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"Terry had gone to scrounge for nonmangled smokes, I guess. I sighed softly to myself, listening to the excited purr rattling in my throat, and deliciously enjoyed the throbbing rhythm of Lance's honey-white rod in my fuzz-bushed creme de cacao cunt. For some strange reason the bunched-up sheets felt cool under my ass-strange 'cause we'd been balling in pretty much the same place for three or more hours.
"My legs yawned, gloriously stretching, and spread wider, stopping only when the right one got scrunched down into the bed by Dawn's hot body.
"Dawn was nineteen-that's what she told us-and as hungry a bitch as any Terry and I had seen for a long time. I felt her straddling my sprawled legs and sensuously grinding her pussy on it, so I raised it just a bit as my arms curled around Lance's neck and raised me up.
"I felt Dawn lifting my ass just a bit and scooting a pillow under there.
'It'll make it even better, baby,' she'd hoarsely whispered. 'Aaaahbh just right!' "I thought I could feel the tip of Lance's cock tickling the deepest part of my belly as it rested inside me for a minute before sliding back and almost out of my sucking bush.
"I remembered just hours ago when we'd all met-they came in response to our searching ad-and Lance had told us that he was twenty-two but game for anything. The bulge in his pants after five minutes of jabber convinced me and Terry that they'd be good. And they were!
"He was a mellow and free-swinging twenty-two with eyes like smoldering coals that could burn through just about anything. He wasn't looking at me now, though. The long lashes flickered and batted away the beads of sweat pouring off his forehead and hid the piercing blue torches that x-rayed out of his skull. He was grunting loudly and gritting his teeth as he tried to go slow and take it all so nice and easy.
"I was in no mood to take this nice 'n'иasy. My ass was jiggling like a crazed blender and it must have been me that was causing the whole bed to shake like a vibrator. I found myself actually trying to push my knee up Dawn's warm and yielding crotch and then I felt one of her tits-beautifully shaped, like a large, ripe grapefruit-brushing against my arm as she uncoiled it from Lance's shoulder.
"I fell back on the bed, both arms stretched out, and felt Dawn creeping up my leg and bringing one of her juicy-looking tits right up close to my face.
Instinctively, I guess, my mouth opened wide and I gasped as she aimed one of her almost copper-colored nipples right in there.
"Lance seemed to be on his knees and quickly pumping in and out of me now but leaving the top of me for Dawn. I felt him pulling my legs this way and that as he bent them at the knees and propped me up with still another fat pillow. His fingernails-I hadn't really noticed until now that he had any of those-dug into me as he tore at the already sensitive and slippery flesh and I bucked up to meet his cock as best I could.
"Dawn had lost my knee to Lance but I felt her pulling my free arm between her legs and then I knew what to do. I'd been with chicks before-usually 'cause Terry digs watching that kind of a swap scene-but I'd always been the one that was done, if you understand. This time I felt myself wanting to shove my whole-fist up Dawn's snatch and watch her squirm from no one else but me.
Freaky, huh?
"Let me tell you, it's kind of hard to diddle a girl's clit when you're down on your back, without leverage, and with a stiff and throbbing rod banging up your cunt. In fact, ft's so uncomfortable that it actually hurts a bit.
"I stopped working on her and just let my fingers easily slide back and forth on the oozing and come-coated crack. She wiggled her ass a bit and smashed down still harder over my sucking face.
"One of my boobs wasn't covered by Dawn and I felt Lance's hand snaking up my belly and grabbing it roughly yet gently, if you know what I mean. He pulled it a bit then kneaded it like dough, being very careful with his fingernails. I felt like I'd gone completely mad and I would have screamed if I hadn't had that sweet tit in my mouth. Mmmm-mm, I thought, if all chicks could only have tits like this! I think I'd really go bi!
"Somewhere in the distant fog of everything that was around me I thought I could hear ice cubes clinking in glasses. The bed groaned and I felt Terry's cool hand gently caressing my belly. Dawn moved away…
"I felt Terry pat my belly as if he were patting a little kid on the head and then he moved away again. Smoothly, Dawn eased her tit away from between my teeth and I felt her shifting position again.
"Strands of her long damp hair brushed against my face and then I felt her hand cupping my chin-I guess she did that so she could hold my head steady. I looked up through the blinding fog and saw her smooth baby-doll face coming closer… and closer…
"I closed my eyes and opened my mouth just a bit. I tried to wet my lips-they felt like they were covered with a sandpaper wrap-but her sleek tapered tongue did it for me.
"With just the tip of her wiggling tongue, she ran an electric rim around my mouth, over and over again-gently, lightly, and teasingly-until I felt my head straining toward her, wanting to smother her in my kisses.
