Chapter 12

Gary had been such a swell guy that Willa lost her reluctance to answer another ad. The magazine containing our ad still wasn't out, so she wrote to one nearby couple and I to another. We had to use their code numbers, of course, because their addresses weren't in the listing. My couple turned out to be dingalings, so we didn't meet with them, but Willa's sounded good. We met the couple she wrote at their place in Las Cruces. It was their first time, and the wife, only eighteen, was so nervous about it I stayed in their apartment with her while Willa took him to a motel. That arrangement wasn't very satisfying for me, since I like to be there when Willa is balling another guy, and the young wife left a great deal to be desired. She looked much better than she performed to put it bluntly, and since Willa wasn't overly impressed with the young husband either, we never saw them again.

Then our ad came out in the next issue of the club magazine and we were flooded with mail. Both our pictures appeared, and I guess a lot of folks liked our looks. Anyway, we had all the meetings we wanted there for a while, and we made some permanent friends among the more attractive swinging Southwest couples. We liked one couple in Hobbs, New Mexico, particularly well, and met with them several times both at their home and ours.

Leon and Nita McClintock are the names of our Hobbs couple. Leon is forty-five but slender and firm, has brown hair with a receding hairline and a round bald spot at the back of his head; Nita is forty-one and has a well-kept and very soft figure, and she doesn't bother trying to dye the salt and pepper from her shoulder length auburn hair. They're about the youngest people we know, at heart that is, and certainly the most oral. Give either of them the choice of only fuck or suck and they'll suck every time. Nita gives the best blowjob I've ever had -- bar none -- and Willa can hardly move after Leon eats her all he really wants to. I don't know if their being so orally oriented has anything to do with it, but they own and operate a plush restaurant called LEON'S CAVE.

LEON'S CAVE looks like exactly that on the inside a cave with a carpet and tables and booths. The walls are made to look damp and uneven, just like a real cave, and it hasn't a single window. It's lighted by indirect lighting in the rough-cut stone walls, and not very brightly either. It's air-conditioned, of course, as are most public places in the Southwest they have to be because it gets hot in July and August. It was in August of this past summer when Leon and Nita called us one Wednesday evening and told us to shag ass up and spend the weekend with them.

"We're having a party at the Cave," Nita told us (they've got an extension and so do we, so we were all four on the line).

"When?" I asked.

"Saturday night," Leon answered. "When we run the customers out at two a.m., we're having a sex feast in the main dining room. There'll be four other couples, so no problem; everyone gets to eat his or her fill."

"Who are the other couples?" Willa asked.

"You don't know them, honey," Nita said. "But Leon and I do, and we can vouch for them all. Come on up. It ought'a be a real blast."

"Why the hell haven't you thrown a party like this before?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Haven't thought of it," Leon laughed. "Gettin' dull-witted in my old age, I guess. So, are you guys coming?"

"Willa?" I asked.

"Count us eating and eaten," she said. "We'll be there."

"Come Friday evening if you can," Nita stated "You're our favorite people and we'd like to have you all to ourselves one night."

"We wouldn't be any good for the sex feast then," I said. "Besides, we can't. I've already set up some daytime appointments for Saturday. We'll see you at the Cave around midnight."

"If that's the best you can do," Leon said good-naturedly. "See you, kids," and he hung up.

"Bye-bye, sweets," Nita said, blowing us a kiss before she hung up.

They always hang up like that. When they're through talking they just drop the damned phone and go on about their business, leaving Willa and I hanging. It used to hack us, but we were so used to it by then we just laughed and said good night to each other before we hung up.

It was about twelve-fifteen when we entered the Cave that Saturday night. Nita, her full tits and buttocks moving sensually under the bearskin costume she wore, glided toward us in her official capacity as hostess. (The bearskin is artificial but looks real, and their six waitresses wear them too, with nothing else but sandals. It gives the place a primitive atmosphere, not to mention the exposed belly buttons and shapely legs Leon makes sure his girls have before he hires them.)

The place was packed -- it always is on Saturday night -- but Nita led us to a booth in the main dining room and removed the reserved sign as we sat down, Willa on one side and me on the other. Smiling, Nita scooted in beside me and furtively cupped my genitals.

