose shirt or blouse or, a lot of times, nothing at all, just bare-assed naked. If they told me to get naked-I did it. I did everything they told me.
"Howard came up behind me and reached around and grabbed ahold of me and started pinching my nipples hard. I didn't have any top on then. My tits were hanging out tempting, I guess. Howard liked my tits a lot.
"My nipples got that hard ache and little needles of pain when he pinched tight, then they got all hot and itchy.
"He rubbed his meat up against my ass and told me they were going to take me to a special party at another couple's house and they were going to swap me for a few hours and play with the other couple's slave. He didn't expect an answer. He was telling me what was going to happen. I never gave them any back talk.
"He had a stiff on. He said, 'Turn around and suck me till I tell you to stop."
"I went down on my knees and there was his long fat meat sticking out of his pants. Howard's prick was circumcized and the head was silky purple and shaped nice. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard. He didn't want any hand action, just tight sucking and lots of wiggling tongue. I learned that the first hour I was with them.
"He let me suck away till he was just about to shoot off into my mouth, then he pulled out. His prick was jumping. He almost waited too long. He was gasping and shaking. But his meat didn't shoot, and he was able to save it for the party. He sometimes tried that pulling out and didn't make it-then he shoved it back in my mouth and I'd take him off and get a good mouthful of jism and have to swallow it.
"If you're a slave you always have to swallow jism. I don't mind.
"Around eight that night I was wearing red hotpants and a red top. No bra. No shoes. Vera let me wear a headband to keep my long blonde hair in control.
"Howard wore slacks and a blue shirt and loafers. Vera wore a silver microdress to show off her tan and brown hair and green eyes. She wore matching silver sandals. She looked nice.
"In the car while Howard drove, Vera was in the back seat with me. She was playing with me. She liked to roam her hands on me and whisper orders and do the supreme mistress act. It turned her on.
"She had her hands under my top, feeling my tits, digging her fingernails in. She liked to leave marks. Once in a while she would draw some blood with those nails.
"I had to lay quiet and enjoy it. I did, actually. My tits got warm and tingly inside after she got started squeezing and digging. She told me to take off my hot pants, and I did. I get a kick out of something like that. I was naked from the waist down. The cool air felt nice between my legs.
"Vera liked to rape me with her fingers. She dug in three fingers at once and jabbed some inside with her nails. It was like an animal that had a claw inside my cunt. I jerked and got whimpery from the first pain, but then my cunt turned into a tunnel that was melting in on whatever was in it.
"Vera triple-finger-fucked me for a minute and got me all hot and gasping. Then she pulled out her fingers and made me lick them clean of my goo.
"Eating my juice like that made me shiver with a funny kind of feeling ... I wanted to be made to do awful things. I like to be forced to do things 'normal' people would vomit over.
"Then Vera pushed down her panties and told me to eat her pussy. She slumped low and pulled her knees up. This was normal for her. Sometimes she and Howard took me along to a drive-in movie and I spent half the time on my knees eating her or sucking him.
"I got down between Vera's thighs and put my tongue into her cunt. She liked me to tongue fuck her some before I started on her clit. She tasted like oil with a little vinegar in it, and she smelled nice. She used Emeraude in her pussy hair
"I tongue fucked her for about two minutes. My face got smeared from her wetness, and I had my nose rubbing on her clit. Vera was making little happy sounds. She liked the way I did her. She said, "lip on my clit now, Nancy."
"I slid my tongue out of her cunt and up into the groove. Her clit was set deep but it was like an eraser on the end of a pencil, about that size.
"I got my thumbs into her and opened her up and got my lips on her clit. It was stiff and waiting. I started actually sucking on it. I could suck it up into my mouth a little bit.
"My doing that drove her wild. She started breathing fast and getting a trembly sound to it right away, which meant she was almost coming off.
"When Vera came off from my eating her she moaned and talked a lot at the same time. Like, 'Eat me, you little cunt-lapping bitch! Keep it up, keep it up, keep it up....Eat my clit, eat it. You little whore. Lick cunt. Lick it! Lick it!' while she was gasping and squirming around.
"While I ate her, I wished Howard wasn't driving. A lot of times at their house, when they used me, he'd push his long meat into me from behind. That got me going good.
"In the car that night I was worked up good, too, besides Vera. I was scared of what the other couple might do. But that was nice-being scared like that. I like that icky feeling in my stomach. I like being a slave. I deserve everything I get ... like being tied up and whipped sometimes and forced to serve my masters in dirty ways.
"In the car, Howard said we were almost there. Vera stopped me and put on her panties. She told me to get my hot pants on, too. I wouldn't have done it unless she told me it was okay. A slave doesn't do anything unless she is told to.
"Howard pulled into a driveway and we got out.
The house was long and low-like a million others out in the valley.
"I followed my masters up to the door. It opened and I got my first look at the couple who were going to use me that night. They were both redheads. John was his name. He had a crew-cut. He was skinny, with big bony hands. He wore a Japanese kimono and was barefooted.
"Beth's hair was cut short in a kind of Italian style-all tight curls up against her skull. Her eyes were gray and set too close together. She was short and had wide hips. She wore a Japanese kimono, too. Her tits were loose inside-low slung and wide-set.
"They looked at me with a kind of curious hunger.
"They all said hello and took us inside. That's when Howard and Vera and I first saw Sandra. She was stark naked, all black skin and blue-red nipples and pussy lips. She was kneeling, just by the entranceway to the living room, with her nappy head bowed.
"Sandra was a plump girl, about eighteen or so, and like I said before, with hugest tits and biggest ass I've ever seen. Also, her pussy was shaved. She was like a black baby between her thighs. Her nipples stuck out like thumbs. They made mine look like peas.
"Howard grinned and said hey. Vera smiled and said, 'That's our toy for tonight? She looks very well-trained."
"John and Beth said she was. They'd had her for almost a year. John snapped his fingers and told Sandra to go get the drinks. She jumped up and walked fast toward the kitchen. Her big ass and those huge tits waggled like crazy.
"Then John turned to me. 'So this is Nancy.' He started feeling me. So did Beth. He said, 'Do you mind if we strip her?'
"Howard said go ahead, so John pulled my top up and off me and Beth unzipped my hot pants. I was naked in a couple seconds.
"I was a piece of meat they were inspecting. They had soft, smart hands. Beth ran fingers up the insides of my thighs and trailed them over my pussy lips. John had his hands full of my tits, and his thumbs worked over my nipples, making them stick out hard.
"John asked, 'Is she deep?'
"Howard said, 'She gets tight around seven inches."
"John smiled and I knew from the look he had that I was going to get my cunt stuffed with more than seven inches. And I saw his robe prod out from his prick, and that prod was halfway down to his knees.
"Naked Sandra came back carrying a tray with some chilled drinks. I got my eyes full of her extra large tits. They hung down a lot, but they were also very far out. They shook like they were stuffed with Jell-O.
"Everybody but Sandra and me had a drink. We didn't count. We stood and looked each other up and down while our masters went on into the living room and sat down.
"We didn't move unless we were told. We were like obedient, well-trained dogs. That's what a girl slave has got to be. And good slaves are well-treated and even loved by their masters, sometimes.
"Sandra split her thick lips and smiled at me. I wondered if she and I would be ordered to do each other. I'd never made it with a Negro girl before.
"Beth called Sandra. 'Get Hannibal. Bring him in here!'
"I saw Sandra's eyes get wide and close tight for a second. A shiver went through her. But she snapped around and didn't say a word and went out through the kitchen door again.
"A minute later she came back with a man-sized Great Dane trotting along beside her. His tongue was out and he was trying to lick her pussy. I saw his long red spike of a prick sliding down, too, out of that furry barrel between his hind legs.
"I heard John say, 'This will show you how well broken she is. Sandra, get down and suck Hannibal's cock till he comes."
"I was told to come into the living room and watch. I did, but I didn't want to. I was afraid they'd tell me to do that, too. My guts were tight. I didn't know if I could.
"Sandra got blank-faced. She got down on her back on the carpet. She kept her legs close because the big dog was nuzzling her pussy.
"John said loudly to the dog, "Stay! Hannibal! Stay!'
"The Dane whined but he lifted his head and stood still. He looked unhappy.
"Sandra got her head under his belly from the side and rolled up on an elbow till she was facing that long red dog prick. It was shiny wet and jerking fast. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and wrapped those fat purplish lips of hers around that thin red prick.
"I could see her jaw and throat muscles moving as she sucked. Hannibal whined and did a little four-legged dance in one place. Then he started automatically into fucking her mouth.
"I got the shivers watching. That dog fucked into her mouth so fast his ass was like a blur. He danced around and jumped his front legs up onto her naked back and shoulders, so he was facing her. He was fucking straight into her mouth.
"Sandra got both her elbows under her tits and got onto her stomach and was just a mouth-cunt for that dog. He was up on his hind legs, and was jabbing his prick into her tight mouth like greased lightning. He was panting and grinning and his tongue was lolling out and he whined loud.
"Sandra was making gaspy sounds when she could. Her head was being joggled by those fast fucks into her mouth.
"Howard and Vera were goggle-eyed. John and Beth were all smiles, real proud.
"John's kimono was off his thighs from the way he was sitting, cross-ankled, knees wide, and I could see his prick. Christ, I couldn't get my eyes away to watch Sandra and the dog. John had a whang on him I almost couldn't believe. His prick hung down like a fucking banana! Just about as long, too. And it curved a little, too. It started thick, got thicker, and curved, and tapered down to the small head, and even the head was covered with the skin, even though he had a stiff on. I swear, it looked just like a flesh-colored banana. My cunt started to squeeze and itch just from my seeing it.
"In the meantime, the dog was starting to slobber all over Sandra's back. He was really socking it to her mouth. Then suddenly the dog hunched over a little more and his whining changed and his prick was going in and out of her thick lips like it was bullets.
"She made some funny wet sounds-and then runny white stuff started dribbling out of her lips around his slick red prick.
"Hannibal just stopped mouth-fucking her. He slid off the side and forgot to stay. He walked around Sandra's big black body, sniffing at her, snuffling, and then he plopped down at John's feet. He put his head down between his paws and gazed at Sandra with sad brown eyes.
"She stayed on her belly, waiting to be told what to do next. She swallowed the dog's jism, but some had dribbled down on her chin.
"Beth said, 'Good girl, Sandra. Go wipe your face and rinse out your mouth."
"Sandra got up and left the room. Her big black ass flipped as she walked.
"Beth asked Vera, 'Does Nancy do well giving head?'
"Vera said, 'Oh, yes.' She signaled me. 'Crawl over here and eat Beth."
"I was relieved that was all I had to do to prove I was tamed and a good slave.
"I crawled over to where Beth was sitting on a sofa beside Howard and Vera. John was in a club chair nearby, watching me.
"Beth smiled and opened her thighs for me. Her kimono parted. She had a shaven pussy, too. She reached out with both hands and pulled my head deep between her thighs. She had perfumed herself. Her pussy was smoothly shaved, soft as a child's. I licked my tongue up and down over the reddish lips a few times, then stiffened it and worked it inside to the special wet softness.
"Beth tasted nice. I searched with my tongue tip and found her clit, a stiff bulge that stood up in her slit and actually curved down. I started licking it as hard and as fast as I could.
"Her hands pulled my face tighter against her pussy. Her soft thighs tensed against my ears. She laughed. 'Oh, she's good! My God, is she good!'
"Vera said, pleased, 'I knew you'd like her."
"John said, 'I can't wait to get inside that little ass of hers."
"I had my eyes closed. My hearing was muffled by Beth's thighs. Her fingers worked in my hair. I did manage to hear John say, 'Sandra, show Howard and Vera to the guest bedroom. Obey them as you do us."
"I heard my masters leave the room. I was alone with Beth and John. A sinking feeling weighed down the pit of my stomach.
"Beth caressed my head as I kept on licking her big clit. She said, 'She's getting me off!' Her voice got quivery. She pulled my face too tight against her pussy. I couldn't breathe. Her pussy pressed up against my mouth. I licked that big bulge as fast as I could. My lungs started to burn. My nose was pressed deep into the fat just above the top of her slit.
"She was jerking her hips and giving deep, amazed-sounding grunts. Her fingers were clenched in my hair. Just when I was seeing spots and my lungs were on fire, she relaxed her hold and I got to suck in some air.
"Then I felt John's big bony hands on my hips and knew he was down behind me. I felt the brush of part of his kimono, and the end of his stiff prick in my crotch, poking around my pussy.
"I licked Beth some more-I had to keep licking her until she told me to stop-and John reached under between my legs and felt around in my pussy. He had long, knobby fingers. He said, 'She's wet."
"Beth was squirming slowly against my mouth. She said breathlessly, 'Fuck her, dear."
He laughed. He poked the end of his prick into my pussy. It slid easily into my cunt. Then more and more of it slid in. It got thicker and wider and the head was sunk way the hell and gone into me! I was full of his prick and he was pushing more in. That fucking banana was big! I moaned against Beth's pussy and she laughed.
"'She's feeling you, dear."
"Feeling him! Shit, I was getting stretched to my limit, and then some! It was hurting. And he still had prick left to shove in. The head of his whang was way up in my belly, feeling like it was tearing through the bottom of my cunt.
"He drew back a little and said, 'Tight.' Then he shoved it all in-for a split second. My cunt felt like it was full of knives.
"I grunted with the pain. But I wanted more of it. I got it, too. He slammed all that big banana all the way in again. Then again!
"The pain started to transform itself. I started to dig it. It got to be red-hot flashes of sensation each time. I could appreciate the sliding of all that meat, and the crush in me when he slogged tight against my ass. I really started to moan, then. I ate Beth with a vengeance. I was steamy.
"She started to get tense again. 'She's turning on, and so am I! What a sweet little slave! Oh, is she good!'
"John was fucking me like a pile driver! My head kept being bumped against Beth's pussy. I stiffened my tongue and let it stab against her clit that way.
"Each time John slammed that pole into me it felt like he was pulling my clit in with it. I started to shiver in my belly from the hot flashes I was getting, and I felt that wonderful melting feeling in my cunt. I was going off. I couldn't help it. I don't come very much. Things have to be just right and they have to last awhile. But that night, with John's stiff meat slogging me so fucking deep like that, and with Beth's smooth wet pussy jumping against my face, I made it big. I was shaking and moaning like crazy. It felt so damned strong I thought my brain was going to split at the seams.
"John pulled all the way out of me. I felt hollow. I whimpered and wanted him in me again. I kept on licking Beth's clit. She was going off again. I was concentrating on tonguing her good when I felt John stick a finger into my asshole. Just the tip first, then the whole finger. It wasn't rare, getting a finger in that hole. But I had a prem he'd be ramming his banana in there next.
"I was right. Just as Beth was tightening up and grinding her sloppy pussy against my mouth and tongue, John put the head of his prick against my asshole and pushed it in."
To the best of our knowledge no one has yet compiled any statistics concerning the incidence of this type of masochism. In fact, during a counseling and therapy involvement spanning just under fifteen years, this writer has encountered only two cases of like intensity.
The underlying element is, as we have stated, masochism. And, as any reasonably informed person will be aware, a case of this nature would have to be regarded as a rather high form of masochism. Masochism, in one of its less common forms, compels a person to purposely degrade himself or herself. Such is the form we see here, and we see it in a rather marked degree, which is probably indicative of several traumatic events in the subject's early life, although the interview was not handled in such a manner as to offer very many revelatory insights into Nancy's past.
In order to bring this particularly interesting case into proper focus, we shall have to acquaint the reader of some of the fundamentals of female degradation, and the psychic aberration which provides the machinery that mobilizes it: masochism.
