BB-223
Orgy Children
By Richard E. Stanton


INTRODUCTION

"It was strange lying on that bed with my wife, Jill, my left arm around 
her shoulders and turning my head to meet her sweet, warm lips for deep, 
hot kisses, both of us naked-while those thirteen-year-old twins, Felicia 
and Sabrina, worked on us sexually.

"It was pitch black in the bedroom of Frank's house, and the swinging 
party was going on in every room.

"But we two had the J... twins. Felicia was burrowed between Jill's long,
sleek white thighs, licking her pussy and making her give little mews of 
pleasure in my ear... and Sabrina was mounted on my penis, moving up and 
down and around with a breathtaking movement that drove my length deep into
her. Her vagina was hot and jelly-like inside and she was phenomenally well
developed as to her ability to use those vaginal muscles. She squeezed and 
milked my penis while rising and falling.

"I couldn't last, and neither could Jill. She sought my mouth hungrily, 
so passionately, as that little hellion stabbed her with a devilish tongue.

"I put a hand on one of Jill's round, full breasts and gently pinched the
strawberry-sized, aroused nipple. She covered my hand with her hand and 
encouraged me. She was breathing very fast. We both were. It was 
delightful.

"We heard Sabrina say to her sister, "Bet I can get him off before you 
get her off."

"Felicia stopped licking long enough to say, "Bet what?'

"A dollar."

"Okay, but no cheating. Turn the light on."

"Okay, but you stop till I get back." Sabrina lifted off my body and got 
off the bed. I heard her fumbling at the table and suddenly the lamp came 
on, making us all squint and blink.

"Jill threw an arm across her eyes. She couldn't object to it, because 
the twins were free agents, very changeable of mind, and temperamental. 
They were a law unto themselves at these swinging parties when they came 
with their parents, Marty and Carlotta J.

"Felicia was resting on her elbows, chin cupped in her hands, brown eyes 
darting, narrowed from the light. Her brown hair was drawn back in a 
ponytail, exactly as was Sabrina's. The girls were lovely, identical twins.
Felicia wore a small green bow at the end of her ponytail, and Sabrina's 
bow was red.

"Sabrina returned to the bed. The pink buds of her nipples were extended,
like tiny stems at the tips of her small, pear-like breasts. Felicia's 
breasts were the same shape and size, her waist was as narrow, her legs as 
long and coltish.

"Yet as similar as they were physically, they differed radically as far 
as sexual preferences and skills were concerned. Felicia was a superb oral 
lover of men and women. She apparently loved to go down on anyone, male or 
female, and use her mouth and tongue to drive them to orgasm after orgasm. 
Among the adults of the "inner circle' of daring swingers of which Jill and
I are members, she was spoken of with awe.

"And Sabrina, to put it in the vulgate, is a minx who loves to fuck. She 
has a talented vagina... so talented that men cannot believe it. She leaves
them dazed and incredulous and eager for more as soon as they are capable 
again. And Sabrina is insatiable! As one amazed older man said, "She'll 
take on anyone with a stiff-on." She is not bashful about being watched, 
either. Neither twin is modest. They lost that virtue, if it is a virtue, 
long ago.

"Sabrina climbed onto me again and skillfully settled herself down onto 
my penis. I moaned involuntarily when her warm, liquidy vagina enclosed my 
six inches. She sat on my middle and silently squeezed and gripped with 
those marvelous inner muscles. I watched her belly ripple slightly, the 
only clue to what she was doing to me.

"She also subtly rubbed her spread vulva against my pubic hair, and 
tickled her swollen clitoris in that manner. Her brown eyes glowed with her
enjoyment. She looked down at me and Jill and said, "You're not supposed to
hold back."

She looked over at Felicia. "Go to it," she grinned.

"Felicia said, "You're cheating already," but she dove her open mouth at 
Jill's waiting vulva.

"I felt Jill quiver and arch her back as Felicia's clever tongue 
penetrated and flicked over her clitoris. I know Jill's clitoris very 
well-I lick it often. I know when she arches her back she's near an orgasm.
I know how the little pink organ gets as firm as a skin-covered pearl. It's
a delight to slide my tongue over it and flick it.

"At the same moment, Sabrina bent over me and began a smooth, swift 
coital rhythm with her hips and thighs, rising and sinking on my rigid 
penis with fantastic added wave movements that dragged the most sensitive 
and alive part of my glans against the lower wall of her constantly milking
vagina. It was absolutely exquisite.

"Jill and I kissed with all our love for each other. Our mouths were 
heated and yielding, our tongues played.

"I shifted my left hand down to Jill's belly. She was tense there and the
muscles were beginning the characteristic spasmodic jumping that meant she 
was on the edge.

"I wasn't resisting my own orgasm. My penis was supremely hard as Sabrina
flowed her velvety wet and warm flesh up and down on it. I was gasping and 
thrusting up to meet her. My pleasure was intensifying, pouring hot ecstasy
through my loins.

"Jill tore her mouth from mine. Her belly jumped and her knees leaped 
high and wide. She was into her first wave of the climax.

"I gritted my teeth as my orgasm scalded my body. I keened and my penis 
spurted and spurted as Sabrina rode me. She clamped tight with those inner 
muscles and whipped up and down. She crowed, "He's shooting!' But she saw 
Jill's heaving belly and trembling legs. And heard the orgasmic breathing, 
and Felicia's urgent 'success' sounds. Neither of the twins was a clear 
winner. They both realized it.

"That was what set them off on a bitter, yelling argument, and what led 
to one of their destructive tantrums. How easily they slipped into an 
infantile rage!

"I took Jill's hand and we gathered up our few clothes. Jill never wore a
bra to our swinging affairs, only panties, slippers and a minidress. I, 
only a pair of slacks, a zip shirt, and loafers. We left the twins as they 
screamed and pulled hair.

"I found Frank in his big leather chair in his den, being slowly, and 
luxuriously sucked by Carlotta, the twins' mother. She was on her knees, 
using both hands on his large genitals and wetly tonguing his glans.

"I told him and her the twins were fighting and likely to start breaking 
things next, as they usually do. I think-and Jill does, too-we think they 
fight as an excuse to destroy other people's possessions. They always swear
it's an accident, but too many "accidents' have happened since that 
disturbed family has joined our swapping group.

"Carlotta went to stop the girls, We could hear them yelling. Frank told 
us he'd locked up his valuable art objects and books. But still--drapery 
had a habit of being pulled down and drinks spilled on the carpeting. That 
sort of thing.

"Frank said, "I'm not going to have that crew over here again, no matter 
what. It costs too much. I can't enjoy myself for worrying. Those little 
bitches are too unpredictable."

"Jill and I agreed. We were due to host the club the next time. I 
silently vowed to get as much action with the girls this time as I could 
manage.

"Carlotta came back. She was a tall, rawboned woman with TEXAS written 
all over her. She looked even older than she was-and Jill had told me 
Carlotta had admitted to being forty-five. Her husband, Marty, was a good 
forty-seven. Both had a lot of gray hair. They were simply too old for our 
set. No one else is over thirty, and most of us are in our early twenties. 
As Jill said, "Doing anything with those two is like doing it with your 
mother or father. It sets up conflicts."

"But the reason they were allowed "in' was their twins-those enticing, 
sexy thirteen-year-olds who would do almost anything with anyone. The twins
were Carlotta and Marty's first-class tickets to our parties. We wouldn't 
have even said hello to them otherwise.

"It did seem, though, that the price was getting too high. And maybe we 
were getting a bit tired of them, superb as they were at the techniques of 
sex.

"Carlotta went to her knees again and filled her big hands with Frank's 
large equipment. She said, apologetically, "I whopped them two good this 
time. You tell Marty to give you the money for the torn sheets."

"Frank looked at Jill and me and made the kind of face you'd expect. He 
asked, "Where are they now?'

"Oh, I sent them into the other bedrooms to Marty. He'll see they don't 
cause no more trouble." Carlotta took his organ into her mouth again. She 
liked to do that. I think Felicia got her talent for that from Carlotta.

"Howie T came into the den, then, and said, "Me next, Carlotta." There 
was a general feeling of contempt among the group for her and Marty. We 
used them shamelessly. Nobody respected them.

"I said to Howie, "Why wait? The other gates aren't being used."

"He smiled and nodded. He was naked except for tiger-striped shorts. He 
dropped those and knelt behind Carlotta's slab-like rear. She wasn't an 
attractive woman in any way. Her breasts were droopy and half empty, and 
she had no waist at all.

"Howie was handling himself, working up an erection, when Jill and I left
the den. I suggested we go watch the twins, wherever they were, to keep an 
eye on them and to maybe have fun with them again. I had in mind getting 
Felicia to go down on me, or going down on Sabrina or her myself. I enjoy 
doing it to a young pussy.

"Jill agreed. She likes to have intercourse with small-hung men, and 
Marty fit that description. She tried only once to take Frank.

"We found the twins and Marty in the third bedroom with Howie's wife, 
Babs. Babs is the group's lesbian. She admits it: her marriage to Howie was
purely convenience and platonic. They have tax advantages and outward 
respectability.

"Babs was on one of the twin beds with Felicia and was quite voraciously 
eating the girl's pussy, as only an all-out, dyed-in-the-wool dyke can do 
it. She had no inhibitions in the least. Her skinny arms held the girl's 
firm, slender thighs wide open and her face was pressed into the pink and 
white crotch. Her mouth was wide open on the pussy, her tongue obviously 
working fast in the girl's labia.

"Sabrina was showing her lack of morals-as well as the lack of same by 
her parents!-by letting her father go down on her on the other bed.

"Swapping mates, even letting your teen-age girls be promiscuous with 
older young adults is one thing, but indulging in incest is altogether 
beyond what I think is okay. I saw Jill make a face, too, when she saw what
Marty was doing.

"Sabrina obviously was no stranger to it. She had her hands in his 
salt-and-pepper hair (he was balding severely on top but had let his hair 
grow long on the sides and in back) and was working her pussy against his 
mouth, and saying dirty things to him. Things like, "Eat the come, too, 
Daddy. I didn't wash it out... Higher up-harder! Can't you eat cunt right?'

"Marty kept it up, obeying, snuffling and sucking air. He tried to reach 
up to play with her small, undeveloped breasts but she pushed his hands 
away and said, "Not till I come twice!'

"Felicia was having a fine time. She was writhing and panting from Babs' 
mouth activities. She saw Jill and me and smiled. She gasped, "Suck my 
nipples!'

"We more or less "owed' her something like that, so Jill and I sat on the
bed and started licking and sucking a little angry-pink tip.

"I enjoyed holding the small white breast in both my hands and fondling 
it as I teased the excited nipple. I could feel her heart pounding under my
hands.

"Felicia reached and clung to us as she spasmed. She cried, "Oh oh! Oh! 
Lick! Lick! There! There! There!' She twisted in Babs' grip and her face 
and chest became mottled with a deep flush.

"Babs was herself frantic. She spread her thighs and humped against the 
edge of the bed. She went, "Mmmm... mmmmm... mmmmm..." against Felicia's 
thrusting pussy.

"Sabrina was jealous. She vindictively pulled Marty's hair and pulled his
head tighter against her crotch. "Do it deeper! Don't be so rough! You're 
no good at all!' She saw us watching and got a mean look on her face. She 
pushed Marty's head away and then kicked his face. "You don't know how to 
do anything!' She sprang off the bed and said, "I'm going to get a good 
fuck from Frank!'

"I couldn't resist telling her Carlotta was busy with him. She said 
"Tough shit!' and disappeared out the bedroom door.

"Felicia had seen and heard but only shrugged. She was still in the 
sensual afterglow of her orgasm. She patted Babs' red hair. "Nice lizzie."

"I sat on the bed beside her. "Like to suck me, Felicia?'

"She just looked at me and said, "Okay, if Jill will eat me while I do 
it."

"Jill wasn't too keen on that, but I had an idea. I said, "Babs, how 
about a kind of daisy chain? You do Jill while she does Felicia."

"Babs pushed her long hair back and smiled at Jill. She especially liked 
to go down on her because of Jill's large clitoris.

"The offer was all right to Jill, too, because she adored the way Babs 
used her tongue.

"Felicia said to me, "I might bite this time."

"I said, "You do and you'll have a fractured skull." I meant it. She'd 
tried it once before and I'd hit her a good one on the side of the head.

"As I said, she and her sister were wild, irresponsible little hellions. 
Her little threat decided me firmly against ever letting her and Sabrina 
and Carlotta and Marty into my house again.

"Marty said, "Let me eat Babs."

"Babs shook her head. "No man does anything to me and I don't touch any 
man."

"Marty said, "I'm getting left out." He walked from the room. We were all
happier to see him go."

Adult swinging clubs in this liberated age are almost commonplace. 
Extramarital sex, as distinct from premarital intercourse, is becoming the 
rule rather than the exception, and the sanctity of marriage, until 
recently an American tradition like "Mom" and apple pie, is fast fading 
into the limbo of discarded conventions and outdated mores.

The common definition of swinging as "having sexual relations as a couple
with at least one other individual" is perhaps as descriptive as any other.
Another, more explicit, see it as a husband's or wife's "willingness to 
exchange sexual partners with another married couple and/or to go to a 
swinging party to have sexual intercourse with strangers." The term 
'swinging' is said to have been preferred to 'wife-swapping,' which mate 
sharing couples found chauvinistic, as though indicating that wives were 
the property of their husbands and could be loaned or traded like any other
merchandise.

The sociologist team of W. and J. Breedlove in Swap Clubs gave the 
startling estimate of swinging couples in America as approximately eight 
million, with most husband and wives exchanging sex partners on a more or 
less regular schedule of three or more times a year.

Early in the present century, after many generations had insisted in 
sweeping comarital sex under Victorian and puritan rugs, society discovered
a fact which had been obvious since Adam and Eve or the evolution of 
mankind from the higher apes, whichever belief prevailed. People at last 
admitted that women as well as men experienced sexual desire. As beliefs 
have a habit of doing, this one, being a confirmation of natural laws and a
welcome stimulus to a jaded national libido, became rooted in the 
proposition that this desire in the hitherto officially sexless female 
should be satisfied in the natural way by intercourse and orgasm. Today, 
this may seem obvious, but when it is realized that less than half a 
century ago Victorianism decreed that guests must not look into a bedroom 
because that was where their hosts had intercourse, some idea of the great 
advance in sexual thinking becomes apparent.

Two world conflicts, during which millions of young Americans were 
enabled to observe the customs of other nations, fostered the growing 
freedom of the sexes. This freedom erupted in America during the "roaring 
twenties" with their bad booze and flappers and all the sex, clandestine 
and overt, that could be indulged in. A moral recession occurred in the 
next decade. Many people thought that the excesses of the postwar period 
had brought on the retribution of the depression and illicit sex to a 
certain extent went underground until the Second World War gave it fresh 
impetus. It has been prospering in one form or another ever since until now
in the seventies it is as unremarkable as eating and drinking or brushing 
one's teeth.

Researchers refute the popular idea that swinging clubs became a part of 
the national scene only after the war ended and the soldiers came home to 
give the old code of sexual behavior its final dismissal. As far back as 
1937, Kingsley Davis wrote that "the attempt of society to control sexual 
expression, to tie it to social requirement or to base (it) on love, 
creates the opportunity for prostitution." He could have included 
extramarital coitus because it was quite popular, although kept under wraps
by churchmen and moralists, and husbands, more than wives, were the chief 
indulgers. The last postwar period only saw it come out into the open, 
together with so-called pornography and "kinky" sex, regarded by 
investigators like Davis as safety valves for sex which has no other outlet
and, linked together, constituting an insistent factor in the new sexual 
liberty.

Sociologists Denfeld and Gordon, in the May, 1970 edition of The Journal 
of Sex Research, insist that mate swapping or swinging is a phase of the 
dramatic changes which have taken place in this century in the position of 
women in American society and, more crucially, changes that have occurred 
in the definition of female sexuality and female sexual rights. Erikson, 
another authority, believes that deviance (read departure form the 
establish norm) may support what remains of social order. He states that 
"deviant behavior is not a simple kind of leakage which occurs when the 
machinery of society is in poor working order but may be, in controlled 
quantities, an important condition for preserving the stability of social 
life." He does not say, however, how such control could be maintained.

While discussing the phenomenon of swinging in general, before 
investigating one of its newer and more vicious aspects, which is the 
trading or swapping of children for sexual purposes, a closer look at the 
overall picture will give the student of sexual behavior a better insight 
into what actually goes on in the practice of this newer sexual culture.

First, how do swingers recognize one another and manage to get together? 
In 1969, G. D. Bartell, an anthropologist who made an extensive study of 
the swinging population, suggested four ways of identification and contact:
swingers' bars, personal reference, individual recruitment, and 
advertising, underlining the last as perhaps the most productive source. 
The first three methods are self-explanatory and publicity is achieved 
through underground newspapers and magazines like Select, Kindred Spirits 
and Swinger's Life.

Bartell stressed the use of photographs in media advertising. These 
usually consist of a partially or fully nude picture of the wife and, less 
frequently, another of the husband. Ages, physical measurements and 
interests form the body of the blurb, which may read: "Liberated couple, 
young, refined, selective, interested in hearing from similar couple 
attracted to exotic culture." Telephone numbers are preferred to 
residential addresses and it is tacitly implied that there is no obligation
incurred in answering the advertisement, which may be done by phone, letter
or the insertion of follow-up queries. Approval or disapproval is 
accomplished during a subsequent meeting. If all parties are satisfied, an 
invitation to swing may be given and accepted and, even if the result is 
otherwise negative, referrals may be exchanged through which other swingers
can be contacted.

Like a homosexual rendezvous, swingers' bars may be neighborhood 
establishments whose patrons are known through lip service to be married 
swappers interested in meeting other swingers or converting aspirants and 
showing them the routine ropes. Introductions are always on a first-name 
basis and couples may introduce themselves. Customers who prefer immediate 
action usually go with their new acquaintances to a hotel or tourist 
facility in the same manner as prostitutes or they may go to the home of 
one of the couples who have previously taken care that the children are out
of the way. This last procedure, at least, used to be standard. Now, in 
many instances, the children are allowed to participate with their parents.

It is not unusual for one or several couples to rent a bar for certain 
nights and impose a cover charge after announcing the locality in the news 
media or by word of mouth. This practice, however, is usually reserved for 
an organizer, not necessarily a swinger himself, who either pays the owner 
an agreed on sum or guarantees him a percentage of the money taken in. 
Rented premises may become a regional club and the management will often 
promote a monthly social with bar and bedroom accommodation provided. Such 
clubs are usually registered under the heading of community organizations, 
with member lists and a charter.

One of the original ways of meeting other swingers is by reference, which
may be exchanged at first meetings or given by a mutual friend. Many 
dedicated swingers take pride in proselyting and contriving meetings for 
beginning couples; a sort of vicarious satisfaction in converting someone 
else to their own life-style. The reward is in mingling sexually with the 
converts or watching them enjoy themselves with other swingers.

The swingers themselves break their activities into three well-defined 
categories: closed, open, and three-way sessions. In the closed variety, 
the participating couples exchange partners and indulge in coitus behind 
locked doors, returning to join their husbands and wives when intercourse 
is over. In these private sex parties, fellatio, cunnilingus, and the 
different positions of penile intromission, either in the vagina or the 
anus, are freely practiced.

Anthropologists agree that American women rarely get any pleasure from 
anal copulation, but add that, in special cases like swinging or 
clandestinely cheating on their husbands, wives are inclined to submit to 
rectal penetration, perhaps with the idea that they are punishing 
themselves for being unfaithful. Whatever the motive, anal intercourse is 
reputedly common in closed swapping, perhaps as an added precaution against
an unwanted pregnancy in case the IUD or the Pill do not function properly.

Open swinging, in comparison with the closed variety, had been likened by
some observers to a sexual picnic. All intercourse is conducted in public, 
generally in the same room, and the re-formed couples may stay together in 
the same bed, A coupling with B's wife and vice versa or wandering at will 
among the other guests, engaging in sex with whoever takes their individual
fancy. Except in gatherings where alcohol and drugs are prohibited, these 
open celebrations may easily develop into a sexual orgy.

The third category, often a threesome as its name indicates, cannot be 
classified as troilism because it is not a permanent liaison. The 
participants are together one evening and gone the next, whereas typical 
troilism involves a continuous relationship in which the concerned parties 
often live together. As in troilism, however, the swinging threesome may 
include a couple and a single male or female. Most advertisements call for 
an unattached male to participate with the husband and wife team. Vicarious
pleasure is often experienced by the husband watching his wife having 
intercourse with another man or, in the case of a female alternate, 
compelling the wife to look on while he has coitus with a stranger. As 
mentioned above, these threesomes, which sometimes turn into five or even 
six participating members and frequently include tactile and oral 
masturbation among the women when the men become fatigued, are necessarily 
spur-of-the-moment arrangements which may be continued at the home of one 
of the couples or persons involved.

"Straight" individuals logically ask how married couples can tolerate and
encourage their mates to have sex, the most intimate function in which a 
man and a woman can engage, with others when they may have it between 
themselves whenever they wish. Why, they inquire, did they get married in 
the first place if they do not intend to remain faithful to each other?

The answer is probably that one has to be a swinger in order to know. 
Investigators have compared wife and husband swappers with hippies in their
wish to retreat from organized society and build a new social order. To 
them, their slogan, "the family that swings together stays together," is 
much more than just a jingle. They believe it, insisting that they swing 
not because they are bored or disillusioned with their marriage but because
they want to preserve it. They seek to justify this obscure reasoning by 
the proposition that because people marry, they do not own each other and 
that if husband and wife are at liberty to indulge their separate fancies 
in everything, including sex, a happier union will result. Broadly, this is
the reason most hippies give for seeking isolation from the establishment 
in communes.

Bartell sees swinging as a cultural phenomenon and believes that it 
reflects the culture of the individuals interviewed by him. "They make an 
attempt to act out the cult of youth," he writes. "They are, in their own 
minds, the avant-garde, the leaders of a new sexual revolution. They see 
swinging as a way of life." He finds incongruity in the general view of 
swingers that nonswingers are 'straight'. Nobody, he insists, is more 
'straight' than the swingers themselves in the majority of cases studied. 
"They have become a consequence of suburban life. They sit in silence and 
look at television. The wife who feels restricted to the household 
environment, believes that she should be out doing things, be a career 
woman but she has her obligations. The man wants to be a swinger and be in 
on "the scene' and know 'where it's really at'."

This same researcher was told by dedicated swingers that swinging 
improved relationships and revived marital interest in both partners, 
socially and sexually. Through swinging, they seemed to be living in a new 
form of togetherness. Conversations about new sexual experiences excited 
them but seemed to have no bearing on their marriage vows.

This brief glimpse into the strange world of the swinger leaves most 
outsiders somewhat bewildered, although convinced that social order is not 
much harmed by it, provided, as Erikson suggests, it is kept under control.
As long as swingers see no connection between the physical act of coitus 
and their marriage and keep them separate while being devoted to both, they
are probably not hurting anything except the smugness of "the 
Establishment." In the original scheme of swinging procedure, couples were 
always careful when receiving telephone calls from new contacts of swapping
friends that the children were not present. Many parents would not swing if
their children were in the same house. Friends usually took care of the 
youngsters when a home party was in progress. Additional care was taken to 
prevent the children from seeing suggestive letters of identifiable 
photographs or swingers' magazines. Only a small percentage of couples 
polled said that they would raise their children in the same sexual climate
they themselves enjoyed. The rest? A very firm no.

To an alarming extent, this guarding of juvenile morals has become a 
thing of the past. In an apparent breakdown of social responsibility, many 
swingers are now using their children to bait the sexual trap and secure 
liaisons which for various reasons would be otherwise denied them. 
Adolescents and young teens are being traded for sex as though they were 
merchandise on a store counter. A typical example is the husband or wife 
who wishes to swing with another couple but is unsuccessful. They find out 
that the desired man is a pushover for young girls or that the woman likes 
boys. The result, more often than not, is that the aspiring couple's 
daughter is raped by the other husband in return for coitus with the girl's
mother or the wife reaches orgasm with the son before consenting to sex 
with his father.

What mental and physical harm may be suffered by the young victims is a 
question psychiatrists will have to answer.

CHAPTER ONE - Nine Inches of Integration

"These white dudes me "n' my dad visit, with their pale wives and 
daughters, they all think they're so "advanced' and "liberal' and "open 
minded' "cause they invited us to come on with "em in their nice house...

"Thing is, almost every time we arrive after dark, you know? You dig? We 
blend in with the night. We've only been to one, man, one daylight party, 
and that was up in the Hills where this rich, weird cat had a big home and 
a crazy wife and girl who went ape-shit for black meat. And him prancing 
around directing us this way or that, and him with a movie camera glued to 
his eye, filming the scene.

"I don't give a ram shit about any of that phony liberal pose they put 
on. With them, it's okay if I fuck the shit out of their little girls and 
their wives, but they wouldn't want me to marry none of them. Them swingers
are something else.

"But I don't give a shit, like I said. Who wants to marry into those 
weird scenes they got going? Not this stud. Not me.

"And they are weird! They all got games playing inside their heads that 
got nothing to do with dad and me. We're just Blacks to them. And they need
Blacks to do their thing.

"That's okay. That's Oh-Kay! All dad and me want is those crazy-willing 
white cunts and asses and mouths. All we want is White, all they want is 
Black, so everything's cool.

"Dad invited me into his scene soon after Mom died last year. She got 
cancer and because she was so young-only thirty-five-it took her off fast. 
Doctor said young adults go faster because their metabolism is faster. I 
don't think he tried very hard to save her, though. White doctors don't 
give a shit about Black lives, even when we can pay like Dad could.

"Shit, Dad owns a big fucking bakery and makes money like you wouldn't 
believe. Soul Brother Bread, that's his big loaf. White bread with a nice 
brown crust!

"He advertises in all them swinger magazines and underground personal ads
columns. "Black father and teen-age son, extremely well hung, seek hot 
times' with broadminded couples and families. We travel extensively. 
Exchange photos, letters first."

"You wouldn't believe some of the letters we get. Some of them old white 
cunts I wouldn't even look at if they paid me. Gray hair, fat, ugly... We 
just laugh, man, and throw those letters and photos in the fire.

"But some letters, and some pictures, man, some of them are prime! Like 
couple weeks ago we got this letter with half a dozen pictures, Polaroids, 
of this white dude and his wife and her younger sister.

"One of those color shots showed the little sister sucking this dude's 
cock, really going down on it good, and another showed the wife kissing the
girl and with two-three fingers in the kid's cunt.

"Dad got that gleam in his eyes-makes him look fiendish as hell-and he 
said, "This is for us, Tim!' He will fly across the whole fucking country 
for a prime white girl, the younger and blonder the better. Young, teen-age
wives get his prick up, too.

"We only had to drive six hundred miles up the coast to visit them. Dad 
sent a set of our photos along-showing us both naked, me with my nine 
inches hanging down, and him with his thick eight inches. They called us 
and we made a date quick. They were eager as shit.

"They had a new split-level in a new development. We got there about 
eight-thirty as usual, and the dude wore a blue jump suit-zipper all the 
way down the front. The way his prick showed down one leg I figured he was 
naked in it.

"His wife was Darleanne, and she had on a silky orange slack suit that 
showed off those big tits we'd seen in the pictures. She was blonde like 
Dad loves, and small, only about five foot one or two. She had a few extra 
pounds, but most of it was tit.

"Her little sister was something else! Betty was really a little 
girl-under five feet-and almost skinny, but she had her older sister's 
development, man: nice, mouth-watering big tits that stuck out like they 
had steel under all that soft flesh. They were like cones, man, with pink 
cherries at the tip.

"Betty wore a low-cut green micro dress, the kind that cuts off an inch 
below the crotch. Nice firm little ass on her, too. Big green eyes and long
blonde hair in a ponytail. And like fourteen years old!

"My prick started to snake down my leg the second I laid eyes on her.

"It takes a while to get easy with new people. It takes some talk and 
some laughs and some drinks. Shit, we even carry some joints for loosening 
up with if the ofays want to get a little high first.

"But with that dude-Conrad was his name-and Darleanne and Betty, there 
was a bare minimum of delay before we got to the doing.

"Dad, he got next to Betty on the sofa and he waited for somebody to make
the 'start' move. Darleanne said how handsome and well-built I am. She 
couldn't take her eyes off me-or off my prick. I could see curiosity and 
eagerness dancing in her eyes.

"Ol' Conrad started it by saying he was an amateur artist and would I 
mind posing for a drawing? I didn't mind. Shit, I like to pose and show off
I'm built good-slim and lean and a perfect bone structure. Like some 
classic statue called David. Only I'm brown. That Darleanne called me: "A 
brown David."

"Only that Greek cat didn't have no nine inches of brown prick hanging 
out like me.

"So, anyway, ol' Conrad gets out a sketch pad and pencil and I strip down
all the way and take a pose in the middle of the living room, and I can 
feel their eyes on my prick, "cause I was looking at Betty and getting a 
message from her eyes and my prick is sticking out about seven and a half 
inches.

"Darleanne was all eyes, too. She said, all awed, "My God, what a 
beautiful body... what a beautiful organ."

"I've been told lots of times how pretty my prick is... all smooth and 
streamlined, with the head shaped like a small purple heart and the skin 
all rich chocolate brown, and how unwrinkled my ball sack is, and how I've 
got so little hair down there.

"The way Conrad looked at me I tumbled to him being convertible. A 
two-way man. He looked like he wanted to gobble my prick right then and 
there. He didn't even bother to draw a line.

"Sex was in the air. I saw Dad getting his hand into Betty's pale green 
panties, and her little white hand unzipping his fly. I came right out 
with, "Hey, who wants to eat some of this meat?'

"It was Darleanne who said, "I do!' She got down on her knees in front of
me and Conrad went for their camera.

"I put my hands on my hips, spread my feet and looked down at her. My 
prick was out to about eight inches. I pushed the head toward her mouth. It
wobbled just in front of her lips. She looked up at me with a kind of 
helpless look and then wrapped both hands around my prick and started 
licking the head with a quick, pink tongue.

"I saw Betty drag Dad's big fat one out of his pants. Betty was squirming
on his finger, slumping lower and shoving his hand in her thin panties. The
crotch was wet and his finger was dipping in slow and easy.

"Dad's prick is a hell of a lot thicker than mine. His is like a fucking 
black salami. Girls don't believe his prick when they first see it. Mine is
beautiful, his is ugly. But a lot of girls get glazed eyes and hot guts 
when he fucks them. I'm kind of an artist when I fuck. Dad's a machine with
a battering ram. He never gets tired, and he can blow his nuts and still 
keep on slugging away in a cunt till she rolls her eyes up and goes into 
convulsions.

"That's his number-making them come apart from his fucking. They never 
forget him. He gets letters all the time from white cunts who want to get 
fucked blind by him again. But he does that once or twice to a girl and 
he's tired of her. He wants to screw something new.

"Darleanne was beginning to take the head of my prick into her mouth. She
still had hold of it with both hands. She was on her knees, sliding her 
warm lips down over it, working her fast tongue underneath where it feels 
tickly hot for a man.

"Conrad came trotting back into the room with his Polaroid all loaded, 
flash attachment and everything. His eyes lit up when he saw what was going
on.

"He squatted down and took a shot of his wife sucking me. She filled her 
mouth special for the picture and started to gag on it. She had about four 
inches of brown meat and was sucking up a storm. I grinned down at her 
bobbing blonde head.

