High School Swap Party Case
Subject: Chatty Griggs, seventeen-year-old high school senior, sexually knowledgeable but seeking fuller acceptance by her peers, resulting in a swapping arrangement with her school friends.
"Tricia said some pretty hot things about you," Chatty giggled as she moved about on the sofa, tucking her legs beneath her as she sought a more comfortable position. Her short skirt had creeped high enough to give Bud Hawthorne a pleasing view of her lush thigh flesh.
"Oh, hell, you're only kidding. What could Tricia say about me? We only fucked a few times and I didn't really get down to business with her."
"Oh, she told me plenty," Chatty laughed. "But let's forget about her now. This wine you've been feeding me is sure turning me on. I think I'm getting drunk."
Bud clinked his glass against hers. "Let's drink a toast to you and me."
"You and me?"
"Yeah, you're my baby! And I'm gonna give you all I've got, which is quite a lot!"
Chatty shivered and took a long swallow of wine. Then she gave him an innocent look. "I-I don't know what you mean."
"Feel here, baby!" he ordered, smiling faintly. "I've got something special, and it's all just for you!"
"Very special?"
He nodded and stood up. Chatty was acutely aware of his hard cock tenting out his pants as he rested a hand on her bare shoulder. She grabbed his cock through the cloth of his trousers and twisted her body to capture the delicious pressure of his fingers on her tits. She squeezed his dick, and he groaned.
"I'm warning you now, Chatty," he told her. "I'm no kid, and I'm not easily satisfied. If we go any further, it's all the way. Is that understood?"
Chatty managed a fluttering smile. God, his cock was so big! So big it might hurt her! "I-I understand," she stammered. "Jim already told me. But let's do it right. Let's go into the bedroom."
Chatty Griggs had been going steady with Jim Huff for some time, and with their crowd that meant all the privileges of marriage. Bud Hawthorne had shacked up with Tricia Marlow, but the time had come when their sexual and romantic pleasures were fading. Bud had confided in his friend, Jim, and both boys had agreed to a swap arrangement if the girls were willing. It took some talking on Tricia's part to get Chatty to agree. Jim was the only boy she'd ever let fuck her. She'd entered into the arrangement expecting a full, exciting, and meaningful sex life. She'd expected sex to be the most important thing in their relationship, but, unfortunately, she was soon disillusioned.
The disappointment had come soon and quickly. She'd gone to Jim, a virgin, and the first time he'd rammed his not-too-big dick in her, it hurt like hell. Perhaps Jim was too bent on his own pleasure to considers hers. Anyway, Chatty, an inhibited person, had naively assumed that her sexual fears would disappear after the first fuck job. They didn't. That first bad experience was a bad teacher, and she'd told Tricia, "If that's all there is to fucking, to hell with it!"
Tricia had tried to tell her what the shouting was all about. "Bud's big and good," she'd bragged, "and when he fucks me, I know I've been fucked! He knows all about sex, and he's had experience."
"Before Jim and I did it that first time, all I wanted was sex," Chatty confided. "But the whole thing is a drag, and Jim doesn't turn me on. Before that first fuck, I trembled all over if he simply touched me. Now-well, I have orgasms, but it's strange-they're orgasms without passion."
Any woman can probably have an orgasm if she and her partner use the right techniques. But when a woman talks about being "turned on," she's referring to a totally different feeling, the giving and receiving of pleasure, the body-and-soul experience of being female. The essence of sexual union is not orgasm; it is pleasure. And there is as much variety of sexual pleasures as there are individual human beings.
Tricia's parents were away on a fishing trip, and in the quiet, semi dark bedroom, Bud leaned over Chatty, gazing down at her naked breasts. They were nice breasts, Chatty knew, round and gentle and set wide apart, with pale pink peaks pointing outward. They were the color of rose petals, darkening and contracting into hard little buds as Bud took them between his lips.
"Oooh!" She stirred. "Is this how you make love to Tricia?" she asked.
