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"I still can't think of what it was exactly that brought the four of us together. The photos Hans and Sara had sent weren't much different from others we'd received and yet they were strangely and innocently striking. We picked this couple out of five and hoped that our meeting would be as much fun as their introductory letter seemed to promise.
"Every person has his thing, his bag. Our bag is a little bit of everything. My husband, Drew, and I felt that we could comfortably share with Hans and Sara and, quite likely, have a swinging good time.
"Drew is a professional photographer, at home and in public. We especially enjoy watching reruns of good times we've had with other couples at one time or another since we'd rigged the entire house with cameras that switch on with the lights. Each bedroom has three cameras tucked in the walls and one in the ceiling. Before we entertain guests we make sure the camera connections are made-after all, we wouldn't want to miss watching everything that goes on around our house!
"Drew and I had been relaxing around the house talking about Sara and Hans and trying to imagine what kind of people they were. We've always figured that if we were right it's like seeing friends from old times.
"The photo was intriguing and fortunately in color. Hans wore a beautifully fitting jock strap-which area, of course, is one main point of interest to me-and I felt my pussy drooling while my mind was trying to pre-create the feel of his hot body on mine.
"The letter noted that he was twenty-three, just one year younger than myself, and Sara was barely twenty-two. Drew, for all his twenty-nine years of the good life, looked worlds more mature and sophisticated than Hans, but somehow the picture boy's muscular build and piercing blue eyes topped off with a thick straw-colored and curly mane appealed to me-mostly on the animal level.
"I quickly noticed that Drew wasn't missing much in the area of vicarious thrills. I could almost see the orgiastic scene being created in his photographer's mind as he carefully peeled the scanty bikini off the smiling girl and chuckled softly at what he envisioned there.
"Sara, too, was fair-skinned and the pixie like silver-blonde peaks that framed her face fit her perfectly, I thought. According to the introductory letter, her measurements ran 34-22-36.
"'I gather her curves are in all the right places,' I purred softly into Drew's reddening ear as my fingers slid in the familiar opening of his knee-length lounging robe and stirred the musky nakedness underneath.
"Um-hmmm,' he answered rather dreamily, 'even though they're not your finely guarded 37-23-38!' "I gently cradled his still shower-damp balls carefully in my hand and weighed them with a devilish gleam in my eyes. 'How 'bout it?' I begged. 'We have time for just a little nookie or something before we go to meet them, don't we, honey?' "How the hell can I make love to anyone if you drain my bags all the time, woman?' he mockingly growled as he half-heartedly wrestled me to the floor.
"Hans and Sara were momentarily forgotten as I peeled off the flimsy peignoir robe and I taunted Drew's iron-hard and steaming cock until it sliced easily through my oozing and milking cunt.
"… We'd directed Hans and Sara to The Traders, a small and exclusively private club a group of us had started at first as a neighbors' gathering ground. We hadn't planned for much action and when our membership started growing all out of proportion to the small space we'd originally planned on, several of us got together and decided to lease this huge old two-storied house and set up the club there. The new Traders has been going for over a year now and was still a big money-maker for the hedonists' kitty.
"Even after Drew's expert fuck and final tongue job, I felt my cunt hairs hotly sticking together in the electrified air. We greeted old friends, exchanging doubly meant in-house jokes on our way to the table, and made careful mental notes of appealing newcomers we'd like to get to know. Sara and Hans had just been seated and immediately caught our eye and our appetite.
"True to all of our expectations, they were not only physically appealing but amusing as well. Once we were together it didn't take long to get into the swing…
"Comfortably nestled between Hans and Drew, I felt our initial hot sparks settle into a comfortable electric current. Hans's body drew me toward it like a magnet and I felt myself eagerly and expectantly twitching against him.
"Sara appeared to be elflike as she followed Drew's commanding six foot three onto the crowded dance floor.
"How tall is she?' I wondered, not realizing that I'd verbalized my thoughts.
"A smooth faintly accented voice slid between the lines of my following thoughts. 'Tiny. Five foot three and one-half.' "Embarrassed and at a loss for words, I jabbed at my cigarette case and managed to pull out a slim tobacco-filled tube of foreign ancestry. French cigarettes are still cigarettes, but to me they somehow taste better. Anyway, I first started smoking them on modeling assignments-to impress people, I think. Hans was quick and eager with a blinding light from his butane.
"I'm sorry, love,' I purred in my sexiest voice. 'It's just that I never seemed to realize how tall Drew really is. I guess it's just the two together.' "He laughed, a deep rumbling chortle that seemed to come right up from his cock. It sounded very sensual and exciting. I leaned closer and playfully sniffed at his very masculine cologne.
