My old man's life won't be complete until he meets a Jamaican or Oriental girt.
Please help me satisfy him. He will be generous f you are the right girl. Good opportunity for satisfaction. Box 7569, G-.
"New to the whole swap game, Mark and I ran our ad three different times with three different layouts, in three popular swappers' magazines.
"The first ad was blah-to us, too-and seemed to draw equally blah people, closet freaks who seemed to have just shaken off ten years of mothballs. Even the pix of group No. 1 were so far out as to be unreal.
"The second and third ad's copy drew a better crowd for us-at least the girls didn't look like old Hollywood mouse librarians-but I didn't get particularly jazzed over any of them.
"The third ad, the one that was submitted to a very sophisticated swappers and single swingers' mag, hit the jackpot. I don't really know if the magazine always gets 8uch groovy people or whether the chicks that answered just felt their twats getting all hot when they dug on Mark's scantily clad and beautifully tanned physique.
"Anyway, that's how we finally met Tishana, a stately looking Javanese girl who gave me the impression of being hot and wild under• all that glimmering ice composure.
"The first night we just sat around and verbally felt her out. She was for real and we grooved on a water pipe while we settled in. Mark was really super turned-on by this chick. I don't think it's anything she said or did, really, but more that this fish had a walk on her that would be enough to hypnotize half of the truck drivers' union and all of the city council!
"It wasn't the overtly swinging walk-it was just that everything moved at exactly the right time and not a second before or after. She was fairly tall-I'd say around five foot seven-and not at all flat-chested like so many of the Orientals.
"I watched Mark out of the corner of my eye and even managed to sneak in a whispered conversation about our final decision. He was chicken, however, and I got the honor of telling Tishana that my old man wanted to ball her. Can you dig it, baby? I mean, it is a bit strange when a dude tells his old lady to please ask the pretty little girl to ball with him, isn't it? He really blew my mind. But then, he was my old man and I figured that I could take on just about anything that charged him. It's a bit of 'Love me, love my dog.' "I needed time to think of something far out to say so she wouldn't think I was some sort of weirdo… hmmmm. When Mark trotted off to the head, I made my first try. 'He really digs you, you know,' I proceeded calmly. 'He'd like to go to bed with you.' Another draw off the tube of the pipe.
"Her voice, though neither too low nor too high, had a certain sexiness to it.
It had body- you know? 'He looks interesting,' she whispered, coolly keeping her had all 'together.
"'Is that all? Interesting?' I hissed.
"She just flicked her pearly whites in a wide and easy smile and nodded her head, 'Uh-huh, very interesting!' How about that? I knew I was getting just a bit pushy but, if a chick is your old man's birthday present, you have to get just the right one.
"Mark slid back on the couch next to me just as I was hanging on the fucking cliff of her answer. Damn him, damn it all to hell! I cursed silently, stewing in my high with fantasies of watching Tishana and Mark.
"That first night seemed to be a disaster even though we agreed that she'd come over again. The next night Tishana was back with us and not nearly as uptight as the night before? It was so easy that I kicked myself for not having previously tried it..' "Mark and I were off from school that day so we spent it balling and reading some erotic things that turned us on. Before Tishana walked in, I had the feeling that she was really going to get some good lovin' this night Mark was more than ready-he'd been holding out on me for three hours, saving it all-he claimed-for the sweet thing of his dreams.
"I think she sensed it, too, and in no time we'd all gotten down to the nitty-gritty of our whole scene. 'Why don't you two make yourselves comfortable in the bedroom?' I asked. 'I'm really hung up on this book and I'll join you in a little bit' I doubt they needed any encouragement but I gave ft anyway.
"The book was a drag and the few really deep hits I took off the pipe didn't seem to do much with no one to share my high with. Slut! Since our apartment is a small cracker box with paper-thin walls, I could hear every damn thing that was going on in the bedroom, even though the door was only open a teeny-weeny crack.
What I heard was too much! I squeezed my snatch through the pants I had on and that just made me hotter and more resentful that there was no one to take care of me.
"Lance, our horny and super-eager Irish setter, was lying under the bridge of my legs and sniffing up around my box. I'd never tried a dog before, even though I'd been curious about how they could eat a girl's snatch.' Why not, I thought. Why.not gas up with it and pull off my pants, prop my legs on the coffee table, and see what ol' Lance could do in the box scarfing department?