He kissed her belly. "Yes," he said softly, browsing contentedly.
Chatty's hands played up and down his spine, felt under him, and found his stiff cock. It was pressed into her belly, and, God, it was big!
"Did you fuck Tricia yesterday?" she questioned.
"No."
"The day before?"
"What difference does it make?"
"Here, on this bed? On these sheets?"
"Oh, Christ!" he swore in exasperation.
Chatty began urging him and coaxing with her body, yet holding back, too, allowing him merely to tease and touch her to a certain degree.
"Is Tricia good?" she asked lazily. "Does she do this?" Chatty tilted her hips and rotated them against him. "Does she?"
"No," he whispered.
"Or this?"
He groaned. "Oh, damn you!"
Chatty laughed huskily. "How about this?"
She ran her hand over his hot belly, then down his naked hip. His cock lay close to her gaping pussy, big and long and throbbing. It was damp on its silky textured, mauve head.
She grasped the thick, hairy base with her right hand and raised his hard, blood-filled cock. She tried to shut out the sound of Tricia and Jim in the next room. She knew the two were naked and that Jim was sinking his cock into Tricia's body. She heard their moans and the making of wet sounds as their mouths fed each other.
Bud said throatily, "Come on, Chatty. Let me fuck you!"
His big, athlete's hands pinned her to the bed. He pushed down with his body until his thick, hard cock pushed open the lips of her juicy cunt.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax and cooperate. He pushed harder, and his big cock spread the lips of her pussy until she screamed out. "Oh, Jesus Christ, you're big, and you hurt!"
She clasped his cock with both hands.
Bud moaned and cursed, "Oh, shit!" He started thrusting his sensitive, hard flesh at her.
She held his prick to prevent it from entering her cunt again. "Oh, Bud, go easy!" she begged.
She let him get the head between her pussy lips again. He rested it there a moment, and it didn't feel so bad. Chatty relaxed. Before she knew it, her lips worked to thrust his cock deep into her. It ripped and tore into her body, going deep. She almost fainted from the hot pain of it.
It was hell, and it was heaven. After a few moments, some of the pain passed. Bud had almost all of his cock in her now. She played with his scrotum and tickled his anus with her fingertip.
"Oh, holy Christ!" he panted. His belly was rigid, and the muscles in his thighs were rock hard.
He jabbed her a few times and she gritted her teeth to endure it.
"Jesus! Jesus!"
Already, he was coming! She felt his cock expand inside her, felt his sperm explode, and now it was a joyous, eager excitement as he plunged into her faster, deeper. An animal sound tore from his throat as spurts of semen continued to splash deep into her cunt.
Chatty whimpered under him, wondering when the sweet agony would end. She was having an orgasm. He lay on her, and she felt his cock softening.
He relaxed and sighed, "You're a good fuck, Chatty. You really dig my cock, don't you?"
She lifted her head and nodded, then moved and cuddled against him.
Once more, his cock hardened, and he forced it into her. The pain wasn't quite so bad this time. He fucked her three times.
Later, they sat up, and through the opened door, they watched Jim and Tricia. Tricia was naked, blonde, a shadow in the weak light. She was on her back, under Jim, holding her legs high. Jim's cock went in and out of her open, defenseless cunt as he gasped and lunged and slapped hard against her thighs with every move.
Chatty watched Tricia's face. It was a picture of pleasure. She was crying and sobbing, "Not yet! Oh, don't go off yet! Not yet! Wait for me!"
They were both on the edge of a climax. Tricia began spasming, clawing, babbling. Jim was shooting in her, his face a distorted mask.
Chatty felt a quick accumulation of pleasure tensions and knew she was out of control. She felt herself coming. Bud's finger was in her cunt, searching her clitoris. She closed her eyes and arched her neck back. Her pleasure boiled up and overflowed. She couldn't contain a long, soft, "Ahhh"
A moment later, she was wanting Bud to fuck her. She scooted close to his warm body.
But he pushed her back and said, "What say we get a drink?"