"Thank God or whomever that long straight hair is really in style! I have a tendency to get very hot during sex and it's as if all of my pores suddenly burst wide open. By the time Drew and I'd gotten ready to get dressed I looked like I'd just taken a second shower! The hair dryer is a blessing!! Drew, of course, looked a bit wetter too, but positively radiant…
"Coolly I flicked the silky auburn strands away from my eyes and totally focused on Hans. His lips were full and rather childlike at the same time they were teasing and inviting intimate interest. As I stared at them, he returned the hunger and I felt his fingers calmly groping my lap as his eyes riveted on the tip of tongue I'd let travel my waiting lips.
"The patchwork midi I'd worn got extra attention from all eyes. It did have several hidden benefits as well…
"Comfortably, I spread my legs and wiggled closer as Hans's eager fingers crept through the slit of the fake pocket and rested expectantly on my thigh. If he was waiting for verbal encouragement, I mused silently, he'd wait for one hell of a long time. I sincerely hoped he was braver than all that. My eyes, in the meantime, were still glued on Hans's mouth but occasionally flicked over to check Drew, suave and handsome, and the elf like Sara on the crowded and vibrating dance floor.
"Drew's fantastically fit muscles strained and rippled appealingly against the tight leather pants, giving every movement a different and more sexual meaning.
His long legs looked thinner yet much more powerful than in regular pants and the sharply accenting chain belt girded his waist lovingly. The buccaneer style crиme colored shirt set off his darkness even in the dim light I might be biased but I'd say he was a tasty hunk of all male!
"Sara, now that I could see her full-length gyrations, wasn't nearly as fragile as she would on first glance appear to be. She danced with a frenzied animal passion and the sight of her slim tapered legs, from toe to the hem of her loin cloth like micro mini was tempting even for me. The deep blue velveteen of her low-cut blouse showed her top to greatest advantage while the light tan-shaded skirt with its darker piping made her appear taller. I licked my lips absentmindedly in appreciation.
"I felt the teasing pressure of Drew's knee on my own pussy as he ground up against the girl's rigid mons and masturbated her in the crowded, mildly bacchanalian, scene. He was so tall that his knee seemed to fit perfectly between her yielding and vibrant thighs and I could tell from the ecstatic look on her face that she was enjoying Drew as much as I usually do.
"Hans wasn't paying much attention to his micro-mini skirted girl and my gorgeous man.
His fingers fanned, waited, and when they found no opposition to further exploration, stretched toward my barely covered cunt.
"Fortunately for most of us couples here, the booths are totally closed in on three sides so that one can grope without being worried about peepers. We also like to use our club for pre-intimacy intimate introductions and it would be rather difficult to feel the situation out when and where you wanted to if we'd had regular tables.
"Without resistance I 'let' him guide my hand to his crotch where I gently rubbed little circles over the hardening bulge to let him know that I, too, was interested. Hans, obviously, didn't know the rules of our club. Tease and play gently here… then go home or wherever you're going and have your get-acquainted party there.
"My fast-mounting voracious appetite was whetted, but I knew this wasn't the place to start what you can't very well finish. I let Hans get as far as putting one fingertip on my moist and throbbing clit and then I stopped him by covering his hand with mine.
"I squeezed it hard and slowly manipulated his still groping fingers on and around my pebble like hardness, knowingly piquing my body's interest but not allowing myself to get carried away just yet. I cursed myself silently for being one of the people who'd made the club rules! Suddenly, I wanted to break them.
"Relax,' I whispered to the now panting and slightly flushed-faced youth.
'Enjoy the party here, we won't stay long.' Then, on second thought, I added, 'I promise.' "He shrugged his shoulders even as he increased the pressure on my clit. 'Let's dance then.' "I forced myself to look at him, to feel his slate blue eyes burrowing into my gut. I answered him quickly before I changed my mind and decided to finger-fuck right at the table.
'Let's.' "Hans's sporty red pullover and red, white, and blue pants made him look even younger than he did in the photo. I found it hard to believe that I was only one year older. It was fortunate-for me, that is-that he was at least two inches taller than my five foot nine. I would have really felt older if he'd been shorter!
"After a few numbers of wild gyrations in a trancelike state, the four of us wordlessly knew it was time. We finished our drinks and teased ourselves to fever pitch on the way home…
Our twenty-five-by-twenty-foot den has a mini setup of what Drew and I call 'orgiast's heaven': ultramodern kinetic lighting/sculptures, nude sculptures in various interesting positions, hidden black lights, deep blue velvet drapes along, one solid white wall, room for dancing or cluster (daisy) fucks, stereo units along a well-stocked wet bar, and-a very important, extra and relatively new, addition-our king-size water bed.