Masochism is a sexual deviation in which pleasure is derived from pain. The pain may be self-inflicted or inflicted by others, and either consciously sought or unconsciously invited.
The term is derived from the name of the Austrian novelist Leopold V. Sacher-Masoch (1836-95), whose stories frequently included scenes of sexual pleasure associated with pain. But masochism is also applied in a broader sense to the satisfaction which some persons experience from imposing extreme suffering or hardship on themselves, as in .martyrdom, religious flagellation, asceticism, and needless sacrifices for others. Many psychiatrists believe there is a sexual component even in these cases, although it may be deeply hidden or disguised.
In some cases masochistic tendencies are expressed only in sexually stimulating fantasies of abuse by others. Full-blown masochists, however, obtain sexual excitement and satisfaction from such activities as cutting themselves, sticking pins into various parts of their bodies, or being whipped, choked, tied up, bitten, trampled, or castigated verbally. In general, behavior of this kind seems to be more common in women than men, perhaps because of an association between submissiveness, sex, and suffering in our culture. The tendency occurs in mild form in normal individuals but may be extremely exaggerated in certain psychiatric disorders.
Many explanations of masochistic behavior have been offered, but no single theory seems to apply to all cases. Most of the causal factors run parallel to those for sadism, since the two deviations are frequently found in the same individual. The following are most often cited:
First, in some instances sexual masochism appears to be an expression of a general tendency to react to frustration, disappointment, and failure by feeling sorry for one's self and wallowing in one's misery. With many people, suffering yields major satisfactions in terms of self-righteousness, self-sacrifice, atonement for the sins of mankind, or general spiritual uplift. "Secondary gains" of attention and sympathy may also be involved, and in some cases of both sexual and nonsexual masochism, suffering may be accepted or invited as a means of relieving a conscious or unconscious sense of guilt.
Second, according to psychoanalytic theory, people seek out situations in which they can be injured or humiliated as a means of denying or holding in check their hostile sadistic impulses. Instead of hurting others, they crave to be hurt themselves. Sometimes this reaction carries over directly into sexual behavior. In addition, psychoanalytic theory relates masochism to castration anxiety. The individual may invite pain as a price to be paid in advance to ward off castration, or as a means of reassuring himself that he can be hurt without being castrated.
Third, women who have been taught that sex is disgusting and shameful may require the infliction of pain as a prelude to sexual relations-that is, it is the price they must pay for this guilt-laden pleasure.
Fourth, an association between sex and pain may be established early in life. Some mothers warn their daughters away from early sexual experiences by exaggerating the pain of first intercourse. Painful menstruation, masturbation, or defloration may confirm the association between sex and suffering. In some cases children actually experience sexual pleasure while they are suffering pain: the boy or girl who is put across an adult's knee to be spanked may be sexually aroused as a result of the bodily contact.
Fifth, neglected or rejected children may in some cases interpret punishment of any kind as evidence of interest or even affection. Later on, such children, usually girls, may submit to being hurt by their sex partners in order to increase their erotic response and assure themselves that they are loved and wanted. Such women may actually seek out sadistic marital partners.
Sixth, masochism may be practiced as a direct means of increasing sexual gratification, often as a result of early experiences that associate sexual pleasure with pain. Young girls and boys frequently discover that tickling and hair pulling are stimulating and pleasurable. This may later lead to masochistic behavior that is more directly associated with sex-for example, during sexual foreplay they may find that they enjoy being playfully beaten or crushed or "smothered" with kisses. In most cases they are content with these milder forms of masochism, and the tendency does not progress further. In some instances, however, a man or woman finds that he cannot be sexually aroused or reach orgasm unless he suffers pain. From there on, masochism may progress to any conceivable degree.
Neurotic individuals who have fundamental doubts about their sexual adequacy, or strong unconscious feelings of guilt, frequently require increasingly strenuous whippings or other forms of abuse before they can achieve sexual gratification. Male masochists sometimes visit brothels that are equipped with ingenious devices for torture. In psychotic cases, where the individual has gross delusions of sin, or where behavior is completely disorganized and irrational, masochists have been known to mutilate, castrate, and even fatally injure themselves.
Because of space limitations we cannot remark at length on the bestiality aspect of Nancy's history. Sexual contact with animals appears to be a universal phenomenon, since laws and taboos concerning bestiality are found in practically all societies. Although all forms of bestiality are considered objectionable in our society, the practice is regarded as clearly pathological only where sexual relations with animals are preferred to contacts with humans of the opposite sex. As in other cases of sexual deviation it may reflect a fear of inadequacy and rejection in approaching ordinary sexual relations. When this deviation is persistently practiced it is often a sign of either psychosis or inferior intelligence. As we return to our history of Nancy, we will see that her masochism takes on some rather distinct forms.
"I'm no stranger to being cornholed. I had boyfriends who dug it and who used me that way before I went into slavery.
"I loosened my muscles there when he came in. It hurt some, but nothing to what it would have been like if I'd stayed tight-assed.
"John had this small head, but once he got a few inches into my rectum he got thick and then thicker. I thought I was going to be split. I've never had to open up that much. Christ, what a pole! I knew I had a prick in my ass, believe me!
"Beth was through her come. She asked him, 'Are you going into her anus?'
"I suppose he nodded. I still had my face buried between her thighs.
"She said, 'Give it to her good, dear!'
"He didn't have to be told. I was lucky his prick was coated with my cunt juices. It made taking him in the ass a lot easier.
"He got wedged in to where he was thickest. He was hissing and swearing and shoving, and I was biting my lips it hurt so bad. I was getting that feeling of having to shit, like having a huge turd ready to come out. Only this turd was going in!
"He had a good hold of my skinny hips and was screwing this way and that, getting a little deeper every second ... then glunk-the fattest part of that prick of his was inside, and he was all the way into my bowels, to the fucking hilt! That head of his was so far up into my guts it hurt. I never had a prick that far in before to where it hurt. I don't know how much he had-eight inches maybe. One motherfucker of a prick!
"John started working in and out, in and out, getting his pole slippery, getting me looser. He told Beth, 'Great ass!'
"She asked him, 'As good as mine, dear?'
"'Maybe.' He laughed. 'Lower sigmoid. I'm really getting tightening in the curve."
"I remember that, but I don't know what it means. I do know I had pain like lightning striking in there when he got the last fucking inch into my ass! But that was good. He started slapping up against my ass, burying that long,, fat prick, and I started getting a spot of golden fire way up in there.
"My tongue was aching from working away at Beth's big clit. It hurt from applying pressure during the licking. But I forgot that. I was feeling the glory of another pain-come in my ass. For me, coming from the turning inside out of pain is the best. It wipes me out. I don't have to have my clit rubbed or anything, just enough pain, not too strong, and not too weak. John gave it to me when he cunt-fucked me and ass-fucked me.
"I wish every master had a whang like that. I was into my pleasure, all shivery and melting, when he pulled out. He was breathing fast and shaky. He said, 'Turn around! Suck me!'
"I was in a daze. I pulled my face from Beth's crotch and turned on my knees, and there was John back on his heels, that curved prick sticking up, jerking and wobbling in the air, the skin pulled down to show the small head.
"That's my scene. Something that would turn anybody else off. I got a funny dizziness for a second, then I bent over and opened my mouth and clamped my lips over that prick head of his.
"It tasted awful and I got dizzy again for a second. I drove down on that prick as far as I could, till I had it all the way back in my throat and my lips couldn't stretch any bigger around, and I had that ugly taste all up and down my tongue.
"I was whimpering from some kind of emotion. I was far gone. I was happy in a weird slave way. I took my mouth off his prick and started to lick it clean. I noticed the dog, Hannibal, still over by the club chair, just sitting there with his head cocked, watching. His wet black nose was wrinkling as he picked up all the smells from us.
"Beth went over to the chair and sprawled in it, her legs wide open, her kimono left behind on the sofa. She said, 'Hannibal! Eat mother! Eat mother!'
"That dog got his muzzle up against her naked pussy and started lapping away, slurping into her lips. I could see Beth start to shiver and shake. Dogs love to lick a cunt. If a woman will let them. Most women get up-tight when a dog snuffles around their crotch.
"I kept on licking John's big prick. I got my tongue down into his curly red hair and wet it down. I didn't look up at him. I heard him say, 'Good girl, get it all clean."
"My mouth tasted ugly and gummy when I finished cleaning him off a minute or two later.
"John shifted back off his heels to his butt. He leaned back onto his elbows and said, "Nancy, I want you to suck me off all the way now. Make it good. Lots of mouth friction and lots of tongue."
"I nodded and got on my hands and knees over his thighs. I dipped my head and scooped up the end of his wet prick with my tongue and mouth. I raised it up, still captured in my mouth, and began sucking hard and bobbing my head.
"He sighed. 'Yes. Exactly."
"I had my hands planted wide. My head rose and fell endlessly. I took his prick to the back of my throat, with my lips going down his thickening middle part till I nearly cracked my jaw. Up and down, up and down, till my tongue got tired of sliding this way and that and my jaw and neck and shoulder and arm muscles got tired.
"I didn't think I'd ever get him off. But slowly his belly muscles got tense. His chest pumped air faster. His prick got bigger and harder.
"John spent half the time watching me sucking his prick, and half the time watching Beth getting head from the Great Dane. From the corner of my eye I watched, too. The dog's long red prick was hanging out again. He was lapping her like crazy, slobbering all over her crotch. Beth was jerking and twitching and coming off all the time.
"Then the big dog gave a deep bark and jumped up, his front feet on her breasts and shoulders and started jabbing that long, thin red rod of his at her cunt.
"Beth wasn't surprised. She laughed, all excited and said, all gaspy, 'Hannibal! You want to fuck your mother?'
"He barked loud. She slid lower and took his jabbing prick and got it inside her cunt.
"That dog fucked her like he'd done it lots of times. He wasn't scared. He thumped it into her!
"Seeing his wife getting it from the Dane got John all hot. He went off deep in my mouth.
"I got the first big shot in my throat, when I had my mouth full of his prick. I nearly choked. He pumped more and more jism as I sucked harder than ever, all-out, and bobbed my head as fast as I could.
"He moaned for me to stop. I obeyed. I kept as much of his jism as I could, and swallowed it. It helped wipe out some of the shit taste. I worked up as much saliva as I could, too, and swallowed
"Beth couldn't take too much of the stabbing Hannibal was giving her cunt. She was quivering. She pushed him down just as he started to shoot off. The poor dog squirted all over the carpet. He barked and whined and ran around the room like he was crazy. He looked awfully big and dangerous for a minute. But he quieted down.
"John said, 'We should have let him finish in Nancy."
"Beth said yes, but he was too far gone and she didn't want to clean his stuff out of her vagina, so she had pushed him out.
"John went into the kitchen and got a wet rag and some rug stuff and cleaned the jism spots on the carpet.
"Everybody was naked. Skinny, bony John, with that long, soft meat swinging between his scrawny legs. And short, big-hipped Beth, with her saggy, wide tits and short, curled red hair. And me-button nose, long hair, big, nice tits and narrow ass.
"John told Hannibal to stay. Then he and Beth took me into a special room in the back of their house. They locked the door, which was thick and I guess soundproofed, from the way it fitted shut. The walls were cork paneling and the ceiling was a little lower than it should have been. It was cork.
"What made me nervous was the padded leather table with straps and buckles, and the chains and manacles hanging from the back wall.
"There were some cabinets against another wall. And the carpet was deep red and very thick and soft. Sounds just dropped dead in that room.
"John said, 'Lie on the table, Nancy. We're going to do things to you. On your back."
"I did it. They strapped me down with my knees tied to my chest. Then they put a gag into and over my mouth. Christ, did I feel helpless and alone and scared.
"I saw John get a couple of big fat rubber pricks from a drawer. He and Beth had fun picking out added extra attachments-french ticklers and sleeves of rubber bumps and a couple of torpedo vibrators that fitted inside the fake pricks.
"Then John and Beth came over to me and smiled down at me. They ran their hands into my crotch. They couldn't feel my tits. My knees were tied up against my tits. It sounds painful or at least uncomfortable, but it wasn't. The table was padded under the leather with foam rubber. The straps were snug but not too tight.
"They fiddled with my pussy. Beth said, 'She's slippery. She obviously likes the idea."
"John waggled his big rubber prick in front of my eyes. He had it loaded with some kind of ticklers and stiff with a vibrator. He said, 'Ten inches of dildo, Nancy. You're going to feel this all the way down to your toes."
"Beth showed me the one she had decorated with all kinds of rows of rubber bumps and with a big stick-up clit thumper at the base. She said, 'Ten inches, too, so get yourself prepared for a thrill of a lifetime."
"They let me watch as they smeared some slick goop from a tube over the pricks. Then they moved down to the end of the table and I knew I was just about to get royally fucked with those things.
"I had slimy guts and I was gaspy with fear. Ten inches! Those rubber pricks had looked a helluva lot thicker and longer than John's real prick ... and he'd been all I could handle without rupturing.
"I wondered-did Sandra take those things all the way? I thought maybe she had room for them in her big black belly ... and ass. Then I stopped thinking about anything. I started to feel.
"I felt one of the rubber pricks nudging around my asshole. John said, 'Let it in, Nancy. Relax. Nothing is going to keep it out."
"He was right. He was applying a lot of push. I couldn't clench my asshole enough to stop it. So I tried to go loose there as much as possible. But-shit-that thing was thick! The only good thing was that grease they put on it. It hurt to get that big rubber head in, but then it slid into my rectum so easy I was stuffed full clear up to where it started to hurt in a couple of seconds.
"John pressed it in hard, though, and I yelled into that gag. I couldn't move, I was strapped down so good. And he pushed and shoved that huge rubber prick up into my asshole so far I saw stars! My guts just exploded into pain!
"Then he drew it almost all the way out, then shoved it in all the way again, as far as he could, I guess, and still hold onto it! Each time it reached way up in me I got that blast of pain. Faster and faster. And sure as shit the change came on and I got my hot, syrupy, runny sensation in there, and that explosion turned into a sparkler that felt better and better. I didn't want him to stop ramming me when I reached that point. I was shaking in my straps.
"Then I felt Beth pushing her big rubber prick into my cunt! They wanted to fuck me with both at once! And I didn't care. I had that big motherfucking rubber shaft going in my asshole, up into my guts, and I was so far gone on it I only wondered if it was physically possible to take two pricks that size at once.
"Beth got it into me, though. She worked that rubber dick with all those bumps on it so far up my cunt I had that hot pain-melting right away.
"John was on one side of the table, and Beth was on the other side, and they were both ramming their special prick into their favorite hole.
"Beth was pounding that thing into my cunt so fast and hard I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind! That clit-thumper she had attached to it was smacking me just the way it was designed to, but I had to take that monster to damn near the end of the road to get it.
"Christ, I was going out of my skull!
"Then Beth turned on the vibrator inside her rubber dong, and everything came alive! My belly and guts were nothing but one big buzz of pleasure. I was coming off, going higher on pain and clit pleasure than I ever had before in my life. I was yowling and screaming into that gag, and squirming and jerking on that table....I'll sure as shit never forget that.
"Beth stopped fucking that rubber whang into me first. She was panting. She was just plain arm-weary. And John stopped ramming in my ass, too. They pulled those clubs out of my cunt and asshole, and wiped them off and put them aside to be washed later.
"I could see John had a helluva stiff on from what he had done to me, and I could see Beth was hot as a firecracker the way she kept dipping her fingers into her pussy. She was drippy wet.
"John came over to me and took the gag out of my mouth. He said, 'One more performance, Nancy. Double duty again.' He laughed and did something to the end of the table. The end went down at an angle, and my head went with it.
