"Before I did that, however, I got a devilish urge to straddle Lance's face. He looked so vulnerable propped up on his arms and panting like a fish out of water. I walked over and brushed the damp hair off his, face. He smiled weakly and tried to say something but his lips were too dry and only a croaking sound came out.
"Holding my slit wide open, I lowered my pussy on his face and rubbed my wetness on his dry mouth. I was trying to keep my hips moving in time with the sensuous music, bumping and grinding in a mindless daze, and almost lost my balance at the first searing flick of his thick and squirming tongue.
"My ears perked at my own rapid intake of breath. 'Sssssssttttt! Ooooohhhhh!' and I grabbed onto his shoulders for support. Just as I felt that I would truly become temporarily stalled On Lance's tongue I' became rigid. 'Sorry, honey,' I cooed gently, 'that's all for now. Let's save it for later, huh?' I slid away from him slowly but in time to hear him curse, 'Goddamn broads!' I grinned, pleased at my own brand of titillation, blew Lance a loud kiss, and sauntered over to the foot of the gyrating and humping chain.
"Dawn was on her back and seems to have slid under Terry's thumping body as easily as a car mechanic under his work. In no time she had a mouthful of Terry and was obviously enjoying herself even as she held him steady.
"I could barely make out the tangled spray of ash blondness but could see pretty clearly from the tits on down. It was hard to believe that she was nineteen and possessed a body that was so forceful in its magnetism. Each curve had been sculptured and streamlined by obviously loving hands. The twin peaks, glistening now with their delicious beads of dewy perspiration were attention-getters. Her lithe body tapered perfectly to a small but nonetheless flattering waistline and then flared gracefully in to well-proportioned and gently padded hips.
"Even now, as I watched her legs directing the squirming motions of her enthralling body, I gasped in sheer delight. I felt my own body, gently caressing the lines I'd come to know so well.
"I was only two years older than Dawn, not too much more sexually sophisticated, if I might add, but somehow I didn't feel as alive, as enchanting, as vibrant, as she appeared to my feasting eyes. Being slightly narcissistic, I must admit that I've bad fantasy orgies while watching myself in the full-length mirror of our bedroom. I look pretty good, no matter which angle I choose to examine myself from. Do I look anywhere near as delicious as this piece by my feet? I wondered. I'd been told often that I was absolutely gorgeous and, by some more ardent lovers, that I was flawless to the last detail. I felt safe in assuming that all this was true.
"Not once taking my eyes off the vee of Dawn's mound, I sank to my knees and enjoyed the immediate sensation of soft and cuddly fur under my feet. Slowly, I crawled between her outspread thighs and bent to kiss her cunt as beautifully as she'd done mine. I wasn't too familiar with the landscape, so I explored.
"First with just one finger, then two, and finally with three, I entered her pussy and immediately felt the hot sucking that went on down there. Now I know why guys dig pussy so much! Even on 'fingers it feels good to have something sucking like that!
"Keeping my face shyly away from her bush, I extended my excited tongue and flicked it lightly over her clit. When I finally felt her whole bottom half start twitching I figured I was obviously on the right and only track. I pressed down harder with the tip of my tongue and Dawn's low growled moans encouraged me into a passionate fury.
"We'd advertised for people who dug exotic, imaginative fun and games, and I think we got the pair, exactly to fit our specifications. Just as I was making myself comfortable in her bush, Dawn raised her legs and hoisted them up on my shoulders. Rather than making me uncomfortable, as I'd imagined, it provided needed leverage-for both of us-and gave me more of an area to suck.
"If anyone was uncomfortable, I imagined it would be Terry. He usually preferred to do his boys and men without the addition of a chain. I did see, however, that with our friendship with Dawn and Lance all that would have to change. She liked her cock and her pussy at the same time.
"Everything started getting heavy about that time-you know, sort of violent. I think it started at the top, with Lance thrashing around under Terry's bobbing head. Anyway, we wound up in pairs again-Terry and Lance, Dawn and myself at first.
"I got a bit frightened when a whimpering sound shattered my private lovemaking. Startled, I looked up to find Lance mounted on Terry and pummeling my old man's ass with his cock as if he was drilling for oil. I was about to tell them both to stop it when Dawn pulled me down again.
"Hey, honey,' she whispered hoarsely in a totally unfeminine voice, 'can't you see they dig it that way? No sweat, baby, both our old men can take real good care of themselves.' As if on second thought, she added, 'And us.' "Well, that was our first night with Lance and Dawn. There have been more.
They've moved in next door to us now and we've gone in for more advanced stimulation. Anything for a kick, right?"
Chapter 2
We are a physically attractive couple, 29 and 24, who want more than the superficial out of life. If you like conversation, music, dancing, and grooving, and are young, trim, and truly interested, write now to Box 3766,
D- NO STAG MEN PLEASE!
"I still can't think of what it was exactly that brought the four of us together. The photos Hans and Sara had sent weren't much different from others we'd received and yet they were strangely and innocently striking. We picked this couple out of five and hoped that our meeting would be as much fun as their introductory letter seemed to promise.
"Every person has his thing, his bag. Our bag is a little bit of everything. My husband, Drew, and I felt that we could comfortably share with Hans and Sara and, quite likely, have a swinging good time.
"Drew is a professional photographer, at home and in public. We especially enjoy watching reruns of good times we've had with other couples at one time or another since we'd rigged the entire house with cameras that switch on with the lights. Each bedroom has three cameras tucked in the walls and one in the ceiling. Before we entertain guests we make sure the camera connections are made-after all, we wouldn't want to miss watching everything that goes on around our house!
"Drew and I had been relaxing around the house talking about Sara and Hans and trying to imagine what kind of people they were. We've always figured that if we were right it's like seeing friends from old times.
"The photo was intriguing and fortunately in color. Hans wore a beautifully fitting jock strap-which area, of course, is one main point of interest to me-and I felt my pussy drooling while my mind was trying to pre-create the feel of his hot body on mine.
"The letter noted that he was twenty-three, just one year younger than myself, and Sara was barely twenty-two. Drew, for all his twenty-nine years of the good life, looked worlds more mature and sophisticated than Hans, but somehow the picture boy's muscular build and piercing blue eyes topped off with a thick straw-colored and curly mane appealed to me-mostly on the animal level.
"I quickly noticed that Drew wasn't missing much in the area of vicarious thrills. I could almost see the orgiastic scene being created in his photographer's mind as he carefully peeled the scanty bikini off the smiling girl and chuckled softly at what he envisioned there.
"Sara, too, was fair-skinned and the pixie like silver-blonde peaks that framed her face fit her perfectly, I thought. According to the introductory letter, her measurements ran 34-22-36.
"'I gather her curves are in all the right places,' I purred softly into Drew's reddening ear as my fingers slid in the familiar opening of his knee-length lounging robe and stirred the musky nakedness underneath.