Chapter 2
Contemplating Nature
"I guess you might call me the champion people watcher of all time. I make notes mentally and for real on just about everybody I meet; anybody I meet who has anything at all going for them in the sex department. Because, if the truth be known, sex is my primary hobby. I just like to combine the two interests, you might say.
"So here's what I jotted down on the people who were renting the cabins near where Helena and I were renting ours. We were isolated way out on this ranch in Wyoming. Four cabins in a large grove of beautiful aspen trees, right next to a lake.
"Cabin number one: Her name, I think, is Claire. She's small and dark, but with a good set of tits and a beautiful round ass. He's small, too, and wiry. Likes to run around without a shirt.
"Cabin number two: Her name, I know for sure, is Sue. Her husband is always calling her. Sue? Sue? Sue! But, Christ, he's got reasons to call, because she is one stacked pussy. Light blonde hair, about five-seven, hundred and ten. Slender but curvy as shit. He's one of those muscle types. His name's Stan, same as mine. That could lead to trouble. Because if that broad whispers, 'Fuck me, Stan,' and I hear it, I'm going to do it.
"Cabin number three: Billie Joe. Flashy blonde and a little overweight, but who gives a shit. She's got a set of jugs that never quit and an ass you could grab on to and fuck for hours on end. She wears these little bitty bikinis and they make her tits look even bigger than they are. Oh, wow! Her pussy hair is dark. I've seen that, too. That's how small those swimsuits are she wears. Her husband's name is Pat, or Patty. I guess she just calls him 'Patty' when she's feeling like getting fucked. This guy looks like he's carrying a goddamned totem pole in his pants. Anything he wears, he still looks like he's got a Ringling Brothers circus tent, on its side, going in front of him.
"Cabin number four: Helena is the broad in this one. And she belongs to me. And she's the best-looking redhead a guy could want. Beautiful hair, beautiful body, a mouth that likes to suck cock and a cunt that squeezes the fucking juice right out of your cock. And she's a real redhead, too. I know, because I've had my nose stuck in that pussy hair of hers for a lot of hours. I like to eat pussy. Her husband's name is Stan (that's me) and he's perfect. Handsome, tall, dark, muscular, kind, generous, hung and always ready to fuck. Anything.
"What brought all these people together was a vacation. None of us knew each other before we arrived. It just happened that it ended up being a pretty damned good-looking group.
"Actually, I fought the idea of coming up to Wyoming and spending two whole fucking weeks out in the middle of nowhere. I said to Helena something about what the fuck were we going to do after we got tired of looking at the trees. But she said she wanted to rest, away from the kids, so I agreed. That was really what sold me. No kids. They wouldn't allow them in the cabins. So we packed our three monsters off to their grandmother's-poor old lady-and headed up to the Big Sky country.
"I don't want to give you the idea that I don't like my kids. They're the greatest in the world. Like everybody's said, I wouldn't take a million for any one of them, but I wouldn't give a dime for any more. And sometimes, I'd take a ten-cent piece for the whole lot. So, anyway, it was good to get away from the three little darlings for a while.
"And the setting for the cabins was beautiful. All sky and pines and aspen, with a clear blue lake about fifty feet away. And absolute solitude. Except for the people in the other three cabins, there wasn't a fucking soul around. We paid our money at the main house and the manager pointed in the direction of the cabins. We were on our own.
"The first sight I caught hold of as we pulled up was Billie Joe, that big blonde, out sunbathing. She had the top of the damned bikini open and was lying on her belly. You could see those big tits squishing out from under her chest, and that big ass of hers-not too big, mind you, just ample enough to appreciate-was enough to make a man's mouth water.
"'Hold it, Stan,' Helena says. 'We're here to commune with nature."
"She was right, but let me tell you, that lasted about an hour and a half. Sure it was great, with the Grand Tetons to look at in the distance, and all that big sky, but then you started looking around for something to fuck. Right? I'm only normal.
"And don't get me wrong. Like I said before, Helena is one sexy doll and she fucks and sucks with the best of them. But I'm not the type of guy who thinks he should be tied down to one woman just because I put a ring on her finger and had a couple of kids by her. I love Helena and all that, but there sure are a lot of other pussies around to investigate. And, honest, I think my fucking around only makes me appreciate her more. After all, I always come home, don't I?