"I found myself looking at his big, curved prick upside down. I lifted up my head and saw Beth with a double-ended, curved rubber prick, with straps, and she was sinking one half of that double prick into her cunt-one hell of a long way. She had to be built to take John, I figured.
"She came over to the table where I was still strapped down, all doubled up with my knees up on my tits. I had to let my head hang down again. My neck muscles got too weak.
"Beth got up on the end of the table and started to put the other end of that double prick into my cunt. That was a first for me-getting fucked by a woman.
"She leaned over my knees and held onto the sides of the table, and she pushed that prick down into my cunt.
"It was different from the other rubber prick she had used by hand-the one she had sunk in her and was sinking into me was fatter! It was like taking a greased baseball bat. It hurt good.
"Then it was buried in me and she had her pussy flush up against mine. She wriggled around and we rubbed pussy lips and clits, too! Weird, with her smiling down on me.
"She said, 'Now, John. I'm ready."
"That was when I got a shock. I was getting dizzy from having my head hanging down backward. The position drew my mouth open.
"John put the end of his prick in. Then he pushed in another couple inches till my mouth was full. I was captured ... I couldn't move my head away. He had me tight between his strong hands. My ears were muffled by his palms. His thumbs were right on my throat.
"John had a tremendous stiff on. His prick was like a huge, fat, hard, bone in my mouth. My lips were stretched thin around it. My jaw came unhinged. The blood was pounding in my head. I saw colors and stuff. Beth had started fucking like mad. That monster rubber prick was reaming my cunt. She must have been getting a tremendous whiplash in her own cunt from that action.
"I had a glow on from her fucking me with that thing, but what John was doing with my head had the shit scared out of me. He was shoving that prick of his deeper than I could take. Normally the back of my throat would stop a prick and I'd gag. But he had my head in such a position so there wasn't anything to stop him from shoving his whole prick down into my throat! I was already gagging! My jaw felt like it was sprung and my teeth were scraping along the top and bottom sides of his prick.
"He didn't stop! He reared back a little and I got a sucking breath of air, and then he shoved that monster prick into my throat till I couldn't get air at all and his balls were swinging against my nose and eyes! Shit! You can't even imagine what it feels like to have a prick shoved down your throat. It hurt! And I was jumping and writhing and strangling! What Beth was doing to me with that rubber prick of hers was wiped out. The whole fucking world was John's real live prick pumping in my throat.
"Try sticking a finger down your throat once, and figure what it would be like with a long, fat prick you couldn't stop.
"I guess my throat was great for John. It was probably tight as hell and spasming like crazy. I got a real feeling of slavery, then. I was just meat-just tight holes to fuck, just a mouth that sucked.
"I started to black out after a couple seconds. I went gray. My lungs were heaving and they were pure fire.
"He pulled back to let me suck air around a full mouthful of prick. I could vaguely hear Beth moaning and I could feel her stroking that rubber whang up my hot cunt. Then John pressed his prick back into my throat and I went all shook again. A prick that deep in your throat sets off all your body's alarm buttons. That's really ... too much. I went black again. He pulled out again. I came to, and he started fucking my throat again. Christ!
"Finally I got into the pain-pleasure scene from it. My throat and lungs got a weird glow and I started to shiver, too, in the middle of all the other shaking and jerking around I was doing.
"I wasn't me, Nancy, anymore. I was out of the real world. I was coming from it. I went off and they didn't know. I went like an atom bomb. John was ramming his prick down into my throat as far as he could. I got his balls slapping my nose and eyes. I didn't know when he shot off his jism down my throat. I was in my glory, and graying out besides. He didn't stop when he should have, to give me air. He had to finish shooting. I went black limp. I really passed out.
"The next thing I knew I was gasping and my mouth was empty, and my cunt, too. John was raising the section of table under my head.
"They unstrapped me. John said I was very good. Beth did, too.
"They took me back to the living room and ordered me to spread my legs for the dog. The Dane licked my pussy good, then fucked me.
"After that table, he was nothing. I held his paws so he wouldn't scratch up my tits and shoulders, that's all. I got a kind of mental glow from the idea of being fucked by a big dog, but that was all.
"After a while, after I ate Beth some more, Howard and Vera came back from their session with that big-assed, big-titted Negro chick, Sandra. They all had a washed-out look.
"The masters had a drink and talked a little and decided to do it again.
"Sandra and I just looked at each other.
"A few minutes later Howard and Vera took me back and we went home.
"That swap happened twice more. Then Howard and Vera got rid of me.
"Dorie and Grant are okay. They don't come up to John and Beth, though."
Unfortunately, we have here a narrative which is more on the order of a quick episodic trip through one of Nancy's evenings rather than a comprehensive and revealing report. Very little information which could be of eventual clinical use appears here. In the absense of a sufficient psychologic toehold, no definite prognosis can be offered.
CHAPTER FOUR
Case of the Swap Orgiasts
"It sure is funny, isn't it, how some wives get themselves all worked up over little things that don't concern them? Take my wife Jacqueline, for example. For a long while after our marriage she would practically boil over with resentment and anger every time she heard or read about men and women shacking up. 'Common law marriages and trial marriages and all these so-called swinging communes are just an excuse for low morals and perversion!' she would yell at me. And when I failed to display the same amount of self-righteous indignation, she would get even hotter, accusing me of being indifferent toward the moral decay of our modern era.
"That's how our big arguments really began. Because as much as I loved Jackie, I just couldn't bring myself down to shirking my principle of live-and-let-live by sympathizing with her or humoring her. Usually she would catch me at the worse possible time of day, like when I arrived home from work all tired and tense, and then I'd blow my cool and fire back that she must have a jealous cunt or she wouldn't be so damned curious. Which never failed to send her running into the bedroom, bawling her pretty eyes out.
"Damn! If there's anything that can melt my temper and turn me into a meek, docile little lamb it's a woman's crying, especially the pitiful, helpless, little-baby kind that comes out of Jackie. Invariably when she'd go into that scene, I would soon follow her into the bedroom, apologize and soothe her hurt feelings by making love to her real tenderly in the way she liked best. I'd sprawl on the bed with her, hugging her tightly, kissing away her tears and whispering a lot of sweet nothings in her ear; then I'd slip off her clothes and lick my tongue all over her body, lingering on her firm, peach-size tits for some good nipple-sucking before moving down over her soft, smooth belly and delicious little navel button to her big, silky snatch.
"Like most other women, Jackie dearly loves to have her snatch gobbled up, especially as a prelude to fucking. But I remember that one time she surprised hell out of me by keeping her legs closed tight when I reached the target area with my tongue. 'Harold, I want you to know that I don't have a jealous cunt,' she explained haughtily. 'I could never let a man fuck me or go down on me unless I were married to him. I mean, really married to him-like you and I are married."
"'I know, darling ... I know,' was my reply. 'I was just spouting off, trying to get your goat, when I suggested that you might be jealous of the modern female swinger. I'm sorry and I promise not to say a nasty thing like that again."
"It worked like magic. As soon as I had the last word out, her legs sprang quickly open with the enthusiasm of powerful released springs, presenting me with the most beautiful five-course gourmet dinner you ever saw. Yeah, that's right, five, counting each of her cunt's succulent outer lips, inner lips and cute little pisser-button. And let me tell you, by this time I was really starved for it. Not hesitating one second, I thrust my drooling tongue into that glistening pink gash and began licking furiously all up and down its entire length, generating more and more of her delicious passion juice to lap up before jerking my clothes off, moving my face up even with hers and sliding my eight inches of hard, throbbing cock into her slippery, eager cunthole.
"After the luscious cunt banquet and hot fucking Jackie gave me that evening, I sort of took stock of the jealousy thing I had accused her of and concluded that I had been grossly in error. True, she had shown an inordinate curiosity and revulsion over the so-called sexual promiscuity of modern generations, as though defending the relative lack of sexual variety in her own life, but I had to admit that she was truly a girl of rigid scruples and lofty ideals. Being the daughter of that straitlaced old Esekiah, deacon of the town's largest congregation, she could hardly be otherwise. To question her sincerity meant questioning the whole pattern of her childhood training.
"Still, I wasn't exactly happy about it. Proud of Jackie, yes, but not bubbling over with joy. I'll tell you why: Because I myself had a secret yen for more variety in my own sex life and for samples of strange pussy. I also hoped someday soon to involve Jackie and me in one of the town swap clubs I'd heard about. In other words, I wanted to sow a few wild oats but not unless the two of us could do it together. Doing it on my own would've meant cheating on Jackie and I loved her much too much for that.
"Things went along pretty smoothly after that, with Jackie continuing to voice her disgust over the moral permissiveness of our times and me responding with tongue-in-cheek agreeableness. And then, about six months later, out of the clear blue, she started hounding me to get a camper for our next vacation trip instead of sleeping in resort motels. That got us to arguing all over again because I figured in my practical mind that over the long haul, what with camper depreciation and all, we'd save money staying in the motels and have a heap more comfort.
"Well, like I said, the one thing I can't cope with is Jackie's tears when she feels that I'm being mean and intemperate. I had no choice but to dry her tears with some tender words of love, followed by some hot cunt-licking and fucking. Then to show my gratitude for both the good sex and her forgiveness, I felt that I had no choice but to go out and buy a goddamned camper.
"Actually, I managed to get a real good buy on a deluxe repossessed rig that hadn't been used by the previous owners, so I was quite proud when I brought it home and showed it to Jackie. Considering the weekend excursions that we could use it for, not to mention my fall hunting trips, I figured that it would turn out to be a wise investment. And, of course, Jackie was overjoyed, so much so that she insisted on our sleeping in it the very first night we had it.
"Did I say sleeping? That's what she said. Truth is, the beautifully intimate interior of the camper got Jackie so horny that we didn't sleep a damned wink. 'Oh, Harold,' she exclaimed when she first tested the big fold-out bed, sprawling herself on it with such sensuous abandon that I could see her flimsy white panties creased deeply into the slit of her pussy, 'this bed is just divine! Golly, it's so big, I'll bet ... I'll bet it's roomy enough for having sex in every position there is-sideways, crossways and every whichaway."
"With the beautiful plump contour of her cunt staring me in the face, what could I say to that? Proud cocksman that I am, I answered: 'Sure, angel, I'm with you all the way. So c'mon, let's get stripped for action."
"Well, hell, we couldn't strip right away, of course, because we're both sticklers on hygiene and needed to hop back into the house, her for a quick rose water douche-something I taught her because I like rose-scented cunts-and both of us for a quick shower. The shower we took together and that was a mistake because we got so hot, me sudsing her peachy, big-nippled tits and she sudsing my cock and balls, that we damned near elected to get our fucking in right there under the hot shower spray, which is a beautiful way, let me tell you.
"But somehow Jackie and I got ourselves back out to the camper real quick, locked the door and proceeded to treat ourselves to every form of sex that was in our repertoire-plus a couple of new way-out forms that weren't. I couldn't understand it, Jackie being so passionate and uninhibited, willing to try everything, but I went for it anyway, mainly because her being so boiling hot had the effect of making me boiling hot, in the mood for some extra wild experimenting.
"'All right, my hot little cunt-girl,' I said as I pulled off both our robes, took hold of her tits and eased her down on the camper bed, 'you and I are going to initiate this king-size mattress with the biggest orgy in the history of sex ... and if you don't agree to that I'm going to divorce you tomorrow. Now what do you say to that?' As I spoke, I raised my ass up so she could see how big and hard my cock was. Then I brushed that hot, throbbing meat of mine over her belly and sucked one of her tits into my mouth, noticing how swollen and hard the nipple was.
"'Oh, daddy, I agree ... I agree ... I AGREE!' she answered as she pulled my head down tight on her tit and began to grind her hips around in a lustful, fucking motion. 'I want us to do everything ... EVERYTHING!'
"Ah, at last, I thought. At last I'll get Jackie to suck up and drink the come from my balls ... and get her to take my cock in her asshole. I'd been afraid to try these things with her before because of her straitlaced scruples, but now she was giving me the green light to do everything. It was like a brand-new lease on life! My love for Jackie suddenly was multiplying a thousand times over!
"'Yes, my own precious cunt-girl,' I mumbled as I switched my sucking mouth from one tit to the other, 'we'll do everything. We'll play sixty-nine, sucking all the come out of each other's organs; then I'll fuck you dog fashion, like you are a beautiful bitch collie in heat and I am a cunt-starved Great Dane; and next I'll smear some vaseline in your sweet little asshole and fuck you there, while at the same time I reach under and jack off your hot little clit."
"It was a shot in the dark, outlining the things I wanted to do with Jackie, and I fully expected her to raise at least one or two objections. But she didn't. Instead she just shoved her cunt up harder against my thighs and moaned: 'I'd like a good stiff drink of booze, Harold. Please, give me a big drink of the wine you brought with you, then it won't matter to me what you do."
"I had brought a few things out to the trailer with me, including a quart of sherry wine and a box of marshmallows, but I didn't think she noticed. 'Sure, doll baby' I replied, bouncing up to pour a big glassful of the wine for Jackie and helping myself to a hefty swig direct from the bottle. 'It will feel better with some good, bubbly wine in our bellies."
"She gulped down the wine quickly like it was a thimbleful of water, then she spread-eagled herself on her back, raising her knees high and wide, groaning: 'All right, you fucking stud husband of mine, here it is, all the cunt you could ever want. Come and get it while it's hot. And don't forget your promise to me. You promised to do a lot of sexy-wild things to me and I'm going to hold you to it."
"Damn! Was this lustful, oversexed wench my own sweet little wife Jackie? I couldn't believe it. She'd never talked this way before I got the camper. How in the hell could a camper get her so turned on sexually? All these things were turning over in my mind as I rejoined her on the bed; though not for long, as the erotic sight of her open, beckoning cunt soon had my mind filled with but one urgent objective: Sex, sex and more sex; all out sex; sixty-nine sex; dog-fashion sex; anal sex; every kind of sex that was possible between male and female.
"And so I wasted no time getting started. I fingered the excited, juicy little protuberances in her open gash for just a couple of seconds, softly exclaiming how deliciously beautiful they were; then I started sweeping my hot, drooling tongue over them, mingling my saliva with her great pool of cunt juice, then lapping up the heavenly elixir in preparation for a long period of serious feasting.
"What do I mean by serious feasting? Man, I mean sucking the clit and pisser and little inner lips into my mouth, then gently munching on them, twirling my tongue around them and raking my teeth softly over them; after which I suck the whole cunthole opening into my mouth, at the same time probing the tip of my tongue directly into the hole itself to savor the fresh flow of passion juice bubbling up from the depths of her womanhood.
"That's what I call serious feasting and that's all it takes to drive Jackie completely out of her mind. 'Oh, daddy, eat my cunt ... eat, eat, EAT!' she gasped as my mouth and tongue gradually increased their pressure and tempo, concentrating more and more on her hardening, growing, dancing clit, my nostrils deeply inhaling the fragrance of roses. 'Your hot, lapping tongue in my cunt feels so good ... soooooo gooooood."
"Then as she started humping her ass and flailing her legs, signaling that her cunt was building to a giant orgasm, I remembered the marshmallows. It was kind of a dirty trick, I realized, but I extracted my face from her boiling hot snatch anyway and reached my arm back to the little blue cardboard box on the shelf, coming away with a big fistful of the spongy white candy squares. I knew that she'd gladly forgive when she found out the purpose of my sudden, momentary stop.
"Of course, Jackie was appalled at first, lifting her head to see me stuffing marshmallows one at a time into her vagina. It was a brand new idea with me and one that I wanted to surprise her with, though actually the surprise was more on me. 'Harold, what in the world are you doing?' she exclaimed a little resentfully, her eyes as big as saucers, but not clamping her legs shut to halt me.