"Shit, I love that scene, me standing there like a slave master while a 
white cunt is on her knees in front of me, eating my prick!

"Then Conrad went over to take a shot or two of Dad and Betty. She had 
his black prick all out and was leaning over it, sucking the purple knob. 
No way she could suck any more than that, it's so fat.

"Darleanne was starting to get my heat up. My prick was stiff and tingly.
She was damned good with her mouth and tongue, and she knew it. I didn't 
mind blowing off so soon because I can shoot seven or eight times a night 
with a couple days in between those nights. So I said to her, "I'm gonna 
shoot my cream down your throat in a minute, cunt. You better swallow it!'

"Those white cunts love talk like that. They love to be put down and made
to crawl-for a couple hours. It's a safe number for them. Playacting.

"Darleanne rolled her eyes up and they were sparkling. She rolled her 
tongue under my prick like crazy and took it in to her tonsils. She wanted 
me to shoot. She had her thighs tight together, squeezing, getting her own 
rocks off. Her mouth was warm and she knew how to keep from scraping my 
prick with teeth.

"A flash distracted me-ol' Conrad taking another picture of Betty and 
Dad. Dad's finger was reaming little Betty's cunt pretty fast, and she was 
twisting her mouth on Dad's hot knob.

"Conrad had a hard on. His jump suit was poked out. He was really a 
watcher. Dad and I meet a lot of them kind.

"Conrad put down the camera and went to Betty. He said to her, "Get 
undressed now." He pulled her head up and her mouth slurped off Dad's 
prick. He had wide eyes for Dad's meat himself. He reached out and grabbed 
it and sort of fondled it... ran the skin up and down and felt inside Dad's
pants with his other hand for Dad's balls. I saw a shine of sweat on 
Conrad's face. He said, "This is wonderful. Two huge organs like this at 
the same time..."

"Betty pulled off her dress and stepped out of her panties and slippers. 
Naked like that, with those tits sticking out so nice, and her cunt with 
just a little bit of blonde curls on it, not hardly enough to see, and with
that kid's face on her... man I could hardly wait to snake my nine inches 
into both sets of her wet lips.

"Dad especially, I could see, wanted to sink his black power into her. He
said to Conrad, "Man, you want to suck me, you got to wait. I've got 
business with this girl first."

"He pushed Conrad away, not hard, but away, and he stood up to strip 
down. They both helped him. That was when him and me knew we were top dogs 
and it was our scene, just the way we liked it-we in command!

"Dad caught my eyes and we smiled.

"Then I turned my attention back to Darleanne. My prick was hot and 
getting, super hard. She was using both hands on it with her mouth. She 
knew I was close. She was giving me the full treatment, every cocksucking 
trick she knew.

"I was working my hips, driving my meat deeper into her hot mouth. She 
dug that, she loved it. She even took both hands away and dug her fingers 
into my ass. I was fucking her mouth good and she was dancing her tongue 
inside, wriggling it all around.

"She gagged a lot on my prick when I shoved it deep to the back of her 
throat, but as long as I pulled it out quick she could get air and take it 
again. Gagging didn't bother her. It was just something that automatically 
happened when a long prick touched that far back.

"It was a time I like-that boiling feeling in my guts, my prick jamming a
wide-open, tongue heavy white cunt's hot mouth... I was very close. I 
started to automatically hunch over a little bit, and my body drove my meat
into her mouth faster and faster. I was breathing heavy, man, and get ting 
tight inside... tight and all focused on the feeling!

"Then when I was on the last edge-I said, "Suck tight! and she knew-she 
clamped her mouth down on my sliding prick and pressed her slippery tongue 
up against the bottom where it counts, where the magic is, and I went all 
bubbly and boiling and blind with the pure pleasure.

"My ass sent my prick way in till she had to draw back to breathe, and 
then I jammed it in again, till I was rocking her head back I was fucking 
her mouth so hard and deep.

"I got a look into her eyes and they were wild and half closed and with a
glow deep in her brain.

"I started to blow off. I gritted my teeth and my eyes zoomed in on her 
mouth, the way her red lips were clinging tight on my brown meat as it 
rammed in and out. Wet skin, tongue working in there, her nose flaring, her
fingers clutching my ass, digging into my crack, pulling my prick each 
time...

"My guts spilled over and boiling cream came shooting into my prick and 
shooting into her mouth. I yelled, Suck, you cocksucker! Suck hard!'

"Jesus, I shot my load like a fucking high-pressure hose. My prick jerked
and jumped in her hot, twisting mouth. She made sucking, gagging, sloppy 
noises and her hands grabbed tight handful Is of my tight, jerking ass.

"I saw my cream start to coat the wet half of my prick. Her lips were 
flecked with it. I was in hot, bubbling heaven, man.

"Her husband, ol' Conrad, was right next to us with the camera, getting a
flash shot.

"Darleanne swallowed and I felt it as her mouth tightened with the 
swallow and it was a mind-blower sensation. The trouble with a blow-off is 
it doesn't last long enough.

"When my prick lost its steam and my guts settled, I started to pull out 
of her mouth. But she made "no' noises and started sucking light and 
feathery, slowly pulling her head back with her lips tight around my softer
meat, cleaning it as she went.

"My prick finally dropped free of her lips and tongue. She licked it like
a cat and got it all clean of my shooting. She hugged my legs and said, 
"God, I enjoyed that." She swallowed again. "How soon before you can get 
hard again?'

"I said, "Shit, give me five minutes and you can start sucking again."

"She looked at her wristwatch and smiled. She got up and got herself and 
me a drink. Then we sat on the rug and watched Dad get into Betty's cunt. 
It was a real production.

"Conrad helped. He placed pillows and cushions for them on the carpet. 
Then he sat on the left side of me and reached over for my soft prick. He 
said, "You mind, Tim? I love to look at and feel big ones."

"I said, "Be my guest, man."

"Betty was flat on her back, one cushion under her skinny hips, and one 
under her head. Dad was on his side next to her, stroking her lovely 
stick-up tits and flipping her cherry nipples. She was digging it, too. Her
legs were wide open and her cunt was oozing. Every few seconds Dad slipped 
his hand down her belly and into her crotch. A couple of his fingers 
grooved right on into her. When he did that her ass lifted off that cushion
and she sighed.

"Betty had her right hand wrapped around his prick-as much as she could 
grip, anyhow. She pumped it and tickled his balls. She had her eyes closed 
and her mouth partly open. She didn't say much that night, but she didn't 
have to. She wanted black prick every which way, and she got it.

"Conrad had ahold of my meat and he was fingering it and doing a slow 
massage that felt good. He was making it grow. He kept switching from 
looking at it to what Dad was doing to Betty.

"Dad said to everybody, "This little white bitch looks like she needs a 
royal fucking."

"Conrad nodded quick. "Yes, give it to her!' His hand squeezed my prick. 
And Darleanne said, "Show me what's going to happen to me, later." And 
little Betty said, "If you can get it in."

"Dad just grinned and got over her, with that big prod hanging down mean 
and long. He scooped up her knees with his arms and doubled her up.

"He poked at her juicy slit and got that big knob sunk in. Then he raised
and angled a little so the knob was smack against her inside opening, and 
he just started to add on the pressure, more and more, till Betty gave a 
wide-eyed grunt and about half his prick plunged into her cunt. She ain't 
never had any meat inside her that fat, man. She squealed some and danced 
her heels.

"But Dad's had all kinds of young cunt. He knows how to operate. He 
started fucking real slow... real slow. Couple inches out, couple in. He 
was set in the saddle for a long time. No hurry for him. He was going to 
enjoy every fucking second.

"Conrad was hypnotized. His hand was jacking me good, though. I had a 
full hard on. It was pleasant. I started thinking of fucking Darleanne.

"But Conrad licked his lips and whispered in my ear. His hand kept on 
stroking me. He whispered, "I'm bisexual, Tim. I'd like you to... to fuck 
me... in the anus."

"I nodded. I didn't mind. A good, tight white ass is fun. I dig 
ass-fucking whitey. Won't let anybody ass-fuck me, though! I told him, "Go 
get the Vaseline, man." He hopped up and was gone in a second. And back in 
a minute. No clothes on. He smiled embarrassed, but he handed me the jar.

"I told him to do the greasing up. I watched Dad easing his salami in and
out of Betty. Betty wasn't frowning anymore, or squealing. She was starting
to work her hips, starting to groove on that thick black meat.

"Dad knew it, too. He started pouring a little more prick to her, little 
deeper, little faster, till he was running about six fat inches into her 
each stroke, and going deeper.

"Betty was breathing heavy, and I knew why. He told me once the secret. 
He has such a thick prick it tends to drag the inner cunt lips inside with 
it when it goes in, and pulls those lips out when it pulls out. "Labia' he 
said those lips were. So when he sinks in, man, those lips get dragged in a
little, and her hot button gets drug down by that action so it rubs along 
the top of his prick. And when he's got those cunts hot enough, when he 
gets to burying his whole eight inches inside, he also bangs their hot 
button with his pubic bone and all that kinky black hair on it. That 
combination-that long rub along the top of his prick, and then that slam 
against the mat-covered bone-that makes the cunts go bananas. They blow off
like firecrackers, sometimes so strong, so fast they just about can't take 
it for long.

"Conrad used both hands to coat my prick with grease. Then he got on his 
hands and knees and worked a gob into and around his asshole. He was 
jittery. And he had a pretty good-size prick of his own. Hard as a rock, 
too.

"I moved him around so we could both watch Dad fuck the shit out of 
Betty. And that little fourteen-year-old girl was really starting to get 
the full treatment. She was beginning to sigh and make those "Oh... oh... 
oh!' noises that say she can't believe it's feeling so good and she can't 
believe she's taking so much black prick.

"I didn't waste time on Conrad. I popped the end of my prick right into 
his oiled little rosebud. That's the way to do it with these white queers. 
Ol' Conrad, he'd had a lot of pricks up that ass of his. He gasped a little
and started wiggling his ass and pushing back.

"I fed my inches into him and felt his intestine get a little snug when I
had the whole nine in his ass. I started banging him good and hard, 
bouncing on his ass cheeks. It was fine ass.

"Conrad, he says to his wife, Darleanne, "Suck me, darling."

"She was watching all this and fooling with her sopping wet cunt. She 
slipped under him on her back and I heard her mouthing his prick, going to 
town. He started to get a catch in his breathing right away.

"Just for the hell of it I took a statue of an old woman in a shawl from 
an end table and poked it around her cunt. It was about eight inches and 
nothing sharp or extreme sticking out on it. I kept slamming my prick into 
Conrad's hot ass.

"Darleanne felt that cold ceramic statue between her thighs and stopped 
sucking him long enough to take a look. She was squirming hot. "Oh, God," 
she said, "do it!'

"I touched it down to her wet cunt and she opened her legs wide. Her 
knees came up and fell open with that loose want-it action I've seen dozens
of times. I twisted and turned that statue till it went in so far I only 
had an inch to hold on to. Darleanne rolled her hips and thrust up for 
more... so I shoved the rest in and let it stay.

"I needed both hands for Conrad's ass. He was grunting and waggling 
around so much I had to grab hold of his hips. He was fucking his wife's 
mouth while I fucked his ass.

"Dad was pile-driving his big black prick into Betty's young cunt. He was
a machine, man! And she was going into her first all-out blow-off. She was 
gasping like a fish out of water, eyes bulging when he slammed all that 
hard meat in her. There was that wild slap-squish noise each time. She was 
getting it all, man!

"She was yelling like she couldn't believe what was happening in her 
guts. She was locked around him, arms around his neck, legs hooked over his
shoulders, and she was going crazy with the feeling!

"I was close to making it again. I was ramming my prick up into Conrad's 
gut, getting it on, getting the hot glowworms in my own guts. My prick was 
a brown snake, stiff, all nine inches wet with his inner coatings.

"Betty quieted down. She was crying a little, but she'd had her big blow 
and was coasting downhill, resting, while Dad kept slogging that big meat 
into her relaxed cunt.

"Then Conrad went off. He made a noise like a stuck pig and started 
jerking his ass, driving his prick down his wife's throat. I could hear her
half-strangling on it. And I saw her hands come to her cunt and grab the 
end of that statue that was buried in her cunt, and start to jam it in and 
out, fucking herself with it while he creamed her throat. Man, talk about 
weird, far-out sights!

"I almost made it in his ass then, from the way he threw his ass around 
and from seeing her use that thing in herself. But not quite. I was right 
on the edge.

"Conrad slumped forward... and got still. He wasn't interested anymore. 
He looked around and said, "You going to climax?'

"I said, "Not in you, man." I saw that Darleanne was squirming all over 
the carpet, twisting the statue in her cunt and pulling it in and out and 
panting, eyes closed, face all clotted up, trying to get herself off.

"I pulled out of Conrad and my prick was shiny wet. I reached over and 
pulled Darleanne's hands away from that statue. I pulled it out of her and 
got into position.

"She saw my slimy nine inches and she made a face for a second, then 
said, "Oh, Jesus, go ahead--I don't care-fuck me, Tim!'

"She took my slippery prick in her hand and guided it in. I watched her 
face change as I slipped the long inches into her hot cunt. She was hot in 
there, too, man. Like a slippery glove, like she had a hand in that 
cunt-glove. She could grip a prick, man! And it was like those fingers in 
that cunt glove milked my prick like I was a cow!

"I felt my prick touch bottom. I still had about two inches out in the 
cold. I pushed and she went "Uh..." and her belly knotted up. But I had all
nine inches in that hot glove, man, and the grip was squeezing like crazy.

"I pulled a long way out and started doing my dad's number. Drilling her 
like a machine, screwing the meat in and in and in till she went loose and 
floppy and tight like a fist inside.

"I looked over at Dad and he was getting his rocks close to blowing off. 
He was pumping that fat prick into Betty a little faster and a little 
harder, giving his ass a flick at the end of each stroke to make that 
slap-squish more like a slap-squish-smack-squish!

"That girl was all gooey and dribble, all gasping and pleasure noise, all
clutching inside and out. She was shaking, going off again, sobbing and 
wailing.

"And Dad had that look on his face. I knew his guts were turning into 
melted, boiling cream. He was into a big number. He was ripping his big 
prick in her like there was no tomorrow! He was sweat shiny. He showed his 
teeth.

"I watched him give a shiver and grind his prick into her to the 
ever-loving fucking absolute limit! He was glued to her cunt-buried to the 
ball-sand that little white girl was all bowed up, scrunched tight, shaking
like she had a broken motor in her guts.

"Then Dad made a yell and reared back and rammed that tight young white 
cunt-shook her like a rag doll, man! Shot his cream like a pistol!

"And then I blew! I hauled Darleanne's legs up on my shoulders and snaked
my nine in and out of that cunt-and I got the tight froth-hot feeling, the 
no-way-to-stop drive message. And I growled when my cream came boiling up 
and shooting into her belly, "White cunt-white CUNT!'

"And she was screaming, "Oh yes! Oh, Jesus, yes! Oh, my God, yes!' And 
Conrad was sitting there next to us watching and beating his meat like he 
was churning butter.

"That was a good night. We stayed till dawn, putting them white cunts 
through all kinds of scenes. Like when we got Darleanne to eat Betty's 
wet-deck cunt after I'd hosed my cream in her. Man, that Betty was one 
tight piece of ass. And she could suck! She sucked everybody. She took 
lessons from Darleanne.

"But after we walked out, you know, man, Dad didn't want to ever see them
again, as great as they were. He wanted new cunt, young new tits and cunt."

Investigation of the swinging scene shows that swappers tend to confine 
their extramarital activities to others of the same ethnic group. As a 
rule, blacks do not mix with whites and Mexican-Americans (a comparatively 
small minority) keep to themselves. Germans and Italians and Middle 
Europeans run their own "thing" and do not mingle with Hindus or Japanese. 
National backgrounds and racial origin apparently decide the question of 
swinging partners and, as far as it could be observed, the only common 
ground is provided by the magazines and newspapers used by all the groups 
for communication and advertising. Otherwise, like fraternal organizations,
each nationality holds its meetings in its own time and place.

While origin plays its part in keeping the different groups from 
fraternizing, religion seems to have little or no role in the choice of 
swinging partners. Protestants, Jews, Roman Catholics (and, it is to be 
presumed, atheists and agnostics) congregate freely in the clubs and 
swingers' bars. Mate-trading, therefore, would seem to be a religion in 
itself, common to all members of the swinging cult.

History proves that most rules are made to be broken and as though in 
obedience to this tacit phenomenon, investigators George and Nena O'Neill, 
in "Patterns in Group Sexual Activity" featured in the May, 1970 issue of 
The Journal of Sex Research, drew attention to a "tribe" in Manhattan which
they described as "a group of amorphous cliques, composed of members of 
diverse clans and unrelated kinship groups who gather together on specific 
occasions to partake in a communal rite involving displays of togetherness 
and group relatedness consisting primarily of sexual interaction." This 
finding was in direct contradiction to general swinging ethics, which rule 
that distinct ethnical "tribes" keep off each other's "turf," in the same 
way big city youth gangs respect "foreign" territory.

A further instance of ethnic mingling as portrayed in this chapter is 
provided by the perverse instincts of many husbands and wives. The husband 
will often experience a kind of negative pleasure while watching a black 
man have intercourse with his white wife and she, in turn, may be 
additionally stimulated by the fact that the husband is looking on. Some 
psychiatrists see this vicarious pleasure as an inversion per se.

Another factor which plays an important part in unions of this sort is 
the undeniable fascination which black men exercise over many white women. 
Black males usually have larger penises than white men and it is commonly 
said that once a white female has had coitus with a generously endowed 
black man, she will no longer be satisfied or fulfilled by intercourse with
a white partner. Generalizations, particularly of this nature, are often 
erroneous but the fact remains that there are white women who consistently 
seek out a black man for purposes of sexual union. Black women, on the 
other hand, rarely have consenting sex with white men unless in the case of
prostitutes. The nonprofessionals seem to prefer black partners unless some
interest outside of intercourse is involved. To some black males, 
intercourse with a white woman means not only physical pleasure but also a 
conquest which may be more in the nature of a vindication beyond 
appeasement of the libidinous drive. Some psychiatrists find a similarity 
in this type of sexual union to the reputed bragging of the sixth-grader 
who was detained after class and had intercourse with the teacher. The 
interest of the father in photographs of himself taken while engaged in 
coitus with a white girl is a typical example of this desire for 
self-aggrandizement.

Some mixing of the different groups is evident at regular swinging 
parties and black swingers often show up and blend with the white guests. 
Unless all-white or all-black notices are inserted with the newspaper 
announcements, an infrequent occurrence, all swingers who conform to the 
club restrictions, such as banning of singles and drug addicts, are 
welcome. It has been reported that some white wives will not permit their 
husbands to take them to a 'swing-ding' where there is a color distinction.
Possibly, the only reason why more black couples do not attend the 
get-togethers is because of the proven reluctance of black wives to become 
swingers. Most of them reportedly prefer their marriages to continue as 
they are and regard husband swappers as sick people who are looking for 
something they can never find.

Observers note that mixed swinging occurs in individual homes more than 
at public gatherings and that it is in such homes that child trading may 
take place. The presence of minors in swinging clubs is prohibited and even
"baby-swingers," the younger fringe element seeking to attend group sex 
parties for "kicks," are discouraged by regular club members. There are 
several reasons for such discrimination. The group must guard its anonymity
because swinging parties are still unlawful in many states and a raid, with
subsequent publicity and exposure, is the last thing the members desire. 
Irresponsible chatter by thrill-seeking youngsters is therefore dangerous. 
Also, there is the chance of infection from careless young swingers who 
have contracted venereal disease and liability to a morals charge if 
underage persons are found on club premises.

The trading of minor sons and daughters is presumed to go on behind 
residential locked doors almost as brazenly as though the children were 
items for auction. Drs. E. and P. Kronhausen refer to this and underlying 
motives in Pornography and the Law. "For the present, nobody is able to 
quote meaningful figures on the prevalence of incestuous activities in the 
American community... one can only arrive at the conclusion that it is not 
as uncommon as is usually assumed." That was written in 1964. Paul H. 
Gebhard and associates commented on similar cases in Sex Offenders.

The children's charms are displayed to interested couples who agree to 
have sex with one or both parents provided that they may first have their 
way with the young people. Males fifty years old and more, uninterested in 
sex with women near their own age but stimulated by the chance to take a 
maidenhead, will ravish a ten-year-old girl, then submit to boring coitus 
with her mother. Older women, despairing of attracting a suitable adult sex
partner, will jump at the chance of being mounted by an avid adolescent, 
whether he is able to reach orgasm or is merely capable of intromission. 
Payment for so exciting an experience with her own body, even if the father
is physically repulsive and cannot persuade any decent woman to submit to 
him, is cheerfully made.

These are the cases where there is a considerable age difference. In most
instances, however, investigators find that only the exploited children are
younger. The parents and the couple or couples with whom they wish to swing
are very often about the same age, between thirty and forty-five. The 
mother of an attractive twelve-year-old girl, for example, wishes to have 
sex with the husband of another woman who obviously is not very interested 
in her as a bed partner. The husband has to be bribed into acquiescence and
the hapless daughter is the inducement. The desired man may belong to any 
ethnic group, which means he can be black or white or brown or even yellow.
Sex is a great leveler and as long as the mother has her way afterward, the
daughter has to oblige. The same may hold true with a father offering his 
son to a strange woman.

"Another time we got a letter from some couple up in the Hills. And they 
were weird. The man was a professional cameraman. He had his pad up in the 
mountains full of photography stuff. He had some awards he'd won on the 
mantel.

"The woman was something to see-young looking from her nude picture they 
sent. She was-guess she still is-an actress. I see her on TV every once in 
a while and I get a charge out of remembering how she turned her little 
girl over to me and Dad and then held the lights and things while the man 
filmed what we did with little Veronica.

"That little girl was... well, they said she was fourteen, and she said 
she was fourteen, but I never saw no fourteen-year-old look so much like 
ten or eleven before. She didn't have no tits at all! And her little white 
cunt was smooth and hairless as a peach.

"But she turned on ol' dad! He showed me her picture from the letter they
sent and his eyes were shining. He said, "She's a baby, Tim, a fucking 
baby!'

"Truth is, I was more interested in Veronica's mother, June. She looked 
only about twenty-five, and she has got her a pair of big, soft, white jug 
tits I couldn't get my eyes off. Plus a nice slender body-not a bit of fat 
on her hips or belly or legs. A-number-1 prime white cunt. She told me and 
Dad she'd almost got in the centerfold of Playboy last year. The man, her 
husband, Vic, took the photos.

"A couple days after we got their letter and photos and we sent up 
pictures of us, the special shots of our pricks included, we got their call
and made a date to come visit them.

"Dad was prancing that day when we drove up and went to their door. Nice 
stone-front house with a curved pool in the back and everything. They've 
got money.

"The door opened, and there's June in this see through lace underwear 
thing-chemise-and just next to her, smiling, is little Veronica in a 
matching see-through thing.

"And in the hall behind them is Vic loaded down with glaring lights and a
camera he's holding to his eye, and the camera buzzing away. He says, "Hi! 
I'm making a home movie of your visit." And he zooms in on us in the door, 
blinking and squinting.

"Dad says, sure, man, do your thing, and he prances in, his eyes eating 
up little Veronica while I've got eyefuls of June in that see-through gauze
she was wearing. Man, those tits! J-u-g-s! With big pink buttons on "em. 
Just the kind I love to get my hands on. Big black hands on big white tits.

"And June knew right away what was what; that Dad was hung on Veronica 
and I was hers. That made her nice full lips smile. She's got those fleshy 
lips, you know? Not nigger lips, but those full, sexy white-girl lips that 
make your prick grow from just seeing them, especially if they've got that 
shiny lipstick on "em.

"Veronica took Dad's hand, like a little girl--shit, she only came up to 
his chest-and June took my hand, and they, led us into their house while 
Vic backed away, filming it, telling Veronica where to sit Dad and June 
where to sit me.

"June whispered in my ear, "Welcome, Timmie. We're going to have a good 
time tonight." And she gave my hand a special squeeze. And she rubbed the 
side of one of her big tits against my chest.

"That little Veronica, she acted like she was eighteen or nineteen 
sometimes the way she handled herself-then she was acting like a kid the 
next minute.

"For instance, once she got Dad settled into a big, deep chair, she 
climbed onto his lap and put her arms around him and gave him a 
kiss-openmouthed with tongue, all woman and knowing how to do it, too! I 
could see Dad's prick start to swell up in his tight gray pants, and his 
arms hugged her close and he started running his hands up under her wispy 
gown. Then a minute later she jumped off his lap and ran out of the room to
get a doll! A real doll that she talked to, now and then, that night. In 
fact, she had it in her arm, snuggled against her side, when Dad was 
reaming her pink little cunt with his big fat prick.

"That was a sight, man, him on his back on the bed with her sitting on 
that big black pole, screwing herself down on it while she's all red in the
face and with that curly-haired blonde doll in her arms... and her dad 
loaded up with camera and stuff a couple feet away, filming that action... 
and June, naked and glitter-eyed, holding a big powerful floodlight next to
him.

"June took me to a small love seat and sat in my lap and gave me a 
kiss... I mean the steamy, hot, soft kind that turns your guts over and 
makes your prick do an instant hard-on number. She breathed in my ear, 
"Timmie, your pictures turned me on like crazy when I saw them."

"And I whispered back, "Your tits turned me on."

"She drew back a little and looked down at her big ones and smiled and 
squirmed her ass on my prick and that made her tits joggle.

"Then Vic turned off his 16mm camera and the blinding lights he had 
strapped on his shoulders, and he said, "You don't mind my filming the 
action, do you? We like to have a record of our good times. We'll show you 
some movies we took with another Negro couple, a man and woman and their 
girl."

"Dad said, sure, but later. He had his hand sliding into Veronica's 
smooth, pink crotch, tickling her. She was giggling.

"June said, "I like it when they can't wait." She was talking to Vic. She
said, "Let's get it on, sweet. I don't think I want to wait, either." She 
slid her hand down and squeezed my prick in my pants. "I want to see 
Timmie, here, in the altogether... and I know he wants to be in the 
altogether with me."

"I wondered what Vic was going to do all night-just take movies of us 
fucking his wife and daughter? What did he get out of it?

"Vic, he nodded and he said to us, "Virgil and Tim, you probably think 
we're a far-out couple. But we know what we like, and Veronica knows what 
she likes. She's a very unusual little girl. We have never forced her to do
anything she didn't want to do. She's very precocious-as you'll find out. 
Well developed as a woman inside, even though she's behind schedule on the 
outside. A very provocative situation. She shocks many people."

"He sat on a footstool and put his camera carefully on the rug. He went 
on, "June is oversexed and I'm... selectively sexed. I like to practice my 
craft this way-film her and our girl in action with various kinds and types
of people-and enjoy them later. While the action is going on I'm too 
wrapped up in the technical aspects to fully appreciate the sexual side."

"I said right out, "You're a super peeping torn. You don't groove on 
doing it, you swing on watching it from pictures."

"He nodded and grinned. "I'm not ashamed of it. Sex is more real and 
erotic for me on a screen, in color."

"I had to ask him. "That's how you get off? Just watching it that way?'

"Little Veronica, she said, "No, we suck Daddy off while he watches. 
You'll see, later." She smiled like it was fun for her and she dug it. She 
said to him, "Daddy, show them the one of me with John R ." She was puffed 
up, real proud. She'd named a famous movie star.

"Dad tickled her way in-between her legs. He whistled and said, "Yeah. 
I'd like to see a movie of that dude with this darling girl." Me too, 
brother.

"June said, "I was in it, too. What a man." She squeezed my prick. "But 
not the man you are, Timmie."

"Vic said, "I'm the director. First we'll do scenes of seduction. I'll 
switch from June to Veronica. You girls undress your men and make over what
you find. Gentlemen, if you'll kindly stand up, please..."

"We got to our feet and June started to undress me. Little Veronica put 
her doll aside and got Dad's zipper down right away. She worked her little 
white hand inside and felt around while her face showed what she was 
finding. She said, "Oh, Mommy, it's like a baseball bat!'

"Vic had his lights on and was peering through his camera's viewfinder, 
filming her. He said, "Pull it out, hon."

"She struggled and finally got Dad's heavy meat exposed-that big purple 
knob and about five inches of thick black handle. She used both hands to 
play with it-and she knew where to touch and how to pull the skin. She 
asked, "Want me to kiss it now?'

"He came in for a close shot and said okay. She kissed the knob and 
licked at the juicy hole in the tip. Dad put his hands on her head. "Suck 
it, Veronica."

"She tried. She opened her mouth wide as she could, but the knob was too 
big. She finally had to settle for licking under the knob where it's 
supersensitive.

"Then Vic turned the camera on his wife and me. She had my shirt off and 
was running her hands all over my smooth brown chest and back and shoulders
and arms... She pressed against me and we kissed and I got my hands spread 
on her firm ass and pulled her cunt tight against my bulging prick. We had 
our tongues going. She was grinding on it with her legs open.

"I heard Vic tell her to do something and she pulled away a little with 
her body and reached down to unbuckle me and unzip me. My pants went down 
and she had her hands full of my brown snake. Then her hands were around on
my ass, feeling the cheeks and the backs of my legs... all the time we're 
still kissing. Of course I had my own hands in under that see-through thing
she was wearing and on those big soft jugs of white. I got deep grips on 
them and squeezed and nipped the pink buttons so they got wrinkled and hard
and stuck out.

"Vic asked us to strip naked. The girls and Dad and me got down to the 
skin and Vic backed down the hall, with us following in that bright light, 
to the big bedroom with all kinds of lights on stands around their 
king-size bed.

"We had us an orgy on that bed, in that pool of lights, with Vic making 
suggestions-like saying please move my leg this way or that so he can get a
shot of my prick sliding all the way into his wife's cunt... or asking Dad 
to screw Veronica in the ass from below while I fucked the kid from on top,
in her cunt. That dude was out of sight, asking that... and that little 
cunt got filled up with black pricks like no other little girl ever did 
before, I think.

"That double-fuck was the end, absolute end. What was happening, Dad was 
already on his back, enjoying having Veronica screw herself down on his 
meat. She was pushing and squirming, with about half him sunk up in her 
enlarged cunt.

"She had that doll against her tit-less chest and she was using her legs 
to raise up and sink down on him. She wasn't hurting any, that surprised us
both. Dad said she was pretty big inside, like a full-grown woman.

"I was snaking it to June, slow and easy, making her face go twisty each 
time I reached the seven and eight inch mark in her cunt. Her breath caught
and she squinched up and her big soft jugs leaped up as she gasped. But she
loved it. She kept saying she loved getting filled up, especially by a 
beautiful black boy like me. Her hands were all over me all the time.

"Then I blew off a good one and pulled out to watch Dad getting fucked 
down on by Veronica. She was getting red in the face and pumping up and 
down on him faster. She was coming off. She was panting and dribbling juice
down his prick and getting down on it more and more, making squish sounds 
as she twisted and turned on that fat pole. I liked seeing that big black 
prick standing up and her getting redder and redder and gasping and bending
over more and using one hand to brace herself better and the other hand to 
hold that doll tight to her flat chest and getting juicier and sloppier and
breathing like a runner-all sweaty and mouth wide and not knowing what was 
going on.

