Chapter 1
The Neighborly Kind
"I glanced around the comfortable kitchen, pleasantly surprised at how familiar Ginger's house seemed in so short a time. Frank and I had moved into the neighborhood only three weeks before, and Ginger, who lived down the block, had gone out of her way to make us feel welcome.
"Ginger grinned as she held out a plate heaped with delicious-looking cookies. 'Go ahead,' she invited, 'help yourself. With a bod like that you can afford to indulge."
"I took a cookie and tried not to show how pleased I was at her comment on my figure. There was something about Ginger that made me aware of all I didn't have-a fine education, a go-getter husband, a fat nest egg. Our house was the basic model, but Ginger's was the deluxe type. I was more than a little jealous.
"I nibbled on the cookie and studied Ginger from under the sweeping expanse of my new eyelashes. It was just as well that she watched what she ate. Ginger had the kind of lush body that could go downhill quickly if she wasn't careful, a sort of over-ripe quality. But there, in a flame hot-pants outfit with sheer pantyhose underneath, she was unquestionably sexy. There was a mirror on the wall, one of those fancy ones, and in it I watched both of us as Ginger poured coffee. She was red-haired and big, busty and rounded all over. Her heavy hair fell nearly to her waist, and her cute outfit did nothing to disguise the fact that there was a lot of woman underneath.
"I had to admit that I looked like something out of a church choir next to her. I'm a honey blonde with the sweet kind of face and cute figure that keeps looking like an ad for breakfast food or something, no matter what you do to it. I'd always resented my looks. Men tended to treat me like china, even Frank. His lovemaking was entirely too gentle. ... In the four years of our marriage I'd never once felt really satisfied.
"It was as if Ginger could read my mind. She suddenly looked at me closely and bent over the table, bringing her ripe lips an inch or so from my own. 'You know, I should be jealous of you. My Carl would give anything to fuck you."
"I didn't know what to say. Her unexpected statement did a funny thing to me ... it got me sort of hot! I felt a sudden rush of moisture between my thighs at the thought of Carl wanting to fuck me and at the way Ginger had so casually mentioned it.
"My reaction seemed to be a lot more obvious than I thought. Ginger brought her lips even closer to mine. 'I really don't blame him, Jean. ... Not at all."
"Before I could move, Ginger's warm, clinging, lipsticked mouth was on mine. A thousand tiny fingers drummed on the insides of my thighs as the tip of her tongue slithered into my mouth. It was crazy! Here I was, a normal housewife with a handsome husband who fucked me regularly, kissing a woman and getting hot! It made no sense. After all, I was sexually satisfied, wasn't I?
"A million things passed through my mind in the eternity of that kiss. I quickly reviewed my sex life, and the little I knew of homosexual love. Bed with Frank was fucking in a calm, tender way. Nothing more. How many nights had I tossed and turned, wishing for something more? And homosexual love, sex between two women, how did that work?
"I returned Ginger's tonguing passionately as I considered the little I knew of lesbianism. Would Ginger use her mouth on me? Would she actually kiss my pussy? Lick it? Then her hands went to my breasts and I stopped thinking about anything.
"She broke the kiss long enough to whisper into my ear, 'Let's go into the bedroom, darling. Then I can kiss you all over. Every delicious inch of you----'
"She held my hand as she led the way down the hallway to the plush master bedroom. The kingsized bed had a fake white fur spread and a dozen furry little pillows in a riot of colors. In a daze, I watched Ginger scoop up a pile of these pillows and heap them at the foot of the bed. Her fair skin was flushed, and her blue eyes were glazed with excitement.
"She kissed me hard, then roughly pushed me down on the bed so that my hips were at the edge, just over the mound of pillows. She knelt on them and pushed my legs apart. I felt like a fish out of water, floundering on the too-soft bed on my back, fully dressed in my frilly underthings, my summery full-skirted dress and even my high heels, while this woman spread my legs and brought her sexy face to my panty-covered crotch. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me, more exciting than the tender fucking my husband gave me every few nights. I hoped Ginger liked the taste of pussy juice, because I knew I must be soaked, even through the silky panties.
"'I can't wait . ... ' she whispered thickly. 'I have to kiss your pretty little cunt, your adorable little pussy...."
"An electric shock passed through me as her lips skimmed over my slit. The cloth between us seemed to melt into nothingness. The realization that this woman whom I barely knew was kissing my pussy was unbearably thrilling. Almost at once Ginger moaned into my slit, her lips hard against me. It wasn't until she pulled away a few seconds later that I realized Ginger had come from her brief kissing of my wet crotch. I think I would have orgasmed myself if I'd been aware of it at the time.
"Ginger recovered quickly. She got up and pulled me to my feet. 'Watch me,' she ordered, her breasts heaving with her obvious excitement. First she pulled off the orange top, a jersey pullover loose enough to hint at the shape of her large breasts without actually revealing them. Her bra was a wisp of fabric which she removed quickly. Before I could get a good look at her naked tits, she was bending over, skimming off the orange hot pants. Then she stood up.