"'Relax, sweetie,' I answered as I coated the second marshmallow with her plentiful pussy juice and poked it in with my long forefinger. 'I'm just giving your cunthole a few hors d'oeuvres to whet its appetite for my big, hard cock. While you are coming from my tongue action in your hot gash, I'll suck these marshmallows out and that should make you feel like you're coming that much more. Then when you have recuperated a little from that wonderful thrill, I'll turn you over on your hands and knees and fuck you dog-fashion. We've never fucked dog-fashion before but, feeling like a bitch dog in heat, I know you'll love it."
"Well, you might say that it was the moment of truth where our sex life was concerned. And Jackie came through like a champion. 'All right, anything you say, Harold.' she muttered as she relaxed her head back down, closed her eyes, and raised her ass up to let the marshmallows go in easier. 'But, please, darling, don't take too long stuffing those things in me. My cunt is so hot ... soooooo hot! It's begging for your wonderful tongue-licking and sucking. It wants to come so badly ... so desperately."
"Actually it didn't take but a couple of minutes to get Jackie's hole completely stuffed with the sugary little pillows because she cooperated beautifully, getting hotter every second, and there was room in her for only eight of them. When I crammed the last one in, filling the beautiful, pulsating mouth of her fuckhole so that a big part of the marshmallow stared out at me, she cut loose with the wildest moaning and ass-grinding I'd ever witnessed from her.
"'Ooooooo-eeeeeeee! Oh, damn! Oh, shit! OH, FUCK!' she gasped, grabbing her tits in each hand, commencing to jack them off in a furious milking motion. 'It feels like ... like I have a dozen big cocks in me! It feels like I'm being fucked by the whole United States Army all at once! It feels like ... oh, Harold, please, PLEASE SUCK MY CUNT ... EAT MY CLIT ... MAKE ME COME! You've got me so hot ... SO FUCKING HOT!'
"Well, she sure as hell didn't have to ask me. Before she even started her desperate pleading my long scoop-shovel tongue was on its way, driving hard into her delicious, shimmering, fur-rimmed gash, pouring my saliva into it, racing madly back and forth over her clit, pisser, stuffed vagina opening and down-yeah, even down over her cute little puckered rectum. A half minute or so of this, at the same time gripping her soft white thighs to keep her ass-gyrations from dislodging my face from her cunt, and then I answered her most urgent prayer: I gathered the entire nub of her enlarged, throbbing clit into my mouth and commenced to suck and munch and twirl my tongue around it with all the gusto I could muster.
"Talk above fits of passion-that pretty little wife of mine had one then that must've set some kind of world record. 'EEEEEEE-IIIIIII!' she screamed as she started writhing and bucking all over the bed, flailing her legs wildly, clawing at my head and shoulders with her fingernails like an enraged tigress caught in a net. 'MY WHOLE INSIDES ARE ON FIRE! I'm exploding ... exploding ... EXPLODIIIIIING!'
"And, man, she did, too. I mean, she exploded like an atomic bomb explodes. Only instead of atoms mushrooming into the sky it was melted marshmallows spewing out into my eagerly waiting, wide-open mouth. It was like the bomb had gone off in a candy factory, so sweet was the eruption, but the fallout had an even more exquisite flavor than any candy because it was intermingled with the spicy ambrosia of Jackie's come.
"After that, I let Jackie take a little nap to get some of her strength back while I downed a couple of glasses of sherry and slowly jacked off. I just had to do something to ease the ache in my balls, but not something that would unleash my mounting accumulation of come which I was saving for one of the other phases of our camper orgy.
"The next phase, following a little more tongue treatment in Jackie's rose-scented, marshmallow-flavored cunt to bring her back to a high pitch of heat, was some good, hot fucking a la dog-fashion which she and I both dearly loved, though I didn't make it last long enough to give either of us an orgasm. Next, keeping the moaning, panting little doll on her hands and knees, I coated my rockhard dick with her fast-flowing cunt cream and eased it deep into her tight but willing asshole, loosening it up beautifully with a series of hot plunges while she helped by jacking off her clit. This succeeded in giving her another of her wild, screaming, bucking-bronco comes and brought me to a simultaneous climax that was so excruciating it damned near turned me inside out.
"I must've shot a whole quart of my jism into her guts! I'll tell you why: Because it had the effect on her of an enema. That's right. A couple of minutes later, soon after Jackie had collapsed from the exhaustion of her tremendous come, she jumped up from the bed all wide-eyed and exclaiming: 'Oh, Harold, I've gotta go number two real quick! I can't hold it back!' Then she literally flew to the camper's little enclosed toilet.
"Which was just as well because, man, I was bushed. I couldn't have continued on with phase three of my sex plan if my life depended on it-at least not for another hour or so. The sixty-nine with Jackie would just have to wait a spell, I told myself, and the two of us could use the time to get some sleep.
"But, d'ya know what? I hadn't counted on Jackie's awakened sexuality or the surfacing of her secret id-you know, that side of her personality she'd been hiding behind a veil of self-righteousness, fooling even me with it. No, she didn't come right out in the open with it when she emerged from the crapper but she certainly hinted strong enough to revive all of my old suspicions. Sprawling on the bed and embracing me real lovingly, she murmured: 'Oh, Harold, this is such a wonderful camper, isn't it? Especially this bed, it's so big and roomy, I'll bet we could fit another couple on it very comfortably. You'd like that, wouldn't you, darling, if we invited another couple with us sometime?'
"Of course, she trusted, after giving me all that wild, uninhibited sex and even letting me stuff her cunt with marshmallows, that I wouldn't be so mean as to pull that old I-told-you-so routine. And I didn't let her down. I just played it dumb, like I thought she was suggesting a strictly social, strictly platonic, outing with another couple.
"'Sure, baby, I'd like that,' I mumbled sleepily. 'It would be nice to have friends along once in a while when we go on little trips, especially since we have plenty of room here in our camper.' With that I relaxed and closed my eyes to sleep, too tired to give the matter any further thought."
Oddly enough there seems to be an upsurgence of a "back-to-nature" type of thing within the swinging movement. More and more we hear of swingers corresponding with each other and making arrangements to meet at a campsite. We don't know what this proves, other than perhaps that the whole world is becoming more mobile.
There are quite a few other trends that we see in the swinging scene. We only mention campers as a single modernistic outgrowth that assists people to gain the freedom of movement that so necessarily correlates with freedom of expression.
One of the other notable differences between the sexual practices of swingers and those of the average monogamous couple is the incidence of oral sexuality. There seems to be a very high ratio of fellatio and cunnilingus performed by these people and in these groups. For this reason we would like to make a few passing comments regarding oral sexuality, and since it becomes rather important in the narrative, we will devote our attentions here to the act of fellatio.
Madison Avenue ad men have long been taking the advice of psychologists concerning the way in which products should be represented. Packaging of products also has become a high science, with as much emphasis on representation as upon utility. More and more objects, from the undertone chiaroscuro of suggestivity in movie ads to the design of buildings and automobiles, serve to cater to the unconscious sexual responses of the buyer.
With the advent of a "new" awareness of sexuality (in the lesser sense), which may be said to have covered the last decade or so, it has become ever more important to sociologists to understand not only the symbolisms of sex, such as we have mentioned, but the ways in which these new symbols and ideas relate to the actual relationship between sexual partners.
Probably no single area of sexual practice has quite so drastically changed in modern America, both in physical practice and mental attitude, as that encompassing oralism. And by the term "modern America" we do not necessarily mean young America. Many members of the middle-aged group, ranging up to fifty, say, are affected by the new awarenesses, and they, for reasons too numerous to explore, seem willing to relent in some measure the puritanism which earlier dominated their lives.
The act of fellation, sucking of the penis, has probably been with us since Homo sapiens first walked the earth, but we can only validate its existence back a comparatively few thousand years in the art and artifact remnants unearthed from ancient cultures. However, the act may be assumed to date back into prerecorded history and primitive times, if only through current anthropological observation of extant primitive tribes, which generally indicate no abhorrence whatsoever to such acts.
Hence we may say with reasonable assurance that fellatio has been with us since the beginning of humanoid life, and will exist as long as mankind (or until humans supplant sex with some unguessed narcotic such as the "soma" in Huxley's Brave New World). Any curious person who wonders how the trends of mankind can be somehow intertwined with the cultures of the past and at the same time be dependent upon the moral outlooks of the present, must certainly see the inconsistency of our thinking. Fellatio is still currently considered an aberration, as are several other pleasure-giving sexual acts. It seems to make little difference that history should point to a different conclusion.
Historians cite an apparent "rule" which may help explain man's current attitude, although it seems farfetched. This is: there seems always to have been a correlation between society's outlook regarding oral-genital sexual acts and its economic situation. This is because man has always been a warring breed. Whenever in history men have been needed for the prosecution of a war or the defense of a region, taboos have sprung up against any but the "straight" genital sex act, for any other was regarded as a waste of manpower potential and thus self-defeating. The Arabs, for example, have always needed to keep their tribal warrior supply as high as possible-and even today oral-genital sexual acts are taboo to Arabs. On the other hand the Chinese have always had a high population, and they have always endorsed oral-genital sex acts. And so on and on, history being filled with such examples, ranging from the Greeks and the Biblical Israelites to the Eskimos.
Fellatio has been generally regarded as a technique employed principally by homosexuals and prostitutes. Yet there are many indications that marital heterosexual orality has always been fairly common, especially among those who marry at a later age. This is because those who marry quite young have had little if any sexual experience. Today, there are ample indications to believe that oral-genital sexual contacts (heterosexual) are on the marked increase. It is believed that heterosexual fellatio is more prevalent than heterosexual cunnilingus (licking of the vagina), but this disparity is also thought to be diminishing, what with the dissemination of medical knowledge which now clearly indicates that the vagina actually is a cleaner orifice than the mouth.
However, the idea that the genitals are "dirty" still seems to prevail widely despite disproving evidence. Medical experts agree that the mouth (buccal cavity) is much more difficult to clean than the vagina-and by comparison to both, the penis is almost immaculate. One physician has compared the incidence of halitosis among his female patients to be "something on the order of 100-to-l" more than the incidence of genital odors. With the advent of our "soap-oriented" society, open-mouthed osculation thus becomes a less clean method of contact than does cunnilingus, and a greatly less clean method than fellatio.
Returning to our text we will see that in some measure, at least, there will be a direct relationship between the acts as here described and the known history of the acts.
"But-sonovabitch!-again I found out how little I really knew Jackie. My easy acquiescence and the early prospect of a swinging sex party got her so excited again that she bounced gleefully off the bed, poured us two more glasses of sherry and said to me real sensually: 'Harold, darling, you've been so absolutely wonderful to me this evening and I've been so selfish, taking all and giving nothing. Now, after we drink this wine to warm up our blood, I'm going to give you some wild, wild loving for a change. I'm going to do something for you that I've never done before, mainly because I was too shy and afraid of guilt feelings. I'm going to make your penis real big and hard again, then I'm going to suck your testicles and penis into my mouth like you did my clit and give you a tremendously thrilling orgasm that way. Tell me, darling, you'd like that, wouldn't you?'
"Hells bells, would I like to drive the winning car at Indianapolis? Would I like to be an astronaut and rocket to the moon? Ever since we first met I'd been trying to get a really good blow job from Jackie, and now, at long last, I was getting an opportunity. I didn't care if I was done in to the point of collapse, I had to answer, 'Yes, you sexy little cunt, I would like that. Give me the sherry to drink, then come on with that hot mouth of yours and help yourself to all this good cock-and-ball meat I've got between my legs. I think you'll find it very delicious, especially when I fill your mouth with my creamy sweet ball honey."
Of course, I wasn't too sure that I'd be able to come again on such short notice, but at least I could try, and at least I could offer her the encouragement to do the best possible sucking job. Though apparently she didn't need a whole lot of encouragement, because, man, she drained her glass of sherry in one quick gulp after I issued my invitation and a hot second later had her face buried in my crotch, sweeping her tongue all over my balls while grasping my half-hard dick in one hand, furiously jacking it off to make it full-hard.
"I don't know why, but then, as my wife sucked one of my balls into her mouth, making my cock spring to attention like one of the guards of Buckingham Palace, I said the damndest thing. I said: 'Ah, yes, sweetie, that feels great ... real great. The other guys who join us with their wives will love the way you suck their balls and jack off their dicks."
"It was a test, I guess, to either confirm or repudiate the impression Jackie had given me of her reason for wanting other couples to share our bed. At any rate, it sure worked, because she instantly threw herself into the wildest, most voracious sucking action imaginable. Somehow she got both of my balls into her mouth, munching and sucking with such gusto that it sent excruciating pangs of ecstasy coursing all through my body, at the same time grabbing my cock and milking it with the fury of a maniac.
"Then suddenly, with a pitiful moan of agonized starvation, she gave up my balls and engulfed my hard, throbbing, prick in her drooling mouth, sucking it in and pumping it with such frenzied desperation that I feared for a moment that she was actually trying to devour it. But soon, as the entire area of my groin began to catch on fire, I didn't care anymore how cannibalistic she was. All I wanted was more, more, more.
"It could've been a few seconds later or it could've been hours, I don't know, but all at once I felt myself going completely out of my mind. The relentlessly mounting vacuum of Jackie's suction on the enflamed stem of my towering cock, the rampaging electricity of her tongue racing around the rim of my enormously swollen cockhead, the erotic torture of her hand squeezing tighter and tighter on my huge, sensitive balls--all this was driving me inexorably into such a fit of ecstatic madness that it was impossible for me to hold on to my outward reserve a second longer.
"'Oh, you fine ball-sucking bitch!' I gasped insanely, not really meaning to be obscene or disrespectful. 'You beautiful, cocksucking whore! You're pulling me inside out! You're killing me! You're sucking my come up clear from my toes! You're ... you're....Oooooo-eeeeee, SHIT, FUCK ... YOU'RE MAKING ME COME!!! Oh, sonovabitch, I'm coming ... I'M COMING ... I'M COOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!!'
"Holy Moses, what a come that was! It wasn't really much in terms of come-volume, only about a thimbleful on account of the big orgasm I'd had just an hour or so previously, but, man, it was truly gigantic in terms of thrill. In fact, I've never, before or since, experienced so much ecstatic thrill. Yet-are you ready for this?-I have lived to regret it. Oh, lordy, how I have lived to regret it. Believe me, I'd give a million dollars right now, if I had it, to undo that last little phase of our camper initiation.
"You see, I discovered on our vacation trip to the mountains a few weeks later that I had misinterpreted my wife-misinterpreted her sexually, I mean. When we pulled into the camp grounds among the beautiful big trees, we chanced to park right next to another young couple who had a rather small tent instead of a camper, and after we made friends with them sufficiently to invite them to share the greater comfort of our abode, Jackie went through some personality changes in her role of hostess that would've made even Sigmund Freud turn flip-flops in his grave.
"Jeff and Carol weren't in the least at fault because they really weren't swingers in the classical sense of the word; nor were they looking for an opportunity to sample a little of the swinging style of sex. They were just an ordinary young married couple, both very nice looking and brimming over with vitality, as friendly as could be, and obviously very mod. Jeff's blond hair was every bit as long as Carol's, reaching clear down to his shoulders. And Carol's blouse was every bit as open in front as Jeff's, exposing most all of her huge, cantaloupe tits between the nipples.
"They were a great help to us when we first arrived at the camp grounds, showing us where to get water and where to connect in for electricity, so naturally Jackie and I warmed up to them immediately, happy to find good, friendly neighbors close by with whom to socialize. The very first evening Jackie suggested to me that we should reciprocate for their help and cultivate their friendship by inviting them for a game of cards, which I agreed to, of course, since I was anxious to see more of Carol's gorgeous tits.
