"Well, this chick's cunt was really out of sight. It looked like a well taken care of lawn-you know the thing. She had a little triangle of really kicky pussy hairs that looked good enough to eat even when they had come streaked all over them. Her snatch lips were wide open and puffed out, shiny with all the lubrication.
'While Lance's tongue was flicking away on my ditty, I decided to do a nonverbal rap on Tishana's cunt. She was moaning crazily into the tube of Mark's cock and kind of balancing him on her chest. The two of them were really wigged out on each other and I thought it was really groovy 'cause I never dug on a girl giving Mark some head before this scene.
"I pushed Lance's cold nose away from my box and padded over to the orgy bed.
Hell, they didn't even notice that I was in the same room! Sometimes that can really be a bummer-but not this time. ,"Lance started making a whole mess of noise-you dig, whining and yowling-but I shushed him up as I followed the shapely lines of Tishana's legs all the way up to her come-soaked pussy lips. The fish smell was out of sight and there were beads of woman cheese here and there. I flicked some of the cheese away with my fingernail and she twitched a bit like she really dug, what was coming down. "I crawled up there on all fours, then I gave my ass to Lance. This was really a weird way to play 'Swallow the Leader,' but why the hell not? I couldn't believe it, like I didn't hive to hold my nose or nothin' to dive in her muff!
That's 'really something for me-I'm no queer, even though I can dig on some of those people too. I didn't think I'd ever really find a cunt particularly appetizing-especially when I was being serviced, too.
"Here I was with my nose jammed up against her cunt and acarfing like I'd been doing it most of my life. Shit! Like all these weird things were going through my head-but it all felt soooo good! Then I felt Lance's paws hugging me real tight and I raised my ass just a bit higher.
His corkscrew popped out and sunk his liner right in there. Damn, I think the second time around 'was better for both of us! This time I didn't feel like a sausage skin that was being stuffed.
"The whole bed creaked and groaned like there was some four-hundred-pound acrobat doing gymnastics on it. I had a super good view of Mark's back with Tishana's fingers gouging him as far up as she could reach. I got so jazzed that I just leaned over and planted a big, sloppy wet kiss on his spine-kind of to thank him for doing his number and getting everything so turned on.
"Since I was on all fours, it wasn't too hard to just reach down into my snatch and do a bit of diddling on my ditty while Lance stayed busy with his rhythmic pumping in my shit-hole.
"Tishana wigged out completely when my tongue flicked onto her tuck button.
Like far out! Her long legs snapped right up in the air until they rested comfortably on my hunched shoulders. She hugged the back of my head with her feet-kind of getting her toes tangled in the long mop-and it seemed like she was really pulling herself down to meet my face.
"She was loudly moaning into Mark's cock-now-and he was blowing some garbled words I couldn't understand into the dark nothingness facing the wall. My fingers dug into her belly and kind of massaged her love handles as if they were boobs. There were no lights on in the room but I thought I could see a black light effect which made it really bright in there-to me.
"I heard her groan louder as her hips were fairly flying, slamming into my head, with her snatch pressed as tightly as possible against my sucking mouth.
I took her juicy clitty between my teeth and sort of rolled it around so I could taste it better. It was like the harder I bit down on it, the faster she'd drive her hips up and down until I felt like I was trying to catch a disembodied clit on a vibrating table.
"Old bowser back there was driving in me slow and easy. He had a good grip on my hips and all the spinning action I gave him with my can couldn't dislodge 'him-I don't think-and draw out his hose-like cock. My pussy muff was dripping like a turned on faucet with no 'off' handle. It seemed like gallons of my come slowly were trickling down my thighs and puddling at my knees. Damn! I was really hot to trot this time around!
"My fingers had no trouble finding the hot spot and working that place into a mechanical tizzy. I don't know exactly how fast my hand was flying down there but I remember that it was really stiff-kind of like arthritis-for about an hour after the tuck scene.
"Sweat was pouring off all of us in buckets-I could see the small pools of stuff on Mark's neck and it was plastering little ringlets of hair all along his collar line. My own hair felt stringy and kind of like after a shower and before drying off. I couldn't see too much of the chick cause Mark made a better door than a window.
"I let go of Tishana's clit and concentrated On burrowing my tongue inside her hole, mostly to see just how far I could get it in there. Damn! As soon as I started sinking it in she started doing an epileptic number-just twitching and convulsing all over the place! Her hips dragged me all over that bed before she finally bucked up violently, trembled rigidly-and collapsed under my come-covered chin.
"Mark was cursing like a sonofabitch. 'C'mon, baby, suck it! Give me some real head…s-u-c-k, you mutha! Gimme some tongue oooohh, aaaaughhhh!' "I knew that his hands were doing something or another in front and I craned to see what the hell was going on. I'd never seen him get that loud before. Like he had' that chick's hair all wrapped up in his ham-hock hands and he was really pulling it!. You woulda thought it hurt or something but the fish kept right on drinking his juice like nothing was bothering her. Out of sight!
"I felt Lance's gnarled rod pumping real fast, so I gave my clitty some super action with the old hand. All of a sudden the whole room was an echo chamber of screaming mouths-everybody screaming 'and Shooting off come at the same time like a water main had busted somewhere! 'Woke up a half hour later in a tangle of arms and legs with Tishana's sleepy cunt lips winking at me… "
The narrator of' this history is Halley S., a twenty-two-year-old stenographer in a rather large advertising agency. Carrying measurements of 38-25-38, Halley appears to be everything but what she is-until she opens her mouth. Her lover, Mark, is a twenty-three-year old apprentice engineer.
At any other time in history, readers might have been shocked to see the language Halley uses pop out of the page at them. Not any more. Yesterday's standards of love and war have been burned in the incinerator and don't apply to the generations born after the Second World War. In fact, many of the old standards don't even apply to people who were around during the aforementioned war.
The sharing of one's body has become a strange sort of pseudo-religion to some, with psychologists and youth feeling that we have lost contact with our bodies and have severed ourselves from our emotions. Peeling is stressed more than rationality, the "religion" of the past Halley is feeling. We note how she preferred to present Mark with a girl for his birthday instead of the old-fashioned gift standard. Experience is her holy grail-a strong emphasis is placed on love, feeling that man can only find himself through the vehicle of emotional and often physical sharing. Halley and Mark share with many people and had done so for quite a while before they discovered the label, "swapping," that was put on their actions.
Older generations who nostalgically remember the "good old days" when air was clean and sex was dirty would be horrified at their lifestyle. Matronly ladies would flutter their kerchiefs and collapse five minutes after Halley began to speak; professional older men might also be taken aback, but not for long.
Unlike the subjects interviewed and questioned by Gilbert D. Bartell, Ph.D., Mark and Halley are unique in that they swap partners for involvement rather than exchanging partners in preference to having one or several long or brief affairs. According to Bartell's Group Sex, the more common everyday swappers would not agree with Halley and Mark on many points, not the least of which is their obviously easy and totally uninhibited lifestyle. Halley and Mark would be considered "hippies" and therefore not usually suitable for the swappers' quiet gatherings in suburbia homes.