"I twisted the top half of my body so that, even though I was still on my back for Lance, I was facing Dawn. She crashed down on me, her thick pouting lips opened wide and covered my burning mouth while her shoulder snuggled into the crook of my bent arm. I brushed the thick curtain of ash-blonde hair away from my eyes and found myself absentmindedly caressing her head as if it were her tit, pulling it closer and closer to my eager lips.
"It's a good thing Terry and I decided to get a king-size bed-we could never have had this kind of action on the sagging studio bed we had in our old furnished apartment. This time it was our furniture, brand-new-and we were christening it royally, every button on the mattress would be blessed with oozing come…
"Dawn's soft moans vibrated in my throat and I answered the same way even while I felt my bottom half going into a madness all its own. I strained upward to meet Lance's pounding thrusts into my gut and I could dimly see a spinning orgy-room through the slits of my eyes.
"My tit was cold but not for long. Dawn's arm bridged over and pinched in at my waist. I could feel her body trembling and somewhere… somewhere I could feel Lance's fingers caressing both of us at the same time.
"The bed groaned and creaked again, this time at the foot of the bed and on Dawn's side. Her face pulled away from mine so quickly that my eyes sprang open in surprise. I saw Terry's shadow behind her and the ivory glistening hump of Dawn's ass raising up to meet his erection. She whimpered loudly, tossing her thick mane of hair from one side to the other like a bucking mare, and then her face slammed down and swallowed my mouth.
"I felt helpless but deliciously so. With the only arm I had in motion I gouged into Dawn's scalp, tangling the fine moist hairs in every finger and tugging with frantic, desperate, and erratic movements. I felt Lance's hands, one at each of my hips, pulling me up as he pounded into my hungry cunt-and I didn't care!
"Dawn's expert tongue sent crazed spasms racing through me, each tremor defiant and determined to knock me right off the shaky edge of sanity. Oh hell, I'd been in this position once or twice before but never with two such expert swingers! I felt heady, breathless, and maddeningly panicked as Dawn's tongue probed every inch of my greedily accepting mouth and Lance's rigid shaft pounded my pussy into quivering ground round…
"I felt her body moving faster now and, as my hand strained to crawl along her arched back, I felt her ass churning in a dance I knew so well, with Terry's plunging cock right in her behind.
"I almost giggled as I thought of Terry. Poor guy, I could imagine him struggling to stay on the edge of the bed while he pounded his electrified meat into one of two places. I could see his face clearly on the picture screen of my kaleidoscope-mind, the thick and lumpy veins threatening to pop right out of his skull and the reddish strained fury that I always saw when we balled… ummmmm…
"I spread my legs wider and felt the bottom half of my tormented and hungry body thrust violently upward. I was just in time, too.
"Lance exploded like a sweet-cream Molotov cocktail, sending thick and comforting lathery shrapnel in every direction as well as straight up. After a few seconds I thought I could feel my bottled brain floating in creamy come. I tried to open my eyes but they hurt so I squinted crazily at him just as a loud grunt and whoosh poured out of his mouth.
"He jerked in me another couple of times and then kind of semiflopped down but away from me. As he started to roll off and the chill of cool evening air hit my pussy I shivered and started to close my legs so I wouldn't lose any of his precious come. Dawn's groping hand stopped me and tore my legs open again.
"In a way, I wanted to stop her… just for a minute… just long enough so that I could feel Lance's sperm snaking up inside me… safe. I couldn't tell her to stop-her tongue was jammed tight in my mouth-and, funny, I didn't really want to.
"My thighs spread more willingly than the first time, and I felt her finger carefully snaking its way to my oozing cunt. I bucked up to meet it and my whole body shook as Dawn's fingers replaced Lance's cock.
"She worked her hand in slowly at first and I could feel her body inching closer. Her soft lips left my still thirsting mouth and I grabbed for her futilely as she planted teasing feather kisses in a row going down toward my wiry bush, stealthily approaching my cunt.
"My arm, now without a head to hold, fell to the side. In seconds, I felt Lance nuzzling closer and then his lips replaced Dawn's as he enveloped my bursting tit in his mouth. I brought my other arm to my belly, massaged myself everywhere Dawn had kissed me, and found myself holding my tit for Lance's mouth.
"I was really getting confused. I felt like some kind of sacrifice at a mad orgy where everybody got into the act and blew one person's mind… I caressed Lance's head just as I had Dawn's.
"He sucked hard, pulling my tit this way and that and even kind of twisting it as he rolled it in his mouth. I felt Dawn's tongue poking around my slit and being careful to stay out of the way of her pumping hand. Her hair tickled as it fanned across my belly and I felt the small beads of perspiration dripping off her forehead and moistening the insides of my thighs.
"Someone was grunting and groaning. It wasn't me; it didn't seem to be Lance.
When I forced myself to listen, I could tell that Terry was the noisy one this time. I heard the saliva being sucked into his mouth as he hissed and groaned.
There was only one kind of fucking he did when he made sounds like that. Ass fucking.