"Happily accepting our invitation, Jeff and Carol showed up after dinner and we all had a wonderful few hours of cards and wholesome conviviality, drinking nothing but coffee and conversing on nothing but the scenic wonders of the surrounding park, my job as an engineering draftsman, and his job as an illustrator for a big advertising agency. Throughout the very relaxed and informal get-acquainted process, however, I noticed Carol ogling me frequently and thrusting her tremendous bust out for my benefit, at the same time letting her unbuttoned blouse come a little further apart. And I also noticed Jeff glancing at Jackie occasionally with a glint of admiration in his eyes.
"Then, on the following afternoon, my beautiful, sweet little wife demonstrated the magninimity of her generosity: She beheld the comparative discomfort of Jeff and Carol's tent and graciously invited them to share our sleeping accommodations in the camper, insisting that it definitely would not be an imposition since there was more than ample room in our king-size bed. Jeff thought she was only joking at first, suggesting instead that we all sleep out in the woods where a dozen other couples could join us. But Jackie emphasized that she was completely serious.
"'No, really, we can all have so much fun together in the camper,' she explained. 'We can have card games until late and wonderful breakfasts together in the morning. We can even get mellow on the sherry wine that Harold and I brought with us and stay awake until the wee hours laughing up a storm."
"Next it was Carol's turn to get in the act. 'Hey, daddy, I think it would be kinda groovy moving in with Harold and Jackie,' she chimed in enthusiastically. 'D'ya know what? I'm game if you are."
"So now it was my turn. 'Well, anyway, it's worth a try,' I said, thinking how nice it would be to sneak a good feel of Carol's magnificent tits, and maybe even her naked cunt, while they slept with us. 'If it don't work out, there won't be anything lost."
"Three against one, but Jeff sure as hell didn't take long to cast the final unanimous vote. I caught him quickly surveying Jackie's beautiful legs and the firm, prominent curvature of her ass. I wasn't in the least surprised when he agreed to the try-out on the one condition that he and Carol would share the food and booze expense-which, of course, was plenty okay with me. If he was going to share my wife, damn it, he could share the tab.
"That evening Jeff and Carol had supper with us at one of the outdoor barbecue pits, after which the four of us hiked around through the woods until the quickening darkness sent us rushing back to camp. The only hanky-panky during the hike, if you could call it that, was the lascivious way Jeff kept his eyes on Jackie's ass and the big hard on I got from watching Carol's sensuous ass as the two girls walked just ahead of us.
"Back at the camp site, comfortably settled in our new abode of togetherness, we immediately broke out two fifths of sherry and proceeded to get better acquainted. Very lightly we kicked around several popular subjects, starting with politics and graduating to philosophy, polishing off one of the fifths in the process. Midst the joking, laughing, and half-serious banter, I decided to relax a little by peeling my shirt and shoes off. The others soon followed suit, except that the girls ducked into the toilet cubbyhole and came out with flimsy halters around their tits.
"Then Jackie, who was getting a little tipsy from the wine, moved the conversation onto the subject of sex-just as I figured she would sooner or later. Oh, sure, it sounded innocent enough, the way she worded it, but the rest of us picked up on the sly little message right away.
"'Well, it may be true that philosophy is the science of human behavior,' she said with a profound expression on her pretty face, "but I really don't think it explains much about marital compatibility. For example, I don't think it explains a thing about the lovemaking between a husband and wife."
"That, of course, was Carol's cue to say that lots of good practice was the key to sexual fulfillment; which was Jeff's cue to add that a big male penis and a nice set of female organs helps a whale of a lot; which was my cue to add that latent sexuality coupled with a liberal, adventurous spirit were also highly important, in my opinion, in order for a couple to achieve the ultimate fulfillment in their lovemaking.
"'Beautiful ... beautiful,' Carol applauded when I finished with my sneaky little ploy. 'And I can see that you mean it, fella, because otherwise you wouldn't be inviting Jeff and me to bed with you and Jackie."
"'Yeah, great,' Jeff put in, giving me a sly wink and then focusing his eyes lustfully on the crotch of Jackie's brief little play shorts, creased into the slit of her cunt. 'Them's our sentiments, too. After all, it would be a helluva dull life, wouldn't it, without a little adventure now and then with the right people?'
"Then, damn her beautiful, sexy hide, Carol figured it was high time we called a halt to the bullshiting and beating around the bush. She let her halter drop, exposing her giant tits in all their naked, cherry-tipped glory, drained the wine from her glass, then proposed that we all strip down and go to bed. Spellbound by the sight of her fantastic tits, I heartily agreed and stood up, letting my pants fall to the floor so that my swelling, growing dick was plainly outlined on the fly of my shorts. And Jeff evidenced his own enthusiasm in exactly the same manner as I, except for one little detail. He didn't have any shorts on.
"Holy jumpin' Jehoshaphat! Did that guy ever have a whang on him! Fully hard and sticking straight out, it must've measured all of nine inches, with a smooth, bulbous head every bit as big as a ripe satsuma plum. And balls! Man, I've got big balls, but Jeff's were like those of a bull. They were absolutely monstrous! Still they were not freakish looking, being in direct proportion to the monstrous size of his cock.
"And what about Jackie? Poor little thing, she just sat there as though frozen, silently staring at that huge cock, slowly, involuntarily letting her mouth fall open. Understanding and yet feeling sorry for her, I stepped over to her, removed her halter and said very affectionately, 'C'mon, sweetie pie, it's bedtime. We're all taking off our clothes to get in bed. Take your play shorts and panties off, then we'll all be ready."
"By now Carol had stripped down completely nude and disappeared into the tiny enclosed toilet and washroom. I hadn't actually taken my eyes off her, even while talking to Jackie, so I got a nifty close view of her extremely voluptuous young nakedness in motion, which was absolutely the most sensuous and erotic motion imaginable. Her great melon tits bounced just enough to tease the living shit out of me, stimulating so much saliva in my mouth that I damned near choked. And the swaying undulations of her full, dimpled ass as she turned toward the washroom ... oooooo-eeeeeee! Words could never describe it. Never. I can only say that a little more watching and I probably would've got my gun off.
"Of course, my dick was so hard by now that I felt like I had a third leg protruding out horizontally. But somehow I did manage to get my shorts down over it. As I did so, Jackie's hand reached out to me, took ahold of my rigid meat like it was a handle and pulled me to her side. She was also completely naked and I could see dewdrops glistening in her silky pussy hair, telling me that the sight of Jeff's big horse-cock had aroused her plenty.
"'Oh, Harold, I think I've had too much wine,' she whimpered softly. 'Really, I didn't mean for all four of us to sleep together in the nude. You're not ashamed of me, are you, darling, for bringing us all together like this?'
"Damn, Jackie really did have too much wine, I could see that. But then maybe she had drank just the right amount, I thought at the time, because she would be more uninhibited this way and that would give me a better excuse to let my hair all the way down with Carol. Anyway, I assured Jackie that I wasn't in the least ashamed of her and that seemed to revive her spirits. When Carol reappeared, she happily took her turn in the washroom, wavering along the way, with Jeff lewdly eyeing the swing of her ripe, full ass cheeks the same as I had eyed Carol's.
"And I wasn't aware of it, but Carol had wasted no time sighting in on my big hard on. 'Oh, look, daddy!' she exclaimed excitedly but softly. 'Harold's got an erection, too. It's not quite as big as yours, but, golly, isn't it beautiful?'
"'Yeah, sure, and I know how badly you want to suck on it,' Jeff answered with a grin, at the same time glancing at the washroom door impatiently. 'How about that, Harold? Could you go for a real good blow job? Take my word for it, Carol here is really expert."
"'Well, to be perfectly honest with you, Jeff,' I whispered so Jackie wouldn't hear, 'there's nothing I'd like better-unless it's some good, hot fucking."
"So then it was Carol's turn again. 'I can give you some good, hot fucking, too, Harold,' she whispered back, smiling proudly. 'Can't I, Jeff baby?' With that she moved seductively toward me, took ahold of my rigid cock and pushed her big, plump, hairy cunt up tight against the head, at the same time swaying her shoulders so that the hard strawberry nipples of her giant tits brushed back and forth on my bare chest.
"Oooo, shit, did that ever get me stirred up! 'I guess I should've warned you, buddy,' Jeff whispered, obviously getting a little more excited himself at the sight of his wife teasing another man with her naked cunt. 'Carol is the hottest little nympho bitch there is once she gets started in sex.
I sure hope that your wife knows how to take it slow and easy in bed."
"I was on the verge of grabbing Carol's magnificent ass in my hands and telling Jeff that Jackie would take good care of him providing he played it cool at first when Jackie emerged from the washroom, focused on Carol and me, and froze. 'Hey, what's going on in here?' she muttered scornfully. 'Harold, you louse, what in the hell do you think you're doing with Carol?'
"Which was Jeff's signal to speak up in defense of his wife and his own obvious acquiescence. And I must say, he did it masterfully, much better than I could have. Noting that Carol still held a half full wineglass in one hand, he assured Jackie that his wife was simply sharing her drink with me, then he walked up to offer Jackie a drink from his glass, his great stiff cock sticking way out and coming in light contact with her soft, naked, extremely sensitive belly.
"Man, you should've seen Jackie melt at the erotic sight and touch of Jeff's huge organ. I mean, she literally wilted, her beautiful face flushing red as she smiled nervously, stammering, 'Oh, yes, I'm sorry, Harold dear,' and taking the offered drink. Impulsively, uncontrollably, she clasped the hot, throbbing male organ that was prodding her belly, sipping the wine very slowly, letting her eyes close in evident euphoria as she gradually commenced to jack off her captive muscle.
"As soon as Jackie started jacking him off, I heard Jeff whisper hotly in her ear: 'Ah, yes, take it, girl. My big cock and balls are all yours to do with as you please. You can feel them to your heart's content and suck them if you want to and even take my great cock deep into your beautiful hot cunt."
"'Oh, no! I can't ... I can't!' Jackie began to whimper, her eyes still closed, her hand leaving Jeff's dick to reach under and fondle his huge balls with mounting excitement.
"Well-sonovabitch-you'll probably think that I really am a dirty, no-good louse, but I couldn't help myself, not with Carol pushing up close to me again, filling my nostrils with the sweet musk of her passionate, hip-grinding nakedness. 'That's all right, sweetie,' I said to Jackie. 'You can have Jeff tonight. A little adventure once in a while is good for you and I won't love you any less for it. Go ahead and take Jeff's big cock and balls because after tonight we'll always have each other ... always and always."
"That did it. As soon as I got the last word out, Jackie gulped all of the wine from Jeff's glass, slumped to her knees, and began kissing his huge cock all over like it was the most precious thing in the universe. Then, a few seconds later, she dove her face down under his spread legs and commenced to lick his balls furiously, at the same time enfolding and madly fondling the head of his dick in her hand.
"'Baby, baby, baby!' Jeff moaned. 'Your hot tongue on my balls feels so good ... soooooo goooooood. Now suck them, girl. Eat them up. Yes, yes, that's it! Oh, shit, that feels great ... positively great! You sure are a fine little ball sucker."
"Carol also witnessed that hot little scene between her husband and my wife. And, believe me, she was not one to be outdone by some other broad. As soon as Jeff started moaning his pleasure, Carol dropped to her knees, too, and began sucking my cock and balls with a fury and expertise that defied description. First she sipped up the big drop of passion oil that was teetering at the tip of my cock-head, milking my swollen, throbbing organ for more and more, groaning with delight, then she took the whole thing in her mouth, shoving it far into her throat. After that, she started fucking it furiously in her hot, saliva-filled mouth, at the same time jangling my balls rapidly in the palm of her hand.
"It was too much, man ... TOO MUCH! Carol's cocksucking was so hot, so impassioned, so unbelievably talented, that she had me on the brink of coming within seconds. 'Oh, you beautiful, hot, cocksucking bitch,' I gasped, jerking myself free from her. 'You're trying to drain me dry before the night is barely started. Here, help me get the bed folded out so we can all get on it and do this sex thing up right. Once I get you on the bed, you beautiful, sexy little cunt, I'm going to eat your sweet, juicy snatch out so good you won't be able to piss for a whole year."
"'Yeah ... yeah,' Carol answered, grabbing me momentarily in a tight, passionate embrace and shoving her long tongue deep into my mouth. T do love to have my cunt eaten. And, man, I'm going to give you so much of my hot pussy juice to drink, you'll be tasting it for a hundred years, if you live that long."
"So the two of us went to work then and had the big king-size camper bed ready in nothing flat. Noticing the bed all laid out and ready for occupancy, Jeff pulled Jackie to her feet, gave the nipples of her tits a brief sucking, then picked up her passionate, naked body and laid her on the mattress, spreading her shapely white legs so that her pussy-slit popped open, fully exposing all of her glistening pink gash. A split second later he had his face buried in Jackie's gash, lapping up her flood of cunt juice for all he was worth.
"And, of course, Carol and I weren't far behind. Before Jeff had even started his cunt-licking, Carol was flat on her back beside Jackie, her knees raised high and wide, begging me to dive in and help myself. Which I did in a flash, aiming my stiffened, hardened tongue straight for her fuckhole, then shoveling it slowly over her pisser and clit, savoring the exquisite flavor of her excretions.
"Talk about a chorus of sexy moans and groans, those two females really put together a symphony. 'Ohhhhhhh, you beautiful stud mule,' Jackie sounded off. 'You've got my hot cunt in your mouth and I love it, love it, LOVE IT! Eat it all up, my clit, my peehole, and my vagina ... all of it. My cunt is so hot ... sooooo hooooot! It needs to be fucked. Oh, please, fuck me, Jeff. I need to be fucked ... NEED TO BE FUCKED! I want that great big horse-cock of yours way up deep in me ... WAY UP DEEP!!!'
"All the while Jackie was joining in with: 'Man, man, go ahead on ... lap it up ... drink in my boiling hot, juice-filled snatch. It loves it ... loves it like crazy! Oooooooo, fuck, shit, sonovabitch! YOU'RE BLOWING MY FUCKIN' MIND!!! Yeah ... yeah ... drive your tongue into my hole ... way in ... WAY FAR IN! Ahhhhhh, yes, that's right, you beautiful cunt-lapper, fuck me with that long, hard tongue of yours. Oh, goddam, you're ... you're making me come! NO, NO, STOP! I DON'T WANT TO COME JUST YET! I WANT TO COME WITH YOUR COCK IN ME!!!'
"So I crawled up between Carol's beautiful long legs and sank my long, throbbing, brick-hard prick deep into her belly, at the same time gathering one of her enormous tits in my hands and swallowing in as much as my gaping, drooling mouth would hold. As though inspired by his peripheral vision of me sinking my cock into his wife's cunt, Jeff immediately followed suit. Only his mammoth tool didn't sink in quite so easily; he had to coax it and ease it and jockey it and beg for more and more cooperation from Jackie's impatient ass humping. Then, finally, with a loud gasp of ecstatic pain from Jackie, Jeff hit bottom.
"'EEEEEEEEEEEEE ... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK,' Jackie wailed. 'IT'S SO DIVINE ... SO ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY DIVINE ... HAVING YOUR GIANT HORSE-COCK IN ME!!!'
"And Carol kept right on with her agonized wailing also, not because she was filled but because she was just naturally a sexy hot bitch nympho, like Jeff had said. Altogether it was about the hottest scene between two couples that you could imagine. And what's more, man-though I really don't expect you to believe this-when we came, we all came at once. Incredible, isn't it? No, no, it wasn't incredible-it was downright phenomenal. Of course, we didn't all compare notes afterward, but then we didn't have to because there's no mistaking what's happening when four people engaged in hot and heavy fucking all start writhing and bucking and bellowing at the same time.