"She was like something out of a magazine-only more-because Ginger was about as three-dimensional as you can get. All she wore was the sheer pantyhose. Her flesh was smooth and highly colored. I'd never seen such large or beautiful breasts in my life. They were like two jutting melons hanging from her nicely-shaped ribcage, with just enough of a hint of sag to make them sway ever so slightly as she stood there watching me watch her. The cleft between the huge tits was deep, and Ginger's nipples were the pouty kind, the kind that ask to be kissed and sucked. Her ample waist was cut by the band of her pantyhose, and I thought that Ginger looked far more naked in them then she possibly could without the garment. The dark indentation of her navel was shadowed by the nylon, and her crotch was shockingly naked under the sheer fabric. Ginger wasn't a natural redhead. The hair on her plump cunt was a light brown and wiry enough to pierce the nylon in several places. Her thighs were rounded and her tapering legs long and shapely.
"Without removing the pantyhose, Ginger came to me. She put her arms around me and her kiss was demanding. Her body felt warm and lush against me, and her beautiful tits burned through the fabric of my dress. I was suddenly as eager to be naked as Ginger. As if once more reading my mind, the woman began unbuttoning my dress, her slim fingers undoing the bodice quickly. When it was opened to the waist, Ginger reached in and covered my breast with her hand. She squeezed hard over the fabric, sending little electric shocks straight into my creaming pussy. Then Ginger reached inside the bra and tightened her fingers on my naked tit. She was much more brutal this time, squeezing roughly. I was amazed to feel tremendous pleasure through the moment of pain. When she withdrew her hand I was almost panicky at the loss. But she settled into stripping me immediately.
"I felt the dress leave my body, and my eyes closed as I became Ginger's to do with as she pleased. I was dimly aware of her sighs of pleasure as she took off my bra. Then there was a moment of silence, followed by a hot mouth drawing one of my girlish little nipples into its moist depths. She tongued it briefly while her other hand roughly palmed my other tit, bringing on another wave of pain-pleasure. I nearly fell back onto the bed, but the stronger woman made me hold my ground.
"Ginger removed her wonderful mouth and resumed her task of making me naked. She had my panties off in a flash and immediately brought a hand to my sopping pussy.
"'That's so nice, darling,' she breathed, parting the lips of my cunt with her fingers. She found my juicing hole and dipped into it, her touch light and all the more thrilling for its delicacy after the mauling of my breasts. 'On the bed, Jean,' she urged, brushing her mouth against mine. 'Get on the bed so that I can kiss you all over."
"I allowed myself to fall against the plush fur. Through my slitted eyes I watched Ginger slip out of the pantyhose and hastily rub her own pubic bush. Then I closed my eyes and waited.
"Her mouth first touched the underside of one of my high breasts. I was secretly proud of my tits. They were what some men call a nice little mouthful, very firm, full-nippled and smooth-fleshed. Ginger seemed to like them, too. She began to tongue each nipple while her hands cupped and squeezed the firm mounds. My crotch was on fire, and I longed for one of the hands to drop to my lap. Even a finger plunging in and out of my hole would feel so good....
"But Ginger acted as if there were all the time in the world. I watched her mouth make a tour of my shoulders, breasts and ribs, the long red hair startlingly dark against my white skin. I held my breath when the lips began to drift further downwards. Frank had never kissed me lower than my tits. He was a sweet guy, and I loved him, but for twenty-six, he was a little on the square side. I doubted if the thought of eating my pussy had ever entered his mind. I had thought of it more than once, and one time when Frank was asleep I had even considered waking him by taking his nice, big cock into my mouth. But I knew he'd be shocked, so I'd put all such thoughts out of my mind. But since I was actually in bed with this woman, letting her kiss me all over, I wondered how I'd ever put up with the dullness of my marriage.
"Then Ginger's tongue dipped into my navel and I stopped thinking. Her hands were parting my thighs and her body was slithering downwards, fitting itself between my legs. Every inch of my flesh was alert and waiting, and my throbbing cunt was wet and hungry. I bit down on my lip and barely breathed as the wildly exciting mouth explored my rounded belly and came so close to my pussy that Ginger's chin brushed against the blonde hairs of my mound. Without realizing it, I had been lifting my hips, aiming my hot crotch toward the redhead's wonderful mouth.
"Time had lost all meaning. I was stretched taut, half on, half off the bed, breathlessly waiting for the lowering mouth to settle between my legs. My generous hooded clitoris was stiffly prepared for the whiplash of an eager tongue. From far away I dimly heard the muted tick tock of a clock in the nearly soundless house. The mouth was on my mound, kissing and tonguing, slowly, so slowly moving toward my yearning slit. I attempted to part my legs even further, and my ass must have lifted another three inches off the mattress. A feathery movement of Ginger's tongue tickled me an inch or so above my clit, and my nerves bunched up in avid anticipation of what would come next. It felt like there was a little machine inside me manufacturing a slippery tonic. The moisture glazed the insides of my thighs and the long crack of my raised ass. I could feel the slow exhaling of air from her nostrils on the furry peak of my mound, and the nearness of her lips to my waiting slit.