"'Oooohhh, Lance baby! You got yourself a real fine and sweet piece of tail here!' he hissed. 'Real fine tail!' "My eyelids came unstuck, and after a few minutes of agonizing painful stabbing at the door of my brain with fogged dizziness-blinded by a light show of flickering stars and glares-I managed to focus on the south end of the bed.
"Terry seemed to be standing at the edge, pulling Dawn toward him-and Dawn's pincer-like fingers tearing me down to her-in a fury. Her creamy-looking ass was humped high and bobbing like an apple on water. From a distance it seemed to me that her ass was up by Terry's hairy chest.
"It hurt to watch. You know, sometimes when you're so wound up you get a headache when you try to focus on anything. My eyes clanged tightly shut and I pictured Terry's insatiable cock driving itself high up into Dawn's ass and imagining that she was a pretty boy. His hissing and lip smacking drove me right up the wall and I could almost feel him, as I had so many times before, straining to telescope his glorious cock so that it would come out the other person's mouth.
"Terry, my poor darling,' I mumbled almost incoherently, you are truly a great pervert! I know you. I feel you in me everyday, whether you're with me or not.
Ummmmm, love, it's a damn good thing we're not legally married-I might go berserk and demand to have you all to myself.' "Lance's cock was unbecomingly soft. I could feel its cool and slippery wetness nuzzling vainly against my thigh as if trying to come alive again, instantly.
He stretched across me at an angle, gasping and panting hoarsely as his mouth aimed for my inviting tit. I imagined him trying to straddle the top of my body with his ass and dangling cock and balls slapping on Dawn's head. I wondered if I could breathe…
"The room echoed grunting and other sounds of animals in a pen. I was beginning to get annoyed and uncomfortably crushed when, magically, Dawn's tongue sensuously flicked itself across my clitoris and the generators in my body caught fire and began simultaneously sparking and sending me back into the realm of the happily unconscious.
"I felt her mouth open wide and cover the whole of my slit. Her lips caressed and milked the fuzzed diameter while her electric tongue alternated between flicking at my clit and diving into my oozing cunt. I tried to raise my hips to meet her, but, strain as I would, the combined weight was too much for me to buck. I needed to regain my violent strength-strength to be free, to enjoy the mind-shattering tingling darts that were so easily destroying any and all semblance of composure.
"Fiercely, I pressed Lance's head into my chest and directed it in small searing circles. His imprisoned hand squirmed from under our bodies and roughly grabbed at the other quivering globe and squeezed it like putty.
"Lance!' I screamed shrilly. 'Ooohhh, baby! Yessss!' I choked and desperately gasped for breath. 'Suck me, babies! You both suck so nice! Aaaaughhhh! Jeezus Christ! Suck, fuck, yesssss, hurt meeeee!' "Terry's voice growled in the darkness. 'You like our new friends too, huh, Candy? They're fine, baby, real good. We'll-oooohhhh shit! This sweet ass!-all have real good times together, don't you think?' "I started to answer him, to carry on a ludicrous and inane conversation in the midst of a panting, roaring orgy bonfire, but Lance's mouth suffocated me as soon as I moved my head toward him. His face was hot and sweaty but mercifully beardless to the touch. We sucked at each other as if there would never be another time like this, never another overheated moment of frenzied passion.
"Dawn's teeth had clamped on my clitoris,and were ever so gently rolling it around between them. I could almost feel the pressure of each tooth biting into the sensitive flesh, but it was done so expertly, so tenderly, that it was a totally beautiful experience. I felt the tiny nub being pulled away from my body and swirled around in the wild maze of tongue and teeth as her head took on a faster bobbing and spinning movement. Dawn's nose occasionally buried itself in the soft velvety flesh just beyond the pubic bone, and even that felt exciting and wildly and crazily passionate, Everything she was doing to me was crazy but deliriously calculated, it seemed, for the utmost pleasure.
"With, eyes still tightly but quiveringly closed, I groped blindly for a pillow. Tears of delirium slithered down my cheeks and occasionally veered toward my gasping lips where the saltiness distantly reminded me of watery come. I found a pillow-horribly mashed but usable anyway.
"I briefly struggled with Lance so that I could get my pounding head on the pillow and whooshed and sighed loudly as if from a hard day's work when I finally managed it. His small and bullet like nipples gouged into the tight skin over my rib cage and I vaguely felt the desperation at being suffocated.
'Lance,' I panted in my fear, 'baby-baby,. I think-oooohh, mmmmm… I think you're crushing me!' "He lifted a bit on trembling and sticky arms, not once releasing my tit from the hot sucking confines of his thirsty mouth. I ran my fingers through his moist and tangled, almost-white, sun-bleached curls and purred softly… to everyone in the room.