"But, of course, there just had to be a catch to Jackie's easy 'conversion' to swinging sex. And, man, I soon found out what it was. It was the combination of mine and Jeff's giant tool. As soon as her inebriation and horse-fucking wore off, which was only ten or fifteen minutes after her orgasm, she suddenly sat bolt upright on the bed, gave a few hasty seconds of thought to what we all had been doing, then bounded to the floor, yelling at me hysterically: 'Oh, you filthy dog! You dirty obscene wretch! You cunningly planned this whole thing, didn't you? Getting me drunk and naked, then exposing me to another man's oversized sex organ, knowing all the time the effect it would have on me! I hate you, Harold! Do you hear that? I hate you, hate you, HATE YOU!'
"Then she rushed to get her clothes on, crying her eyes out, and ran out of the camper into the pitch-black darkness. I probably should've said something to calm her down and make her stay, but I was too stunned-and, after all, what she'd said was the truth. I had more or less planned the whole thing, erroneously thinking that she'd go for it. I mean, go for it sober as well as drunk.
"I actually did throw a towel around me and go outside to see where she went and if she was okay, but there wasn't a sign of her anywhere. I guess she managed to hole up in one of the other campers or trailers for the remainder of the night and bummed a ride the next morning to the nearest bus stop. Anyway she made it away from the camp site in good shape because she looked mighty fine when I saw her in the divorce court a month later.
"Oh, yes, Jeff and Carol weathered the scene in beautiful shape, not feeling a bit insulted or perturbed. Their sympathies were all with me, believe it or not, and to show me the extent of their sympathy they offered to live on in the camper with me for the duration of their vacation. I'll never forget the way Jeff put it to me. 'Aw, c'mon, Harold,' he said with one arm around my shoulder like we'd been bosom buddies all our lives, 'it ain't no fun being married to a square. Let her go. If it's pussy you want, Carol here has plenty for both of us, huh, baby?'
"No need to tell you what his baby answered. She would've been perfectly willing and able to take care of a dozen husbands.
"Well, it was a generous and gracious offer, in a way, but the simple fact was that I loved Jackie. I'll always love Jackie. My whole life is going to be all shot to hell until I get Jackie back with me. That's why I'm telling you this crazy, loused-up story: in the desperate hope that maybe you can show me how to get Jackie back with me."
To be sure, a great deal can be said about the manner of which man's constantly increasing mobility contributes to his ever-extending search for freedom. However, all that needs be said is that this search for freedom quite often leads him down paths that present tempting vistas, the enjoyment of which-unless the individual is prepared for such enjoyment-proves to be more of a hallucinatory escape from reality, an emotion-racking reach for the nonessential "thrills" that the sexual greed of man drives him to.
The preceding case history, to anyone who reads it and who is not fool enough to disregard the glitter (of shattered fragments of "a once-was" marriage), can do nothing but support such a theory.
CHAPTER FIVE
Two's Company-Twelve's a Crowd
"Luther had been working at the aircraft plant for only three weeks when he first got the invitation. I couldn't believe it! We were being invited into the social whirl, and we'd only been in town a month!
"To really understand exactly how I felt about the whole thing, and why I was so excited about that invitation, maybe I'd better fill you in a little. Luther is an electronics engineer, and he's been laid off from some of the top companies in the country. You see, they many times lay off the very top men because they cost the most-their salaries are higher than their immediate subordinates. And the big bosses figure that the subordinates ought to know almost as much as the top men, although receiving much less in pay, so why keep the expensive top men, when, for a lot less they can have almost the same quality executives. It's faulty logic, but that's the way they think.
"Anyway, every town or city Luther had been transferred to, we found that we would rent a nice house in a nice section of town, and wait for the social overtures. There are very close cliques in engineering, and each company's top wives are very selective as to who they allow into their inner circle. I have to admit that I'm a social climber ... always have been. It's really not for me-it's for Luther. That's another of the ridiculous rituals engineers have to go through. If his wife measures up, then he measures up for promotion. There's politics everywhere-even in business.
"Well, the way it works-if one of the executives from your department, or one of the interlocking departments, invites the two of you to dinner, you're as good as in. If only the minor executives invite you-buttering you up-you're as good as out. That's why I was so elated when Luther came home and told me that Baxter K-had extended us an invitation to his home for a large dinner party. After all, Baxter K-is actually one step above Luther, only in another department. An invitation to his home was as good as a promotion in the bag for Luther-and we'd only been there three weeks. Things must have been going even better than Luther had thought.
"After the first flurry of excitement was over, I had to settle down to some very serious business-there were so many things to be done before the party, which was only one weekend away. I had to figure out which gown to wear, find a reputable hairdresser, memorize the first names of everyone who was to be there, what they were like, what they did for hobbies and relaxation. There was so much, and so little time to do it in. Fortunately, being new in town, none of the people here had seen my party wardrobe, and so, the dresses would be all new to them. The only worry was not to wear something that would clash with the hostess or be duplicated by anyone at the dinner. But duplication would not be too much of a worry since this was a relatively small town, and I'd bought my latest group of gowns in New York. I doubted very much if any of the women had made special trips halfway across the country to purchase their evening gowns.
"As for my homework on the backgrounds of the top executives, that was again, a simple matter, although time-consuming. All I had to do was to have some of the lesser executives' wives over for tea or luncheon, and let their tongues waggle until I had all the information I deemed necessary. Very simple. Luther had found out from Baxter who was on the guest list, and I merely pumped the lower echelon wives under the guise of being new in town and wanting to know who was who. It all worked out very smoothly, and I'm sure no one ever suspected my true motives.
"The day of the big night arrived, and I was fully prepared for any and all exigencies. Two sets of gowns and accessories were set out, one ready in case something happened to the first while in the process of leaving-such as losing an earring or wrinkling the gown, or something like that. Always be prepared is not just the Boy Scout motto.
"I had made my hair appointment the day Luther had brought home the good news, and I had bought another wiglet as a backstop, just in case the stylist did as poor a job as some small-town stylists will do. I manicured my own nails in advance, but had an appointment waiting for me at the shop just in case a nail got chipped or the polish peeled away. It would be well worth the price of an entire manicure just to have one or two nails repaired rather than letting the girl butcher both my hands. Truly, I had everything down to a science.
"Luther had left everything up to me, as he always did. He knows that I will have everything planned just right, and that I will leave his mind free for work. Naturally, Luther's clothes were all laid out and waiting for him; my selection of his suit and accessories being as perfect as our behavior would be punctilious. I had left nothing for chance, there could be no room for error in the case of one of these executive parties.
"Precisely at seven-forty-five, Luther and I left the house, got into our car, and drove the fifteen-minute drive across town. If we were expected at eight o'clock, then we would arrive at two minutes past-never before. Since I had already timed the drive under various traffic conditions, I knew the exact amount of time necessary for us to arrive just at eight. Another minute or so to straighten our clothes, lock the car, and walk up the driveway and we would be right on schedule.
"As usual, Luther looked radiantly handsome in his twin-breasted double-knit navy suit. The color so closely matched his sparkling navy blue eyes that I never could help but admire his natty appearance when he wore that outfit. His light blond, well-styled hair was in welcome contrast to the darkness of his eyes and clothes. Having chosen navy for Luther, I had, naturally, selected shades of blue for myself, using hues and tints of turquoise blended with a muted royal blue which would shimmer in the great lengths of chiffon which draped my slender but well-accented body. The colors also served to change my normally gray eyes to a light shade of blue. The tiny highlights of deep blue in my almost perfectly black hair made the picture, I thought, absolutely the epitome of perfection.
"'Now, Luther,' I said, fixing my gown so that it wouldn't get mussed during our ride, 'remember not to have more than two drinks ... and sip them slowly. We don't want anyone to get the impression that you drink. Slowly, remember?'
"'Yes, dear,' Luther mumbled under his breath. 'How many times do you have to keep reminding me? Next you'll be telling me what to say to Baxter's wife ... uh ... Millie. You always do."
"'Well, it's better to be reminded and have it fresh in your mind than to forget and not make the favorable impression I want you to make."
"'Honest to pete, Alicia, you'd think I was in the diplomatic corps instead of an engineer. Why can't you women just handle all of this foolishness amongst yourselves ... and leave us poor hard-working men out of it."
"There was nothing further to be said that had not already been said a dozen times before in a dozen other cities while going to a dozen other parties. I wondered when poor Luther was ever going to get it through his head that his very position was in the balance, and promotion in the offing, if we behaved properly. One of these days Luther must realize the importance of social mobility and position! I mused to myself.
"'Stick your tie back into your jacket, Luther,' I remarked, noticing the tip of the broad pure silk necktie protruding from his bulging jacket.
"'Oh, for Christ's sake, Alicia!' Luther spat out almost vehemently.
"'Luther! For heaven's sake, watch your language! Do you want to give people the wrong impression?'
"'And who in hell is going to hear me swear, besides you? Christ, you'd think that the president of the company was in the car with us!'
"'Naturally there's no one here to hear you use foul language, but if you use it often enough while in privacy, you just might make a slip when you're among the wrong-uh-right people. Just watch your language, please."
"We drove the rest of the way to the party in complete silence, and as we pulled up in front of the expansively impressive near-mansion, Luther seemed to breathe a deep sigh of relief. The drive across town must have unnerved him for some reason. But, I had noticed, most drives-at least the ones when I was with him-did seem to make him uneasy.
"I was pleased to see that our car was not the only car there, so we had not arrived first-that would have been unpardonably gauche, especially for our first social occasion in this town.
"As we got out and straightened ourselves, I was about to remind Luther of a few of the amenities which he might have forgotten, but then thought better of it. No sense going over the same old things again and again. Once this evening was sufficient. If Luther was remiss in his behavior, there would be nothing I could do about it then. He would simply hear about it later. And, possibly, his monthly fornication might even be withheld. That would be up to him; if he did as I had instructed him, he would be allowed his husbandly privilege-otherwise, nothing again this month.
"Luther was several steps ahead of me as we approached the double chapel-like doors. After pressing the almost hidden buzzer, he stepped back a pace or two and waited for the door to open and for me to catch up with him. I arrived at the doorstep just as the massive wooden door swung open to reveal a gigantic hallway.
"'Millicent!' I chirped as I embraced our hostess as if we were long-lost friends.
"'Alicia, dahling!' she replied with equal warmth. 'Oh, it is so nice to see you both again. And you, Luther, are more handsome than ever.' Turning, she cooed, 'Baxter, sweet, dear Alicia and Luther are here. Come see how divine they both look."
"Baxter came bounding into view, his hand outspread, quickly encircling my neck as he pulled my head toward his. Before I could prepare for it, his exceedingly moist lips had been firmly planted on mine ... and his tongue was trying to get into my mouth! Pulling back slightly, fully understanding that he must have had at least one too many drinks before we arrived, I dismissed his unseemly actions from my mind as soon as we had passed through the entranceway and into the more than spacious living room. The large drink in Baxter's hand told me the whole story, but being gracious, I was going to overlook it.
"Baxter and Millicent began introducing us to the few people who were already there. I had never heard of the two couples and single gentleman who were standing to greet us. I wondered if they were with the company.
"Baxter must have been reading my mind because he said, 'So far, none of our guests are from the plant ... just you two.' And he continued with the introductions, 'Let's see, I left off with Tanya and Foster ... next to them are Bethann and her husband, Porter, and last, but not least ... this is my good buddy, Mickey. His date will be a little late, might not even arrive until after dinner. Anyway, Alicia and Luther ... meet everyone ... everyone ... meet Alicia and Luther, who we hope will become very, very close friends of ours."
"Luther stood on one foot and then the other, seemingly made a little uneasy by this last remark, but I felt a glow of complete acceptance. These people were by far the nicest we had yet encountered at any of the plants Luther had worked at. I was sure that we had been accepted and were going to fit in very nicely.
"As it turned out, there was only one other couple expected, besides Mickey's date, who was to arrive later. It was nearly eight-thirty when the only other representatives of the company made their grand entrance: Ladina and Bernard P-, second vice-president in charge of my husband's branch! I couldn't have been more thrilled. I had received misinformation from my bumbling Luther about the guest list, but the fact that his vice-president was to be there made it all right. In fact, I was inwardly glad that I hadn't known-I might have been too flustered and awkward if I had. Everything always works out for the best, I mused as I edged toward Ladina, angling to be seated next to her when she finally sat down.
"It was strange, but everyone seemed to know everyone-except for us. We were the only two strangers there, yet six of us were company people and five weren't. I had some doubts as to whether or not Mickey's date was company people. It hardly seemed likely.
"After dinner was over-and a fantastically prepared and served meal it was-we all returned to the living room for coffee, dancing, and conversation. At least, I was ready for conversation. But everyone else seemed to be more interested in dancing than in talking. The lights had been turned low and mood music was swelling through the room by way of unseen stereo speakers. Only Mickey seemed uninterested in dancing or talking. He was almost-almost pouting as he sat there opposite the front door, staring a hole through it.
"When the doorbell rang, it was Mickey who flew to answer it. No one else moved toward the door, and Baxter, who was holding me exceedingly close while dancing with me, didn't even move a muscle to greet his last guest. As we slowly turned so that I was facing the doorway, I saw Mickey throwing his arms around his date-but it was a man! Mickey's date was a man? This was inconceivable! And no one was paying the least bit of attention!
"Uh ... Mickey's date seems to have arrived,' I stammered in Baxter's ear.
"'Yes. And now that Terry's here, the festivities can begin. We couldn't begin until Mickey was paired off-that wouldn't have been fair, now would it?' Baxter said, smiling what appeared to be an almost lecherously leering grin.
"'All right, everyone ... fun and games time.' It was our hostess, Millicent, who had turned the music down lower and was walking toward the middle of the room. Everyone seemed to know what she was talking about, and began to form a large circle around her. I just followed the others and wondered what was going to happen during 'fun and games.' I glanced at Luther and he simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled a pleased-with-himself smile that told me he knew more than he had let on.
"Millicent was speaking again, this time only to the ladies, 'Okay girls, shoes into the center of the room. Remember-only one shoe per gal. Okay ... toss that shoe in ... Tanya ... Ladina ... Alicia ... Bethann ... uh, no Terry, not you. You already know who your partner is. But, if you wish, later in the evening ... that's up to you."
"Completely in the dark as to what was going on, I blindly took off my left shoe and tossed it into the center of the room with the other four shoes-Millicent had taken hers off and placed it with the others-and waited to see what was going to happen next. I didn't have very long to wait. Suddenly, the lights went out so that the only light was that which dimly filtered in through the windows from outside.
"Then a voice that I recognized after a moment's thought as Baxter's said, 'All right, men-choose your partners and doe-see-buck! Let's all fuck!'
"Before I could recover from the shock of Baxter's last words, the men all made a mad dash for the center of the room and came up with a shoe, each holding one high in the air. The lights came on dimly-probably a dimmer switch-and I could see that Bernard-the vice-president of Luther's company-had my shoe in his hand. And Luther, grinning from ear to ear, held up Tanya's gold sandal.
"There was a flurry of bodies meshing as each man sought the matching shoe and claimed his partner-his sex partner! Before I could protest or demand that Luther take me away from all this debauchery, Bernard had found that he was holding my loose shoe and had made a beeline for me. His strong arm slid around my waist as his warm, muscular body pressed heavily against me. My knees were going weak on me and I felt as if nothing was going to respond to my command. My limbs were utterly useless, and my voice wouldn't work, either. I just stood there, speechless and paralyzed while Bernard's free arm reached up and his hand sought out my breast!
"A slight whimper escaped my lips, and Bernard, mistaking it for passion, swept me up into his strong arms and carried me off into one of the many rooms that led off the living room. I was too stunned to protest-stunned is not even the word-I was mortified, horrified, panic-stricken. And completely unable to protect myself!
