Campus Swap Orgy
The college sex scene has been the topic for many recent articles in newspapers and national magazines. Everyone wants to capitalize on the sensationalism involved with college sex and the purported perverse behavior of the campus students. One coed recently was quoted in a Los Angeles tabloid as saying, "Why can't they leave us alone? If we want to fuck or suck, that's our business and if we do it in groups of two or twenty-two, that's our thing. We're not out to destroy anyone's morale. We're out to have our own ball and we can do without outside interference."
Recently, three college couples were charged with unlawful sexual acts in a dormitory in Ohio and were forced to leave school. More than a thousand coeds protested by whistling, shouting, and clapping their hands in approval when one of their speakers attacked the action as ignorant and shameful, and damned all laws making any sexual act between two agreeable people an offense.
On another Midwestern campus, students sported placards demanding: Legalize all forms of sex!
One college newspaper carried an article written by a girl reporter which described "campus turnings on." She'd given detailed descriptions of some of the sorority-fraternity swap parties, and when summoned before a judge and ordered to name her informants, she refused. She was tried for contempt of court, convicted, and fined three hundred dollars. Students picketed the courthouse, carrying signs castigating the judge, and they passed the hat to pay the young reporter's fine.
At one large university, the authorities have made available a large sum of money to those who would name classmates involved in campus swap parties. The student body hastily organized a sit-down strike in protest and made it plain what would happen to those who might squeal. The offer was withdrawn.
College students are in revolt against many things, as one can see by reading the newspapers. Uprisings have swept many campuses, especially over the crackdown on narcotics. But there have been revolts, too, over outdated, unrealistic and unfair rules and laws, a lot of them having to do with sex. There have been crusades against censorship, against racial discrimination, and against an ancient and puritanical sex code.
A few people claim these present college capers are just an exotic form of youth revolt, but the kids say otherwise.
"Sex sure shakes up the older generation," one student said. "Sometimes, I wonder how we all got here!"
Another declared, "My folks had three kids. And I bet my old man and my old lady never did it more than three times!"
Statistics seem to prove that the present college girl knows her way around better than her mother did. The percentage of unwed mothers on campuses is only about half what it used to be.
One young college male divided coeds into three types: a very small group who were waiting for sex until after they were married, a second small group who had sex only with their steadies whom they hoped to marry, and a very large third group who indulged in swap parties and general orgies and would fuck anybody who bothered to blow in their ear.
Sex gives pleasure, and the college crowd knows it. As one girl said, "People have been fucking since time began. So why hide it?"
All efforts to ban sex have failed. It is too powerful a thing. Two kids, locked in jail overnight for breaking curfew, had sex through the bars. Oddly enough, its repression by our Puritan forefathers never cut down on the number of illegitimate babies born. And a conviction that anything pleasurable must be dangerous and immoral is a terrible sickness of the mind.
On campuses throughout the nation today, boys and girls live it up. They know what sex is all about and only wish they had more of it. They do not believe that sex before marriage is immoral. They do not believe it leads to crime, insanity, or anything else but a damned good time. And they can produce scientific evidence to prove it.
Nobody's going to stop college youth from indulging in sex. "It may be a sin," one boy said. "But you get great results from that kind of sinning!"
Jeanie Nusbaum wasn't very popular in high school, and she blamed her mother. She guessed she started hating her mother when she graduated from the eighth grade. They were having exercises in the high school auditorium, and her mother had made her a new white dress with a big, pink ribbon bow. Jeanie was excited-until a horrible thing happened.
The class was gathered in one of the classrooms, waiting the signal to march onto the stage. Her mother came in, and the moment Jeanie saw her, she knew she was having one or her "sick" spells, which meant she was drunk. Jeanie was ashamed as she watched her mother approach unsteadily, smiling inanely at everybody. Her lipstick was hideously smeared, and when she spoke to the teacher, her tongue was thick. Shame flooded over Jeanie, and she wished she could vanish through the floor.
She stumbled around, dropping her purse, and when she tried to talk to her daughter, Jeanie turned her back.
The program was half-over, when there was a disturbance in the audience. Jeanie heard her mother's loud, fuzzy voice. Panic-stricken, she got up and ran off the stage.
Later, at home, her mother sobbed out how sorry she was for what she'd done, her face in her hands. "I didn't think one little drink would hurt anything. I love you, Jeanie," she said. "You're my little girl and I'm so sorry."
Jeanie just stared dumbly out the window and didn't believe her. She was always sorry after she'd had one of her "spells."
Jeanie's daddy stopped being harsh to her mother. But he looked haggard and worried all the time. He would caution his two daughters not to talk to anyone about their mother. "She's having a sick spell again," he'd always tell them.
