Introduction
"I'm no stranger to being cornholed. I had boyfriends who dug it and who used me that way before I went into slavery.
"I loosened my muscles there when he came in. It hurt some, but nothing to what it would have been like if I'd stayed tight-assed.
"John had this small head, but once he got a few inches into my rectum he got thick and then thicker. I thought I was going to be split. I've never had to open up that much. Christ, what a pole! I knew I had a prick in my ass, believe me!
"Beth was through her come. She asked him, 'Are you going into her anus?'
"I suppose he nodded. I still had my face buried between her thighs.
"She said, 'Give it to her good, dear!'
"He didn't have to be told. I was lucky his prick was coated with my cunt juices. It made taking him in the ass a lot easier.
"He got wedged in to where he was thickest. He was hissing and swearing and shoving, and I was biting my lips it hurt so bad. I was getting that feeling of having to shit, like having a huge turd ready to come out. Only this turd was going in!
"He had a good hold of my skinny hips and was screwing this way and that, getting a little deeper every second ... then glunk-the fattest part of that prick of his was inside, and he was all the way into my bowels, to the fucking hilt! That head of his was so far up into my guts it hurt. I never had a prick that far in before to where it hurt. I don't know how much he had-eight inches maybe. One motherfucker of a prick!
"John started working in and out, in and out, getting his pole slippery, getting me looser. He told Beth, 'Great ass!'
"She asked him, 'As good as mine, dear?'
"'Maybe.' He laughed. 'Lower sigmoid. I'm really getting tightening in the curve.
"I remember that, but I don't know what it means. I do know I had pain like lightning striking in there when he got the last fucking inch into my ass! But that was good. He started slapping up against my ass, burying that long, fat prick, and I started getting a spot of golden fire way up in there.
"My tongue was aching from working away at Beth's big clit. It hurt from applying pressure during the licking. But I forgot that. I was feeling the glory of another pain-come in my ass. For me, coming from the turning inside out of pain is the best. It wipes me out. I don't have to have my clit rubbed or anything, just enough pain, not too strong, and not too weak. John gave it to me when he cunt-fucked me and ass-fucked me.
"I wish every master had a whang like that. I was into my pleasure, all shivery and melting, when he pulled out. He was breathing fast and shaky. He said,. 'Turn around! Suck me!'
"I was in a daze. I pulled my face from Beth's crotch and turned on my knees, and there was John back on his heels, that curved prick sticking up, jerking and wobbling in the air, the skin pulled down to show the small head.
"That's my scene. Something that would turn anybody else off. I got a funny dizziness for a second, then I bent over and opened my mouth and clamped my lips over that prick head of his.
"It tasted awful and I got dizzy again for a second. I drove down on that prick as far as I could, till I had it all the way back in my throat and my lips couldn't stretch any bigger around, and I had that ugly taste all up and down my tongue.
"I was whimpering from some kind of emotion. I was far gone. I was happy in a weird slave way. I took my mouth off his prick and started to lick it clean. I noticed the dog, Hannibal, still over by the club chair, just sitting there with his head cocked, watching. His wet black nose was wrinkling as he picked up all the smells from us.
"Beth went over to the chair and sprawled in it, her legs wide open, her kimono left behind on the sofa. She said, 'Hannibal! Eat mother! Eat mother!'
"That dog got his muzzle up against her naked pussy and started lapping away, slurping into her lips. I could see Beth start to shiver and shake. Dogs love to lick a cunt. If a woman will let them. Most women get up-tight when a dog snuffles around their crotch.
"I kept on licking John's big prick. I got my tongue down into his curly red hair and wet it down. I didn't look up at him. I heard him say, 'Good girl, get it all clean."
"My mouth tasted ugly and gummy when I finished cleaning him off a minute or two later.
"John shifted back off his heels to his butt. He leaned back onto his elbows and said, 'Nancy, I want you to suck me off all the way now. Make it good. Lots of mouth friction and lots of tongue."
"I nodded and got on my hands and knees over his thighs. I dipped my head and scooped up the end of his wet prick with my tongue and mouth. I raised it up, still captured in my mouth, and began sucking hard and bobbing my head.
"He sighed. 'Yes. Exactly."
