"I tried to grab hold of his back but we were both so sopping wet that my hands just kind of slid around with nothing to grab onto. I finally settled for his ears, kinda big cauliflower things that made pretty good handles for chicks like me who dig on trying most things at least once in their life…
'We were both puffing and snorting at each other like dogs in heat and it was kind of hard to breathe the way we were tongue-swapping. I shook my head away' when I felt myself gagging on all that tongue and he went back to banging my gash like a stallion. I couldn't see much of anything anymore cause my sweat and his sweat had gotten mixed up and were trickling in streams all over my face and into my eyes.
"Chickie and Mark looked like they were having a wrestling match and they'd already. moved about a foot from where they started balling. I fact, they were still' moving, an inch or so at a time. She was pounding his back with her tight little fists and making guttural noises that I can't really describe since I don't think I ever heard them before.
'When I blinked my eyes and looked at them again, Mark was on the bottom and she was back on top with her fingernails-I didn't realize she had any-sunk in his chest and clawing like a rabid wildcat. Her boobs-big, melon likethings-were swinging around his face like pendulums gone mad, and 'the whole bottom half of her body was spinning in. fast circles like a hot wired lazy Susan. Their whole scene was a trip by itself!
"My box was grinding and milking at Steve's cock something fierce. I don't remember ever being that turned on just balling Mark with no extra diversion around. Something in my soggy brain clicked 'on and told me Steve was gonna blow pretty soon.
"Hold on, baby!' I screamed. 'Don't come yet… No, pleeeeezz don't cooomme!"
"Sorry, girl,' he grunted. 'Your meat grinder works too fine. Ooooohhh-ummmm, babyyyyee!' "Too late, 'cause then the thick glops of goo shot out of his cock. The only thing I didn't expect was that he'd have so much come to give me. I felt my gash 'losing a lot of it 'cause it was shooting out too fast for me to take and there was just too fucking much of it.
"Jeeeezzzzuss, baby, where you get all that thick white cream?' I teased him in all seriousness.
"From eatin' white girls for breakfast!' he gasped.
'We were all done' for, even though Steve still had his tool up in my hole and was letting it drain. Mark was still all wrapped up in his work and wouldn't have noticed us if wed been in Hiroshima when the bomb fell. Chickie was really freaked out-tearing at her fits, her hair, Mark's chest, her stomach, the air … everyplace. She was mouthing words that never came out as words but only as screaming and groaning sounds, and throwing her long stringy head of hair around like a ball. Her mouth was wide open, drooling saliva in sticky streams that plopped anywhere they landed.
"Steve looked up and at her, then he kind of winked at me and whispered, 'Right on, baby.' "Hey, Steve,' I hesitantly panted. 'Does she usually go that far out just on getting balled?' "'Always,' he added with a kind of down-beat finality. 'You should see her when I'm balling with her; you'd think she was- ready for a straitjacket.' "Ummmmm.' "'Really, baby, she just wigs out-all out. I guess your old man has a damn good piece of meat hanging in there 'cause I ain't never seen her do that number 'cept for me.'
'We finally broke apart noisily and just lay there, white on black, taking deep breaths to clear our heads again until the next time.
"Want some hash?' I suggested because I felt like a couple of good hits would do me good. Steve said yes, so I filled the pipe and brought it back to the couch. We must've had at least ten good hits apiece before Chickie started screaming like she was getting killed or something. Mark didn't do much-just grunted real loud.
"I wondered what our neighbors were going to say the next morning. That's what you get if you happen to live in a cracker box. Fuck 'em. Two more numbers on, the radio and the wild ones split up and lay side by side looking like they were dead. I didn't worry about them-Steve had his hand up my snatch and was starting to do another number on me.
"I was just getting into another scene when I noticed Mark and the chick crawling across the floor. I looked straight at them even though I didn't once try to stop Steve's gloriously expert fingers from doing their thing.
"Well,' I said hoarsely. 'Didn't think you two were ever comin' back to the world of us straight folk.' That embarrassed Mark and his face got kind of red.
'Shit,' be mumbled, 'don't tell me you never balled before!' "I put on a real straight face and answered him. 'Never. Cross my heart and hope to die.' "Everyone broke up then and Steve threw me flat on my back, really ramming, his finger up my gash. Next thing I knew it was a free-for-all with me on the bottom and every one of those fuckers trying to get a piece of my hot tail at the same time. Now it was 'Swallow the Leader' all over again…
Chapter 5
Wanted: Gentle, safe, and all together w/m to age 24 for French love and other imaginative games by white re-born and sophisticated couple in 40's. Can bring a friend eventually. Reply, Box 38, L-.
"I think the whole situation really started to bud when we were in Rome. Since Claudia and I have always been rather free and easy with our sex life-finding additional paramours when we felt the urge for an affair of diversion-we never gave the structured swapping scene much serious thought.
"Why should we have? I had my little dolls who serviced me quite nicely during prolonged business trips, and Claudia, I'm sure, had enough to occupy her 'loneliness' in my extended absence. We didn't read many of the so called 'swingers' mags' and it never dawned on us that we could each have our delicious cake and eat it too. Claudia and I bad always told each other who we'd been with and what we'd done and had thrilled listening to blow-by-blow descriptions of the other's sexual entertainment.
"I had to leave town on business three days after we ran the ad. That was the time when the responses really started pouring in. I didn't feel badly about leaving, though; I was more than certain that Claudia could take good care of herself and make a good choice to be agreed upon mutually. This was, I'm sure you see, almost totally for her benefit as I preferred to take a back row seat at first and just watch Mr. X have oral intercourse with her.
"No, I wouldn't be alone. Claudia was much too considerate for that. I knew she'd have a suitable surprise waiting for me as well.
"Claudia neither looked her true age-forty-five, though she has been known to lie about it-nor did she look like an insatiable sex-oriented femme. She did look like a put-on, what with her careful pronunciation and dollar tags reflected in everything she bought. I guess she thought that the wife of a large catering firm's senior vice president should look that way.
"I'd barely landed my light plane with three short hours to spare when I found myself automatically clicking the heavy lock at my second home. The large apartment was quite tastefully furnished and, knowing my way well around it, I trotted off to the bedroom. Rose, my lady-in-waiting, looked like an oversexed woman-unlike my legal mate, Claudia. Her gravelly voice turned me on to her the very first time I heard it in an overcrowded cocktail lounge, and the shaggy mane of hair creeping down over her devilishly piercing slate gray eyes topped her off perfectly. What's more, Rose was one of Claudia's 'best' old friends.
"I knew something about Claudia that even she didn't seem to be consciously aware of after living with herself for four and a half decades. She was completely and utterly without shame a masochist. Two strong drinks and you could begin to rule her with an iron fist, then you could hear her purr like a pussy cat having its tummy rubbed.