"I fixed very light drinks for everyone and wandered back to Hans's willing and available lap. The flickering lights seemed to change his face from moment to moment. From a childlike, pouting young boy, his face changed with the dancing blue and green movement to a lopsidedly grinning playboy stud, and then seemed to quickly flicker back and forth undecidedly, older to younger…
"How do you like it, love, open or closed?' I purred hoarsely, meaning, of course, whether we should all play in the same room.
"The corner of my eye caught sight of Sara and Drew oblivious to everyone and everything, glued together as if pantomiming statues and swaying to slow music.
Hans was only staring at me and it wasn't long before I decided that I'd thoroughly confused him with the rather abrupt question.
"I decided on the closed sessions to start off with. That way we'd get to know and feel comfortable with each other more readily. By the tune we all got together, there would be no holds barred.
"Humming softly to myself, I walked over to the side of the alluring water bed and lightly pushed one of the switches in the side panel. Heavy velvet drapes purred their way to a close at the center of the room and sealed us off from the oblivious couple again masturbating to the gently pounding music.
"The cameras were triggered now for both sides of the room. If we should choose to go into the bedroom we need only to switch on a dim light and the powerful cameras concealed in the walls-three of them-would be triggered and running along with sound tracks of everything that takes place in that room. Clever of Drew to do this for me, don't you agree?
"Much like a lioness inspecting her helpless prey, I licked my lips with appreciation as my eyes riveted on Hans's crotch. The red, white, and blue was bursting as his erection became more noticeable-his red face also attested to that-but I wanted to tease him still more.
"Always dressing for the occasion-whatever it might be-and making sure to provide for the most dramatic home-entertainment films, I at first teased Hans with the zipper of my dress. I snaked my hand up and down the front of my body along the zipper tracks and licked around my slightly ovaled lips. Finally,, when his eyes threatened to bulge too far and pop right out of his head, I slowly slid the zipper down and let the dress fall around my booted ankles. It was a tease and has always been a very effective one, if I must say so myself.
"My lightly bronzed and faintly freckled body revealed itself in a black mesh version of a hot-pants jumpsuit. My bullet like erect nipples, now that they were finally freed, proudly peeked through the large mesh to greet Hans's admiring and greedy blue eyes. I moved toward him slowly, gracefully stepping out of the puddle and all the while caressing myself and sliding the side of my hand up from my damp cunt and under my firm and jutting breasts.
"My eyes signaled Hans to the water bed and he followed them eagerly and moved to the gently rippling rectangle where he lay waiting for me. Still stalking him, I moved to straddle his already bead-covered forehead and face. The beautiful drops of excited perspiration popped out all along his forehead in larger and larger dots as my cunt lips blew kisses to him. I came down easily on my knees and hushed him as I added to his discomfort by holding myself back and slowly unbuttoning the two buttons of his shirt before I tugged it off completely.
"I hunched over him, soixante-neuf position, as I reached to caress his still clothed thighs and proudly bulging red, white, and blue erogenous zone which I would soon free. The cool moistness of his chest chilled my belly and I gritted my teeth for self-control.
"The convenient tab of his zipper gently pulled the restraining teeth apart and I burrowed into the inviting slit of his shorts with my nose… prodding him and sucking in his essence.
"The soft lapping of the water-a sound which often reminds me of someone eagerly sucking cunt-under us heightened my excitement and I greedily pulled the length of his near-bursting shaft through the wrinkled slit of pants and shorts. I kissed it slowly, then licked around the purplish crown, before I sat up without any kind of a warning.
"He was bright-read my mind at the exact moment-and helped me to undress, him.
Too bad he had to stand up to take his pants off. On another bed it might have gone differently. I would have much preferred to hold him and feel his body wriggling out of the tight-fitting confinement. He was really flustered now!
"I wondered again if this was his first time with the swapping scene…
"After our struggling with his belt, the pants unceremoniously fell in a crumbled heap along with the cotton shorts. My mouth automatically ovaled as I stretched out my arms and craned my neck toward the rigid and inviting telescope he directed at me.
"Nice boy I thought wryly, as he started to lie down, 'regular fashion and properly' at my side with both of us facing the same direction. Without preparing for my reaction, Hans bent forward and unwittingly, I think, straddled my eagerly waiting head and hot open mouth.
"I sucked the juicy mushroom like cock-head in before he even knew what was happening. The only choice he had open to him-if you'd even call it a choice-was to eat my pussy. That's a privilege, not a choice-unless, of course, he chose to pull his burning cock out of my already slowly sucking mouth.
"He didn't.
"I felt most of his body weight come down on me-gently, as if I were a fragile doll he didn't want to break-and immediately raised my twitching hips to meet his baby-smooth face.