"After an eternity, I felt it. At once my hands flew to the long red hair and an anguished moan exploded from my parted lips. Ginger's tongue had licked gently around my clitoris once, then her mouth clamped down over it toothlessly, sucking the unbearably sensitive knot of flesh as if it were a third tit. My thighs trembled spastically as her tongue began a rapid flickering, butterfly action on my trapped clit. I squirmed in the intimate embrace and groaned into the pillows, helplessly caught up in the most delicious anguish I'd ever experienced. I would gladly have died five minutes later if that were the price I would have to pay for the tongue lashing Ginger was giving me. All I cared about was that it continue, that she never stop doing those wonderful things to me.
"I don't know if Carl entered the moment Ginger began licking my cunt, or if he walked into the room five minutes later. I was so strung out on a pinnacle of pleasure, time had no relationship to my state of being. All I know is that one minute he wasn't there, we were blissfully alone in the bedroom, and the next Carl, Ginger's older, handsome husband was easing onto the bed completely naked, his arms going around me but in no way interfering with his wife's attack on my pussy. His cock was hard and stabbing against the side of my raised ass.
"It was impossible to open my eyes more than a slit, and hopeless to attempt to analyze my reaction to finding Carl suddenly in bed with us, his swollen prick hard up against me. But it didn't seem all that important at that point. Nothing did, except for the wonderful sensations rocking my loins. I think I even attempted a weak smile at Carl as his mouth went to work on my tits.
"Ginger released my pulsating clitoris and looked up. 'Want a turn, darling?' she asked as casually as if I were a toy they were sharing. But if I had any thought of protest, it died stillborn once the realization of not having a tongue in my cunt sunk in.
"'Don't mind if I do,' Carl answered her with a big grin. 'I love sucking these pretty little blonde cunts.' He waited until his wife had rolled off me, then fitted himself into the emptiness between my thighs. There was a brief scratching sensation as his shadowed jowls brushed against my opened cunt lips, then once more a talented and eager tongue was working on my excited pussy. The first thing Carl did was find my hole with his tongue and push in as far as he could. I nearly came when he did that. Then he pulled out, licked higher and higher until his tongue slithered over my clitoris. After a minute of that, he licked down over my hole, stabbed it again, and continued on down until his broad tongue was trailing over the crack of my ass and dipping into my tight little asshole. I barely had the time to respond to that delightful sensation when he began repeating the tour.
"In my feverish excitement, I lost track of Ginger until I felt something warm and wet nudge my cheek. I turned my flushed face and was assaulted by the musky odor of her spreading cunt. She had climbed on the bed and was in the process of straddling my face. I felt a moment of panic and distaste. I'd never given any thought to eating pussy. Not even when Ginger was eating mine. I'd never remotely desired any such act. Surely she didn't think I would....
"Then the whole issue became purely pointless. Ginger was sitting on my face with her wet pussy rubbing against my mouth. The highly spiced odor of her was abruptly exciting, and her straining pussy-was begging for my tongue in a way that left no doubt that whether or not I wanted to lick her, lick her I would. I parted my lips experimentally and stuck my tongue out a little way. Immediately my tongue connected with her hole. The milky slit tensed on the tip of my tongue and Ginger began to groan. I withdrew my tongue, but at that moment Carl began to concentrate all his attention on my clit. I opened my mouth to sigh ecstatically, and found it filling rapidly with flesh and pussy juice. So excited, so totally immersed in all that was going on in my body, that I gave up the doubt and vague distaste. I stuck my tongue as far into Ginger's hole as it would go, then began to lick her all over. The taste of her cunt in my mouth rapidly became enjoyable, adding to instead of detracting from Carl's miracle-working in my pussy.
"I came with my tongue buried in Ginger's sweet little asshole while Carl was sucking my clit. I held the woman tightly to me as the spasm passed, and Carl tongued me all the more until I calmed down. I felt like we could go on forever like this, but Carl soon pulled away.
"He climbed over me and brought his pussy-drenched face to mine. Ginger, who had rolled off me as Carl mounted me, watched us avidly from the side, her finger busy in her own slit. Then Carl kissed me, and I was too busy contending with his tongue in my mouth to see what Ginger was doing. I could feel his tremendous cock between my legs, and the knowledge that I would soon have it in me only excited me all the more. Frank and my life as his mousy little wife seemed like a story I'd once been told. Only on this bed with Ginger and Carl was I really alive....