"Seeing that going on-my prick wasn't really soft. More than half hard. 
So Vic says, "Slow down, hon, make it last." And to me he says, "How do you
feel about back-door stuff? Want to do that to her while she's skewered on 
your dad like this?"

"I said, "Yeah, but I'm..."

"And he said to June, "Prime him, for a minute." And he pointed that lens
at us.

"June said, "Don't mind if I do." She knelt on the bed and fed about 
three or four inches of my meat to her hot mouth. Those sexy lips slid down
around on my prick and her tongue started snaking. She got to sucking up 
and down damned good and my meat got its strength back in a minute. I 
didn't want June to stop. She could suck me all night and I said so.

"But she took her mouth off it and shook her head. "We want to have a 
film of all this going into Veronica from behind." She patted my cheek. 
"Don't worry, she's no virgin there."

"I got straddled over Dad's legs and put my hands on Veronica's bobbing 
ass. I stopped her and used some slippery stuff from a tube June brought 
over. I slathered it over her little' brown asshole and poked my finger in,
too. It went in easy. She was holding still, breathing hard, with at least 
two-thirds of Dad's prick in her cunt.

"Vic said, "Okay, slip it into her..." He was all cameraman, and June 
came over to him when he waved at her and held a big glaring light closer 
so he could zoom in on Veronica's asshole when I plugged her there.

"I pulled my finger out and put the tip of my prick between her cheeks, 
right on the brown pucker and gave a shove. She went "Whaaa!' and I was 
into her ass with the head and working more in. Tight in there. Halfway in 
I felt Dad's fat prick under mine, only a thin bit of intestine wall or 
cunt wall between us. Weird feeling.

"Veronica was leaning way over on Dad's chest and he was holding her, his
arms around her, that doll squashed between them, held with her arms. She 
couldn't move much. She was getting fucked by seventeen inches of big black
pricks.

"She wasn't much digging the double-fuck at all. She started to cry like 
a baby. But Dad loved it-and I did too. That weird feeling of rubbing his 
prick with my prick in her guts, that was a number I thought I'd dig again.
We got to timing ourselves-him in, me out, me in, him out-like a couple 
pistons. Then we did it both in and out together, filling that girl up like
she was never filled up before! She was unhappy when we did it that way.

"All this time Vic and June are moving around, filming it this way and 
that, high and low, close and far... him saying something like, "Oh, 
terrific angle"

"Dad takes a while to get a blow-off, and so do I right after a climax, 
but that time we both made it fast. Maybe it was being in that little girl 
together like that. But I got the tingle right away, and Dad was working up
in her cunt faster, his hands on her ass with mine, sawing into her, 
getting that way-out breathing.

"We both blew off about the same time. Dad went first, shooting and 
jerking in that tight cunt. I could feel his prick jumping fast-and my own 
squishing deep in her gut, and then my own cream emptying into that hot 
shit-hole.

"We slowed down and stayed buried in her for a minute, and we looked into
each other's eyes and we grinned. I loved Dad right then. He's a Brother. 
We were Brothers under the skin-white cunt skin. Maybe we both had the same
thought at that same time, "cause we both burst out laughing.

"I pulled out and he let little Veronica take herself off his soft-fat 
prick. She got off the bed and ran into the bathroom, leaking cream from 
both holes.

"Vic, he complimented us about how good a fuck job we'd done for his 
camera. And June, too. She wanted to climb on and have a deep cunt-taste of
Dad's prick. But Dad was soft for a while. I knew I'd be coming up hard in 
a few minutes, though, and I told her to start sucking me in about ten 
minutes and she'd get some action. She said she would if I washed off 
first. Well, what the hell.

"So after Veronica came out of the bathroom, I went in and washed her ass
juice off my meat. I used one of her nice big clean towels and threw it 
into the tub. I took a leak.

"When I went back into the bedroom Vic said we were going to a special 
projection room for seeing his home movies. He had some big film cans in 
his arms.

"The room was like a den with some sofas all facing one wall where there 
was a big white movie screen. We settled down and Vic set the projector 
going with a reel, and June turned the lights off and joined me. Dad sat 
alone because Veronica wasn't there yet. She was in the kitchen making 
herself a milk shake.

"Vic was getting excited. I could see he had a hard on in his slacks. 
Then Veronica came in with her milk shake and her doll, still naked. She 
didn't seem mad at us for fucking her like we did. She sat on the carpet 
next to where Vic was sitting. She sucked on the straw of her shake.

"The film was something. It showed a Brother with a prick almost big as 
mine hunched over Veronica, screwing her hot and heavy, piling that black 
meat into her peach white cunt so fast he was like a rabbit. Black rabbit.

"At the same time another Brother was kneeling by her head, feeding her 
mouth some heavy prick, and she was sucking that mouthful like she loved 
it.

"I decided to watch Vic instead of the movie. Sure enough, he said 
something to Veronica and she put down her milk shake, opened up his pants,
and out poked a white prick, about half my size. Piddling little ofay meat.

"She started sucking him, though, on her knees between his legs, and 
getting her mouth down in his open pants, sinking her face into his 
wide-open fly, getting all that dinky prick, and making all kinds of slurpy
wet noises doing it.

"June saw where I was looking and reached over to my prick and handled 
it. "Want some of that, too?'

"I nodded. Why not? I spread my knees and June went down on me with that 
soft set of lips and educated tongue.

"I felt sorry for Veronica, kneeling there, sucking off her dad, and 
she'd done it for years, probably. They'd taught her young. She'd be at it 
years more... taking on big pricks every which way.

"I got no respect at all for white people. They're a whole race of 
perverts and maybe us brothers'll take over and let them die out.

"I watched-and Dad watched, too-we watched little Veronica suck off her 
dad like she dug it. She took his shots of cream and swallowed them 
down-just like June was taking mine. I wet her throat good.

"I was surprised when Veronica didn't stop. She kept on sucking Vic like 
there was more to come-and he got hard again in a minute, never looking 
down at what she was doing, always staring like he was hypnotized at that 
screen where the Brothers were working his little girl over good, spraying 
cream over her face and belly.

"Another film threaded through and there was June with a black girl, 
getting it on by eating black cunt.

"I looked around and June was going down on Dad's meat, trying to work it
up for a good long fuck.

"It was a long night. About 3:00 A.M. we left there all shot out... and 
with Vic telling us to come back in a week to see ourselves on the screen.

"But Dad... We never went back."

This unexpurgated account, compiled from actual case records, gives an 
intimate picture of what occurs at child-swapping orgies. A variation of 
usual procedure was the husband making movie pictures while his wife and 
daughter had intercourse with the visiting father and son. Such action has 
the same psychic motivation that caused the husband mentioned by Bartell to
enjoy watching a stranger having sex with his wife at a swinging party.

CHAPTER TWO - It's for Her Own Good

"The first time I went to one of those 'special' parties with Joan and 
Guy-they're my parents-I was scared stiff.

"Right from the beginning it was a wild scene. My eyes must have bugged 
out a mile when we entered (we were late because something went wrong with 
the car and we had to spend half an hour hanging around some stupid gas 
station while some stupid mechanic poked around while telling Guy, "Okay, 
try it now'... because there's this girl flopped on a sofa, and she's about
my age, which is fifteen, then, and some old man about Guy's age, which is 
forty-one, only not as bald, is feeling up her pussy... way down inside her
green hot pants.

"She didn't have any bra on, just a red knit tank top, and her breasts 
were pretty big and firm. She was actually smiling and digging it. I could 
see his fingers under the cloth rubbing where her crack had to be... 
rubbing slow and easy.

"He wasn't doing anything with his other hand, not even touching her, but
her nipples were sticking way out.

"There was a funny tightness in my stomach. I was all tense and knotted 
up all of a sudden. And I could see Joan and Guy watching me, watching for 
my reaction.

"I heard their preaching again in my head, a lot of bullshit about how 
sex was good and how a young girl shouldn't be initiated into it by some 
all-thumbs, ignorant, selfish boy who might warp me and probably hurt me.

"They have these special friends, see, who they know will be gentle and 
considerate, who can make my first time a beautiful experience...

"On the way over to that first party, Joan, my dear mother, kept telling 
me I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. I was supposed to get 
to know everybody and watch and learn, and if I wanted to participate I was
welcome, even if it was only kissing.

"I knew my parents were taking me to a swingers' sex party, they had 
explained that weeks before, to prepare me. And they kept after me to go, 
little pressures, hints, reassurances...

"So there I was staring at that young girl who was letting an old man 
finger-fuck her, and everybody was smiling at me-the man, my parents, the 
girl, and two other old people, a man and a woman over in another sofa, and
a woman just coming into the room from the dining room with a tray of tall 
drinks... and a boy looking at a photo album in a corner. He seemed to be 
about fourteen.

"We were welcomed and Guy explained about the delay and I was introduced 
all around.

"The girl who was getting finger-fucked was Christy. The man was Charles,
the host. The woman with the tray of drinks was his wife, Beth. The old 
couple in the other sofa were John and Dee. They were in their forties-at 
least!-and Christy was their daughter. The boy was Bobby. He was the host 
couple's son. I saw the resemblance to Charles-same square face, strong 
nose and gray eyes.

"I forced a smile back at everybody but inside I was all shivery ice. I 
couldn't get over how Christy just sprawled out next to Charles and let him
do that. Her legs were open and the insides of her plump thighs were 
twitching some.

"For about a half hour I was in a daze. I was given a drink and it had 
alcohol in it and I drank it. I was moved around like a doll-I talked to 
everybody.

"I found myself being deposited with Bobby. He had another photo album 
open and was sitting at the dining-room table, looking through it.

"I sat in the chair next to him and we said "Hi' again. Then I got a look
at the pictures in that album! They were color photos of people sucking... 
fucking... using things...

"I went all tight and shivery again. Bobby only grinned. He said, "Want 
to see some of your folks?'

"I nodded, all frozen, and he flipped over some pages and slid the album 
over to me. He said, "Here's one of me and your mom. She can really suck."

"I went into some kind of shock. I didn't show it on the outside but I 
was just numb in my mind.

"There was Joan on her knees, naked, her soft breasts hanging down, her 
arms around Bobby's skinny legs, her hands on his rump, and with her mouth 
wide open-full of his cock!

"I just stared at that picture. I couldn't believe it! My eyes were 
riveted on her face. It was Joan! It was my mother! Sucking Bobby's cock. 
Smiling around that deep mouthful, looking up at his face... Slowly the 
other details of the picture penetrated my mind. I finally saw the tension 
in his expression, the twisted look. And how rigid he was standing. As if 
"My eyes darted to her face again-her mouth-and there was a smear of white 
on her lips, and a white, creamy drool escaping from the corner of her 
mouth!

"Bobby said, "I shot a big hot load just a couple seconds before your dad
snapped that one."

"I started to tremble. I couldn't help it. I could only stare at that 
photo. Bobby said, "I started to shoot jism when I was twelve. I've got a 
big one, too." He flipped an album page and pointed to a close-up of his 
cock. A woman-Dee, I recognized her-was holding a plastic ruler to his 
erection. His cock was a little over six inches long. It was thin and 
white, with a pink cap.

"Bobby asked casually, right out loud, "Do you fool around with your 
folks?'

"I said no! I got away from him. I went looking for the bathroom. I 
thought I was going to be sick to my stomach.

"I didn't vomit, though. I sat and peed and my mind was whirling. I kept 
seeing that photo of Joan sucking Bobby... with her mouth full of his 
stuff. Smiling!

"I sat in there for a long time. I listened to the music coming from the 
living room, the laughing and talking. Then Joan came to the bathroom and 
knocked lightly. "Sandi? You in there? You all right?'

"I said I was. I said the drink had made me a little dizzy and nauseous. 
I had to go back to the party with her. She shocked me when I emerged from 
the bathroom. She had her blouse hanging open-all unbuttoned, and her bra 
off. I had a terrible feeling she didn't have her panties on anymore, 
either.

"In the living room I saw the girl, Christy, walking around without any 
clothes on. Bobby was standing by the arm of one of the sofas and Dee was 
all flushed and drunk and naked to the waist, and she was pulling his cock 
out of his unzipped pants.

"Beth, the hostess, came over to me. "Would you like some milk, dear?" I 
said no thank you and watched Guy drag Christy down onto his lap and kiss 
her passionately. She responded instantly.

"Beth touched my arm. Her fingers slid gently on my skin. "I suppose our 
get-togethers take some getting used to. There's nothing to be afraid of, 
Sandi. We don't do anything far out. No bondage or... things like that. 
Just fun. Just enjoyment of our bodies." Her fingers trailed down my arm 
and slid over onto my hip. Her whole hand moved to my rump.

"I got tense and left her. I saw the album on the dining-room table and 
went over and started looking through it.

"My mouth got dry and I could hardly breathe. I got a funny feeling in my
belly. Everybody did everything. I couldn't believe the picture of Joan 
going down on Christy. Or the one of Guy kneeling on a bed while a blonde 
child with tiny pink-tipped breasts actually fucked him in the ass with a 
strap-on rubber cock!

"I went through the whole album. It was all like that. Twenty pages of 
pictures of everybody present and some people not there doing normal and 
perverted things with kids. And I knew they wanted me to join in. They 
wanted me to suck and fuck and use vibrators and things, and let 
somebody-maybe Joan or Guy-take pictures of it.

"Guy came over to me. He put another drink on the table for me. His pants
bulged. I couldn't look at him-my father. Under my fingers was a picture of
him with a full hard on as that little blonde girl played with it. His cock
was thick, and the head was like a purple bulb.

"He put his hand on my shoulder. "You're not being very sociable, Sandi."

"I couldn't say a word. He bent over and kissed the back of my neck. "Why
don't you go talk with Beth and Charlie? They'd like to get to know you 
better."

"I looked around. I didn't see them. Guy said, "They're in the master 
bedroom... just down the hall." He chuckled. "They won't rape you, dear. 
Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen."

"I said I wanted to go home, and he said we'd only been there an hour. He
half pulled me up out of the chair and urged me to go see Beth and Charlie.

"Then Joan came over. She had been watching Dee play with Bobby's big 
cock, and been making jokes, licking her lips, kissing his mouth. She 
smelled of the drinks she'd had. Her eyes were dull. "Go on, Sandi. Don't 
be such a stick. The sooner you start to enjoy yourself, the better. You're
behaving like a prissy, old-fashioned virgin."

"I finally went down the hall. My heart was pounding. I was a virgin and 
I had a sickening icky feeling in my guts.

"Beth and Charlie were lying on the bed, kissing and fondling each other.
They were both stark naked. I stood in the doorway a minute and saw how big
his cock was! It looked at least half again as big as Bobby's or Guy's.

"Then Beth saw me and called me closer. She reached her hand out for me. 
Charlie moved over to make room for me. I let myself be pulled down. I 
said, I guess I stammered, that I didn't want to do anything with them. I 
was goggle-eyed at the size of his cock, the way it flopped around as big 
as a big banana, slightly curved, sort of thicker in the middle...

"Beth drew me down and close to her. She put an arm around me. She was 
warm and soft and sympathetic. "We wouldn't dream of that, dear. We know 
you're a virgin. And Charlie's a lot even for me to take, and I'm naturally
big inside."

"They didn't touch me or try to kiss me for a long time. We just talked 
about love and sex and pleasure and morality... and gradually I wasn't 
scared anymore. They really were sensible, gentle, nice people. I secretly 
wished they were my parents instead of Joan and Guy. I felt more at ease in
Beth's arms. I couldn't remember the last time Joan had cuddled me.

"I didn't mind it at all when they undressed me. I had confidence in them
both. When Charlie eased my panties down off my hips, my heart thudded 
some, but I really wasn't tense or really scared. It was sort of natural 
that I be naked, too.

"Then things started happening gradually.

"First Charlie kissed my shoulder, then my throat, and then my lips... 
Before I knew it we were going at it with our tongues in a wild french kiss
that had me breathless and shivery. He knows how to kiss, I thought.

"Beth had her arms around me all this time. She was the one who unhooked 
my bra and eased it off my breasts. She complimented me on them. "They're 
lovely, Sandi. Very large and perfectly formed for a young woman your age."

"As Charlie heated me up with french kisses, Beth slowly moved her hands 
till she had them spread over my breasts, and she squeezed and rubbed so 
nice, so slow and nice.

"For long sweet minutes that's all that happened. A warmth started to 
glow in me, all over, and especially in my breasts. I'd never felt that way
before. They felt so full and warm, and my nipples got all crinkly and 
aching hard.

"Charlie's tongue followed mine all around inside my mouth-tickling and 
playing-and breathing was faster for me. I couldn't get enough air. I had 
my eyes closed. I was grooving on what they were doing to me. I didn't 
think about that huge cock of his. I pretended it wasn't there.

"Beth's fingers began to tickle my nipples in a special way-little 
pluckings of the sensitive nubs. I instinctively arched my back and pushed 
my breasts upward against her hands.

"She breathed, "You lovely darling..." Her hand came to my chin. "Let me 
have her, Charlie."

"He gave up my mouth and she turned my head. Her soft, warm lips touched 
mine. I didn't even think about her being a woman, and about it being 
lesbian. She was so motherly and soft, and she wanted me...

"Charlie took possession of my large breasts, then. Only he didn't stop 
with fondling them and rubbing the stiff nipples. He lowered his head and 
licked them. My nipples felt strange. I'd never let a boy do anything like 
that. I'd never been naked in a bed with anyone before.

"I liked the feeling. And Beth was crooning to me as she took my mouth 
again and again. I was breathing fast. I was getting all worked up.

"Then Charlie took my right hand and guided it... and I suddenly had a 
handful of his giant cock. It was so hot! So thick! So alive! It throbbed 
in my loose grip. I jerked my hand away. The awful size of it terrified me.
I gasped, "Please don't do it! Don't fuck me!'

"Beth soothed me. "No, no, no, honey, he won't. He won't. Don't worry." 
She hugged me and reassured me. She stroked my body, all the way down over 
my belly, onto my mound.

"Charlie moved down on the bed. I was vaguely aware of him sliding down. 
I thought he was leaving, going to the bathroom or something. But then he 
started kissing my legs. It was strange.

"Beth didn't stop stroking my naked body. All the way down... and her 
fingers were gentle on my mound, in the light fuzz I had.

"I started to get interested in pleasure. I wanted her to finger me. I'd 
done it to myself a lot. I knew I had a clitoris-a big one-and I wanted her
to diddle it for me. I opened my legs a little bit. She noticed it. Her 
soft, gentle hand stayed on my mound, and her fingers dipped down over the 
lips of my crack. I was all slippery there. I was drippy. She whispered, 
"She's more than ready." She pressed curiously into me and found my clit. 
She said, "Oh, it's like a baby's finger!'

"The touch thrilled me. I couldn't help the indrawn breath and the little
whimper. My legs opened more, and my knees came up. It was more comfortable
that way.

"As Beth continued touching my juicy clitoris, I felt Charlie kissing 
between my thighs, coming closer and closer to my crack. But I was starting
to gasp and twitch. I had my eyes closed. I didn't care if he wanted to see
up close like that. Beth's finger was starting to give me the crazy buzz of
a come. I was working my hips.

"Then-her finger went away, and before I knew what was happening Charlie 
had his face pressed against me and his tongue was into my crack and he was
fluttering his tongue-tip against my stick out clit! I went all quivery and
sparkly and volcanic. The buzz was there and it was even better! It was a 
hundred times better! I heard myself start to pant and moan. I heard the 
juicy sounds he made as he licked into me... and the way he sucked air.

"The pleasure was beyond anything I'd ever known! It was just terrific! 
My thighs tightened on his head, then went all loose and twitchy.

"Beth covered my mouth with her hot, yielding, honey lips and her tongue 
eeled into my mouth. I moaned and went into a crazy, wild, all-out come! My
whole body was full of hot thrills. It was perfect! I bucked against 
Charlie's gobbling mouth and gasped around Beth's twisting tongue. I just 
gave myself to the dynamite sensations.

"Then it was fading and I went limp and dead. My body couldn't respond 
anymore. The built-up sex charge was exhausted. And I started to feel 
ashamed and nervous. I knew I was dirty. I knew what I'd let happen was 
wrong. I felt that Beth and Charlie were some kind of perverts, and so were
Joan and Guy.

"Beth was still caressing my breasts and trying to kiss me some more, but
my skin crawled and I avoided her lips. It was all an ugly scene.

"I struggled to sit up. "Let me go!'

"Beth let loose of me. "Of course, my dear."

Charlie said, "You definitely enjoyed it, Sandi. You-"

I scrambled off the bed. Beth said, "We understand, dear. You need time 
to encompass and reconcile what you've just experienced."

"I turned to the door-and there was the girl, Christy, standing in the 
half-open doorway. She was naked. She smiled and said, "Don't be stupid. 
Stick around. Charlie's good, but Beth is heaven on earth when she gives 
head."

"She came on into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed. I saw her big 
nipples were still sticking out. She said, grabbing hold of Charlie's 
monster-size cock, "I came in here for a good fuck, though, first. I'm glad
you didn't wipe him out."

"I gaped at her. She wanted that huge thing in her? Christy wasn't any 
bigger than I was-same shape, almost. How could she...?

"Beth sensed my thoughts, I think. She smiled and patted the bed at her 
side. It was a king-size bed. She said, "Sandi, sit here by me. Let's 
watch. It'll be an education for you."

"I couldn't leave. Curiosity ate me up. I didn't say anything, I just 
drifted over to the bed, all eyes.

"Christy and Charlie ignored me and Beth. Beth didn't seem to mind. Her 
eyes were bright. She reached out and took my hand.

"Christy had both hands on that huge hunk of meat. She pulled the skin up
and down slowly, and leaned over to kiss it. I got a tight feeling in my 
throat when she did that, and my mouth puckered.

"Christy said to him, "Thirty seconds, then I climb on." Charlie was 
sitting up, braced with his hands behind him, his legs spread. Christy was 
kneeling between his legs. He had a tense, wet lipped expression. He said, 
"Anything you want." He was ravishing her with his eyes. It was really sick
the way he looked at her. He was old enough to be her father, and then 
some.

"And Beth was old enough to be my mother! I felt a little sick when I 
remembered how she'd kissed me and touched me.

"Christy winked at me and lowered her mouth to his cock. She just flowed 
her lips down over the head and down and down till she had a whole mouthful
of it. I saw her upper throat moving and I knew her tongue was working on 
the head way back inside. I had heard about doing that-cocksucking-but I 
couldn't do it myself! The idea almost gagged me. I wanted to spit.

"She started raising and lowering her head, and it came out of her mouth 
all wet with saliva. She took an awful lot each time she went down.

"Charlie made small grunts and sighs as she sucked. He watched her so 
close! He kept licking his lips.

"Beth drew me closer. She pulled me down so that I was sitting on the 
edge of the bed. Her left arm went around my waist. She nuzzled my right 
breast with her cheek.

"Christy raised her mouth off Charlie's huge, rigid, curved cock. She 
held it up with one hand while she changed position. She straddled his hips
and got her crack right overhead. She winked at me again and the hot lust 
expression in her eyes shocked me. How could a girl my age get that way? 
Did she really enjoy sucking a cock... and fucking old men?

"She leaned forward and lowered herself and I saw the head of his cock 
push up into her crack. She took her hand away and sort of rotated on it, 
with only a couple inches in her, and she took his open mouth and they 
kissed-all tongue and heavy breathing, their lips barely touching.

"I was hypnotized-watching. Christy was screwing herself down on that 
giant cock. Little by little she took more and more as she squirmed and 
twisted on it.

"Beth took my left hand and guided it to her crotch. We were both looking
at the way Christy was burying Charlie's thick meat in her hole. I sort of 
absentmindedly knew where my hand was and what Beth wanted. She opened her 
thighs.

"I wormed my fingers through her thick dark bush and found her crack all 
loose and wet. One finger just slipped in so easy... I slipped another 
finger into that hot, juicy slot. I found her clitoris, a little stiff bump
of flesh, and I rubbed it. Her slot was soppy wet with her secretions. She 
tightened her grip around my waist.

"Christy was breathing loud, and so was Charlie. She had over half of 
that thick monster in her and couldn't get any more in. She was fucking 
down on it like mad, though, and working her hips in that sexy up and down 
and around motion-all from the waist and hip joints.

"Watching it, I had my thighs pressed together so tight they were 
trembling. I had my hand way down in Beth's moist crotch. I inserted two 
fingers into her hole and pushed them way in.

"She squeezed down on my fingers with her inner muscles. She was deep. I 
couldn't touch any end to her. I returned to slipping my fingertips over 
her clitoris. She gasped.

"Charlie threw his head back. I saw his sweaty bald spot. Her jerked his 
hips up and down. He grunted real loud. Muscles stood out in his neck.

"Christy was whining, her mouth hung open and her young face was all 
twisted and wild-eyed. She was coming! From reaming herself on that huge 
cock!

"Beth was coming, too. She was very tense, holding me very tight. Her 
gasps were quavery. Her toes turned down. Her belly sucked in and out. I 
rubbed her clitoris even faster.

"Christy's whines turned ragged and her gyrating hips lost their smooth 
action. She hung her head and panted.

"I saw it as soon as I heard it-a special juicy sound from her hole as 
she kept on cramming that cock into her, and then the syrupy white stuff 
running down the thick shaft to his curly black bush.

"That got to me. It was too raw, too real! I lurched off the bed and half
ran out of the bedroom after I grabbed up my clothes.

"I went back to the living room with my clothes. I wasn't thinking. I 
didn't expect to see what I saw going on. It was like going from the frying
pan into the fire.

"The other, older couple were gone... maybe in another bedroom. Most of 
the lights were off. I stopped and stared at what was going on on the sofa.
My stomach turned over and ice flooded my spine.

"There was my mother slumped real low on the cushions, her white legs 
wide open, with Bobby kneeling between, fucking her! And that wasn't all! 
What really glued my eyes and made me stop breathing was Guy kneeling on 
the cushion beside her, hunched over her head, feeding her mouth his hard 
cock.

"I'd never seen my mother and father naked before. And suddenly there 
they both were-Joan getting fucked by a teen-age boy who was going at her 
like a rabbit-really banging it to her!-and Guy sliding half his cock into 
her willing mouth.

"I wanted to turn away, but I was frozen. The lamp on the table next to 
their sofa was on and I could see everything! And I could hear them-the 
fast slushy sound as Bobby drove his thin six inches into Joan's gaping, 
bushy crack... and the softer wet, saliva sound of her mouth as she sucked 
on Guy's cock as he slid it in and out of her wet lips... and the breathing
sounds they made, each different.

"Mother's breasts were heaving. Her eyes were closed, or she would have 
seen me. Bobby had his back to me. Guy was facing away, and I think he had 
his eyes closed, too.

"I heard my own ragged gasps. I wanted to cry. I was dazed, all scrambled
up inside, in my mind.

"Mother was sucking harder on Guy's cock. He was wheezing. I heard him 
say, "More tongue... ahhhhh!' Bobby was panting from the speed of his 
fucking. His skinny white ass was pumping like he was a machine. I could 
hear the slap-slap-slap of him plunging in to the hilt.

"I didn't want to see my father shoot into my mother's mouth. I didn't 
want to see Bobby shoot his load into my mother's hole. I stumbled away, 
through the dining room and into the kitchen. I dressed in the dark and 
sat, huddled and alone, cold inside, in a corner of the breakfast nook..."

While most observers regard adult swinging with the same measure of 
tolerance they extend to prostitution, all join in a vigorous and unanimous
condemnation of child swapping. This pernicious practice is seen not only 
as damaging to the child's normal development but as a serious threat to 
any form of social stability. Nevertheless, it appears to be on the 
increase and is denounced by serious thinkers as one more example of the 
shocking decline in our national morality.

The preceding account tended to show the depravity of some parents in 
allowing their children to be preyed upon and sexually abused by strangers 
in return for libidinal satisfaction and the appeasement of their own 
distorted egos. In this chapter, there is a double jeopardy for the 
innocent victims of their parents' lust because the children involved are 
not only used for intercourse with adults but are encouraged to have sex 
among themselves.

Only a psychiatrist specializing in the analysis of aberrant children 
could be expected to give a viable account of what goes on in a young boy's
mind, let us say, when he discovers his mother indulging in fellatio with 
another boy of his own age or finds his father having coitus with a girl 
who might be the son's twin sister. What must a ten-year-old girl think, 
normal parents wonder, when she is vigorously mounted by a twelve-year-old 
lad whom she never saw before and, to add to her fright and bewilderment, 
finds that the fathers and mothers of both are watching and 
enthusiastically applauding the act? Or her reaction when she sees her 
mother enjoying intercourse with a strange man when she thought, however 
vaguely, that intimacy was reserved for her father?

Someone once asked a psychoanalyst what makes a swinger swing and the 
answer was: "Nobody knows except a swinger." This is, to a great extent, 
true today, in spite of the fact that between eight and ten million 
American men and women are reportedly ardent devotees of the swapping cult.
Whatever causes a husband to enjoy watching his wife being sexually taken 
by another man or a wife to find erotic pleasure in seeing her husband 
having intercourse with a strange woman is still a clouded issue to 
sociologists and will foreseeably remain that way until researchers can 
find more intelligible answers. Whatever the answer may be, it is a logical
presumption that swingers must enjoy what they preach or they would not do 
it. Given that all swinging husbands and wives will have intimate sexual 
knowledge of each other in the normal course of their marriage, 
extramarital indulgence, though condemned by churchmen and reformers, can 
not conceivably be such an emotional upset as that experienced by a minor 
child who is forced into the act whether he or she likes it or not.

Guilt complexes will cause the defense mechanism to come up with 
plausible excuses in persons whose conscience tells them that they have 
committed an indecency. Among child traders, the superego appears to be 
equally as active as in natural parents. Pretexts like "better learn with 
friends than find out the hard way" and "it's for her (or his) own good" 
are seen as sops to conscience, which, however calloused, must be present 
in some degree. Otherwise, the parents would be indistinguishable from the 
animals that take sex when and where they find it and among which 
relationships have no bearing.

This comparatively new trend in sex has given rise to a section of our 
society which, for want of a better name, sociologists call 'sex gypsies." 
The members, unlike regular swingers who mostly seek extramarital sex in 
their own approximate neighborhoods, are prone to traveling considerable 
distances to gratify their preference. Some of these "gypsies" are people 
of means who do not have to punch a time clock or be at a fixed place at a 
certain time. This hard core constitutes what might be termed a 'sex jet 
set'. Like the original "beautiful people," they fly from one appointment 
to another, taking their children who constitute their passports to the 
swapping adventure. Car and bus "gypsies" are the poor relations of the 
jetters but their modus operandi is the same.

The procedure of reaching an agreement follows a definite pattern. If the
parents have not met before, having only communicated by telephone or more 
rarely by letter after reading carefully placed advertisements or obtaining
information from mutual friends, the first appointment may result in an 
immediate decision to trade, either with the understanding that the parents
will later swing with one another or that they will enjoy having juvenile 
sex with the children in any way which may appeal to them. As in the case 
of regular swingers, should the first meeting prove unsatisfactory, 
referrals will almost certainly be given and the hunt for young partners 
continues. Needless to say, journeys which only have a small probability of
success are not undertaken.

Once the agreement is made, all parties except the young people are free 
to prescribe what kind of sexual excitement they prefer. A girl who has not
yet attained puberty may be obliged to perform fellatio with the visited 
husband, and her younger brother may be made to satisfy the wife by 
indulging in cunnilingus. If they refuse, they may be beaten or otherwise 
punished. In many cases, they will also be penalized if their performance 
is not satisfactory.

