"I'd never before realized how totally I'd neglected her-even as I'd 'converted' her to heterosexuality. Her most erogenous zone was now being attended to by someone who could momentarily show her that he cared, and I felt like the super Mr. Schmuck for not realizing how badly I'd been behaving in my role as husband.
"The whip, now wielded by Beverly, cracked down on my shoulder blades and almost knocked me into a stunned kneeling position.
Reeling, I reached for my cock and 'slowly jerked on the hard bone-that's always helped me, too, you know. The Whip sang and cracked again… this time, surprisingly, it was in front of me and sent me reeling backward- into a gawky kind of standing position. I began to stagger toward the whip girl, meaning, for all my mind, to crouch between her milky thighs and-French her as long as I could…
"Lower it sang… craaacckk! I could feel the very tip of my pecker smarting from The' unexpected sting of the velvet thongs. Again and again until I was backed up against the far wall, arms outstretched, and with my prick telescoping out as if to meet the velvet persuader…
"Beverly came up to me and sat between my legs facing the same direction as I 'did. On looking down, I 'noticed that she was examining my balls from her strange upside-down position and I almost fell on her when I saw her ruby mouth slowly ovaling and preparing to suck my nuts in!' "Aggie was forgotten… Frank Junior was forgotten… Pete no longer existed. … only I, did. I gloried in the searing warm confines of Beverly's mouth, not even once noticing the constriction being wrapped around my unattended but not entirely missed prick.
'"What she was doing, I soon found out, was tying a series of' string knots all around my prick. – The more' I struggled against this 'mild bondage, the more it bit into the sensitive flesh the more the knots bit into the skin, the more excited I got and,the more I struggled with it. Whooooee! That's really a way to go!
"Her work completed, Beverly surveyed her job carefully and then engulfed the entire string-bound shaft in one noisy gulp! 'AE her tongue flicked along the lines of the thin string it intensified the deep and overwhelming pleasure I was feeling. I don't know how I did it, but I managed to stand up through the entire ritual!
"Aggie, looking a bit bushed but positively radiant, finally wandered over to check out our side of the room. After she complimented Beverly on her ingenuity, the two women got wrapped up in each other, violently pawing at and grinding against each other's mons.
"Only Pete and I were temporarily left unattended. Again I found myself thinking of his whole and what it would be like for me to actually ream a guy out. I found it quite' appealing even though I knew that I'd never go and proposition a guy for a ream job. I had an alternative though-to work things in such a way that one of the girls would suggest Pete and I really get-to know one another.
"No suggestions were needed. Pete wandered over and helped himself to my gems before he untied me and let me take my fill…
"Aggie and I have joined a swap club recently. 'Even though we rarely, if ever,' see the same couple more than once we do have a marvelously good time.
Beverly and Pete come to visit occasionally and we enjoy 'them as much now as we did the first time we all met."
Chapter 4
My old man's life won't be complete until he meets a Jamaican or Oriental girt.
Please help me satisfy him. He will be generous f you are the right girl. Good opportunity for satisfaction. Box 7569, G-.
"New to the whole swap game, Mark and I ran our ad three different times with three different layouts, in three popular swappers' magazines.
"The first ad was blah-to us, too-and seemed to draw equally blah people, closet freaks who seemed to have just shaken off ten years of mothballs. Even the pix of group No. 1 were so far out as to be unreal.
"The second and third ad's copy drew a better crowd for us-at least the girls didn't look like old Hollywood mouse librarians-but I didn't get particularly jazzed over any of them.
"The third ad, the one that was submitted to a very sophisticated swappers and single swingers' mag, hit the jackpot. I don't really know if the magazine always gets 8uch groovy people or whether the chicks that answered just felt their twats getting all hot when they dug on Mark's scantily clad and beautifully tanned physique.
"Anyway, that's how we finally met Tishana, a stately looking Javanese girl who gave me the impression of being hot and wild under• all that glimmering ice composure.
"The first night we just sat around and verbally felt her out. She was for real and we grooved on a water pipe while we settled in. Mark was really super turned-on by this chick. I don't think it's anything she said or did, really, but more that this fish had a walk on her that would be enough to hypnotize half of the truck drivers' union and all of the city council!
"It wasn't the overtly swinging walk-it was just that everything moved at exactly the right time and not a second before or after. She was fairly tall-I'd say around five foot seven-and not at all flat-chested like so many of the Orientals.
"I watched Mark out of the corner of my eye and even managed to sneak in a whispered conversation about our final decision. He was chicken, however, and I got the honor of telling Tishana that my old man wanted to ball her. Can you dig it, baby? I mean, it is a bit strange when a dude tells his old lady to please ask the pretty little girl to ball with him, isn't it? He really blew my mind. But then, he was my old man and I figured that I could take on just about anything that charged him. It's a bit of 'Love me, love my dog.' "I needed time to think of something far out to say so she wouldn't think I was some sort of weirdo… hmmmm. When Mark trotted off to the head, I made my first try. 'He really digs you, you know,' I proceeded calmly. 'He'd like to go to bed with you.' Another draw off the tube of the pipe.
"Her voice, though neither too low nor too high, had a certain sexiness to it.
It had body- you know? 'He looks interesting,' she whispered, coolly keeping her had all 'together.
"'Is that all? Interesting?' I hissed.
"She just flicked her pearly whites in a wide and easy smile and nodded her head, 'Uh-huh, very interesting!' How about that? I knew I was getting just a bit pushy but, if a chick is your old man's birthday present, you have to get just the right one.
"Mark slid back on the couch next to me just as I was hanging on the fucking cliff of her answer. Damn him, damn it all to hell! I cursed silently, stewing in my high with fantasies of watching Tishana and Mark.
"That first night seemed to be a disaster even though we agreed that she'd come over again. The next night Tishana was back with us and not nearly as uptight as the night before? It was so easy that I kicked myself for not having previously tried it..' "Mark and I were off from school that day so we spent it balling and reading some erotic things that turned us on. Before Tishana walked in, I had the feeling that she was really going to get some good lovin' this night Mark was more than ready-he'd been holding out on me for three hours, saving it all-he claimed-for the sweet thing of his dreams.
"I think she sensed it, too, and in no time we'd all gotten down to the nitty-gritty of our whole scene. 'Why don't you two make yourselves comfortable in the bedroom?' I asked. 'I'm really hung up on this book and I'll join you in a little bit' I doubt they needed any encouragement but I gave ft anyway.
"The book was a drag and the few really deep hits I took off the pipe didn't seem to do much with no one to share my high with. Slut! Since our apartment is a small cracker box with paper-thin walls, I could hear every damn thing that was going on in the bedroom, even though the door was only open a teeny-weeny crack.
What I heard was too much! I squeezed my snatch through the pants I had on and that just made me hotter and more resentful that there was no one to take care of me.