"So I think you got the picture. Helena was used to my screwing around, but we never talked about it. I was never aware that she had anything on the side. That almost made me feel kind of proud, able to keep everybody happy with my prick. As a matter-of-fact, that summer up in Wyoming was the first time I'd ever known Helena even to look at another guy. And at first she wasn't too anxious. But she got to like the idea real well real fast.
"As soon as we got all the food and shit inside, I threw on a bathing suit and headed out to see what was around. I walked down towards the water, making sure I passed close to where Billie Joe was lying on the ground. She looked up and stared at me like she was going to crawl over and suck my cock right there.
"I felt my prick start to grow, but I left that scene. I didn't know how her fucking husband felt about her staring at other guys and I didn't want to get my nuts blown off the first day of my vacation.
"I was sitting down by the edge of the lake when Helena joined me. There wasn't anybody else around and we started playing around like two puppies. It ended up she pushed me into the water. Well, I started off our little game session with a roaring hard on-what with the look from Billie Joe and seeing Helena in that suit of hers-but it wilted fast. That water was fucking cold! My prick and balls shriveled up like somebody'd hit them with a mallet.
"But, surprisingly enough, you got used to it pretty fast. Or just got numb, I don't know which. Either way, I managed to talk Helena into coming in. She jumped in, after I promised her it was 'warm,' and then the shit hit the fan. I think at first she was pissed that I'd lied to her, but then I started feeling around on her, sticking my hands down on her tits and my fingers up her cunt, and she started to warm up real fast. And so did I.
"My prick started to get over the shock of that cold water real fast. It started growing and growing, until I couldn't keep the damned thing in my suit. So there was only one other thing to do with it. Shove it up Helena's cunt. Man, if you've never fucked in cold water, you haven't lived.
"When you're sliding your cock in and out of a soft pussy you tend to warm up real fast, but with all that cold water around you, it takes longer for your body to react. And man, you really enjoy that fuck.
"Helena enjoyed it, too. Mainly, I guess, because it was a little freaky. You know, out in the open in the middle of the day, with at least a few people around and liable to see. I had her leaning against this big rock and I kept shoving my cock into her, leaning down and licking on her tits and then shoving my mouth against hers, eating out the inside with my tongue. She was far enough out of the water so that if anybody had walked by they sure as hell would have been able to tell that she was getting a royal fuck.
"Helena liked things like that. You know, sort of semi-weird. Like she was always telling me that someday she wanted me to fuck her on the corner of Sunset and Vine, right in front of all the tourists. On the steps of the Home Savings and Loan building. Now that, brother, is weird.
"So I guess with that in mind, I shouldn't have been surprised at what happened during our vacation. After all, being in virtual isolation with six other sex-happy people doesn't exactly lead to a lot of volleyball games. But it does lead to a fucking lot of other games. Like fucking.
"For the first day and a half, nobody paid much attention to each other. I guess they all felt obligated to rest, look at the scenery, read, look at the scenery, sun-bathe, look at the scenery. Like they told you to do in the brochure.
"But then it seemed that everybody's prime interest turned from the mountain views to closer things like cunts and pricks.
"Billie Joe started things off, of course. She sure was a fucking whore, and anything, and I mean anything, went with her. All four couples were down by the lake. We'd gotten friendly, but nothing like we were going to.
"I have to admit that I had my eye on both Claire, the little dark one, and Sue, that gorgeous stacked blonde. But everything was innocent. I'd just stare at them, imagining what it'd be like to have my prick sliding in and out of their pussies, until I got a roaring hard on; then I'd turn my attention to something else. Like a blow job. Christ, I might as well admit it. I had sex on my mind all the time.
"And it wasn't as if I wasn't getting any from Helena. Not so at all. In fact, she was raring to go more often than I was. Like just the night before we'd had one of our real freaky sessions. And when Helena got freaky, it was wild.
"I'd climbed into bed, not feeling tired, but what the hell else is there to do in the middle of nowhere? Right away, Helena starts things off by scooting down in the bed and taking my soft cock in her mouth. When I tried to reach down and at least grab hold of her pussy she stopped sucking and told me to lie back and that she'd do the work. I knew right then that we were going to have a freak session.
"Helena could suck cock better than any pussy in the world. She had a mouth that was soft as velvet. And she knew how to use it. She'd tease your cock and nuts until you were ready to climb the wall. Just licking and sucking and playing around with them with her fingers. And she could sense when she was about to get a load of come down her throat. Then she'd back off and let your come subside. Then right back with that talented mouth of hers. Oh, shit, she was good.