"My dessert," she said, looking across the booth at Willa as her fingers toyed with me. "It's beginning to jell already. Damn, I'm glad you kids could make it!"

"Are the other couples here yet?", Willa asked, smiling back at Nita.

"Two of them."

"Are the reserved tables for the other two?" I asked, noticing reserved signs on a couple of empty tables"

Nita nodded and gave my rising penis a loving squeeze.

"Which ones are we having for a late-night snack?" Willa asked, looking around at the nearby booths and tables.

"I'd rather leave you wondering, baby," Nita chuckled, amused by the excitement in Willa's eyes. "You'll find out at two, and you won't be disappointed. Now, how about a drink?"

"Scotch and water," I said.

"Willa?"

"Screwdriver," she said. "A weak one, so I won't dull my taste buds."

"That's a girl after my own heart," Nita said. She called the cocktail waitress and gave her our order. "You hungry?" she asked as the girl went for our drinks. "I'm not going to feed you much, because we've got food later, but I think I could come up with a couple of small blood-rare steaks to hold you over."

"That'll be fine," Willa said.

"Whoops ... paying customers at the register. Gotta go. I'll send the steaks," Nita said, jumping and hurrying off.

Our steaks were one cut in two and served on separate sizzlers with full trimmings for each of us. Any place but the Cave they wouldn't've been considered small, though. Rare steaks is the specialty of LEON'S CAVE, and they're huge and mouthwatering delicious. Leon buys only the best cuts and still works in the kitchen as head chef even though he could well afford to hire it done.

Willa and I took our time eating, looking over the couples around us and trying to figure out which two of them were there for the swinging party, We couldn't decide, but when Nita brought a young couple to one of the two reserved tables near us, we knew for sure they were other swingers. Not by their looks -- you can't tell swingers that way -- but because of the table at which she seated them.

The wife was an ash blonde, about twenty, innocent-looking as hell with a round face and big blue eyes. I wanted to rub my dick all over her sweet face the minute I saw her. She must've been using that toothpaste they advertise on TV, because her mouth sure had sex appeal. Not a bad body on her, either, a little plump but well-rounded and nice to look at. Her husband wore an Air Force uniform with sergeant's stripes on his sleeves, and I could see Willa liked his youthful good looks as much as I liked his wife's. He was blond, too, but darker than the girl, with his hair crew cut.

"He's got nice lips," Willa said.

"They both have."

"And all those muscles," she sighed.

"You're drooling," I told her. "Come on . . . let's dance."

The other couple never showed. Willa and I danced and sipped drinks, and at two a.m. we were beginning to get hungry again. Nita had been right. The half steaks we'd eaten left us satisfied till it was time to start the sex feast. It was almost two-thirty when the last customers left and we knew for sure who the other two couples were.

Nita locked the doors after the hired help, then came to introduce us while Leon readied the food and took a quick shower in the back.

"This sweet thing is Lynn," Nita said, hugging the blonde with the face I wanted to screw.

"Hello," Lynn said, blushing.

"She's only nineteen," Nita teased. "And oh so tender! This handsome muscleman is her husband, Karl."

Karl grinned and nodded as Nita began taking off her costume and moving to us.

"Come on. Everybody get naked," Nita said, and as we all began taking off our clothes, she introduced Willa and me.

"This is Betty," Nita said, kissing the cheek of a tiny redhead with a slender freckle-covered body. "And her husband, Miguel. God, they're tasty!" she moaned, running her fingers through Miguel's shiny-black hair.

Miguel and Betty looked to be in their early thirties. He was obviously Mexican-American, with very dark skin and a lean build. The triangular patch of coppery red hair which showed when the diminutive Betty slipped off her panties proved her a true redhead, and all those freckles only made her well-packed body more attractive.

"Louise," Nita cooed, moving to a shy, brown-haired woman who looked rather average. "I'm so glad you and Frank could come. You're always a delight, and especially now."

Louise smiled embarrassedly, and Frank, naked, with the longest cock I'd ever seen hanging between his legs, put his arm around her.

