Swappers' Vacation
by George Enders


FOREWORD 

Earl and his lovely wife Bonnie were really just an average couple, except 
maybe a little better-looking than most. They were both successful and 
seemed to enjoy happy, healthy lives-just like any other normal couple. 
There was one slight difference, though-one very tiny difference that 
separated them from the vast majority of other couples. 

Earl and Bonnie found out about the joys of sharing each other's mate a long 
time ago when they heard about, and later joined, a wife-swapping club that 
some of their friends had told them about. Since that time, they've found 
more pleasure and enjoyment, as well as sexual satisfaction than most 
couples could ever dream about. 

Since joining the club, their marriage has become even stronger, too, 
because now they are free to explore and receive satisfaction from everyone 
they meet. They have, with the help of other couples they've met, been able 
to expand their activity into a whole new range of sexual stimulation. 

Maybe it is time for more couples to realize the pleasures that they may be 
missing, and that Earl and Bonnie have discovered! 


CHAPTER ONE 

Earl Allen could not remember when he had been so anxious for vacation time 
to come. One reason was that it would be entirely different from any he had 
ever experienced. Along with his wife, Bonnie, Earl belonged to a small 
group of couples ... a wife-swapping club. On various occasions the group 
met on Friday night, and sometimes on Saturday night too. Once a month they 
would meet both nights with no stop in between, and would not break up until 
late Sunday afternoon. And, whenever they met, there was one thing they 
did-they swapped wives. Not at the dinner table, but in the bedroom. 

During the past two years, Earl and Bonnie had learned of four other 
wife-swapping clubs within 25 miles of their home, and had been guests at 
two of them for weekend rounds of pleasure. A few weeks ago, Bonnie had come 
up with a bright idea. 

"Earl, instead of going on a long auto trip for our vacation, why don't we 
see if the vacations of some of the members of the other clubs fall at the 
same time as ours? Then, we could rent a large cabin and all go there at the 
same time. For at least a week of the two weeks of our vacation. Instead of 
giving up wife-swapping on our vacation, we could be right in the middle of 
some heavy action-with new couples. You and the other husbands will swap 
wives and we wives will swap husbands. We'll have a real screwy week to tell 
our friends about!" 

"Wow! That is an idea!" her husband answered, putting an arm around her neck 
and reaching down inside her loose housecoat to find the large nipples 
centered on her voluptuous breasts, moving from one to the other. 

"There's more to it than that, too," Bonnie continued, reaching inside 
Earl's pants to find a ramrod awaiting her enticing fingers. 

"Let's get on the bed without any clothes on and think about it while we 
fuck and think about some of our erotic experiences with our other members 
lately," Earl suggested, taking his hand away from Bonnie's tits while she 
reluctantly removed her fingers from her husband's throbbing prick. They 
hurried to the bedroom, and each began to think of swapping plans while they 
screwed and moaned and panted to a gorgeous climax. 

A few minutes later, Earl reached for the bed phone and started calling. By 
ten he had contacted a couple in each of the other swapping clubs they knew 
about, and had explained their plan. Each couple was quite interested and 
enthusiastic. If one particular couple did not have their vacation at the 
same time as Earl and Bonnie, they would phone other members of the club 
until they located a couple that did. 

Just after eleven, the wife of a couple in a group that Earl did not know, 
phoned him back and advised him that she and her husband would be having 
their vacation at the same time as Earl and Bonnie. 

"Sounds good to me," Earl answered, slipping his hand from under Bonnie's 
warming right breast. "What did you say your name was?" 

"Grace Bacus, and my husband is Al. I'm 41-28-37. As you can tell, I have 
big tits, and there's nothing I like better than to have a man's hand on 
them at the same time. I'm a redhead. You don't mind if I talk freely over 
the phone, do you Earl?" 

"No, I should say not," Earl replied, reaching over between his wife's legs 
and sliding his middle finger up to caress her clitoris lightly, while he 
began to think about a redhead with quivering tits. Bonnie slid over beside 
him so she could hear Grace's voice over the phone, and rested two fingers 
on her husband's joy-stick. "We have a private line, so nobody can hear us. 
Since you have been talking, I have an idea about organizing this whole 
thing, and I hope you like it." 

"All right, Earl, but wait a minute until my husband scoots over beside me 
so I can put one hand around his wang-doodle. I like to keep one hand busy 
while I'm talking about exciting bedroom things. Here he is now, and if I 
know him, he'll keep his hand over my left tit the whole time I'm talking to 
you. Before we go any further, what if you wife's name so I can tell Al?" 

"Her name is Bonnie, a medium brunette, 39-27-36. Her tits are not quite as 
big as yours, but they are extremely exotic, and always active. I go to 
sleep with one hand over them every night." 

"Al likes to do that too, but he can do it only so long because it keeps him 
awake," Grace laughed. "Now, about your plan...." "Okay, here's what we'll 
do. It is true that the man in a screwing situation is the aggressor. But 
you and I have been at it enough to know that the wife has to be satisfied 
before everything is complete for everybody. So, on our vacation, we will 
feature the wives and what they like to do. Bonnie and I will draw up a list 
of twenty-four activities and the first night you can get away, you and I 
will call on one of the other couples going on our vacation together. I will 
show the wife the list of activities and she will pick out four that she 
likes best." 

"That sounds gorgeous," Grace shrieked, "but what if her husband objects?" 

"We'll have two or three little rules, of course," Al replied, "and one is 
that no husband will know beforehand what activities his wife has picked 
out. In addition, no husband will know ahead of time just what activities 
are in store. Except me, and I will know because I am in on the planning." 

"Oh, Earl, what a bang that will be," Grace whispered with a sultry lilt in 
her voice, "and Al is getting a hard-on just hearing you talk about it, 
since he can hear you on the other phone. Listen, I know one of them in 
another group. 

Al and I have swapped with them and they are really mattress-manglers. I'm 
sure they will be home tomorrow night. Let's call on them first. I'll phone 
them as soon as you are through with me. I'll give you our address. Come by 
for me at seven-thirty so we have plenty of time at their house. They're 
about five miles from us." 

Grace Bacus had to hang up the phone in a hurry because Al was edging his 
frame over her to put his raging prick into her moist cunt. And Earl Allen 
just barely managed to put the receiver on the cradle before Bonnie 
straddled her luscious shape over him and worked his cock up into her 
welcome crack with her delicate fingers. And, who will ever know just how 
nearly the same time the two couples reached climax, several miles apart! 

Right on time the next night, Earl Allen rang the bell at Al and Grace 
Bacus' home in a small tract. After the preliminaries of introduction, Earl 
managed to get a better look at Grace. Dressed in tight, ivory-colored 
pants, she had covered her upper portion with a deceiving, bright blue, 
loose fitting, shiny blouse. Deceiving because it did not give effect to her 
forty-one-inch bust, Earl thought. Her hair was a medium red, and Earl hoped 
it was natural. Her complexion was smooth, and she looked younger than the 
just-under-thirty that she told him she and her husband were. 

"Well, shall we go?" Earl asked. 

"I'm ready," answered Grace with her sultry voice, and quickly knotted a 
scarf over her head. 

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," cautioned Al, as he kissed his wife 
goodbye, and rolled one hand over his wife's pouting breast. 

"This couple we are going to see are Les and Joyce Cooks," Grace explained, 
when they were on their way. "Joyce is a rather short, but bouncy blonde. 
Her breasts are just a little over average in size, and they have extra 
large nipples. 

"That's what I like," Earl exclaimed. "Lots of erotic territory to kiss and 
fondle." 

"Then you probably will like to be around mine. The nipples are not so big, 
but the little goose-pimples on them are nice and sensitive when a man gets 
his hands on them or kisses them," Grace explained. 

"What do you bet I don't get my angular hands on them tonight?" Earl joked. 

"Well, I hadn't really figured on anything like that, but you never know." 

A few minutes later found the two in the Cooks' living room. Les was 
reclining in Bermuda shorts and entirely bare above the waist, giving full 
play to his manly, hairy chest. 

About thirty-five, he was in his prime, and Earl could understand why Grace 
had found him such an enjoyable bed partner. Joyce was wearing a thin blouse 
and equally sheer, pleated skirt. When she found a place on the sofa to sit, 
there appeared to be nothing to keep her skirt near the floor. 

"Now, what's this plan for a swapping vacation, big boy?" 

Her husband sat next to her and Grace sat on the other side of Les. Earl 
leaned forward in his chair a few feet away, and drew a tablet from his 
pocket, at the same time wondering how he would keep his sharp eyes off 
Joyce's upward sliding skirt while he read from the list of activities he 
and his wife had prepared the night before. 

"Here's what we are figuring," Earl answered, we'll rent a cabin big enough 
to accommodate five couples. We'll spend one week there, and then each 
couple will feel free to spend the rest of their vacation any way that they 
want to. The wives will take turns cooking, doing the minor chores around 
the cabin, etc. Days will be spent any way each person wants to. Then, at 
night comes the part for which we have plans." 

Earl made the mistake of looking toward Joyce and discovered that her 
wayward skirt now revealed a generous portion of smooth, round thigh. 

"There are more than twenty-four activities in sexual embraces, of course," 
Earl went on, "but Bonnie and I simply picked out those that have always 
been most popular at the club meetings. Each wife will pick out four she 
wants to do and will conduct them all on one night. The next night, another 
wife will be featured with her chosen activities, and so on, for all five 
nights. There are four spare activities, for, well, we'll see, in case there 
is a demand for them somehow." 

"How will the rest of us know what our activities are since they are 
conducted with a different partner each evening?" Les asked. 

As Earl looked in Les' direction to answer, he noticed that Les had his arm 
around, not his own wife, but Grace, who offered no resistance. A flash of 
jealousy crossed Earl's mind as he thought that Les was getting to Grace 
before he had a chance to. He really had hopes of sticking his own cock up 
her cunt before the evening was over, but, oh well, that's the way things go 
sometimes. 