"She had this one thing she did, and I swear I don't know how she did it. Her mouth just isn't that fucking big. She'd take as much of my cock as she could-and believe me, it isn't a small one-and then she'd sort of swirl her tongue all around the whole thing. Long juicy licks around the whole cock.
"Anyway, this particular night, she got me so that my prick was throbbing and almost begging out loud to shoot off. Then Helena got up on her knees and straddled my belly. Nothing too freaky so far, right? She just sat on my cock. Her pussy was wet and slippery and she settled down on my prick just as nice and easy as possible.
"I could tell it was getting to her, though. She had her eyes closed as she slowly sat on that prick. And she kept groaning louder and louder and it inched deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"I started to grind my hips against her, but she put her hand down on my hip, wanting me to stop. Like she had said, she was going to do the work.
"She sat, with my cock imbedded deeply in her, for the longest time without moving. Too long. I wanted to fuck. But finally, she slowly began to move. In circles. Stretching her pussy and milking my prick all at the same time.
"And then, without any warning, she started fucking herself like she was crazy. Hands on the bed, supporting herself, she'd raise and drop almost as hard as she could down on my prick. Then up, until the knob was almost out, and then down hard again. And she kept coming and coming. I could feel her pussy grabbing hold of my prick every time she had an orgasm. And I had a hell of a time keeping from shooting off myself. But I managed.
"That was the best thing about Helena. She always came a lot. She really enjoyed sex. Just in the standard me-on-top, her-on-bottom-with-legs-up, she'd come about five times. And when we had a freaky session, like this one was going to be, she'd double that, at least.
"I guess her knees got tired because she eventually pulled off my cock. Right off, though, she started in again with her mouth. Sucking her own come off my cock. Man, that turns you on. I had to push her head away a couple of times to keep from coming. She'd give me a couple of seconds to get some control and then dive right back with her mouth.
"It ended up being asshole night. Every once in a while we had one of these. After Helena had sucked my cock until it was almost sore, just aching to shoot off, she gave it a little rest and started to move between my legs with her tongue. All over the balls and then washing that little area right behind the nuts that feels so good when somebody messes around with it.
"I'd flip over about then and she'd dig into my asshole with her tongue. Stiffen it up and shove it straight up into my asshole. Now this sounds weird, but it feels so fucking great. I'd just sort of whimper and she'd keep licking out my ass.
"That night, though, she had an extra surprise for me. While she was digging into my asshole with her tongue, she had reached over to the little nightstand and brought out some greasy stuff she used on her face. Only this time she didn't use it on her face. I turned my head slightly and I could see her putting a big glob of that greasy stuff up her own ass. That really got my cock hard. I knew what was coming.
"As soon as she was ready, I flipped over and settled again on my back. Helena straddled me again, but this time I wasn't in her cunt. I was sliding up her asshole. A lot more slowly, but just the same, I was fucking her in the ass. She braced herself with her hands behind her and slowly let my big prick inch up her asshole. Finally, it was all the way in. She let out this big sigh. I don't know if she enjoyed having the prick up her ass or if she just liked the idea of doing something so weird. But, whatever, I was enjoying the whole bit one hell of a lot.
"She raised herself about three times, lowering herself carefully, and then pulled off my cock. And then, do you know what the son-of-a-gun did? She sucked my cock again! That always turned me off just a little, but I figured if she liked it, hell, it was her bag. You can be damned certain though that I made sure she brushed her teeth and used strong mouthwash before I'd kiss her.
"But anyway, she'd suck for a while, and I knew we were about ready for the finale, which wasn't weird at all. Just a straight normal fuck. When she stopped sucking, she raised her head, looked at me with sort of clouded-over eyes, and said, 'Fuck me, Stan. Fuck me hard.' That's all the encouragement I needed. My cock had been hard and throbbing for so long it had to come or the damned thing would have burst.
"I scrambled to my knees, sort of threw her on her back, and rammed that prick of mine full length up her pussy. After a freak session, she liked it hard and I accommodated her. I long-dicked her for as long a time as I could. She just kept coming off. I never saw a woman who had as many comes as Helena did. Then, finally, I joined her. I wedged my cock as far up into her as I could and just stayed wedged while I shot my load into her. Now that, man, was a good fuck.
