FOREWORD (48 page)

I began masturbating when I was twelve years old. It took me about six months before I learned that if I moved the loose skin on my circumsized penis up and down with my hand the sensations were much more pleasant than when I rubbed the palm of my hand around on the head. I remember Nancy Friday

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one summer night lying awake in my bed pumping up and down on my prick with my hand when I suddenly felt a strange and wonderful sensation. A wet substance came out of my penis onto my hand. I thought at first I had urinated, but it just didn’t feel the same as urine and the sensation had not been the same as when I peed. I crept into the bathroom and turned on the light and much to my surprise and amazement, I found that I had had my first ejaculation. The ejaculate was clear and sticky, not white like my friends said it would be, but nonetheless I knew that I had finally “come.” I very excitedly told my buddies about it the next day, and I felt much more mature to be in the select group of “comers.” After masturbating to ejaculation several times over the next few nights, my ejaculate became a creamy white color, and I was relieved to know that I was completely normal. I continued masturbating an average of at least five or six times a week through my teens and until my early twenties. I still masturbate whenever I get the urge, but its usually only once or twice a month these days.

When I was a boy, I would fantasize during masturbation about the girls in my neighborhood. I didn’t have a completely accurate idea of what intercourse was all about, but I knew that I wanted to put my “prick” in some girl’s “pussy.” The girl who I most wanted to fuck was Joyce. I frequently visualized walking with her into the woods at the end of the street where she would lie back on the soft pine needles and pull off her panties. I would lie down on top of her and put my prick between her legs. I didn’t know whether you were supposed to move or not, but technicalities didn’t bother my twelve-year-old mind.

Now let me tell you about my wife and another girl at the same time. I have always been strongly sexually attracted to her sister. I imagine the three of us are on our king-size bed and my cock is buried to the hilt in my sister-in-law’s cunt while I am sucking my wife’s clitoris. All of us come in a frenzied screaming orgasm.

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Another favorite fantasy is that my wife and I are swapping partners with another couple. She and her lover are fucking on the thick shag rug with only the firelight from the fireplace for illumination. The flickering light gives me fleeting glimpses of my wife’s face as she throws her head back with her mouth gasping and her lover buries his prick into her cunt. I see the lips of her cunt clinging to his cock as he slowly pulls his penis out only to shove it back into her again.

As I watch my wife, I am fucking a blond-haired and blue-eyed vixen with rather smallish breasts and a long slender neck and long legs. Her cunt is tight and her vaginal muscles alternately squeeze and release my prick. She is sitting astride me and we slowly fuck and watch the other couple. I come again and again, but we never stop fucking. I wish that imaginary stamina were true in real life. Two or three ejaculations a night is the best I can achieve now, and usually it’s only one.

HARVEY

My wife and I are both upper-middle-class, college educated, living in one of the “affluent” suburbs. I have a responsible job as an executive of a moderately large corporation. I’m in my upper fifties; she, in her lower fifties. Married close to thirty years and parents of two children.

We’ve tried swinging a number of times but have been grievously disappointed by the unfeeling people we’ve met.

We longed for a truly understanding, affectionate, long-term relationship with another couple who could be friends as well as bed partners, people to whom we could truly relate and with whom we could relax and feel at ease in an uninhibited relationship.

I learned a long time ago, back in high school, that I just can’t screw a woman until there is some small element of a friendly and affectionate relationship between us. I don’t have to love her, but I do have to like her. The prospect of Nancy Friday

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cold, calculated, unfeeling sex leaves me unable to get a hard-on.

My fantasy involves the couple we’ve never been fortunate enough to find, and it goes like this....

Their ad in the swinger’s publication had sounded fine: intelligent, restrained, and discreet. The first phone conversation had been encouraging. Dick had a full, firm voice that smacked of self-confidence and assurance without undue aggressiveness – just the kind of man to take Betty in hand and put her at ease. Diane’s voice had an innocent sexiness and a low, throaty laugh that hit me right in the crotch.