"Oh, that's one part I didn't explain yet. We will have a cabin with an 
extra large living room. We will move all five beds into that room with one 
in the center and the other four around the sides. The wife who is being 
featured that evening will occupy the center bed with her partner. That way, 
we will all see what is going on all the time. By now, most of us have 
learned considerable restraint, so we will just simply pet and arouse our 
partners while we watch and when the time comes, we will be ready for the 
deep penetration and passionate screwings with another man's wife." 

"Everything out in the open! Wow! That's for me!" Les said. "How about you, 
honey?" he asked, leaning forward to look at his wife and her straying 
skirt. 

"You know I dig that. The more I think about it the more I wish we had done 
it that way when we swapped with Grace and Al," Joyce replied. "By the way, 
has Grace picked out her activities, or your wife, either?" 

"No," Earl answered, "we have a little advantage since we are doing most of 
the planning, so we thought it only fair for the others to take their pick 
and let my wife be last. Grace can pick out hers while we are here, as soon 
as you are through. Then we will call on two more couples as soon as we can 
and then the activities will all have been chosen." "Are you ready for me to 
start picking mine out?" Joyce asked, her skirt now nearly up to her hips, 
as she idly swung her forward foot back and forth. 

"Yes, but we will have to change seats a little. You change with me so your 
husband can't possibly see the list." 

Suddenly Joyce's thighs were completely covered as she stood up and came 
over to sit in Earl's chair. He handed her the list and stood beside her a 
moment as she took a preliminary look at it in the middle of the floor. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "this will be cunt-tickling," standing on tiptoes and 
giving Earl a long, exhilarating tongue-kiss, before hurrying over to her 
chair. "There will really be some hot twats down there before we are through 
with all these ... er ... shall we say ... activities. 

She took the pencil from Earl and sat down again on the couch. 

"Just write your first name opposite the number identifying each activity 
you want to conduct," Earl told her, sitting down beside Grace. While Joyce 
smilingly ran down the list before her, Earl noticed that Les' arm was no 
longer around Grace, at least, not the way it had been. 

It was more around her shoulder and the other hand was the busier-it had 
found its way inside the loose blouse and was wandering slowly around the 
voluptuous breasts she possessed, just barely hiding inside. 

"Well, I'll be!" Earl muttered under his breath, I'm not going to let this 
ape have all the fun with Grace. After all, I brought her over here." Her 
legs were beginning to slide back and forth from the exotic rubbing on her 
breast. Earl found another place. It was right at the hem of Grace's skirt. 
Inch by inch, he raised it. With one man's hand around as much of her 
quivering tit as he could manage, she could hardly object to another one's 
skirt raising. 

The image which the list of activities was creating in Joyce's mind was 
getting her excited, too, and she placed one hand under her own slippery 
skirt, slowly raising it while she massaged her golden legs. By the time she 
had read all the twenty-four activities, her hand was entirely between her 
legs and almost up to her crack. 

"Oh, Earl, kid, I just have to have that number sixteen," she moaned. 

"Ah, ah, ah," Earl cautioned, "you're not supposed to say anything about 
what you are picking out. Each wife will know what each previous wife has 
picked out, and I will be the only husband to know, and only because I am in 
on the planning." 

"Okay," answered Joyce, "I just got carried away by the expected thrill of 
the whole thing." In another minute, she completed reading the list, and 
then started back through it, slowly marking her name as she made up her 
mind. 

"These are all so exciting, it's hard to choose sometimes." 

Finally, she was through. Les reluctantly took his hand away from Grace's 
enticing tit. Earl managed to get his hands away from her legs. She traded 
places with Joyce, sat down with the pencil, and started reading, smiling 
now and then, and moaning once in a while. 

Before Les could put his arm around his wife anywhere, Earl quickly slid his 
hand under her thin blouse and began tantalizing her nearest breast with 
skilled motions. She wore no bra, and her nipples responded to his expert 
handling. Half-way through reading the list of activities, Grace slide her 
hand under her blouse and her delicate fingers kept her own breast warm and 
excited while she read and the others watched. 

"What!" she exclaimed once, "I can understand why Joyce would want that 
number sixteen. Honey, if you change you mind, let me know and I'll take 
it!" she said. Finally she was finished and walked over in front of the 
trio. She handed the list and pencil to Earl, who had to take his hand away 
from Joyce's breast to accept it. Her hands now free, she stepped close to 
Les. Running her hands over his anxious face, she remarked, "I'll bet I 
could get you to swap right tonight, Les." 

When nobody answered, Grace reached slowly into her blouse and carefully 
eased out her huge, left breast. Reaching over with it, she rubbed against 
Les' face and around to his lips and let him nuzzle it a minute. When she 
noticed the excited look on Earl's and Joyce's faces, she slowly replaced 
her breast inside its lucky container. Leaning over still more, she slowly 
raised the hem of her skirt. Up over her sleek thighs it went, inch by inch. 
Finally, a jazzy little pair of skimpies, in all their yellow transparency, 
came into view. Holding her skirt up with one hand, Grace reached slowly 
down to the lower edge of her briefs. Running her delicate fingers 
underneath, she pushed the thin fabric over to one side as far as possible, 
giving her three onlookers a thrilling, partly concealed look at her red, 
profuse cunt hairs. 

She pushed her hips forward as close to Les' face as she could get. Just as 
he was about to reach for her, she slammed her skirt back into place. This 
left the trio of watchers breathless. Stepping over to the end of the sofa, 
she grabbed up a soft pillow. Lying down on the thick carpet, she placed the 
pillow under her head. 

It took Les only a few seconds to get his clothes off and then he quickly 
shucked Grace's clothing off her. Earl matched his efforts with Joyce, and, 
by the time Les first rammed his pecker into Grace's welcoming cunt, Earl 
had penetrated the golden doors of Joyce's blonde cunt area and was 
thrilling the slippery walls of her vagina. 

Joyce moved her head nearer the edge of the sofa to a spot where she could 
watch the couple on the floor in front of them. "It's fun to watch Les 
fucking another wife," she whispered in Earl's ear. "I know just how much 
pleasure she is getting. He fucks them almost as hot as he does me." 

* * * 

Thus did two couples manage a sample of the couple-switching to come on 
their vacation, now only a month away! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Two nights later, Earl and Grace were on their way to visit the fourth 
couple planning on vacationing with them. "They are Ben and Jennie Deane," 
Grace told him, snuggling up against him when they were fairly under way. 
"Al and I have never swapped with them, but we have erotic reports about 
them from one or two other couples in their club. All the other members are 
really accomplished lovers, and I'm sure we won't be disappointed in having 
them with us." 

"I hope you're right, You can't tell a thing by just looking at a couple. We 
sure found out about Les and Joyce, though, didn't we? When we arrived at 
their place, I had no idea we would do any fucking. You had to wave those 
gorgeous tits in front of Les, and the first thing you know, we were all in 
the middle of a screwing session," Earl complained, unconvincingly. "Are you 
sorry?" 

"Well, no," he giggled. 

"Shall I put my hand over the front of your pants?" 

"Well, okay, but you better take it away when we're halfway there so I can 
cool down. Another thing, if we switch, that simply means that I never do 
screw you. I'm always screwing the other wife." 

"Oh, well, maybe we can fix it so you can get me too. I know a little 
variation of one of our twenty-four activities. If it looks like they want 
to swap tonight, I'll show you how both husbands can enjoy me, that is, if 
Jennie doesn't mind watching for a few minutes." 

"I haven't even had my hand on one of your tits yet. That certainly is slow 
progress, you'll admit," Earl complained. 

"I know, poor boy, I'll see to it that you get both hands on both tits 
tonight even if we don't do any serious fucking with Ben and Jennie," Grace 
promised him. 

Less than half an hour later, the two were in the Deane's spacious living 
room. Ben and Jennie were just over thirty, Earl guessed. Jennie was the 
tallest of the wives in the plans, nearly five-foot-ten, he estimated, with 
nothing but womanly curves from ankle to breasts. 

"Ben and I thought we had done most of the experiences wife-swappers go 
through in the three years in our club," Jennie began, when they were all 
seated, "but this idea is really novel. Tell us more about it." 

Earl gave the same run-down he had given Joyce Cooks two night before. When 
it was time for her to look over the list of twenty-four activities, Grace 
spoke up. "You have to go over and sit in a chair by yourself so none of us 
see which four activities you choose to demonstrate. Do you mind if I sit 
between your husband and Earl? On the way over here, he complained that he 
had never had his hands on my tits although we were most of the evening 
within range of each other. I can't blame him-I have such whoppers; it is 
hard for most men to keep their hands off them, I have already found that 
out by now." 

"You can say that again," murmured Jennie, as she sat in a single chair and 
started to glance over the list of bedroom activities. "And you will be 
lucky if Ben doesn't get into the act. He likes to keep his hands busy when 
he knows I am watching." 

Earl finally got his wish. He put his right arm around Grace, and slid his 
left hand under her blouse. Grace reached around behind herself and loosened 
her bra. Earl thanked her and proceeded to reach around as many inches of 
Grace's tit as possible. He wondered it Ben would slide his hand up Grace's 
legs while his wife glanced over in their direction once in a while. Jennie 
moaned as she turned to the second page of activities, and she and Earl 
looked at Ben at the same time, to discover that his right hand had indeed 
found its way underneath Grace's blouse on the other side and was now 
massaging its gorgeous geography as excitedly as possible. 

"Hey,, you studs don't lose any time, do you?" Jennie commented. "Remember, 
I have sensitive tits, too, that need a lot of attention. 

"I know," answered Earl, "but you can't bring them over just yet. When you 
do, I'll try to warm up my hand on them." 

Instead of playing with any portion of herself, Jennie surprised the trio on 
the sofa by the way she sat in the single chair. Scooting her hips forward a 
little, she placed her legs straight out in front on her, with feet flat on 
the floor. Then she slowly raised her feet until they rested on the edge of 
the chair's cushion. Her skirt slowly slid from her knees to a bunch around 
her hips. 

The watching trio quickly discovered that her long legs were an exotic 
highway to more interesting places. Before their eager eyes, Jennie slowly 
moved her knees apart until they were nearly reaching the sides of the 
chair. It was now no secret that she had deliberately left off her pants. 
The three on the sofa now gazed at the dark brown curls clustered around 
Jennie's enticing cunt area. As her pubic area became used to the air, the 
pouting lips inside began to swell of their own accord and with the images 
transmitted from Jennie's reading of the list of wife-swapping activities. 