"So, you can see I'm not hurting for fun at home; it's just that when I'm in the vicinity of interesting and interested pussies, I can't see any harm in having a little variety. It's the spice of life, you know.
"So, that all leads up to that first day when something happened at the lake. Like I said, Billie Joe started it off. She was half in the bag on vodka and so was her husband. And right in the middle of somebody saying for maybe the five-hundredth time, 'Isn't that mountain beautiful?' Billie Joe comes right out with, 'My husband's got the biggest cock in this group."
"I mean, what do you say to that? Nothing, right? You just sit there quietly and wait for something to happen.
"When Billie Joe didn't get a response, she repeated herself. 'My Patty's got the biggest cock in this group."
"Again there was this big silence, until one of the girls giggled. I thought it was funny, too, but Billie Joe had such a mean look on her face, I was afraid to laugh.
"'You fucking whore-cunt,' Billie Joe says in the general direction of the girl who giggled. Billie Joe had a mouth like a fucking truck driver-'I'll prove it to you."
"With that statement, she sort of lurches to her feet. She rips off the top of her bathing suit and heads towards Pat, her husband.
"Christ, I've seen tits, but never any like she had. They were huge and heavy. Big round melons. But the damned things didn't sag at all. They just stayed right where they should be, proud and erect on her chest. They were beautiful.
"You could tell Pat was embarrassed by the whole thing. But not enough to stop her. She pulled him out of the chair he was sitting in and, right in front of the whole group, she pulled his swim trunks down.
"Now everybody knew that Pat had a big whang. I mean, you couldn't miss it even when he had a business suit on. But, Christ, you should have seen that thing. It was still soft and I swear to God that it hung down three-quarters of the way to his knees. It was the biggest fucking prick I'd ever seen in the world. It made me feel like I had a pencil for a prick.
"Billie Joe wanted everybody to see it hard, so she dropped to her knees and started to suck on that cock. She got maybe half of it inside her mouth. That's all. It got hard right off, and then Billie Joe stood up. She smiled proudly at that gigantic whanger and looked at the other girls. 'Anybody else want some?' she asked."
One of the primary underlying elements of swinging has to do with thrill and experimentation. It has been well-documented that quite a few of the people who become involved in swinging are not especially "sexy" at all, and often as not lead a somewhat parched and withdrawn private sex life in their own homes. This all probably relates to those cliches one read about in early twentieth century literature: "Variety is the spice of life,"
"The grass is always greener...." or "You'll never know if you don't try."
In short, there has, indeed, been a movement toward freedom of thinking and freedom of sexual outlook. Why this is so and how this is happening is a much larger story than can be given proper treatment here. However, we can give some insight into the mental processes involved which serve to bring people out of themselves, at the same time broadening their view. The major portion of these people use the simple expedient of bringing new people into their lives with much less selection and prejudice than ever before.
It would be repetitious, and perhaps burdensome, to repeat here all the hackneyed arguments dealing with the sexual attitudes and mores of the American people. First of all, there are few general comments that are valid except that we still adhere, in the main, to the restrictions of a rather close and strained sexual ethicism which, in turn, is due in part to ideas and prohibitions of a religious heritage.
For example, certain writers draw from this the conclusion that religion equates to antisexuality, which is not a fair statement. It is true, for example, that many religious believers have a very rewarding sex life. And truer yet, there are many couples who are not religious at all who have miserable sex lives. If it could ever be proved, it probably would bear out that highly religious people are somewhat less free in their sexual experimentation, and that persons who adopt a philosophical approach of a rather neuter nature, religionwise, might approach sex more openly. This is the direction logic would take us. All in all, however, religion has taken the bulk of the blame for the restrictive sexual attitudes which beleaguer so many Americans, and it is this premise which we believe to be overgeneralized and thus possibly misdirected.
The reason we mention religion at all is that the newer sexual attitudes, and the freedom which surround them, take on the dimension of a religion. True, no one is attempting to deify these things, but they live (and seem to flourish) because they nearly equate a set of beliefs. Beliefs are the wellspring of all religions; especially those beliefs which deal directly with the outlook and conduct of a group of people.
By exploring the thinking of the new "free" people, it can be seen how, in a limited way, this thinking can become a near-religious experience for some people.