I opened the front door and watched them get out of the car. There was a flash of creamy thigh as Diane swung her legs out and then stood up, smoothing down her skirt. Dick and I sized each other up quickly as we shook hands. Just about my age and build. Good smile. The handshake was firm but with no attempt to crush any bones. I could not helping thinking that Betty would enjoy the feel of those firm but gentle hands on her breasts.

The martinis just hit the spot, and I was aware that they were relaxing from a tension that hadn’t been apparent at first sight. I liked that too. They weren’t so blasé that we were just bodies instead of people to them. As we chatted about life in the suburbs, an eavesdropper would never dream that in a half-hour or so, we were going to be fucking like four rabbits.

And Diane was worth everything a man could give her.

Damn, but that innocent, little-girl sexiness was making me as hot as a blowtorch.

Most women like a certain firm directness on a man’s part.

I pulled the laces and kicked off my shoes. The hi-fi was loaded with a tape of Glenn Miller, Artie Shaw, Benny Goodman, Tommy Dorsey, and Guy Lombardo. I snapped the switches and “Moonlight Serenade” flooded the room from four speakers. Diane looked a bit puzzled as I knelt at her feet and slipped off her shoes. But she smiled gaily as I took her hands, pulled her to her feet, and into my arms.

“What are you thinking about?” she invited.

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“That we were both naked as we dance so I could feel those full, lush titties rubbing against my chest and your warm, wet pussy moving against my cock.

“And when the music stopped,” I went on, “I’d lay you down, slip in between those magnificent thighs, bury my cock right up to the balls in your luscious pussy, and fuck you until I pumped such a load of cream into your soft-white belly that it would run out your ears.”

I couldn’t be mistaken. Her breathing had quickened) We danced a while longer. Sound crazy? She was such a good dancer, I didn’t want to rush this. I liked this girl and would have enjoyed her company even if I knew I couldn’t lay her. I glanced at the couch and laughed softly. I hadn’t seen Betty move over to join Dick. Her blouse was open to the waist and Dick was sucking her lovely tits like a starving man going after twin sirloin steaks.

With my hands on Diane’s luscious ass, we stopped dancing. I reached behind me and snapped off the hi-fi. Glenn Miller had done his job. The rest was up to me.

“I love to watch Betty getting fucked,” I told her. “I’m never as proud of my wife as when I see how much pleasure she can give a man when she takes his cock in her warm, wet pussy and makes him spill his load in her soft, white belly.” Small, convulsive contractions were running through those gorgeous buttocks that filled my hands as Diane began to gently hump her pelvis against me. “That’s when I enjoy fucking her the most,” I went on. “When I can slip my cock into her and feel how slick and slippery she is from the cream another man’s prick just poured into her.” Diane slipped her hand down between us, got a good grip on Peter, and squeezed.

“When the evening is over,” I said, “and I take Betty to bed, I hope I’m going to feel a good load of Dick’s cream in her cunt. And when Dick gets you home and gives you the last fuck of the night, I hope he’s going to feel a good load of my cream in your cunt. Every time your husband sucks your Nancy Friday

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tits for the next mouth, he’s going to taste my cream oozing out of your nipples.”

She pulled down my zipper and Peter came out at her like a steel spring. She grabbed him and I could feel that the palm of her hand was wet.

I let go of her magnificent ass and pushed the blouse off her shoulders. I found the top button at her waist, then the zipper, and her skirt slid to her feet. Except for a black garter belt and stockings, she stood gloriously naked before me. I slid backward into the chair, holding her around the waist and pulling her into my lap.

I gently squeezed those fantastic tits and pinched the stiff, crimson buds. She was panting like a steam engine gone ber-serk. Her lush, ripe thighs fell apart. I touched her trigger lightly and she almost went off. Her pussy was as wet and slick as though she’d just been oiled.

I looked over at the couch. Betty was naked. Dick had pushed her back into one corner of the couch, her legs were draped over his shoulders, and he was slurping in her pussy like a drunk at the spigot of a whiskey barrel.