"Finally, clearing my throat, I found myself capable of uttering a sound: 'Oh!' That was all I could manage.
"'Yes, I know, my pet. I've had my eye on you all evening! Do you think it was just plain luck that I came up with your shoe? Oh, no! I watched where you placed it, and dove right for it. I could tell, by the way you've been eyeing me all evening that there was something there ... I could read the signs, my little pet.' Bernard was simpering in my ear, breathing his hot breath down my neck, tickling it peculiarly.
"I didn't dare speak, not after what he had said-not when I was in the arms of my husband's superior. My mind raced as I felt the zipper of my lovely gown being tugged and pulled. Downward, downward, the zipper was slipping down, my gown was gaping open in the back. Hands, warm hands were fumbling with my bra, trying desperately to unhook it ... succeeding. Unzipped and unhooked, I was soon unclad.
"My breath was coming faster as my gown was pulled down ... and my hips involuntarily lifted long enough to allow the gown to pass under them. My bra had fallen away, and I lay there on the couch, only my thin bikini pantyhose covering my most personal spot. But that condition didn't last for long. Little by little, tenderly, gently, those same warm hands were rolling the pantyhose down-rolling them past my stomach, past my pubic hair, and then on down till they were pulled off completely.
"I lay there, frozen, realizing fully that a strange man, a man I had never met before tonight, had just removed my clothing and was sitting on the edge of the couch, admiring my totally naked body. A shudder rippled through me, and was noticed at once.
"'Oh, you want me, huh?' Bernard cried eagerly as he stood just long enough to drop his trousers and pull off his shirt. Before I could protest or recover my clothes, he was equally as naked as I was. 'You like,' he said, indicating his quite erect penis, which was bobbing up and down in front of me. I became almost hypnotized by it.
"Suddenly it occurred to me that this penis I was staring at was different from my Luther's. It wasn't longer, but it was thicker, much broader than Luther's. I lay there, musing at the thickness of Bernard's penis as if I did that every night of the week.
"Just as I was snapping out of it, Bernard pounced on my shivering naked body and pressed his warm flesh to mine. I could feel his hairy chest digging into my breasts-and my nipples-my nipples were getting stiff! I was actually beginning to become excited sexually by this muscular stranger!
"Again I heard myself yell, 'Oh!' and again Bernard's response was quite positive. His moist, parted lips pressed down on mine and his tongue tentatively entered my mouth before I could shut it. His soft, velvety tongue swept past mine, tickling and exciting me at the same time. The suction of his kiss was almost overpowering. As his lips sucked mine, and his tongue mingled with mine, his hands were busily feeling my erect breasts.
"As his fingers brushed the tips of my nipples, electric shocks swept through my trembling body and headed straight for my vagina. I could sense the presence of an enormous amount of sexual fluids down there between my legs-more than there had ever been before. There was something animalistic about all this, and it was stimulating me extremely. It was all right-it was good-and it was with Luther's boss!
"All of a sudden, I felt a-complete sensation of abandonment as Bernard's stiffened penis shoved its way between my legs, burying its rigid flesh in my pubic hair, barely brushing my vaginal lips. Another shock of pleasure swept through me as his hips raised, pulling his penis with them-then lowered, pushing it back again. Each time that thick member brushed past my moist vaginal lips, the friction sent waves of passion through my quaking body. I was lost completely in the ecstasy of the moment and there was nothing I could do but submit to this beautiful stranger who was about' to violate my innermost privacy.
"'Yes, yes! Oh, please! Yes!' I cried as his hands pressed harder on my breasts, twisting ever so slightly to stimulate my swollen nipples even further. My hips were pushing upward ... pushing, trying to reach his penis, trying to envelop it in my swollen, sopping opening. Never had I wanted intercourse more than right at that moment! With my entire body, my heart and soul, I was crying out to be used-to be fucked!
"'Oh, baby! You're a real hot one, you are! I spotted that right off! Oh, baby, you're gonna really know what heaven is all about! Yeh, I'm gonna fuck you silly! You little doll! You cute, sexy little shit! Oh, yeh!' Bernard was raving, completely enthralled by the proximity of our moist bodies.
"'Do it, do it! Quick, please do it!' I pleaded at the top of my lungs.
"'Do what, baby? Tell me what you want me to do to you!' he whispered hoarsely into my ear. 'Come on, tell Bernie what you want him to do."
"'Oh, please ... do it! Please, Bernie ... do it ... you know! Please-fuck me!' There! I had said it! And I wanted it more than anything in the world! It was all I could think of, it was my entire world at that moment. All my being was crying out to be fucked. I had to be fucked right then and there with this beautiful stranger who was no longer a stranger. My body needed his so badly that I was almost crying.
"A scream as shrill as any movie scream pierced the air, almost piercing my eardrums-it was my own scream-as Bernie's thick, rigid penis plunged roughly between by legs and deep into my vagina. It remained there only a moment, and then it pulled out almost completely-then went back in again. In and out, plunging wildly, Bernie drove his throbbing erection deeper and deeper into my ecstatic vagina. The friction-that marvelously heavy friction was driving me wild with unleashed passion! My whole being was centered down there between my legs and I was so involved in the fantastic sensations I was receiving there that I barely noticed his mouth on my breast as he sucked my nipple into his warm cavern and drew beautiful throbs of sympathetic sensations from my vagina.
"Faster and faster, Bernie's rigid penis surged back and forth in my unbelievably excited vagina. His muscles were growing rigid ... his whole body was beginning to stiffen-and so was mine! I could feel something beginning to stir down there that was totally unfamiliar to me-something which was pulling me by the hair, sending me flying, sailing high over the clouds. My God! I was coining! For the first time in my entire life, I was coming!
"'Aaaaaaahhhh!' I was screaming and howling, my body racked by jerking convulsions, my vagina squeezing Bernie's spurting penis as it shot its copious flow of semen deep into my inner regions. Blast after blast of hot semen hit the back of my vagina, causing one convulsion after another to pulse through me. I wanted it to last forever-forever and a day! God, it was the most beautiful, the sweetest, the most fulfilling sensation I had ever experienced! And I had enjoyed it with an almost total stranger! My God!
"Bernie was panting and heaving, his energies spent for the moment. Flopping down fully on my still-quaking body, he kissed me deeply, tenderly, and squeezed me. His slowly shrinking penis gave me a good-bye jerk just before he pulled it all the way out. For one long moment, I held Bernie in my arms, held him tightly, and kissed him back-hard.
"'Thank you!' I whispered softly in his ear. 'Thank you, Bernie! Thank you!' A tear, warm and tickly, ran down my cheek."
Unfortunately, there are a great many people in the world for whom the concepts of happiness are intertwined with the concepts of achievement and recognition. A certain amount of this is fine, but when we reach the proportions depicted in the story of Alicia and Luther, we have to wonder about the entire world of socializing.
Being socially attuned hasn't very much to do with direct acquisition and, as the phrase goes, "social-climbing." Social attunement has much more to do with the (gradual) development of behavior patterns which are acceptable to society. On the basis of what we hear in the foregoing, it seems doubtful that Alicia would be able to pass a "Social Maturity test." This is not to say that she did not have the correct behavorial instincts to learn to function comfortably; she obviously had these instincts in abundance-a superabundance-but she had no sense of realistic social attitude with which to temper her instincts. Each person, in the course of living and growing up, learns that proper performance behavior must be directly proportional to the social role they must serve, and that this role, in turn, is maturated and brought into balance after the growing child learns which social attitudes are called for by the external figures and circumstances of his or her life. Economic and other roles are determined by ungovernable factors (in the child's life), and whatever early social outgrowth comes from then will very often predetermine the social outlook of that person in later life.
We can only surmise that Alicia came from a background of deprivation-although that deprivation need not necessarily have been economic. The essential characterisitic of the social climber is insecurity-he is, in fact, undertaking to correct a previously untenable situation by means of his social pursuits and posturing.
Insecurity is a manifestation of self-doubt, or the mechanism of low self-esteem. Many people react to the condition by crawling into a shell, refusing to expose themselves to the proofs they are sure are in the offing; others are not nearly so dissociative and react to insecurity by adopting any number of facades to couch the brunt of any forthcoming blows to the psyche.
Such a person, it seems, is Alicia. For reasons we cannot begin to guess, it was earlier important for her to gain approvals from persons not even known to her, and not even known to be likeable. Such considerations, it appears, were unimportant. Her purpose was to "break the ice" with these new people who were seemingly important to her husband's career. That part of the story seems to be a social rationalization, for the undercurrents were almost certainly on a different (and less rational) level; so much so that we are forced to believe that Alicia would have reacted similarly even if her husband's job was the most secure in the world. In short, it was her own interpersonal doubts she was seeking to assuage, not the business situation.
Having assumed, then, that things were not exactly as reported, and that perhaps it was necessary for Alicia to have personal approvals in any event, we are faced with the question-how is she to react to an overture which is based on one of the most honest and directly confrontive of all human interrelationships, sex? Recall, Alicia's social outlooks had all been reactive up to this point; they had all been designed to accomplish something, and rarely, if ever, allowed to be natural and enjoyable.
Sex can be very dishonest, too. It has a history of being used as a tool; therefore, one naturally asks, why wouldn't a woman like Alicia realize this and use this instrument in the seeking of those goals she so coveted?
It is possible that the two things were intertwined. That is, Alicia might have come upon her acquisitive and selfish ways just because her insecurities centered about her sexual role. It is fallacy to think that just because women are the sought more often than the seekers, sexually, that they feel strong and unthreatened in this area. It is a precognitive fact of psychoanalysis that women develop and retain the sexual insecurities of their early environs, and that, up until the very present, it was not uncommon at all in this country for girls to be raised in an anti-sexual atmosphere, fully steeped in guilt, doubt, and fear.
It has been the experience of this writer that anyone who overreacts to a situation does so for a reason. "Social-climbing" is, of course, overreaction to fears of inadequacy-on some level-and reflects a redirection of more normal social energies. As we have all heard (though that doesn't make it necessarily true), women with these predispositions usually turn out to be "cold fish" sexually, probably because the same doubt that caused their insecurities in the first place also serves to erect a wall of inhibition, so that, in effect, no "test" need occur.
For this reason, it is interesting to note the progress of this seemingly traumatic experience for Alicia, who, it would seem, had been lying to herself all along-else how could she have accommodated to the situation so easily?
"Lying there on that couch, having just experienced my very first orgasm from sex with another person, my mind ignored the bodies around me-the writhing, moaning, naked bodies of the guests thoroughly enjoying the orgy they themselves were creating-my mind drifted back over the years to the truly first and only orgasm I had ever experienced until Bernard's penis shattered my being with inexorable pleasure.
"I saw myself-was I six, or was I seven?-sitting there on the toilet, with my hands playfully toying with my vaginal lips, experimenting with the unknown and discovering, to my delight, that it was most pleasurable, indeed. As my fingers worked more frantically in a definite rhythmic pattern, I felt a sensation so intense that my entire body began to stiffen and tense. Just as I was in the process of reaching a climax, my body jerking and twitching deliciously, Mother strode into the bathroom and screamed at me. To this day, I can still hear her horrified voice berating my sinful act-shouting and shouting, her shrill voice rising in pitch till it broke-and then the pain, the horrible pain of her beating on me with her fists as I sat there helplessly. Sex was bad, I was bad, but most of all-my vagina was dirty, filthy, bad!
"But, as I lay there on the couch, it suddenly all fell into place-sex was not bad, it was good! It was very, very good! And, by having had sexual intercourse with my husband's vice-president, I had done something very good for him-and myself! What a feeling of relief flooded through me as I lay there watching the beautiful people all around me enjoying freely what I had always abhorred and feared.
"Luther, my darling Luther was sitting on a large easy chair across the room, his legs spread wide apart, and lovely little Tanya was busily, and, obviously, happily sucking on his enormously stiffened penis. The look on both their faces made me want to cry with pleasure. It was all so beautiful! I had to have more-and give more.
"Looking around the room, I saw only Mickey and Terry were not busy. Couples were floating in and out of the room-probably to other rooms just like the one I was in-some were actually locked together in copulation as they moved by, others were locked in embraces or were tickling and squeezing each other's personal parts. I felt a strong need to join this sensuous activity, but only Mickey and Terry were free at the moment, and I knew that they were homosexuals.
"Mickey, who was stroking Terry's long, curly hair as he sat at his lover's feet, glanced in my direction and our eyes met for just an instant. There must have been something in my flickering gaze that stirred Mickey, for his limp penis gave a twitch and began to swell right before my eyes. His tongue shot out and moistened his lips provocatively as his gaze traveled the full length of my body, finally coming to rest on my furry pubic area.
"Something within me began to churn as his eyes bored into my vagina, probing deeper and deeper, as if imagining what it would be like to have intercourse with me. Finally, I could stand it no longer, and I rose quickly and crossed over to where Mickey was sitting, pushing Terry aside gently as I sat down at Mickey's feet. Tenderly, ever so tenderly, he took my two swollen breasts in his hands and caressed them till the rosy nipples were rigid and deeply engorged with feverish blood. Terry whimpered and pawed pleadingly at Mickey's knee while I leaned forward and felt the stabbing shocks of excitement shoot from my breasts to my clitoris.
"As I raised myself up on my knees so that Mickey could get a better grasp of my nipples, his throbbing penis came into view-that massive, bobbing hunk of sensuous flesh--beckoning me to do with it as I wished. Without further thought, if any thought at all, my head dipped down and my mouth closed around the head of that delicious morsel of sex. To my utter amazement, it tasted marvelous-fleshy, sensual, exciting. I had to have more, I had to swallow it. But I restrained myself, noticing the definite pleasure my gentle sucking and licking was producing in Mickey. He had dropped my aching breasts and was slumped back in his chair, his head rolling from side to side, his chest heaving with his labored breathing.
"A moan escaped his lips, and its very existence sent a wave of delirious pleasure to my vagina. I was receiving sexual delight from pleasing someone else! This thrilled me, and I redoubled my efforts to bring about Mickey's climax. My tongue licked slipperily along the full length of it, then I plunged the head and more into my hot mouth again and began a terrific suction which provoked more moans from Mickey. Terry, who was still whimpering, was massaging Mickey's testicles lovingly.
"Suddenly, Mickey's body turned rigid, and I realized that I was about to witness Mickey's orgasm firsthand. His moaning had raised in pitch, his arms were tensed with his hands clenching the edges of the armrests, and he held his breath. Simultaneously, he let out an ear-splitting howl just as his semen spurted into my mouth with such a force that I was stunned. That magnificent penis jerked and bucked inside my semen-flooded mouth, pouring more and more down my throat. Greedily, I drank his sex down, almost delirious with joy. It was almost as if I had had an orgasm-as though I had had a spiritual climax. It was so very beautiful!
"As I wiped the residue of sperm from my lips, Terry leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue reaching inside my mouth, licking away all traces of semen-Mickey's semen. Mickey was still slumped in his chair, his eyes closed, his breathing close to normal again. As I got up, Terry crawled back between Mickey's legs and laid his head on Mickey's limp penis. Affectionately, he kissed his lover's thigh and stroked his naked calf.
"Looking around for Luther, I saw that Tanya was no longer with him, for she was in Bernard's arms-and Bernard was in her, pumping away for all he was worth. This meant that my Luther might be free-free for me to enjoy our first uninhibited sexual congress. I moved out of the room, back into the living room, glancing this way and that, trying to locate my darling husband.
"Without warning, a hand shot out from behind me, grabbing my already stimulated breast firmly, sexily. I froze, waiting for the next move to be made, my sex fluids boiling between my legs. This was adventure, sensuous excitement, and I loved it. An unseen hand, an unknown lover, a mysterious caress-how grand! Shivers of excitement ran through me as my anticipation heightened the sensuous caresses of that fantastic, unseen hand.