Investigators who have gathered firsthand information by posing as child 
swappers, sometimes to the point of actual indulgence, report that the 
reaction of most children is a general acceptance after the initial shock 
has dissipated and after they have been sexually used a few times. Like the
fifteen-year-old in the case study, some of them turn mercenary and demand 
money or other favors on the side before submitting to adult embrace. The 
girls appear to be more sordid in their demands than the boys and it is 
anybody's guess how many call girls and full-time prostitutes may develop 
from these compulsive beginnings.

The exchanging of children for sex favors creates another evil equally as
damaging as the physical habituation. Of necessity, all parent/child 
relationship except the sordid contacts needed to effect the negotiation 
must break down and any affection of the child for its mother or father 
needfully changes to an attitude of disrespect. All overtures on the part 
of the parents to reward the child for his or her submission are looked 
upon as bribes and the young people are liable to demand extra 
consideration and even turn to extortion when they realize how important 
they have become in satisfying parental ego.

Needless to mention, this is not a healthy climate for normal development
but it will persist as long as there are parents sufficiently depraved to 
keep it alive.

"By the time I'd been to four more of those parties, though, I was a 
veteran. Especially after John took my cherry during the second session.

"It was just him and me, and that old man really was gentle. We were 
alone in a locked bedroom-locked from the inside and I had the key in my 
sweaty hand-and he worked me up slow and easy. I like him. That's why I 
chose him... and because his cock was only about five inches and thin 
besides.

"It didn't hurt much at all. I didn't come from the fuck, but I did 
beforehand when he went down on me. He licked up a storm in me! He has a 
clever little sideways flip to his tongue that drives me wild every time.

"I learned a lot about myself the first three parties. Here's my scene: I
really dig getting eaten. Man, woman or child, if anyone who knows what his
tongue is for wants to lick my clit, I'll spread in a minute.

"I'll suck a cock if I like the man, or boy, but I'm never thrilled by 
doing it. I usually do it out of gratitude for a hot time after he's licked
me off half a dozen times. I come quick.

"And I hate to admit this, but I kind of dig eating a nice clean pussy. 
Me and Christy get together once at a party now and go at it sixty-nine. We
don't even mind if the old people watch. In fact, Guy loves to have Beth or
Dee or Joan suck him off while he watches Christy and me tongue each other.
I know he'd like me to suck him sometime. He's hinted around at home, but I
can't see it.

"I don't mind a good, fast, hard fuck, say with Bobby. Wow, can he drill 
me. My clit gets rubbed and bumped something great till it feels like sweet
lightning each split second. But John can't keep up the speed I like, and 
Charlie-huh! I wouldn't let him fuck me, no way! Not with that pole of his.
I know my size.

"The last party we had, about a week ago, was something! We had some new 
blood. A new couple came with their twelve-year-old boy.

"That I've got to tell about. Both the new parents are pussy-eating 
hounds. Myra is young, too. She's only twenty-six and she looks about 
seventeen. Dark red hair and a nice, slim body. Nothing in the bust 
department.

"Dale is twenty-nine. They married young-had to because she was pregnant.
Got her kicked out of grammar school! He's got long brown hair-groovy.

"Kent is their boy. He's undeveloped. Well, shit, he's only twelve. His 
cock is only about three inches-like a white finger. He doesn't shoot, of 
course.

"That night we got to Beth and Charlie's house early. I had on a sweater 
and a skirt; no bra, and no panties. Lots of scented body powder in the 
right places.

"Charlie had his projector set up and was going to show some films. Bobby
was in the kitchen, still eating.

"Beth took my hand. She whispered, "I'll do something for you if you'll 
do something for me."

"What?'

"She kissed my neck and said softly, "Charlie'll be wiped out tonight for
days. I won't get any attention from him till he recharges his batteries. I
haven't had a good deep fuck for weeks. So... if you'll strap something 
on... I'll go down on you and give you what you really like best."

"You mean use a dildo on you?'

"She nodded and smiled. "Come on, I'll show you."

"So I followed her to the master bedroom. Guy was talking with Charlie by
the projector. Joan had wandered off into the kitchen for some early eating
of her own-Bobby's cock. I still can't get over how much my mother loves to
suck young cock. With her, the younger the better.

"Beth towed me into the big bedroom by the hand. We went to the long 
bureau and she took a shoe box from a lower drawer. She opened it and in a 
bed of tissue was a long pink plastic cock with a raised clit-thumper at 
the back end and all kinds of soft nubs and "fingers' on it, clear up to 
the head, where it really got ridiculous with all the things sticking out. 
The thing had an elastic set of straps attached to the rear end, so a woman
could wear it. The thing looked as big or bigger than Charlie's huge real 
cock.

"Beth took it out of the box. As if she could read my mind she said, 
"It's actually nine inches. Charlie's only eight and a half when he's fully
hard."

"I caught a kind of glow in her eyes. I suddenly got the idea she liked 
that thing better than a real cock, and Charlie being "wiped out' was only 
an excuse to get somebody to fuck her with it.

"I said, "Okay, I'll do it, but you eat me first, till I tell you to 
stop." She agreed because she digs eating me. They all dig my pussy because
my clit's so easy to work on, because it's so big and sticks out.

"I look at my clit in a mirror a lot. I sure am well developed there. 
It's a little pink eraser up in my crack when I'm not turned on, but when I
get hot it comes curving out, swelling out like a tiny cock, curving down, 
like it was designed to seek out a cock that was fucking me. You can 
imagine how nice it is for somebody to lick a clit like mine. They lick and
they suck on it. And Beth does the best job of all.

"I got out of my sweater and skirt and shoes and socks in half a minute 
and flopped on my back on the bed. Beth stepped out of her slinky red 
culottes and came to me.

"She got me going with some soft honeyed kisses... all full of tongue and
moving lips. Beth has a wonderful mouth. Her soft hands were all over me, 
on my big breasts, tickling my nipples, then onto my belly and over my 
fuzzy mound, gliding over my thighs and back up... In about three minutes I
was breathing deep and was itchy for her tongue in my juicy crack. I pulled
my mouth free of her lips and said, "Eat me!'

"Beth went down on me without a word. She loved it. Her head slipped 
between my raised thighs and her hot, open mouth gently fitted over my 
puffed, tingly pussy lips.

"I groaned when her tongue slithered inside and flicked over my stiff, 
down-turned clit. Shivery lightning went through me. I put my hands on her 
head and luxuriously worked myself against her eager mouth. Her tongue 
tortured me. I started to come after a minute. That molten tide swept 
through me and I wanted it to go on and on... But it faded, and Beth kept 
on licking into me, kept on fluttering her tongue on my still vibrating 
clit. She sort of lolled her tongue inside my crack and lazily curved it 
under and around my tiny cock.

"It is a tiny cock... and I'm getting more and more to thinking like a 
man. I look at other people as sex objects now. I only consider them as 
things to be used. Just mouths and tongues to get to eat me. Especially old
people like Beth and Charlie and John and Dee and... anyone over twenty or 
so.

"I whispered to Beth, "Fast... triple-tongue me!'

"She obeyed-with a delightful ultra-fast tongue-tip flutter that sent me 
panting into another quick come. I jerked and twitched a lot right after 
that one.

"I made her do me twice more. Then I had to stop her because I was 
getting too frazzled. My insides were jumping around... spasming, and it 
was hurting, too strong.

"I got off the bed and Beth helped me get the dildo on and the straps all
tight and right. I noticed her hands trembled. She said, "Do it like a man,
on top of me, so we can look at each other." She got a tube of some 
lubricating jelly and smeared the dildo with it.

"I felt foolish. The big thing hung out almost as far as my lower arm, 
and it weighed enough so when I moved it wobbled and swung and bobbed, and 
I felt it because the rear end of it was smack against my crack, and the 
straps held it there snug enough to make my clit almost stick out between 
my pussy lips and touch the base.

"I climbed between Beth's legs and felt foolish, trying to be a man. But 
she had a funny, intent look, and she guided the dildo and said, "Now push 
a little... umm... yes... now... slow... push it in..."

"Her eyes never left my face. I was embarrassed. I peered under, between 
our bodies, and watched that thing sink into her. I couldn't understand how
she could take so much. Two thirds of it was sunk into her and she still 
kept nodding and breathing, "More."

"Finally all but an inch of it was buried in her. She lay under me, her 
belly sucking and bloating, her eyes sparkling, licking her lips, her 
nipples popped out. She ran her hands along my sides and hips and over my 
ass cheeks. She was breathing deep. She said, "Now, fuck me, Sandi! Fuck me
hard. Don't hold back,!'

"I braced myself and pulled my hips back and watched the huge plastic 
cock slide from her hole, then when all but that decorated head was out, I 
shoved it in again, hard, deep!

"Beth's groan was loud-it started high-pitched and sank lower until her 
body was vibrating from it. I watched her face twist as I jammed that last 
inch into her and the clit-thumper on the end ground against her open, 
juicy crack.

"I got a sensation, too, from that dildo; my clit was getting pressured 
from the butt end. I decided this woman-fucking scene might be interesting.
I really started to push and pull hard and fast. Beth started groaning and 
panting and holding me tighter in her arms. Her legs came up and she locked
her ankles in the small of my back. Her eyes dilated and stared up at me 
like I was Jesus Christ come down from heaven. I kept on plunging that 
monster in and out, driving it so deep my belly started to slap hers. Each 
downstroke my clit got heavy rubbing from the butt of the dildo and I 
started to think I could actually come from it. I was getting sloppy and 
the thick butt was wet and slippery and my crack was loosening, working 
open, spreading, and my clit was more and more naked to that solid, slick 
plastic. I was squirming my hips, gyrating, getting all kinds of action as 
I fucked her.

"Beth started to come apart. Her hips leaped to meet that pile driver 
that was probing and slamming in her guts. The sound of it was sloppy and 
suctiony.

"Then she started to tighten down on it and began to gasp in that quavery
way she has when she is coming. I was close, too, but I couldn't reach the 
point of no return. I was just all hot as hell.

"Beth finally begged me to stop, and I did. I was tired! Fucking like 
that is a lot of work. I pulled that huge dildo out of her and it came out 
drippy, all glistening and wet. Her hole just stayed open, like a tunnel.

"I turned a bit and saw Christy standing behind me, near the foot of the 
bed. She winked and said, "I see Beth talked you into her scene."

"Beth laughed. She just laid there and sighed and laughed. I took off the
dildo and put it in the box. I was simmering inside. I said to Christy, 
"Let's do our thing."

"Sure."

"We went to another bedroom and didn't lock the door. I don't have any 
modesty anymore. I can shut people out, just ignore them, if I want to. 
I've sure come a long way from the scared virgin I was at my first party. I
was a real stick, then.

"Christy and I got on the bed and started to sixty-nine right off the 
bat. We didn't fool around much. I was on the bottom and she pressed her 
nice, fuzzy crack down on my face. I grooved my tongue and stuck it up into
her slit and found the hot button right away.

"She got her tongue on my clit really easy-mine was sticking out and 
down. She used a finger to bend it backward so she could actually suck it. 
Her mouth and tongue closed down on it and her tongue whipped across the 
little head and I went wild. I worked my lips and tongue deeper, closer, 
until my nose and mouth and chin were smeared with her juicy lubrication. I
drove my tongue into her hole and wriggled it around. She tasted acidy in 
there, then I dragged my tongue over her clit and put pressure on it and 
slippery-sandpapered it in circles.

"I was trembling into a big, hot come. She was sucking me off so great! I
was out of my skull. I sure as hell am grateful nature gave me the clit 
I've got. Myra has a really small clit, like a pinhead, and it's 
practically buried in her crack. She was amazed when she went down on me 
the first time, later that evening, and saw how big and well developed mine
is. She went ape licking and sucking me.

"Anyway, Christy was making it, too! Her hands curled under my rump and 
her thighs tightened on my head. I lashed my tongue on her hard clit. It 
had that tell-tale super-blood-filled feel to it... like a man's cock gets 
just before he's going to shoot off.

"We made all kinds of noises into each other's sloppy pussy. We shook and
writhed and just about lost our minds.

"When we came out of it and Christy rolled off me, there was Guy sitting 
on a chair next to the bed, all red-faced and with a hard on. He said, 
"Hey, Christy, how about doing me a favor?'

"Christy shook her head. She said, "My jaws and tongue are tired." She 
winked at me and nudged. "Why don't you do something for your dad, for a 
change?'

"No thank you!'

"Christy left and I was about to follow, when Guy held me by the arm. He 
grinned. "I won't tell anybody."

"I pulled away and went into the living room. I was naked, but I didn't 
care. Christy could take care of him later. He always talked about how good
she was at fucking and sucking... and he was always wishing a new couple 
with an even younger daughter could be persuaded to join the club.

"I was interested in the new couple that were supposed to show that 
night. Charlie recruited them. Speaking of Charlie, and his big cock, he 
tried to bribe me to let him fuck me, the third 'club' meeting. He offered 
me fifty dollars and promised he'd be very careful. I was still too scared.
That thing of his is terrifying. But maybe someday I'll take him on... for 
that secret fifty.

"I've already sucked him off. It was all I could do to get the head of 
his cock into my mouth. Old rubber-lips Joan does it easy, and so does 
Christy. Beth, too. Maybe I've just got a naturally small mouth.

"I must have done a pretty good job of it, though, "cause he let out a 
loud noise-part gasp, part groan, part howl, I guess-and his cock jumped 
deeper into my mouth and swelled up in a split second and shot a gob of his
stuff into my throat. I tried to pull my mouth off, but his hands were 
locked around the back of my head and I was stuck with that huge mouthful 
and my tonsils getting sprayed with what Bobby calls jism. It tastes soapy 
and evil. I thought I was going to choke to death. I had to swallow a lot 
of that icky stuff. But then Charlie let me go and I got the hell away from
him. I can live with sucking a man off, and even letting him shoot in my 
mouth, but I hate to swallow the stuff. I get to a bathroom and spit.

"Anyway, I went into the living room, naked as a jaybird, and I got there
just as the new couple and their boy arrived.

"They were shook a little to see me and Christy in the buff, right off 
the bat, and the old people halfway there, and stag movies showing. But 
they were young: Myra looked only a couple years older than me. In fact, 
she's almost flat-chested, where I've got a pretty big set. Her hair is 
dark red, though, and long, past her shoulders.

"I grooved right away on Dale's longhair, brown and naturally wavy. He's 
got a nice build, too, and a nice, medium-sized cock.

Their boy, Kent, was wide-eyed but he tried to be cool. He reminded me of
me, my first time.

"I'll spare you the usual crap about getting to know them and all the 
talk. It took about an hour before they got into the Let's Do Something 
mood, after a drink and seeing some of Charlie's best films.

"It was soon obvious what their basic scene was from their comments and 
reactions. Myra said she simply loved to use her mouth to give pleasure, 
and Dale said he was that way, too. He grinned and said he even dug sucking
a clean cock.

"Kent didn't say much. He kept quiet and watched and listened.

"Myra said she and Dale had never hidden their bodies from him, and had 
even let him see them making love. Our 'club' was just an extension of that
openness and education.

"Joan was watching Kent like a cat watches a mouse. I knew she was 
itching to get her mouth on him. I remembered the photo in the album that 
showed her on her knees, sucking Bobby, taking a big mouthful of cock and 
jism. I keep seeing that photo in my mind.

"I managed to get close to Dale. Charlie closed in on Myra and let her 
discover his giant cock. In no time at all she was naked and busy bobbing 
her head, giving him pleasure. She used her fingers, mouth, tongue, lips, 
throat... everything at once. And she obviously loved sucking. She didn't 
mind making noises while doing it. No inhibitions at all. Charlie crooned 
to everybody how great she was.

"Dale was the same way. I whispered in his ear how big my clit is and he 
started to drool. While I played with his silky brown wavy hair, he played 
with my crack and found out I had told him the truth.

"A couple minutes after that he had me sitting on his upper chest and 
wriggling my crack against his face. He likes that position best-a girl 
sitting on him, practically smothering him. I pressed my inside thighs 
tight against his ears and gave him orders. He loved it. So did I.

"I turned my head and saw my mother pulling Kent's clothes off. She was 
practically licking her chops. She pulled down his pants and underwear both
at once. Kent was scared, I could see. His little-boy cock was all 
shriveled up, just a little pink thing, all naked and bare over a little 
tight sack. He didn't have a single hair down there. But he stood there and
let her do it. He was watching Myra making a great production of sucking 
Charlie's monster, and once in a while he'd look over at me rocking my 
pussy against Dale's face.

"Joan got her face against Kent's smooth skin and licked out her tongue 
like a snake. Her hands were sliding slowly up and down the back of his 
legs.

"I watched. It isn't every night a girl gets to see her mother suck off a
twelve-year-old boy. And I could see my father getting in behind Myra so he
could fuck her dog-fashion while she went to town on Charlie.

"Mother started to get a reaction from Kent. His little cock started to 
come out of hiding. It stuck out more... and more... as she licked the tip 
of it, tantalizing it. Finally it was out at full hard-about three inches. 
No bigger than my middle finger.

"She was all excited. She pursed her lips and kissed the pink tip, and 
then pressed her lips on down over it and took it all. She ended up kissing
his belly and his little full sack of balls, with the stiff three-inch bone
buried in her mouth. I could see her upper throat working as she used her 
tongue on it. Her nostrils were flaring. She was worked up, really grooving
on that little boy's cock.

"I was turned off by it, and it took Dale a long time to get me to come. 
He didn't mind.

"Mother used all the techniques she knew on Kent. She sucked and licked 
and tongued and went slow and fast, and twisted and turned her mouth on 
that little white bone of his... and in a few minutes he got all tense. His
legs got rigid and he drew up his hands into fists and his head lowered and
he held his breath and went red in the face.

"Joan knew he was having a come. She made joy sounds in her mouth and 
throat and sucked like crazy.

"He didn't shoot anything. He just got soft after a minute. She let him 
pull up his underwear and pants and then she took him into the kitchen to 
get him something to eat-cookies or something.

"Before that night was over I'd had Myra eat me but good. And Beth again 
and Dee... Most of the old men, too. Bobby wasn't there that night. So Dee 
and Beth and Joan experimented with Kent, seeing how well he could fuck 
with his little cock, and all of them sucking him at least once. He started
to like it a lot.

"Christy got fucked the most. Charlie reamed her twice. She even took it 
up the ass from Guy.

"I guess Joan and Guy taking me to those parties was for my own good. I 
had a lot of fun and I learned a hell of a lot about old people.

"They want me to be a nurse when I'm older, but I halfway think I'd like 
to be a high-class, very expensive call girl... at least for a couple 
years.

"After I let Charlie fuck me and I've got his fifty dollars I'll think 
about it some more."

This narration of a young girl being "broken in" to having sex with 
strange adults should be as shocking to the reader as it was to the 
innocent victim. The fact that the child got to like precocious intercourse
and became mercenary with future partners, to the extent of accepting money
and planning to be a call girl when she grew up, is socially even more 
alarming.

CHAPTER THREE - Two First-Class Tickets

"It was strange lying on the bed with my wife, Jill, my left arm around 
her shoulders and turning my head to meet her sweet, warm lips for deep, 
hot kisses, both of us naked-while those thirteen-year-old twins, Felicia 
and Sabrina, worked on us sexually.

"It was pitch black in the bedroom of Frank's house, and the swinging 
party was going on in every room.

"But we two had the J twins. Felicia was burrowed between Jill's long, 
sleek white thighs, licking her pussy and making her give little mews of 
pleasure in my ear... and Sabrina was mounted on my penis, moving up and 
down and around with a breathtaking movement that drove my length deep into
her. Her vagina was hot and jelly-like inside and she was phenomenally well
developed as to her ability to use those vaginal muscles. She squeezed and 
milked my penis while rising and falling.

"I couldn't last, and neither could Jill. She sought my mouth hungrily, 
so passionately, as that little hellion stabbed her with a devilish tongue.

"I put a hand on one of Jill's round, full breasts and gently pinched the
strawberry-sized, aroused nipple. She covered my hand with her hand and 
encouraged me. She was breathing very fast. We both were. It was 
delightful.

"We heard Sabrina say to her sister, "Bet I can get him off before you 
get her off."

"Felicia stopped licking long enough to say, "Bet what?'

"A dollar."

"Okay, but no cheating. Turn the light on."

"Okay, but, you stop till I get back." Sabrina lifted off my body and got
off the bed. I heard her fumbling at the table and suddenly the lamp came 
on, making us all squint and blink.

"Jill threw an arm across her eyes. She couldn't object to it, because 
the twins were free agents, very changeable of mind, and temperamental. 
They were a law unto themselves at these swinging parties when they came 
with their parents, Marty and Carlotta J .

"Felicia was resting on her elbows, chin cupped in her hands, brown eyes 
darting, narrowed from the light. Her brown hair was drawn back in a 
ponytail, exactly as was Sabrina's. The girls were lovely identical twins. 
Felicia wore a small green bow at the end of her ponytail, and Sabrina's 
bow was red. Otherwise, perfect copies.

"Sabrina returned to the bed. The pink buds of her nipples were extended,
like tiny stems at the tips of her small, pear-like breasts. Felicia's 
breasts were the same shape and size, her waist was as narrow, her legs as 
long and coltish.

"Yet as similar as they were physically, they differed radically as far 
as sexual preferences and skills were concerned. Felicia was a superb oral 
lover of men and women. She apparently loved to go down on anyone, male or 
female, and use her mouth and tongue to drive them to orgasm after orgasm. 
Among the adults of the "inner circle' of daring swingers of which Jill and
I are members, she was spoken of with awe.

"And Sabrina, to put it in the vulgate, is a minx who loves to fuck. She 
has a talented vagina... so talented that men cannot believe it. She leaves
them dazed and incredulous and eager for more as soon as they are capable 
again. And Sabrina is insatiable! As one amazed older man said, "She'll 
take on anyone with a stiff-on." She is not bashful about being watched, 
either. Neither twin is modest. They lost that virtue, if it is a virtue, 
long ago.

"Sabrina climbed onto me again and skillfully settled herself down onto 
my penis. I moaned involuntarily when her warm, liquidy vagina enclosed my 
six inches. She sat on my middle and silently squeezed and gripped with 
those marvelous inner muscles. I watched her belly ripple slightly, the 
only clue to what she was doing to me.

"She also subtly rubbed her spread vulva against my pubic hair, and 
tickled her swollen clitoris in that manner. Her brown eyes glowed with her
enjoyment. She looked down at me and Jill and said, "You're not supposed to
hold back."

She looked over at Felicia. "Go to it," she grinned.

"Felicia said, "You're cheating already," but she dove her open mouth at 
Jill's waiting vulva.

"I felt Jill quiver and arch her back as Felicia's clever tongue 
penetrated and flicked over her clitoris. I know Jill's clitoris very 
well-I lick it often. I know when she arches her back she's near an orgasm.
I know how the little pink organ gets as firm as a skin-covered pearl. It's
a delight to slide my tongue over it and flick it.

"At the same moment, Sabrina bent over me and began a smooth, swift 
coital rhythm with her hips and thighs, rising and sinking on my rigid 
penis with fantastic added wave movements that dragged the most sensitive 
and alive part of my glans against the lower wall of her constantly milking
vagina. It was absolutely exquisite.

"Jill and I kissed with all our love for each other. Our mouths were 
heated and yielding, our tongues played.

"I shifted my left hand down to Jill's belly. She was tense there and the
muscles were beginning the characteristic spasmodic jumping that meant she 
was on the edge.

"I wasn't resisting my own orgasm. My penis was supremely hard as Sabrina
flowed her velvety wet and warm flesh up and down on it. I was gasping and 
thrusting up to meet her. My pleasure was intensifying, pouring hot ecstasy
through my loins.

"Jill tore her mouth from mine. Her belly jumped and her knees leaped 
high and wide. She was into her first wave of the climax.

"I gritted my teeth as my orgasm scalded my body. I keened and my penis 
spurted and spurted as Sabrina rode me. She clamped tight with those inner 
muscles and whipped up and down. She crowed, "He's shooting!' But she saw 
Jill's heaving belly and trembling legs. And heard the orgasmic breathing, 
and Felicia's urgent 'success' sounds. Neither of the twins was a clear 
winner. They both realized it.

"That was what set them off on a bitter, yelling argument, and what led 
to one of their destructive tantrums. How easily they slipped into an 
infantile rage!

"I took Jill's hand and we gathered up our few clothes. Jill never wore a
bra to our swinging affairs, only panties, slippers and a minidress. I, 
only a pair of slacks, a zip shirt, and loafers. We left the twins as they 
screamed and pulled hair.

"I found Frank in his big leather chair in his den, being slowly and 
luxuriously sucked by Carlotta, the twins' mother. She was on her knees, 
using both hands on his large genitals and wetly tonguing his glans.

"I told him and her the twins were fighting and likely to start breaking 
things next, as they usually do. I think-and Jill does, too-we think they 
fight as an excuse to destroy other people's possessions. They always swear
it's an accident, but too many "accidents' have happened since that 
disturbed family has joined our swapping group.

"Carlotta went to stop the girls. We could hear them yelling. Frank told 
us he'd locked up his valuable art objects and books. But still-drapery had
a habit of being pulled down and drinks spilled on the carpeting. That sort
of thing.

"Frank said, "I'm not going to have that crew over here again, no matter 
what. It costs too much. I can't enjoy myself for worrying. Those little 
bitches are too unpredictable."

"Jill and I agreed. We were due to host the club the next time. I 
silently vowed to get as much action with the girls this time as I could 
manage.

"Carlotta came back. She was a tall, rawboned woman with TEXAS written 
all over her. She looked even older than she was-and Jill had told me 
Carlotta had admitted to being forty-five. Her husband, Marty, was a good 
forty-seven. Both had a lot of gray hair. They were simply too old for our 
set. No one else is over thirty, and most of us are in our early twenties. 
As Jill said, "Doing anything with those two is like doing it with your 
mother or father. It sets up conflicts."

"But the reason they were allowed 'in' was their twins-those enticing, 
sexy thirteen-year-olds who would do almost anything with anyone. The twins
were Carlotta and Marty's first-class tickets to our parties. We wouldn't 
have even said hello to them otherwise.

"It did seem, though, that the price was getting too high. And maybe we 
were getting a bit tired of them, superb as they were at the techniques of 
sex.

"Carlotta went to her knees again and filled her big hands with Frank's 
large equipment. She said, apologetically, "I whopped them two good this 
time. You tell Marty to give you the money for the torn sheets."

"Frank looked at Jill and me and made the kind of face you'd expect. He 
asked, "Where are they now?'

"Oh, I sent them into the other bedrooms to Marty. He'll see they don't 
cause no more trouble." Carlotta took his organ into her mouth again. She 
liked to do that. I think Felicia got her talent for that from Carlotta.

"Howie T came into the den, then, and said, "Me next, Carlotta." There 
was a general feeling of contempt among the group for her and Marty. We 
used them shamelessly.

"I said to Howie, "Why wait? The other gates aren't being used."

"He smiled and nodded. He was naked except for tiger-striped shorts. He 
dropped those and knelt behind Carlotta's slab-like rear. She wasn't an 
attractive woman in any way. Her breasts were droopy and half empty, and 
she had no waist at all.

"Howie was handling himself, working up an erection, when Jill and I left
the den. I suggested we go watch the twins, wherever they were, to keep an 
eye on them and to maybe have fun with them again. I had in mind getting 
Felicia to go down on me, or going down on Sabrina or her myself. I enjoy 
doing it to a young pussy.

"Jill agreed. She likes to have intercourse with small-hung men, and 
Marty fit that description. She tried only once to take Frank.

"We found the twins and Marty in the third bedroom with Howie's wife, 
Babs. Babs is the group's lesbian. She admits it: her marriage to Howie was
purely convenience and platonic. They have tax advantages and outward 
respectability.

"Babs was on one of the twin beds with Felicia and was quite voraciously 
eating the girl's pussy, as only an all-out, dyed-in-the-wool dyke can do 
it. She had no inhibitions in the least. Her skinny arms held the girl's 
firm, slender thighs wide open and her face was pressed into the pink and 
white crotch. Her mouth was wide open on the pussy, her tongue obviously 
working fast in the girl's labia.

"Sabrina was showing her lack of morals-as well as the lack of same by 
her parents!-by letting her father go down on her on the other bed.

"Swapping mates, even letting your teen-age girls be promiscuous with 
older young adults is one thing, but indulging in incest is altogether 
beyond what I think is okay. I saw Jill make a face, too, when she saw what
Marty was doing.

"Sabrina obviously was no stranger to it. She had her hands in his 
salt-and-pepper hair (he was balding severely on top but had let his hair 
grow long on the sides and in back) and was working her pussy against his 
mouth, and saying dirty things to him. Things like, "Eat the come, too, 
Daddy. I didn't wash it out... Higher up-harder! Can't you eat cunt right?'

"Marty kept it up, obeying, snuffling and sucking air. He tried to reach 
up to play with her small, undeveloped breasts but she pushed his hands 
away and said, "Not till I come twice!'

"Felicia was having a fine time. She was writhing and panting from Babs' 
mouth activities. She saw Jill and me and smiled. She gasped, "Suck my 
nipples!'

"We more or less "owed' her something like that, so Jill and I sat on the
bed and started licking and sucking a little angry-pink tip.

"I enjoyed holding the small white breast in both my hands and fondling 
it as I teased the excited nipple. I could feel her heart pounding under my
hands.

"Felicia reached and clung to us as she spasmed. She cried, "Ohh! Oh! 
Lick! Lick! There! There! There!' She twisted in Babs' grip and her face 
and chest became mottled with a deep flush.

"Babs was herself frantic. She spread her thighs and humped against the 
edge of the bed. She went, "Mmmm... mmmmm... mmmmm..." against Felicia's 
thrusting pussy.

"Sabrina was jealous. She vindictively pulled Marty's hair and pulled his
head tighter against her crotch. "Do it deeper! Don't be so rough! You're 
no good at all!' She saw us watching and got a mean look on her face. She 
pushed Marty's head away and then kicked his face. "You don't know how to 
do anything!' She sprang off the bed and said, "I'm going to get a good 
fuck from Frank!'

"I couldn't resist telling her Carlotta was busy with him. She said 
"Tough shit!' and disappeared out the bedroom door.

"Felicia had seen and heard but only shrugged. She was still in the 
sensual afterglow of her orgasm. She patted Babs' red hair. "Nice lizzie."

"I sat on the bed beside her. "Like to suck me, Felicia?'

"She just looked at me and said, "Okay, if Jill will eat me while I do 
it."

"Jill wasn't too keen on that, but I had an idea.

I said, "Babs, how about a kind of daisy chain? You do Jill while she 
does Felicia."

"Babs pushed her long hair back and smiled at Jill. She especially liked 
to go down on her because of Jill's large clitoris.

"The offer was all right to Jill, too, because she adored the way Babs 
used her tongue.

"Felicia said to me, "I might bite this time."

"I said, "You do and you'll have a fractured skull." I meant it. She'd 
tried it once before and I'd hit her a good one on the side of the head.

"As I said, she and her sister were wild, irresponsible little hellions. 
Her little threat decided me firmly against ever letting her and Sabrina 
and Carlotta and Marty into my house again. "Marty said, "Let me eat Babs."

"Babs shook her head. "No man does anything to me and I don't touch any 
man."