Mona, Jeanie's sister, was a year and a half older than she. When they got to high school, Mona didn't seem to mind about their mother. For one thing, she was pretty and had a lot of boyfriends. Their mother gave her a lot of chances to slip out and have about all the dates she wanted. She was going with some college fellows about the time she was a sophomore in high school.
It was probably Jeanie's loneliness that turned her into a day dreamer. She'd do most of it on an evening after she'd watch Mona slip off to meet some boy for an evening of fun.
It was on account of his wife's "bad sickness" that Jeanie's father finally lost his job with the small college in town. It had something to do with his reputation and standing in the community, whatever that meant. Jeanie had heard him use those very words when he told her mother about it.
Her daddy got another teaching job at another school, and they moved into a small apartment only two blocks from Frat Row. Her daddy started drinking, too, and by the time Jeanie was a junior in high school, he just up and disappeared.
Her mom and dad had spoiled her life, Jeanie felt. She didn't know it then, but she was ripe for trouble because she was so lonesome. The first boy she really got a crush on was Ben Smith. He was a high school football player and ran with a pretty wild crowd. Later, Jeanie started dating a college boy, a fraternity man and a member of the "Midnight Males." The "Midnight Males" didn't really have a fraternity house, but the house was on Frat Row, and they pretended it was. Mona once told her the boys had nude parties and pretty wild times.
This boy, Squirt, must have been at least nineteen. The first time he tried to get in her panties, Jeanie lowered her head and butted him in the belly until he lost his breath. Then her knee came up and caught him in the groin. A young campus cop heard the commotion and came to her rescue. "I cart take care of myself!" she told him proudly, unwilling to admit that Squirt had made indecent overtures to her.
But Mona started dating a "Midnight Male," and she'd come home and tell about the good times she'd had. Jeanie started wearing dresses, instead of jeans, and when Squirt asked her for a date again, she accepted.
One night, he took her for a ride. He told her she was the one girl he'd been waiting for, before he started making violent love. When he felt for her pussy, she slapped him.
He got mad and said, "Think you're better than Mona, don't you?"
Jeanie learned that night that Mona had ditched Squirt. She wondered if Mona had ever gone all the way with him. She was letting old Squirt neck up a storm one evening when the young campus cop caught them. He chased them away, but his eyes begged Jeanie for something.
The next day, he asked her for a date. She was thrilled, but she told him she was going steady.
"With Squirt?" he asked.
When she said yes, he cautioned her that Squirt was dangerous and no good for her. She started to walk away, but he caught her arm and begged, "Please, Jeanie, go with me. I'll be good to you."
"Like all the boys, huh?" she snorted. She felt tense and wanted to believe him. But she couldn't.
She heard him mutter something in an anguished voice, but she went on and didn't look back.
"How long do you intend to hold out?" Squirt asked the next night. "I go ape with your teasing, and I'm wanting some of your pussy."
"Until I'm married," she said.
He said, "Oh, shit!" He threatened to use force, but Jeanie reminded him of how she'd kicked him in the groin and could do it again.
About a week later, Jeanie dated one of the high school boys, a pasty-faced kid with pale blue eyes. When he came to get her, he acted funny, and she smelled beer on his breath. He told her he'd been up to the "Midnight Male" Frat House. "And, man, are they celebrating up there!" he added.
He took her to a high school kid's house, where couples were dancing. There was beer, and some of the boys were drunk. After a short time, everyone disappeared and Jeanie and her date were left alone on the sofa. "Where's everybody gone?" she asked, and begged him to take her home.
He ignored her plea and said, "They've gone to see the show."
"What show?"
"The one over at the 'Midnight Male' Frat House." Then he said, "Let's go over." He squeezed her hand, and she let him lead her to his car. It was only a short distance to the fraternity house.
He opened the door, and when Jeanie stepped inside, she couldn't see anything in the darkness for a moment. All the overhead lights were out, but there was a tiny spot which gave a dim light to an improvised stage. Mona was up there, doing a slow dance that was rather pretty. Most of the kids were lying around on the floor, naked, and some were doing things to the slow rhythm of the music Mona was dancing by.
All the kids began yelling wildly when the music got wild. Mona was wiggling up there and teasing with her body. Some guy grabbed her and dragged her to the floor.
Jeanie's date was tearing at her clothes. She kicked and struggled, sobbing hysterically. "Oh, please," she moaned. "I'm a good girl-"
"Okay, baby," her date told her. "But don't make me wait too long!" He relaxed his hold and she fell backwards, crashing onto the floor.