"I had my hands planted wide. My head rose and fell endlessly. I took his prick to the back of my throat, with my lips going down his thickening middle part till I nearly cracked my jaw. Up and down, up and down, till my tongue got tired of sliding this way and that and my jaw and neck and shoulder and arm muscles got tired.
"I didn't think I'd ever get him off. But slowly his belly muscles got tense. His chest pumped air faster. His prick got bigger and harder.
"John spent half the time watching me sucking his prick, and half the time watching Beth getting head from the Great Dane. From the corner of my eye I watched, too. The dog's long red prick was hanging out again. He was lapping her like crazy, slobbering all over her crotch. Beth was jerking and twitching and coming off all the time.
"Then the big dog gave a deep bark and jumped up his front feet on her breasts and shoulders and started jabbing that long, thin red rod of his at her cunt.
"Beth wasn't surprised. She laughed, all excited and said, all gaspy, 'Hannibal! You want to fuck your mother?'
"He barked loud. She slid lower and took his jabbing prick and got it inside her cunt.
"That dog fucked her like he'd done it lots of times. He wasn't scared. He thumped it into her!
"Seeing his wife getting it from the Dane got John all hot. He went off deep in my mouth.
"I got the first big shot in my throat, when I had my mouth full of his prick. I nearly choked. He pumped more and more jism as I sucked harder than ever, all-out, and bobbed my head as fast as I could.
"He moaned for me to stop. I obeyed. I kept as much of his jism as I could, and swallowed it. It helped wipe out some of the shit taste. I worked up as much saliva as I could, too, and swallowed.
"Beth couldn't take too much of the stabbing Hannibal was giving her cunt. She was quivering. She pushed him down just as he started to shoot off. The poor dog squirted all over the carpet. He barked and whined and ran around the room like he was crazy. He looked awfully big and dangerous for a minute. But he quieted down.
"John said, 'We should have let him finish in Nancy."
"Beth said yes, but he was too far gone and she didn't want to clean his stuff out of her vagina, so she had pushed him out.
"John went into the kitchen and got a wet rag and some rug stuff and cleaned the jism spots on the carpet.
"Everybody was naked. Skinny, bony John, with that long, soft meat swinging between his scrawny legs. And short, big-hipped Beth, with her saggy, wide tits and short, curled red hair. And me-button nose, long hair, big, nice tits and narrow ass.
"John told Hannibal to stay. Then he and Beth took me into a special room in the back of their house. They locked the door, which was thick and I guess soundproofed, from the way it fitted shut. The walls were cork paneling and the ceiling was a little lower than it should have been. It was cork.
"What made me nervous was the padded leather table with straps and buckles, and the chains and manacles hanging from the back wall.
"There were some cabinets against another wall. And the carpet was deep red and very thick and soft. Sounds just dropped dead in that room.
"John said, 'Lie on the table, Nancy. We're going to do things to you. On your back."
"I did it. They strapped me down with my knees tied to my chest. Then they put a gag into and over my mouth. Christ, did I feel helpless and alone and scared.
"I saw John get a couple of big fat rubber pricks from a drawer. He and Beth had fun picking out added extra attachments-french ticklers and sleeves of rubber bumps and a couple of torpedo vibrators that fitted inside the fake pricks.
"Then John and Beth came over to me and smiled down at me. They ran their hands into my crotch. They couldn't feel my tits. My knees were tied up against my tits. It sounds painful or at least uncomfortable, but it wasn't. The table was padded under the leather with foam rubber. The straps were snug but not too tight.
"They fiddled with my pussy. Beth said, 'She's slippery. She obviously likes the idea."
"John waggled his big rubber prick in front of my eyes. He had it loaded with some kind of ticklers and stiff with a vibrator. He said, 'Ten inches of dildo, Nancy. You're going to feel this all the way down to your toes."
"Beth showed me the one she had decorated with all kinds of rows of rubber bumps and with a big stick-up clit thumper at the base. She said, 'Ten inches, too, so get yourself prepared for a thrill of a lifetime."
"They let me watch as they smeared some slick goop from a tube over the pricks. Then they moved down to the end of the table and I knew I was just about to get royally fucked with those things.