"Today's her twenty-sixth birthday," Frank said. "And in case anybody's wondering, I am old enough to be her father but I'm not."

Frank was a distinguished-looking guy, what with his gray temples and well-defined facial features. He was sort of fat, but somehow you didn't notice because of the way he was hung. (We measured him later -- nine inches!)

"Frank may not be Louise's father," Nita said warmly, "but he is a father. Louise had a darling little baby boy two months ago. This is their first swinging party in almost two years."

Louise fondled absently at her full breasts.

"What's the matter, Louise?" Leon asked, grinning as he came in as naked as the rest of us, pushing a serving cart ahead of him.

"Leon, you old lecher!" Frank, who was older than Leon, called. "Good to see you!"

Leon shook hands with all the men and kissed all the girls, Louise last. "Do your tits hurt, honey?" he asked, when she kept fiddling with one of them.

"A little," she admitted sheepishly. "I'm breast feeding the baby and it's past time. They're full of milk."

Leon looked delighted as he cupped her nearest breast and very gently squeezed a trickle of milk from her enlarged nipple. With all of us watching, he lowered his head and licked the milk off Louise's tits.

"Mmm ... delicious, honey," he told her. "You milk is even sweeter than your pussy juice. Come over here and lie on the banquet table. I'll relieve some of that pressure for you."

"Didn't I tell you Leon would drink the baby's late feeding?" Frank asked, grinning as he and Leon led his blushing wife to the long table and laid her on it.

They bent over her and started sucking her tits. Louise soon began to smile. She brought up her hands and caressed their heads. "Poor little Clinton," she chuckled. "At home in Roswell with Grandma, drinking formula."

Nita motioned us all to the table, saying, "You guys don't hog it all, now. Let the rest of us have a turn. "

Frank and Leon reluctantly gave up their tits, and Nita and I took over. Louise was beginning to like the attention. She stroked my head as I sucked carefully at her left breast. Her milk was sweet and warm, and I liked the taste. I think I'd have sucked till she ran dry if Willa hadn't put her face beside mine and eased me away.

While Willa and Miguel worked on her, Louise started sighing. It embarrassed her to feel pleasure, I think, because she opened her mouth and went, "Moo ... mooo," like a cow.

"Nonsense, sweetheart," Frank gushed, stepping to his wife and taking her hand. "I won't have you belittling yourself."

Frank bent and kissed her, and we all crowded around and began stroking Louise and licking all over her body. She really let loose then, sighing and moaning as everyone worked on her orally. We all had a drink of her milk before she ran dry, and when we helped her off the banquet table, the party was well underway.

Once the oral mood was established, we had a ball -- a real sex-oriented feast. For openers Leon passed around a bowl of catsup, into which we dipped our dicks and sat lazily in chairs while the girls licked us clean. Then Nita got a brush and painted catsup on the girls' tits. She put a stuffed olive into each of their navels and we switched girls to eat the olives and lick the catsup off their tits.

By then all our pricks were stiff as boards and oozing clear fluid. We took a minute to allow the girls to lap our natural secretions from our cockheads, then, following Leon's lead, we slipped hollowed meatballs on our shafts and the girls ate them off.

Lynn, the young blonde with the round face and big blue eyes, ate the meatball off my rod. She smiled up at me all the while, and her face was so sexy I almost blew off in one of her eyes. I rubbed my cock over the tip of her nose and let my glans bump her eye as if by accident. She laughed and nipped the side of my shaft with the sharp edges of her perfect white teeth.

"Suck me right now," I whispered.

She licked my glans with her hot little tongue, then took it in her mouth and moaned passionately as she bit me.

I gasped with shock, but she hadn't really hurt me, and the way she kissed and licked my dick, now devoid of its meatball, more than made up for the second of pain her teeth had caused.

"God, you've got a fuckable mouth, Lynn," I told her. "I'm gonna come in it before this party's over."

She clamped her lips along the side of my shaft and sucked up a hickey. "You'd better, goddamn you, or I'll never forgive you," she breathed. "Mmm ... what a nice cock!"