"Off came the tye-dye jeans, the nylon bikini type panties. Lance eyed me curiously and whined as if I hadn't fed him all day. I hoisted my shaking legs up on the table and took another' hit off the pipe. Somehow I got hung up examining my snatch. You know, spreading the cunt lips wide 'open with my fingertips and looking down there to see what it was that could drive me up the wall when I got excited…
"I noticed some come goo already oozing out so I dipped my finger in the hole and then spread the creamy stuff all over my snatch. My 'finger felt so good down there that I forgot all about Lance and my, original idea. But Lance hadn't forgotten a thing. Old bowser got his snout right up in there as soon as 'the 'space between my thighs would, let him fit. I closed my eyes and leaned back deep on the couch while my fingertip hugged the ball of my clitty.
"All I felt at first was the hot air from his sniffing and snorting around down there. Slowly I bumped my hips closer and closer until I felt his cold nose jabbed up against my knuckle. He was still whining 'like a starving stray or some such frigging thing and I was getting scared that Mark would come out to see what the hell was going on and there I'd be with my snatch bared 'to this whining 'animal. Wow! What a way to blow his fucking mind!
"Lance's tongue felt gritty and hard as coarse sandpaper when he took his first long lap at my slit. I almost panicked and peed at the same time, wanting to forget the whole deal, but it felt much better each new time he liked. He kept trying to nudge my hand away from there but, 'No go, Buster!' I wasn't about to stop naggin' myself!
"Pretty soon my finger was flying over my clit and I felt the palm of my hand slapping my muff! Lance had perked up quite a bit, too, and be was going lickety-split all over! Then for the sheer hell of it, I decided to get up on 'all fours and shove my ass in his nose. I mean… well, I've heard of dogs fuckin' chicks but it always sounded too unreal.
"It may have sounded unreal, but dogs ain't fools like some dudes I know! They know a willing piece of tail as soon as they get a whiff of the old hole. At first he just kept right on licking my gash, deep and far up in front by my ditty, then all the way back until I felt the tip of his tongue screwing itself into my shithole. After a few minutes of that footsy kind of crap, Lance really got the idea that the hole I was showing him was a fucking hole, and not an eating hole.
"Whooooeeee baby! You never saw an ass really fly like mine. I stayed pretty still for a bit-at least until be climbed aboard and clamped my hips with his furry paws-and then I started grinding away, real slow-like, while he corkscrewed his dinger into my asshole.
"Damn, that dog's cock felt like a foot-long wiener as it wedged in my hole!
Damn fьckin' thing sorta hurt my bunghole, too! Finally he must've crammed all of it in because he started pumping it to me just like a regular human dude would do. When he did that number on me, I completely forgot that it was a dog I was being screwed by.
"Baby, like I really wigged out! 'Mark, ooohhhh Mark, baby!' I moaned, 'take me, daddy, uhhh… aaaaughhhh! Take meeee!"
"I flagged my can at him-higher and higher until I felt like some kind of an acrobat-and held onto my knees and the edge of the couch for balance. 'Harder, daddy… harder you motherfuckin' prick! Fuck me… aaaugh… haharder!!!' "My mouth was so dry that I could've been toting sand in it and not have known the difference. Spit just wouldn't come-no way, baby. I felt all the blood rushing to my head and tried to straighten up a bit just to get a whiff of cool air. As soon as I tried it, he banged into me real hard and I almost collapsed right there.
"'Yeah!!!' I wailed, 'That's -it, baby… baby, go!!!' "I felt as if I had one of those wine bottle corkscrew type things up my ass-you know, it was like that thing in there was spinning around real fast and hitting up against every nerve. I even felt his balls slapping up on my ditty when he sunk it real far. Hell, I even heard it when I shut my mouth and tried to breathe right.
"Man, that bugger didn't take too long to waste his nuts, let me tell you. I was just getting into the swing of things when I felt his buckshot of hot come squirting up in me! Jeezuss, you would've thought that tucking prick of his was a garden hose the way that thing blew!
"He pumped it in until all the come was out and his cock had started going down like a deflated balloon. I was still busy milking)t and crying for him not to pull out when I heard the squishy pop! and felt the biting chill of the air conditioner's breeze on my ass.
'When I came to-flat on my face and belly -and felt Lance's cold nose poking into my ear, I realized that it hadn't been Mark who was balling me. Funny, no bad feelings about it at all. Now I'd found a new trip to go on during the week before Mark came home from his part time job at the gas station.
"1 tried to stand up but it felt like my brains were running right down my legs. I felt like I was on a real mellow acid -trip and settled for laying on the floor, spread out and ready for any more takers. There were blobs of sticky come all over the rim of my shit-hole and some of my own come was lazily drying on the insides 'of my thighs. Shit. I didn't care. It all felt so good.
"Lance cared. He. came trotting right back to scarf me again. I let him get as far as cleaning up the come before I pushed him away and got up to take some more hits off the water pipe. Oooohh, man, that was really a good screw! I wondered if Mark could top Lance.
