Chapter 12
It was their first swap party, and four couples were there-the Wallaces, the Packards, a black couple named Clo and Rod Williams, and Bob and Nancy.
The festivities of the evening began with a game which Laura proposed. She had gotten the idea from her experience with Charley Springer.
"All right," she said, "here's what we're going to do-all the men will undress first, and they'll line up at one side of the room. Then we girls will take our clothes off slowly and as teasingly as we can. The object of the game will be for the men to try to keep their cocks from getting hard. The last guy to get a hard-on will be the winner, and hell have his pick of the women for tonight."
"Laura, you're a real dum-dum!" Tracy exclaimed. "What good is a party like this without stiff pricks?"
The exotic Negro girl, who had voluptuous breasts and hips and a poutingly beautiful face, shouted her agreement.
"Now don't get pissed off!" Laura said. "Goodness knows, I like a good stiff rod as well as the rest of you chicks, and the boys will be stiff enough when we're ready for them, don't worry. But this will let us see which man can control himself best."
Finally everyone agreed, and the men moved to one side of the room while the girls remained seated.
Bob's nervousness showed in the rosy tinge of his cheeks. But he went along without protest. He and Nancy had agreed that they would give the swap club, and all its far-out activities, a fair test. Then they would decide if they wanted to continue to swap or now.
He undressed with the rest of the men.
It was apparent to everyone, after they all had their clothes off, that the black man was the best hung of the lot. His pecker dangled long and thick, even when it was soft. Bob's showed up well as far as length went, though it was shorter than Rod's. Dave and Rex were about equal in third place.
There were lewd remarks and a lot of laughing, particularly after the girls started to strip. Someone put on an album of stripper-type music, and it was a humorous as well as erotic sight to watch the four women try to emulate Lili St. Cyr.
The men did pretty well in keeping their physical reactions under control while dresses and blouses and skirts were removed. But as soon as the bras began to go and hobbling bare titties went on display, the boys' rods started to gather mass and stiffen out.
Bob developed a full-fl-edged hard-on first. Rather than being ashamed, he was actually rather proud of himself ... though embarrassed, too.
The girls cheered him.
Clo said, "Man, you got yourself a pretty good sticker!"
Dave's came up when the first patch of pussy hair was revealed. Then Rex got hard. Rod was the last to develop a full erection, and it was a magnificent thing-the black shaft thick and straight as a post as it shoved out and upward from his kinky dark loins, the head on it red as a tomato and nearly as large, but by no means as soft.
Rod had his choice of the women, and he took luscious blonde Nancy.
Bob felt a sharp twinge of anger, but he suppressed it. After all, he had agreed to the game.
Somebody yelled, "Take her right here. We want to watch."
Rod was willing. Nancy, seemed very embarrassed, but there was nothing she could do.
An area in the center of the room was cleared, and the couple got down on the rug.
Rod expressed a preference for dog fashion, and he asked Nancy if she minded.
"No," she said weakly, and positioned herself on hands and knees, her luscious titties hanging down.
The extremely well-built black man approached her from the rear. His huge hands lightly caressed her pale, beautiful buttocks, and the effect of black on creamy white added to the erotic impact.
He bent and kissed one of her upthrust buttocks. Nancy quivered, and there were oh's and ah's from the group looking on.
Rod pinched both butt cheeks gently and spread them apart. Nancy arched her back, exposing her genitals entirely. He moved up, his immense cock quivering.
He let the head of that masculine marvel slide gently along her hair-fringed groove until it reached the right port of entry. Feeling it against her cunt gave Nancy a wild new sensation which quickly made her ready for Rod's penetration.
He held his cock in his hand and moved it a little, nuzzling her pussy lips with its massive head, gently gaining entry through her vulva. When he was himself positioned correctly for the thrust which would take him up into her inner channel, he asked, "You ready, baby?"
"Ves!" she breathed passionately. "Shove it!"
Shove he did, and she squealed with delight to feel such a massive prick in her body.
Bob watched with rapt interest. Strangely, he wasn't resentful now. He was fascinated by the extreme eroticism of the spectacle.