"His shaft was getting proudly harder and poking more painfully into the side of my rib cage. I managed to squeeze an arm under him and coil my fingers around the stalky rod possessively and assuringly. His hips slammed down at my touch and I felt as if I'd been mortally speared.
"Like a madman, Lance pounded his cock into my hip and raced his sucking mouth and groping fingers from one tit to the other. I tried to guide him with my hand but it was useless so I just let it ride kind of piggyback on his violently bobbing head.
"I had more breathing room now and I found my hips thrusting upward rhythmically into Dawn's face. I could tell that Terry was pounding himself into her just a bit harder because her face pushed into my slit and bumped against it. I tried to spread my legs wider to give her more room, but I was pretty much pinned down.
"Terry was muttering almost drunkenly to himself. 'Nothing like a tight-fitting asshole! Come, baby, suck my prick with it! Milk me, woman! Feel my rod setting fire to your assssssss!' "Dawn's fingers clawed desperately at what part of me wasn't covered by Lance.
I felt her whole mouth greedily smashed down on my snatch and moving in faster and harder circles all over it. Lance held my fingers tightly coiled around his cock and pounded his meat as best he could with my hand. It was uncomfortable, I guess, for both of us and I could feel Lance's desperation to blow his nuts into something, anything, but a hole!
"My cheeks hollowed and pitted as I violently sucked in, trying to get some saliva in my mouth before I'd feel like it was full of sand. I sucked and sucked-almost getting the crazy feeling that I was sucking the brains down from my spinning head-and finally felt it filling up with cool saliva from somewhere. It would come now. I knew it would…
"I managed to push Lance's sweaty face away and breathlessly whispered into his ear. 'Honey, ooooohh, honey, my mouth! Put it all in my mouth!' "It seemed like he hadn't heard me because he directed his head toward another and renewed attack on my tit. I grabbed a thick handful of wet hair and jerked his head away. I was getting maddeningly violent as I angrily hissed at him, 'Straddle my face, baby! I need to taste you!' "I saw his crazy kind of grin, blurred and fuzzed in my panicky stupor, and then heaved a sigh of relief as he moved off my all but suffocated body and positioned himself over my already gasping and flushed face.
"He faced the wall behind my head and slowly, gently, eased himself down. I held the round lumps of his balanced ass cheeks in my sweaty hands and helped him. Slowly he aimed his rigid cock at my gasping mouth and, without any effort, slid the entire length of it along the sensitive surface of my barely moistened tongue. I sucked hard again…
This first Chapter, narrated by a twenty-one-year-old mulatto girl, seems a case in point when attempting to demonstrate Theodor Reik's expressed theory in The Need To Be Loved: … Psychology and biology are still occupied with solving the problem of love. It seems to me that the problem of sexual attraction, which is independent from that of love, is more urgent and deserves more of our attention. Those electric affinities of which Goethe speaks in his novel are much more intimately connected with sensuality than with affection or tenderness. We psychoanalysts should be more interested in the question of what makes a person desire a member of the opposite sex than in what makes him love her. This desired individual is often not 'loved at all, but often even detested and despised. Nevertheless he or she is sexually, irresistible and his or her power over the other person is all-consuming and imperative.
Desire, not tender affection, often governs the vicissitudes of male and female relationships. The ruling force is not that which according to the poet moves the sun and the planets, but the much more profane passion that causes the blood to coalesce in the genitals.
Indeed, here is one of the still inexplicable and flagrant contradictions of human nature. What is it that gives the desired person that power, that awakens his or her image even during sexual intercourse with another person? Is it something biochemical, is it some quality of the skin, or is it a memory, which, after many years, is still much more capable of arousing sexually than that of another woman with whom the man has had sexual intercourse a few hours ago. It can happen that this actual sexual intercourse whets the appetite for the other person-if it does this at all-but it never satisfies this longing.
Once aroused, such desire can be appeased and gratified only by this other person. The "femme fatale" is not the woman who is loved, but the one who is sexually desired.
It is as if the flesh has memories as well as the mind, and as if those carnal desires push every other consideration into the background. Here, perhaps, is the decisive reason for the (relative) fidelity of women. The man who first gratified her sexual desires left an indelible imprint in her heart. In her heart, did I say? No, in. her blood…
The above, quotation is demonstrative of a basic emotion which appears to lie just beyond the gauzy curtain of spouse-swapping. It is this desire which brings couples together for stimulation.
We notice even within this Chapter the great deal of touching and looking prior to enjoyment of the sexual acts in and of themselves. This serves to further solidify Reik's theory of the difference between lust and love as it were.
Swapping groups can be tailored to fit individual needs-i.e. business and professional, casual, back-to-earth groups, etc. They are not necessarily formalized and structured as in a regular club and the syndrome often exists without one or the other party being aware that there is such a fraternity/sorority membership in existence and outside of the couple's own stylized lifestyle.