"All kinds of funny gurgles and weird moans were sailing toward my ears from the crack in the door. Now that I'd been taken care of and didn't feel quite so uptight, I knew it wouldn't particularly- bug me if I walked in the room and dug on my old man banging his nuts into some chick's cunt. In fact, I thought it might be a real gas. I was feeling really up and nothing could bring me down.
"My canine ass-fucker was mellow too. He just curled up on the rug and tripped out on the good time we'd had with his dinger in shit-hole.
"I might not have been uptight but I sure as hell wasn't ready for the groove I got when I sighted in on the bright pink trails in lines of three and four which furrowed across the broad field of Mark's back! He must've banged her cunt once already 'cause I saw the telltale threads of come hanging around her gash. But now he was tunneling into her head.
"Can you dig it? I mean like this chick was spread out across the bed with her head partly hanging off the side, and there was my beautiful old man just driving his rocks right up in there! I'm not jiving, I really got 'hung up on watching his knotted meat pump in and out of her mouth. Sometimes her cheeks looked like a little squirrel's mouth with a big bunch of nuts crammed in it.
Other times they, were sucked in. Far out!
"The whole scene was such a trip that I made myself comfortable in a chair setting in the corner of the dark room and watched. Like it was a whole scene by itself!
"Lance dug on it too but he didn't really give a damn about the tangle on the bed. He was all set to muff dive me all over again! Man, like this time I didn't even try to stop him-no way, daddy. It was too good to throw away without trying.
"I'd just gotten comfortable with my legs spread out nice and wide when it occurred to me that poor old Tishana's pussy was being neglected. Why not? I mean, if you were watching two folks balling and they were both kinda groovy, wouldn't you wanna make sure that nothing got left out of the scene?
Brotherhood, baby, that's the thing! if you can really dig on your brother-or sister-you're gonna want to make them happy, right? Right.
"Well, this chick's cunt was really out of sight. It looked like a well taken care of lawn-you know the thing. She had a little triangle of really kicky pussy hairs that looked good enough to eat even when they had come streaked all over them. Her snatch lips were wide open and puffed out, shiny with all the lubrication.
'While Lance's tongue was flicking away on my ditty, I decided to do a nonverbal rap on Tishana's cunt. She was moaning crazily into the tube of Mark's cock and kind of balancing him on her chest. The two of them were really wigged out on each other and I thought it was really groovy 'cause I never dug on a girl giving Mark some head before this scene.
"I pushed Lance's cold nose away from my box and padded over to the orgy bed.
Hell, they didn't even notice that I was in the same room! Sometimes that can really be a bummer-but not this time. ,"Lance started making a whole mess of noise-you dig, whining and yowling-but I shushed him up as I followed the shapely lines of Tishana's legs all the way up to her come-soaked pussy lips. The fish smell was out of sight and there were beads of woman cheese here and there. I flicked some of the cheese away with my fingernail and she twitched a bit like she really dug, what was coming down. "I crawled up there on all fours, then I gave my ass to Lance. This was really a weird way to play 'Swallow the Leader,' but why the hell not? I couldn't believe it, like I didn't hive to hold my nose or nothin' to dive in her muff!
That's 'really something for me-I'm no queer, even though I can dig on some of those people too. I didn't think I'd ever really find a cunt particularly appetizing-especially when I was being serviced, too.
"Here I was with my nose jammed up against her cunt and acarfing like I'd been doing it most of my life. Shit! Like all these weird things were going through my head-but it all felt soooo good! Then I felt Lance's paws hugging me real tight and I raised my ass just a bit higher.
His corkscrew popped out and sunk his liner right in there. Damn, I think the second time around 'was better for both of us! This time I didn't feel like a sausage skin that was being stuffed.
"The whole bed creaked and groaned like there was some four-hundred-pound acrobat doing gymnastics on it. I had a super good view of Mark's back with Tishana's fingers gouging him as far up as she could reach. I got so jazzed that I just leaned over and planted a big, sloppy wet kiss on his spine-kind of to thank him for doing his number and getting everything so turned on.
"Since I was on all fours, it wasn't too hard to just reach down into my snatch and do a bit of diddling on my ditty while Lance stayed busy with his rhythmic pumping in my shit-hole.
"Tishana wigged out completely when my tongue flicked onto her tuck button.
Like far out! Her long legs snapped right up in the air until they rested comfortably on my hunched shoulders. She hugged the back of my head with her feet-kind of getting her toes tangled in the long mop-and it seemed like she was really pulling herself down to meet my face.