While they watched with dry lips, Grace whispered to Earl, "Wouldn't you 
like to be kissing and sucking on those exciting cunt lips?" 

"Oooohhh, sister! You've no idea!" he whispered back. "In about another 
minute or two, that's just about what I'll be doing," he went on. 

Grace turned to Ben. "Wouldn't you like to be kissing and sucking on those 
exciting cunt lips?" Ben answered with a harder squeeze on Grace's 
warmth-giving tit. "I do that whenever I think a man needs an invitation," 
she laughed. 

Then Ben whispered back: "I do suck and kiss those lips when she asks me 
to-which is pretty often. We are not at all bashful about asking the other 
to do what we like to have done. That's why we are pretty popular in our own 
wife-swapping group, if I do say so myself." 

"I can believe that," Grace whispered back, wondering whether to put her 
hand over the front of his pants, as it was now resembling a tent during 
circus season. Jennie had finished reading the list, and was going back over 
it a second time, taking careful consideration of each activity that had 
been checked off, and, finally making her first selection, she wrote her 
name opposite it. 

Just then, Earl eased his hand away from Grace's breast and crawled quietly 
over to Jennie's chair. With the activity paper in front of her, she 
pretended not to see or hear his coming. Down on his knees, Earl reached 
forward as quietly as he could, and clamped his lips over Jennie's own moist 
cunt lips. Jennie's reaction nearly caused her to drop her paper. Her legs 
unconsciously clamped around Earl's head and made him press even tighter 
into her slippery slit. 

Grace and Ben watched while Earl sucked and licked on Jennie's excited twat. 

"If he does it right, he can bring her to orgasm inside of two minutes," Ben 
whispered to Grace, motioning her to undo his pants. "I've managed to do it 
in two minutes after she is partially prepared, and some of the other 
husbands in our wife-swapping group have done it too. Jennie likes me to 
watch while another husband is sucking and licking those fat lips," Ben 
added. 

"Wow!" Grace was not itching. "You can do mine any old time. If you want to 
do it right now, I can get an extra thrill while I watch Earl and Jennie." 

Grace scooted down a few inches on the sofa and slipped up her skirt over 
her hips, showing her naked cunt to Ben without any pants of any sort. In 
two seconds, he was following Earl's example and Grace was guiding his head 
and lips. They could not keep up with Earl and Ben's wife, and a few seconds 
after Jennie reached a scorching release, they both looked around and 
managed to watch Grace and Ben a minute before Grace wriggled her buttocks 
and finally swooned away in a delirious orgasm. 

Two nights later, Earl and Grace were on their way to visit the fifth 
couple. 

"You know, the way things went at the Deane's house the other night, I never 
did get to show you a way for two men and a woman, so you can have a chance 
to get around to my cunt," Grace told him. 

"I know. I had to settle for Jennie's tasty lips and brown curls down 
there," Earl answered. 

"Another thing, I've been wondering is how your wife is standing it while we 
are out making calls for the rest of the vacationers." 

"Well, she has been more than ready for me when I get home, you may be sure, 
and I really gave her satisfaction after that superb sucking and licking I 
did on Jennie's super-heated twat," Earl assured her. 

"That's exactly what you did, Earl, and you may be sure that, after watching 
the two of you a while, I would never have cooled off if her husband had not 
been there to get between my legs. That's where I want you, too-sometime 
soon, Earl-when we can get at it," Grace concluded. "Oh, turn right at this 
next corner, then it's number 984. Their names are Mel Egger and his wife, 
Fay. While I think of it, let me try a little stunt on him. I have never met 
him but one of the other couples we've swapped with recommended them. But 
watch real close when I first get introduced to Mel and see what happens." 

Mel and Fay proved to be both tall, and rather striking. Fay was a 
carrot-top redhead, cut short, and her blouse, with its prominent perking 
outward, gave promise of oversized handfuls of luscious tit. Just as the 
four were turning away from the front door and heading for the living room, 
Grace turned quickly around and put her arms around Mel in a tight squeeze 
and gave him a deep tongue kiss. 

Then, slowly lowering one hand down over his frame, she slid it down her own 
thigh. Drawing back about an inch, she started lifting her skirt slowly up 
between them. When it was up to her hips, she again squeezed her whole body 
against him. Watching them, Fay and Earl put their arms around each other. 
They were both sure that Grace was wearing no underwear. 

"What a blast this is!" exclaimed Fay. "There is a true wife-swapper if I 
ever saw one." 

"You're so right," commented Earl. A minute later, he called to Grace: "Back 
up and let's see what's happened to your new friend." Grace jumped back and 
three of them looked at Mel's pants. They had grown like a mushroom in damp 
weather. 

"We'll have to get started or we'll never give Fay enough time to pick out 
her activities," Earl told the group. "You will need to sit in a chair by 
yourself so your husband cannot see what you are reading and choosing for 
yourself," Earl went on. He explained the rest of the plans to her, and Fay 
sat in a chair by herself. 

Before the other three found places on the sofa, Grace reached up and 
whispered in Earl's ear. He smiled and nodded. While Fay started reading the 
list of bedroom activities, Grace led Mel to the end of the sofa. Mel sat 
down after loosening the front of his pants and sliding them down over his 
hips. Grace lay down full length on the sofa, her head in Mel's lap. Earl 
sat in the center of the sofa, after scooting himself under her legs and up 
to a spot right under her womanly, undulating hips. 

Grace lay motionless, gazing idly at Mel's rigid cock. Her lips were only 
two inches away from the junction of his member and his balls. Earl slowly 
raised Grace's skirt until it was entirely over her hips, leaving them 
entirely naked. He started massaging their rounded cheeks. 

After five minutes, Fay looked up from her reading, seeing for the first 
time Grace's naked buttocks and, just beyond, Grace's mouth. As she watched, 
the other wife moved her head slowly toward Mel's prick until it just 
touched the base of it, then slowly and gently began tantalizing kisses with 
her lips and occasional journey with her tongue on it. 

"Some of the hottest activities have already been chosen," complained Fay, 
giving lots of attention to her list instead of the scene on the fascinating 
sofa before her. That gal Joyce is really going to have a time for herself, 
she thought to herself, thinking further that if she couldn't have any 
others, she surely would be satisfied with them. 

Placing her hand on the outside of her breasts and keeping up a gentle 
motion, she finally made her first selection, and then, taking more time, 
the final three. 

Earl watched Grace's slowly rotating buttocks before him and Fay's gentle 
motion with her hand on the outside of her own ample breasts, and then had 
an idea. 

"Mel, what is one of the things your wife likes when she is fucking with 
another husband?" he asked. 

"One of the things she goes for is to be screwing close to another couple so 
that in the middle of the panting and groaning with pleasure, the other wife 
can put two or three fingers alternately on her cunt and the other husband's 
prick as it slides in and out." "What a blast that would be," exclaimed 
Earl, "I hope I get tangled up with her one of the nights of our vacation." 

"Don't worry, stud, you will," answered Fay, putting down her list of 
activities and hurrying over to the sofa. Spreading Grace's rotating 
buttocks apart, she found Earl's rampant cock waiting for her. Leaning over, 
she started an artistic and gentle licking and sucking while Grace proceeded 
to hasten the pace with Mel's turgid pecker. 

Thus did two husbands and two wives warm up for their vacation, now only 
about four weeks away. 

The next day, Earl phoned Grace with some of the plans he had forgotten to 
mention. "Listen, Grace, could you do a little more phoning for me? I forgot 
to mention that most of the husbands in our groups like it when the wives 
have their underarm hair completely grown out. So, would you phone all the 
wives who are going on our swapping vacation and ask them if they would let 
their underarm hair grow so it will be in good shape for our vacation 
enterprise." 

"Sure thing," Grace answered. "I think it would be fun. One or two husbands 
in our swapping club like it, too, but most of the wives don't think to let 
it grow for them to admire. And, while we are at it, have you rented a cabin 
yet?" 

"No, I'm still looking for one," answered Earl. 

"Well, Al told me at the supper table tonight that his boss has a large 
cabin in the mountains beside a lake about 100 miles from here. It has a 
large living room, and, if you want him to, Al will ask if we could have it. 
If the boss would let us have it, there would be no expense." 

"Sounds good to me. Let me know tomorrow night if you can. And that reminds 
me, I still have not gotten my cock close to your hot cunt yet, after all 
those evenings calling on other couples, you know that?" 

"I know, big boy, but you just wait until I get up there with all those 
husbands and wives. I'll show you how a real fucking woman treats another 
wife's real fucking husband." 

Suddenly the receiver clicked and Earl was left hanging onto a telephone 
instrument that was dead, and only images of what intimacies with Grace and 
her gorgeous tits and other items would be like. 

Al made arrangements for his boss' cabin without any difficulty, and 
everyone waited for the long-anticipated vacation. 

The middle of June finally arrived. Al and Grace Bacus made it a point to be 
the first to reach the cabin, and opened it for the week's pleasure that was 
to come. 

They unloaded their share of the food and began to plan the arrangement of 
beds in the living room. All the couples had arrived by mid-Saturday 
afternoon, with the exception of the Eggers and the Deans. 

"Maybe they're coming together," Grace said as she admired Bonnie's lovely 
figure under a tight-fitting outfit. 

"How do you mean that?" Bonnie teased, and Grace chuckled at her own play on 
words, so quickly caught up by the other wife. A few minutes later a car 
drove up to the cabin and a couple emerged, leaving a real young couple 
still sitting in the car. 

Ben and Jennie Deane hurried into the cabin, and were introduced all around. 
"Who are the young kids in your car and what are they doing here?" Earl 
demanded, speaking for all present. 

"Well, they are Tippy Gans and Ila Jaynes," explained Jennie. "They have 
just graduated from high school a few days ago." 

"They what?" exclaimed all the others. "What are they doing here?" Les Cooke 
asked. 