The next course was men's choice. We switched partners, of course, as we did each time a different food was offered. I got Betty, the little redhead, and chose fresh oysters over the Rocky Mountain kind. Betty took a handful of the sauteed bulls nuts and began plopping them into her mouth as I laid her across a table and stuffed her cunt full of the slippery oysters.

She lifted her legs and hooked her heels on the edge of the table, making it easy for me to slip oyster after oyster into her pink pussy. I like oysters, so I packed in quite a few as she wiggled delightfully.

"You want a bull's ball, Burt?" Betty asked smiling down at me and licking her lips. "These are really good ones ... big ... and just full of delicious bull sperm. Here, have one."

The next thing I knew she'd reached down and stuck a warm, buttered bull's nut into my mouth. I started to spit it out, then decided what the hell and bit into it. She was right. The damned thing must have been fresh, because it was tender and very juicy. It's the idea of what they are and where they come from that keeps most people from trying Rocky Mountain oysters, I guess, because my first one told me how scrumptious they really are. I went over to the bowl containing the bulls nuts and grabbed several, then finished stuffing Betty's pussy with them.

She's a small girl, but her vagina held quite a bit. I was full when I finished eating my main course from her red-haired twat. Right at the last I had to suck pretty hard, but she finally helped me get the last oyster by contracting her insides and expelling it into my mouth. She loved every minute of it and so did I. If you think all cunts taste alike, you just haven't eaten enough of them, or else your taste buds are out of whack, because Betty had a taste all her own that seasoned those slick oysters to perfection, Man, they were good!

It was the girls' turn to have their main meat dish; and since penises don't have the load capacity of vaginas, Leon had prepared a blenderized meat paste which was thick enough to stay on our rods after we'd covered them with it. We packed the meat paste about half an inch thick around our cocks, and let the girls lick it off like it was ice cream in a cone.

Willa got the most meat paste by far, because her feeder was Frank. I could see she was getting hotter and hotter as she licked the stuff off his standing nine-inch dong. She's got a thing about big pricks -- sort of a compulsion. She says size doesn't matter much to her vagina, but she admits she feels compelled to go down on every huge cock she sees.

From the looks of it my wife felt strongly compelled to have a mouthful of bare rod when she'd lapped the last traces of the thick meat paste off Frank. Everybody had been holding back till then, but Willa lost control, and with a frustrated moan she opened her mouth wide and engulfed over half of Frank's huge tool. Willa's cheeks hollowed around his shaft in a death grip and her lips kept working in an effort to get more of it into her mouth. I knew she wouldn't let up till she'd taken him all the way.

Louise, who'd been eating the paste from my rod, got excited watching Willa suck bobbingly on her husband's penis. I could tell she wanted to do the same to me, so I cupped the sides of her head and pushed it deep into her willing mouth.

Like Willa, Louise lost her cool and began whimpering as she worked eagerly on me. I liked the sounds she made as her tongue flashed and her lips clamped tight around my shaft, but I couldn't help ignoring her in order to watch Willa. She really freaks out when she's going down on a cock as big as Frank's, and it excites me tremendously to see her so wild.

The other girls couldn't stand it. One by one they began blowing the other guys. We just lazed back in our chairs, grinning at each other and talking as the girls knelt between our legs and sucked abandonedly. I erupted first, and Louise grabbed my ass and held my spurting dick in her mouth, sucking harshly till she'd swallowed every bit of my first load. Frank took the longest. The rest of us were already through when he heaved a groan and let his come burst into Willa's mouth. God, I never heard her whimper like she did then. Her open hands stroked jerkily along his hairy thighs as she drank the big load he sent squirting down her throat.

The girls were panting with lust and demanded we reciprocate at once. Leon made a crack about them all being table grade stuff, so we each put the girl who'd blown us on a table and went down on them till they'd all had at least one orgasm.

After that we had drinks and danced nude, changing partners about three times to each song. Before long we were all getting back into the oral mood of the party, and there wasn't a limber rod in the Cave.

Leon uncorked a couple of bottles of champagne. We put the girls on the tables again, and he poured their cunts full of the cold bubbly. Most of them liked the sensation as soon as he started pouring them full, and all of them loved the way we drank it right from their furry cups. It was such fun we filled them up again and had a second drink.

