The High School Sport Of Swapping
"Damn you, Bryce, I think your cock juice has made me pregnant this time." Nina sobbed as she verbally attacked her boyfriend. "I told you to wear a rubber that time, but you wouldn't listen. Now look at the trouble you have gotten me into. You'll just have to marry me." With those words Nina broke into heavy sobs, throwing herself down on the car seat in seemingly wretching despair.
Bryce and Nina got married. They were still both in high school. In the small town where they lived, early marriages were not unusual and there was nothing thought out-of-the-ordinary in their actions. Five days after they were married by a justice of the peace, Nina bled all over the place. They discovered she was not pregnant.
Sex had been good while they were doing it on the sly. Bryce's average cock and Nina's hot box worked well together. Bryce had learned to adjust his speed to suit Nina, and she'd moan and say he was damned good. Maybe Nina was just an average piece of ass, but to Bryce she was the world's greatest cunt. They had a hell of a good time fucking together.
The night when they thought Nina had become pregnant, old Bryce pumped his prick to her, his heart pounding fast as he fucked away. When his ass began tightening up, she begged him to kiss her.
She took her hands away from his pumping ass and pulled his handsome face to hers. She let him have it with her pelvic muscles, giving him the works. He was getting weak, but he was still in there, fighting. Once, while he gasped for air, she shoved her tongue into his open mouth.
He moaned and fucked her until his eyes started popping out of his head.
"Oh, Christ!"
He'd started to come. He kept coming until there was nothing left to come.
With Bryce's screwing, Nina felt she had become a woman. She'd given Bryce the best she had, which proved to be plenty. She'd fucked him until he was ready to drop, and she'd wanted to do it again. She felt as if she could fuck forever.
When they finally got off the couch and dressed, Bryce gave her a quick, chaste kiss. "That was heaven," he'd sighed. "That's what a guy lives for!"
"It's the same with a girl," Nina said.
But after the pregnancy scare, things changed.
Though Nina was taking the pill, she had lost her confidence. Even though they were now married, they knew they couldn't afford to have any children right away. At night, Bryce's hands would roam over Nina's body. He's squeeze her breasts and roll them about, all the time pleading for her to feel his cock.
She'd rub her hands across his hard thighs, grab his hard cock and suck in her breath.
"Oh, Jesus!" she'd sigh.
But when he'd roll onto her, she'd buck and try to fight him off. He'd find her nest with gentle fingers, and she'd gasp. He would moan, and finally, he would have it in her. She'd hold him tightly, scissoring him with her legs, her knees held high. They would writhe upon the bed.
During the process of copulation, everything would be good. Nina had a little slit, and Bryce's cock just fit. He'd go into her far and deep.
"You feel great," she'd whisper in his ear.
"You're good, too. Oooo-"
She'd writhe her loins and beg, "Suck me! Suck my tits!" She would push her breast toward his mouth, and he would lunge at it eagerly. She'd serpentine sinuously as he mouthed her nipple. She'd open her legs wider, as if wanting all of him-even more than he could give. He'd ram and buck, battering her wantonly. She'd squeal and gasp.
"It's so good. Don't stop-" He'd hold her hips with both hands and feed it to her steadily. "How's that?" he'd ask.
"Divine! Honey, you don't know what you do to me!"
"I can guess!" He'd pump harder.
Then, just before the climax, she would beg him to take it out. Most often, he would ignore her pleadings.
Once, however, he laughed and pulled it out. He wiped it on a handkerchief, then said, "I'll keep it out if you'll suck it!"
He wiggled his cock toward her mouth, trying to make her mouth it.
But she wouldn't.
"No," she said. "It would make me vomit."
He forced her legs apart and rammed it into her deep again. His rushing orgasm convulsed him-it came so fast. He sort of screamed out at the intensity of it and jerked wildly in the excruciating anguish of his ejaculation.
When it was over, they both collapsed. Nina started crying. "What if you got me pregnant, Bryce," she sobbed.
Bryce rolled on his back, his prong still sticking up, and shrugged. "So, what if I did?" he asked.
"I-I don't want to have a baby, Bryce. Besides, we can't afford to have a baby."
A quarrel would usually ensue, and it wasn't long until their sex lives became pretty dreary. Even after Nina was convinced that the pill would keep her from becoming pregnant, their sex lives continued to be a drag. Too much fear and too much quarreling had ruined what had once been pretty great.
Both Nina and Bryce, of course, knew about the high school swap parties. It was Bryce who convinced Nina they ought to join one of the groups and try to revive what they'd lost.
After much coaxing, Nina agreed to try it with just one other couple to start with. She let Bryce choose Ellen Greer and Tom Spade.
"We'll do it in separate rooms," Nina insisted. She knew she'd get jealous if she watched Bryce fuck another woman.
That first time the foursome got together at Nina and Bryce's apartment, Nina got cold feet. Maybe it was because Tom Spade approached her too roughly and too quickly. Anyway, she felt it was just raw sex he was after, and she refused to let him get in her panties. But Bryce and Tom fucked Ellen that night, and Nina was left panting.
The boys set Ellen to work on Nina. "Nina," she said one day, "I've got a book you ought to read. "What's it about?" Nina inquired. "Swap parties."