The philosophy of these peoples' lives is really very simple. It assumes that most of us have grown up in an atmosphere of sexual repression, fear, misinformation, and, in some cases, no information. Therefore, they believe that we naturally find it impossible to objectively measure our "moral upbringing" with our instincive need for sexual fulfillment. These people, by and large, advocate no prejudicial attitudes, one way or another. They feel that if a person's desires lean toward antisexuality, so be it; they are entitled to live that way. Obversely, if a person's tastes lean in the opposite direction, it is patently foolish to attempt to legislate unenforceable laws, which, in effect, turn freedom-seekers into criminals.
Problems with sex laws, and for that matter, medicine, are already near-unlivable. In Los Angeles, in 1970, the community was faced with a pandemic venereal disease rate, an increasing divorce rate, and a perturbing rate of births of unwanted children as well as an aggravated death rate resulting from "illegal" abortions.
How, one might ask, does the philosophy of these "free" people find cohesion when the people themselves are so dissimilar and separated? We know from general experience, for instance, that the single reason that there is no common interest or goal by which to make the group cohesive. But a group of sexual freedom thinkers is usually much more cohesive than a general cross-section of neighborhood friends, if for no other reason than the inherent image of outlawry.
The mind of the swinger, then, is the mind of a freedom-fighter. The method and the outlook may be sexual (what is more controversial?), but should that matter? It happens that one can form a group with an intense private interest in almost any field of the repressed subjects-witness the satanists, for example-but it should not be interpreted that this book deals with extremists. These swingers are live-and-let-live people who usually have no inclination to "sell sex" to the whole world.
Returning to our narrative we find that the old adage concerning inhibitions is very true. If one person in the crowd lets his or her hair down, an entirely different attitude usually prevails.
"I guess all the girls were too shocked to do much beyond sit there and stare open-mouthed at Pat's tremendous prick. So when nobody took her up on her offer, Billie Joe got down on her knees again and started sucking on that thing for real.
"She never did manage to get more than half of that fucking baseball bat of a cock of his in her mouth, but she gave him a good suck job. When she pulled her mouth almost off his prick, you could see how shiny and wet she'd made it with her mouth. All he did was stand there, with his hands on his hips, letting his wife eat his cock. It was a sight, man, it was really a sight.
"I'd had a hard on in no time, so after a short while, I reached over and dug my hand under Helena's swimsuit. I found her pussy and stuck two fingers up inside her while I fooled around with my prick through my suit. She was wet already by the time I got my fingers up there, just from watching Billie Joe chew on that monster.
"But Billie Joe was mostly all mouth and little real action. She had her husband hard as he could get, and obviously was enjoying sucking on that god-awful prick, but when it came to the nitty-gritty, she pulled off.
"'I just can't stand to swallow come,' she said, standing up. 'Aren't any of you interested?'
"I looked around the group. All the gals looked interested, all right, but none seemed willing to get out of their chair and actually do it.
"I guess I should mention-that all the guys had taken advantage of Billie Joe's exhibition to start in on their wives. Both the brunette's and the blonde's husbands had their cocks out, jacking off slowly, while they had their fists stuck up their wives' snatches. So you can see we didn't have any shrinking violets in the groups.
"I knew all we had to have was one gal to start the swap action and we'd have one hell of a vacation. So I leaned over to Helena. 'Go ahead, baby,' I whispered. 'Suck him. I know you're turned on by that prick."
"She looked up at me like I had slapped her in the face. She pulled away from me a little. 'In front of people?' she asked, acting like she was shocked. And she's the one who kept talking about having me fuck her at Sunset and Vine!
"'Yeah, go ahead,' I said; 'It's freaky."
"I guess my using the word freaky' had something to do with it, because Helena reached down and gently pulled my hand away from her. Shit, she was so wet by this time, she was like a faucet.
"She got out of her chair slowly and walked towards that big ape. Take that back. He wasn't so big; it was his cock. It wasn't really hard anymore, just sort of sloping out. I guess it was too fucking heavy to get really hard.
"Helena walked right by Billie Joe who was staring at her like she never expected anybody to take her up on her offer. But there was my Helena, about to suck off the biggest prick in the world.
"She approached it like a real pro. She got down on her knees and grabbed Patty around the ass, holding him still. He kept his hands on his hips and let her go ahead.
"She lowered her mouth and took the huge knob of his cock inside. Then I think she tried to do the same thing she did to me that I liked so much. You know, swirl around with her tongue. Only his cock was way too thick. See, there are advantages to not being hung like a fucking mule.