"He didn't seem to mind at all, nor even be aware of, the fact that my cunt was not wholly bare, and eagerly and ravenously, it seemed, tore into the elasticized black mesh to make room for his darting tongue. The feel of the tip of his tongue combined with the ocean like sound of rolling and lapping waves seemed to hypnotize both of us even though I could pretty much 'tell that he'd never tried doing a double on a water bed before.
"My teeth lightly clamped just under the regal rubbery head and gently gnawed at the sensitive skin covering of, Hans's cock. The custom-sheet-covered, water-filled bed rocked and softly roared under our excitedly trembling bodies and I shivered in animal delight as I felt the small waves caressing my twitching and hungrily demanding ass.
"When Drew and I first got married we used to fuck like most other couples-just a fuck, that's all, without even thinking of how it looked. Our attitude toward sex changed right after we saw our first skin flick. Aside from the fact that it really turned us on, we fully realized the great importance of balling slowly and gracefully, and… theatrically. We love our bodies and we love to watch these bodies being satisfied. So we take our time. The best and, it seems to me, most logical' time and place to start is when you're undressing. There's no need to just tear off your clothes frantically and scurry for the bed. It's much more exciting if you play with it… Ooooohhhh, soo much more exciting!
"I heard moaning and whimpering noises from behind our drapes and just knowing that Drew was all involved-and obviously happy-with Sara made my own scene that much more exciting. I gathered, from the kind of sound I heard, that my honey was just getting warmed up… "
In this the second Chapter we find the organized, though not exactly conventional, swinger. As the narrator has noted, this club began as a neighborhood meeting place, a house where Mends and acquaintances only came to enjoy themselves and swap their partners for an hour or an evening.
According to Dr. Bartell, this is not the norm in the swinging subculture, yet it is more the norm than some of the case history material to be presented. We can see this couple in their elaborate home becoming a bit jaded and, constantly searching new conquests and new participants for erotic film material. Perhaps some readers would consider these characters "perverse," while others would see them as jaded and still others would find Terry and randy completely normal.
Several researchers have noted that swingers prefer to meet in a bar or club and go on from there. It may be the camaraderie so often found in groups that aids and nourishes the swingers culture.
Bartell notes that: "… Novice swingers are almost invariably eager to find a club and experienced swingers have frequently told us: 'It's better than driving to meet, another couple. If they turn out bad, you're just out of luck.
At a bar or club there is more variety."
The water-bed vehicle in this Chapter is just that, a vehicle; a new thing to try; a fad for those swingers who can afford it, it can, according to the narrator in this Chapter, "be an extremely enjoyable and kicky experience." We also find that their home, as many researchers will agree from survey data, is furnished and arranged to provide for the most hedonistic pleasures with maximum privacy. Aside from the fact that Drew and Marge are film buffs and have added that "extra," their home is an extension of their own personalities.
We find in this Chapter, as we shall In Chapter Five, a touch of voyeurism, that gaining of pleasure while peeping at some scene or material. Drew and Marge enjoy their films-this latter includes not only voyeurism but also a bit of egocentricity as well as narcissism, the love of self.
Bartell contends that: "… the big surge in spouse-swapping came in 1963 and 1964, which was about the time when the use of birth-control pills became widespread." This author tends to disagree and instead propose that spouse-swapping began with man himself, without the assistance of any sort of fad or artificial motivation.
Certain cultures, not the least of which are the Eskimos, have been known to trade wives for a friend's pleasure. In their culture, one man's wife is another man's honor. In our culture, one man's wife is another man's hanger-on.
The difference, basically in upbringing, lies with morals. In reference we look to the ABZ of Love by Inge and Sten Hegeler, who note: … (morals are) a set of rules for human relations. Now and then people will talk of sexual morals, by which they mean a special set of rules for sexual relations.
This is an extremely difficult question and one on which learned persons find it hard to' agree. It demands not only knowledge but also the ability to put aside one's own prejudices and standards.
Let us start by agreeing that there, must be rules In any society. There is furthermore not much point if we have to weigh up in our minds whether something is right or wrong before each act. It is more practical if we automatically look to our left before crossing the road. But this is not to say that our national highway code should be regarded as something divinely infallible and irrevocable. Laws have a habit of lingering on 'in force even when they have become antiquated and pointless…
It is appropriate to cite here that the Hegelers regard moral codes as being definitely not either divine institutions or something inherent in man's composition, therefore not something that cannot be challenged or revised.
We notice that times are changing rather quickly today. What is true in one twenty-four hour period may not be true in the next. Morals, however, are such ironies that they are retained and imposed upon the majority by the minority.
To note still further the Hegelers' view:
The minority tries to impress its morbid attitude on as many sides of our lives as possible… There is a reason to believe that the current code of morals at any given time is always behind development, seldom dares to accept man as he is, often is opposed to pleasure, is always used by the older generation to keep the younger generation down, and is nearly always regarded as infallible and unalterable.