"She was loudly moaning into Mark's cock-now-and he was blowing some garbled words I couldn't understand into the dark nothingness facing the wall. My fingers dug into her belly and kind of massaged her love handles as if they were boobs. There were no lights on in the room but I thought I could see a black light effect which made it really bright in there-to me.
"I heard her groan louder as her hips were fairly flying, slamming into my head, with her snatch pressed as tightly as possible against my sucking mouth.
I took her juicy clitty between my teeth and sort of rolled it around so I could taste it better. It was like the harder I bit down on it, the faster she'd drive her hips up and down until I felt like I was trying to catch a disembodied clit on a vibrating table.
"Old bowser back there was driving in me slow and easy. He had a good grip on my hips and all the spinning action I gave him with my can couldn't dislodge 'him-I don't think-and draw out his hose-like cock. My pussy muff was dripping like a turned on faucet with no 'off' handle. It seemed like gallons of my come slowly were trickling down my thighs and puddling at my knees. Damn! I was really hot to trot this time around!
"My fingers had no trouble finding the hot spot and working that place into a mechanical tizzy. I don't know exactly how fast my hand was flying down there but I remember that it was really stiff-kind of like arthritis-for about an hour after the tuck scene.
"Sweat was pouring off all of us in buckets-I could see the small pools of stuff on Mark's neck and it was plastering little ringlets of hair all along his collar line. My own hair felt stringy and kind of like after a shower and before drying off. I couldn't see too much of the chick cause Mark made a better door than a window.
"I let go of Tishana's clit and concentrated On burrowing my tongue inside her hole, mostly to see just how far I could get it in there. Damn! As soon as I started sinking it in she started doing an epileptic number-just twitching and convulsing all over the place! Her hips dragged me all over that bed before she finally bucked up violently, trembled rigidly-and collapsed under my come-covered chin.
"Mark was cursing like a sonofabitch. 'C'mon, baby, suck it! Give me some real head…s-u-c-k, you mutha! Gimme some tongue oooohh, aaaaughhhh!' "I knew that his hands were doing something or another in front and I craned to see what the hell was going on. I'd never seen him get that loud before. Like he had' that chick's hair all wrapped up in his ham-hock hands and he was really pulling it!. You woulda thought it hurt or something but the fish kept right on drinking his juice like nothing was bothering her. Out of sight!
"I felt Lance's gnarled rod pumping real fast, so I gave my clitty some super action with the old hand. All of a sudden the whole room was an echo chamber of screaming mouths-everybody screaming 'and Shooting off come at the same time like a water main had busted somewhere! 'Woke up a half hour later in a tangle of arms and legs with Tishana's sleepy cunt lips winking at me… "
The narrator of' this history is Halley S., a twenty-two-year-old stenographer in a rather large advertising agency. Carrying measurements of 38-25-38, Halley appears to be everything but what she is-until she opens her mouth. Her lover, Mark, is a twenty-three-year old apprentice engineer.
At any other time in history, readers might have been shocked to see the language Halley uses pop out of the page at them. Not any more. Yesterday's standards of love and war have been burned in the incinerator and don't apply to the generations born after the Second World War. In fact, many of the old standards don't even apply to people who were around during the aforementioned war.
The sharing of one's body has become a strange sort of pseudo-religion to some, with psychologists and youth feeling that we have lost contact with our bodies and have severed ourselves from our emotions. Peeling is stressed more than rationality, the "religion" of the past Halley is feeling. We note how she preferred to present Mark with a girl for his birthday instead of the old-fashioned gift standard. Experience is her holy grail-a strong emphasis is placed on love, feeling that man can only find himself through the vehicle of emotional and often physical sharing. Halley and Mark share with many people and had done so for quite a while before they discovered the label, "swapping," that was put on their actions.
Older generations who nostalgically remember the "good old days" when air was clean and sex was dirty would be horrified at their lifestyle. Matronly ladies would flutter their kerchiefs and collapse five minutes after Halley began to speak; professional older men might also be taken aback, but not for long.
Unlike the subjects interviewed and questioned by Gilbert D. Bartell, Ph.D., Mark and Halley are unique in that they swap partners for involvement rather than exchanging partners in preference to having one or several long or brief affairs. According to Bartell's Group Sex, the more common everyday swappers would not agree with Halley and Mark on many points, not the least of which is their obviously easy and totally uninhibited lifestyle. Halley and Mark would be considered "hippies" and therefore not usually suitable for the swappers' quiet gatherings in suburbia homes.
Middle-class swappers, according to Bartell, are more often than not "anti-hippie," seeing their concern with cleanliness-douche after each sexual 'experience, etc..-as the opposite of the so-called hippie style. Where those totally involved with swapping would much prefer good scotch and conversation re mate-swapping to any type of drug, Halley and Mark just float through life "doing their thing" and trying not to "put themselves in any kind of a category box."