"Helena didn't get any more of that cock in her mouth than Billie Joe did, but she was trying. She had tears in her eyes, she was trying so hard. She'd rear back and come off that cock then lean forward and swallow as much as possible. Like I said, she's a damned good cocksucker.
"Pat didn't last long in his nonchalant pose.
Pretty soon he was involving himself pretty well. He reached down and took Helena behind the head and started to fuck her face. More and more of that monster started disappearing down her throat, and I could hear her groaning and making little bubbling sounds, like she was having trouble breathing. Which I guess she was with that 'three yards' of prick blocking her throat.
"Pat grunted once, loud, and then he slammed his hips at her face once more, staying there, grinding his cock into her. You could damned near see Helena's cheeks bulge out when his cock started to spurt. Man, I've never seen a guy take so long to come. He seemed to stay there,-with his cock lodged in my wife's mouth, for maybe a full minute while he poured cream down her throat.
"I was just about at the point of going over and rescuing her, when he let loose. Helena came up gasping for air. Pat was done, but she wasn't. I could see by the look in her eye that she was really turned on. She reached up and took Patty's cock and brought it down between her breasts. She pressed her tits together and started to milk that cock. But the guy was done, at least for a few minutes, and he gently pulled himself away from her. She looked disappointed as hell.
"I'd been watching Helena so closely that I didn't see what was going on with the other two couples. When I looked over that way, they were all buck-assed naked. And to add a little icing to the cake, they'd changed partners.
"Both the guys were eating out each other's wives. Down on the ground on their knees, sticking their noses up those two gorgeous little cunts. The girls just sat in their chairs, legs spread wide, taking all the attention they could get.
"But soon as those four realized that us four were staring at them, they got embarrassed and cut out all the fun stuff. Both guys jumped up almost together. They both hung their heads like two chastized kids. And the wives just sat there, trying to cover up their cunts with their hands. Stupid, right?
"That's when yours truly, the social chairman of the whole fucking vacation, came up with idea. 'Hey,' I says, trying to keep the mood light, 'everybody seems to be interested in a little action, but I think everybody'd be a lot more comfortable if it took place after dark."
"There were a couple of heads nodded. They agreed. I guess they were mostly all new to this wife swapping-orgy type thing-not that I was a professional-and I guess would feel one hell of a lot more comfortable not having to do what they wanted to do in the broad daylight.
"I also had an ulterior motive. I wanted to get my hands and prick on that little brunette. All I'd been left with that afternoon was big fucking Billie Joe and, if the truth be known, she just wasn't my type.
"Everybody sort of grabbed on to my suggestion, and we set up the arrangements for that night. After a campfire dinner, the girls would get together. We'd have something to eat, some drinks, and then fuck like skunks the rest of the night. No holds barred. It sounded great.
"But, Christ, did I go through a trauma when I got back to the cabin after this first little exhibition. Helena started to get conscience. All she could do was cry and talk about her being such a whore. Filthy. Disgusting.
"I did my best to tell her she wasn't a whore, wasn't filthy, wasn't disgusting at all. But that didn't seem to do any good. So I did the only thing that really shuts any woman up. I fucked her. And I did it right on the front porch of the cabin. I don't know if anybody watched, but they wouldn't have had much trouble seeing if they wanted to.
"That seemed to soothe Helena down. Funny how a satisfied pussy will calm a woman down.
"The women got together and planned the meal. It wasn't much of a meal. Very simple. I think the gals were as anxious as the guys were to get to the fucking.
"To get everybody comfortable and at ease, I suggested we all get rid of our clothes. Everybody stripped down. It was night, but you could see pretty well from the light of the fire. For the first time, I got a real look at the little brunette. Christ, she was gorgeous. Just as pert as you please. She knew she turned guys on and she sure strutted her stuff. I had to have some of that.
"And the blonde wasn't a bit bad, either. In fact, she had a better body and was better-looking than the brunette, but that little black-haired one just exuded sex. She was the one I wanted.
"After eating, we lay around and had a few drinks to loosen us up a little. Not that anybody needed much loosening up. All the men, as far as I could see, had hard ons, and the gals were so nervous and excited they just about had to put sponges up to their pussies.
"We had sort of a complicated system of arranging couples. The only rule was that nobody was allowed to end up with their own husband or wife. I handed slips of paper around, and pencils, and everybody wrote down a number. Between one and a thousand.