"Marty said, "I'm getting left out." He walked from the room. We were all
glad to see him go.

"I wanted to have Felicia suck me in a different position. I got over her
with my knees straddling her chest. My penis was getting hard at the 
prospect. She frowned but let me do it. I doubled over a pillow to raise 
her head. She raised up so I could snug my knees under her arms. My penis 
lay on her throat, getting longer, nudging up under her chin. I pulled it 
up and eased it against her lips. I pushed and she let it slide into her 
mouth.

"I looked around and saw Jill getting into position, lowering her head 
between Felicia's slender young thighs. Jill was bent over the foot of the 
bed, which was only a mattress and box springs on a Hollywood bed frame. 
And Babs was adjusting herself on her back so that Jill could straddle her 
in the same way I straddled Felicia.

"Jill asked, "Do we try to all go off at once?'

"I said, "I'm game."

"Babs simply made a "Mmm-umm' sound, cupped her thin hands on Jill's 
found, fleshy buttocks, and pulled Jill's blonde pussy against her eager 
mouth.

"Jill shivered and nestled her own face into Felicia's already moist 
crotch, where Babs had left an abundance of saliva.

"I felt Felicia wriggle a bit lower as Jill's tongue flicked between the 
puffed, wet lips to the waiting clitoris. And as Jill began, so did 
Felicia.

"Felicia used her cunning tongue to stroke the underside of my glans. I 
didn't push further into her mouth, to her throat. I was more than content 
for the moment to let her tantalize me, to let her knowing mouth bring me 
slowly along the path of lust.

"She had a way of curling her tongue-tip under the "drawstring' area 
where most of the pleasure nerves are concentrated, and flicking the tip 
against that magic triangle under the glans.

Flick-flick-flick... velvet touch... while her lips clamped and relaxed 
around the thickness of my penis about an inch below the glans. That much 
rested in saliva-rich warmth, moving warmth, delicious, devilish warmth.

"I heard Jill getting involved in eating Felicia. She usually starts slow
and gradually works up an enthusiasm that carries her into a state of 
mindless passion. I knew she was licking and tongue stroking faster and 
faster, fluttering her tongue, delving it into the girl's vagina, drawing 
it up to the hardening clitoris.

"And on the floor, Babs was lapping her tongue into Jill's turgid vulva, 
finding her pink pearl clitoris with each slow, long-drawn-out lick. I knew
without looking that Jill was beginning to wave her lips and squirm in 
Babs' greedy arms. Babs, I also knew, because Jill had told me with half 
ashamed appreciation, had the habit of tickling a woman's anus as she 
tongued the clitoris, and when the woman was blind with near-orgasmic 
sensation, actually finger-fucking the anus. Jill knew that was in store 
for her and she was anticipating, squirming.

"Sweet, exciting moments passed. Everyone of us was restless, in a state 
of approaching climax. We breathed fast, we trembled and quivered. We 
moaned and sighed and caught our breaths. We stroked flesh, arms, legs, 
bellies, breasts, whatever was handy, available.

"I found myself hunching forward over Felicia's head. My belly muscles 
were tight and slowly knotting. My penis was a hot length of iron-like 
flesh. A fist of pleasure was growing in my lower gut, linked to my 
throbbing length. Imperceptibly, I was slowly, gradually, subtly, pushing 
my penis deeper and deeper into Felicia's clinging, flexing mouth. Her 
tongue was slithering-there's no other word for it-along my penis as I 
pushed deeper. She had her small, soft hands on my tensed buttocks and was 
urging me to sink further into her mouth. Felicia liked to be mouth-fucked.
Jill, for instance, hated it; it terrified her; she couldn't endure the 
lack of control, the entering of her throat area, the gagging-strangling 
reflex. But Felicia was a natural, a lover of sucking, a fearless little 
teen-ager who could, as the song goes, "open her throat and swallow a 
goat." She had long ago mastered the trick of either ignoring the gag 
reflex or of overriding it. She had a lot of practice, no matter how she 
managed it.

"I sank more and more of my hard inches into the warm, "alive' tunnel of 
her mouth. Her lips crept hungrily toward my belly. My glans was nudging 
into her palate, into the area where her tongue curved up out of her 
throat, where her uvula-an incredible softness!-hung down as a partial 
gate, a fleshy teardrop. When touched it spasmed and triggered the choking 
reflex. But not with Felicia. How many men had she sucked? How many times 
had erections thrust to that gateway and beyond? How many times had she 
plunged her mouth down on stiff male flesh till she tasted the tight curls 
of their pubic hair?

"She was pulling me deeper, moaning in her girl's voice as Jill lashed 
her juicy vulva. Felicia was actually writhing under me, and her fingers 
were digging into my buttocks, her palate closing down on my glans, a 
wet-velvet vise that demanded more action.

"I groaned and fed her what she wanted. It was a sweet pleasure to push 
deeper, to feel my glans go further, to the quivering softness of the back 
of her throat.

"It was almost six inches. Her lips clung to the base of my penis. Her 
nostrils blew her breath into the bush of my pubic hair, and her tongue 
snaked out to wet and tickle the taut, drawn-up scrotum. My breath came 
harshly. I trembled, almost out of control. A voice in my mind whispered 
for me to begin a violent, selfish thrusting that would almost instantly 
send me crashing into orgasm.

"I slid my penis almost all the way out of her leech-like mouth, and, 
shaking with lust, barely in control, I slid it back in... oh, slow and 
deep, deep, as she sucked and fondled the throbbing, invading inches with 
her tongue and inner cheeks and flexible roof of her mouth... until the 
yielding, contracting palate and vulva and anterior throat wall came into 
play.

"Ah, God, what a sensation! I had my penis absolutely buried in her 
mouth-throat. And then slowly out again, shaking, and in...

"I heard Jill moaning loudly as she gobbled at Felicia's pussy, and Babs,
too, was aroused by Jill's wild passion. I suspected that she was at that 
moment plunging her finger into Jill's anus.

"But I lost touch with the others. I seemed to exist totally in the 
blood-rigid penis, which I was plunging into Felicia's welcoming mouth and 
throat ever faster. The molten pleasure sensations were stronger, more 
insistent. I heard myself gasping loudly. I hunched over Felicia's trapped 
head like an animal. I fucked her mouth without mercy. I thrust in to the 
limit! I butted the back of her throat and drove her head into the pillow.

"And still she sucked, still her tongue whipped madly along the 
exquisitely sensitive underside of my penis! My ejaculation was coming! I 
couldn't stop. I yelled-this was the most powerful orgasm I'd had in 
months! My semen boiled up and I spurted into Felicia's undulating, soft 
throat. I was frantic as I jammed to the limit, as my penis jerked and 
spurted. It was an incredible experience. I didn't care if she strangled or
not. I loved the way her throat was contracting and jumping. Her fingers 
were like claws in my buttocks.

"Then rationality returned to me and I pulled out part-way, leaving only 
my glans in her mouth. And she sucked and licked the last few drops of my 
semen... moaning, I guessed, in her own diminishing climax. Only if she, 
too, had been in orgasm could she have sucked so ferociously and totally as
she had. A rare occurrence.

"I turned and saw Jill lift her mouth from Felicia's gaping, dripping 
vulva. Her eyes were shut. She threw her head to one side and bit Felicia's
thigh as her own climax shuddered her body. She whimpered. Babs' sounds 
were liquid as she drove herself to make Jill's pleasure something to 
remember.

"A moment later we all disengaged. Felicia said, "Wow. Now I'm hungry." 
She went to the kitchen. Babs wanted Jill to stay for a second climax, but 
we decided to wander around again and see what the others were up to..."

"Late" parents who are middle-aged or older by the time their children 
reach puberty are listed by investigators as the worst offenders in the 
child swapping movement. Although advanced in years, many of these older 
parents still aspire to sexual intercourse with young persons and the only 
way they can realize their preference for a younger sex partner is to buy 
their way with the children.

Parents who are chronologically or physically past their prime or who are
not attractive in appearance form the second largest group of child 
traders. It is reported that such parents will often seduce their offspring
at home before taking them to the sex markets of the child-lovers. Thus the
innocent juveniles are introduced to incest, the father raping the daughter
and the mother enjoying the son, in a sort of physical breaking-in, so that
the youngsters will know what to do when confronted by strangers. What this
unnatural procedure does to the children mentally is a problem which may 
later have to be solved by psychiatry.

As is reasonably to be expected, most children treated in this way 
develop a precocity which is more a defense mechanism than just the will to
be "bad." These are the ones, mentioned earlier, who demand payment, 
usually in money, when they are alone with their parent-selected sex 
partners. Observers say that these mercenary types of children are not 
above threatening to expose both their parents and the couple or couples 
with whom they are expected to have sex if their precocious demands are not
met. As publicity is the last thing the principals want, the children 
usually win. Sixty years before the first report of the Kinsey teams of 
researchers, Krafft-Ebing stated in Psychopathia Sexualis that sex "blocked
from genuine expression finds release in sado-masochistic prostitution." If
"prostitution" is taken to include child-swapping, as it logically should, 
then the statement fits the condition.

Minor offenders picked up by police often give early sexual abuse by 
parents and third parties as the cause of their delinquency. Some of their 
stories are socially frightening. Children have related to authorities how 
they were trained to specialize in sexual practice. One eleven-year-old 
girl reported that her father had taught her the finer points of fellatio 
and when she reached what he evidently considered proficiency, she was 
taken with her twin brother to "a strange place" and was there compelled to
perform the act on "an old man" later identified as a friend of her 
parents. Her brother, "educated" by their mother in the technique of 
cunnilingus, was forced to oblige the "old man's" wife. While these acts 
were going on, their father and mother "did it" with the other couple's son
and daughter. All of the sexual contacts, according to the young informant,
took place simultaneously in the same room. The four adult swappers were 
later arrested.

In addition to those who get their sexual "kicks" from personal intimate 
contact with children, voyeurs (individuals who experience sexual 
excitement by watching the act of coitus instead of performing it) are 
encountered among those exploiters of young people. Some engage in 
intercourse and watch at the same time. In the instances of voyeurism, the 
children are postured and instructed by the parents, who then receive their
vicarious thrills by observing what their offspring do. A thirteen-year-old
boy told an investigator that his father stood over him with a strap while 
he was trying to have intercourse with a girl younger even than he. The 
father gave instructions during the act, then hit his son with the strap at
the moment he presumed the boy was about to finish. The excuse the father 
gave to the other parents, who were also watching, was that he wanted his 
son "to have a better orgasm."

Another variation is to have the son perform cunnilingus on his mother or
the daughter to perform fellatio on her father while the visiting couple 
looks on. Sometimes these watchers will have intercourse in positions which
permit them to note the progress and intensity of the children's union, 
then take the children on as sexual partners in a second round of 
depravity. The basic idea in this type of swapping, of course, is either to
have coitus or other sex play with the other couple's children or with the 
couple, the children, as indicated, being used as "tickets" to the 
performance.

Houses of prostitution and some swinging clubs have special rooms 
provided with peepholes in the walls and ceiling, through which the sex act
may be observed without the participants being aware that they are spied 
on. Some child swappers reportedly fix one of the rooms in their home for 
the same purpose. Although the exploited children have no defense against 
the ruthlessness of their parents and must consent to engage in whatever 
sex act is ordered, the peephole patrons claim that the act is more natural
and that the junior performers are more likely "to put their backs into it"
and give a better exhibition when they believe that they are alone.

Human nature being what it is even among minors, it is not surprising to 
encounter jealousy between the children on certain occasions. This seeming 
phenomenon is said to exist when the youngsters have become inured to the 
practice of having sex with one another or with one of the adults involved 
in the action. Girls in particular are said to experience lively jealousy, 
to the extent of physical retaliation, when a favorite adult or other child
is disposed to perform with someone else. The apparent resentment, in some 
instances, is probably aggravated by the knowledge that an expected reward,
in the form of money or some other favor, will thus be forfeited, although 
psychiatrists see jealousy as the dominant reaction in many cases. 
According to their analysis, the child, boy or girl, will form a strong 
attachment to the person who inspires the resentment, regarding him or her 
with the affection normally accorded to a parent or friend. When the 
esteemed person apparently transfers attention to a third party, minor or 
adult, the child feels robbed, deprived of the self-esteem which is so 
vital to healthy maturity and which the true parents or brothers or sisters
categorically denied him by their unnatural conduct.

Another frequent result of child swapping would seem to be a merited 
penalty for the parents' sexual exploitation of their offspring. The child 
may easily develop a contempt for parental action and stubbornly refuse to 
behave as expected. Not only will the boy or girl disobey the parental 
dicta; he or she suddenly finds him/herself with a powerful lever with 
which to gain special treatment. Children are not fools as some parents 
believe. They soon realize that what they are expected to do is wrong. Then
all they need is to threaten their elders with exposure, and the child, not
the parents, becomes the master of the house. Cajolery and flattery are the
only weapons left for the surprised parents to use. Unfortunately, 
children, while having a great deal of common sense in most cases, are also
prone to hypocritical blandishment. Also, unless some lasting and painful 
experience has alienated them from sex, they will submit to the required 
procedure because of physical appeal. Most children develop a liking for 
sex and are not particular where they find it.

"Jill and I wandered into the living room. Marty was there on the long, 
deep, white velvet sofa, with Helga, Frank's wife. She was wearing only a 
miniskirt, no panties, was naked from the waist up. Marty was playing with 
her huge breasts. Helga is the classic Swedish girl-almost white-blonde, 
tall, and very, very ample in the bust. She has pale, blue-veined skin, a 
few freckles, limpid blue eyes, and full lips.

"I could see she was suffering Marty in silence, letting him fondle her 
but not liking it or him very much. But she was the hostess and he was one 
of the club (but not for long).

"On the floor, near a velvet chair, Frank and Helga's Great Dane, Loki, 
sprawled and watched as Joni V and Greg W went at it. Joni is a chubby girl
with fat legs and a sweet, bubbly personality. She is a warm, outgoing 
person and, as far as sex goes, is always willing to have fun. Greg is the 
silent type, introverted, lean and hungry, who usually sticks with Joni 
when he can at our parties. Jill and I think he should have married Joni, 
instead of Patty. Joni is unmarried. She's staying with Frank and Helga as 
a kind of maid-companion-sex partner. She's only eighteen.

"Jill and I noticed Patty over by the bookcase, sitting cross-legged on a
red silk pillow, reading a book. She was naked except for brown-and-tan 
panties. She's scrawny, with small, droopy breasts. She didn't in the least
mind Greg thumping Joni.

"Helga stood and came over to us. Her incredible breasts swung on her 
chest like soft white melons. Her nipples fascinate me-big and thick and 
deep pink. I love sucking on them, as she knows. Jill goes for them, too.

"She said, "Pooped out so soon?'

I said, "I need a rest."

"Jill said, "Poor, Randy-twice in a half an hour." She kissed me.

"Randy followed Helga. He was sulking. His fringe of graying hair was 
rumpled. He had a pot belly. Varicose veins. As he neared us he said, "Hey,
you've been at my little girls, so how about a little action for me?" He 
put his arm around Jill. He kissed her neck. He wanted his payoff. I knew 
before the night was over, Carlotta would come to me for 'some plain or 
fancy screwin' as she put it, and I'd more or less have to do it.

"Jill decided to go through with it and make the best of it. She put on 
her false smile and shrugged at me. I made an understanding 
some-things-can't-be-avoided face at her and turned to Helga.

"Marty steered Jill back down the hall, probably to Joni's room, which 
was probably empty. I turned to Helga. "I'll be happy if that crew is 
invited out after tonight."

"Everyone feels the same way. Howie told us on the phone this afternoon 
he won't have them over again. Last week one of those sweet little imps 
poured everything in his medicine cabinet into the toilet bowl, then threw 
in a half dozen tampons and flushed the whole mess. He had to have a 
plumber-at twice normal rates-out on Sunday!'

"They're not coming to my house next weekend."

"Helga glanced back toward where Marty and Jill had gone. "He has clammy 
hands."

"I put my left hand on her right breast. The heavy softness was warm and 
silky. I rubbed the big fat pink button with a fingertip. "Are my hands 
clammy?'

"No-just the way I like hands." She licked her lips. "If you turn me on 
you have to do something about it."

"Would you be content with the sweet death of ten thousand and ten 
licks?" I lowered my head and licked one of her big buttons. It stirred and
yeasted dramatically. It made my mouth water. I took it into my mouth and 
sucked.

"Helga's hands crept up to my head. She stroked my hair. She said, "I'll 
settle for one thousand licks. Ten thousand would kill me."

"I let her swollen nipple slip from my mouth. "True, and we probably 
wouldn't have time. It takes hours and hours." I kissed her on the mouth. 
She has a honeyed mouth that is irresistible when she is aroused. I 
honestly envy Frank.

"We went to the white velvet sofa and settled into it. She began taking 
the initiative and I let her. She said, "Let me play for a minute. It makes
me excited."

"Helga has a thing, a bondage kink, only not the usual way. She pulled my
arms behind me and captured my wrists in her left hand. She's nearly six 
feet tall and can do it. I didn't resist. Then she locked my legs together 
with her right leg and bent over my loins. My penis lay flaccid and small, 
at her mercy.

"She was breathing faster. She played with my penis with her right hand 
for a few seconds. She said, "I can do anything with you I want!' I 
pretended to struggle a bit, not enough to break her grip. It turned her on
more. She bent lower and the great heavy globes of her breasts bumped my 
right hip and scraped their big, hardened pink nipples over my skin. She 
shivered and her warm lips parted and sucked my soft penis into her honeyed
mouth.

"I wished my penis hard, but it was exhausted for a while. Nevertheless, 
her sucking on it felt delicious. Her sucking and holding me "prisoner' was
affecting her more than me. Helga was getting hot. She was restless, almost
snorting air in and out through her nose. Her right hand cupped and 
massaged my scrotum as she suckled my still-soft penis.

"She lifted her face from my loins. There was a smoky lust in her blue 
eyes. She commanded, "Slave, suck my nipples! Worship my breasts. Get down 
on your knees!' She released my wrists and legs. She lay back against the 
sofa cushions. Her huge, lush breasts were heaving. She opened her pale 
white legs.

"I went to my knees on the carpet and between her long, firm thighs. I 
leaned forward and placed my hands on the thrusting flesh melons. I took a 
big, crinkly hard nipple into my mouth and sucked it deep, grazed it with 
my teeth, squeezed it between the roof of my mouth and my moving, 
pressuring tongue.

"Helga pushed her chest out, arching her back. Her breathing was rough 
and loud. Her pussy lifted rhythmically against my belly.

"I sucked on each fat nipple for long moments. They became vibrant, 
protruding, wet fingerlets. Her breasts firmed and warmed in my hands and 
rounded and deepened even more.

"Then she ordered huskily, "Lick me! Tongue my hungry cunt!' Her hands 
seized my head and pushed me down... down... Her crotch was a white and 
pink gorge, a valley rising to meet my descending mouth. Her vulva was 
dewed with secretions, the lips puffed and flushed. Her silky curls met my 
nose and my tongue licked into the cleft.

"Helga's clitoris is like a rubber pencil tip deep in the upper, inner 
groove of her labia. When it's hard, when she's turned on, it feels like 
it's vibrating against your tongue.

"It was thrumming good when I started in on it and she started to come to
climax right away. She gave out long ohhhs and jerked her fleecy pussy 
against my face. She went into orgasm and made it better for herself by 
holding my head tight in her strong hands and telling me to stick my tongue
out hard and keep it out! I did, and she fucked my tongue-not in her 
vagina, but in her upper labia where her stiff little clitoris was poking 
out. That kind of brutal action almost tore my tongue out and made it sore 
as my lower teeth sawed at it due to pressure from her gyrating vulva.

"Helga let go of my head and relaxed into the sofa cushions. Her belly 
was still jumping. She looked down at me, sleepily. "I like you, Rand. You 
go along with my games." She smiled.

"I moved up to sit beside her. My penis was half hard from my excitement 
while licking her off. I was about to suggest she suck me some more, when 
Sabrina came stalking into the living room, shouting over her shoulder, 
"... won't fuck me, I'll fuck your dog! Maybe he'll like it!'

"She almost stumbled over Joni and Greg who were still linked, slowly 
fucking, in a kind of dream world all their own. Patty looked up, annoyed, 
from her book.

"Helga asked, "What is the matter? What's wrong?'

"Frank followed Sabrina into the living room. He was naked, with a 
near-total erection bobbing and swaying more than halfway to his knees. As 
he walked, his thighs hit his stiff, heavy penis and kept it leaping 
wildly. His face was twisted with rage. "Listen, you spoiled little cunt! 
The world doesn't turn on your precious prick-holder! You're a guest in 
this house, not a queen!'

Carlotta followed Frank, looking worried.

She, too, was naked. "Now, Frank, she didn't mean no-'

"Sabrina deliberately turned too quickly. Her arm flung out and knocked 
over a lamp. It topped to the floor from the table, its large white shade 
crumpled. The base didn't break.

"Helga got to Sabrina first. Her hand lashed out and caught the girl on 
the cheek. The crack was loud and sharp. Sabrina shrieked and fell to the 
carpet, shocked and dazed.

"Carlotta rushed to her and held her down. "Nothin' more, now. That's an 
end to it. Settle down, now." She looked up at Helga. "I'm sorry, we'll pay
for the damage. It was an accident. We don't want any of you mad at us."

"Sabrina sniffled and rubbed her cheek. She glared sullenly at Helga and 
Frank. "Just 'cause I didn't want to suck that mule. That's Felicia's job."

"Frank put his hands on his hips. He started to say something, stopped, 
opened his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and finally said, "I was going to tell
you and your family to clear out, Carlotta. But I'd like to see Sabrina do 
just what she said she'd do-fuck Loki. No, fuck me now, and then fuck Loki 
once Felicia's sucked his prick out as far as it'll go."

"Felicia came into the living room from the kitchen. She was gnawing on a
chicken leg. She said, "I don't want to suck any dog cock."

"Marty entered from the hallway, with a naked Jill following. He went to 
Carlotta and Sabrina and they whispered together. Sabrina resentfully 
picked up the lamp and set it on the table. The shade was caved in, ruined.
Felicia joined them.

"Jill came to me. She snuggled next to me. She whispered, "He kept 
calling me "baby" and making me feel creepy. He's too old!' She shuddered.

"We were sitting close enough to the J family argument to get the drift 
of their fierce whispering. Marty and Carlotta wanted the twins to go 
through with it as an act of contrition and to make sure they'd be invited 
to other sex parties. They didn't know that everyone wouldn't invite them 
again, no matter what they did or promised.

"It reached the point where Marty raised his voice and slapped Sabrina. 
"You do what we tell you! You and your sister foul everything up for us! 
You'll do it, or else! Is that understood?" Carlotta stood nodding. "... 
at's right!'

"The twins were cowed and weepy. But there was rebellion in them, and a 
growing hate. I thought in the months ahead their hate and resentment would
come to the surface more and more. As far as I was concerned, it was good 
riddance to them after this. They'd be capable of burning a house down.

"Carlotta turned to Frank. "The girls'll be glad to try it. They ain't 
done it before, but they've heard about it and seen pictures."

"Frank, I thought, was surprised. He'd probably demanded they do it in 
order to force the J s to leave. He turned contemptuous. He sat on the 
carpet. His extremely large penis was half soft. He grabbed a pillow for 
his head and settled back. "Come on, then. Everybody watch. Felicia, you 
suck me up good. Then Sabrina slides down on the pole. After I come, then 
Loki takes his turn."

"Frank whistled to Loki. The dog pricked up its ears and stood up. He was
a huge Great Dane, a golden yellow with a black mask. He stood three feet 
high at the shoulders and weighed over 190 pounds. When he was encouraged 
to put his paws on Frank's shoulders, he was over six-and-a-half feet tall.
A real monster. But gentle and loving.

"Frank said, "Here, boy!' And the huge dog ambled over and with dignity 
settled down beside Frank, on the carpet. Frank petted Loki's head and 
patted his flank. "Watch good, Loki. You're next." He gestured for Felicia 
to come to him and begin. He winked at Helga, who had returned to the white
velvet sofa, next to Jill and me.

"Marty gave Felicia a shove. The pouting girl stumbled and went to her 
knees on Frank's right. Loki lay on Frank's left. Felicia reached and 
grasped Frank's large softness. Her small white hand manipulated him as she
shifted position, straddling his right leg-so she was facing his head. Loki
lolled his long pink tongue and grinned at her.

"Frank's penis grew dramatically in her squeezing, pumping hand. She cast
a scared look at Loki, then bent over and engulfed the taut glans and three
inches of Frank's big penis. She could barely open her mouth wide enough to
get it in. But she had sucked it many times before, and she was able to 
cope. Her eyes closed and she used her hand to ride the skin up and down to
meet her plunging, straining lips.

"Frank grunted softly with pleasure. His fingers tightened in Loki's 
short-haired yellow hide.

"I know what Frank was experiencing. I could almost relive the sensations
of Felicia's wiping, flicking tongue, and her velvety cheeks and roof of 
the mouth. She had an amazing natural talent for oral sex, there was no 
denying it.

"Jill slid her hand into my lap and sought my penis with her fingers. She
found me hard. She made an "Umm!' sound and began finger-playing with it.

"In turn, I slipped my hand over into her lap and she opened her thighs 
obligingly, eagerly. I eased a finger down over her labia and found an ooze
of slippery secretions. I pressed a finger between the warm, slick lips and
found the firm pearl of her large clitoris. Her thighs tightened on my hand
and her fingers stroked my hard penis in return.

"I noticed that Helga was very interested in watching how well Felicia 
was sucking Frank's big erection. From nowhere, Babs appeared and slipped 
into the sofa on the other side of Helga. Babs kissed Helga's bare shoulder
and gently began running her hand over the closest breast. Helga noticed 
her, smiled, and didn't object.

"Frank was getting close to coming from Felicia's exquisite sucking. His 
thick hips were lifting reflexively and he was grunting continually. I 
could see a pulse throbbing in his neck. He seemed on the verge of spurting
into her throat. But then he seized her head and pulled her sucking, 
clinging mouth away. He gasped, "That's enough of that. Come on, Sabrina, 
put this eight-inch gun in your silk-lined holster."

"Felicia crawled away and sat watching, darting apprehensive glances at 
Loki. Sabrina knelt, scowling, and straddled Frank. She muttered, I won't 
take on any dog."

"Frank gripped the base of his penis and held it straight up for her to 
lower upon. He said, "That's up to you and your parents-and Loki."

"Loki's moist black nose was wrinkling from the musky aromas in the room.
He watched, baffled.

"Marty was sitting on the floor, trying to feel up Patty. He growled, 
"She'll do it! They both will or they'll get their pretty little pink asses
tanned but good!'

"The girls glared at him. Felicia began to lick her lips.

"Frank seized Sabrina's slim, undeveloped hips. "Down on the pole!'

"All right!' She scooted forward a bit until her crotch was poised over 
his upright penis, she peered down and under, and lowered till his glans 
was nudged into her labia. She tilted her hips slightly until his glans was
into her vaginal entrance, then settled down, twisting and tilting, 
squirming, lower and lower, driving the thick inches up into her body.

"In spite of her dislike of him and of the circumstances, it was obvious 
Sabrina was wild about his very large penis. Her small, pear-like breasts 
surged as she became pantingly aroused. She rode down further and further 
on that huge probe. Each time she sank down, I knew, her extended clitoris 
was dragged along the juice-slick upper surface of the shaft. She seemed to
tremble during those greedy takings. She wasn't satisfied with short 
strokes, she sought to contain the entire eight inches. Her young face went
through changes as she pushed down. Her belly bulged slightly from the 
action of her inner muscles and the size of the invader.

"Frank was staring at her gaping, engorged pussy as she took and took. He
grated, "Faster... faster now..."

"Sabrina obeyed willingly. She swept up and down on that long white pole.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth went loose and quivery. Whimpers of 
rapture puffed from her throat. Her lean thighs flexed as she drove herself
down and up. With each plunge she took a fraction of an inch more. She 
nearly had it all.

"Everyone in the room was entranced with the spectacle. I had two fingers
working deep in Jill's vagina, and had her swollen clitoris trapped in the 
between-fingers groove near the third knuckles. She was shaking against me,
breathing raggedly, in almost constant orgasm, but a low-grade orgasm that 
could continue a long time, not a real mind-bender that would leave her 
limp and twitching.

"Jill had eyes only for the way Sabrina was fucking down on Frank's huge 
organ. But her right hand was in action on my stiff penis. She was pumping 
me faster and faster, causing a sure escalation to a jetting climax if I 
didn't stop her.

"When Frank stiffened up and bowed his body in that final swift 
rocket-ride to ecstasy, groaning that special, helpless groan, Sabrina 
finally ground herself down on him that final half inch. She sobbed and her
belly rippled and convulsed. She went berserk-she fucked up and down like 
an animal. Wild cries came from her. Her pretty young face was a mask of 
raw agony-lust. She was climaxing with him. She was wracked with powerful 
pleasure-lightning.

"We saw Frank's penis turn slimy and scummy as he spurted into her depths
and she churned up and down. His muscled belly sucked in and out. He 
writhed and groaned, "Ohh shit, shit..."

"I had to stop Jill from finishing me by hand. I had almost reached that 
golden no-return state. I teetered for a pulsing few seconds on the 
brink... then my orgasm subsided, not quite completed. I was primed to go 
off in seconds if anything more was done to my penis.

"I wanted to see Felicia suck Loki-and to see Sabrina take the dog's 
penis...

"That was a sickening sight. And the twins' taking on Loki didn't change 
anything. Jill and I didn't invite the J s to our get-together, and I never
saw them at any other party given by our group, after that."

Only parents who are mentally ill ('sickies' in swinging idiom) could use
their children to satisfy such an inordinate craving for sexual 
intercourse. The compulsion of the thirteen-year-old girl to perform 
fellatio on a dog, in addition to being unique even among such deviants, is
a measure of how low they have fallen in the social scale.

CHAPTER FOUR - Old Times Are Not Forgotten

"Now, my name's Ross. Never mind what my last name is. What I'm about to 
tell is what happened in my family way back in the depression in... in a 
deep South state. No matter which state exactly.

"Back in 1933 we were all living in an old wood house with another 
family. It was crowded and it was mean living, meaning by that we had to 
get by on less than nothing most of the time because the lumber mill was 
shut down six weeks out of seven, and when it was running it paid scratch 
wages.

"We were five-maw and paw, my two sisters Eugenia and Deborah, and me. At
that time Eugenia was all of fourteen years old, and Deborah was just 
starting to grow her tits-she was about twelve and a half. I was a randy 
young stud then, just turning fifteen, with lead in my pencil and jism in 
my nuts. I was screwing all the girls I could catch... and I caught me 
quite a few.

"We was all dirt poor, like I said, living two big families in that old 
square clapboard wreck of a house. We had the downstairs and the G s had 
the up. They was seven, including a grandmaw.

"We lived on a rut-dirt road just outside that small mill town, and we 
had that slow river ambling by out back. The Gs near lost little Bobby in 
that river. We had this scruffy kid raft... Well, that's not the meat of 
this recounting.

"Let me tell you, any girl in those days with tits was fair game... and 
some without-like about nine-ten-eleven-went in for fooling around with 
boys, learning the facts of life one way or another. Kids fooled with kids 
and adults messed with kids, too. As long as the girl had some kind of tits
and the boy had a pecker on him worthy of the name, nobody cared too much 
about age. Kids worked then if they could find work. We were just people.