We see here some of the radical differences between the generations as well as between the classes. No one, however, is yet or seemingly will be, qualified to rate one group of swingers-common-law or legally married-over the other. The principals and principle are basically the same; it's just the people themselves who are different.
Let us continue now with the following brief narrative of Halley and Mark's experiences with Mark's birthday present, Tishana M.:
"I wanted to see Mark ball her. I mean, what the hell, as long as she was going to stay the night and I had Lance to help take care of me, why not?
"Tishana woke up a bit groggy but looking just as good, if not better, than she did when we first got together. Playfully, I hoisted her legs back up on my shoulders and gave her slit a good long lick to kind of clean off whatever was still there. She squirmed a bit and giggled kind of hoarsely.
"You're pretty good, you know that, Halley?' she whispered in a-deep sigh.
'Real good. I'll have to repay you for that suck ummm… right now!'
'With the last word she spun around on the bed and landed on my' belly, straddling me. It all happened so fast that my legs were spread as wide as a subway tunnel and she could've stuck her whole head up there without me plugging up the hole fast enough. And once she started gobbling my gash, what could I do but just lay there and enjoy? Mark was kind of propped up on his elbow and looking at her scarfing my box with real interest. He played with my titties a bit but his mind wasn't with it-it was kind of a downer mechanical thing. I didn't mind, though, mechanical or not; my boobies need all the TLC that's available; and then some!
"I didn't see old bowser and I wondered if he was sniffing at Tishana's cunt and getting ready to pop his nuts in her shit-hole. I forced my chin to my chest and peeked down to see just what ft looked like when a chick was scarfing another chick's gash. Not bad, not bad at all! Very ladylike she was, too-you know, like carefully pushing the hair away from her face and holding the pudgy little lips open just so, etc. etc.
"Sure 'nuff, Lance was stirring. He walked up to her ass, sniffed at it and took a couple of laps at it with his sandpapery tongue. But no more action. He just up and walked off to a corner and plopped down. I think maybe old pooch was a bit tired after the workout we gave each other.
"I hate to look at a flaccid dick! There's nothing more sorry looking in this whole fuzz brained world than some dude's empty basket. Jeez, shit! When you think of all the goodies that come out of that thing, it's really unbelievable!
Who'd think that a thing looking for all the world like thrown-away tubing could do a shit's worth of good?
"Kind of absentmindedly, I guess, my fingers headed right down to Mark's crotch and the limp thing that desperately needed a bit of life. I rested my elbow on his belly and pulled his wet-noodle cock up and away from his body as much as I could so I could get a really good grip on it.
"It felt gnarled and gristly kind of, but workable. So I worked on it! In a couple of minutes I had a fairly decent semi-hard goi4 and the faster and harder I worked, the more it grew.
"Stand up and be counted, you bastard!' I hissed to it.
"'Lay down and get flicked!' Mark hissed back.
"Can't get… fucked. Getting sucked now,' I sassed back.
"What about me?' he asked in a little boy voice, 'Don't I get my nookie no more?' "Hell, honey,' I mumbled exasperatedly, there's more than one fuckin' hole down there you know!'
'We both laughed at that dialogue, man. That just cracked us up. Especially funny if you can dig on a very straight-looking couple-the woman's hair very starchy still from the beauty shop and all that crap-lying in bed thinking about balling but not knowing how to get started.
"Even Tish thought our conversation was a bit far out. She had the tip of her tongue flicking away at my clitty, but her face was up and her eyes were kind of dancing as she looked from me to Mark and back again. So then I jerked on Mark's bone some more-until it was a good sized 'piece of petrified lumber-and then I pushed him away with my instructions:
"Find a hole and stick it right in there! Don't be afraid, sugar-you won't lose it!' "He was grinning from ear to ear as if her asshole was some.kind of reward for his being such a goddamn good boy. We swapped tongues, really swapped them, until. I pushed him away for lack of oxygen, and slid down the bed until his telescope of a prick was in direct firing line for' Tish's appetizing bunghole.
"Go, baby, sink your missile… -Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… Oooohhh, suck that ditty, baby… and…
Blast-off, you fucker!' "I watched as he took aim and started driving it in, but Tish started really chomping on my clit so I couldn't really concentrate on too much of anything except that my snatch burned like a sonofabitch and the fuckin' fire was coming all the way up my body to gobble up my head.
"Too bad we've got one of those' kinds of beds with no headboard to hold onto.
I just grabbed the sheet and bunched it all up in my grubby little fist and screamed. I think I must've kept right on screaming until I popped my cookies and the come started dribbling out of me and running into Tish's mouth, nose, and down her chin.