"It worked out swell, and what with it being a little more complicated than just throwing keys in the middle of a ring or some such shit like that, it got everybody even more anxious than before.
"Everybody ended up with somebody they weren't married to, which was the way it was supposed to be. Right? My only disappointment was in the fact that I didn't end up with the brunette. I got the blonde. Sue. Helena got the big-cocked Pat again, so I knew she'd be happy. The blonde's husband got my favorite little brunette. And wouldn't you know it, the little wiry guy got the big blonde Billie Joe. Christ, he looked like a little kid next to her.
"We all moved around, and for the first couple of minutes we all were a little tense and nervous. But we all swallowed a lot of our drinks, and started the 'laying on of hands.' For my part, I diddled that blonde's pussy until she was wet and willing.
"One of the best things about gang bangs is you're able to look around and see what everybody else is doing. Like, while I had my fist shoved up Sue's cunt, I looked around and had all sorts of sights to get me hot.
"The little wiry guy was already smothering himself in Billie Joe's cunt, and Claire, the brunette, was lying on her belly licking and sucking on the other Stan's cock. He was just leaning back, with his hands behind his head, enjoying like crazy. And, Christ, over towards the other side, Helena was already eating like crazy on that guy's big cock.
"I wanted to fuck, so I worked Sue up until she was hot as hell-all it took was a couple of kisses and my hot little fingers-and then I got in position between her legs. She wrapped her legs around my waist and strained to get at my cock. She was a hot little bitch.
"I slammed my cock at her. All the way in, to the hilt, on the first plunge. Man, she went out of her mind. She let out a scream that could have been heard in Chicago. But it wasn't pain. She liked it.
"Her yelling like that attracted the attention of the crowd, and our orgy started to look like an orgy should, instead of just four couples doing their bits in front of each other.
"While I was slamming my prick into Sue, the little wiry guy pulls out of Billie Joe's cave and brings her over. He kneels down next to Sue, sticking his rock hard cock at her mouth. Sue wasn't shy. She reached up and gobbled on that cock. The little guy-his name was Ken-immediately lies down right on top of Sue's face, his cock imbedded deep in her throat and starts to pump his hips. Wild scene. Then, he gets Billie Joe down on her back in front of him and he starts eating out her cunt again. She was happy with that. And I think Ken was smart to use his mouth on her and not his cock. After all, with her used to that mule-prick of her husband's, how was a normal-sized guy supposed to satisfy her?
"I caught the brunette's eye and motioned for her to come over. She was already being fucked-and hard-by Stan, but she managed to inch over and sit up so I could at least stick my tongue in her mouth. Her mouth tasted like honey, just like I knew it would.
"Helena and Big Cock joined the group. She was still hanging onto his cock with her mouth. I think she was afraid of letting him do anything else.
"And me, being the gentleman I am, pulled out of Sue and let Patty get down and start working on her with his mouth.
"I moved over right away to Claire and stuck my slimy, hot and wet prick right in her face. She leaned up and started to lick Sue's juice off it. I leaned over her and started to work on her tits and belly with my tongue, only inches from where Stan was slamming into her cunt with his cock.
"My God, what a wild scene. And everybody was cooperating like hell. I mean, as soon as somebody pulled away from somebody else, there was another body to take the first one's place. Like, for a while, Helena's cunt wasn't being used, so Ken pulls out from Billie Joe and Sue and gets over to her. He pulls her to her hands and knees and slams his cock to her from behind. Just like a fucking dog.
"And then Sue pulls the surprise of the night. She leans over and starts eating like hell on Billie Joe's cunt. Shit, did that turn the guys on. In fact, we all stopped what we were doing for a couple of seconds when it started, just to watch. All except Stan, that is. I guess he knew that Sue liked a little action with another woman.
"I thought Stan was going to fuck Claire all night, but finally-I guess he saw the pleading in my eyes-he pulled out. He went over and knelt down next to Billie Joe and let her eat on his cock. I guess he wanted to watch his own wife eat out Billie Joe's cunt, because he sure did stare at the scene.
"Finally, I had that little dark-haired cunt all to myself. Even with all the fucking Stan had thrown her, she was still tight, and when I eased my cock into that welcoming, beautiful little hole, I damned near shot off right away. But I controlled myself, by super-human effort, and managed to hold off. I pulled her up to me and all the while I was wedging my cock into her, we kissed like crazy. Tongues in each other's mouth, eating out each other. It was great.