"I felt Ginger get off the bed and enter it from somewhere between my wide-spread ankles. She was getting between both of our legs. As soon as I could, I turned my head to look over Carl's shoulder to see what she was doing. Carl released my mouth and busied himself with my ear instead, his wet tongue sending shivers up and down my spine. I peered through feverish eyes downwards to see Ginger licking her husband's balls from the back, then bringing her face up to bury it between the hairy cheeks of his ass. While she -rimmed his asshole Ginger reached around and played with his stiff cock and my wet pussy.
"Carl reached down and grabbed his prick, shrugging Ginger's hand out of the way. She contented herself with eating his ass, concentrating on fitting herself to him as he reared up in an effort to bring his dick to my slit. I felt the big head butting against my juicy hole, then he pulled back, tensed his muscles, and drove his huge prick right into my cunt!
"Frank had never fucked me like that, not once. I was used to being penetrated in short strokes, each one filling me a little more. But this was like a fist being rammed up my hole, only I loved it! I was stuffed to my womb with hard cock, and the sensation was enough to make me come all over again. Carl didn't wait until I finished. He began to ride me at once.
"'I'm going to fill that sweet little cunt of yours with cream, baby,' he moaned against my ear. 'When Frank fucks you tonight, he's going to think he's gone for a swim.' His movements were steadily increasing in speed, stretching my pussy to its limits. It felt wonderful. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my face into his shoulder. His hold on me kept me from joining his movements, but that was good, too. I was a receptacle, a willing, moist hole for his thick, aching cock.
"When Carl finally came, I was ready to join him again. I orgasmed as he pumped his boiling come into my womb. I tightened my legs around him and held on as he filled my hole with his rich sperm. This final come of mine was the strongest yet. His shoulders were deeply marked from my tightening fingers as spasm after spasm rocked me. Finally, I fell back on the bed and allowed him to withdraw. My legs, as I brought them together, ached.
"'That's what I call a fine fuck, Jean, my girl. Ginger must have been giving you lessons.' Carl pulled his wife down to the bed and into his arms.
"'I can't take credit for this one, love. She's a natural. Do you and Frank fuck that way?' Ginger reached over and kissed my lips sweetly.
"In a rush of confusion, I blurted out my disappointment in the sexual side of our marriage. While I talked, my hand fell quite naturally to Carl's soft but still thick cock. I felt extremely grateful to these people. Before them, I'd had no idea of how wonderful sex could be. Now the thought of going back to Frank and his tender-sticky-sweet lovemaking filled me with horror. T really do love Frank, Carl. But, after today, I'm afraid I might laugh in his face the next time he touches me like I was a piece of precious china. If only there were some way to get him to treat me like a real woman. Now that I know what sex can be, I never want to go back to what I was before."
"Carl grinned and nestled between 'the two of us. He dropped his right hand to Ginger's crotch and embedded a finger into her hole. With his left hand he did the same to me. 'Why don't each of you take turns kissing my cock?' He bent over and kissed the corners of my mouth. 'Relax and enjoy your first lesson at cocksucking, Jean. We'll take care of your husband. I promise....' "
One of the elements of swinging, of course, is bisexuality. It appears that there is some element about swinging that tends to bring out the hidden desires in those people who have not earlier made such discoveries, and something polarizing in those people who have hitherto been withholding or restraining the urge to indulge themselves fully.
This history gives us an opportunity to explain one of the more common outgrowths of swinging; the discovery of the homosexual component in many of the women, and a few of the men. It seems that in the 1970's the trend has been for swinging to take on more and more bisexual overtones, and in the case at hand, the developing relationship between Jean and Ginger is of special interest irrespective of the total interplay between the couples.
Because there is a considerable instance of female-female homosexuality as well as a lesser expression of male-male homosexuality evidenced in modern day swinging, it seems appropriate that we should comment regarding homosexuality in general.
Homosexuality is considerably less prevalent among women than among men. In the Kinsey studies (1948, 1953), 28 percent of women, as contrasted with 50 percent of men, reported that they had had some type of homosexual experience. In a great majority of cases, however, the relationship was experimental, and only one-third had reached the point of orgasm. Among single persons between thirty-six and forty years of age, ten percent of women, as compared with forty percent of men were found to be currently involved in overt homosexual relationships. Various reports also indicate that female homosexuals generally have far fewer sexual partners than male homosexuals, and do not persist in their activities for as long a time.
Female homosexuality has as long a history as male homosexuality. The practice was widely accepted in later Greece and Rome, and there were prostitutes for women as well as for men. The term lesbian, frequently applied to female homosexuals, derives its origin from the Greek island of Lesbos; the less widely used term sapphism refers to the Greek poetess, Sappho, who wrote glowing accounts of this type of relationship. Although female homosexuality is considered objectionable in our society, it usually arouses less active revulsion and censure than male homosexuality, and relatively few of these women are arrested and convicted.
Some homosexual women succeed in obtaining a measure of emotional support by joining an informal clique or a more formal organization such as the Daughters of Bilitis. This is a national organization with chapters in many large cities, and is named after a collection of poems by Pierre Louys dealing with the women of Lesbos.
