"I couldn't see Sara and Drew, but I could hear them, so I gathered that everything was just fine with them, too…
"Partner swapping, whether you do it with marrieds or common-law couples, is the greatest thing since sliced bread. It adds a certain flavor and variety to life that isn't there if you're with one person all the time and forever. I don't think I could have turned my desires off once Drew and I made our first swap. Can anyone?"
Chapter 3
Seeking young woman to procreate child. Couple, sans hang-ups, 32, will pay well for participation and all living amp; incidental expenses. Please send description, telephone No., and your particular thoughts, desires, and needs concerning the above to P.O. Box 004, P-.
"Aggie and I had heard quite a bit about ads in the so-called underground papers-some good and some bad, you know-and even though we were quite sincere in our request we had a couple of letters that made us sound like a couple of kooks.
"After a month of checking our post office box and scanning each letter, we narrowed the field down to four and decided that the most scientific way to go about this sort of thing would be to interview each of the four girls.
"The first chick that we talked to looked like she'd taken her first bath in months and wouldn't take another if it wasn't some kind of an emergency. She looked and acted quite out of place in our Tudor-style home and even our small and unpretentious quarters dwarfed her.
"I have to admit, though, that she had one hell of a body on her! Geez! I'll bet those knockers must've been at least a 40 if not bigger and my little old tongue was really getting action trying to catch my drool before it spilled out. I thought of suggesting to Aggie that the girl stay with us overnight-you know, just to taste some of her meat-but the old girl said, 'Definitely NO!' "There went number one!… The second's letter sounded like just what we were looking for, but her appearance really knocked us for a loop! She looked like some mousy librarian trying to get her kicks and do a term paper, too! I was really sore at myself for believing anything!
"The third girl was really unique. She looked like she'd just sprung up from the, virgin earth, just as natural as could be and a beauty to boot! Her measurements (34-21-33) weren't bad, but she gave me a weird feeling-kind of like I was a big phony or something. I checked her off my list as soon as she left. Aggie, on the other hand, was: really attracted to this girl, Beverly was her name, and I could see that she was interested in more than just watching me trying to make us a baby!
"Number four was not only a looker with all the curves in the right spots, but she seemed to have quite a head on her shoulders. I opted for Francine, number four.
"Aggie stomped her foot for the little gal who'd come in wearing the peasant type maxi dress and the look of nature. I don't need to tell you who won.
"Sugar never tasted sweeter than the night we got to know Beverly. She was going to stay with us indefinitely-no departure time had been set-or at least until Aggie and I had our baby.
She was, as she looked, totally natural and almost completely uninhibited.
Nudity, we all agreed, was beautiful, and for the first time since Aggie and I had started living together, we all walked around the house nude and singing bawdy-type songs at the top of our lungs.
"I knew that Aggie had been more gay than straight before she met me but I never would have dreamed that watching her eye another woman would turn me on as much as it did. At first I was rather blind to the sheepish grins and sly pats on the ass they gave each other, but they were kind and quickly filled me in on what they called 'the scene.' "That first night let me know that this was going to be something I'd never even dreamed of experiencing. Bev strummed her guitar and sang to us while we slowly sipped our drinks in our dimly lit and cozily wood-paneled den. The songs were plaintive yet stimulating and quite erotic and it wasn't long before Aggie and I forgot all about our drinks and began to masturbate.
"Even in the dim light I could make out the dark fuzzed lines of Bev's slit and the more we masturbated in front of her, the more distended her cunt lips got until they looked like miniaturizations of coral reefs.
"Sitting yoga-style, Beverly spread her thighs still wider apart so as to afford both of us a good teasing view of what lay within. I felt my body craning forward to get closer to her, but it's strange that I didn't feel the jerky motions of' my own hand furiously whipping my erect prick back and forth.
"Aggie was working her slit more slowly, I noticed, but she kept her eyes wide open and riveted between our songstresses thighs.
"Beverly stopped playing the guitar somewhere along the line but kept right on singing in her lilting, haunting voice until she joined us on the wide sofa.
She snuggled in between the two of us and slowly rocked from side to side as if pushing us apart.
"Why don't we try the bedroom, dears?' Aggie wisely suggested before I blew my nuts all over the thick gold-and-white carpeting. 'I'm sure it would be much more comfortable and we'll have lots of room to play in!!
"Arm in arm we marched around the house, up the winding stairs, and into the huge master bedroom. Beverly seemed to take command here.
"'How would you like me, Frank?' she chimed. 'Sweet firsts or iced-over seconds?' "Aggie quickly read the puzzled expression on my face. 'Honey, she means to ask you whether you'd like to flick her or eat her first.' "I remembered the faint, womanly delicate smell that bad wafted into my flaring nostrils as I stretched toward the beckoning pussy in the den. I opened my mouth to answer most assuredly but all that came out at first was a squeak.
Embarrassed a bit, I cleared my throat and, flatly stated, 'Eat. Uh, I'll have sweet firsts.' "Nodding her head and rubbing her small hands together like a happy child, Beverly continued. 'Fine, just great. Okay, Frank scoot down toward the bottom of the bed. No. Don't roll over or anything. Just stay on your back but scoot down a bit. Us other folks need room, too.' "I bed the feeling that I'd led a very sheltered life. I know Aggie was no angel, but why didn't I know too much of anything? Anyway, I did what she wanted me to do, and waited.
"Beverly directed Aggie to the 'head of the bed, also on her back. Then she crawled in between us, on all fours.
'When I looked up and saw her carefully manicured but unpolished fingernails holding the pussy lips wide open, I realized how wisely she'd set this up. I also had an idea of Aggie's roll in this trio and I got so excited that I almost creamed before I'd even touched her for the first time.
"I squinted my eyes and tried to examine Bev's pussy in every detail, as if storing it in my memory bank for posterity. The lips were distended and a purplish red while the clit itself was a shiny hardness that demanded my utmost attention. I flexed my by now clammy fingers and feebly attempted to 'dry my sweaty' palms before I touched her. Her skin was milk white, glistened even in the shadows, and was cool as a soothing summer breeze. Her pussy smelled like a clean pussy would, but I also picked up a delicate blended fragrance of flowers and freshly mowed grass or hay of some kind-my favorite scents.
"Tenderly, oh so 'tenderly, I laid my eager hands on this delectable and fragile-looking delight and held her still and poised over my face until I could stop the trembling of my own body. It wasn't until I heard Aggie's whimpering moans and sighs that I actually brought Bev's temple of natural womanhood down to meet my thirsting lips.
"My lust rapidly gained uncontrollable dimensions and I felt every nerve ending in my five-foot-nine, one hundred sixty-pound frame go into convulsions as if I'd been plugged into a live Socket without having been grounded first. Rather than slamming her pussy onto my face, I guided it gently and applied my tongue with feathery touches until I felt the muscles in 'her sculptured thighs rippling in their sheer animal excitement. I became more forceful, applying increasing amounts of pressure and taking long laps at the hair-fuzzed vagina.