Lynn, the pretty young blonde, was my champagne partner, and I loved the way she wiggled and sighed while I drank from her soft, pink cunt. She was a darling, and so sweet I felt like eating her up, bones, toenails and all. She must have really been turned on, too, because when I drank the last drop of the second measure of champagne from her delightful nest she grabbed my head and held my face tightly to her crotch.

"Keep drinking!" she whispered harshly, her fingers locking behind my head and trying to get my whole face inside her body.

At first I didn't understand, because all the champagne was gone, but I kept my mouth glued to her. I could feel her cunt sort of relax. It started to open, and the next thing I knew a warm, salty fluid gushed into my mouth.

Well, I'd never tasted that particular substance in my life, but there was no mistaking it. Little Lynn was panting raggedly and looking down at me with those excited big blue eyes of hers, holding my lips to her so tight our connection was absolutely waterproof.

"Drink it, Burt! " she gasped, lifting her pelvis to follow the involuntary jerk of my head. "Drink it all!"

We were all pretty high by then, and I was reveling in lust. Had it been anyone but Lynn pissing into my mouth, I don't know what I would have done; but as I've already said, I found her so sweet I wanted to eat her up bodily. To top it off she was terribly excited, and when a girl I'm with gets freaked out it always grabs me right in the guts. So, looking up into her wild blue eyes and blinking, I grabbed her soft buttocks and held her to me as I drank and drank and drank. The way she looked back at me with an expression of total bliss kept me swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her warm, salty urine. The little minx must have given me at least a pint, because when she quit flowing my stomach felt full and glowed with warmth.

I don't know if any of the others did what Lynn and I did or not, and I felt too depraved and ashamed to ask. My cock wilted and I slumped to the floor the instant Lynn's amazingly strong hands released my head. Feeling like the original dirty old man, I crawled under the table and lay flat on my back, gulping air to make up for the breathing I'd missed.

But Lynn was still hotter than anything. She leaped off the table and dove on top of me, her eyes wide and frantic as she French kissed me and licked my wet lips.

"Oh, Burt," she whispered. "I've never done anything like that in my life before! I don't know what came over me!"

I think I groaned, but I'm not sure.

"You darling, darling man! Now me!"

She kissed passionately down my body and took my limp rod in her mouth. She looked slightly insane as she stared up at my face and pressed her lips into the coarse hair surrounding the base of my dong.

My glans was in her throat, and the frantic expression on her soft-featured face told me what she wanted. I gave it to her. I needed to go anyway, so I just relaxed and let it loose.

Lynn moaned through her nose, backing part way off my dick and letting it fill her mouth. I've never seen such an expression as came over her sweet face. I read her emotions easily. Like I'd known, she knew it was something normal people just don't do, but also like me she was in a fit of temporary insanity and reveling in the total depravity of our extremely intimate act. I'd thought she was reeling with lust before, but it was nothing compared to the way she carried on while I pissed a virtual river into her hot little mouth.

For a minute there I was afraid Lynn had actually gone insane. She made some ungodly noises as she rapidly gulped down the stream of hot piss inundating her mouth and throat. When she'd drunk me dry, she crawled weakly on top of me and we lay under the table for nearly five minutes, neither of us saying a word.

(Incidentally, I've seen and sexed Lynn more than once since then, and we've never done that particular bit again, nor even mentioned it to each other. I know it was a onetime thing for me, done in a fit of lust, and I think it was for Lynn, too. In case you're wondering, no, I didn't regret it later. It was a spontaneous thing, a happening that hurt neither of us. To my way of thinking, life is for experiencing, and Lynn and I had a rare one -- but once was enough.)

Lynn and I crept sheepishly from under the table when Leon called drunkenly that it was time for dessert. It was also time to change partners again, and when I saw Nita coming toward me, I knew I didn't want to change. I wanted Lynn for the rest of the party, and I could see by her eyes she wanted to stay with me.

Nita is a pretty sharp gal, and I guess she noticed Lynn and I had something going between us, because she winked at us and went on past to Miguel.