In general, however, opportunities for group contact seem to be far fewer for female than for male homosexuals, and they have fewer centers like the "gay" bars of the men. For this reason-and probably because they are less interested in transitory gratification-they became more dependent on individual relationships. These partnerships, or "marriages," do not often work out well since so many female homosexuals are unhappy, conflicted people who cannot maintain lasting relationships of any kind. Although many of them feel that their problems would come to an end if society would only recognize and accept them, practically all psychiatrists regard them as sick people in urgent need of treatment. Some specialists, however, feel that the treatment process should be directed toward making them more comfortable in their present role rather than toward changing their sexual orientation.
Although we have treated of both lesbianism and male homosexuality as if they were exclusive acts (as is often understood or implied with use of the word homosexual) we are, in this reference, really talking about occasional adventures into homosexuality.
The swingers of the '70's are no different than people who have preceded them in their search for thousands of years, and perhaps have no higher an incidence of bisexuality in their makeup, but they do feel freer to express these undercurrents. The acts they perform are sometimes homosexual, but the great majority of these people certainly have an active heterosexual component, too, or they would not be married.
As it happens, the incidence of female homosexual acts during swinging parties is much greater than those seen between men. For that reason, it is perhaps best that we take a closer look at some of the circumstances concerning lesbianism. Quoting from the book Women Who Love Women by James Warren (Griffon Guides), we learn the following:
Female homosexuality stands as an unknown quantity-even in this enlightened day. In a manner of speaking, we know so little of this subject that we must consider larger portions of its study as being in the hypothetical stage. Even the large bodies of data accumulated from observation and discussion seem not to have the quality of being corroborative, much less conclusive.
From the medical viewpoint, there are no fewer than a dozen theories explaining lesbianism, each with a following. Interviews with lesbians themselves indicate that female homosexuality manifests itself in very many ways, some of which seem quite contradictory. From society's viewpoint, lesbianism is utterly mysterious, and hence condemned.
As we proceed with this case history, we will find that although the women enjoy brief bouts of homosexuality, they much prefer heterosexual relations with their men.
"'Are you sure this is a good idea, Carl?' I looked nervously around my bedroom. The nightstand clock suggested that Frank could be home anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour. I was more than a little nervous.
"'It's the only way we can go, baby.' Carl squeezed one of my nipples reassuringly and put out his cigarette.
"Ginger nodded. 'Carl's right. After all, you hinted enough for the first week, and still the guy won't do anything. I spent all of last week trying to get Frank to fuck me without being too obvious, but your husband must need the old ton of bricks routine before he catches on.' She looked particularly sexy tonight. Ginger wore a sheer black baby-doll nightie and all her marvelous womanliness was encased in cobwebs of silk. She looked good enough to eat, and I knew that before the evening was over, I would.
"'Look, Jean, when Frank walks in this room and sees the three of us having a little orgy he can react one of a number of ways. I promise you that whatever way he reacts initially, he's going to end up in bed with us, and he's never going to be the same. Trust me."
"'You really are sweet to me, both of you,' I said, meaning it. No matter what the world might think of what we had been doing to each other this past week or so, the E-s had made my world exciting for the first time. Deep down I knew that no matter what happened tonight, I would never be the same again. There was something so thrilling about sex when there were more than two people involved. Already I suspected that fulfillment could only come to me in group sex. I knew it was only a matter of time until we would begin to line up others in the neighborhood as possible participants ... like that couple down the street, the B-s----
"Carl's hand on my thigh brought me back to the present. 'Why don't you get in some more cocksucking practice? It'll help you relax, like a baby with its bottle.' He smiled, then pushed the sheet from his naked body. 'Let me get it hard first."
"With that, Carl pulled his wife to him, dragging her lovely body over his hard chest. The' black nightie fell open to reveal Ginger's fantastic breasts and wiry crotch. 'I'm just in the mood to lick that pretty box of yours, Ginger. Come sit on my face while Jean plays with my cock."
"Ginger complied at once, grinning as she spread her legs on either side of his head. The smile turned mischievous. 'I know how you are when you're in one of those cunt-lapping moods, Carl. When you want it, you really want it, don't you?' She lifted her bottom provocatively, squatting just beyond the reach of his tongue.
"He looked up into her tempting pussy. 'Be a good girl and push it against my mouth, baby. Sucking you gets my prick nice and hard."
"Ginger giggled and reached down. She moistened the tip of a finger with the dew of her sex, then traced the finger over his parted lips. 'Your cock is getting hard anyway, without licking me. Just the thought of it is getting you hot, isn't it?'
"I listened to all this byplay with fascination. It was true-Carl's big cock was beginning to swell without help from either of us. My own pussy was starting to glow nicely also. Something about the way Ginger was teasing her husband excited me.
"'Wouldn't you like to taste my cunt, darling? Can't you reach it? Stick your tongue out further. Maybe that would...."