Female homosexuality appears to be the most common side-involvement in mate-swapping. It has been said by some that this activity provides the necessary release for the females while allowing the males ample time to rest and recharge their waning energies. Whatever the theory, it is not an uncommon behavior pattern.
The desire to taste the male sperm as issued from another woman's vagina is also not uncommon. Many women have found that it not only excites the passive female but it also induces an additional bit of voyeurism into the male's life and sense of mood as he watches not dispassionately. Many men as well consider this action a tribute to their masculinity.
In this Chapter, however, we find male as well as female homosexuality.
Although said to be rather uncommon, it is not completely erasable from mind.
Bisexual swapping, it has been said, also has structured forms and clubs, although many readers will agree that not all the bisexual mate swaps go on within exclusive walls.
As it was originally with homosexuality per se, wife-swapping was unthinkable in "elite circles" and hushed in many others. We are undergoing a change, however, and very few words or practices are still considered taboo in many circles of today's society.
Morals appear to revolve on a clock with each minute connoting change of some sort. Common-law marriages are still taboo, but just barely. Why, many ask, is it not fair to live with a person without the so-called benefit of marriage?
Why is this illegal if I love the person? etc., etc.
The world is rapidly changing and enculturation alters itself along with the tide. Perhaps the next generation will produce proponents of everything we quaintly consider taboo and/or perverse. Who knows?
Terry and Candy are otherwise typical of a common-law couple. Young and enthused about much of life, they see no walls where barriers once stood; they see very little save for the sheer physical pleasures they once afforded each other exclusively and which now is given by other couples. While Terry does not appear the persona of his proclivities, neither his homosexuality nor his other urges has dissuaded him from his adopted and seemingly free And easy style of living-nor will it, he proclaims.
Bartell's Group Sex advocates the middleclass average citizen mate-swapper in a small way, yet categorizes the same as generally being of a certain stature, financial resource, political and life leaning, and, in other words, "the average American family." We do not see this theory as correct or anything more than unadulterated and gross generalization. One author can no more say that all female spouse swappers weigh 120 lbs., have blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, than one can say that all politicians wear black clothes and are crooks or that all storekeepers in a given area are crass and inhuman mercenaries.
We can do no more in this volume than present case history material as it is presented to us and with whatever description afforded by the narrator. Though some of the material related will seem perverse in its very difference to our own lifestyle, this is not to say that it cannot and does not ever happen-and not just to those "obvious perverts" often publicized because of some atrocity or minor horror…
The young generation is much more open, more talkative, and more free-swinging, it would seem, than the staid and puritanical upbringing of many. Which is the correct mode of behavior? Is there indeed a "correct" way of life?
We continue now with the narrative of one couple's exchanging experiences:
"The pillow I'd so anxiously tucked under my bead was in the way now. Angrily, it seemed, Lance jerked it out from under me and threw it to one side-off the bed, I think. He wasn't quite so gentle then.
"Each time he pistoned into my head, fastening it down like a bolt into the tufted mattress, I felt a bit gagged. There was no tenderness in the way he was behaving now. I pinched desperately at his ass cheeks until be eased a bit and went into a slow and nicely rhythmic drilling pattern. When he'd slid in full length I found myself sucking up some of his frizzy pubic hairs each time I inhaled. They tickled, but it wasn't altogether an unpleasant experience -not even when my nose would be scrunched up against his bone and I couldn't breathe at all.
"Dawn and Terry were both moaning loudly. Their grunts and loud ragged breathing acted like an aphrodisiac on my already weakened and virtually nonexistent resistance. As if I were getting charged up by listening to the explicit sound track of a stag flick, I found my own breathing coming in shorter and hoarser gasps-when I could breathe, that is. Terry's moans sounded like roaring gurgles while Dawn sort of mewed and purred as she slurped up the juices oozing out of my cunt.
"I even imagined hearing Terry's balls slapping up against the crack of Dawn's ass and the squishing sounds that become so familiar in sex. Dazedly I found myself composing an orgiast's symphony for a recording and stag flick background music. It would be solely the sounds of high passion in front of a backdrop of jet black velvet with a fountain spurting come over the 'actors and actresses.' That would make a freaky flick, I thought dreamily as I replaced the fountain with Terry's and Lance's cocks joined together at the side. How about that? Identical, Siamese, cock twins? Freaky?
"My arms felt heavy and they limply fell over my belly where they began the self-caressing that I've so often enjoyed. I stretched them as far as I could and finally came into contact with the ash-blonde stray tangles of Dawn's hair.
I toyed with them absentmindedly and soon found out that this touch electrified her still more. I strained for more, found it, and burrowed the very tips of my grasping finger nails into her young scalp.
"I would have told her how good she was, but I don't usually talk with such a delicious mouthful. And Lance was, delicious! I decided to concentrate more on him. Terry and my cunt were taking good enough care of Dawn.
"Lance was almost on all fours as he lifted himself up and pummeled my mouth.