Groaning with the pain in my aching balls, I pushed Diane off my lap. I half led and half pushed her across the room to the other end of the couch. She took hold of the collar of my shirt and yanked. Buttons flew like hailstones and she ripped the shirt off. She dropped to her knees before me, pulled at my belt, and let the pants fall. Peter came up at her so fast and hard that if her face had been a few inches closer, she’d have gotten a broken jaw. Before she could grab the object of her affections, I put my hands under armpits and drew her down to the floor. I dropped to my knees, and her lush thighs came down over my shoulders. Grabbing one tit in each hand for balance, I dove tongue first into her dripping snatch.

My lips traveled over the velvety softness of her thighs, through the deep crease that framed her mound, across her lower belly, and down through the other crease to the other thigh. I took her succulent, plump pussy lips into my mouth, each in its turn, and sucked them gently. My tongue stabbed Men In Love

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at the bottom of her love slit and traced its way up the dripping furrow to the little red trigger at the top. I licked it delicately and felt her jump. Her thighs were quivering uncontrollably.

I felt Dick’s bare buttock against my own ass. Kneeling beside me on the floor, he tongued-lashed Betty’s cunt. Her legs were splayed open, pulling her pussy lips apart. Her head was thrown back, she was panting, and I could see the telltale quivering of her thighs.

“Time!” I called. “It’s our turn,” I announced firmly. “You chicks work on us for a change.”

“I was almost there,” Diane complained reproachfully.

“Another few seconds and I’d have had it.”

“Just think of how good it’s going to feel when you do finally get it,” I told her cheerfully. “The longer you wait, the better it is. Now suck.”

There’s nothing subtle about my girl when she’s trying to get herself fucked. She gobbled Dick’s cock like a hungry trout going after a big, fat fly. Diane’s experienced tongue traveled over Peter like a little red paintbrush. I felt the spasmodic clamping at the base of my spine. Her tongue was a small darting flame, scorching everything it touched. Her soft lips parted and encased the head. Her head went down slow

... down and down and down until Peter bumped his head on the back of her throat. I groaned – a sound of pure anguish that started in my balls and crawled upward through my quivering body.

“Time!” I called again. I arranged them the way I liked best; lying side by side, pointing in opposite directions, each girl’s head by the other girl’s hip. I knelt before Diane as Dick knelt before Betty.

I leaned over and kissed Betty. “I love you,” I told her.

“It’s so nice to have my cock in another girl’s pussy while I watch you getting fucked. It makes me proud to see how much pleasure Dick is having with his prick in your luscious cunt.

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“Dick, let’s see if we can come together,” I suggested. “I want to cream off in your wife’s pussy while your prick is squirting in my wife’s cunt.”

The view was perfect in either direction, but what was I to watch? Dick’s cock making those long, slow, deep strokes in my wife’s cunt or my cock churning in circles in his wife’s cunt?

I paced myself with Dick in perfect cadence. As he came up, I went down. I watched his stiff, throbbing cock come almost out of Betty, glistening with her juice, as my cock sank home into the sweet wetness of his wife. Then he watched my cock come out of Diane, wet and shining, as he sank his prick into the wet warmth of my wife’s love nest.

I’d thought the bastard was going to beat me, but I out-lasted him by a matter of seconds. He came up high, like a tarpon breaking water in its death leap, then stiffened and plunged, shaking spasmodically.

“There he goes,” I gritted through my teeth to Diane.

“Your husband’s prick is squirting in my wife’s cunt. He’s pumping her belly full of thick, rich cream. Now I’m going to empty my balls in your belly.”

She set her nails in my back and tore. Her body arched like a bow, her eyes bulged, and she screamed – a long, shivering scream that started in her cunt and ripped through her guts like a barbed spear.

My balls exploded and a geyser of sperm erupted from my cock, gushing into her spasming cunt like a tidal wave, and pouring through her belly in a hot, foaming flood.

Betty was laying on her back as limp as a rag doll. Her legs were still sprawled open as though she hadn’t the strength to close them. Mingled sperm and pussy juice was trickling out of her cunt and down the crack of her ass. Dick lay limply beside her, his cock a withered and shriveled noodle, lifeless in the wake of total defeat. Diane groaned and dragged herself up on one elbow. Her luscious tits dangled and swung enticingly before me. I reached out and captured Men In Love

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one, reveling in the feel of the soft, sweet flesh. “You are a glorious piece of ass, baby,” I told her appreciatively.