Now, Nina loved Bryce, and she wanted to keep their marriage. And though sex with him wasn't very thrilling of late, there were many outstanding things about him. She had enough sense to know that the sex thing was as much her fault as his.
"Let me see the book," she said.
Ellen went home and got it.
The two girls spent the whole afternoon reading and discussing the book. In the end, Nina decided to try the swapping again. She told Bryce about her decision that night.
"The only thing," she said, "I still insist on separate rooms."
"All right," Bryce said. "We'll fuck separately."
The next evening the four of them met again at Bryce and Ellen's apartment. Immediately, Ellen led Bryce off to one of the bedrooms.
Tom worked more carefully with Nina this time. He even went into the bathroom to undress. When he came back, naked, his ample cock was getting hard. He ambled up to Nina and shook it at her. "Maybe this will give you the thrill you need," he said.
Nina had managed to undress down to her panties and bra. She let her bra drop from her shoulders and studied the reflection of her nice breasts in the mirror. She had dark, spike like nipples.
"I can hardly wait to get my hands on your tits," Tom said. "Tell me when-"
"Now, Tom," Nina said.
He grabbed both bulbous boobies in his hot hands and played with them.
"Ooooh," Nina said, "that feels good!"
Tom pulled her panties off and said, "Hell, you excite me, baby! And I know what you need!" He grinned and pushed her onto the bed. "You need daddy to eat your cunt!"
"Ooooh, Tom!"
She let him lick up and down her slit. Then his head came up, and his lips clamped to hers. She felt his cock flatten against her belly as his tongue stroked in and out of her mouth. She writhed upward, rubbing her erect nipples against his hairy chest. Little darts of delight traveled through them and on to other parts of her body. Her cunt was getting warmer. It was moistening.
Tom ran his hands over her buttocks. He stroked a thick finger up and down her crack, teasing her asshole. Nothing turned Nina on like having her ass petted.
"Oh, Tom, fuck me!" she cried.
He bent over her. "Grab my cock," he ordered. "Now, guide it in!"
She gripped his cock and arched herself, trying to drive her tit into his mouth as he plunged into her. His cock was bigger than Bryce's, and it completely filled her.
She gasped and lifted her thighs, and his cock slipped deeper into her slit. She quivered with excitement and wiggled to give him greater pleasure and to receive it for herself. He kneaded her breasts as he stroked his cock in and out of her cunt.
His cock was big and full, going in and out of her pussy, finding her clit. His fingers pinched her tingling nipples, and pulsations of pure pleasure traveled through her body, colliding somewhere deep inside and exploding into warm waves which radiated outward. Her mouth lolled open, and his tongue stabbed into it.
She felt his cock throbbing inside her. She primed herself to enjoy all of his meat she could get. Tom was giving her pure, wonderful hell!
She rocked and writhed, causing his cock to slip out. He quickly got it back in and centered its head on her clit. That set off her climax, and luscious, warm tremors went all through her.
"Oh, Christ-oooh, Jesus!" she cried out.
He kept pumping into her wet, throbbing cunt until he was satisfied. After he'd shot his semen, he fell slack upon her. His juices drained out of her and ran down her legs.
She opened her eyes and gazed dreamily up at him, still feeling his hard prick in her snatch. She drew back, and it slipped out with a plash.
"Baby, you've got the hottest cunt in the world," he praised.
She giggled and told him, "And you've got a wonderful cock on you!"
They dressed slowly, then went back to the living room. Bryce and Ellen emerged from the other bedroom.
"How did it go?" Bryce asked.
"Oh, it was filthy!" Nina laughed. "Tom gave me a vigorous, hard-prick screw!"
Bryce gave Ellen a quick hug. "We'll all have to try this again soon," he said.
Much of the marital strain was lessened for Bryce and Nina after that. Tom passed it around what a good lay Nina was, and it wasn't long until Bryce and she were branching out with other swappers, sometime as many as five and six couples at one time.
Several other high school girls, sort of trapped and lost, with a useless feeling and a dull, dreary existence, approached Nina and asked about swap parties. High school kids are joiners, and it wasn't long until a real swinging group was organized.
There was more than one reason why the swap party was so popular among the high school kids. The chief one, however, was that it cost no money, and most of the kids were short on spending money.
And nothing thrilled the kids more than a good swap party, where one could taste of a half-dozen forbidden fruits. A hard prick or a good, hot cunt were the only prerequisites for joining up. And it gave kids the feeling they were living like adults.
It was a sport better than football or any elaborate TV program. It was better than any game in which you were required to score a number of points. And it cut down on girls squabbling with their parents over clothes. Few clothes were needed for a successful swap party.
One high school boy said of his girl, "Yesterday was Betty's birthday. We had a nice dinner with a couple of friends."
"And what did you give her?" someone asked.
"I let Pete give her a sample of his nine-inch cock. She's been complaining about my seven-inch one which she's felt for two years."
Teachers, suspicious of these swap parties, have begun to show serious concern. They have begun to speak out against preoccupation with material things which, they say, is causing neglect of deeper values.
"What's material about fucking?" one high school boy asked. "And I just bet our principal and most of his teachers haven't had one really good piece of ass in their whole lives!"
The high school guidance counselor said privately that the kids weren't running away from anything, as adults sometimes do. "They're coming into a new way of life that is maturing them, pointing a way to greater personal freedom and happiness."
The kids all hope that he is right.