What we should endeavor, to eradicate are the superfluous, traditional restrictions that have outlived themselves and seized themselves a kind of unjustified absolute monarchy, a functional autonomy…
Regarding the voyeurism previously mentioned, we refer to Sigmund Freud who saw the viewing and the concept of looking as a necessary and important act to amuse sexual interest.
The same holds true in the end with looking, which is analogous to touching.
The manner in which the libidinous excitement is frequently awakened is by optical impressions, and selection takes account of this circumstance-if this teleological mode of thinking be permitted-by making the sexual object a thing of beauty. Covering of the body which keeps abreast with civilization, continually arouses sexual curiosity and serves to supplement the sexual object by uncovering the hidden parts.
This can be turned into the artistic if the interest is turned from the genitals to the form of the body. The tendency to linger at this intermediary, sexual aim of the sexually accentuated looking is found to a certain degree in most normal; indeed it gives them the possibility of directing a certain amount of their libido to a higher artistic aim. On the other hand, the desire for looking becomes a perversion (a) when it is exclusively limited to the genitals; (b) when it becomes connected with the overcoming of loathing (voyeurs and onlookers at the functions of excretion) and (c) when instead of preparing for the normal sexual aim, it suppresses it. The latter, if I may draw conclusions from a single analysis, is a most pronounced way true of exhibitionists, who expose their genitals with the idea of bringing into view the genitals of others…
We note here that members of Diew and Marge's neighborhood swap club have grabbed the life jacket of this Freudian concept and loudly proclaimed the wholesomeness of looking at and touching of many bodies-preferably nude and of the opposite sex.
Theodore Reik, in The Need to Be Loved, made a case in point that sex has very little to do with love and can therefore be enjoyed separately as well as together.
We continue now with the Chapter's narration:
"Hans's tongue settled on my clit and expertly flicked over it until I thought I was going to scream. Carefully, I brought my hands up to explore his peach-fuzzed thighs and smooth, coolly moist ass cheeks.
"He was still annoyingly arched away from my face in delicate pseudo-experimental fashion and I had only managed 'to keep the blood filled crown of his cock in my mouth by stretching upward. I thought he would have come down a bit when he got settled on my cunt-considering how rigidly 'poised his body felt-and when he didn't, I pulled him down!
"My sharp claw like fingernails quickly found soft pads of flesh to gouge into and I strained up at the same time that I tore down on his yielding flesh.
"My teeth parted just enough to allow room for the slender shaft to pass and even, when I felt the bulbous tip poking against the back of my head I wouldn't have been happy if I thought that there was still more to come. There wasn't, and I greedily swallowed what I had as I sucked joyfully on the adult version 'of a child's juicy popsicle.
"I felt his weighted balls cradling my nose and, I imagine, if I'd been able to see well close-up, I could have looked right into his tight little asshole. As it was, my eyes were merely narrowed slits that didn't show, me much of anything except a saturnalian montage created of personified smells and lusts.
"I spread my thighs as wide open as, I could, sometimes squeezing them tightly together if 1 wanted him to stay still for a moment. I felt the hardened and slightly calloused pads of his thick fingertips pawing at and' parting the hot velvety folds of my cunt and spread myself wider still so that the' mesh would part more easily.
"The bed waved gently and flagged the boiling passions in and near my twitching ass.
"Insanely turned on, I guided his hips up and down at a furious pace, pumping his gorgeous prick into my pursed lips. Now even the rather large mesh body-hose felt confining to me. Frantically and desperately I tugged at first 'one side then the other until I'd freed my bursting tits. I wriggled the suit down to my navel and arched my body so that our "flesh would meet,' then threw, my arms around his hips tightly so that I could really feel him.
"'Help me!' I screamed hoarsely. 'Baby, oooooooohhhh, uh God! Baby, baby, baby oooohhhhfreeeeee meeee!' "He mumbled something that I didn't really hear and I was becoming rather annoyed and exasperated in the seconds that seemed like hours before his tumbling fingers finally tore into the mesh and took the rest of the body-suit off.
"Suck it!' I growled, gasping between each word for' breath. 'Chew it, baby, eat my fuckin' pussy!' "My lightning-bolt-inspired cunt whipped up into his face and violently smacked into him over and over until I felt his strong arms pinning my hips down.
"Hold on, baby,' he whispered and growled at the same time, 'this here end is mine!' He mumbled, a few more words into the seemingly endless tube of my cunt and then I caught a muffled, 'All mine!!' "The waves were rocking more violently now as we both shuddered and thrashed as much as we could and' I could hear them loudly splashing against the confining wooden sides of the large rectangle. I felt for a moment as if I were tucking on a life raft in the middle of nowhere and somewhere!