"I kind of just lay there with her still absentmindedly gnawing on my clitty, and watched Mark ball her bunghole. Mark was quiet for a little while, then he shot off with a lot of growling and rutting noises like he was really in pain or something. That way I knew he really dug on the scene-be liked my. present.
'When I nudged him about five minutes later he said, 'Mmmmm, sugar, sure was sweet! G'night… and rolled over, sleeping deader'n a doorknob. That's men folk for ya.
"I didn't feel like much with him dozing off, so Tish and I padded into the living room and finished off the stuff in the pipe. I think we kind of flaked out on the couch, each one of us with' her hand up the other one's crotch.
That's called 'sleeping, friendly style,' I think.
"After the night with Tishana, Mark really went on a big oriental kick. If we had any bread, I think he would've gone to see if geisha girls were all they were cracked up to be, but since we had no coin, we just balled a lot together.
"Next chick we just happened to find was quite a bit younger than Tishana. She said she was eighteen but I doubt it. She was 'emotionally young,' you dig.
Just really some kind of a rhomboid square and a regular twerp except for the fact that she really dug the balling scene.
"It's a good thing this chick wasn't a lone number. Okay, I dug Tish's cunt, but not this one-no way! Anyhow, the Chick had a partner, this real hefty-looking dude that had a jackhammer on him like a stud horse. And black.
"Oooohhh baby! This sucker was coal black and just as beautiful as they say black is supposed to be. His name was Steve something or another. We didn't bother much with intros. I'd stayed away from Lance's groovy intermission plays for a whole day so I was all fired up when we met.
"The chick's name was Carla, I think, but I'll just call her 'chickie 'cause that's the kind of head she reminded me of. Anyhow, chickie and Steve what sits were toe freaks. I mean, like they'd dig on some gold or hash and get hung up sucking toes. Out a sight!!! I'd just never seen freaked heads like these were.
"They were the kind of souls that didn't need much kissey-kissey type stuff- before they got into a scene, so we all stripped down ten thin utes after they got to our place. That way we wouldn't have to take the time later. Chickie got herself hung on some kind of rap kick and kept right on rapping while Mark beat his meat in her face. I knew she was spacing but, shit, how far out can you get when you can't even dig giving head to a stiff and willing cock?
"Steve's the one who started on the toes. He just started by looking at them kind of weird like at first, then touching them and making cries-cross lines all over the sole of my foot, then he bent down and blew on them like he was doing it to the back of my neck! I got spaced just watching him.do his far out thing.
"It was really corny but I whispered, 'Right on, brother!' when he started teasing my foot with his tongue-both of us really spacing now. I dug on poor Mark still beating his rod and not listening to a word she was saying. I think she was rapping about some revolution thing.
"Anyway, the scene got really heavy-fast. Mark flipped or something, threw the 'chick to the floor and pounced on top.with his prong aimed right up her yazoo. He started screaming things like, 'Shut-up, bitch! Just shut the' fuck and take this cock right up your friggin' horn!' The chickie was nodding her head real fast through all this as if she was sayin', 'Yeah, baby, rape me, hit me, hurt me, fuck me in the armpit or something… just fuck!' Anyway, their scene was too much.
"Steve was going through the whole friggin' bit without even batting an eye. He was gone on' my big toe, sucking it in his mouth and moaning softly as if he had a juicy mouthful of snatch. I sat there kind of dazed by what was ping down and not doing much of any damn thing.
"Play with your pussy, baby,' he panted and I could see the sparkling beads of sex-sweat starting to parade across his black forehead. 'Let me see your little fingers whip up some of that sweet old cunt juice for me. Mmmmmm.'.
"When I didn't move fast enough, Steve stud took my hand and put it right on my hole. This time his voice didn't sound quite so nice. It scared me, 'cause it was not only like he wanted to see me play with my gash but he needed to see me do the thing for him. Hell, I've never minded diddling my ditty; it's just that I don't dig the heavy scene of being told to finger-fuck myself. I was getting a bit pissed and I think Steve caught that.
"Hey, baby,' he whispered apologetically, 'don't be sore. No sweat. I just thought you'd dig on a real heavy scene and kind of enjoy yourself while I do this.thing here before we ball.' I got the message, loud and clear and super heavy!
We'd ball, sure, but this was his pretty thing. Yeah, I could dig it.
"Heavy, baby. Right on.' I groaned and my fingers found my clit. I started out real slow and lazy like while Steve made the toe-sucking thing look really sexy. It was the rolling way he worked on one toe at a time and just kind of drifted around them with his thick red tongue. Oooohhh, yeah! I would like that tongue to take a few long swipes' at my twitching gash any old time..