His aim was extremely good-Look, ma, no hands!-even considering the few times his shaft didn't slide straight back but instead squirmed and flopped around almost aimlessly, masochistically jabbing itself between my viselike teeth.
"I forced myself to rise up a bit, just enough to make my arms longer so I could reach Dawn's face and pull her further into my dripping cunt. I felt the twin exhausts of her delicate nostrils clearing fleeting paths in my pussy hairs and she only pulled away to inhale and catch her second wind.
"Terry yelled out as if something or someone had just stabbed him in the balls.
'Oooooohhh!' -Whooshhhhhhhhhhh-'You friggin' cock milking cunt sucking ass waving prick wired mother fucking daughter of a bitch!!'
All in one long gasping and ragged breath, high pitched and obviously on the verge of shooting off his third load of the day. I smiled with parched and quivering lips. That was his high compliment. Not too many broads got that kind of approval first time round the bush with my old man! I was glad he liked her.
I know' I did, and I wanted to see and taste much, much more of this nineteen-year-old swinger. Much more!
"Lance couldn't hold out as well as my old man. I felt sorry about it because I was just be ginning to like the feel of his sleek rod in my mouth. No scream, no loud grunting gurgles… just kind of 'Uhhhhhh, sssssstttttt!' with a loud sucking in of his bated breath. I drank greedily of his come-shooting fountain, disappointed in that there wouldn't be much more of that. Not for a while at least. Damn!
"I could tell that Lance wasn't much of a talker. I like talkers, Terry and I both do. Well, I figured, maybe we'd train Lance properly in time. Even my careful and logical reasoning powers couldn't stop the feeling of total emptiness when Lance's cock plopped noisily out of my mouth and he deflated like a mannequin-shaped balloon. For, someone having such a sweet cock he wasn't too experienced. Not yet. Now, Dawn was a different bag altogether. I wondered how the two of them ever got together. Hmmm.
"Lance curled up to one side of me and promptly and rudely dozed off. At least I think be did. I did, however, manage to retrieve the by now badly battered and flattened pillow and stuff it back under my head.
"It didn't hurt to open my eyes this time. Dawn was oblivious to the world and hung up on her own sex bag-gobble at one end and be gobbled at the other. Terry was having himself a real good time, I could tell. He had Dawn in a weird portrayal of a wheelbarrow with her ass up high and her legs seeming to be coiled around his neck. From the noises at that end and the up-down fast bobbing motion between Dawn's legs, I knew that Terry was gobbling the come that was by now dripping out of her ass.
"I wanted to scream, 'Do me! Someone give me something to hold on to!' but I knew damn well that not one of my trio of bed partners would hear me or do anything about it if they did.
"Hot tears blinded me for a moment and I squeezed my breasts together in silent prayer. At that moment I think I fully realized that it was Dawn that I wanted, not Lance or Terry. I'd had a brief taste of her and I wouldn't be satisfied until I had more. Terry, I knew from experience, would be happier sucking on Lance's cock than on either of our pussies. Damn! I cursed and wished Terry would hurry up and make his move.
"My clit was getting sore but I knew I had one more good come before everything faded and. I'd need some kind of a rest. Now that I was relatively free, I bucked violently up to Dawn's face and she gave me more action. Her smooth teeth opened and closed on my clit while the rest of her mouth sucked up what it could. Occasionally her tongue would dart into my pussy, pull out slowly, and lick all the way up and down the hair-fuzzed lines.
"I grabbed desperately at the sides of her head and held it relatively still.
'Now!' I hissed, frantically. 'I'm going to come to you now, baby!' "My heart was pounding violently in my chest as if I'd swallowed a bottle of stimulants. I even imagined that if I would have looked down on myself I could see a huge, funny-shaped lump twitching and convulsing on my chest. My face got hotter and I could feel the bright boiling crimson running around from one side of my thrashing head to the other. It was mad! I was mad!! Delirious… and I bucked up with a vengeance while I smashed Dawn's pretty face into my throbbing, oozing, pulsating cunt.
"It was over too fast-the jungle drums beating erotic fantasy into my body, the loud clanging of steel on steel, and the fires and chills that alternated sadistically in racing up and down my goose-pimpled flesh-end only fleeting and faint visions still fucked in my brain.
"I heard screaming, loud pained yells that got louder and stronger with each heartbeat. Terry and Lance later told me that was me screaming. They thought it was a gas. Dawn and I just stared at each other and felt the smoldering passion that was churning again in our bellies.
"I sipped at my drink-scotch and soda, light on the soda-and stared at everybody's refreshed nakedness. All four of us had made a mad dash for the shower after it was over and somehow managed to do it together. The bathroom was a mess, of course, looking much like the overflow remains of a rampaging swimming pool. Oh, hell, who cared anyway?