"That was as far as she got. Carl reached up and pulled her to his mouth, ending the game and changing her grin to a grimace of sudden ecstasy. His lower face was hidden between the lips of her cunt. He seemed to be sticking his tongue as far into her hole as he could.
"I watched him eat Ginger for a few minutes, growing more and more excited and more forgetful about Frank and our real purpose for being there. As Carl's knowing tongue slithered into Ginger's tight asshole I lowered my head and began to kiss Carl's cock. It was hot and stiff in my mouth, a veined club of throbbing flesh that expanded still more as I stroked it with my tongue.
"Ginger twisted around to watch me at work. 'That's good, honey. Keep sucking him like that. Use your tongue more. Work it down under his balls. He loves that."
"Carl must have rewarded her for the directions because Ginger doubled over and gasped suddenly. 'My God! That feels so wonderful! Ooh ... ooh! Do that to me again! Again!'
"I turned my attentions back to Carl's prick. Sucking it made me feel good all over. Kind of warm and impatient. There was something really sexy about taking a man's prick in my mouth, sexier even than taking one in my cunt. It made me feel lightheaded and whorish. Besides, it started the cream flowing in my pussy really fast.
"'If we switch positions a little I can take care of Jean, Carl,' Ginger suggested, rolling off her husband's chest.
"'Little Miss Altruist, aren't you?' Carl curved his glazed lips into a smile. He planted himself on one end of the bed and positioned his wife so that one of her thighs served as a pillow for his head, and the other rested on his shoulder, giving his mouth free access to her frothing cunt.
"Ginger stretched out on her side at an angle across the bed and gestured to me to come to her. Soon I found myself positioned like Ginger, with one of my white thighs under her head, and the other over. I gasped as her pointy little tongue immediately began working in my slit. My head was near Carl's belly. It was only a matter of twisting a little to once more have his prick halfway down my throat.
"The bed was alive with muted groans as each of us attempted to top whatever performance we'd previously given. It was nearly impossible to concentrate on the cock in my mouth with Ginger's tongue lapping at my clit, but I was determined to suck him even more exquisitely than the last time. I fought furiously against coming, tightening my muscles and directing all my thoughts on coaxing the sperm up and out of his balls. I was so absorbed in my lovely chore and in not coming that I never heard the bedroom door open and my husband Frank enter the room.
"The next five minutes were nightmarish. At first, Frank seemed unable to comprehend what was going on in his bed, or who the players were. He stared at me dully, and only seemed to listening as Carl explained what sex was really all about. It wasn't until Ginger made her move that Frank appeared to regain some semblance of life.
"She slithered off the bed, her see-through nightie throwing her sexy body into a half-shadow.
Her highly polished fingernails were twisting through Frank's thick brown hair before he realized she was next to him. 'Let me show you how nice sex can be, Frank, darling. Let all of us show you. Let Jean show you how good a wife she really can be...."
"Frank slapped her hand away as if it dripped poison. He backed out of the room, pausing uncertainly only when he was in the relative safety of the doorway.
"'I don't know what's going on here, but I'll clear out in a minute,' he said stiffly. 'I'll see a lawyer in the morning."
"His words penetrated immediately, and I panicked. I looked to Carl for help. Frank was leaving! He was going to see a lawyer! But Carl was no longer on the bed.
"'Don't talk like a man with a paper ass, buddy. Come on back into the room and let's talk about it.' Carl attempted to push aside Frank's fury by speaking very calmly. But Frank wasn't going for it. He glared at the larger man and started out of the room.
"With no show of anger, Carl casually gripped Frank's shoulder and prevented him from leaving. His steely fingers guided Frank to the bed.
"The next few minutes were a blur. Frank attempted to leave again and Carl did something to his shoulder to convince him otherwise. All the while Ginger was deftly undressing my husband. I just sat and watched, as confused as Frank.
"Once Ginger had Frank's cock in her experienced grasp, there seemed to be less pressure needed from Carl. I glanced over at Frank just as Ginger ducked her head in the direction of his lap. Frank looked stunned and completely confused, but I noticed his prick was standing up tall. Then it disappeared into Ginger's lush mouth.
"I had little time to observe Frank and Ginger, however. Immediately Carl grabbed me and sat me down on his lap. I sighed as his big prick slipped inside me. But even before I could really settle down on the lovely cock, I was being dragged off it by my husband. His semi-erect prick was wet with Ginger's spit, but Frank's anger had made him lose interest in the blow job.
"I honestly think Frank was all set to slug me at that point. Frank is generally the calm type. He works in an office all day and never gets really excited about anything. But he was furious. He called me a whore and a few other names, but then Carl was there and things began happening again. I watched silently as Carl forced my husband to the bed. He seemed to exchange some kind of look with Ginger. Then he held Frank on the bed on his stomach and Ginger leaned over and began licking Frank's tensed ass. She roughly parted the slim cheeks and got busy applying as much spit as she could to his little hole. I didn't know what to expect, but I sure didn't expect what did happen.