"Mark was banging chickie's cunt like a wild buck while she was making one hell of a lot 'of noise, but her arms were spread straight out at her sides and she was doing all the humping without even touching him. I guess she dug on the deep scratches Tish had left on his back and figured it was hands off or something.
"Scratch him, chickie!' I yelled out at the very top of my almost airless lungs. 'He digs on being scratched!' She was listening, though I didn't really think she could hear or understand a thing. Her arms came up and clamped around Mark's back like a vise. I heard -him cuss her good a couple of times, but she just held on.
Pretty soon I dug on the scene where her fingers were just raking all over his back-up, down, crosswise, down, up, etc. etc.
"Through the whole flippy scene I couldn't. help getting a bit wiggy myself. I started talking to Steve for my cunt-like I was my cunt.
'It's hungry, black daddy… ummmmmmm… needs a nice big rod rammed right up to its tonsils, 'baby… see how hot it is, how nice it jumps and twitches for you?' All this time my finger was fucking as fast as the old hand could wrng it.
"Daddy,' I moaned, 'Oohhh sugar, come and put something in me 'fore I die.
Don't tease me… ummmmm… nooooooo…!!!"
"The only reaction I got was that he sucked my toes harder than before. My hand was really moving now. I was even worried about blowing my come goo before he touched me with that purplish-black whanger… Then he stood up and really blew my mind. Shit, I didn't realize the fucker was so tall. When he was standing, he looked like he had,a horse-cock with small bola balls hanging under it. He came real close to my face, then slid the heavy black foreskin back and forth kind of sadistically.
"You like black cock, huh, honey? Well, Steve's gonna give you black cock like you ain't never bad before, you fuckin' bitch.' He almost spit the last words at me and I got scare amp; but then be smiled, a sweet and mellow drawling smile that shone some gleaming white' between the thick slit of his juicy looking lips.
"Fuck mcccccc!!' I hissed.
"Right on, baby… here come da judge.' "And the judge did come… Ooohbh mutha! When he started easing that thick pole ofhis up in me, I felt like he was splitting me right in half. I felt like some kind of a virgin or. something, 'cause the fuckin' thing hurt me so much., Tears started sliding down my cheeks and I felt like a damn fool for ever getting myself into this bag.
"Easy baby… don't hurt me. Shit! You're a biggee… Don't, oooh don't… please… don't hurt meee!' I was screaming like a mad woman.
"I hugged him with my legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist and pulling him into my cunt even while I was yelling and screaming like a bloody stuck pig. My hands squirmed around and got under my ass so I could hold it up higher for more cock. Oooohh shit, it's all so fucking confused!
"A million or more sewing machine needles were jabbing all over my body and I started to scream again but his big black band covered my mouth up and shut me real fast. I felt my eyes getting big as flying saucers. What the hell • 'was he going to do 'now? He looked like some sort of a madman, the: anti-whitey stud' who bangs white chicks just to see how they can hurt.
"Shut the fuck up!' be growled.. 'Just relax and it won't feel so. tight. Baby, you suffocate my cock when you get so uptight.' "I nodded my head vigorously up and down to let him know that I heard him loud and clear and I'd shut up if I possibly could. His hand came off my mouth then and I took in a super deep breath to make up for all the air I'd missed.
"'Don't get bent,' I finally panted in all. seriousness, just 'cause you're ripping my guts out and I dig it doesn't mean I'm not gonna scream if and when it hurts!' "Let's fuck,' he whispered.
"Steve's ding-a-ling was really laying down a heavy scene. Mark's girl flipped him over on his back and was riding his hips like a rocking horse. Since most of the lights were on, I could see his knotted meat slipping and sliding up in her gash. They weren't doing much for dialogue but the sound track could have been made in a zoo during a hot and heavy mating season…
"Finally, after all 'the screeching I'd done, I felt the end of his telescoping cock. His pelvis slammed up against mine so I figured he had all of it in. He stayed still for a second and let me get the feel of a big black joint in my box, then he -started pistoning back and forth like he had a motor attached to the back of his rod. His pole was well greased by now, so it slid back and forth real easy and didn't hurt a bit now that I'd gotten the hang of what he was laying down.