"I had slimy guts and I was gaspy with fear. Ten inches! Those rubber pricks had looked a helluva lot thicker and longer than John's real prick ... and he'd been all I could handle without rupturing or something.
"I wondered-did Sandra take those things all the way? I thought maybe she had room for them in her big black belly ... and ass. Then I stopped thinking about anything. I started to feel."
One wonders if there is actually such a thing as an orgy these days. Beyond the explicit definition of orgy are some rather subtly implied limitations. For example, when one uses the word, a certain rarity or infrequency is implied, something on the order of what is conjured up with use of the word saturnalia. These days, the social get-together which used to be referred to as an orgy is far too common to any longer carry the distinction of being 'special.' Furthermore, the 'orgies' of today are as experimentative and as innovative as any we find in historical references. The saturnalias of ancient Rome, especially those hosted by such emperors as Caligula and Nero, entertained twenty or thirty members of each sex, all high-born (according to the historian Tacitus). Measured against this, consider weekly Southern California parties-admittedly handled in a commercial fashion-where as many as two hundred couples are turned away at the gate for lack of facilities. Therefore, as was said, it seems that the specialization connoted by the word orgy has been lost by dilution in these early 1970's.
Be that as it may, there is a phenomenon which occurs in the more progressive areas of the United States which is definitely orgiastic in nature and which has a great deal in common with some of the more notorious sex parties of history. This phenomenon is called swinging. It is not really quite the same as swapping, since the latter term implies that several married couples get together and simply trade partners. In other words, no one gives up anything, no one really gets together en masse, because swappers seem to be predisposed to sneak off, a couple at a time, to a dark bedroom. Swingers, on the other hand, are much more apt to assemble in one bed-as many as the bed will hold, usually-and there's a great deal of troilistic and pluralistic interplay. There are other differences between swingers and swappers, althouth it is not a simple matter to make the exact delineations. In order to make this clear, let us begin with some of the known fact and fancy which surrounds the current thinking about swinging.
A century ago, Charles Baudelaire wrote:
The human animal is more victim to its appetites than any other-not because he yields to them, but precisely because he does not. Today's withheld desire is tomorrow's curse. Science has not yet graphed any curve nearly so destructive.
Baudelaire's biographers do not paint him as much of a swinger, but that's immaterial; his attitude and outlooks must have been on a line with those of today's swinger, else he could not have penned the above. He captured, in those few words, the fundamental credo of the swinger, who believes that a large-viewed approach to interrelationships of all kinds is not only a pleasant way to live, but a healthy one as well. The appetites of men usually represent underlying urgencies which cannot be continually repressed or suppressed without some manner of cost to the individual.
We don't know for sure from classical literature of very many swingers as such. Those supersexual libertines of antiquity may or may not have been swingers-it's difficult to tell from dry chronicles whether this person or that was a swinger because the chroniclers are rarely able to tell us the frame of mind of the subject, or his particular perceptions of the world and people around him. Generally speaking, someone like Nero can be dismissed as a nonswinger, despite his notoriously loose sexual habits. For one thing, peoples' lives depended on his whim; for another, his history is one of self-service and indifference to others.
Granting the shortcomings of generalities, it is probably safe to say that the greater a man's authority, the more difficult it will be for him to align to the outlook of the swinger. Kings, lords, presidents, senators, jurists, and persons of like or just lesser authority are not very good swinger material, simply because they represent the cold, unloving and suspicious world of acquisition.
On the other hand, some hold that the lowest cultural, educational and economic levels are made up largely of small-minded, unimaginative prudes. This very large group of people, some believe, makes poor swinger material, because there seems to be a correlation between underachievement and lack of imagination, and most people contend that swinging requires imagination.
For this same reason-lack of imagination-many adherents of the cultural status-quo, it is believed, cannot be swingers because rigid conservatism or religiosity do not ordinarily go hand-in-hand with curious and experimentative approaches to life and the living of it.
There are many subgroups of people who would be very uncomfortable as swingers. People with significant insecurities in their personality makeup are very poor candidates, for example, and there are a great many such people. It is much easier to select and describe the nonswinger types than it is the good prospects.