"Now what I'm going to tell about is one Saturday night in September of 
1933, when paw and Berty G came home with three jugs of homemade whiskey 
they earned doing clearing work for the local moonshiner, way back in the 
thickets.

"That was a night to remember-stuck like crystal in my mind. I don't 
regret none of what I did that night, neither. Not a bit of it. Call me a 
degenerate if you want, and call my family and the G family a bunch of 
trashy perverts, but I don't see as how it hurt anybody. None of the girls 
got big-belly from it. Could be that raw whiskey has contraceptive 
qualities. Wouldn't that be a crock if it turned out true?

"There wasn't no electricity in the house. Hand pump for water in the 
kitchen and wipe your ass with newspaper in the outhouse. Us kids used to 
scrounge in town for the paper.

"We kids slept in the main downstairs room in the winters because that 
was where the fireplace was. Slept on mattresses on the floor, mostly. Not 
too many blankets to go around, either.

"That night we had nothing but boiled potatoes and some wild beans and 
peanuts and greens for supper. No meat. No milk. And it was raw cold windy 
out. The men built up that fire till it was roaring-no lack of scrub pine 
around. And the wood stove in the kitchen was going, too.

"The fooling around started soon after supper when the men broke out the 
whiskey and started giving some to us kids, too. Even Bobby had a tin cup 
quarter full. He was only ten years.

"Granny G sat in a corner and hugged her blanket around her in her 
rocking chair, and kept her quart jar half full of whiskey in both bony old
hands so nobody could take it away. She just watched what went on, never 
saying nothing, just rocking and sipping.

"Paw was a quick drunk. He got some of that stuff in his belly and the 
first time maw came by he reached up and dragged her down to the mattress 
where him and Berty were sitting, backs against the wall.

"He started getting free with her, and she was laughing and trying to 
keep him from getting his hands in her dress. Maw was only in her late 
twenties-maybe thirty-then, and a hell of a well-built woman. I don't mind 
saying she had a pair of tits on her that everybody goggled at. I mean, 
when paw pulled open the top of her dress-and she kinda let him, because 
she had a glass of whiskey in her blood by then-and those big round white 
tits poked out with their big red nipples sticking out... owweeee! us kids 
giggled and goggled. Maw's tits made Colleen G's look puny, and Colleen was
Berty's wife, a grown woman.

"Of course, Eugenia had considerable tit on her chest, she was beyond 
doubt her mother's daughter, but hers were just starting to get weighty, 
where maw's were full-grown and then some, since she'd turned woman when 
she was twelve and married when she was thirteen.

"Paw, he got his hands to rubbing and squeezing maw's big tits, and he 
invited Berty to grab on, enjoy the flesh. And Berty, he did just that-put 
down his jar of juice and reached for a soft tit. Fact, he did more'n just 
feel maw; he leaned over and got to sucking on that big cork of a nipple 
that was sticking out so tempting.

"Maw screamed and giggled and got red in the face and hit a little at 
him-because us kids were staring, taking it all in-but I could see she 
liked it. I could see little signs that she was enjoying that nipple 
sucking she was getting. Especially when paw started in sucking on the 
other big red one. Maw didn't fight no more. She put an arm around each man
and said, "Ohh, look at my two hungry babies."

"We all laughed and that got us kids going down the same road-if maw and 
paw and Berty were doing it and were enjoying it-why shouldn't we?

"I reached over and caught Colleen, who was thirteen at the time, and who
had tits like her mother, Bridget. Bridget was in the kitchen yet, and 
wasn't directly in on what was developing. But she was a secret drinking 
woman, except everybody knew she did it-cheap wine mostly. She did laundry 
for dimes and held back some for a bottle. She bought it off some farmers 
who ran grapes and made applejack.

"We all knew Bridget was in there sitting by the stove drinking alone. 
She wasn't the modest kind, either, as far as her body was concerned-she 
didn't wear underthings, never bothered, and maw didn't either, nor any of 
the girls, too hot usually and we just plain couldn't afford a lot of 
panties and slips and bras. Us boys didn't wear underwear, either. Just 
pants and a shirt and went barefoot. The grown-up men, too, though in the 
mill they had to wear boots and work gloves.

"I'd screwed Colleen five or six times already by then, and I knew her 
body. Like her maw, she had pointy tits with little nipples set on pink 
bumps, like swollen boils. They were mouth-watering in their own way.

"I drew Colleen to me and started kissing her, trying to get her hot. I 
knew when she was interested by how her lips turned soft and warm.

"She was a bit embarrassed too, to start, and pushed my hands away, but 
her mouth heated up after a minute and she let me put my hand inside her 
blouse after I pulled it out of her skirt. Her blue eyes were snapping with
excitement and sexiness. Colleen liked her screwing, young as she was. 
Guess she took after her mother in that, too. We used to hear Berty 
screwing Bridget almost every night, and her always making crazy quavery 
moans when she got to her pleasure-spilling time.

"There wasn't no secrets in that house. Sex wasn't looked on as bad.

"I got my hands full of Colleen's tits and started in rubbing them good. 
Her little nipples got hard as pebbles and were fun to pinch. She squealed 
when I did that. I kept on kissing her and sticking my tongue in her mouth 
and she stuck hers back at me.

"My pecker was hard by then, sticking my pants out. And I must say at 
fifteen I had me a good-sized prick. Little over six inches and still 
growing.

"I'd seen paw's pecker lots, even once hard one night, and I got my 
endowment from him, because paw was a big man there, and maw wasn't above 
bragging about how much he had to other women, and how he really made her 
know she had a man in her. She did this indirectly, you understand, but the
women around knew paw was hung well, and especially Bridget knew it. Paw 
used to make sure she got looks at his pecker.

"My sisters Eugenia and Deborah were sitting with their cups of whiskey, 
giggling and whispering and watching. Little Bobby G was starting to pull 
his pud —had his hand in his pants and his front was jerking.

"Daisy, Berty and Bridget's other girl, she was twelve then, she was 
sitting next to Berty and she was pretty drunk. Betty'd added some sugar 
and squeezed an orange into her little pint jar because she didn't like the
whiskey taste. We had all the oranges we could eat, I might add, due to an 
abandoned orchard a half mile away. Owner couldn't sell enough to pay taxes
and expenses, so he cleared out, and it went to weeds.

"Maw had her eyes closed and was smiling, with her breath jerky from the 
way Berty and paw were sucking out her big nipples. The top of her dress 
was all unbuttoned and all that round white flesh was getting handled and 
sucked hard.

"It was plain to see that paw was hard-his horse-pecker was showing clear
down his overall leg, halfway or more to his knee. And Berty had one hand 
on his own prick, doing some squeezing and rubbing of it while he sucked on
maw's tit.

"Colleen let me get a hand up under her skirt, in between her legs, and 
in a minute I had my fingers on her crack. She kept tightening and 
loosening her thighs, clamping on my hand. I tickled my middle finger into 
her, though, and her tight hole was all slick and hot. I poked in and out 
with my finger and she started to breathe funny.

"That Colleen, when she got hot she didn't care, she forgot where she 
was, everything. She reached in and got her hand on my pecker and started 
fooling with it in my pants.

"Maw opened her eyes about then and saw us and said, "Look what the kids 
are up to." She wasn't too surprised and her tone wasn't "Stop that!' She 
didn't care.

"Paw looked and grinned. He took a swig of whiskey and patted the blanket
next to him. He said, "Hey, you, Colleen, you want to get a hold of a 
grown-up prick? You come here and grab mine."

"Maw said, "Ain't your wife's hand enough? Why you want some girl to 
handle it?" She was half mad;

"Ah, why not? You care, Berty?'

"Berty had his mouth on maw's big tit and his hand on it. He took his 
mouth off that swollen red cork and he looked to Colleen and me, and he 
said, "Shit, no. She's old enough to know her mind." And he took hold of 
maw's left hand and put it on his pecker. Paw didn't see that business, but
I did. So did Colleen.

"Maw said, "Then let's trade around if you want to so bad. I've got my 
curiosities, too." And she squeezed her fingers on Berty's pecker through 
his pants. And she turned away from paw and gave her mouth to Berty. Berty 
took her right into his arms. They fell over slow till maw was laying on 
him.

"Colleen was plain and fancy curious about paw's pecker, and she was 
flattered he wanted her. So she went to him. And there I was with a hard 
prick and no girl to do anything with.

"We didn't ever mess with our own family. I couldn't do anything with 
Eugenia or Deborah. Besides, Eugenia wasn't too keen on boys. She was, 
frankly, more a tomboy who liked to fool with other girls. So far as I 
knew, though, Deborah was normal-Vernon F— had told me he'd got into her 
once. Deborah was a little more'n twelve then, but she had more than the 
beginnings of good-sized tits, and in the tub I saw she had some few brown 
curly hairs on her snatch.

"With Colleen moving over to paw that left me to go to Daisy... or by 
God, I could be a real man and go into the kitchen and try Bridget! That 
appealed to me. Daisy was just a kid. I wanted a real grown-up woman. I 
figured if Berty could fool with my maw, I could fool with his wife.

"I made me a deal in my mind. I would do it if Berty and maw went to 
screwing.

"I noticed Eugenia had a blanket over her and Deborah, and she was doing 
something with Deborah. That wasn't right, but I did nothing. I watched paw
with Colleen and maw with Berty.

"Paw opened his overalls and dragged out his big pecker for Colleen to 
see and handle. The room was well lit from the roaring fire. I saw her take
it in both hands and start playing, running the skin up and down, and 
examining it. While she was doing that, paw was enjoying her tits.

"Maw had rolled off Berty on the other side of him and was seeing what 
paw was up to with Colleen. She simply fed Berty one of her puffed-up 
nipples and with her hand opened his pants and drew out his prick.

"Berty was built about normal as far as size went, but he was 
circumcised. Maw was fascinated. She handled him with curiosity.

"Paw had a hand between Colleen's legs, had her skirt all up so I could 
see his hand crammed into her crotch, and could see he had suddenly got two
fingers up in her hole, and was finger-screwing her with a quick jabbing. 
Colleen slumped lower and let him do it free and clear. She opened her legs
wide and started beating his big prick.

"I was hot as a pistol seeing that. I knew he'd be on her in a minute, 
screwing the shit out of her. Colleen was about to feel a big-big pecker 
ram into her tight hole. She knew it, too. Her eyes were big on what she 
had in her hand.

"Bobby had his little pecker out, too, and was beating it off fast and 
furious, his eyes glued on paw and Colleen, his sister. Old granny just 
rocked and sipped.

"I shifted my gaze over to maw and Berty. She was hiking her dress off, 
getting it pulled out from under her butt. It was getting actually hot in 
the room from the fireplace. There was a pitch log flaring away, snapping 
and popping.

"Berty helped maw get her dress up and off, and there she sat, naked as 
hell, her fantastic tits hanging on her chest, sticking out, all round and 
full and big, red-nippled. She shook her hair back and turned to Berty who 
was kicking his pants off, clawing off his shirt to get naked, too. They 
were sure as hell going to fuck-right out in front of me and the girls... 
everybody.

"I got dry-mouthed and scared for some reason.

Paw saw her do that strip and he had a funny look on his face. But then 
he shrugged and took another drink of whiskey and said, "It's logical, it's
logical," and started unhooking his overalls.

"I watched paw get naked and then pull off Colleen's skirt. He didn't 
even look at what maw and Berty were up to. He covered Colleen, got her 
legs high and wide, and plugged that eight inches of prick into her.

"Colleen wasn't used to that extra two inches, and the fact that he was 
thicker'n me. She made grunts when he shoved it in and told him it hurt.

"Didn't stop paw. Just said, "Honey, better get used to it." He kept on 
ramming his big pecker into her, with her still grunting and squealing each
time he hit bottom. He had her locked into his arms, had her split wide, 
and was going at it hot and heavy. I could hear him breathing hard and 
heard the mattress rustling.

"I admit I crept up close to get a good look, and I saw the way her hole 
was stretched like a big mouth to take him, and how when he shoved that 
long prick in it bowed in her hole, that last inch or so. She just wasn't 
built to hold all that. Not like maw was, I guess.

"As for maw, it was like she was just waiting for paw to get screwing 
Colleen, like it was a signal to go ahead with Berty. She rolled onto her 
back and opened up herself, got her knees up and let them fall open. Her 
big tit-flesh was rising and falling fast with her excitement.

"Berty climbed onto her and his white prick was sticking out like a 
handle, and he just went right into her juicy hole-smooth as silk-right in 
to the hilt-all he had and he didn't have enough to fill her up. But they 
both seemed to like it, and Berty started his fast screwing, popping maw so
fast you couldn't keep track of his butt, like a dawg.

"I saw a funny thing-I saw maw's toes curling down and her face get 
blotchy. Her hands went up onto his bare, bony back and started to dig in.

"I'd made a deal with myself, a rock-hard promise, so I left the front 
room and went into the kitchen to make my play for Bridget.

"She was sitting at the table in one of our rickety wood chairs that was 
held together with wire, with the bamboo seat in the middle, that kind. She
was hunched over a clean jelly jar half full of whiskey. There was a jug on
the floor. The other jug was in the front room next to paw's mattress.

"Bridget was drunk, I could see. She was heavy-eyed and mumbling. She had
one elbow on the table and that hand was holding up her chin.

"My heart was slugging hard. I was scared, but I was fifteen years old 
and I had a man's pecker and I was determined to have her. It was fair.

"It was warm in the kitchen from the stove and open oven. The only light 
was from the stove-chinks of firelight. I didn't know how to go about it...
just kiss and grab? Just tell her I wanted to screw her?

"I went up behind her and stood behind her chair, winding up my courage 
for a minute. Finally, saying nothing, I reached around under her arms and 
clamped my hands over her tits. She wasn't wearing no bra, and her dress 
was only thin gingham, and I felt her pointy tits and those swollen areolas
they're called and felt her little soft nipples almost like the dress 
wasn't there. Her tits were warm!

"She didn't move or seem surprised. She let me do it and let me stand 
there behind her holding her flesh. She said, "What you think you're 
doin'?'

"I blurted out, "Paw's got into Colleen, and Berty's doing it to maw, so 
I'm here to do it to you... if you want."

"She still didn't move to push my hands off her warm tits. She mumbled, 
"Guess we're all goin' to hell, then." She took a big mouthful of whiskey 
and swallowed it down. She coughed and shivered. When she recovered she 
said, "I don't want no boy shootin' his seed in me. I'm through havin' 
kids."

"But you'n Berty screw almost every night. We hear you!'

"He's safe. You don't know about the accident he had in the mill five 
years ago. You look close sometimes-he ain't got but one nut left." Bridget
turned around to look at me. My hands fell off her. I was stunned by that 
news about Berty. She said, "If Jack's giving it to Colleen, her belly's 
his lookout. We can't feed no more kids."

"I felt ill-used. Paw's screwing Colleen wasn't my doing... though I'd 
screwed her some. I'd thought she was too young to have kids. I didn't know
what to do. I wasn't going to cut off one of my nuts to screw Bridget.

"Bridget smiled soft and loose. She was of English parents, but didn't 
have any accent at all. She said, "You want to fool with my chest, you're 
welcome. I can take pleasure in that." She unbuttoned the top of her dress 
and pushed it down off her skinny shoulders and down till her tits came 
uncovered. She drew her arms out of the sleeves and let the dress slip down
to her hips. I could see she didn't have any panties on, either, like maw.

"I was self-conscious and awkward. Face to face with her like that, me 
fifteen and her somewhere in her thirties. But it was dark in there except 
for the flickering from the stove, so I plain reached out bold as brass and
put my hands on her warm, bare tits. I got a hard on quick, from feeling 
her. I didn't do things rough with her. I was gentle, and she liked that. I
was learning.

"Bridget smiled softer and softer. She said, "You got a nice touch for a 
boy." And she let her hands come to my front and find my pecker. I leaned 
closer and took her mouth-sweet hot mouth, she had, and her tongue had a 
magic that drove me wild. I sure did want to fuck her.

"Bridget was getting hot, too. She was moaning special, soft and low and 
her hands were undoing my belt and dropping my pants. Then her hands had my
pecker in a gentle grip, all feathery touch. It made my prick stand out 
like a steel rod. I was fit to be tied.

"She whispered to me, I can't let you in me, Ross... but I'll show you 
something extra special. Something you probably never had done before..."

"All I could do was stand there with my hands on her tits and kissing 
her, with my pecker jerking, sticking up toward her tits, some juice oozing
out of the tip. I didn't know what she meant. I thought maybe she was going
to jack me off nice and fast.

"She told me to sit on the table with my legs open, which I did, and 
facing her sitting in her rickety chair. She kept her hands on my pecker, 
stroking it lightly, barely any touch to it, so I was trembling and 
gasping.

"She complimented me by saying, "You got a good one, Ross. Nice and big. 
Take after your paw." And she hitched her chair closer, till she had 
herself between my knees. And she lowered her head, took a firm grip on my 
pecker-and I felt her mouth slide onto it!

"It was a perversion in them days-sucking. Only high-priced whores and 
river crib sluts did things like that. But I had Bridget G doing it to me!

"It felt ravishing. That's the only word. I started to shake. Her mouth 
was hot and silky and her tongue was sliding around and doing things I 
didn't know were possible. I was all shook up. I didn't know how or what to
think! All I knew was her mouth had half my prick and I was going to shoot 
my jism in a few seconds.

"Then Bridget lifted her head and took her mouth off my pecker and 
whispered, "It's okay, Ross. I know what's coming. You let it happen. I've 
done this hundreds of times for Berty."

"She lowered her mouth and I felt her warm, wet lips slide down over the 
tip of my prick, and keep on sliding and taking and her tongue swishing 
around, this way and that... My mind was swishing around, too. I was 
sitting tense on that table edge, muscles all locked, while she sucked and 
sucked and my jism started to boil and I got that shivery hot tingle in my 
pecker that got stronger and stronger. My hips started to rocking, all on 
their own, and started shoving my prick up into her mouth, deeper, and 
faster. And Bridget kept one hand on my pecker and she was going up and 
down with her head, making her mouth match my shoves, and tightening her 
tongue against it and the roof of her mouth and... shit! I thought my whole
body was going to fly to pieces! I guess I was doing my share of grunting 
and moaning and all. I was blind out of my mind. I felt that jism come 
shooting up my prick like lava out of a volcano! Just like that! My pecker 
jumped like it was a gun and kept up shooting while she kept up sucking and
I kept up jamming up in her mouth.

"When I came back to the world I was hunched over her head and I was 
hearing her spit my jism into her hand. She got up off that chair and went 
to the sink and did some spitting there, too. Then she washed her hands in 
cold pump water and wiped her hands on her dress.

"I got off the table and pulled up my pants. I couldn't say anything. I 
just plain fled back into the living room."

Backward families, especially ones who live in rural areas, are 
traditionally notorious in many instances for their warped ideas about sex.
The story of the dirt farmer with his jug of moonshine liquor having sexual
intercourse with his daughter, who has probably been "broken in" by one of 
her brothers, is so common that there has to be a modicum of truth in it. 
Following the same narrative trend, the slatternly wife will almost 
certainly be committing incest with a son, and the other offspring, to 
round out the unnatural picture, will be indulging in sex play with one 
another to their ignorant hearts' content.

While such a presumption is exaggerated in many ways, there is no doubt 
in the minds of observers that poorer people are more likely to indulge in 
socially prohibited forms of sexual expression than city dwellers. 
Sociologists see this condition as a result of poverty, undernourishment, 
overindulgence in alcohol, and lack of education. Lack of opportunity to 
indulge in healthier activities also undoubtedly contributes to the 
delinquent situation.

In many cases, the numerous family, sometimes consisting of a sprinkling 
of "kinfolk" like uncles and aunts in addition to the growing children, is 
thrown together indiscriminately, often sleeping in one room on pallets to 
supplement the supply of beds. As a result, it is quite easy to effect 
sexual union with a minimum of trouble. When a lusty boy is sleeping 
alongside his nubile and scantily clad sister, the temptation to roll over 
and possess her is almost irresistible, particularly when there is a 
reasonable certainty that the mother is sexually entertaining his older 
brother.

In some rural families, it is rumored that even the children get drunk on
corn whiskey, in understandable imitation of their elders like the old 
grandmother who held her jug of moonshine in both hands so that no-one else
could steal it. Underfed, barred by lack of money from seeking outside 
diversion, it is logical that growing young people should look to one 
another for sexual release. There is no other way short of masturbating.

Social workers in the poorer suburban communities are handicapped by lack
of cooperation. Custom is hard to break and though parents may agree to 
reform their habits, as likely as not, once the "do-gooder" has gone, they 
revert to promiscuity and the old order prevails.

One saving grace is seen in close studies of the rural poor. Rarely does 
such a family resort to trading their children for sex, probably because 
they see no need of such a practice. None of the adult members aspire to 
intimate relations with anyone outside of the family group and the children
are fully accommodated by their parents and brothers and sisters. When 
there is no demand, even in the world of swinging, there is no supply.

Cases are on record of repentant parents who have sought psychiatric help
in breaking the habit of exploiting their children for sexual ends. Most of
them sing the same monotonous tune. With individual variations, they plead 
an over-enthusiasm for intercourse (which somehow seems to disappear when 
they come for treatment) plus a general "we didn't realize what we were 
doing" attitude, with no viable explanation of what changed their minds. 
This type of parent never confesses to present violation of the law. The 
sinning seems always to have occurred in the past tense; the remorse is all
that remains. A few are genuinely repentant. The rest are seeking an alibi 
because the authorities are breathing down their necks and they want to be 
able to say, "Ah, but I have reformed," as though that was an amulet 
against arrest. Or the children may be seeking reprisal.

In general, they are a pathetic lot and some psychiatrists openly wonder 
why nature allowed them to have children in the first place. They bear out 
what Wayland Young said in the introduction to Eros Denied.

Around the thought and the act of sex there hang a confusion and a 
danger, a tension and a fear that far exceed those hanging over any other 
normal or useful part of life in our culture. The tension harries us not 
only in extreme forms, whether ridiculous or horrible but also in the dim 
nagging form, so familiar that we hardly notice it, of ignorance and doubt.

Most parents who are sorry for what they have done are influenced by 
recently acquired religion. This type of penitent can be helped by 
psychiatry and the cure may be lasting.

As in regular adult swinging, sex with children may take the form of 
double triads, with six people involved or the participants may number 
eight or even more. Such multiple grouping only occurs after the children 
have been thoroughly "broken in" and there is no danger of denouncement or 
discovery. The sex pattern follows the same lines as in grown-up trading, 
and homosexual practices, such as cunnilingus between females, either 
children or parents, is common.

Such "parties" are usually balanced, with equal numbers of males and 
females. A frequent reason for such mixed swinging is that wives need more 
sexual excitement than their husbands can provide and for reasons of age or
physical comliness, they cannot find relief in grown-up clubs, which are 
reluctant to admit them. They have, they feel, no recourse other than to 
use their children to gain access to other minors or to reach other parents
who are probably younger and therefore equally desirable as sex partners. 
They are either oblivious to the psychic and physical damage which such 
manipulation may cause in their offspring or else they just do not care, as
long as their selfish pleasure is achieved.

Sex once a week is apparently not enough to satisfy such parents, some of
whom told investigators that they were tired of cheating in secret and were
therefore constrained to give their twisted libidos full rein, to the 
evident satisfaction of everyone concerned except the innocent victims of 
their depravity.

Some mothers of pre-teenagers seemed genuinely distressed that their 
children were exposed to such unbridled venality and excused themselves by 
saying that they were only present at the precocious orgies in order to 
make sure that the youngsters were not physically harmed. A few blamed 
their husbands for "forcing them into giving their consent," claiming that 
agreement was the only way they knew to prop up a faltering marriage. In 
other words, they were prepared to sacrifice their children as insurance 
against separation or divorce. A minority of wives and husbands alleged 
that they were "just having fun" and that "the kids enjoy it, too."

A curious condition was noted by several observers of this pernicious 
child swapping. Whether to pacify their consciences or to attain some 
measure of prestige, many of the involved parents inaugurated recruiting 
campaigns, in the same manner that adult swingers use. Discreetly, with 
more circumspection than that observed by 'straight' swappers, these 
parents not only advertised in the swinging media but took it on themselves
to interview respondents personally. When asked if they did not consider 
this dangerous if they were investigated by a "ringer" (their name for a 
police plant) they shrugged the implied risk off by saying that nobody but 
a fool would be caught in this fashion. "We make the new ones swing with us
before we go any further. That way, if they rat, the joke is on them."

"What I saw when I got back into the living room was something, let me 
tell you. Maw and Berty had finished their screwing, at least their first 
time. He was over playing with Deborah's little tits, and maw had Bobby in 
her naked lap and she was beating his little pecker for him while he sucked
like a baby on one of her tits.

"Paw had finished ramming Colleen and was laying there with her at his 
side, whispering to her, and she had hold of his big prick and was wiping 
it off with her blouse.

"Over in a corner, next to the broken down sofa, I could see Eugenia in 
the dark with Daisy. They were doing something with each other that girls 
weren't supposed to be doing. They had a blanket up over them to their 
shoulders. Suspicious, huh?

"I found my cup and went over to the jug to get another shot. Paw asked, 
me, "What you been up to, Ross?'

"Had me some fun with Bridget."

"No shit? Good for you, boy. You acting like a real man! Drink all you 
want. Put another stick of lead in your pencil, that stuff will!' He 
laughed, and Colleen laughed. She handled his big soft pecker without 
shame. She looked at me and I saw pride in her eyes. She lay next to him 
with her legs open. I wished I'd seen paw shoot in her.

"But my eyes were drawn to maw and what she was doing with little Bobby. 
She had a dreamy look on her face as she kept on squeezing and jerking his 
little pecker.

"Bobby was sitting restless and itchy and sucking hard on her tit... and 
he was popping off about every two or three minutes. Little kids can do 
that-come every few minutes-because they don't shoot jism. Shooting jism 
takes strength from a body. The system has to keep on making the stuff flat
out, no rest, if a body is sexually active.

"My pecker was feeling like it could get up again in a minute. I thought 
about going back into the kitchen and asking Bridget to suck me off again. 
But I decided that wasn't manly. I didn't want her to degrade herself any 
more with me. I put her actions down to her being drunk. I simply didn't 
believe she had sucked off Berty a couple hundred times. I came to believe 
it later in the night when she came into the living room and sucked paw's 
big one till he threw his hot jism into her throat and she had to choke and
swallow it. That was a sight.

"But right then I took my jar of whiskey over to the corner where Eugenia
and Daisy were diddling each other. I could see the blanket moving in their
middle places.

"Eugenia said to leave them alone when I got near, but I settled down 
next to Daisy and got myself under the blanket, too. Daisy was twelve, one 
year younger than Colleen, with hardly any tit at all on her.

"I offered her some of my whiskey and she drank a mouthful, complaining 
it had no sugar or orange juice in it. While she was choking and coughing 
on it, I got my hand on her leg and found out she didn't have her skirt 
on-nor any panties, of course, and found Eugenia's hand already on her 
pussy.

"I said to Eugenia, "You go into the kitchen and see Bridget. Maybe you 
and her have things to do." She asked what did I mean, so I leaned over 
Daisy and whispered in her ear what Bridget had done for me. And I 
whispered, "Go to her and maybe she'll lick you off, or let you lick her 
off' Now that was getting to Eugenia's core, and it was a guess, but it 
worked. She whispered back, "She REALLY used her mouth on you?" I said yes,
and "She's so drunk she'll do anything."

"To my surprise, Eugenia slipped out from under the blanket and buttoned 
up her dress a little bit and went off down the hall to the kitchen. Before
she got buttoned I saw her tits and was impressed. She had developed even 
more than I knew, and her flesh was getting that big round look to it like 
maw's. I confess I had the yen to do things with her, but she was my own 
blood, so I couldn't. As she went off into the kitchen I made the resolve 
to sneak after her after a while and see if she 'n Bridget were up to 
anything. I couldn't rightly understand Eugenia's not liking boys and 
fooling with other girls, but I was curious about seeing her do it.

"Daisy stopped coughing on that whiskey and handed my cup back, and I 
took another swallow that burned my throat and set up a fire in my stomach.
It made my eyes water, but I didn't choke.

"I put my arm around Daisy and started to feel her body. She didn't 
object at all. She said, "I didn't like Eugenia fooling with me."

"Daisy had little swollen bumps for tits, with tiny hard nipples on top. 
Like small hen's eggs, only softer. She was skinny all the way down, with 
no real hips. When I slid my hand down between her thin legs I found her 
pussy smooth as velvet, but her little crack was gooey and hot. When I 
poked my finger inside she went, "Umm!' and seemed to like it.

"I discovered Daisy wasn't no virgin. My finger went all the way in. Of 
course, her being only twelve, 'in' wasn't more than the length of my 
middle finger. I could feel the end of her hole and a kind of little 
doughnut at the top. When I tickled the doughnut she stiffened and went 
jerky in the hips. And she gasped, too.

"I decided I wanted to screw her. Her hole was clamping tight around my 
finger as I tickled her inside like that. The more I tickled the more her 
hole got tight and squeezed down on my finger. I couldn't help but imagine 
how that bearing-down squeeze would feel around my pecker.

"I asked her, "Who popped your cherry?" She shook her head, giggled and 
put her hand over her mouth. I didn't dig any more. I took out my prick and
put her hand on it. It was hard again, and when she started playing with it
I knew she was familiar with peckers. She had a nice touch. She said, "You 
got a big one, Ross." She played with the tip, then grazed her fingers down
it to my balls and played with them.

"I started kissing her and was surprised when she kissed back like a 
grown woman-like Colleen knew how, and like Bridget! Daisy's mouth was soft
and hot and all full of eager tongue. She knew plenty about kissing. That 
made me wonder and I took a big chance and asked, "Sometime when we're 
alone-would you suck it?'

"She hesitated, then nodded quick-like, and whispered, "If you promise 
not ever to tell anybody!'

"I promised! The way she kissed, I figured she would suck as good as 
Bridget, her mother. Then I wondered if Colleen would suck, too. I was 
rubbing my finger in and out of her gripping hole. It was like jelly in 
there and I wanted to get my prick in. I couldn't wait. I pulled a cushion 
down off the old sofa and told her to lay on it. She said, "Okay, if you 
keep the blanket over us."

"I shucked my pants and got on top of her and pulled the blanket over us.
I was about to plug my pecker into her when she said, "Suck my titties 
some, first."

"I hunched over more and got my mouth on her little bumps. She had pads 
of flesh under the bumps, but not much. And her nipples were really small, 
like match heads. I found I could get a whole swollen bump into my mouth if
I opened wide and sucked it in. She liked that. She breathed catchy and got
her fingers twined in my hair. For a twelve-year-old she was pretty mature,
sexually. She knew what she liked and she wasn't bashful about telling it.

"I guess I sucked on her tits for about three or four minutes. My pecker 
was almost hurting it was so hard. I quit sucking her tits and got ready to
fuck into her. She surprised me again by opening up her legs and drawing 
her knees high and holding them with her hands. She said, "I've wanted you 
to poke me for months, Ross."

"I got my tip into her crack and found the way and pushed past the gate. 
God, as I live and breathe, was Daisy ever tight! Tight and hot and 
jelly-walled in there.