"I think Terry had planned the communal bathing. What better way to 'accidentally' feel Lance's maleness and not give away his desires yet? I really think, though, that Lance had Terry pegged from the beginning. Now that I know Lance, I could say that he wanted it that way. We all drifted into a beautifully bisexual thing and everybody was happy!
"Drinks in hand, we sat around the den and chatted pleasantly. In fact, we would have looked like rather innocent visiting and friendly neighbors if we'd had our clothes on. All neighbors are friendly, aren't they?
"Dawn looked like a statue as she squatted yoga-style near the fireplace. I sat almost directly across from her on our low orientally designed sofa. Terry and Lance also faced each other so that we made a square. The vibrations were beginning to run strong again.
"No matter how I tried, my eyes found themselves glued to one of two places-Dawn's silver-dollar-sized coppertone nipples or her dark fringed pussy.
I found my breathing strained and the flush was returning to my previously and recently normalized complexion.
"I saw that she was examining me as well and, when my eyes met her lips, her tongue darted out sensuously and wet them for my benefit. I wondered who in the hell was going to make the first move.
"My eyes wandered over to Terry. For approval? For the go-ahead? I traced the lines of his face and could the blissful vision of Lance's cock depicted on the screen of Terry's ruggedly handsome face. His soft and tender lower lip quivered in its expectations. I stared at him long and hard, using our private form of telepathy to force him to look at me. He did, and we both knew what was next on the agenda. I don't think Lance and Dawn missed the cue either.
"The stereo was tuned in to a sexy jazz station and Terry wandered over to the twin opaque glass-covered rectangles at each side of it. He flicked the switches and the room was flooded in a flickering light show of rainbow colors exuding their own brand of sexual excitement and invitation. He turned off the other den lights and the four of us moved closer together instinctively as the lights danced us into eroticism.
"We sat in a tight group on the furry bed of the synthetic-fur carpeting. Our knees touched and somehow in the expectant silence mouths and arms met and twined around throbbing bodies.
"It started with Lance stretching to his right but still facing Terry. Our mouths were the first to meet. From the corner of my eye I noticed Dawn's appraising look-from me, to Terry, then back to me as she moistened her glimmering, appealing lips.
"I held Lance's head tightly as our faces screwed together in their eagerness.
I felt Terry's hot breath traveling across my outstretched leg, then the weight as he leaned across and between Lance's thighs. Lance shuddered violently and tried to break away, but I wouldn't release his mouth just yet. He relaxed and tenderly caressed my back with trembling fingertips. My legs were temporarily pinned under Terry's stomach, but it wasn't that uncomfortable. I strained to remain in my sitting position and was grateful when I felt a warmth behind me.
"It was Dawn and she ever so gently eased me backward and away from Lance's already preoccupied mouth until I was flat on my back She moved to lie at my side.
"Puzzled, I silently looked over to Lance then back to Dawn. She knew my question. 'It's all right, Candy,' she cooed breathlessly. 'It's not the first time for him either.' I closed my eyes and relaxed in her tender arms.
"I don't know how long we lay there, still and hesitant to be the first to touch the other. It wasn't long, I know that much.
"Slowly her arm covered my belly and she pulled me closer. Greedily I gave myself to her and attacked her at the same time. Our bodies became one as she lay on top of me and showered me with kisses that were hot and desperate as well as cool and collected.
"It wasn't long before she was back between my thighs hungrily attaching herself to my demanding cunt. My arms flailed wildly as I tried to grab for her, to hold on to something.
"Dawn,' I whined hoarsely, Pawn, baby, ummmm… yessss, I need you too, baby!
I need you!' "I watched, fascinated as the dark curly hairs came closer to my face and I could make out the sleek and erect coral bud of her clit. I licked around my lips just as it came down, then buried my nose in her asshole.
"She ground down on me with all the grace of a well-trained stripper and belly dancer, applying just enough pressure to make it comfortable but not so much that I would find the whole matter distasteful in any way. I hadn't done it this way before-not with a woman, anyway-but it was excitingly appealing even as I dreamed of cocks plunging in and out of gasping pussies.
"I held her quivering legs open and laved the entire length of her delicate-looking slit. Now I could understand why some men call cunt that 'sweet, ugly gash.' You know, a cunt isn't the most beautiful thing in the world to look at, but, oh, it can do some wonderful things no matter which end you're on!
"I let her lazily diddle my still throbbing clit with her fingertips when we were through as I watched Terry devour Lance's cock. Lance seemed to be enjoying it as well. In fact, I wonder if Dawn and I could have enjoyed it as much as Lance-just by watching, you understand.
"I got a brainstorm and turned to Dawn. 'What do you think of Terry's cock, honey?" I whispered expectantly. 'It's pretty lonely looking now, don't you think, just poking in the carpeting? I know a kiss would make it all better.'