Dessert turned out to be honey. Leon brought out a big pan of it, warmed and slightly thinned, and we all dipped in with our hands and began rubbing it over our partners' torsos. Lynn rubbed honey all over my buttocks and balls and cock, as well as my stomach and chest, and I packed some in her cunt and the crack of her ass, as well as all over her torso and the inner slopes of her soft thighs.

She licked the honey off me except for my cock and balls, then I started on her. Even without the honey she was sweet, but with it she was simply delicious. I licked her back and buttocks clean, then turned her around and started on her tits and belly and thighs. When I got to her cunt, she stopped me, smiling dreamily as she said:

"Let's finish together, Burt. Let's lie down on the floor and sixty-nine ... all the way."

I hadn't put any honey down her throat yet, but her voice was so sweet it sounded like I had. Unable to resist (we weren't supposed to because the party was strictly oral) I took Lynn in my arms and kissed her, crouching slightly so I could get my dick into her. Her pussy was very hot and tight, and the honey I'd packed into it made it feel tighter yet.

"Oh, you darling," Lynn breathed, her big blue eyes gazing lovingly into mine as I worked my prick slowly in and out of her sticky-sweet cunt. "If Karl ever gets sent overseas where I can't go, I'm coming to live with you and Willa!"

"I don't know what Willa would think about that," I told her. "But I'd love it. God, you're sweet! "

"Ohhh.. . oh, you, too!" she moaned, backing off me and dropping to her knees.

She pushed my legs apart and put her head between them, then open her mouth wide and took both my honey-covered nuts inside her mouth, sucking tenderly and sighing and gazing up at me.

For a moment I just stood there, letting her tongue lap over my balls and loving it. It got too sweet to endure, and I swung around with my scrotum still in her mouth, easing her to the floor on her back and lowering myself onto her.

"Honey dick ... honey dick," Lynn moaned, slurping off my balls and grabbing my shaft.

Then she had a mouthful of sticky cock and couldn't talk any more. It didn't matter. I didn't want her talking anyway, because her mouth felt every bit as good to my throbbing rod as I'd known it would.

"Suck it, baby. . . suck it!" I rasped, and had to clamp down to keep from coming when she increased her efforts.

I grabbed her legs and bent them up alongside her body, lifting her butt a little way of the floor and spreading the honey-coated inner slopes of her buttocks. Like a starving man, I licked the honey from the crack of her ass till every sticky drop of it was gone, letting my tongue flip back and forth over her rosebud anus each time it passed it. Lynn shuddered with delight when I formed my lips over her asshole and stuck my long tongue up her butt. I was too near orgasm to give her asshole the tonguing I'd intended. I wanted her to come with me, so I abandoned her clitless hole and covered her vulva with my mouth.

Lynn's cunt was in the true sense of the phrase a honey pot. It was full of the honey I'd wiped into it, and to make it even sweeter her vagina was copiously secreting its own natural nectar. For as long as I could hold back, I dug honey and cunt juice out of her steaming hole with my tongue till I couldn't get any more that way and had to start sucking for it. But I still didn't get it all, because when I started coming I sucked her clit into my mouth and whipped it with the tip of my tongue, pushing Lynn over the brink and carrying her into orgasm right along with me.

Damn, it was great! She shuddered and sobbed and drank down my load without losing a single drop, and all the while her body bucked spasmodically and I could feel her heart thumping wildly clear down in her cunt!

P.S.

I guess what I've written doesn't prove a damned thing, not really, but my wife and I had a ball living it, and I hope you enjoyed reading about us at least a little bit.

I'm sorry I can't give you an ending to this story, but it's about our swinging life, and that's far from over yet. In fact, although it's winter now and snow is on the ground up in Ruidoso, New Mexico, where Willa and I got seduced into swapping, we're going up there this next weekend, with a young couple who haven't tried swapping yet. We've been preparing them, though, Willa the husband, and me the pretty young wife, and I've got a feeling the four of us will spend more time together in bed than on the ski slopes.

Sincerely,

Bertrand J. Crane

P.P.S.

What a weekend! We never even saw the ski slopes!

Love, Willa