"When I felt his nose prodding into my tan track I sucked my stomach in and just slightly raised my hips. 'Mmmmmmxnmm-hmmmm!' he cooed in approval of the more convenient position, and then I felt the length of his snakelike tongue sliding up into me and darting against the walls of my steaming and bubbling cunt.
"I stretched my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate his magnificent tool and I could even hear my own loud gulps 'echoing and rattling around in my head.
"I didn't even notice when the curtains opened. In fact, I had' forgotten anyone else was in the room until I heard Sara's guttural groans and erratic gasps for air..
"Ooh, oohhhh God, yesssssss!' she hissed, and the hiss echoed quite loudly in my already befuddled brain and clanged off my' peering eyelids. ' 'My God!' she wailed. "Never! Ooohhhh, never like this before!' "Curious as to what in the hell was going on that had her so turned on, I strained my eyes around me to find them. Drew had pulled up a rather comfortable chair and, with his legs outstretched, had her lying across his lap while he sucked and nibbled on one tit and pumped a vibrator in and out of her cunt.
"If she thinks that's far out, I mused, she'll never believe the super kick she'll get out of Drew's ramrod of a cock! '"Hans got curious, too, and suddenly we found ourselves side 'by side, each playing with the other's sex, while we got hung up watching Drew turn Sara on.
"For all intents and purposes, Sara looked like everyone's version of a rag doll. Drew's cock was spearing her and I thought I could second-guess where Drew intended to put his pole, but he was momentarily busy pumping her chock-full of hot vibes. Even in a crazed lust driven position, Drew was one hell of a man. Except for the contorted features, he looked no different than normal.
"Sara's jet black cunt hairs were matted in an enticing little vee pointing down to her spread open snatch. She really trusted Drew not to drop her I noticed when I saw, that she wasn't even making a feeble attempt to hold onto him. The deep brown-black marbles in her head were glazed and rolling aimlessly from one side of their sockets to the other and I doubted that she saw much of anything even though she seemed to be looking right at us.
"Drew's face was partially hidden by the tit closest to us and we really couldn't tell if he was actually making all the guttural sucking sounds that splashed off the walls and hit Hans and me dead center in the genitalia.
Whatever was happening, I felt like a live wire just itching to be plugged in!
"Carefully and without breaking the pulsating squish-um-squish rhythm of the vibrator in Sara's distended cunt. Drew eased her off his legs and down on the plush shag carpeting that covered the room. She seemed to be oblivious to any change of position and was easily manipulated on all fours with the vibrator pounding between her noticeably quivering thighs.
"Saliva drooled down in dribbles and long streaks on the sides of Sara's pale jaw and I found it aphrodisiacal to watch the silver capped head loll dazedly from side to side. I hadn't even been aware of moving, of walking the few 'steps toward Drew and Sara and dragging the hoarsely breathing Hans with 'me-' holding onto his cock rather than his hand…
'We both kind of collapsed in' a writhing, groping heap hi front of Sara's dreamlike face, and I couldn't help begging Hans to tuck me. The words stuck in my parched throat and 'then unexpectedly gurgled and spewed out like spurts of molten lava.
"Jeezussss!' I screamed, desperately tearing, at him. 'Ooooohhhh, baby, now!' I gasped, 'Puck me NOW, baby… oooooooooohhhhhh, daddy, pleeeeeezzzzz!' "Hans's cock slicked into me like a hot knife into butter as I desperately hoisted my legs up to wrap them around his dimpled ass cheeks. My excited cunt milked his throbbing prick for a moment or two before I felt him-it-stroking me. By clenching my teeth and forcing myself' to stay relatively still, I was able to concentrate fiercely on the magnificent stimulating tool that prodded every nerve ending, every nook and cranny of my snatch. I wanted to scream, claw, bite, and squeeze him all at the same time!
"I lost all track of rational thought as my resistance fell to the violent outbursts of cock and cunt. Frenziedly slamming my hips up to Hans's groin I reveled in the sheer animal plea sure-the feel and musky odor of two rutting bodies wetly sticking together and pulling apart in coital unison. Many times, depending' on my partner and his style, I'd been able to hold my boiling come for what seemed like hours. Though Hans seem much different from' many of the partners I'd had, he drove into me with such powerful lusty fury 'that I couldn't resist the pull of orgasm for long. Thick jet streams of sperm sprayed wildly up into my seething cavern and I answered their invasion with a boiling display of my own.
"Uhhhhhh… ooooohhhhhh yessasssss!!' I hissed through the constricted tube of parched throat and clenched teeth. 'I'm… oooooh my Godddd!… I'm comingggg to youuuuu, baby I'm sucking your cock… commmmmingggg to you, baby… yessas, baby, baby, I'm commmmmingg!"