"Then everybody started to come. And it seemed like when one started it, everybody had to do it. Stan was first. I guess seeing his wife work on another woman got him really hot because, all of a sudden, he started to moan like he was in pain and stiffen up. He lurched against Billie Joe's mouth and started shooting. Billie Joe, from the way she acted, had a come at the same time.
"And just seconds later, Ken started fucking Helena like crazy and then poured his load up her cunt. That damned fool wife of mine was still holding on to Pat's cock for dear life. She was becoming a suck freak. And I knew, for sure, that with a cock in her mouth and a cock in her cunt, she had come at least fifty times.
"Sue was next. She had Pat's mouth working on her pussy and all of a sudden she started lurching around on the ground, even pounding it with her fists, and had a giant come. She damned near shot like a man. You could see the juice dribbling down Pat's chin.
"I'm proud to say that I held off until everybody except Pat had come. And I'm also proud to tell that Claire and I hit the peak together. She started to grind her teeth into my bottom lip and moan from real deep inside. As for me, I could feel the come building up in my balls. I pulled my mouth away. 'Come with me, you fucking bitch,' I whispered.
"Not exactly a sweet nothing, but it seemed to do the trick. Some broads are turned on by dirty talk. She bucked against me while my cock flew in and out of her. Shit, it was the greatest thing in the world. I had to come. There wasn't a thing I could do about it. I pressed deep as I could into her, holding myself against her. I felt the first spurt.
"Talk about fireworks. I just shot and shot, and then shot some more. I could feel the veins in my cock working, that's how hard I shot. And Claire was right with me. She arched her back and, while I poured come into her, she had a giant orgasm of her own.
"That left only Pat who hadn't shot. All the rest of us sort of settled back to watch Helena still operating on his cock. I think he was getting a little bored with the whole bit. Finally, somebody yelled in the group for Pat to fuck her. He liked the idea.
"He pulled his cock out of her mouth and I caught a look at the expression of her face. Her eyes were completely glazed. I'd seen her excited by sex before, but nothing like this. In fact, it made me just a little jealous.
"But that's bullshit. How could I be jealous of her having fun after I'd just had that great fuck with Claire?
"Pat was the very methodical type. He spread a blanket down on the picnic table and then propped Helena up on it. Nice of him to give the rest of us such a nice, easy view. He spread her legs and pressed the knob of his cock up against her pussy. Helena's eyes were wide with excitement by this time.
"Then that asshole lunged against her with that big fucking cock of his. He lodged more than half of it inside her cunt with just one shove. I thought he'd split her open. In fact, I was ready to jump up and knock the shit out of him. Cut his fucking horseballs off.
"But Helena didn't mind it one bit. She took that vicious shove and wanted more. She bucked her pussy up to him. He shoved once more and, I swear to God, that whole cock disappeared up into her hole.
"Helena was having almost a continuous come by this time. I thought to myself that she'd never be satisfied with my cock from then on. But it didn't happen.
"Pat wasn't a hard fucker. Once he was in, he just moved slowly and continuously in and out of her pussy. That was the best for her. She moaned in pleasure during the whole bit. Pat built himself up to a come and then he just lay there, not moving, not making a sound, and shot up in my wife's pussy. It was weird, him not making a sound.
"He pulled out and almost immediately went over to Billie Joe and sat down. Actually, he was sort of a creep. Helena came over to me, glad to be back. I was glad to have her."
Here again, we are dealing with people who believe in sexual freedom, although it is quite clear from the narrative that all four couples were somewhat reticent to begin their swapping orgy. It would appear that these couples, for the most part, were new to swapping, although the husbands probably indulged to a great extent in extra-marital relations. This became apparent since all four couples had relative difficulty in the initial phase of the orgy.
Once everyone was agreeable to the swapping that they actually "planned in advance," everything seemed to run smoothly.
Stan, the narrator, appeared to enjoy not only the swapping of wives, but also his position as self-imposed social director. This was probably due to his gregariously outgoing nature. In his wife's case, it was later learned that through swapping, she found a vent for her pent-up anxieties caused by her husband's frequent wanderings. As long as she, too, could join in the "adulterous" activities, she was a much happier person.
For Stan and Helena, swapping seems to be an ideal method of strengthening their marriage and adding to their lives. To their way of thinking, they were doing nothing wrong; they were actually enhancing their way of life.