"All right." Chatty sat up and reached for her dress. She slipped it on while Bud got into his shirt and pants. She hated to see his delicious cock get covered up. He left his shoes and socks under the bed.
They left the bedroom and went down the hall to the kitchen. Jim and Tricia must have worn themselves out. They lay on the bed, gasping and panting.
Chatty knew she had a lot to learn about sex. So when Charley Snare, a Protestant minister, came to town for a series of talks, she went to hear him. His specialty was trying to talk teenagers out of premarital sex.
"I never preach," Chatty heard him tell a reporter. "You lose kids immediately if you preach. I talk about what's the smart thing to do, rather than what's right or wrong. These kids prefer an intellectual approach to a churchy one-because to them the church stands for bigotry and the killing of all fun."
He said in his first lecture that great, uninhibited sex was a creation that God made for people to have a ball with, but that there were a lot of hang ups along the way.
"Holding back the physical urges until you're sure enough to get married is the smart thing to do; but if you can't-if you've had intercourse and are unable to stop it-then you've got to be responsible for your partner, and careful not to use the person in a cheap way. That's what's hurting young people who practice the 'new morality.' So many times, one of them is being used for the gratification of the other, and both of them suffer from realizing it."
Chatty wondered if that's what Jim Huff had done to her. Because Reverend Snare talked against premarital sex, many of the kids and young adults thought he was prudish. "You're out of it, Doc," they'd say. "You can't sell that bag anymore."
Of course, many of the kids' parents engaged in swapping partners, and the kids knew it. And it was getting to be a pretty common practice among the high school crowd. Kids will imitate their elders, you know.
On the other hand, because he publicly advocated contraceptives for those who couldn't resist, some of the older adults considered him far-out and said he was going to hell!
"The kids are what count," he'd grin. "They dig me."
But Chatty didn't quite dig him. The more she listened, the more confused she became. He had approached thousands of teen-agers around the country through lectures at schools and universities. At the beginning of each lecture, he would ask the members of the audience to close their eyes to shut out their neighbors. Then he would ask, "Do you think you were given an adequate education at home to prepare you for sex?"
Fewer than 5 per cent of the audience said yes.
Chatty's own parents had told her very little about sex. Her high school course in sex education had been confusing, and the most of what she knew, she'd gotten from Jim Huff and Tricia Mar-low.
After the kids had answered, Preacher Snare would continue, "Now, that isn't right, is it? Folks scream that kids are bad, but you can't expect them to cope with something if they're not prepared. And parents are doing nothing to prepare their kids for sex!"
Doctor Snare made it plain that he believed sex education should begin in the home.
And early.
"My advice to parents," he said, "is that it's better to teach too much too soon than to teach too little too late. By the age of ten or twelve, your child has sex coming at him from everywhere-his peers, movies, TV, advertising and books. The kids who really get fractured are those who move into this confusion without a home environment to sort out the facts for them. Fathers should sit down with their kids when they're real young and tell them what's good and what's bad. Give them all the proper definitions, including dirty words, defined without the aura of naughtiness that's only going to confuse them later."
He said one evening that the greatest sex training of all for a child to see was a loving, tender, father-mother relationship.
"Talk to your kids and listen, but don't preach," Doctor Snare advised. "That's one reason the church today can't help young people. Kids turn it off, for it has sinned against youth by being tragically selfish, in opposition to their ideals."
Maybe kids will come back to the church when it turns honest.
Chatty talked privately with Doctor Snare. She told him about her love for Jim and asked what she should do about sleeping with him. In the course of an hour, while she talked, he never said more than "yes" or "no," or "uh-huh." But at the end, she clutched his hand and thanked him from the bottom of her heart for solving her problem!
It was only a little later that she realized her problem wasn't really solved. She continued to "go steady" with Jim Huff, and they kept up the swapping business with Bud and Tricia. They even branched out with other couples.
The trouble was that Chatty could never decide if what they were doing was right or wrong. And the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.