"In the still echoing semi-silence I heard Drew's guttural and desperately gasped commands. 'Higher, bitch! Ooohh, yeah, sssssttttt!! Raise it higher!
Give me 'same of your toil, baby ubhhh, ooohhh damn mutha! I love' your sweet little ass, 'baby!!' "Sara seemed to whimper back to him but I couldn't quite catch the words, my own screams and moans still hadn't released 'their mind shattering, howling vibrations from my clanging and pounding head…
"Hans and I finally broke 'apart and limply flopped over on our backs, communicating with our panting and forced gasps for air. I needed to mall, him still so I curled up around his chest and dreamily sucked on one of his light cocoa colored nipples while I traced sand castles near his navel and straw-thatched nest.
"A thick film and some stray droplets of male and female come mixture coated his deflated marauder and, as my 'thank-you' for the pleasure I'd received, I stealthily crept up,on it determined to drink in every last drop of Hans's baby batter. 'I didn't think it would respond so nicely nor so quickly to repeated stimulation' but found it quite easy to adjust to the stiffening process once it started… – "Funny, some guys can't get another hard on for at least fifteen minutes after a particularly good balling and/or sucking session. Other guys occasionally take even less time for the first two or three rounds. I guess with Hans it was, the newness of the situation and I must say he responded to stimulation beautifully. Even now, after meeting with Hans and Sara for five times, he can usually take three good rounds before he needs a L-O-N-G rest. 'Sara passed out on Drew once. Its kind of an ego trip for a guy to make a girt do that, you know. It shows that he realty zoomed her out.
"By the time I got his cock good and hard and figured it was time for a good old-fashioned cluster flick. I was getting so spaced out just watching Sara manipulate the vibrator in and out of her cunt that I even thought of sucking her pert little boobies just to add to the pleasure. Instead, I settled on positioning Hans just under her bobbing head and when he was settled with his prong aiming right at her cute thin lipped mouth, I crawled up his body and squatted my oozing cunt right over Hans's sweat streaked and flushed face. He was eager as ever and seemed twice as good!
"Since Sara had such close-cropped hair, I could see every little thing she was doing to Hans. I'm not really sure if she even knew whose cock she was sucking, but it didn't seem to make much difference.
"Teeth together and lips curled away from them, Sara gently nibbled the thick stem of Hans's engorged rod. When she came up to the mushroom like tip, her light crimson tongue flicked out and blindly, but still on target, wiggled its way into the little dew-kissed eye that has a tendency to wink when a loving mouth comes close.
"Sara's head was impaled on Hans's cock and she vaguely reminded me of a sensual cartoon of a stuck pig as her rosy cheeks hollowed and filled trying desperately to suck at least a gallon of baby batter out of Hans's nuts. She opened her mouth every once in a while and teasingly let her tongue wrap itself around the underside of his tool as if to coax still more jism out of it.
"I looked behind her at her fast-waving and flagging bums and my gorgeous hunk of man pounding his hot meat into her as if she were a sausage skin. Drew's fingers dug cruelly into her hips as be propelled the still dazed Sara back and forth on his massive organ. I felt droplets of saliva drooling out the sides of my mouth as I imagined the feeling of his cock' in my own asshole.
"This go-round I seemed to be low man on the totem pole. I was determined that the next turn would be mine. Only I wanted much more than Sara. I wanted to feel both cocks in me at the same time. Even, now, as Hans's tongue squirmed inside me and I felt his hot breath searing the tips of my curly hairs, I shuddered convulsively just thinking of both of them on me at the same time.
"Hans bit my clit when the come tore out of his gut. I hadn't expected anything like that so I unceremoniously went flying off to one side without realizing much of what was happening.
"Sara's cheeks were puffed out as far as they would go and she gulped loudly while trying to drink all of Hans's come and squeeze hr orgasm out at the same time. Drew Slammed into her violently a couple of times and then he, too, looked like he was all done for…
"I wandered off and mixed a fresh batch of drinks for all.
"Sara was rather limply folded into an easy chair when I got back, flanked by Hans and Drew on matching love seats. I pulled up a pillow and wiggled my ass into a comfortable spot.
"Ooohhh, jeeezusss, Drew, you've got one heck of a cock on you!' Sara sighed and we all burst out laughing at the same time.
"Had 'nuff, old lady" Hans chided.,'Ya think maybe I should trade you in now?' "Seeing the girl's embarrassment, I couldn't help but motion her to sit on the pillow with me and 'not pay any attention' to Drew and Hans. We all looked a little damp and wilted so I passed guest towels around and occasionally added a pat or two here and there to help one dry off.