"Another hand-this one between my legs from behind-was probing the crack of my behind and sending tingles up and down me. I felt like screaming with pleasure-it was so beautiful, so wildly imaginative. I was being directed physically to a couch nearby-by a hand on my breast and a hand in my behind. As I reached the couch, the hands gently shoved me down so that I was lying facedown, still completely unaware of who was so magnificently manipulating me. But I didn't care-I almost didn't want to know who it was-I just wanted to be loved by those marvelous hands till I was delirious with orgasmic joy.
"Both hands were kneading my buttocks, firmly squeezing both cheeks, nails digging in till it was almost painful. It was so stimulating that my hips were gyrating and I could hear myself moaning with passion. Then, to my utter amazement, I felt teeth sinking into my fleshy buttocks! Teeth! The someone who was loving me was actually biting on my behind-and it felt gorgeous! There was a slight element of pain, but that was completely overridden by the sweet sensation of sexuality. I was writhing in passion as those hands and teeth sank deeper and deeper into my spongy flesh.
"Before I could realize what was happening, those marvelous hands had turned my writhing body over so that I was lying flat on my back. I didn't even want to open my eyes and see who was doing these fantastic things to me ... I just wanted to be passively loved. I felt a weight down at the other end of the couch as that beautiful someone climbed on and between my legs, spreading them very far apart. I gasped as I felt fingers pull my vaginal lips open and a sudden flash of cold air met my moist inner lips. This was soon changed as a soft, velvety tongue brushed the inner folds and flicked across my clitoris.
"I screamed in anguished pleasure as that unbelievable tongue licked and licked the entire area. My head was spinning as wave after wave of lust passed through me; my legs were quivering with unrestrained delight. The magical tongue was replaced by lips that were sucking-sucking my clitoris into a hot mouth-sucking my being along with it. My God! Never had I experienced anything so powerfully sensuous! I shrieked with agonizing passion as teeth bit down on my throbbing clitoris and chewed firmly, but delicately, on that nub of pleasure.
"'Oh, my God! Oh, that's good! Oh! I can't stand any more of this! Oh, please, please! My God! It's too much! It's more than I can stand! I can't take any moooorrrre!' I wailed as two long fingers plunged into my vagina and my whole being felt like it was being ripped apart. An orgasm of such fantastic intensity thundered through me that I began to lose consciousness. Just as everything was fading away, I felt a finger glide into my rectum. I screamed and passed out.
"When I came to, Luther was sitting on the edge of the couch, patting my wrist and whispering softly to me, 'Alicia, honey ... wake up. Come on, honey, wake up. That's it, open your eyes. It's all right now. Come on. That's a good girl. My beautiful Alicia!'
"As Luther came into focus, I saw a look in his eyes that was faintly familiar, yet seemed so far off. It was the look of adoration he had gazed at me with when we were first engaged. The look that had vanished so quickly after we were married. And now it was back! Tears rolled down my cheeks as I returned his love with my eyes. Oh, all those wasted years-those damned wasted years of fruitless sex and disgusting scenes. But I knew from the look in his tender eyes that those years were past forever. Life was just beginning for us! Luther and Alicia-a team once again! Luther and Alicia announce their betrothal once again!
"Luther seemed to sense what I was thinking, and swept me up into his arms, kissing me so tenderly, yet so passionately, that my vagina began to stir again as my heart sang with joy. Lovingly, my darling husband stood, reached down, and picked me up in his arms. Carrying me proudly, as if over some unseen threshold, he advanced toward a door that was ajar. As he nudged it open with his foot, I saw that the room within was bare but for a large, round bed in the center, which sat on a thick, white carpeting that appeared almost to be fur.
"Dropping me gently on the satiny sheet, Luther stood beside the bed for a moment, just gazing at my naked body. There was seduction in his eyes ... a seduction that I recognized from years past. I had not seen that look since before we were married-no, actually, the last time I saw it was on our wedding night, just before it turned to a spiteful glare. That was the night Luther found out what I really thought of sex and the private parts of our bodies. I could still picture the look of incredulity which spread over his face as I spat out those venomous words that turned our wedding night into a tragedy. Then that awful look of spite as his massive penis pounded into my motionless body. Pounded and pounded mercilessly, vengefully, into my dry vagina, causing us both pain from the extreme friction.
"Then that revolting sight of Luther spitting thick saliva into the palm of his hand, pulling his erection out of me, spreading that slimy fluid all over his length of sex, and then proceeding to pound it into me again until he had reached what I am sure was a most ungratifying orgasm. Oh, how often that scene had been played and replayed. Time after time, making love to a dry vagina! My poor, poor Luther! What a horrible life I had led him through. I had made his entire sex life miserable, and in so doing, I had made the rest of it miserable, too. And mine, of course. I had focused all my attention on social climbing, telling myself that that was all that counted-promotions for Luther and status for me. My God! What a bitch I was!
"But everything was different-sex had made the difference! And my darling Luther was standing there by my side, looking down at me with those love-sick, soulful eyes of his. I was being given a second chance! We were about to relive our wedding night, and begin our lives all over again. This time, I thought to myself, I'll do it right! Not many people get second chances, and I was one of the luckiest women in the world to have such a marvelous husband who was willing to give me that chance to start afresh. I made up my mind that I was not only going to please my darling husband-I was going to make up for all those years of misery I had caused him!
"I extended my arms to him and he crawled onto the bed and curled up inside my arms, nuzzling my breasts with his nose. I squeezed him hard, sending my love through to him, letting him know that I was his to have, his for his own pleasures-his!
"Gently, ever so tenderly, Luther took one of my breasts in his hands and licked around the edge of the nipple, making it stand up even stiffer and straighter than before. The sensations made my hips wiggle as shocks of pleasure shot to my vagina. Then his soft, warm tongue licked over the surface of that swollen nipple and I moaned, responding to the beautiful sensation. Luther's hands gripped my breast tighter as his lips sank over the nipple and he began to suck on it with an intensity that was overwhelming. I couldn't control myself any longer-my hips were jumping around and my arms were flailing the air.
"Luther groaned loudly as my fingernails dug into the firm flesh of his back, raking up towards his shoulders. Somehow, I knew that his groan was not from pain, but from sheer sensual desire. He was sucking more and more of my breast into his mouth, sending more tingles to my vagina, and then his hand reached down and began stroking the hair of my pubic area. My hips drove forward to meet his hand, pushing hard against it. His fingers dipped in between the lips and touched the slippery folds of my inner lips, moving about, searching for that button of flesh that could trigger a sexual explosion.
"I gasped sharply as his finger grazed that nub of intense sensations and then rubbed it slowly. His massaging of my clitoris was such a strong sensation that the soles of my feet felt as if they were burning. I could barely stand it, it was so extremely intense.
"'Oh, my God! Oh, Luther! Darling Luther! It's so beautiful! It's so good! Oh, please never stop! Luther, my darling! Oh! Oh!' I mumbled frantically, grabbing for his long, throbbing penis.
"As I grasped it in my fist and squeezed as hard as I could, Luther whispered hoarsely, 'Don't come yet, honey. Please hold off ... don't come yet. I want to fuck you and suck you and do all the wonderful things a husband and wife do. Please, don't come yet. Oh, God, how I love you!'
"'You better stop what you're doing, or I will come, my darling. Oh, it's too good ... watch it ... it's tooooo...."
"Luther's fingers pulled out of my vaginal area just a fraction of a second before it was too late. Clamping his hand firmly on my entire pubic area, he soothed and calmed me so that the sensations were still there, but that peak of excitement was lying dormant. We kissed, our tongues entwining, our lips pressed heavily together, our bodies almost smashing each other as we tried to blend into one being. God, it was beautiful!
"We tossed and turned all over the bed, rolling back and forth so that first I was underneath, and then Luther was underneath. Our legs were wrapped around each other's and we were holding each other so tightly that it was difficult to breathe-but we didn't care! We only knew what love was and what sex was and what sheer, unadulterated passion was! It was so very thrilling that I felt my heart might stop at any moment. And if it did, I would die happy!
"With one magnificent lunge, Luther sent his massive penis straight into my vagina, blazing its way to my womb! It was the most glorious sensation I had ever experienced, and my reaction to it let Luther know just how much I appreciated it! I howled in his ear, clawed his back, wrapped my legs around his hips, and pumped for dear life. I was a wild, raging mad-woman-my animal instincts had taken over and lust was carrying me further and further into the depths of sexual depravity. I wanted to experience it all-all of it at once-there was nothing I didn't want to have happen ... and Luther had only one penis.
"Sensing my frustration at only being limited to one penis, Luther's hands moved down my behind, squeezing and kneading the flesh excitingly. Then his finger, moistened with my own sexual juices, dipped into the opening between my buttocks, ramming way up into my rectum.
"My God! It was like liquid fire spreading throughout my trembling body! All my senses were ablaze with fiery excitement as Luther heightened the sensuousness of his lovemaking and brought to me even greater heights of pleasure, passion, and joy. His penis was pounding in and out of me and my hips were rushing to meet his every time he lunged forward. I began automatically to swing my hips around, swiveling them so that the added friction made us both moan louder and lustier.
"We were both caught up in the throes of the most fantastic sexual intercourse any two people had ever experienced, I was sure of that. Never had two people been more alive and tingling, completely blended into one throbbing, thrilling body-one enormous fleshy mass of sex! There was no beginning and no end to it; we were it, we were all there was, there was nothing but the two of us in this whole wide world!
"Luther's hairy chest, a mass of silken blond curls, was smashing into my quavering breasts, mashing my rigid nipples into my spongy mounds of sex. My fingernails dug deeper and deeper into Luther's flesh as I sensed my orgasm beginning to take hold of me. There was no stopping it, nor did I want to! Luther could tell that I was approaching that moment of moments, and he began to accelerate his pounding into me, flinging his hips at mine, burying his penis further and further into my quivering flesh. The sounds of flesh slapping wet flesh, thwacking hard against each other, increased as our lusty efforts increased.
"With all the power and the fury of a planet hurtling toward a sun, our twin bodies-our 'one body'-exploded into the most unbelievable, thrilling orgasm possible. We jerked and spasmed together, each twitch sending the other's body into further convulsions of passionate release. It was so beautiful, it seemed to go on endlessly.
"Our lips were pressed tightly together in a kiss that was as passionate as our climax. We were one, and we would always be one. There was no doubt-all doubts and problems had been washed away in a flood of semen and sex fluids. All that remained was beauty and love-and forgiveness.
"Slowly, our bodies grew limp and heavy, and we lay back, still in each other's arms, but cuddled side by side. We snuggled and rubbed noses, cooing and moaning softly. As we snuggled closer, letting the energy we had expended come back into our bodies slowly, there was a silence broken only by our rhythmic breathing.
"Suddenly that silence was broken! Broken by the sounds of applause! Applause? Applause! Luther and I opened our eyes quickly, and there before us-standing in a semicircle-were all the guests and their host and hostess, clapping their hands and beaming appreciatively down at us. My first impression was to run and hide, but then I reconsidered and allowed myself to be the new person I was-and I acknowledged their applause along with my husband by bowing my head graciously several times.
"'Bravo! Bravo! Absolutely splendid! Luther, you were right! She did have it in her after all!' It was Millie, our hostess, beaming from ear to ear. 'Oh, Alicia, my dear ... you were magnificent! I never would have believed that you could top your performance on the couch when I went down on you ... but you did!'
"When she went down on me? Millie? My God! That had actually been Millie who had licked my sex! Well, what the hell! It had felt good, so what was so terribly wrong with an orgasm produced by another woman? Not a damn thing! Not a damn, fucking thing!"
One can hardly deny the therapeutic possibilities this encounter afforded Alicia. It should be noted that she comments that her first orgasm occurred during this party.
It now appears that some of our postulations earlier have been reinforced by the narration itself. Alicia admits that her upbringing had been such that she was required to think of sex as a "bad" thing.
Therapy does not always occur in the office. There are a great many life-situations which can serve to bring to a person's awareness a restructuring of values. In this case, one can only assume that a new and larger life was in the offing for the principals.
CONCLUSION
In the introduction to this book, an attempt was made to spell out the differences between the swinger and the swapper. As has now become evident, there is a great deal in this book which can properly be called swapping, but which, at the same time, does contain some of the elements of what is properly called swinging. Since there seems to be an overlapping gray area because of this, it might be well to remark a little further on the apparent differences between these two groups.
The swapper is a person who wants to be certain to get equal value in return for what he gives up. It can be no more simply stated. Of the numerous swappers we have met, we invariably noticed that the husband was displeased if he thought the other man, the one who was with his wife, was getting the better part of the bargain. Likewise with the females. Swappers seem to us to be only temporarily selective, putting undue values upon pure sexual techniques and physical attraction. In a word, most of them appear fickle. They also seem easily disenchanted, and are very quick to move on to greener pastures. Few of their relationships with other couples are of significant duration.
The swinger lives a different kind of life. He or she is also selective, but in a different way. Sex is not the sole criterion. Consider the following ad which appeared a few years ago in a Los Angeles "underground" newspaper.
Swinging singles or marrieds for various parties; only requirement that you like people and sex-and that you are people. Stick-in-the-mud swappers need not apply. Helen and Ralph, P.O. 1088, City.
The message here is that applicants must be sexy as well as uncritical. Swappers are more and more critical of the physical qualities of a couple first and all other qualities second. It boils down to the age-old dilemma of trying to please people who are picky for the wrong reasons. We say wrong reasons with the specific knowledge in mind that sexual and/or other pleasures really have nothing much to do with physical attraction. When we discuss the difference between swingers and swappers, we really are addressing ourselves to the problem of human values and the individual's human sense-of-value. How many persons in history have been made miserable because of hasty choices based on physical considerations?
Now, for contrast, let's look at what Elaine Stanton, a reliable and interesting writer for various Hollywood publications, has to say in her book Divorcee a Go-Go:
Swinging has a definite sexual connotation, and that is the underlying reason people are swingers or attend swinging parties, or, to much lesser degree, live in "swinging-singles" apartments. But, whereas the swappers swap for the exclusive purpose of sex, and usually without much interest in the nonsexual aspects of the swapped partner, the swinger is pursuing a way of life of thinking. Eroticism, carnality, and off-beat sex practices are all part of it, of course, but it is a pure misimpression to think we do not also like each other very much. I have never gone to bed with a man at a swinging party that I would not also introduce to all of my business friends.
Throughout history, men have sought to express themselves freely. Within a certain framework, this can even be said of those who sought to limit the lives of others. There is, in our view, no reasonable method or excuse of advocating freedom while at the same time taking it, and the insouciance of these hypocrites makes it all the worse.
Dryden, for example, wrote in Threnodia Augustalis :
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative.
He gave good insight into the depth and permanence of the English Common Law, from which our own devolved. Never in the minds of men of old did it occur that all men were entitled to the same qualities of living or born with the same rights. Dryden himself, never regarded as a "small" man, realized that one nation bestowed a greater thing upon its people than did others, but did not seem to realize that these inherent principles were the born-right of all men.
BIBLIOGRAPHY and SUGGESTED ADDITIONAL READING
Hegeler, Inge and Sten. ABZ of Love. New York:
Medical Press, 1963.
Peters, T. K. A Study of Group Sex. Los Angeles:
SECS Press, 1970.
Reik, Theodor. The Need to Be Loved. New York:
Noonday Press, 1963.
Socarides, Charles W. Sexual Behavior and the Law. Springfield, Ill. : Bannerstone House, 1965.
Street, Robert. Modern Sex Techniques. New York:
Lancer Books, 1963.