"Lance, our dog, kept coming around and nudging me here and there to tell me that he was horny but there wasn't much I could do for him being on the bottom like I was. I knew for sure, though, that I wasn't gonna try the riding number like whats her face. I guess I was scared that it would hurt more if I did it that way.' "One time Steve drove in real deep and lay flat out on me. He didn't rest all his weight, which I guess was over two hundred pounds, but he was plenty heavy!' His thick and funny-feeling tongue poked around my clenched teeth until I finally gave in and opened up. It seemed to fill all of my mouth and 'go all the way to the back of my head and then some. I think I was imagining some of that but I tell you like 1 felt it…
"I tried to grab hold of his back but we were both so sopping wet that my hands just kind of slid around with nothing to grab onto. I finally settled for his ears, kinda big cauliflower things that made pretty good handles for chicks like me who dig on trying most things at least once in their life…
'We were both puffing and snorting at each other like dogs in heat and it was kind of hard to breathe the way we were tongue-swapping. I shook my head away' when I felt myself gagging on all that tongue and he went back to banging my gash like a stallion. I couldn't see much of anything anymore cause my sweat and his sweat had gotten mixed up and were trickling in streams all over my face and into my eyes.
"Chickie and Mark looked like they were having a wrestling match and they'd already. moved about a foot from where they started balling. I fact, they were still' moving, an inch or so at a time. She was pounding his back with her tight little fists and making guttural noises that I can't really describe since I don't think I ever heard them before.
'When I blinked my eyes and looked at them again, Mark was on the bottom and she was back on top with her fingernails-I didn't realize she had any-sunk in his chest and clawing like a rabid wildcat. Her boobs-big, melon likethings-were swinging around his face like pendulums gone mad, and 'the whole bottom half of her body was spinning in. fast circles like a hot wired lazy Susan. Their whole scene was a trip by itself!
"My box was grinding and milking at Steve's cock something fierce. I don't remember ever being that turned on just balling Mark with no extra diversion around. Something in my soggy brain clicked 'on and told me Steve was gonna blow pretty soon.
"Hold on, baby!' I screamed. 'Don't come yet… No, pleeeeezz don't cooomme!"
"Sorry, girl,' he grunted. 'Your meat grinder works too fine. Ooooohhh-ummmm, babyyyyee!' "Too late, 'cause then the thick glops of goo shot out of his cock. The only thing I didn't expect was that he'd have so much come to give me. I felt my gash 'losing a lot of it 'cause it was shooting out too fast for me to take and there was just too fucking much of it.
"Jeeeezzzzuss, baby, where you get all that thick white cream?' I teased him in all seriousness.
"From eatin' white girls for breakfast!' he gasped.
'We were all done' for, even though Steve still had his tool up in my hole and was letting it drain. Mark was still all wrapped up in his work and wouldn't have noticed us if wed been in Hiroshima when the bomb fell. Chickie was really freaked out-tearing at her fits, her hair, Mark's chest, her stomach, the air … everyplace. She was mouthing words that never came out as words but only as screaming and groaning sounds, and throwing her long stringy head of hair around like a ball. Her mouth was wide open, drooling saliva in sticky streams that plopped anywhere they landed.
"Steve looked up and at her, then he kind of winked at me and whispered, 'Right on, baby.' "Hey, Steve,' I hesitantly panted. 'Does she usually go that far out just on getting balled?' "'Always,' he added with a kind of down-beat finality. 'You should see her when I'm balling with her; you'd think she was- ready for a straitjacket.' "Ummmmm.' "'Really, baby, she just wigs out-all out. I guess your old man has a damn good piece of meat hanging in there 'cause I ain't never seen her do that number 'cept for me.'
'We finally broke apart noisily and just lay there, white on black, taking deep breaths to clear our heads again until the next time.
"Want some hash?' I suggested because I felt like a couple of good hits would do me good. Steve said yes, so I filled the pipe and brought it back to the couch. We must've had at least ten good hits apiece before Chickie started screaming like she was getting killed or something. Mark didn't do much-just grunted real loud.
"I wondered what our neighbors were going to say the next morning. That's what you get if you happen to live in a cracker box. Fuck 'em. Two more numbers on, the radio and the wild ones split up and lay side by side looking like they were dead. I didn't worry about them-Steve had his hand up my snatch and was starting to do another number on me.
"I was just getting into another scene when I noticed Mark and the chick crawling across the floor. I looked straight at them even though I didn't once try to stop Steve's gloriously expert fingers from doing their thing.
"Well,' I said hoarsely. 'Didn't think you two were ever comin' back to the world of us straight folk.' That embarrassed Mark and his face got kind of red.
'Shit,' be mumbled, 'don't tell me you never balled before!' "I put on a real straight face and answered him. 'Never. Cross my heart and hope to die.' "Everyone broke up then and Steve threw me flat on my back, really ramming, his finger up my gash. Next thing I knew it was a free-for-all with me on the bottom and every one of those fuckers trying to get a piece of my hot tail at the same time. Now it was 'Swallow the Leader' all over again…