"I think sitting beside me was the first time Sara noticed my body. She looked wide-eyed and interested as she shyly whispered, 'You're beautiful too, Marge.' "In my most motherly fashion-and with all innocence intended at first-I placed my arm tenderly around her shoulders and hugged her. The first spark was ignited when our tits touched and, instead of parting quickly, got closer and ground up against the other.
"I found my breath coming in short hot gasps and turned toward Sara just as her lips searched for mine. Her cool fingertips hesitantly responded to my increasing caresses and I strangely found myself taking the dominant role and maneuvering her on her back in the plush shag.
"Once she was down, the party started in full swing and renewed vigor and interest. The boys had something to look at that would help them get their hard-ons back again.
"My tongue greedily darted into her waiting mouth and prodded as far back into her head as it could reach. Slowly, very slowly, my fingers slid down her satiny-sheened lithe body and insinuated themselves in her barely opened thighs. They parted for me, easily and without a moment's hesitation. Quickly now I butterfly-kissed her as I went down.
"They'd mentioned that Hans was an avid scuba diver-well, everyone I know, myself included, is an avid muff diver. Is there any difference?
"Cautiously I put out my tongue and moved it teasingly down the curve of Sara's trembling body to where the prickly black hairs easily parted to reveal a throbbing and newly awakened clitoris. My tongue touched it, rolled the musky saltiness around in my mouth, then touched it again.
"Oooohh, God!' Sara moaned softly as she shivered under me.
"Again my tongue delicately flicked at the clitoris. Again, Sara responded, with an appreciative moan. Confident now, I began to gently massage the tiny organ with slow and deliberate strokes of my tongue. I hunched up on, my knees, semi-dog-fashion-waiting for one of the guys to do something, I guess-and lapped at the smooth pebble like nub.
"I felt Sara's hands running up and down my back as she guided me this way and that her pleasure. Although I truly enjoyed it, my ass was getting damn lonely!
"Just as I was deliberating whether to say something to our pooped Lotharios, I felt a familiar prodding at the door of my asshole.
'Mmmmmmhmmmm!' I exclaimed loudly, urging' him on even as I continued to caress my mouthful of cunt. 'Ummmmhmmm, um!' "As soon as I felt the fingertip sliding toward my cunt for lubrication, I knew that it was Hans who was so ' eager to please and be pleased. I wondered what Drew was up to. Well, he was up to Sara's face, that's what. I guess he really dug that head!
"I tore at the fleshy lips of her cutely pudgy cunt until I had them spread wide open, then I attacked her snatch ravenously with tongue, teeth, and, occasionally, even fingers. I could feel the beat of her body pounding itself into the floor and alternating the grind up to meet my face. I tried to help Hans with my asshole- spreading it wider for him-but by the time the thought finally clicked in my head, I could feel his shaft pummeling my bowels with its urgency. Sara's hand rested' on my head and slowed me down when I got going too fast for her to keep up with.
"That's pretty much the story of the first night with Sara and Hans. After the third meeting we 8hOWed them the flicks we'd been making'. We'd been sitting around in our familiar nakedness and discussing various, pleasing techniques we'd found useful when they brought up the subject of the flicks we'd been making. They were game, so we reconvened in the viewing room, darkened the tights, and watched ourselves in glorious, full-color action and sound. Sara was the first to be pleasantly affected.
Drew and I had as much fun watching her as we'd had the first time we saw the film.
"We all took turns looking from the screen to one another until we couldn't stand the mounting tension with nowhere to go but up! Drew grabbed Sara and took her off to a corner of the room where there were several lounge-type bed-chairs. Hans and I followed.
"My fingers seemed disconnected as they began to whip the erect bud of my clit.
'Hans,' I begged. 'Ooohhh, baby, let's do something!' "No longer shy, there was no need to trot off to another room to fuck. The beds in the room were just fine. Besides, when you've been with a guy and feel you know each other's feelings pretty well there isn't even a need for words. Just do it that's more than enough!
"Since clothes were discarded five minutes after arrival-at most times except first meetings-that problem was taken care of. We both felt ourselves at fever pitch, so I, being the hostess, took the initiative and pulled him in the man-on-top position. When I'm in that worked-up-of-a-state, any cock-maybe even the largest size they have-could most likely cut into my snatch like a warm knife slipping through a tube of melting butter…
"I couldn't see Sara and Drew, but I could hear them, so I gathered that everything was just fine with them, too…
"Partner swapping, whether you do it with marrieds or common-law couples, is the greatest thing since sliced bread. It adds a certain flavor and variety to life that isn't there if you're with one person all the time and forever. I don't think I could have turned my desires off once Drew and I made our first swap. Can anyone?"