"'The best way to break down your hang-ups about what's proper sex and what isn't, is to have you do the most improper thing you can possibly do. So that's why I'm now going to fuck you in the ass."
"Frank went wild. He would probably have killed Carl if he could have. But Carl was too strong for him. He had his cock nosing into my husband's tiny rectum in minutes, and there was nothing Frank could do about it.
"'If you try to relax you'll see that it isn't all that bad. It even feels kind of nice, once you get used to it. The more you fight me, the more it will hurt.' Carl's voice was very soothing as he dipped his prick further and further in Frank's butt. Finally, the message got through, or maybe Frank just got tired of fighting-he was still except for an occasional groan. At that point, Carl pulled Frank to him, rolling both of them over on their sides. I was amazed to see my husband's cock hard as a rock. Ginger took it into her mouth at once.
"At first, I didn't know what to do with myself, but as I watched my husband cope with the new sensations hitting him all at once, a tremendous wave of tenderness came over me. I leaned over and began to kiss Frank, thrusting my tongue in and out of his mouth with strokes in time with the movement of the cock in his asshole.
"Soon I felt an answering tongue stroke my own, and I knew that Carl was right, everything was going to be fine. I held Frank while the cock in his ass and the mouth on his prick worked together to bring everything to a peak. I could feel every nerve cell in his body begin to clench in anticipation. There was no doubt in my mind that sex had never been anything like this for Frank, and since he was tasting what it could be, there would be no turning back. The thought excited me so much that I broke off our kiss in order to ease myself up towards my husband's face.
"When his lips were only inches from my twat, I relaxed. The wait seemed endless, but no more than five seconds could possibly have passed. Then I felt hesitant lips brush my sopping bush. 'Go on, darling, lick it. Use your tongue. Please. I love it. Just do it a little, please. You'll like it,' I coaxed, rubbing my pussy in his face. It was funny-we had been married for years, yet he had never been this close to my cunt before.
"He didn't get a chance to find out if he liked eating pussy or not right then. Frank no more than tickled my furry mound with the tip of his tongue when he doubled up with an orgasm so intense it left him groaning into the pillow. Ginger seemed to be having trouble swallowing all the thick come that was spurting out of his prick.
"When it was all over Carl withdrew his wilted dick from Frank's asshole and Ginger blotted her tired mouth on my sheet.
"I wasn't sure how to act with Frank, but my fears were for nothing. 'I had no idea....' Frank's handsome face was flushed as we talked together later in bed, after Ginger and Carl were gone.
"'Did you really like it?' I asked, playing with his cock. 'I mean, it was my idea and all. Did you like it enough to, well, to do it again some time?'
"Frank fondled one of my nipples and laughed. 'Do I get to pick the cast of players? Answer that, first."
"'Sure,' I answered, wondering if he was kidding.
"'Then you just wait and see."
"I didn't have long to wait. Four days later Frank came home from work with two hitchhikers, a young hippie couple. The girl, whose name was Raye, had long dark hair and beautiful breasts that jiggled loosely under a thin tie-dyed T-shirt. She wore tight faded jeans with pictures and words embroidered on them, and her long-legged walk promised beautiful legs and a pretty little ass. Jeff, her boyfriend, was big and bearded, with rippling muscles under a skin tight shirt. From what I could see of his papery levis, he was built well all over.
"I made dinner and the evening ticked by slowly, with conversation strained to say the least. I could think of nothing else but getting into the bed in our room with these people, but neither Frank nor myself had the experience to get things off the ground. They had agreed to stay overnight and resume their hitchhiking in the morning.
"I was beginning to think they would pass out of our lives untouched when Carl and Ginger came over! I couldn't wait to get them alone. I explained the situation quickly and asked Carl what to do.
"'These kids like people who are out front with them, as they call it. Why not just tell them what you like, and maybe they like the same thing. It's worth a try, anyway. Why not?' Carl eyed the girl. 'It most certainly is worth a try."
"Ginger nodded. 'From the looks of those muscles, I'd say a try is definitely called for."
"'Why don't you stay and join us,' I suggested. 'Please do! That would be so much fun!' The image of all six of us in bed was enough to start my blood boiling. Besides, from the look in Ginger's cat eyes, I knew having her around would insure something happening tonight!
"I watched Ginger make her way over to Raye and talk softly to her for a few minutes. Then Ginger smiled and inched her way over to Jeff. She was gloating by the time she got back to us.
"'I'm getting tired. What say we put a few blankets on the floor down here and all get cozy, huh? Our new friends would be delighted to join us."
"Suddenly, things began to happen. All the lights were doused except for one in the hallway. I made an attempt with the blankets, but clothes were being thrown everywhere and I decided the rug would have to do. I sat down out of the way and watched.