"Well, they are in on something hot. The girl is a neighbor of the Eggers. A 
while back, she discovered that the Eggers belonged to a wife-swapping group 
and she got and idea, and with the help of her boyfriend, they told the 
Eggers that unless they would let them have the Egger's place in our 
vacation, they would tell Mel's boss about the club. They gave in, and got 
in touch with us so we could drive them up here. I guess we will have to 
decide whether to let them stay or not." 

"What if the girl gets pregnant?" Al asked, with a worried face. 

"Well, she has been playing around plenty and knows the score," Jennie 
replied. "One of the boys she has been screwing with knew about the Eggers 
membership in the club, because she invited him to one of their evening 
meetings to be initiated. Three wives helped initiate him, and then he felt 
ready to get with Ila." 

"Well," ventured Les, "why don't we invite them in a little while and talk 
to them both a little, then take a vote on it while they go outside?" 

Everybody was agreeable, so after the initial introductions, Earl asked Ila 
if she understood the conditions. When Ila nodded her head, Earl talked with 
Tippy. 

"It would be fun for Ila to get some experience with married men, and it 
would be a change for me to screw some married women," the youth answered. 

The two teenagers excused themselves and went to sit in the car. A vote was 
taken and everyone voted to include the young couple in the vacation plans. 
The youngsters came in again, and Tippy started helping the husbands bring 
springs and mattresses from the bedrooms in the spacious living room. 

"The king-size bed goes in the center because it will have more than one 
couple on it part of the time," Earl ordered. "You wives start supper so we 
can eat early and get a start on our bedroom appointments since most of us 
have never been intimate with the others." 

Finally, all the beds were in place, and the living room full of springs and 
mattresses without their frames lent an erotic tone to the atmosphere. 

One of the husbands plugged a spotlight, and focused it on the center bed. 
"What a blast that will be!" murmured Joyce Cooks as she went by, watching 
Al Bacus focus the light. 

"You're telling me? asked Bonnie Allen, as she dumped the bedding they had 
brought from home, on one of the outer beds. 

"We brought our share, I think," ventured Ila, bringing in a box of 
groceries, followed by Tippy Gans with an armload of bedding. All the 
husbands watched Ila's saucy wiggle every time she moved across the room, 
and the wives lost a little time staring at the front of Tippy's tight 
jeans. Just before they all sat down to dinner, Earl got Ila aside and went 
over the part each woman would play, one being featured each evening. Then 
he showed her the list of activities which Fay chose," he told the young 
woman, using a little time to ogle her young, pert breasts barely contained 
in a summary halter arrangement. Ila nodded her head in agreement, then 
added in a half-whisper, "6, 10,17, and 22. Wow! Will they be exciting. But 
who will my partner be?" 

"Well, that's just it. We won't have the drawing until we are ready to 
start." 

"Sounds like fun and more fun," Ila smiled, then suddenly flung her arms 
around Earl, smashing her twin peaks against his chest, and giving him a 
deep, tongue-wiggling kiss. 

"Dinner is ready, everybody!" somebody shouted, and there was a rush for the 
chairs. It was not easy to take their time, and the meal was finally over. 

"I know it's poor housekeeping to leave the dishes, but let's do it this one 
time," suggested Bonnie Allen. 

A hearty "amen" was added in chorus by all, and Joyce added," it will take 
only a little while to soak them. That will help." 

The others left Joyce and Bonnie to soak the dishes, and hurried into the 
living room. Ben Deane was finishing setting up a record player. On one side 
of the center bed was a tape recorder, and, at the head of each bed was a 
microphone. Many of the guests gasped, and Earl explained, "Unless somebody 
has an objection, we will tape the sounds coming from the featured bed and 
it can be played back at sessions of each wife-swapping group later on. 
We'll check each microphone to see that it is not too loud. Then, as each 
evening progresses, whenever anyone wants to say anything for everybody else 
to hear, he or she will simply speak into the microphone. They can make 
comments of what is going on, ask a question, or make a suggestion. We just 
want to have the ultimate in bedroom fun, and this is the way to have it, 
what do the rest of you say?" 

For her answer, Grace Bacus wiggled her body against Ben Deane and rubbed 
her breasts back and forth while few could do anything but watch. 

"Well, I guess that's all the answer we need," Earl went on. "Now for some 
of the immediate details. I have each husband's name on a slip of paper. 
Each wife will draw a name from this little dish, and that will be her 
partner for tonight only. Each slip also has a number from one to five. This 
means that the wife who draws the lowest number will be featured tonight, 
number 2 tomorrow, and so on. 

"So, keep your slip of paper at all times. However, you will all have 
different partners tomorrow and every other night, too. No husband with his 
own wife at any time. Tippy, you will be substituting for Mel Eggers, so 
whichever wife draws Mel's slip will take you for a partner. One other 
thing. The outside beds are placed right next to each other. After the 
featured wife and her partner have finished with one activity, couples on 
adjoining outside beds can switch if they want to." 

"I can hardly wait," announced Ila, reaching one hand inside her halter and 
putting as much of her hand over her tit as she could. "I hope you don't 
mind if I seem to be playing with myself. I just like sex wherever I find it 
or can get it. My tits lead me on a lot of the time." Naturally, nobody 
objected, and several wives followed Ila's example. 

"Now, there's no hurry," resumed Earl. "We have all night, you know. So 
let's do this. Each wife strips slowly while we all watch. The wife with 
number five slip will be first, then number 4, and ending up with the 
featured wife who will do her stripping with the spotlight on her. All set, 
everybody?" 

Earl passed the dish around to all wives. As each one opened up her slip of 
paper and read her partner's name, she stepped over to him and put her arms 
around him. Some of the wives did other things, as their emotions directed. 

Grace Bacus drew Ben Deane's name and with it number five. 

"Oh, bully," she giggled, "I just love to strip and show off my cunt before 
an appreciative audience. And I know every one will admire my big breasts 
because they will be out in the open pretty quick." 

Ben put his arms around Grace from behind and right over her luscious 
beauties. 

Bonnie reached into the dish her husband offered her and came up with 
Tippy's slip, actually with Mel Eggers' name on it, and number two. 

"Oh," she gasped, how lucky can I be? I get to initiate that young man into 
the joys of screwing a married woman on a rare vacation. When was the last 
time you had your pecker licked Tippy? Don't answer, Tippy, I'm simply 
adding a little conversation to the evening. And I'm number two." 

Tippy hurried over to Bonnie and also stood behind her with his arms around 
her massive breasts. 

Ila Jaynes was next and everybody wondered which husband would be the first 
to part her youthful thighs for his raging member. "It says here, 'Les 
Cooks, and number four'," she smiled. 

Les broke away from his wife and hurried to Ila, putting his arms around her 
tits and kissing her on the back of the neck. 

"Ooo, that tickles," she moaned. "I hope the rest of you is that good." 

"Don't worry, Ila, it is." The speaker was Joyce Cooks. "You'll have trouble 
keeping up with Les." 

Earl offered Joyce the dish with just two slips left in it. "Oh, kids," she 
exclaimed, "I get to screw our leader first. Come over here, Earl, and my 
number is one! You will help me show them what real screwing is like. I know 
just how much fun my four activities can be." 

Earl left his place and stood behind Joyce, first squeezing her rounded butt 
tight against the front of his pants before bringing his hands to rest over 
her breasts. 

"Go pick out the last name, Jennie," Earl called out. "Since there's only 
one man left, you get Al Bacus. Be careful not to drain everything the first 
night. By the way, what's your number?" 

I'm number three, so, two nights from now, I will show you just how four 
activities can bring utter ecstasy to my partner and our audience," she 
promised, as Al came and put his arms around his partner for the night. 

All couples found beds, and Joyce and Earl hurried to the center where the 
spotlight foretold of delirious joys of bedsprings to come. 

"Since most of you know restraint, here's the best way to manage the most 
excitement for the evening. The four outside couples will only play with 
each other while the featured couple carry out their first activity. Then, 
while we rest, the other four couples will get their own kind of screwing 
going. That enables Joyce and me to watch one or more of you while you 
perform. Then we will go with our second activity, etc., for the rest of the 
evening," Earl explained. 

"In the case of an individual who does not want to go four times, switches 
after the very first session will be allowed so as to permit anyone who 
wants to go four times to do so, since there are differences in human 
stamina." 

"Yeah, that's what we want," several called out. All eyes were now turned to 
Grace Bacus as she stood beside the bed on which her partner for the night, 
Ben, was seated. 

"Let's get over by our microphone," Grace suggested. Ben followed her, and 
sat down again. "As soon as I get my dress off, I'll stand close to you and 
you can put your arms around me," she told Him, and looked around at her 
watchers to see if the microphone carried her voice. Smiles and nods greeted 
her look. She reached down to the hem of her dress and slowly bent her 
fingers around it. 

Then, slowly, scarcely more than an inch at a time, she eased it slowly 
upward past her knees and along her slightly quivering thighs. Finally, her 
brief, pale yellow panties came into view. Grace stretched her dress across 
the front of her pubic region and continued raising her dress little by 
little. It cleared the elastic of her panties, and finally exposed her 
deep-set navel. 

Ben fidgeted on the bed, and knew that the other men were watching with just 
as much interest as he. It would not be long now. Grace kept her dress 
tightly in her hands as it crept farther up, bumping slightly as her hands 
reached the lower edge of her bra. She eased her dress over the bra, took an 
extra long time to urge her dress over her short, red hair. Finally, it was 
done, and she slung it over the back of a chair. 

She turned slowly around, and stepped back as close to Ben and the bed as 
she could. When he started to put his arms around her hips, she cautioned 
him. 

"Not yet. Just a minute." 

Then, to all her watchers, she called out: "Shall I take off my panties of 
my bra first?" Husbands and wives joined in the answer, almost half in favor 
of each garment, causing Grace to laugh and reach around behind to run her 
hand across Ben's hair. While she was making up her mind which to take off 
next, she reached behind herself and slowly pulled the crotch of her yellow 
panties more tightly into the cleft of her tantalizing buttocks, making her 
entire butt more naked than if the garment had been removed. 

"Okay, just to be a little different, I'll do it this way," she went on. 