As Rod began to pump his powerful tool in and out, Nancy rotated her hips. He fell forward against her back and reached underneath to play with her tits with one hand while he tickled and stroked her quivering little clit with the other.
Hardly anything was said by the people who stood around watching. All of them were mesmerized. The men's cocks stood rigidly at attention. The women's pussies throbbed in vicarious delight.
Rod finished Nancy in that position, pumping fiercely in and out of her cunt as he pinched and rolled her clit and milked at her swollen nipples. She quaked and sobbed as she came. He growled and threw his hips forward, squirting his sperm deeply into her.
The couples now paired off to go to different rooms, and the choice was by lots, as they often did it.
Bob got Laura; Nancy got Rex this time; Dave paired with Clo, and Rod with Tracy.
Bob and Laura enjoyed themselves a great deal. She guided him to go down on her, then gave him the same treatment in return. He asked if he could start the screwing dog fashion, and she agreed. They finished the mama-and-papa way, with Laura on her back and Bob atop her.
After the party, as they were driving home, Bob and Nancy compared notes.
"Well, did you have a good time?" he asked. "Yes," she answered simply.
"How did you feel about doing it with the black man?"
"How did you feel about it?" she returned, watching him closely.
"I resented it at first," Bob admitted. "And then I didn't. Finally I had to admire him-he was damned good, and very well hung."
"Did you enjoy Laura?" she asked.
"Of course," he said.
"Do you want to go to any more of those parties?"
He considered the question for only a few moments, then said. "Yes. I don't think we've given them an adequate trial yet."
Nancy agreed.
Their next experience was a weekend up in the mountains. One of the club members owned a lodge, and three couples made the trip. They agreed in advance who would sleep with whom.
Bob got Helen Vaughn. Nancy slept with an attractive man named Harry Elmore. Mrs. Elmore, a very sharp platinum blonde, shared a bed with Art Vaughn.
Helen kept Bob busy all night.
She liked the top position, and she kept scrambling astride him. After the second go, she had to use her mouth on his penis each time to get him into condition for another romp. The technique never failed, and they made it six times before they got dressed the next morning.
In comparing notes later, Nancy reported that she had worn out her date in two sessions and had let him sleep.
"Now how do you feel about swapping?" Bob asked when they were alone. "Do you want to do it any more or not?"
"Bob ... I don't know," she admitted thoughtfully. "It's good, and yet it isn't. I have to admit the variety is interesting, but I seem to have a let-down feeling afterward."
"There's always a let-down after sex," he said. "No. I'm not talking about just the physical effect. There's a mental ... maybe you could call it a spiritual let-down."
"A sense of guilt?" he queried.
"No, not that. I don't feel guilty about it. I've outgrown that foolishness. It's just that sex doesn't seem to have the wholeness any more that it used to have. When I do it with somebody else, it's only physical ... almost like masturbation."
"I see what you mean."
She looked at him closely. "Do you have that feeling too?"
"A little," he admitted. "Does it bother you?"
"I don't know. I think we ought to stay in the club a little longer, until we're both really sure. Maybe we'll get over the aftereffects, in which case we can go on living this way. Otherwise, we'll know once and for all that this sort of thing isn't for us."
"All right, Bob. Whatever you say." She slid close to him in the car and look hold of his arm.
Their next experience was a really wild affair at the home of a couple of members they hadn't met before. It was a larger party, there was more drinking, and the host insisted that all sex take place in the huge living room, with everyone participating at the same time.
The floor quickly turned into a fantastic sea of wiggling, tossing flesh, with people ministering to more than one partner at the same time, and being fondled in return by more than one person.
For instance, Nancy was pulled atop a recumbent man who fitted his cock up into her pussy while a second man tongued her anus and a third forced his long rigid pecker into her mouth.
Bob had a woman crouching atop him, facing his feet. He vigorously poked up into her cunt, and she wiggled and slid up and down on his stick while she sucked the penis of a man who knelt at Bob's feet. While they were in the midst of this, a second woman straddled Bob's chest and offered him her sopping snatch to kiss. As far as he knew, she might have been sucking some man's pecker next to his head.