"She went, "Umm... umm... umm..." like it hurt some, but didn't try to 
stop me from working deeper. Her insides were clamping down, loosening, and
clamping... I got about halfway in and it was like her hole was a sucking 
mouth, only better in a way. There was a special feeling to it. I was drawn
in deeper by that grip. It felt so good I wanted to get my whole pecker 
into that heaven.

"But like I said, she was only twelve and I had over six inches. I hit 
bottom with still a couple inches left. And I could feel that soft doughnut
in there each time I pushed in all the way, and each time I hit it with the
end of my pecker, Daisy gave a scrunching move with her hips and she made a
funny sound.

"I was getting that wild, boiling, tightness in my belly and prick. I was
going to shoot off in her quick. I didn't want to slow down, either. It 
felt so good, so ravishing, I couldn't stop. I just plain was gone out of 
my mind fucking Daisy.

"I shot off in her like crazy. My ass was pumping fast and hard. She was 
holding onto me for dear life.

"When I could think worth a damn again and pulled out, she said, "That 
was fun. I want you to do me again."

"I said I would later. I was getting hungry. I wanted to get a hunk of 
corn bread in the kitchen, and I remembered wanting to see what Eugenia and
Bridget were up to. Pretty quiet in there.

"I looked around the room as I pulled my pants back on. I didn't feel 
right going naked, even if maw and paw and Berty and Colleen were.

"Maw had put Bobby off her lap. She and Berty were back kissing again. 
Deborah was still lying beside Berty, on his left, and she was doing 
something dirty to herself with a candle. I couldn't believe it at first, 
but she was blind drunk on that whiskey and was laying there with her legs 
open and giggling and poking her hole with a candle about as long and thick
as my pecker. I thought probably Berty had put her up to it... to stretch 
her hole enough to take a man. She was poking about half of it into 
herself.

"Bobby was curled up asleep, near the fireplace.

"Paw was starting to play with Colleen's tits, and she was having some 
success getting his big prick up again.

"I went down the hall to the kitchen... but quiet and careful. I stuck my
head around the corner and the kitchen was dark, like before, no candles 
lit and only the light from the wood stove throwing a little glow from the 
cracks around the fire box.

"I saw something! There was Eugenia flat on her back on the table, her 
dress up around her armpits, her legs open and hanging over the edge, and 
Bridget sitting in her chair, leaning into Eugenia's naked crotch, her head
jigging, her mouth on pussy, her tongue rooting in Eugenia's crack.

"It was the sounds they made that disturbed me-Eugenia moaning with her 
fists in her mouth, moaning like you'd think she was being tore up inside, 
and Bridget licking real sloppy wet juicy in Eugenia's crack.

"I had half expected to see that, but it still shocked me to see it and 
hear it like that. It just didn't seem decent for a woman, a grown woman to
be doing a perversion like that with my sister .. and it was indecent for 
Eugenia to be enjoying it so much... so loud and wild. Her hips were 
rocking up against Bridget's mouth... like mine did.

"It was clear Eugenia was having her pleasure, just like a man, except I 
didn't think she had jism. But she plain was having the same strong 
sensations.

"It was clear Bridget was a depraved woman, doing sucking like that on a 
girl, and on me. My respect for her went down like a cut bucket in a well. 
I believed then she sucked Berty a lot.

"I stood there in the doorway and watched as Eugenia went off big, 
jerking and thrashing around on the table and her legs moved to hook over 
Bridget's shoulders and her heels beat on Bridget's back.

"I was a bit ashamed of getting hard from watching them do that. I was 
ashamed that sight affected me so much. But it did. I got to admit it.

"I was inclined to go right up behind Bridget and reach around and feel 
of her tits. That would give her a turn, I thought. Then I could get her to
suck me again, and Eugenia could watch if she wanted to.

"Way I figured it, if maw and paw knew Bridget was that kind-a drunk 
who'd do things like that-I figured they'd be mighty cool to her and Berty.
I figured Bridget wouldn't want me or Eugenia talking about her actions. I 
felt I could be free with her.

"So I did move up behind her as she was giving Eugenia some last few 
licks. Eugenia was still moaning, but soft and pleased sounding, and her 
hips were quiet. Things were calming down some.

"Bridget leaned back and caught sight of me. She said, "You want it 
again, huh?'

"It was funny-Eugenia still had her eyes covered and thought those words 
were for her. She said, sighing, "Oh, yesss..."

"I had to laugh out loud, Eugenia sat up like a shot, eyes wide. Her legs
closed like a trap. "What are you doing here?'

"I was feeling master of the situation. I said I was there to have 
Bridget suck me off again, and if Eugenia wanted to wait a few minutes, 
Bridget would do her a tongue job again, too.

"Bridget said resentful, "You got your nerve!' But she didn't say no.

"Eugenia was disturbed that I'd seen them in hog-wild lesbian practices. 
She was scared. She said, "You won't tell maw and paw, will you?'

"As it turned out, both maw and paw knew what kind of woman Bridget was. 
What they didn't know was what kind of girl Eugenia was getting to 
be-playing with Daisy and now this with Bridget. I said I wouldn't tell but
I did want my fun with Bridget..."

"I kept tabs on Eugenia after that, though, and saw her sneaking off with
Bridget a couple days later, when neither one of them was drunk, and I saw 
them kiss and hug and saw Bridget suck like crazy at Eugenia's big tits, 
and saw Eugenia do the same for Bridget. In fact, they fell to licking each
other's cracks! Eugenia actually got her face down onto Bridget's patch of 
bristle and sent her tongue into that dark nest. She did it willingly. I 
was in bushes close by peeking, and I saw how eager she was to try it. She 
wouldn't let any man or boy get close to her, but she went whole hog with a
woman in that perversion. It like to turned my stomach. I couldn't 
understand her, not at all.

"In that kitchen darkness Bridget took a slug of whiskey and said, "You 
want me to do it, get it out." She was close to passing out. She slurred 
her words.

"I stood before her and dropped my pants. My pecker was up and hard, 
pointing up at her mouth like it had eyes. She said, "You want to just 
stand there, that way?'

"I said yes. I looked over at Eugenia watching. She was still sitting up 
on the table, her legs dangling. When Bridget turned in the chair and 
leaned forward and closed her lips over my pecker, Eugenia made a face, 
watching, and a shiver-thrill went through me. That thrill was so strong I 
almost shot off right then!

"Bridget used one hand to skin my prick while she sucked the other half, 
and one hand she used to play with my balls. It was like she was helping 
them make jism. It felt strange and exciting.

"Within a minute she was sucking hard, pumping my pecker fast, and I was 
jabbing fast in her mouth, my legs and belly and everything stiffened up 
and tense. I found myself staring at Eugenia as she stared at how Bridget 
was sucking. There was a bad taste expression on Eugenia's face.

"I was standing right next to the table and close to Eugenia. When I was 
at my peak, when I was shooting into Bridget's mouth, screwing her mouth 
with her keeping me from getting too much in with a fist around my pecker, 
when I was near blind with that powerful pleasure, gasping and grunting-I 
saw my arm come up and my hand fill with one of Eugenia's tits.

"Don't know why I did that. She was offended and slapped my hand away. 
Then I was finished and Bridget pushed me away a step, got up and made for 
the sink to spit. Eugenia made a face.

"I pulled my pants up and remembered I was hungry. I rummaged in the 
pantry in the dark. Eugenia got off the table and let her dress down.

"That was lucky because just then Berty came staggering into the kitchen.
He was mother naked. He saw me and Eugenia and Bridget just turning from 
the sink, and he said, "What're you up to with these kids?" 
Suspicious-like.

"Bridget said nothing, that we were in there trying for something to eat.
The circumstances indicated that-with me rummaging, looking for corn 
bread-and he took it for truth. He said to her, "You come into the other 
room now. You been out here long enough." To make sure, he took up the jug,
grabbed her by the hand, and took her down the hall to the living room.

"That left Eugenia and me alone in the kitchen. She said, low and 
disgusted, "That was awful, making her do that to you."

"I replied that Bridget had willingly done it an hour before, without me 
asking, and she seemed to enjoy it. Eugenia made it plain she herself could
never do it, she'd die first.

"I told her I couldn't get down and lick a girl's hole, either. But I did
do it, later that year, to Daisy. She appreciated it very much, and sucked 
me with genuine enthusiasm.

"But Eugenia and I didn't keep on arguing about it. I finally found the 
pan of corn bread I'd been looking for and we both sat side by side on the 
table and ate chunks of it. After we each had an orange we talked a little 
about school. She wanted to keep on into high school and I wanted to get me
a job and be a man, maybe even get married.

"I left Eugenia in the kitchen after a while. She was afraid Berty would 
try to screw her. I went back into the living room to see if I could get my
pecker up again with Daisy or Colleen. I was sure Bridget would never suck 
me off in there with everybody looking on. I didn't see how she could be 
that far down.

"You can imagine my surprise when I entered the living room to see paw 
flat on his back on a mattress by the fire with blind drunk Bridget 
crouched over him, sucking his big prick. She had her head going up and 
down like a churn, cramming about half that length into her mouth each 
time, her hands braced on the mattress on each side of him... while maw 
watched, smiling, and while Berty sat with his hands on maw's big tits, 
saying, to his wife, "Get down on it, you can take more, get your tongue 
flapping, get sucking, faster, faster yet."

"The girls were gathered around, too, watching, and learning, too, I 
guess. Daisy and Colleen didn't look shocked or disturbed, but little Bobby
was off in a corner crying, and Deborah was wide-eyed and ugh-faced.

"Paw was close to shooting. He looked around at everybody with a 
shit-eating grin and said, "Never knew Bridget had this talent." He was 
discomfited some, but he was still enjoying the hell out of what she was 
doing.

"Berty said, "She does it to me anytime I tell her. She'll do it to 
anybody, man, woman, or child, if she's drunk enough and you tell her to do
it strong enough." There was disgust in his voice. He was part ashamed of 
his wife's sucking, and part showing off how he could control her.

"Bridget maybe heard what he said. She didn't stop sucking paw's pecker 
as fast and as hard as she could. She was sucking air as well as prick as 
she worked.

"Paw started to tighten up, like I do when I'm about to shoot. I saw his 
belly muscles get ridges. He had been with his hands cupped under his head,
but as he reached his shooting time he brought his hands down to the edge 
of the mattress and his head lifted up so he could watch as Bridget took 
him over the edge.

"He sort of grunted and said, "Lord," and then his hips jerked and threw 
all the prick Bridget could handle and more into her mouth, and his head 
went back and his back arched and his mouth opened and his face screwed 
up... and Bridget went to gurgling and choking and he kept jerking his 
prick up into her mouth-hard-and shooting his jism till it was running out 
from her mouth and even then she had to swallow some of it. I saw her 
throat make that swallow move, and my own pecker started to creep out to 
hard again.

"Bridget was so drunk she didn't even try to get into the kitchen to spit
and rinse there. She just lifted her mouth off paw's pecker-it went splat 
on his belly, all wet and gooey-and she crawled to the fireplace, jism 
drooling from her lips, and she took a swig of whiskey from paw's glass and
spat it into the fire. That fire whooshed up for a second. Then she took 
another mouthful, swished it in her mouth, spat again, and finally took a 
third mouthful and swallowed that one. She wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand and went over to an empty mattress and went to snoring.

"That was mostly it, for that night. But that was one hell of a night in 
my life, and all the kids' lives, I think. Everybody had to remember that 
one.

"Oh, me "n' Daisy got together once again, but I was a long time shooting
in her, even tight and hot-jelly as she was. I tried to persuade her to 
suck me, because her maw'd sucked my paw for everybody to see, but she 
balked. Did it in private a couple days later, though.

"We all had other times like that night, when enough whiskey was close to
hand and all were in the mood.

"That next year little Bobby nearly drowned off our raft, and 
subsequently he ran off. So did Deborah, when she was fourteen. Eugenia 
ended up a spinster school teacher. Berty died in a car wreck. Bridget got 
taken by a pimp after Berty died. Colleen tried to be a model and picture 
actress. Went to Hollywood. Never knew what happened to her. Daisy "n' me 
did get married. I knew a good thing. I ended up owning half a pulp mill at
one time. Lost it through bad investments and paying for Daisy's operations
and treatments for her cancer. I've got arthritis bad, now.

"Life sure as hell gets shitty when you get out to the end of the stick."

This report of an admitted "degenerate bunch of trashy perverts" reads 
like a review of an underground movie. Except for the minors involved, it 
could take place with such paltry creations as Deep Throat and Hair.

CHAPTER FIVE - A Man Shamed

"Is confession really good for the soul? What happens if you haven't any 
soul left?

"I've spent my soul over the years-seducing little girls. Where my soul 
used to be is a foul nest of writhing snakes. And each time I find a new 
child and end up eating her sweet, pink, bare little pussy or get her to 
fit her mouth over my cock and suck-a new snake is added to that tangle of 
squirming sins.

"I'm an alcoholic. A good thing, too. If I didn't go off on benders a 
lot, I'd be out on the prowl for children more often. But even if I stay 
drunk for weeks... I still eventually sober up and get the urge, the yen, 
the need. Call it what you will. I can't help myself.

"I'm so ashamed I can't go to a psychiatrist. I can't face anyone. The 
most I can do is talk into a tape recorder like this, and even so-I'm on my
way to a long drunk. I've got my first bottle of cheap vodka right here to 
keep me going, to keep me talking.

"Seems like once a month I have to have a contact. I have to risk my 
reputation, my marriage, my freedom by making friends with awful people who
can provide me with a girl. Sometimes I pay, sometimes I trade for new 
girls.

"Yes, trade. I seduced my stepdaughter, Ginny, last year, secretly, right
under Mary's nose. God, I felt shitty, doing it, but I couldn't help 
myself. And after Ginny's "magic' wore off, I traded her at a special party
with a couple who also like "young stuff."

"That's the ugliest thing I've ever done, that trade. But I'll do it 
again, I know I will, and it'll twist Ginny's character even more.

"If I had any guts I'd kill myself. But I'm too weak. I've always been 
weak.

"I married Mary because she was so young-looking. And I probably had my 
inner eye on Ginny, even then. She was ten years old then, and so cute, so 
loving and innocent and virginal...

"I'd always dated girls too young for me. Ever since high school. I dated
twelve-year-olds. Now I'm seducing and abusing girls that age. No progress 
at all. I'm just older.

"It's got to be partly Ginny's fault! She shouldn't have been so 
friendly... so trusting. Those big blue eyes...

"I taught Ginny how to suck. I treated her like an animal to be 
trained-reward and punishment. And I succeeded. For over a year now I've 
had Ginny almost anytime I wanted her.

"Mary, my wife, had a part-time job a year ago. She's working full-time 
now. She's a cashier in a store. When I'm sober I'm an insurance salesman.

"While Mary was at work, I seduced Ginny.

"It was fun games at first, then gradually sex games. Praising her and 
rewarding her when she behaved as I wished, frowning and withdrawing praise
and reward when she balked... It's a science, almost. It's treating human 
beings like animals. I could see her mind being shaped to conform to her 
behavior. It's an insidious technique I used-but it works. My God, how well
it works!

"After a few weeks of afternoons I had her in my bedroom, willingly 
stripping naked for me, willingly lying on the bed, smiling, happy, eager.

"The first time I ate her lovely little pussy! I remember it so 
clearly...

"I was lying beside her, and I was naked, too. My cock was hard and Ginny
had one of her small, dainty hands on it, lifting, holding, experimentally 
pushing the skin up and down over the head, letting it fall back to my 
thigh or belly... She was fascinated by my cock. She always asked to see it
as soon as Mary left. But I made her wait until I was positive Mary was on 
the bus which stops at the corner.

"That day I had a supply of her favorite caramels in my shirt pocket. She
knew it. She saw the bulge they made. I had hung the shirt on the headboard
post on my side of the bed.

"We went through a ritual. Her blue eyes sparkled. She knew she had to 
earn the candy. She said, "Daddy, can I make your peeny spit?" She put both
hands on my cock and started to pump. A delicious thrill went through me.

"There's no way to adequately describe the exquisite sensations of a 
child's hands on your cock, playing with it, playing with your balls... the
delicate, conscientious, must-not-hurt touch...

"I hadn't taught/seduced her to suck yet. She made my cock spit by 
jacking me off. But I wanted, that day, to go down on her sweet, naked, 
pink little pussy. I ached for it..

"I said, "You can later, honeypot. Today I'm going to show you how to 
have lots of fun. I'm going to give you a big, big thrill." I put my big 
hand on her soft, plump belly, so smooth with baby fat and blonde down, and
I caressed her there lightly, in small circles.

"What, Daddy? How?'

"I'm going to give you a buzz-buzz a different way." That was her word 
for what she felt when she came. I'd succeeded in getting a fingertip into 
her pussy lips weeks before and tickling her tiny but alive clitoris till 
she'd had her very first orgasm.

"The first rush of sexual release frightened her and made her cry. But I 
held her and soothed her and explained. She was only twelve and a half, 
then. She'd never played with herself. She'd never paid attention to the 
stories and "child-wisdom' of her playmates at school and elsewhere.

"I'd kept my fingertip in her pussy, kept it gently moving on that little
nub high up in her groove, and she'd held onto me and trembled so nicely, 
and whispered, "It's still buzzing in my tummy, where your finger is."

"I'd said, kissing her soft, warm lips, "It's supposed to, little 
darling. Relax and it'll get better and better in a minute."

"It's a funny tingle!'

"Just enjoy it, honey. It's good. It's a very good thing." And I'd fed 
her a caramel with my other hand... while my fingertip brought her to a 
second, sharp little orgasm. She'd enjoyed it, sucking and chewing on the 
candy, squeezing her fists and eyes shut...

"Orgasms weren't new to her that day I went down on her for the first 
time. She loved them. She told me she played "buzz-buzz' with herself at 
night in bed, but that I gave her the best "buzzes' with my finger, when we
were together, lying naked on the bed.

"I rotated my hand lower and lower on her belly, till my fingers were 
brushing over her plump, V-shaped mound, and grazing over the top edge of 
her little pink slit. There wasn't a single hair yet on her pussy. The 
prospect of getting my mouth and lips and tongue down on that 
cream-and-pink delta made me weak and shaky.

"Ginny eagerly opened her legs so I could nestle my hand in her crotch. 
She glanced expectantly at my shirt. I reached up and got her a caramel... 
and fed it to her with a few kisses and love words. Then, as she dreamily 
chewed the sweet, gooey candy, I tenderly intruded my fingertip between the
lips of her pussy and discovered she was as slick and wet as a woman 
inside. When I touched her waiting, hard little clitoris she went stiff and
gave a tiny gasp of excitement and pleasure.

"I had intended to only bring her up to the edge of an orgasm and then go
down on her to bring her off with my tongue. But I decided at the last 
minute to wait till her second orgasm. She loved coming, and could spasm as
many as ten or twelve times in an afternoon, with the orgasms becoming 
stronger and stronger, until she was wracked and weeping from their 
intensity and from nervous exhaustion.

"I pressed my fingertip to her tiny pinpoint of sex nerves with a swift, 
rhythmical pressure, a quick tapping, never quite losing contact.

"Ginny whispered, "Oh, Daddy! It feels so good!' She opened her round, 
firm young thighs more. I ached to bury my face between those white legs 
and lick and lick and lick...

"I controlled myself. I promised myself I would have my fervent desire in
a few minutes. I hugged her and kissed her and shivered as she continued to
play with my cock.

"Very delicately, I continued the fingertip caress in her slit. She began
to tremble and her hand on my cock tightened unconsciously. She began to 
breathe fast and then took a breath and held it. Her body went tense... Her
clitoris seemed to stick out against my fingertip like a hard rubber 
nubbin. Her body vibrated for a few seconds, then she exhaled and her legs 
snapped shut on my hand. "Ohh... That was a strong buzz-buzz!'

"I kissed her sweet, warm, passion-soft mouth. "The next one will be 
extra special strong, honeypot." I gave her another caramel.

"I like extra special strong ones. They go all through me, like 
'lectricity." She unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth. I 
couldn't help thinking of those soft, eager lips taking my cock and sucking
as enthusiastically... I trembled again. Soon, I promised myself, soon... 
maybe next week...

"Ginny became conscientious about my cock. She turned slightly and 
brought her other hand to it. "Want me to make it spit now?" She was 
holding it like a churn and was pumping it, watching the purplish head 
closely, gripping just right. She had a natural touch. If I allowed her to 
continue it would be only a minute.

"Daddy, can I try for a record this time?'

"The first time she had jacked me off she had been astonished at the 
'cream' and the spitting." She liked to see how far she could make 
it-'spit." She had developed a technique of straddling my legs, using both 
hands, and pumping like mad when I was close to shooting. She aimed my cock
at my head, and the record was my nose. She giggled and squealed when I 
shot, and tried to hit my eyes with the jets of come. I had to spread a 
towel on the pillow to keep from smearing the sheets and pillowcases.

"I told her she could after I got through giving her an extra special 
buzz-buzz, one all full of electricity. She asked me how I was going to do 
it.

"I patted her smooth, pink-and-white pussy. I was scared, my stomach was 
leaden and my mouth was dry. I said, "I'm going to kiss you here, on your 
buzz-button."

"Ginny's eyes widened. "With your mouth?'

"I nodded. My heart was thudding. I was almost gasping. "There's nothing 
bad about doing it. As long as you're clean there. Grown-ups do it a lot. 
Grown-up girls love to have their boyfriends do it for them. They get 
terrific buzzes from it."

"From just kissing there?'

"No. I'll show you how it's done. You'll love it, too." My excitement 
made my hands tremble. I moved down and gently opened her thighs. She 
watched me, interested, not afraid. She trusted me. Oh, God, she trusted 
me-and I've led her down the road to being an object I trade for sex.

"I nestled my head between her soft, warm, plump but firm child's thighs.
I faced the damp pink slit of her pussy. I looked over that hairless, 
rounded mound to her smooth belly, to her almost flat chest. Her breasts 
were only beginning to grow like yeasty mounds of flesh. Her nipples were 
flat, pink, immature. Her blue eyes met mine.

"I groaned and feverishly kissed the inside of her thigh near the crotch.
I burrowed my arms under her spread thighs and lovingly embraced them. I 
gasped, "Oh, Ginny "I couldn't deny myself any longer.

"I was breathless. I closed my eyes and tenderly kissed her pussy lips. I
shivered. My cock was rock-hard between my belly and the bed. I kissed 
openmouthed... and I flicked my tongue along the slightly pouting vertical 
lips, and tasted the sweet, acidy tang of her juices. I groaned again. I 
was trembling. I slid my tongue into her.

"Ginny tensed slightly-I could feel it in her thigh muscles. I didn't 
stop. I couldn't. I licked into that luscious virginal pussy. I was the 
first! No man had ever done that to her before! I was shaking. I fluttered 
my tongue in her and sought the tiny nubbin I knew was there, waiting for 
my expert tongue caress. When my tongue-tip made that first, grazing, 
electric contact, Ginny drew a quick, sharp breath. "Oh! Oh, Daddy!' She 
tensed even more.

"In a sensuous dream, in the velvety, star swirled blackness behind my 
closed eyes, I continued dancing my tongue in her sweet pussy. I writhed on
my dewing cock. I darted my tongue again and again to the high groove in 
which her now-vibrant little clitoris resided.

"Ginny was aroused to a high peak already. She was tightening, her hips 
began to jerk against my mouth. She was breathing in short, catchy surges. 
She kept whispering, "Oh! Oh! It's so tingly! Ummm... It's buzzing all 
through me! Oh, Daddy! Oh, DADDY!'

"So soon she was coming! I wanted more time to play my tongue in her 
sweet slit. I wanted to show her all my tricks. But I knew there would be 
another time to come, soon. Now I had to give her a super special orgasm...

"I stabbed at her clitoris, faster, firmer! My tongue flicked against 
that tiny, protruding cluster of sex nerves like a demented snake. Ginny's 
soft thighs closed on my head like a silken vise. I felt a glorious 
trembling in her body. She whimpered! She went absolutely rigid for an 
instant, then went loose and wildly convulsive.

"I almost shot off during that wonderful moment. I shivered with a 
strange fulfillment. I wanted to keep on licking her and kissing her pussy 
for hours, to remain within that warm thigh embrace.

"When her peak subsided, of course, I had to rise up and lay beside her. 
Ginny's eyes glowed. "That was a whole lot better than with a finger! Do 
you and Mommy do that, too?'

"There was my opportunity and I couldn't resist it. I smiled, nodded, 
gave her a caramel, and said, "We do it a lot. She does it for me, too."

"Ginny's smooth brow knitted... then cleared as she realized what that 
meant. She looked quickly at my rigid cock. She put out a hand and gently 
grasped it and slowly pumped it once, bringing a fresh drop of secretion to
the tip. Without taking her eyes from it, she asked, "Mommy sucks it?'

"That's right, honey." Actually, Mary is a superb cocksucker. Great 
technique. But-my sickness is that I have to have young girls. New ones. 
Fresh ones.

"Ginny continued staring at my cock, slowly pumping it. She finally 
asked, "Does she... let it spit in her mouth?'

"Yes. She even swallows the cream. She says she likes the taste." Which 
was true. That's mostly why I married her. Mary has no inhibitions about 
come.

"Ginny's sweet little lips parted. Her tongue flicked out to wet them 
nervously. "Do you want me to suck it for you, too?'

"Did I?! My belly was tight with the wish. My mind swam. But I said, 
"Only if you want to, sweet. Only if you want to try it once to find out if
you enjoy it like your mother."

"Okay..." She frowned again. She moved down and got her face close. My 
guts were loose inside and tight outside. I could hardly get a breath.

"Daddy-how does Mommy do it?'

"Well, honeypot, she doesn't bite, ever! You'll do good if you just 
pretend it's a big all-day sucker, and you have to wear it down as fast as 
you can." I opened a drawer in the bedside table and took a soft-center 
chocolate from a box Mary kept there for late night gorging while she read 
one of the national tabloid scandal sheets. I broke it on the head of my 
cock and spread the soft pink center cream around and down about halfway. 
"How's that?'

"Ginny laughed. "It looks good!' But she was self-conscious as she stuck 
her tongue out and started to lick.

"I had to watch! That's part of my sickness... watching when little girls
do things to me or others, or seeing others do things to little girls.

"The first sensations were tantalizing, delicate, as her pink tongue 
licked daintily at my sticky-sweet cock. My mind swirled. My cock jerked 
and throbbed with extreme rigidity.

"Honey," I said hoarsely, "put

THE END of it in your mouth. As much as you can... and lick hard with 
your tongue, too... She smiled trustingly.

"Ginny slipped lower to a better, more comfortable position. She opened 
her mouth wide and took in the head. Her lips closed over it and her tongue
devilishly slid up and down and around on just the right spot-where all the
pleasure nerves are-and I was in a hot, seething dream of rapture!

"I shook uncontrollably as she sucked, and Ginny knew with the innate 
wisdom of the female that she was doing well and that I was powerfully 
affected.

"Of her own accord she experimented with different ways of sucking. Her 
tongue became talented, skilled, knowing... within a minute. She even 
conceived of moving her head up and down, of taking my cock deeper into her
mouth... and even combined these techniques with pumping the skin with her 
hands!

"I concluded, in the depths of my ravished mind, that she had a natural 
talent, an inborn empathy that allowed her to sense what I wanted and 
needed.

"I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back the surging, simmering 
pleasure that was growing, spreading, deepening. I was like King Canute 
trying to order the tide to stop.

"I heard my breathing become rough and loud. My body seemed to coil in on
itself while reflexively thrusting my cock deeper into Ginny's mouth. She 
had by then sucked all the sugary cream off my cock. She was sucking and 
tonguing on her own, on talent and a liking for sucking and because she 
wanted to please me.

"I panted, "I'm going to shoot!' I couldn't fight the final overwhelming 
tidal wave of pleasure that was looming in my guts, almost ready to curl 
and crash in a thundering, seething wall of ecstasy. "Ginny, I'm coming... 
I'm coming... in your mouth, honey... in your mouth... don't stop 
sucking... Uhhh... Don't stop! DON'T STOP! Ahhh! Ahhhh! All! AHHHH, GOD! 
OH, GOD!'

"I went mad with pleasure. I shuddered and jerked and thrust into her 
willing mouth, as my come splashed and jetted in that plunging, clinging, 
fleshy, twisting, silky cavern.

"Ginny was incredible. Her hands flew up and down on my cock, her cheeks 
hollowed and filled as she sucked determinedly, eagerly, as I climaxed so 
powerfully.

"Then I was empty, the ecstasy receded, and I went limp on the bed. I 
watched as she took her mouth from my softening cock. She kept her lips 
pressed together. I knew her mouth was full of my come. She seemed to be 
self-absorbed, making up her mind. She worked her mouth. Her tongue was 
moving... and she lifted her eyes to mine, smiled-and swallowed!

"I hugged her so close to me. I kissed her lovingly. I fed her all the 
candy she wanted. She said, "I like it, too, Daddy, just like Mommy!'

"That's wonderful, honey. You did it better than anybody. Better even 
than your Mommy." I praised her and reinforced and rewarded her for her 
"good' behavior.

"Sure enough, the next afternoon, as soon as Mary left for work, Ginny 
ran to me and said, "Daddy, can I suck you again?'

"How do you say no? I couldn't. I didn't want to deny her the joy and 
happiness that sucking me and pleasing me brought her. I despised myself 
for a manipulative, perverted beast... yet I couldn't stop myself.

"That afternoon I went down on her five times. I brought her to orgasm 
every time and left her in nervous exhaustion. And Ginny insisted on 
sucking me off twice, and she refined her tricks and skills until I was 
practically swooning with the intense, luscious sensations her mouth and 
tongue and lips and fingers were giving me.

"When I spurted deep into her mouth, she didn't hesitate a second; she 
swallowed it down, and her act of swallowing gave me added, keen pleasure 
in the throes of my orgasm.

"You'd think any man would be content with a situation like that, 
wouldn't you? A young wife who loved to suck and be sucked, and an eager 
stepdaughter who was even better to suck and have suck. But in my triumph 
and pleasure, even then, I was becoming dissatisfied and restless. Mary 
didn't really turn me on anymore. Sex with her was a duty.

"And after a few weeks of enjoying Ginny's totally uninhibited loving, 
and of enjoying her ever-sweet, juicy pussy... I tired of her, too. I 
became bored. I went on a week-long toot.

"I sobered up and wanted a new little girl. A different face, a different
body, a different pussy."

As indicated earlier, child seduction almost always starts in the home. 
Unless the parents' sex preferences are so warped that they will become 
excited at their young daughter's reaction when confronted by a strange 
male with a standing penis or their minor son's response to an invitation 
to indulge in cunnilingus with a woman he has never seen before, the 
children must of necessity receive sex instruction before they may be 
considered as suitable passports to their parents' pleasure. In other 
words, they must be schooled properly but the only subject in the 
curriculum will be intercourse.

The mother usually starts by inducing the son to have coitus with her, 
allaying his young fears by assuring him that it is "all right" and nobody 
else need know. She may start by masturbating him and lead up to actual 
intromission after teaching him about foreplay and indicating the places on
her body which are most sensitive to tactile and oral manipulation. The 
youngster will learn about her clitoris and her nipples, so that he will 
know how to proceed when his partner is some other woman intent only on 
sexual pleasure.