To responsibly explain who the swingers are, and from what cross-sections of the community they come will require that the mind of the swinger be examined more thoroughly, as well as what it is he really seeks. It is simplistic to suggest that the arrangements and purposes of the swinger is exclusively sexual. It would be dishonest to promote the idea that swingers and swappers are from the same cut of cloth-their philosophies are markedly different, as is the value of the relationships which develop among the two groups.
Literature gives us accounts of various groups of free-living, free-loving groups during other eras, yet these most often were closely allied with cultish concepts, wherein the homogenous group was also engaged in the activist business of rejecting the rest of the world. Ancient Rome, for example, indulged in a great deal of pluralistic and seemingly indiscriminate sexual activity, but the historical texts we have read indicate anything but a swinging view. The Romans seem to have had a self-serving and completely in-directed view of sex for sex's sake. So, too, have many other cultures. The erotic customs of the Syrians, Persians and Greeks found their way into the eventual Roman sexual attitude and certainly contributed to the later refinements. The Romans, oddly, found it necessary to cloak their sexual activity in religious trappings, although little encouragement was needed to get the people to take part. In fact, group sex is an explicit function in that form of marriage known as polyandrous (in old texts: omnigamous), in which all or many of a (small) group of people are married to each other severally and without value distinctions between any of the partnerships and any other partnerships. In these cases (usually coming to us from Vedic India and certain other Oriental cultures), sex did not automatically occur between all members who could legally thus engage, but it was there if they wanted it.
Certain treatises have purported that this was one of the earlier of marriage forms and probably existed in diverse cultures. Their reasoning is that group sex only becomes an antisocial or antireligious concept after societies and religions reach a rather high stage in development. For example, the Ausi, a people of Libya, cohabited so loosely with their women that all of the children of the tribe were considered to be the community property of the tribe until they were old enough to walk alone, at which time they were brought by their mothers into a public assembly of the people. The adult male to whom the child first spoke was then required by law to be acknowledged as the father.
Group sex is still quite popular among the primitives and semi-primitives of the modern world; the Samoans of which Margaret Mead writes regard sex as an amusing and somewhat frivolous activity. Samoan society is a nonpareil of smoothness, possibly related to the fact they considered sexual to be little more than play, permissable in all heterosexual and homosexual expressions; any sort of variation is an artistic addition.
In the vastness of Africa is to be found representation of every sexual practice and custom known to man. There is a great deal of sexual freedom known to all the tribes. Several tribes of the Nile are openly promiscuous. Their attitudes are that free love, group sex, and the orgy are all normal and natural. Among these tribes are the Babau, the Koronga, and the Mesakim, who teach birth control to children. Young boys of the Massai tribe (famous for their warring inclinations) are taught coitus interruptus; likewise their young girl partners are taught to finish off the withdrawn members of their paramours by either masturbation or fellatio. Girls are instructed in the use of contraceptive tampons, which are made of oiled animal skins. Several Congolese tribes also give sex instruction to children. During the day the children accompany the adults of the village for various instructive techniques in actual demonstration. At night, the children return to special huts, where they practice what they have witnessed, exchanging partners at will.
It is probably reasonable to assume that the Middle Ages, the Renaissance, the Victorian era, and the early twentieth century were all pretty much similar in their general suppression of sexual activity as an enjoyment. Too, it is likely there have always been small pockets of rebels in all these cultures who have refused to abide by the general proscriptions. The truth is that wild tales have sifted down through the ages from the French, Viennese, Indians, and others, but much of this could have been wishful thinking.
In any event, the ancient sexual activities were secret for the most part and did not represent a national current. Nor did they have the idea of love and trust and openness. In a manner of speaking, the world probably has not had swingers, in the fullest sense, in very many-if any-earlier cultures. This is almost certainly due to the scope of awareness which has been brought on by the shrinking of the world and the dissemination of attitudes by means of communication.
As we proceed with the following accounts, it will undoubtedly become apparent that many parallels do exist in any comparison of the sexual mores of the past and the present. At the same time, it should also be clear that there is something unique about the swinging scene that does actually set it apart.
As we continue on, it will be seen that the possible situations are many, and that the absolutely inflexible rules are few.