Still with her back to Ben, she reached both hands around behind her, and 
slowly slid the middle of her panties back down from their tight position in 
her crotch, then over the roundest portion of her buttocks, then her thighs. 

"Want to do the rest, Ben, if your wife doesn't mind?" Grace teased. 

"Go right ahead, Ben, don't be bashful!" The audience suddenly discovered it 
was Ben's wife, leaning over her own microphone. "I get just as much of a 
bang out of this as you do, you know!" 

Ben reached forward and tenderly grasped Grace's underwear. Already folded 
into a tight little ribbon, he finished the delectable job of sliding them 
all the way down. Grace stepped out of them and motioned Ben to hand them to 
her. Facing him now, Ben had the first real look at the curling tendrils 
around her cunt, and was delighted to find that they were naturally red, and 
extremely profuse. He started to reach his lips toward them, but Grace 
restrained him. 

"Just a minute," she cautioned. She opened up her panties and suddenly 
slipped them, upside down, over Ben's head. "There," she announced, "they're 
so thin you can see right through them while I take my bra off. Then I will 
let you do one teeny other thing before the next wife starts her stripping 
performance." Undoing the bra catch behind, Grace kept one hand over the two 
straps while she brought her other hand around in front. To Ben, she said, 
"Why don't you see if you can undress by the time I get my tits uncovered?" 

Ben lost no time getting into action, but kept his eyes glued on his anxious 
partner as much as he could. 

"I was just thinking," Grace went on, still holding up her bra now with both 
hands, "since each married couple here has switched partners with at least 
one other couple here, that means that Ila is the only woman that nobody has 
seen naked. So that...." Her address was interrupted by a voice from a 
different microphone. 

"She is all anybody wants in the way of nakedness, and every inch of her is 
sensitive to screwing situations," a young man's voice told them, and 
everybody knew that Tippy was giving them an anticipation of things to come 
from his girl friend's young body. 

Ila smiled her appreciation and turned to look at Grace, as did the rest of 
her audience. 

"Well, Grace continued, "I just like to take my time getting my bra off." 

She looked down at the roundness of her chest structure. With her left hand, 
she reached across to her right breast. She pulled the top of the bra away 
from the nipple about an inch while she inspected it. Then, pressing it back 
against her brassiere, she started gliding it down. The top edge finally 
reached the nipple, and then stumbled over it. With the nipple barely 
exposed, Grace inspected it and was joined by all her avid watchers in doing 
so. By now, Ben had all his clothes off and could enjoy the view as much as 
the other husbands and wives. 

"My nipples swell up real hard when they get out in the cool air, like now." 
She brushed her free hand across the nipple's surface slowly several times 
and it grew even more. "They like me to play with them, too, especially when 
I have an admiring audience, like now." 

She slowly drew the bra back into place, then reached her other hand over to 
the other breast. She eased the restraining cloth down from the other nipple 
and watched herself harden in the cool evening air. She edged the cloth a 
little farther down, so her eager watchers could see more. 

"Put your arms around my hips now, Ben," she ordered, "but keep your head 
straight up a while longer. My breasts are so big I can reach down and kiss 
them whenever I want to." Grace Bacus paused and looked around at her 
breathless viewers. 

"WOW!" most of them shouted, part of them wives. Grace slowly bent her head 
and then raised the left nipple to meet her soft, bee-stung lips. It was a 
soft, lingering kiss, and all the wives knew that all the five peckers in 
the crowd were a little harder. Finally, Grace raised her head. Slowly she 
slid the bra farther down over the exposed nipple until all the side of one 
breast was completely bare. Still holding the cloth over the other breast, 
she leaned over to Ben and whispered to him. She noted his smile in answer. 

Jennie was among the most avid watchers as she followed her husband's next 
move. He reached up and gently slid the cloth from the other breast. Just as 
it became entirely naked, he cupped it in his hands and moved it slowly from 
side to side so all the voyeurs could see. Then he reached up and kissed it 
from all sides, ending with his lips over the nipples. Grace's legs began to 
weaken, and she sat down on Ben's lap. 

"Okay," she moaned into the microphone, "what wife is next with her strip? I 
want to do a little watching myself." As she put her arms around him, her 
voluptuous tits nearly smothered Ben. 

"Listen, people," Earl announced, "we have been waiting for this very first 
night so long that there is almost too much anticipation. Why don't we 
change our plans a little? Let's not wait until each wife strips. Let's go 
on to the featured wife and her strip. Then, tomorrow night, wife number 
four on the schedule will strip, the next night, number three, etc." 

Everyone agreed, and Joyce prepared to strip. She had memorized the 
activities she was going to perform, and now she ran over them in her mind. 
Nos. 5, 16, 21, and 24, wishing it was suddenly time for number twenty-four, 
since that was her favorite. 

The other wives and husbands hurried out of their clothes as Joyce and Earl 
located themselves on the center spotlighted spring and mattress. Earl tried 
out the microphone, and started the tape recorder, then turned it off to 
wait until Joyce and he would be coming along with conversation and sound 
effects interesting enough to record. 

"One of the best things a wife can do is to shuck off her clothes several 
different ways so her husband doesn't know just what to expect each time. 
I'll show you one of the ways my husband, Les, likes. I think you'll like 
it, too." Joyce was wearing skin-tight Capris and a halter, telling some of 
her friends she preferred this kind of outfit to pants. She stepped up on 
the bed, and, still standing, slowly unfastened the waist-band. She started 
to slide them down off her hips when she stopped. 

"Earl, turn on the tape recorder now, they may want to hear this at the next 
session of one of our home wife-swapping clubs." When he had done so, she 
went on, "Lie down on the bed with your head between my feet, and so you 
will be looking up at my face and the rest of me." Joyce resumed the down 
slide of her Capris. Just as they cleared her sloping buttocks, she started 
to squat down. Holding her Capris up as much as possible in front, she 
slowly finished squatting and came to rest just above Earl's lips. 

"Most of you husbands, and of course, Tippy, have never seen any of my cunt, 
so, this way, Earl gets to be the first, since the front of my Capris just 
nicely covers it. You all probably guessed that I had no pants on all the 
time, didn't you?" She looked around at her bug-eyed watchers. "Now, listen, 
Earl, do just a minimum with your lips because I don't want to get too 
excited right at first. Since I have only a little over average size tits, 
you can look right up at me while I take my halter off." 

"Joyce started to reach behind. Al Bacus leaned to his mike. "What happens 
if you are in the notion of taking a piss just when you are stripping that 
way?" 

Joyce, kept on undoing her halter, and slowly replied, "I'm glad you brought 
that up. I have real good control of my piss muscles, so, once in a while, I 
will piss just a little bit in Les' or some other husband's mouth when I am 
in a wife-swapping session, then I can turn it off and finish my piss a 
little later. Want to try it, Al?" she smiled at him roguishly, again noting 
that his pecker was harder than before. 

"Sure thing, babe, when I have you for my partner, I'd like some. As soon as 
I have my little drink, would you let one of the wives take my place and 
drink some, too?" 

"Certainly, Al. I don't know what your wife's tastes are, but I think it 
would be real cute to let you have a little drink of my hot piss, and then 
have your wife immediately take her place between my legs for a little drink 
of her own, too." 

Everyone looked at Grace Bacus, who had been sitting on Ben Deane's lap and 
letting his cock stick up between her legs but below her cunt area, where 
she occasionally wet her fingers on her lips and then cooled the end of his 
imprisoned member with them. She was now blushing furiously, and everybody 
knew they could look forward to watching husband and wife take their little 
drinks of another wife's piss some night. 

Joyce had her halter loose, and slowly slid it off her breasts. She threw it 
away and it landed on Tippy Gans' head, where he was busy making the nipples 
of Bonnie Allen's huge breasts meet each other and exciting them on each 
other. 

"See, Earl, my tits are only a little over average. I'll massage the nipples 
a little bit and then you can have your turn. I like to play with them same 
as the husbands do." 

Satisfied with their condition, she started to stand up again, holding her 
Capris in front of her again. Then she resumed sliding them downward. 

"No wonder she wanted to do that last! Ben Deane moaned to Grace Bacus. Just 
below her navel, her naturally blonde curls began. Little by little, they 
became more profuse. When they reached the outside of her cunt lips, they 
became a veritable bush. "Man, oh man!" blurted out Tippy, into his mike, 
"that is the most clump I have ever seen!" 

"You'll get a real education among the wives, believe me, son" assured Al 
Bacus. "There is a lot of variation among women in the region of their navel 
to their hips or thighs." 

"Looks, fellas," called out Earl from his position of looking up at Joyce as 
she raised her arms to revel in her nakedness. The husbands and wives all 
looked and discovered a similar, smaller patch growing under her armpit in 
blonde profusion. 

"Ready for action?" Joyce called out. Her body was stunningly beautiful. 

"Yeah!" her audience shouted out. 

So she continued: "My first activity is number five on the list. I am to 
French all the husbands except my own. After I do it, I'll come back to the 
spotlight position on my bed. I will French Earl, too, but I have to quit in 
time to let him come in my hand. We'll see just how much he can do the first 
time around. Earl, you just have to be patient until I come back and watch 
real close while I suck and lick three peckers before I get to yours." 

Joyce slid off the bed and hurried to Al Bacus, who broke away from Jennie 
to lie on his back, keeping his hands on Jennie's huge titties. Al's cock 
was already sticking straight up in the air, and Joyce eased her mouth 
against the black hairs at the base. Her tongue crept from between her lips, 
and she began a slow journey to the blood-red tip. A little ways from its 
beginning, she motioned Jennie to put the mike in front of her. With her 
soft cheek on Al's cock, she addressed the crowd. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Quite a few men like stimulation from a woman's lips and tongue to reach 
the tip of their prick last. See what I mean?" Joyce resumed her task of 
journeying to the tip. Finally, she made it and eased the whole of it into 
her mouth. 

Joyce allowed the tip to penetrate an inch into her mouth only twice because 
Al was too near an emission and she wanted to save this for a later time. 
With reluctance, she let it slip out, and she started for another husband. 
"Better not even touch Al," she cautioned Jennie, "or he will fire right 
away." 