Observers have expressed wonder at how a mother can be so unnatural as to
introduce her young son deliberately to action and knowledge of carnal 
contact in such an impersonal manner. Or, they ask, is it really 
impersonal? Can she actually accomplish a sort of reverse sublimation of 
the maternal instinct and really believe that what she is doing is not only
harmless but necessary to the boy's future welfare? The few mothers who 
will discuss their conduct use the defense that the youngster is already 
asking questions about sex and what more natural and less shocking than 
candid answers from parents? Several of them went as far as to admit that 
they enjoyed having intercourse with their sons. They argued that "playing 
with mother" gave the child "a healthy knowledge of what sex really is," 
which was far better than finding out portions of the truth from classmates
and back-alley associates. Some even attempted to rationalize by declaring 
that if more parents would instruct their children in sex by physical 
example, there would be less unhappiness in future years and also fewer 
sex-based crimes. One other quoted anthropologists James and Lynn Smith 
who, in The Journal of Sex Re search, New York, May, 1970, wrote: "If we 
are not to continue in ignorance to limit and proscribe sexual activity 
without a sound knowledge of the effects of sexual freedom, we must have 
more research." What, she asked the interviewer, could be better than the 
research she was affording her ten-year-old son?

The culture of sexual freedom has had many labels tied to it, from 
extramarital sex, mate sharing and structured adultery, commonly known as 
swinging, to unlicensed prostitution. There seems as yet to be no popular 
name for child swapping. Lack of a suitable tag, however, in no wise 
diminishes the incidence of the operation, which, researchers like Symonds 
and the Breedloves report, is on the increase in all parts of the nation. 
Some sociologists blame the new era of sexual permissiveness for the 
growing popularity of juvenile exploitation, but investigation of the old 
Greeks, particularly in Athens before the Roman conquest, shows that young 
boys were bought and traded as bed partners, while preteen girls received 
instruction in the classical ways to seduce a man, in order that they might
become successful hetaerae, a peculiar order of feminine entertainers who 
could be described as super prostitutes. Herodotus, long before Christ, 
described the "fancy boys" of the Persians and mentioned that child-love 
was extensively practiced in ancient Tyre and Sidon. The swapping and 
sexual enjoyment of minors, therefore, is no more new than incest, which, 
in spite of being kept under covers in eastern Europe and America, has 
always been a foible of the human race.

While the rationalizing mother is inducting her growing son into the 
mysteries of sexual union, the daughter is probably being seduced by her 
father.

In fact, statistics prove that incest is much more common between father 
and daughter than with mother and son.

Havelock Ellis in Sexual Inversion documented many cases of incest which 
he attributed to "inversion," a popular term at that period for homosexual 
love. Had he substituted the label of "child trading," his analysis would 
have been just as fitting. "Another important exciting cause of inversion 
is seduction," he wrote. "By this I mean the initiation of the young boy or
girl by some older and more experienced person... who is seeking 
gratification of the abnormal instinct." Conceivably, the type of person 
who would seduce his or her own child as an act of sexual gratification 
would develop a strong preference for young people as sexual partners and 
would therefore welcome the opportunity to seduce the children of other 
people. The demand thus being created, new juveniles would be sacrificed on
the altar of libidinous satisfaction.

In Three Contributions to the Theory of Sex, Freud spoke of obstacles to 
normal sex as causative of new sexual aims.

All the outer and inner determinations which impede or hold at a distance
the attainment of the normal sexual aim, such as impotence, costliness of 
the sexual object and dangers of the sexual act, will conceivably 
strengthen the inclination to linger at the preparatory acts and to form 
them into new sexual aims to take the place of the normal. On closer 
investigation it is always seen that indications of what seems the most 
peculiar of these new aims has already existed in the normal sexual act.

By this, he presumed that an individual, barred from completing the 
sexual act because of one or more of the mentioned hindrances, would 
concentrate on foreplay to the limit of his or her capabilities, thus 
receiving at least partial gratification. On this showing, it is reasonable
to presume that the same type of individual, temporarily denied 
intromission by reason of impotence or frigidity and therefore being 
unsatisfactory to normal partners, might become interested in children to 
the extent that the impaired faculties allowed, for the reason that only 
minors would permit such abnormal and incomplete indulgence. Freud also 
warns that such individuals must have demonstrated this new sexual aim in 
contacts with adults before the hindrance occurred. Even though not 
expressed, the desire for a younger partner must have been present in such 
a person's mind and the obstruction, however unwelcome for other reasons, 
presented an opportunity to seek out an immature liaison. Contemporary 
psychiatrists agree with this finding, seeing the child molester and 
exploiter, together with the incestuous parent, as subjects in which the 
latent urge to seduce a minor was present at least in the unconscious mind 
before any blockage or other obstacle occurred.

Seducers of children are also seen as morally timid persons who are 
actually afraid to have sex with adult partners because of possible 
ridicule or refusal. Such individuals, inhibited by such fears, but still 
normally aggressive in their desire to have sex, will often turn to 
adolescents to appease both their timidity and their erotic drive. To them,
coitus and other forms of sex play, however abnormal per se, would 
necessarily involve children who, once their natural hesitation was 
overruled, would be ideal partners whose very innocence would enhance their
appeal to the seducer.

"Ten months after my seduction of Ginny I met a couple of swingers as 
twisted and perverted as I am. I still had sex with Ginny-about once a 
week, but it was a duty. I knew every inch of her body, every reaction, 
every response to every stimulus. I knew her every sexual method and style.
There were no surprises... nothing more to discover, no further ways to use
her that interested me.

"I met Jack and his black-haired nympho wife, Helga, through a 
"classified ad." They came with me, home, and I introduced them to Ginny. 
Their eyes lit up and Helga especially almost drooled. In the basement, 
Jack asked if I'd done anything with Ginny. I bragged that I had, that she 
was the best cocksucker I'd ever known, and she was eager to please. I 
could see Jack get a big hard on, and Helga openly said she would give 
anything to go to bed with Ginny.

"Helga said they had two young daughters, whom they too, had "trained' 
and who were very sweet and responsive to people who treated them nice.

"Jack nodded and suggested it might be fun to have me bring Ginny over to
their home some night, whenever I could get free. I had explained that Mary
did not share my passion and need.

"I went with them to their home and we talked a lot more. They introduced
me to their little girls, Tina and Rina, and I knew as soon as I saw them I
would do anything to eat them! I was seduced by their impish smiles and 
undeveloped bodies. They were thirteen and fourteen, yet Rina, the 
fourteen-year-old was as flat-chested as a child of ten. Helga told me 
later she had developed late, too, as a girl, not growing breasts and pubic
hair until she was in her fifteenth year, and look at her now!

"Tina was the bold one. She shook my hand and tickled my palm with her 
middle finger... the age-old signal, though when I was young boys did that 
to girls as a kind of insulting proposition.

"I was shocked and instantly excited. What an eager little girl! She 
leaned forward and pulled me down to whisper in my ear: "So you have a big 
one?'

"Jack and Helga looked on, amused and proud. Tina's small hand pressed 
briefly against my pants, seeking my cock. She giggled in my ear and drew 
back, her brown eyes dancing. Rina looked on, knowingly, with a promise in 
her eyes. Both girls knew I was a prospective bed-partner. I was astonished
at their sophistication and willingness to play with adults.

"When the girls went back to their room to watch TV, Helga told me, 
"We've only introduced them to special, selected people. We insist on 
gentleness, tenderness, appreciation and proper respect."

"I was lured and seduced, myself. I promised fervently that I'd prepare 
Ginny for meeting them, and would bring her over at the earliest 
opportunity, of course calling first.

"I didn't know how Ginny would react to the proposition. I was very 
nervous the next afternoon when I brought it up delicately. I need not have
worried, for she confessed that as much as she loved it when we played and 
buzzed each other, she was getting bored, too. When I told her that I'd met
a couple who were interested in meeting her, she knew instantly what I 
meant. A wise, knowing look came into her eyes. She asked, "Will they do me
like you do?'

"After that it was a question of getting clear of Mary for an evening. 
Ginny managed that by loudly wanting to go to a historical movie-some 
Shakespearean thing-that her English teacher wanted the class to see. Mary 
hates literature to death and would die rather than sit through a movie 
adaptation of King Lear. I volunteered to take Ginny.

"We hopped in the car after supper and I drove across town to Jack and 
Helga's place. All during the ride, Ginny asked for details about them and 
their two girls. She was nervous.

"It took about an hour for everyone to get over the initial strain of 
meeting and to do the "absorbing' of all the subtle things we communicate 
as we talk and move-all the body language and such, the chemistry of 
personality that reaches our subconscious.

"Then it began. Rina started it. She seemed to have a special, instant 
liking for me, or a natural pixyish boldness that led her to begin sexual 
encounters.

"I was sitting in a club chair, Ginny sat on a big, fat, tasseled pillow 
beside me on the carpet, and to our left sat Rina and Tina wearing silky, 
flare-legged pants and flare-sleeved tops, with curl-tipped slippers. They 
looked like very young members of a harem. They giggled and nudged each 
other and smiled at Ginny and leaned close to whisper in her ear a lot. 
Ginny flushed at first, then joined in the giggling and whispering.

"Opposite me and Ginny, Jack and Helga sat on a sofa. Helga wore a long, 
loose caftan, and I was positive she was naked under it. Her shallow, 
pointed breasts poked sharp nipples against the yellow, clinging jersey. 
She was barefoot. Jack wore a blue turtleneck shirt and tight black knit 
pants that clung to his muscled thighs and revealed his soft cock to be a 
big one. I noticed Ginny casting looks at him and it.

"But as I said, Rina started the ball rolling. She exchanged a look with 
Helga, whispered to Tina and Ginny, then got up and plopped herself in my 
lap. She put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "When are you
going to lick my cunt?'

"I went weak and hot at the same time. I flushed. I could hardly breathe.
My cock began to swell up. I looked to Jack and Helga. They were smiling, 
nodding.

"I whispered into Rina's ear, "Whenever you want." I had a strong drink 
in me-a brandy and mixer-but I couldn't bring myself to openly caress her 
body.

"Rina squirmed on the hardening bulge of my cock, making it swell even 
more. She whispered back, incredibly, I want you to do it now! So does 
Tina. Will you lick both of us:'

"I hugged her. I shivered. I looked at Tina, who was watching and 
appeared eager. She smiled and opened her legs. I whispered hoarsely, 
"Yes... as much as you want."

"Goodie!' She hopped off my lap and revealed my hard on to everyone. She 
said, "C'mon, Tina. He's going to be fun." She took my hand and urged me to
my feet.

"I wondered what to do about Ginny She solved that problem herself. She 
got up and went to sit between Jack and Helga. She asked, "Can I have some 
ice cream?'

"I followed Rina down the hall to her and Tina's room. Her hand was warm 
in mine, tugging me along, guiding. Tina followed closely, saying, "Mother 
was wetting her pants over Ginny." When we entered their room, Tina closed 
the door casually and as casually asked me, "Does Ginny suck?'

"I nodded, dry-mouthed. The girls were mind-destroying! So open and free 
about sex, and so young! Rina urged me to sit on one of the twin beds.

"Tina said, "Good. Jack loves to be blown and loves to watch Helga dive 
on a young cunt like Ginny."

"She shocked me, talking like that, like a trooper! Some of my enthusiasm
and lust faded away. I wanted innocent, shy little girls... not tough, foul
mouthed young swingers!

"Rina pushed me down onto my back on the bed. "Let's see what that big 
thing in your pants looks like." She began to open my pants. Tina came over
and helped her. They pulled my shoes, pants, and underpants off.

"They exposed my cock. Rina took hold of it and lifted it. "Not as big as
Jack's." Tina reached and handled it. "But it's going to be easier to suck.
The head's smaller." She leaned far over and popped it into her mouth!

"I tensed. She plunged her mouth down on my cock, an incredible way, and 
I swear she took the head into her throat. There was a fantastic sensation 
of soft, flexing, suctioning tissues and underlying muscles. Her tongue 
slithered the length of my cock. Her lips almost kissed my balls.

"Then Tina lifted her head and gave up my cock to Rina. She said, "Try 
it. I like skinny ones." She moved up to kiss me. She kissed like a child, 
with pursed lips. It was amazing!

"Rina did the same deep-taking as Tina had. She plunged her hot, eager 
mouth down on my cock like it was a popsicle. She, too, could take it into 
her throat. Her throat muscles made waves on my cock's head. I was holding 
my breath. The sensations were unbelievable. When she took her mouth from 
my cock I was afraid to ask where they had learned to suck like that, for 
fear of the answer.

"Rina said, "You have to lick my cunt first. You have to keep it up till 
I say stop."

"Tina said, "No fair! You can have three pops, then I get him."

"Rina agreed. She quickly and unselfconsciously stripped off her pants 
and top. She was naked. Only a few silky hairs on her pussy. She lay on her
back and pulled her knees up to her flat chest. Her pussy was like a 
pink-and-white bloodless wound... all glistening with her juices.

"I was hypnotized. I gave a little helpless moan and fitted my mouth on 
her open slit. I sent my tongue on a sweet, inquisitive exploration. I 
found her high little groove and the tiny bump of her clitoris.

"Rina went, "Oooo..." and said, "Oooo, he's good!' She began a rocking on
her back. Her pussy pushed against my mouth and retreated... I fell into 
the rhythm and kept the delicious, licking contact. I wanted the thrill of 
making her come.

"She went off, or "popped' in a few minutes. I was really getting to 
where I was discovering which tongue technique she liked best. I could tell
by how she responded. She moaned a lot when I stabbed my tongue-tip against
her clitoris like a miniature jackhammer.

"Tina sat impatiently watching. She told me, "I like to sit on your face.
I'll show you when you pop her a couple more times."

"I was in a humid, soft, satisfying world. I closed my eyes and indulged 
my lust. I ate Rina greedily, insatiably, and was rewarded with her second 
orgasm. She panted so nicely and her ooooos were like whipped cream on pie 
for me. My cock throbbed and pulsed under my naked belly. But I knew one or
both of the girls would take care of it for me. From the corner of my eye I
watched Tina get naked.

"A pang of guilt spoiled my enjoyment for a few minutes, though. I 
wondered about Ginny with Jack and Helga. What were they doing to her? I 
was a monster to trade her like that! I wanted a drink.

"But then Rina tightened up and went "OOOOoooo!' and gained her third pop
very soon after her second... and Tina moved in to separate us and take her
place.

"Tina pushed Rina away, saying, "My turn!' She said sternly to me, "Get 
on your back," and to Rina she instructed, "You pop him off now and I'll do
it later." She looked me over shrewdly. "I don't think he's good for more 
than two a night."

"Tina swung a leg over my neck and sat on my chest. She looked down at me
and I shivered at the expression of sternness and sexuality on her face. 
"Now just keep your tongue sticking out. I'll do the rest."

"I was puzzled but waited for her to show me what she intended. I stuck 
out my tongue as ordered. I can touch the tip of my chin or my nose with my
tongue. It's a lot longer and muscled than the normal, average tongue.

"Tina crouched over my face, peered under, and started to rub her wet 
pussy against my extended tongue. I licked at the lips, but she said 
angrily, "I'll do all the moving. Just hold your tongue still!'

"I obeyed, but I felt cheated. Where was the thrill in just being used? I
didn't like it. She actually masturbated on my tongue. I was humiliated. 
Tina was, in effect, fucking my tongue. She crushed up and down on my 
mouth, spearing my tongue into her vagina. Then she started a to-and-fro 
movement, sliding her by then slippery and open pussy over my face, forcing
my tongue up into the channel that housed her clitoris. She made "umm' 
sounds when she managed and shortened her movements so as to not lose the 
critical, pleasurable contact.

"I had some trouble breathing, but I managed. Tina was definitely 
prematurely dominant, as a personality. I suspected she hated men and used 
this method of sexual abuse to demonstrate her inner feelings.

"But then something wonderful happened. I felt hands on my cock and knew 
Rina was going to "pop' me off. My cock had become semi-soft while Tina 
used my mouth, but as soon as Rina touched it, it swelled up instantly to a
full, throbbing hard on.

"Without any preliminaries, Rina put her lips on my cock and filled her 
mouth. I groaned up into Tina's pussy as her sister's hot tongue reached 
for my balls and her throat took the head in its wet, convulsive, velvety 
embrace.

"Tina was beginning to get up for a pop, herself. I could feel a kind of 
electric tension in her muscles, in her shorter, jerkier moves on my face. 
Her crotch pressed down on my tongue with more urgency, and she ground 
herself on my face, not caring if I could get air or not. My tongue was 
hurting at the root from being extended so far for so long under such 
rubbing and pressure.

"I sucked air when I could and tried to concentrate on Rina's incredible 
suctioning of my cock using her whole mouth and tongue and part of her 
throat.

"Rina began a long, slow, exquisite raising and lowering of her head. The
tight, working sleeve of her mouth-tongue-throat was like a specially 
created device for my pleasure. My cock felt longer and thicker and harder 
than ever before. It tingled and throbbed with utterly erotic sensation. I 
felt my come simmering in my guts, building up a head of steam. I forgot 
all about what might be happening to my precious, misused Ginny in the next
few minutes. All thoughts of her were driven from my mind by the violence 
of Tina's climax and my own.

"She was panting and whinnying, almost like a mare in heat. She was 
jolting my head with short, hard thrusts of her smeary, slippery loins. Her
pussy was gaping, her clitoris hard, seeking my silky tongue as if it had 
eyes and could guide her body to its desire.

"I put my hands on her ass and helped her. I gripped those firm, flexing 
white globes and began to be active. My tongue started working against her 
clitoris in spite of her wishes.

"Tina's fast breathing became faster and she began to shake. In that one 
moment I salvaged everything with her. I lapped into her pussy like a dog, 
matching her uncertain moves. Her belly sucked in and out against my 
forehead. She reached a peak of shaking and spasming and jerking on my 
mouth, then slowly quieted and allowed me to push her forward with my hands
on her ass, off my face.

"I could breathe again! And I could concentrate wholly on my own sweet, 
expanding ecstasy as Rina sucked me off, using that wild, impossible, total
technique.

"I lifted my head and watched her lovely young face as her lips and mouth
gave up my cock till only the purplish, swollen head was left in the hot, 
wet, tongue-filled cavity. She seemed to enjoy it. She had her eyes closed 
and there was no frown, no disgust in the set of her face.

"I watched, thrilled, overcome, now trembling myself, as her lips, 
clinging, wide open to take the bulk of my cock, slid down and down on the 
shaft, and as her tongue whipped along the underside, extending to my 
nerves different, subtle textures of intense pleasure as each inch of cock 
that disappeared into her mouth presented new areas of sensitivity.

"Yet I caught myself listening past my gasps and moans for a cry of 
protest or of anger or of pain, from Ginny, from another bedroom. Did they 
have to force her? How would she behave afterward? Would she tell Mary?

"I only delayed my orgasm with such thoughts. For Rina, sucking my cock 
with fantastic skill, put a hand on my taut, muscle-ridged belly, and knew 
I was on the verge of shooting my come into her mouth and throat.

"She did not draw back from what she knew was coming. Instead, she sucked
harder and faster, her mouth tightening. I was in an agony of pleasure. The
come erupted in her mouth just as she took the whole of my cock. She gagged
and choked and came up to keep only the head between her lips. My come 
flowed from the corners of her mouth. More and more of it spurted against 
her slithering tongue.

"I flung my head back and gritted my teeth. The ecstasy was beyond belief
as she recovered and plunged my cock deep into her mouth again, to where 
her throat walls fluttered at the slightest touch. She forced my cock's 
head into that area and I gasped loudly at the keen sensations.

"Then I was finished, drained, and Rina swallowed without fear or 
revulsion. I lay back, exhausted, for a moment, my head swimming.

"Tina said, "Get your tongue out. I want to pop again."

"I shook my head. "I want to see how Ginny's doing, first."

"Oh, she's okay. Jack and Helga are always so gentle with new girls. 
She's probably popped a dozen times by now. Our father and mother love to 
eat fresh cunt."

"I sat up. "I want to see, for myself."

"Tina pouted. "Rina, take him to the big bedroom and let him take a 
look!'

"Rina took my hand. Naked, she led me out of their small bedroom and down
the hall to the right. We passed the bathroom the girls used, and came to a
double-door entrance to the master bedroom. The doors were closed. I could 
hear Ginny's anguished moaning inside.

"A surge of guilt and apprehension made me seize the large brass knobs 
and fling the doors open.

"Ginny lay on her back on the bed, writhing and twisting, panting and 
crying out as Helga ate her pussy. Ginny's cries were of rapture not pain. 
I could see the telltale rippling spasms in her belly.

"Jack lay beside Ginny, and she had her left hand clamped around the stem
of his large cock. She was pumping him as fast as she could, but her major 
interest was her own pounding surf of a climax.

"Helga and Jack and Ginny were all stark naked, of course. Their clothes 
were scattered on the floor.

"Jack saw me and waved. He smiled and petted Ginny's damp forehead. I 
could tell by the quality and intensity of her wails that she was far along
in her cycle of orgasms and was near the point of exhaustion. She was 
oblivious of me and Rina.

"I felt relieved and yet still guilty. What kind of life had I started 
her on? Was it a good thing to develop a girl's sexual responses to this 
extent? Wouldn't she be a slave to her lusts forever, now?

"I watched as Ginny screamed during the climactic high-point of her 
current orgasm. She pushed Helga's head away from her spasming loins. I 
came forward to the bed. "She can't take much more."

"Helga saw me. She said, "The darling has had over fifteen peaks so far. 
She's very responsive. She's everything you said and more!'

"Jack nodded and said to Ginny, "Hey, snooks, you want to suck my bone 
again? It's ready."

"Ginny opened her eyes. Her blue eyes were dull. She nevertheless smiled 
when she saw me. "Hello, Daddy. Want to see me suck this big one?"

"I asked, "Did he try to fuck you, honey?'

"Oh, no. Jack "n' Helga just like to go down on me, like you."

"Jack scowled, "I told you, K , that's not my scene. We don't lie."

"Helga patted Jack's knee. "Don't get uptight, dear. It's a natural fear.
This is our first party together, after all." She looked to Rina. "How is 
he, any good?'

"Rina nodded vehemently. "You bet! I had a terrific pop. So did Tina. He 
really knows how to eat a cunt."

"It jarred me to hear "cunt' from the sweet young lips of a girl Rina's 
age. I didn't like it. I stood indecisively by the bed, wanting to watch 
Ginny suck off Jack, yet wanting to stop it, take Ginny home, and promise 
myself never to touch her again or involve her in situations like this.

"Ginny settled the matter for me. She still had a tight grip on Jack's 
long cock. She scrambled to a kneeling position and quickly crammed two or 
three inches of it into her mouth.

"Jack was delighted. He shifted slightly to give her better access and 
position. He lowered his head and closed his eyes and whistled soundlessly 
in appreciation. His hips lifted a few inches off the bed. Ginny sucked 
loudly, wetly, unashamedly.

"I watched, hypnotized and aroused, as her left hand on his big cock 
started pumping the skin, bringing it up to meet her greedy mouth. Her 
wide-open lips kissed her rapidly moving fist.

"Rina sidled up to me and reached for my filling cock. "Tina was wrong 
about you." She played with it, encouraging it.

"I gave in. I sat on the bed, never taking my gaze from Ginny's hand and 
mouth. I heard Helga say to Rina, "Why don't you see if you can get him 
off, dear."

"I did it a minute ago. It's Tina's turn." But Rina continued to play 
hand games with my cock, and it grew stiff.

"I watched as Jack relaxed and appeared to completely and 
unselfconsciously revel in Ginny's naturally skilled and enthusiastic 
sucking. He crooned to her and praised her as she performed. She responded 
to his praise and sucked even harder. She took his cock very deep. Her fist
flew up and down.

"He began to tense up after a few minutes of that. His eyelids fluttered.
His hands curled into fists. His left cheek twitched. I saw his left leg 
start to shake. He whispered, "Oh, God, you sweet thing! I'm going to blow 
my cork in a minute... it's coming... right in your mouth, Ginny... suck! 
Ahhh, suck tight, suck deep! Ahhh... I'm going to squirt in your mouth, 
sweet! It's coming now... I'm going-'

"My own cock was responding as if Ginny were sucking it. It was 
rock-hard, and my guts were simmering with a swiftly rising heat of lust. 
Rina saw and obligingly began to pump me. Her hand was gentle and firm.

"My emotional excitement was at a peak. I was openmouthed, transfixed by 
the sight of Jack spewing his come into Ginny's suctioning mouth. As he 
spurted, so did I! I gasped and swayed at the power of my orgasm. My come 
shot high in an arc to the carpet. Rina avoided the jet by leaning away. 
She didn't stop pumping.

"For an instant Jack and I locked glances. Then we jerked our eyes away. 
I watched Ginny drain him and swallow the come in her mouth. Most of it had
drooled out as she had continued sucking past the first two or three 
spurts, and it was smeared on his cock and her hand.

"Rina had a lot of my come on her hand, too. She and Ginny hopped off the
bed and went into the bathroom. Helga told Rina to bring back a warm, damp 
washcloth and wipe up the stuff on the carpet.

"Tina came into the master bedroom. "How long you going to be in here?" 
She was angry at me. "You owe me two more pops."

"I let her lead me back to the other bedroom. As I left, I heard Helga 
say to Jack, "Do you think the dear will eat me? I'm being left out a bit."

"At that I wanted to rebel. I told myself I should grab Ginny and rush 
home with her. Instead, I detoured Tina to the living room and fixed myself
a double or triple brandy at their portable bar. I drank it down, stood 
gasping for a few seconds, then poured another. I sipped on that second 
stiff drink as Tina towed me by the arm to her bed.

"I was used again and again by Tina and Rina. Tina managed to suck me 
off. It nearly tore my mind apart it was so strong a climax.

"I went to look into the master bedroom again, several times, and saw 
Ginny hard at work licking Helga's black-matted pussy.

"Finally, it was very late and I had to go home with Ginny. She was quiet
in the car and I was afraid. My stomach was queasy. As I pulled into the 
driveway, Ginny said, "That was fun, Daddy. Better than a show."

"I felt dirty and low. I was relieved that she wouldn't tell Mary, but 
full of self-loathing. I knew I'd take her back to that house. I knew there
would be other people... other "trades."

"I started another king-size bender that night.

Here is a typical sexual psychopath, too weak to face up to his unnatural
compulsions and too cowardly to commit suicide and thus get away from his 
guilty conscience. His plan of seducing his stepdaughter before trading her
for new child partners is regular procedure, according to observers, in 
many child-swapping families.

CONCLUSION

Lack of documentation on adult swinging and even less on the activity of 
child trading, which is thought to have stemmed from it, makes 
investigation difficult and if it were not for the work of a few dedicated 
pioneers, several of whom, like Denfeld and Gordon, are alleged to have 
penetrated the inner circles of the cultists and brought away valuable 
firsthand information about their motives and procedure, even less would be
known about wife swapping and child trading other than the basic assurance 
that both are now nationwide practices.

As far back as 1911, a sociologist named Samuel G. Smith, in Social 
Pathology, made the following observation about what many researchers 
consider a thankless subject.

The study of social pathology is undertaken not to breed pessimism but to
furnish a rational ground for faith in the future of the world. The 
diseases of society [swinging and child swapping are so classified by most 
observers] like the diseases of the human body, are to be studied so that 
remedies may be found for them where they exist both most of all, that by a
larger wisdom the number of diseases may be reduced to the lowest terms and
we may set ourselves to social tasks with the idea of conquering them 
altogether.

Luckily for "the future of the world," Samuel Smith's dedication is being
mirrored in the efforts of a handful of social scientists today. As in all 
fields of individual endeavor, however, there is disagreement.

In 1959, Albert K. Cohen, a qualified observer, denounced the theory of 
equating deviance of any kind with social breakdown. He preferred, with 
some of his colleagues, to regard such variance from accepted norms as a 
societal process rather than Smith's social disease." Howard Becker, 
another able researcher, agreed with Cohen. "We ought not to view it as 
something special," Becker argued, "as depraved or in some magical way 
better than some other kinds of behavior. We ought to see it simply as a 
kind of behavior some disapprove of and others value, studying the 
processes by which either or both processes are built up and maintained."

Students of deviance, like K. T. Erickson, claim that it may support, not
undermine, social order. It seems safe to presume that none of these 
authorities had much, if any, professional contact with extramarital sex or
the even graver social offense of child trading. Had they had an 
opportunity of observing such practices, particularly the latter, which not
only sexually exploits the innocent victims but can inflict lasting trauma 
on the sensitive child mind, their opinions about 'societal processes' 
might not have taken such a divergent course.

As in most attempts to gather information about a highly secretive 
subject, the would-be investigator necessarily finds and has to cope with 
occupational hazards. Exploring the field of child swapping has relatively 
few such roadblocks, for the obvious reason that exploiters of juveniles 
know that they are breaking the law and are therefore understandably 
reluctant to answer questions which might incriminate them. In most cases, 
the worst that can happen to the aspiring investigator is that he will not 
get any further than a child trader's closed front door, with none of his 
questions answered and no pertinent data to turn in to his employer.

As previously mentioned, observers have actually posed as interested 
parties, answering advertisements for "junior swingers" and thus meeting 
swap-minded parents on a presumed equal footing. It is from such 
persistence that many of the scant data on child traffic have been 
compiled.

It seems contradictory that a father or a mother who can force an 
innocent child into sexual slavery cannot always face their own 
consciences. Nevertheless, it happens and added information about the 
vicious practice has emerged from the confessions of repentant child 
swappers who have risked prosecution to unburden their minds to a 
psychiatrist and plead for help. Unfortunately for the children, these 
about-faces almost always occur after they have been seduced. By then, it 
is too late to save them.

Similar to the recreational swinger who emerges as the fun type and 
attends group functions for sexual excitement plus a vicarious thrill of 
defying social custom and breaking the law, the child trader may swap 
offspring not so much because he or she enjoys having intercourse with a 
minor as that such union becomes an ego inflator and helps in propping up 
an otherwise uncertain self-esteem. Most investigators, while admitting 
this possibility, see the custom as entirely physical, an aberration which 
compels the offender to seek children exclusively for sexual release. These
two definitions plus the mercenary bribing aspect seem to cover the 
practice more or less completely. If it is possible to accept extramarital 
sex and child swapping as physical and not emotional, then perhaps a little
more light becomes available to illuminate the "why" of adult and junior 
swinging. Belief in this theory involves assumption of a "brushing the 
teeth" attitude. Followers of that conviction see intercourse as purely 
mechanical. To the non-swinger, such a condition seems improbable; a 
reaction that could be expected of robots but not of men or women. Despite 
its seeming remoteness from fact, certain observers point to this type of 
conscience which allegedly turns the emotional side of sex on and off at 
will as making it possible for a husband and wife to swing and still love 
each other and likewise to enable parents to expose their children to raw 
sex and still retain paternal and maternal affection for them. To a 
'straight' person, this is like expecting him to understand relativity when
he never went past the eighth grade. Which brings us back to the 
postulation that only swingers know what makes swingers swing.

Psychiatrists blame unsatisfactory conclusions resulting from any 
investigation of child swapping on the fact that too little is still known 
about the biological processes of which sexuality consists and that until 
more research has been accomplished, no satisfactory differentiation 
between what is normal and what is pathological can be formulated.

A long while ago, a researcher named Albert Moll said: "He can only be 
seduced who is capable of being seduced." He was, of course, not thinking 
of minor children, who are incapable of seduction until their unnatural 
parents, driven by whatever private motive obsesses them, put them on the 
auction block for sale to the most sexually attractive bidder.


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