It was wild, and the let-down afterward was even more pronounced than on the previous occasions.
Bob and Nancy reserved judgment that night when they got home. They were both too tired and, after bathing thoroughly, tumbled into bed with hardly a word exchanged between them.
In the morning, Bob woke up first. He made his way to the kitchen, put the coffee on, then returned to the bedroom to awaken his wife.
When she was sitting up and looking at him, her hair charmingly tousled and one shoulder strap of her nightie sliding down her arm, he asked, "Well, baby, what do you think? Do you want to go to the club's next party or now?"
She looked him right in the eyes. "You know what I want to do, really?"
"No. Tell me."
"I want to make love with my handsome husband right now."
"Hey...." he said, his voice turning a little husky. "That sounds like it just might be a pretty good idea."
He slowly drew the covers back to reveal her beautiful golden legs and the ruffles at her lap where her nightie ended, covering but not concealing her luxuriant tangle of soft blonde curls.
The sight aroused him immediately, and he backed up on the bed so he could pull her baby-doll panties away. Nancy spread her thighs.
He gazed at the luscious pussy and exclaimed, "Goddamn it, why is it all right for me to eat other women at these cockeyed parties we go to, and all right for you to go down on other men, but we can't seem to bring ourselves to do it with each other?"
"Oh, Bob! I've been wanting you to suggest it ever since the day we had that awful fuss. I haven't dared bring it up since then. But I want you to know, my attitude has completely changed."
He grinned all over. "So has mine, baby! So has mine!"
With that he dived for her, spreading her legs as wide as he could and bringing his hungry mouth smack against her pouting pussy. His lips forced her vaginal lips apart, and he delved with his eager tongue.
Nancy wrapped her legs around his bobbing, twisting head and spasmodically bumped her pelvis against him as he ate his fill.
Next it was her turn, and he stretched out on his back to let her bend over him and take his rigid, throbbing penis into her warm, mobile mouth.
She sucked and licked him for quite a while, until he simply couldn't stand it a moment longer, then he gripped her firmly by the shoulders, throwing her off him and onto her back.
As he swung atop her, she opened her thighs very wide to receive him, and his slick, rigid prick slid smoothly all the way into her delightful cunt.
"Darling!" she cried, wrapping her arms and legs about him. "I want you to take me hard. Really screw me! Oh, daddy screw me good!"
He gave her everything he had, first using long steady strokes that powered all the way to her womb, then switching to short rapid jabs that imparted constant intense titillation to her tingling clit. His rhythm accelerated, and she pounded up to him, going faster and faster. Finally she screamed and had a wonderful, clasping, quaking climax which made him drive deep and expel his charge in ecstatic bursts that sent shudders through his whole body and made him groan with delight.
Afterward he reminded her. "You didn't give me your answer about the club."
"No, I didn't, did I?" she replied as she nestled nude in the curve of his strong arm, her back snuggled against his chest. "What answer to you want me to give you?" she asked carefully.
He idly toyed with her tits. "I don't want to say. I want you to be the one to tell me."
"Promise not to be angry?"
"I promise."
She took a deep breath and told him, "I want to quit the club for good and all."
"Oh, baby, I was hoping you'd say that!" he exclaimed, and turned her so that her lovely soft breasts were jammed against his naked torso.
He asked, "What do we need a club like that for when we've got all the action that either one of us needs or can handle right here in this bed, every night and morning of the week?"
"Every night and morning?" she squealed. "Oh, Bob, that would be heavenly!"
They kissed, after which he turned her onto her back once more and took his position between her spread upthrust thighs.
His rod was rigidly erect for the second time that morning, and he tilted it toward her moist, inviting pussy.
"This is it from now on, baby," he said as he prepared to enter her.
"This is all I'll ever want," she assured him. He rammed his hips down and forward, spearing his seven inches slickly into the slippery channel of her cunt. They screwed ecstatically.