Then I winked at her and continued: 'Besides, it's your turn to be under something with me doing the tongue action. I'd like that, you know.' "We kissed fiercely and breathlessly and my heart seemed to stop as I watched her shimmering nakedness crawl over to the guys and then scoot under Terry's hips. I took a long sip at my watery drink and joined her.
"Before I did that, however, I got a devilish urge to straddle Lance's face. He looked so vulnerable propped up on his arms and panting like a fish out of water. I walked over and brushed the damp hair off his, face. He smiled weakly and tried to say something but his lips were too dry and only a croaking sound came out.
"Holding my slit wide open, I lowered my pussy on his face and rubbed my wetness on his dry mouth. I was trying to keep my hips moving in time with the sensuous music, bumping and grinding in a mindless daze, and almost lost my balance at the first searing flick of his thick and squirming tongue.
"My ears perked at my own rapid intake of breath. 'Sssssssttttt! Ooooohhhhh!' and I grabbed onto his shoulders for support. Just as I felt that I would truly become temporarily stalled On Lance's tongue I' became rigid. 'Sorry, honey,' I cooed gently, 'that's all for now. Let's save it for later, huh?' I slid away from him slowly but in time to hear him curse, 'Goddamn broads!' I grinned, pleased at my own brand of titillation, blew Lance a loud kiss, and sauntered over to the foot of the gyrating and humping chain.
"Dawn was on her back and seems to have slid under Terry's thumping body as easily as a car mechanic under his work. In no time she had a mouthful of Terry and was obviously enjoying herself even as she held him steady.
"I could barely make out the tangled spray of ash blondness but could see pretty clearly from the tits on down. It was hard to believe that she was nineteen and possessed a body that was so forceful in its magnetism. Each curve had been sculptured and streamlined by obviously loving hands. The twin peaks, glistening now with their delicious beads of dewy perspiration were attention-getters. Her lithe body tapered perfectly to a small but nonetheless flattering waistline and then flared gracefully in to well-proportioned and gently padded hips.
"Even now, as I watched her legs directing the squirming motions of her enthralling body, I gasped in sheer delight. I felt my own body, gently caressing the lines I'd come to know so well.
"I was only two years older than Dawn, not too much more sexually sophisticated, if I might add, but somehow I didn't feel as alive, as enchanting, as vibrant, as she appeared to my feasting eyes. Being slightly narcissistic, I must admit that I've bad fantasy orgies while watching myself in the full-length mirror of our bedroom. I look pretty good, no matter which angle I choose to examine myself from. Do I look anywhere near as delicious as this piece by my feet? I wondered. I'd been told often that I was absolutely gorgeous and, by some more ardent lovers, that I was flawless to the last detail. I felt safe in assuming that all this was true.
"Not once taking my eyes off the vee of Dawn's mound, I sank to my knees and enjoyed the immediate sensation of soft and cuddly fur under my feet. Slowly, I crawled between her outspread thighs and bent to kiss her cunt as beautifully as she'd done mine. I wasn't too familiar with the landscape, so I explored.
"First with just one finger, then two, and finally with three, I entered her pussy and immediately felt the hot sucking that went on down there. Now I know why guys dig pussy so much! Even on 'fingers it feels good to have something sucking like that!
"Keeping my face shyly away from her bush, I extended my excited tongue and flicked it lightly over her clit. When I finally felt her whole bottom half start twitching I figured I was obviously on the right and only track. I pressed down harder with the tip of my tongue and Dawn's low growled moans encouraged me into a passionate fury.
"We'd advertised for people who dug exotic, imaginative fun and games, and I think we got the pair, exactly to fit our specifications. Just as I was making myself comfortable in her bush, Dawn raised her legs and hoisted them up on my shoulders. Rather than making me uncomfortable, as I'd imagined, it provided needed leverage-for both of us-and gave me more of an area to suck.
"If anyone was uncomfortable, I imagined it would be Terry. He usually preferred to do his boys and men without the addition of a chain. I did see, however, that with our friendship with Dawn and Lance all that would have to change. She liked her cock and her pussy at the same time.
"Everything started getting heavy about that time-you know, sort of violent. I think it started at the top, with Lance thrashing around under Terry's bobbing head. Anyway, we wound up in pairs again-Terry and Lance, Dawn and myself at first.
"I got a bit frightened when a whimpering sound shattered my private lovemaking. Startled, I looked up to find Lance mounted on Terry and pummeling my old man's ass with his cock as if he was drilling for oil. I was about to tell them both to stop it when Dawn pulled me down again.
"Hey, honey,' she whispered hoarsely in a totally unfeminine voice, 'can't you see they dig it that way? No sweat, baby, both our old men can take real good care of themselves.' As if on second thought, she added, 'And us.' "Well, that was our first night with Lance and Dawn. There have been more.
They've moved in next door to us now and we've gone in for more advanced stimulation. Anything for a kick, right?"