Ben Deane was next, and Grace Bacus co-operated by having him in position on 
his back before Joyce arrived. She leaned over. Holding her mouth wide open, 
she held the throbbing cock in her fingers until she had as much of it as 
she could in her mouth. Only then did she softly close her lips over it. 
Bending her head sideways, she gave him extra stimulation and also looked 
over to where her husband was keeping one large hand over the outside curls 
of young Ila's cunt. 

She knew just how much of a thrill he got watching her suck another 
husband's prick. Then, turning her head the other way, she saw Bonnie Allen 
take her hand away from Tippy Gans' prick because she knew he would be next 
for Joyce and she did not want him coming ahead of time. 

Ben was alarmingly close to ejaculating so Joyce removed her mouth as 
quickly as she had first taken possession. She made a motion toward the mike 
at Tippy Gans' and Bonnie Allen's bed. It was in place when she lay 
alongside the group's surprise vacationer, the youth who had just graduated 
from high school. Tippy's cock was quite long and slender, and she was 
wondering what would be the best way to get him to squirt into her mouth, 
since he was the only one left before going back to Earl Allen where she 
would make him come in her hand. 

The mike picked up her conversation as she lay with her head on Tippy's 
upper thigh, her mouth only an inch from his standing, slender cock. 

"Is this the first time you ever had a married woman suck your cock Tippy?" 
The young man nodded his head, and his rigid member nodded its own assent. 
"Since your cock is so long, it would not fit well into my mouth and throat 
for me to do it properly. So, here's the way I will harvest your crop of 
young-boy semen-then you will know what to expect. I will suck and lick your 
pecker around the middle on both sides. Then, when you are just about to 
squirt your wad, I will put just the tip of your cock between my lips. Then, 
by pressing as tightly as I can with my kissing lips, I will make you squirt 
right in the front of my mouth." 

Joyce gently kissed the upstanding shaft of Tippy's slender cock a couple of 
inches from the tip. After several tantalizing kisses and tip-of-tongue 
caressing, she placed her mouth on the other side of his cock. When she 
started similar caressing, Tippy's excited fingers, which had been 
masturbating Bonnie's moist cunt, dug deeper into the recesses of this 
wife's vagina, causing her to squirm away to keep from a premature orgasm. 

Joyce smiled as she noted their trouble, then slowly moved her wet lips to 
the very tip of Tippy's impatient pole. She placed one hand gently on 
Tippy's nuts. She spoke into the mike so all could hear. 

"I've often wondered how near a woman could come to making a man squirt by 
caressing and licking his pecker everywhere except the tip. Now we'll find 
out. I'll pump up and down on the entire end of your cock and all of you 
count the number of times until you start to squirt into the front of my 
mouth." 

Joyce transferred her lips to the end of the boy's pulsing pecker. Just as 
the end of it disappeared between her lips, she looked up at his face in 
order to watch the rest of the sucking-fuck being performed on him. 

Her avid caressing began, and her eager audience began counting. So far 
along with this exhilarating fuck was Tippy that his body began squirming. 
Joyce's squeezing lips brought him along so fast that just as everyone 
counted three out loud, the semen burst from his pecker into the married 
woman's clasping, kissing lips and mouth. 

When Tippy was through, Joyce held his member firmly in her mouth so that 
the last of the semen would trickle onto her tongue. Bonnie put her arm 
around Tippy and put her other hand into her own heated cunt, and whispered 
to her partner, "Now do you believe that a married woman knows how to bring 
a man around?" 

"Tippy could only moan, "You're so right!" Joyce eased her lips away from 
Tippy's member and walked slowly to her own bed where Earl was saving a 
position for her right in the spotlight where all her audience would be able 
to watch her finish her first activity with Earl Allen. She lay down beside 
him and nestled in his arms while the other four couples hurried to complete 
their own first fuck of the evening. 

"You and I get to watch the others a little this way," she told Earl. "It's 
extra thrills watching our audience take their own kicks." 

Joyce mentioned to Earl to turn on the tape recorder. He also moved the mike 
as close to their heads as he could so their audience could hear their 
ecstasy. As Earl was already lying on his back, his pecker was pointing 
quite a bit toward his chin. Yummy Joyce placed herself at right angles to 
his body, and leaned over his belly. Earl motioned her to swing her hips 
over his head, but she tried to stop him. 

"Sorry, Earl, you are not allowed to do anything bordering on-my cunt in 
this first activity. I do the whole works." 

She lowered her lips to his pecker and started in to equal the caressing she 
had performed on the young boy who had squirted so eagerly into her mouth. 

A little of the youth's semen was left in the front of her mouth and on her 
lips and she knew some of it would be rubbed onto Earl's cock. Her partner's 
pecker swelled more and more in her mouth, and she kept it close to the 
front but not quite as near her teeth as she had done with Tippy.. In a few 
seconds, she knew she could wait no longer. She slipped Earl's pecker out of 
her mouth. 

With her left hand, she tipped it ever closer toward his chin. With her 
other hand, she cupped her fingers just ahead of the tip. In a few strokes, 
the semen began to eject from his pecker, and his squirming body wiggled so 
much it was only with difficulty that she held her other hand in place to 
catch all the hot fuck sauce. 

When Earl was all through, Joyce motioned to Bonnie to come to their bed. 
Earl's wife hurried to do Joyce's bidding. Joyce laid down on her back. Her 
hand full of semen, she placed it on her own breast and spread it over the 
nipple and surrounding area. She pulled Bonnie's head down to her breast, 
and Earl's wife licked her husband's emission from another wife's breast and 
erect nipple. 

She hurried back to her young partner and found his pecker already hard 
again. Sliding under him, she joined the, other four women in their 
long-delayed first-fucking session of the exciting evening. 

Joyce nestled in Earl's arms, and they watched each couple fucking a few 
seconds at a time, getting extra thrills watching their audience take their 
own swapping pleasure. 

"How do you like this kind of a fucking evening, Earl?" she asked, after the 
four other couples had completed their satisfaction, and they could all hear 
her again. 

"This is the damnedest kind of fucking I ever heard of!" he replied. 

"You mean you don't like it?" 

"Hell, no, this is the greatest. Why don't you give me a hint what the 
second activity is?" he said with his hand on Joyce's unsatisfied cunt. 

"Sorry, I can't do that," she answered. "In five minutes or so, after 
everyone has rested a little more, I'll start it." 

Earl remembered the blonde patch of hair blossoming under Joyce's armpits so 
he moved his head enough to get another good look. Then his lips found the 
neat patch and he nuzzled Joyce until she squirmed with pleasure. 

"I was wondering how long it would take you to give me some excitement 
there. It's real exhilarating to be kissed there when I have a little bush 
for you to explore in," she moaned. 

Earl climbed over her body and gave service to the blonde curls under 
Joyce's other armpit. Joyce began going over her next activity, number 
sixteen, in her mind. 

"Everybody rested?" Several of her audience nodded their heads and there was 
no objection to her going on. Yummy Joyce got to her knees on the bed, and 
right in the spotlight. Holding her gorgeous breasts in both hands, she 
gently and slowly massaged them. In a few seconds, she made her next 
announcement. Her husband watched her while keeping one finger in just the 
outside entrance to young Ila Jayne's butt-hole. 

"My second activity requires one other person besides Earl and myself, one 
of the wives. I will be on my hands and knees on the bed. Earl will use the 
Greek method on me. As soon as he is nicely started, I will motion one of 
the wives to join us. I will show you what to do as we go along after that." 

Joyce turned slowly over, raised her hips and wriggled her bottom in Earl's 
waiting face. 

"You didn't tell us what wife you want for this part of the very important 
screwing." It was her husband, Les, now concerned about his ecstatic wife, 
and getting into position himself to get the best look when Earl Allen began 
his tight penetration. A few seconds later, Joyce answered, "Oh, I think 
Grace would be ideal for this, partly because of her big, gorgeous tits. 
While she is away, maybe Ben can visit one of the other women and play with 
her tits or asshole. Okay, Earl, just a minute." 

She reached around and laid a real wet kiss on Earl's cock, leaving plenty 
of wet saliva to ease his entrance. Back in place once more, she moistened 
one of her own fingers with her lips, then gingerly reached around behind 
herself. Slowly and carefully, she deposited the saliva around her asshole, 
then eased her finger inside it a little way. She took it out and laid her 
head down on the bed, her arms stretched out ahead of her, waiting for Earl 
to slide his pecker into her rectal region. 

Earl edged forward on his knees and his lustful audience watched as he let 
his rampant ramrod wave slowly back and forth just outside Joyce's tight 
anus. He spoke into the mike so everybody could hear, and the tape recorder 
was going now, too. "Do you want to reach back and start it with your 
fingers?" he asked. 

"No, Earl, take you time and see if you can get it in without any help at 
all." 

"You'll have to relax a lot in order to do that." 

"I know," his partner answered, "and, if you don't hurry, maybe I can make 
it." 

Earl Allen's snub-nosed weapon nuzzled around all the entrance to Joyce's 
rear, surrounded by dark blonde curls, affording little protection. 

"Act like you're letting a fart, Joyce," It was Ben Deane. 

"That's just what I am trying to do," laughed Joyce over her shoulder. A few 
seconds later, Earl's pecker found just the right angle and the right amount 
of a little opening in Les' wife's butt-hole to make a start. 

Joyce straightened her back a little, and Earl gained some more room. As 
their audience of traded husbands and wives and a teenage couple watched, 
the rest of Earl's cock slid slowly into Joyce's asshole until his nuts 
rested quietly against her soft buttocks. She raised her head and motioned 
to Grace. The latter reached down and gently removed Ben Deane's fingers 
from her own slippery twat. She whispered to him, "Since Joyce suggested you 
go and spend a little time with another woman while I'm gone, here's your 
chance to see Ila's amorous nakedness up real close. I'll bet she likes two 
partners some of the time." 

While Grace was crawling into position on the spotlighted bed with Earl and 
Joyce, Ben hurried over to Ila Jaynes' and Les Cooks' bed. Ila spoke into 
the mike before Grace was ready to do what Joyce wanted. "Les, take your 
fingers out of my cunt and put one hand over my breast. Ben, you put your 
hand over my other breast. I like my tits tended to by two men at the same 
time and it will keep my cunt excited enough since we have to wait until the 
second activity is over before we can really fuck again later." 