"Jeff had shucked his shirt and was peeling off the levis when I found him in the dimness. I watched, fascinated, as his cock leaped into view. It was big, all right, enormous, with a wedge-like head and a thick shaft. A nest of blond hair padded his huge balls. Naked, Jeff looked more like a bull than a man. Ginger must have thought so, too. She made a bee-line for him as soon as he was out of the pants.
"I couldn't find Raye at first, then realized why. Carl and Frank had her cornered. Each was working on her clothing. Frank had his hands in her pants, working feverishly at freeing her of them. From what I could see, Raye had a spectacular body. Her breasts were firm yet full, punctuated by high, pointy nipples.
"Frank finally managed to get the jeans off the girl, but then he seemed at a loss. Carl had no such problems. His hands were all over her, squeezing her tits, teasing her nipples, running between her thighs as if to test the springiness of the wiry black nest of pubic hair. From where I was, I could see the first hint of moisture between the girl's legs.
"I glanced over at Ginger and Jeff once more. Ginger was busy sucking his massive cock. She had to use both hands on him to keep from choking. His big testicles formed a fleshy pillow for her chin. Jeff caught my eyes on him.
"'Hey, look who's still dressed! Come join the party, Jean."
"I obeyed silently, walking to the bearded man on shaking legs. Dimly I saw Carl and Frank embracing Raye, but I couldn't quite make out what they were doing.
"Ginger was still sucking Jeff's prick when I neared them. She didn't look up when Jeff told me to strip. I got out of my things quickly, enormously excited at the way Jeff responded to my firm little tits. He reached over and tongued one briefly, then the other.
"It was Carl who brought us all to the center of the room. 'Let's be experimental,' he suggested. 'Jeff, you get in the middle of the floor. That's good. Now someone do something to him. That big prick of his is waiting."
"Ginger immediately kneeled before him and resumed blowing him. 'Now who wants to do something....' Carl got no further when Frank stepped up to Ginger and fitted himself to her body as she sucked Jeff. He began to fuck her dog style, from the back, his long prick easily sucked into Ginger's hot pussy. Raye surprised me by getting to her knees behind Frank and penetrating his asshole with her pink tongue. Carl wasted no time going to her. Like Frank, he wrapped himself around the girl and worked his cock into her cunt. That left only me. Once I got into position behind Carl I found myself only inches from Jeff. I busied myself with licking Carl's balls and ass while he rammed his prick in and out of Raye's twat. It didn't take long before Jeff managed to twist around enough to apply his hot tongue to my slit.
"Jeff's tongue-work was as powerful as he was. He went directly to my clit and began a steady drumming on it with his tongue. That and the excitement of so many bodies all getting their kicks at once was more than enough for me. I groaned against Carl's heavy balls and spasmed while Jeff's tongue continued its relentless licking.
"As I recovered, I heard an echoing groan, then a high-pitched moan followed by a sharp gasp. All around me the others were coming, the girls convulsing around cocks or avid tongues, the males emptying their balls in willing mouths or well-reamed pussies.
"We re-formed after only a few minutes' rest. Jeff's giant cock was still hard. Its slimy head had barely finished oozing sperm, but already it was ready to go again. He got on his side on the rug and pulled me down with him. His big hands hooked one of my legs up and over his hip and carefully worked his huge prick into my tight but very wet and willing hole. The others were ringed around us, watching as Jeff fed more and more of it into me. Just when I thought my cunt could stretch no more, another inch would somehow be swallowed up. When he was all the way inside me someone attached their mouth to my rump. It felt wonderful.
"I was dimly aware that the others were all joining in, but I couldn't get outside of myself enough to see what they were doing. Because I was coming again, coming the way I can only when being a part of group sex, feeling a whole room alive with eager tongues, steaming pussies and throbbing cocks.
"The rest of the evening kept getting better and better. There's no end to the fun six willing and uninhibited people can have together. There was no way we didn't fuck, no one we didn't suck, of either sex, and I even got my tight little asshole fucked for the first time. When we finally fell asleep it was daylight and only a few hours from the time Jeff and Raye wanted to leave.
"'Maybe we can persuade them to stay over an extra day or two,' I mumbled sleepily to Frank.
"My husband grinned happily, his exhausted eyes closing. 'Sure. But if they can't, there's another couple I was thinking about. You know the B-s down the block? That cute little blonde?
With the good-looking husband? Well, I was thinking of inviting them over for a few drinks...."
"I nestled against my husband and smiled. From all indications, it looked like it was going to be an exciting life from then on....
"I, for one, was looking forward to it...."
It is quite natural for experimenting couples of this type to find that once released to this form of sexual activity (that is, having once experienced something which most likely has been lying dormant as a secret desire for many years), the result is much the same as the opening of a floodgate. Once experienced, the act of interchanging sex partners all too often becomes a way of life rather than an occasional eccentric pursuit. For this reason we regard most swingers as being pretty much on a set course once they have indulged, and once it has been established that the first experiment did not leave insurmountable conflicts behind in the minds of the participants. Once past that barrier, there is a very good chance that swinging becomes a way of life.