Instantly, he was on top of her. He grabbed her ass and rubbed it hard, and she felt his hard cock pressing against her. "You got a hole, baby," he told her, "and I want in it!"
When she fought, he told her, "You're gonna get my cock stuck in you tonight!"
He wasn't kidding. He'd unzipped his trousers and taken them off. She felt hot for his cock, but she was scared. He slid his hand across her breasts and bounced them. He fondled them, one after the other. She lay still and sighed.
He shoved his pecker at her pussy, but it wouldn't go in. She looked at what he had, and it was big and hard. He puffed and tried again, and she cried out. He tried working on her with his finger until she became wet and slick. He tried again.
"Goddamn, we need some Vaseline!" he said.
He spit on his cock to slick it up. He massaged her now with some of his saliva. "Oh, shit!" he said. "This is the best cock you've ever seen! Com'on, let me have it!"
He stuck the head of his cock to her pussy lips. She clutched it desperately, trying to work it in. She was pretty hot, too, now. She was hissing her breath, tugging at his prick to get it in.
He lifted her, and her legs went up, one on either side of him. She felt it going in, warm and deep.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "I've never had a thing like that in me!" She bucked up at him, then complained that he hurt.
He stopped and rested awhile, while she relaxed under him. Suddenly, he rammed it to the hilt, and she bucked and farted, writhing like a snake. He held on and fed it to her hard and deep.
"Oh, Gawd," she said over and over. "Oh, my Gawd!"
He came pretty soon, and when he erupted, she came with him. He spread her legs wider, and it was a furious moment. She groaned, and then it was over.
His cock wilted and came out. There was a bit of blood on it.
Jeanie felt sore as a boil inside. But she still wanted peter. She raised her legs, caught his cock and rubbed its head on her. "Fuck me again," she begged.
But he stayed limp. "Beat it," he said, putting on his pants and zipping up. She kept begging.
Next Squirt came along. He had his hard cock in her in a minute. He wasn't as big as her first fuck, but he was good. She was excited as she played with his balls.
"It's hard," he said.
"Well, keep it that way," she told him bucking up to get it in. He pumped his cock into her as fast as he could, until she whimpered. She felt him spout gobs of milky stuff into her, and then he pulled it out.
"I didn't finish," she told him.
"Okay," he said, "let some other guy do it to you!"
"You goddamned son-of-a-bitch!" she swore. But in seconds a third boy was pumping it to the hilt, jabbing her fast and rubbing her clit, making her squirm. She felt like an animal, a gorgeous, wanton animal, as her body craved all it could get. She panted and moaned in sheer delight. She felt her orgasm coming just as the boy's driving cock spouted, fountained, and he gasped, ramming her desperately.
They clung together, drenched and naked. He slow-fucked her until he lost his hard-on.
He pulled his long cock out of her slowly. She sighed deeply and said softly, "I got a lot of fuck left."
"Yeah, me too," he told her. But he couldn't get his pecker to rise again.
Jeanie sighed and said, "All right, let some other hard stud have at me!"
Jeanie fucked five boys that night.
The party got wild and loud. So loud that somebody called the cops and two carloads of them came to the scene. The young fellow that Jeanie had liked was among them. Some of the girls began sobbing and crying, but the young cop had eased up to Jeanie and was holding her hand. She felt better, like he was a big brother looking after her.
She didn't know what might have happened to Mona if it hadn't been for him. He had some pull with the judge and got her released.
Then he asked Jeanie for a date. She accepted, and it was the best date she'd ever had. He had a pretty good cock on him, and he knew how to use it. The first time, he fucked Jeanie into a sort of paradise.
"Nothing wrong with fucking," he said, "though I don't go for these swap parties. When I find a good piece of meat, I want to claim it solely as mine!"
Jeanie was willing to have it that way.
"I never had a woman like you," he told her, sticking his big cock deep into her. "You know what I mean? Most of 'em flop and open their legs-and shit, a damned nanny goat can do that!"
He was ramming her hard.
"You're getting it all, honey," she said.
She petted him and kissed him softly. He increased his goading, holding her ass with both hands. She writhed for it, gasped, and panted loudly. In another instant, they were both coming. He kept fucking it to her madly, losing his rhythm, almost losing her vagina, but finally thrusting deep and keeping it there while his semen drained from him. She felt it paint her in-sides.
Then they lay still. At last, he said, "You know I'm crazy for you!"
She cuddled and snuggled close. "You'll come to me when you really want it again?" she asked.
"Baby," he whispered, "I want it all the time!"
She reached down and her hand encircled his rising cock. "You know what we can do?" she asked.
"What?"
"Get married-buy a bed!"
"That's a fine idea," he said.