The men were only too glad to oblige. So, a young girl had her breasts just 
where she liked them, and the two married men positioned themselves on the 
bed so as to get the best look at the trio in the spotlight. Joyce motioned 
Grace to lie down in front of her and the latter scooted down, spreading her 
legs wide apart as she did so. 

She stopped just below Joyce's face, her cunt lips entirely exposed to 
Joyce's lustful gaze. She moved her head a little sideways and motioned Earl 
to take a good look. He did. 

"You have to watch us real carefully, Earl," she told him. "Be cautious 
about your fucking in my rear so as to make your emission just as Grace has 
her orgasm. I will suck and lick her cunt until she comes. You see what I 
mean?" Earl understood, and started gentle, slow motions back and forth 
inside Joyce's rectal canal. Joyce knelt to her task and Grace gasped as the 
other wife's lips and tongue began their service all along the inside 
surface of her already hot cunt. 

Joyce's hands reached up and encircled Grace's left tit. Grace took the hint 
and began to massage her right breast herself, working it exotically back 
and forth in her delicate fingers. Earl watch Grace's facial expression all 
the while. As the excitement of Joyce's lips and tongue all around her 
palpitating cunt increased to the boiling point, Earl increased the speed 
and intensity of his ramming the tight clutches of Joyce's asshole. 

"He gasped and poured the offering of his balls and pecker into Joyce's 
entrails just as Grace reached the apex of her orgasm. 

The trio in the spotlight managed to lie down beside each other in time to 
watch some of their audience go about their own varieties of fucking, 
especially interesting being Ila sucking Ben's cock until it squirted into 
her young mouth just as Les Cooks flooded her waiting twat. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

After several minutes of quiet moaning as the ten fuckers and fuckees 
rested, Jennie stood up and started to leave the living room. 

"Where are you going?" Les asked. 

"I have to go to the bathroom and take a piss." 

"Forget it!" 

"Forget it? How can I do that?" 

"I'll show you." Les reached under the side of the mattress to the floor and 
drew out a small carton. Opening it, he brought out a small pot with a 
handle. 

"Some men like to watch a woman when she is taking a piss. So, two of us 
went to the store and bought five pots." He brought out one more and held it 
up. "So, we would like each woman to have one beside her bed. Then, when she 
is ready to piss, she will make an appropriate announcement and we can all 
enjoy watching. Anybody object?" 

Some of the wives giggled, but none objected. Les passed the rest of the 
pots around to each wife and Ila had one. "Now," he said to Jennie, "stand 
on the mattress, squat down so we can all eye what you are doing, and let 
nature take its course." 

Jennie complied, slowly lowering her hips and then holding the pot between 
her legs with one hand. She faced as many viewers as she could, then, with 
the other hand, separated the lips of her cunt so as to allow her hot piss 
to make as small a stream as possible. 

A minute later, the golden amber piss started. Watching it closely, Bonnie 
Allen whispered to young Tippy Gans, "You know, that is kind of cute to 
watch, come to think of it. When I have to take a piss, do you want to be 
real close so you can get a good look at a married woman pissing?" 

"That would be a wonderful thrill," Tippy answered. 

"Maybe I'll be ready after the third activity," Earl's wife half-promised 
the youth. 

"Well, Joyce, let us know about your third activity. We're getting anxious." 
It was Ben Deane, remembering the thrill of squirting his manhood into young 
Ila's gripping lips. 

Joyce spoke into her mike and the tape recorder also picked it up. "It is 
fairly simple, but rather exciting for most persons, and satisfying. I will 
pick out another husband to join us under the spotlight. He will lick and 
suck and kiss my cunt until I am almost ready to come. Then I will push his 
head away, and Earl will ram his pecker into my waiting cunt until I have my 
ecstasy." 

"What happens to the other husbands?" 

"Well, they will have to hurry back to their partner, and if he is too 
excited to watch Earl and me, he can start in fucking her." Joyce looked 
over the waiting, eager men on the other beds. Then she motioned to Tippy 
Gans. "Come on over, Tippy. You haven't sucked a married woman's cunt for 
quite a while, have you?" 

"No," he replied, "and I think it would be real fun." He hurried from 
Bonnie's arms and onto Earl and Joyce's bed. Joyce spread her legs wide, and 
Earl lay alongside her, where he could massager her prominent breasts. Tippy 
lowered his head and took a long look at Joyce's extended clitoris and moist 
cunt lips. 

He gingerly sought out her clitoris with his tongue. At the first contact, 
Joyce gasped and clamped her legs around the youth's head. 

"Oh, Tippy," she moaned after a few seconds, "that is so delicious. Trade 
off between my clit and as far as you can reach into my cunt lips. Then, go 
all the way up and down my cunt from my asshole to the curls that lead up to 
my navel section. Then back to my clit and my vulva. Very soon, you will be 
giving me the real treatment if you do what I say." 

Earl placed one hand over Joyce's left breast, and Joyce put one of her 
hands over his to direct the massage action. With the other hand, she held 
Tippy's head down to excite the thrilling action in her welcoming cunt. The 
youth alternately used his tongue and his lips in the exploration of Joyce's 
burning cunt, the action bringing forth hot froth from every pore to greet 
his searching lips and tongue. Just as he almost reached her asshole, she 
gasped again. 

"This time, take your head away and start again high up, just where my cunt 
hairs leave off and my crack begins. Keep your tongue real stiff and as far 
out as you can. Use it like a cock to run slowly down until you come to my 
clitoris again. Then, just glide over it and keep on all the way through my 
vulva and on till you are almost to my asshole again. Earl, put your hand on 
my other breast. This is excruciating pleasure, men! Oh, oh, I could die of 
pleasure!" Just as Tippy reached the edge of her hole, she moaned and pulled 
his head up. "Quit before I have my orgasm!" she demanded. "Hurry back to 
Bonnie and ram her for all you're worth!" 

As Tippy crawled away and hurried back to Earl's wife, Joyce kissed Earl's 
cock. It was entirely erect and ready for ramrod action of its own. 

Bonnie cuddled Tippy in her arms and spoke into her mike. "Stay right here a 
minute, Tippy. I want to kiss your lips and tongue until I get all the 
delicious sauce you brought from Joyce's cunt. Oh, how sweet its nectar! No 
wonder a man wants to suck and lick a woman's crack when it tastes this 
good!" 

It did not take long for Earl to fire his gun, but he had to hurry because 
Joyce had already been so heated up by the youth's penetrating cunt-sucking 
and ecstatic kissing. The other fuckers hurried through their screwing, and 
another rest period set in. Each couple could hear a nearby couple groan and 
moan in the after-swooning of mate-swapping fucking. 

Half an hour later, Joyce spoke into her mike again, also making sure the 
recorder was on, too. 

"Everybody listening?" she queried. There were one or two lazy answers. "My 
fourth and last activity for the evening needs another man and another wife. 
Who want to volunteer?" 

"I will," answered Al. "And I don't even know what it is." 

"I think you will like it, anyway." 

"I'll be the other woman," volunteered Bonnie Allen. "The rules don't forbid 
me from being on the same bed as my husband, do they?" 

"No, as long as you don't screw each other," replied Earl. So Al Bacus and 
Bonnie Allen joined Joyce and Earl in the spotlight bed. 

"Hey," Tippy called out, "Bonnie, you promised you would let me watch you 
piss after the third activity." 

"Maybe she isn't ready yet," replied Jennie, getting up and hurrying over to 
Tippy's bed. "Wouldn't I do just as well? Besides, I am bursting to take a 
piss anyway. Do you mind? I will do it before the others start and I am 
without a partner lying with me during the first part of this activity, 
anyway." She already was lifting the pot up onto the bed. 

"Okay by me," Tippy replied. 

"Just to make it more interesting," Jennie explained, "since Les Cooks and 
Ben Deane are the only other husbands, let them come over here and watch." 
The two scurried. "Now, Tippy, you lie down on the bed." 

The young man complied with her idea. Jennie placed the pot on Tippy's 
chest. "Now, then, you other two men lie down with your heads on either side 
of Tippy's head. Then you can all three watch." 

Jennie faced Tippy's head, and slowly squatted. About five inches from the 
rim of the shiny pot, she stopped. She looked at the eager expression of the 
two husbands and the youth before her. With her left hand, she gently placed 
her two fingers in her long crack and brought them to a stop on either side 
of her piss-crack. 

"Ready fellows?" 

They all nodded slightly and the trio as well as the others in the room 
listened without making a noise of any sort. Then, finally, Jennie's piss 
began to flow. As it collected more and more in the pot, the noise changed 
from a high tinkle to a more bass quality. It swirled and scampered in a 
twisting stream as the trio of men watched while Jennie's delicate fingers 
bordered the little piss-hole. The sound now became fainter and fainter, and 
finally stopped altogether. Then, there was nothing except individual drops 
as Jenny finished emptying her bladder, and smiled at her appreciative 
audience. 

With two fingers, she wiped the opening, and let each of the three men lick 
her fingers. "WOW!" both husbands and young Tippy exclaimed. 

"Wasn't that pretty cute, Tippy?" Joyce called over to him. 

"WOW!-you can say that again" he replied. "I hope Ila will let me watch her 
do that real often." 

"Okay, I will, if you say so," the girl answered. "I didn't know you liked 
it so much." 

"What is the rest of the fourth activity, Joyce?" It was Grace. 

"Well," she answered, "the extra husband and wife will take turns, about two 
or three minutes at a time, to lick and kiss my twat. Then, just when I am 
about to let go, Earl will ram his cock into me and make me come. 

"If nobody cares, Al and Bonnie could stay here on our bed and screw each 
other then the rest of you on the other beds finish your fucking however you 
are paired off. One other thing. Before Bonnie lies down to be screwed here, 
I want her to put her finger into my asshole a while after Earl gets his 
pecker into my burning cunt." 

Al and Bonne hurried over to Joyce and Earl's bed. "Who is going to be 
first?" Bonnie asked, her hand on Al's cock, already beginning to rise to 
the occasion of bringing excitement to Joyce's wet cunt. "Why don't you be 
first?" she went on. "Besides, I like to watch a man with an educated tongue 
while he gives delight to another wife's cunt. And, another thing. While you 
are taking your contented turn at her cunt, reach up with one hand and 
thrill Joyce's breast. I will do the same thing to her other breast. You 
know, Al, a wife likes to have her breasts thrilled by two persons at the 
same time, and if one is a man and the other a woman, it is even more 
thrilling. Right Joyce?" 

"You're so right, woman. I want fill the thrills I can get, now that this is 
my fourth and last activity of the night," Joyce answered. 

Al spread Joyce Cooks' legs wide apart and gazed at her moist cunt area 
before bending to perform for her. Les Cooks moved with Ila Jaynes a little 
to get a better look at the way Al Bacus and Bonnie Allen would be servicing 
his wife's cunt. Al slowly lowered his head. Two inches away from Joyce's 
vulva, he began to smell her cunt, already laden with the extra aroma of 
other men's semen. Then he reached one hand up to Joyce's left breast. 

Bonnie followed his example by placing delicate fingers over Joyce's right 
tit. They both began to squeeze simultaneously. Then Al lowered his head the 
final two inches to place his lips against Joyce's inflamed vulva. His mouth 
opened and covered the surface. As Joyce's hips quivered in ecstasy, he 
slowly opened his lips and pressed his tongue between Joyce's labia. She 
quivered in ever more ecstasy. 

Then, as part of his plan, Al's tongue began an up and down motion 
throughout the entire length of Joyce's cunt lips. After several trips, he 
stiffened his tongue and made it into a short pecker as it slowly covered 
every speck of surface. Up and down it went, then left her labia to reach up 
to the cunt curls at the base of her pelvis. His stiffened tongue went all 
the way to the other end of her private parts, stopping short of her 
asshole, but not before Al could smell the rich aroma of her asshole area. 

Joyce moaned in total agony, then grabbed Al's hand and pulled it out of her 
cunt region. "Oh, Al," she groaned, "you'll have to let up a little or I 
will let loose of everything. Bonnie, you take a turn now after a few 
seconds. Al, tell her just what you did. I want it just the same, but with a 
woman doing it." 

"Sure thing, Joyce. Bonnie, when you first put your lips down on Joyce's 
crack, you give those pouting lips all the thrills you can with your own 
mouth lips. This should be extra thrilling with you doing it because a 
woman's lips are more delicate than a man's. Then, move your lips slowly all 
over the surface of her cunt lips, up and down and then sideways, all over 
the territory. Don't miss any part of it. 

"Then, stiffen your tongue, put it between your lips as far as it will go, 
and use it like a short cock. Move it slowly up and down over the same 
territory, then sideways. Finally, go up toward her navel a ways. Then back 
down all the way, and stop just short of Joyce's butt-hole. You will be able 
to smell it a little. Then it will be my turn again." 

Bonnie knelt over the other wife's crack, and began to follow directions. 
She also put her hand over Joyce's other breast, and Al switched hands so as 
to put one over Joyce's other tit. He continued talking. 

"You, Joyce, had better have Earl come and lay over you face, holding 
himself up in the middle so you can lick his pecker. Then he will be exactly 
ready to ram you when Bonnie and I are sucking and licking your juicy cunt." 

"You are so right, man," Joyce moaned, motioning Earl to obey. Earl put his 
middle over Joyce's face and her eager lips found his waiting prick. Seconds 
later, she put her hands over the hands of Al and Bonnie's on her tits. She 
squeezed and guided them in their caressing of her gorgeous tits. 

As Bonnie's tongue formed into a short prick, Joyce took her lips away from 
Earl's cock long enough to gasp, "The rules don't say how many times you two 
will trade off sucking and licking my cunt. You are so damned thrilling I 
can't stand any more than once from each of you. Bonnie, go down real slow a 
while longer until I lick Earl's pecker into a little more readiness. Then, 
when I put my hand down on your hair, quit and come and lay down beside me. 

"Stay right close beside me and fuck the living daylights out of Al while 
Earl screws my cunt into a limp pulp. You hear me?" 

Bonnie resumed her delicious task, slowly using her tongue as a 
saliva-tipped cock. 

On another bed, Ila Jaynes watched in utter fascination. "Les, would you 
like me to suck and lick you cock a little while before you fuck me?" 

"I can't think of anything I would rather have happen to me than to have my 
pecker thrilled by a young girl's lips," Les replied, unable to take his 
eyes off the exhilaration his wife was receiving at the tonguing by Bonnie 
Allen and the caresses his wife was giving Earl Allen's growing pecker. 

"Okay, Les, when Earl finishes fucking your wife into orgasm, I will kneel 
down over your middle and kiss and suck you for a while. I won't let you 
squirt into my mouth, though. We'll save that for another time. I need 
another shot of semen in my juicy cunt before we quit for the evening. 

Just then, Joyce pulled Bonnie's head away from her cunt area. "Oh," she 
groaned, "I can't stand it any longer." Bonnie lay down beside her, and Al 
quickly straddled her. 

"Hurry up, Earl," Al gasped, you're supposed to finish fucking Joyce before 
the other couples actually start their own. We're so close by we can hardly 
wait." Earl huddled into position, his rampant reamer sliding into Joyce's 
crack as she made it easy for him. 

"Listen, Al, put your cock into my crack and lie still." It was Bonnie 
talking. "Then we'll watch the facial expressions since we are right beside 
them. Just as Earl begins to squirt, you start your in-and-out motions and 
it will not take us long to catch up." 

Al knew she spoke the truth. They watched Earl Allen and Joyce Cooks, only 
inches away from their own faces. 

Earl's chest mashed Joyce's mammoth tits as his furious screwing reached its 
midway point. Joyce moaned in utter pleasure-agony. "You're about to pop, 
aren't you?" they all heard her gasp. Earl's answer was longer strokes. Then 
they shortened little by little and everybody knew he was losing his whipped 
cream in Joyce's grabbing cunt. 

This was Al's signal to start on Bonnie's crack. Just as Earl finished his 
emission, he reached his hand over to his wife's tit and held it over the 
nipple while Al commenced his own fucking pleasure. It was still there when 
Al shot his wad. 

On another bed, Ila left off kissing and licking Les' cock in time to keep 
it from going off in her mouth. She quickly lay down in time for his cock to 
begin ravishing her young twat. The other two couples in the wife-swapping 
orgy could hold back no longer, and Ben Deane discharged his load into 
Grace's crack seconds before Tippy let go with all the vigor of his young 
manhood into his partner-wife's crack. Thus did the first night of the 
wife-swappers' vacation end with five couples paired off with other spouses 
and partners, to dream about four more exciting exhibitions of activities 
featuring another wife the next night. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Nobody hurried out of the sack the next morning, you may be sure. It was 
nearly eleven when the first stirring went on. They were figuring on only 
two meals per day. It was Grace Bacus' turn to prepare brunch, and Jennie's 
turn to prepare dinner. Al and Ben were hiking along the lakeshore when they 
suddenly came on a young couple about to get as intimate as it is possible 
to get. 

They were just around the corner of a huge rock. The young man swore under 
his breath and glared up at the intruders. "There's not a bit of privacy 
along this whole fucking lake," he muttered, rolling off his young partner. 

"Why, what seems to be the matter?" asked Ben, sensing that he might be of 
some help. The girl hastened to cover herself with her skimpy clothing which 
left little to the imagination. 

"Well," the young man went on, "we're both attending Northern College, and 
we came up here to spend two weeks with my friend's uncle and aunt in their 
cabin. They're very strict and make us sleep in separate rooms, and they are 
such light sleepers that they would hear us if we tried to get together in 
the middle of the night. Now, when we get out here in the daytime ... well, 
you can see for yourselves what has happened." 

Al and Ben had to laugh at the young man's predicament. When they were quiet 
again, Al spoke to Ben. "Listen, I have a little idea. Come over here-and 
you two, don't go away. I may have just the remedy for your aches and 
pains." The two men stepped into the forest and Al explained his idea to 
Ben. 

"Why don't we tell them about our arrangement at the cabin? If they are at 
all interested, we'll go back to the cabin, tell the rest of our people 
about them, and vote on it. If it's agreed, we'll invited them to spend the 
rest of the week with us. There's one more bed, you know, and room in the 
living room. I wouldn't mind getting some of that young screwing myself, 
what about you?" 

"That goes for me, too, Al. I'm all for it. But what will they tell the aunt 
and uncle. We don't want them to know about us, that is for sure." 

"I should say not, Ben. They can tell them that a professor and his wife 
from the college have invited them to spend the weekend with them." 

"Yeah, they could do that. Okay, you do the talking." 

"Sure, Ben." 

The two returned to the students, and Al explained the situation, on 
condition that if they did not accept the invitation, they would not say 
anything about it to anyone else. The two listened with extreme interest, 
and finally, the young stud asked his girl, "Well, what do you say to that? 
Oh, by the way, my name is Ned Harney, and my friend here is Sue Icor." 
"Wow'," she said, "it sounds terrific-if I understand you right, there are 
several couples and you trade wives every night?" 

"Yeah, that's it miss. There are several details which make the night's 
frolics even more interesting, but I won't tell you about them until it is 
decided whether you will join us. I guess the best way is for you to walk 
back with us to the cabin. We'll get as many as we can, explain your 
situation, and take a vote on inviting you in. You know a better way, Ben?" 

"No, that suits me." 

Sue started to get up, partially clutching her dress against her. "I guess 
you men don't mind a little bare tit, do you?" If you don't, it will be 
easier for me to get his outfit on." 

Al and Ben got delightful glimpses of round breasts and little tendrils of 
rich auburn curls below her navel. 

Finally Sue was dressed and the four started for the cabin. About half of 
the guests were down by the water's edge, and Al told them to go up to the 
cabin with him while he sketched the situation for them. The rest were 
inside, some napping, and Jennie was busy preparing dinner, helped by Ila 
and Les. 

Al introduced the visitors and explained their situation. While they were 
thinking over their problem, