Middle-class swappers, according to Bartell, are more often than not "anti-hippie," seeing their concern with cleanliness-douche after each sexual 'experience, etc..-as the opposite of the so-called hippie style. Where those totally involved with swapping would much prefer good scotch and conversation re mate-swapping to any type of drug, Halley and Mark just float through life "doing their thing" and trying not to "put themselves in any kind of a category box."
We see here some of the radical differences between the generations as well as between the classes. No one, however, is yet or seemingly will be, qualified to rate one group of swingers-common-law or legally married-over the other. The principals and principle are basically the same; it's just the people themselves who are different.
Let us continue now with the following brief narrative of Halley and Mark's experiences with Mark's birthday present, Tishana M.:
"I wanted to see Mark ball her. I mean, what the hell, as long as she was going to stay the night and I had Lance to help take care of me, why not?
"Tishana woke up a bit groggy but looking just as good, if not better, than she did when we first got together. Playfully, I hoisted her legs back up on my shoulders and gave her slit a good long lick to kind of clean off whatever was still there. She squirmed a bit and giggled kind of hoarsely.
"You're pretty good, you know that, Halley?' she whispered in a-deep sigh.
'Real good. I'll have to repay you for that suck ummm… right now!'
'With the last word she spun around on the bed and landed on my' belly, straddling me. It all happened so fast that my legs were spread as wide as a subway tunnel and she could've stuck her whole head up there without me plugging up the hole fast enough. And once she started gobbling my gash, what could I do but just lay there and enjoy? Mark was kind of propped up on his elbow and looking at her scarfing my box with real interest. He played with my titties a bit but his mind wasn't with it-it was kind of a downer mechanical thing. I didn't mind, though, mechanical or not; my boobies need all the TLC that's available; and then some!
"I didn't see old bowser and I wondered if he was sniffing at Tishana's cunt and getting ready to pop his nuts in her shit-hole. I forced my chin to my chest and peeked down to see just what ft looked like when a chick was scarfing another chick's gash. Not bad, not bad at all! Very ladylike she was, too-you know, like carefully pushing the hair away from her face and holding the pudgy little lips open just so, etc. etc.
"Sure 'nuff, Lance was stirring. He walked up to her ass, sniffed at it and took a couple of laps at it with his sandpapery tongue. But no more action. He just up and walked off to a corner and plopped down. I think maybe old pooch was a bit tired after the workout we gave each other.
"I hate to look at a flaccid dick! There's nothing more sorry looking in this whole fuzz brained world than some dude's empty basket. Jeez, shit! When you think of all the goodies that come out of that thing, it's really unbelievable!
Who'd think that a thing looking for all the world like thrown-away tubing could do a shit's worth of good?
"Kind of absentmindedly, I guess, my fingers headed right down to Mark's crotch and the limp thing that desperately needed a bit of life. I rested my elbow on his belly and pulled his wet-noodle cock up and away from his body as much as I could so I could get a really good grip on it.
"It felt gnarled and gristly kind of, but workable. So I worked on it! In a couple of minutes I had a fairly decent semi-hard goi4 and the faster and harder I worked, the more it grew.
"Stand up and be counted, you bastard!' I hissed to it.
"'Lay down and get flicked!' Mark hissed back.
"Can't get… fucked. Getting sucked now,' I sassed back.
"What about me?' he asked in a little boy voice, 'Don't I get my nookie no more?' "Hell, honey,' I mumbled exasperatedly, there's more than one fuckin' hole down there you know!'
'We both laughed at that dialogue, man. That just cracked us up. Especially funny if you can dig on a very straight-looking couple-the woman's hair very starchy still from the beauty shop and all that crap-lying in bed thinking about balling but not knowing how to get started.
"Even Tish thought our conversation was a bit far out. She had the tip of her tongue flicking away at my clitty, but her face was up and her eyes were kind of dancing as she looked from me to Mark and back again. So then I jerked on Mark's bone some more-until it was a good sized 'piece of petrified lumber-and then I pushed him away with my instructions:
"Find a hole and stick it right in there! Don't be afraid, sugar-you won't lose it!' "He was grinning from ear to ear as if her asshole was some.kind of reward for his being such a goddamn good boy. We swapped tongues, really swapped them, until. I pushed him away for lack of oxygen, and slid down the bed until his telescope of a prick was in direct firing line for' Tish's appetizing bunghole.
"Go, baby, sink your missile… -Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… Oooohhh, suck that ditty, baby… and…
Blast-off, you fucker!' "I watched as he took aim and started driving it in, but Tish started really chomping on my clit so I couldn't really concentrate on too much of anything except that my snatch burned like a sonofabitch and the fuckin' fire was coming all the way up my body to gobble up my head.
"Too bad we've got one of those' kinds of beds with no headboard to hold onto.
I just grabbed the sheet and bunched it all up in my grubby little fist and screamed. I think I must've kept right on screaming until I popped my cookies and the come started dribbling out of me and running into Tish's mouth, nose, and down her chin.
"I kind of just lay there with her still absentmindedly gnawing on my clitty, and watched Mark ball her bunghole. Mark was quiet for a little while, then he shot off with a lot of growling and rutting noises like he was really in pain or something. That way I knew he really dug on the scene-be liked my. present.
'When I nudged him about five minutes later he said, 'Mmmmm, sugar, sure was sweet! G'night… and rolled over, sleeping deader'n a doorknob. That's men folk for ya.
"I didn't feel like much with him dozing off, so Tish and I padded into the living room and finished off the stuff in the pipe. I think we kind of flaked out on the couch, each one of us with' her hand up the other one's crotch.
That's called 'sleeping, friendly style,' I think.
"After the night with Tishana, Mark really went on a big oriental kick. If we had any bread, I think he would've gone to see if geisha girls were all they were cracked up to be, but since we had no coin, we just balled a lot together.
"Next chick we just happened to find was quite a bit younger than Tishana. She said she was eighteen but I doubt it. She was 'emotionally young,' you dig.
Just really some kind of a rhomboid square and a regular twerp except for the fact that she really dug the balling scene.
"It's a good thing this chick wasn't a lone number. Okay, I dug Tish's cunt, but not this one-no way! Anyhow, the Chick had a partner, this real hefty-looking dude that had a jackhammer on him like a stud horse. And black.
"Oooohhh baby! This sucker was coal black and just as beautiful as they say black is supposed to be. His name was Steve something or another. We didn't bother much with intros. I'd stayed away from Lance's groovy intermission plays for a whole day so I was all fired up when we met.
"The chick's name was Carla, I think, but I'll just call her 'chickie 'cause that's the kind of head she reminded me of. Anyhow, chickie and Steve what sits were toe freaks. I mean, like they'd dig on some gold or hash and get hung up sucking toes. Out a sight!!! I'd just never seen freaked heads like these were.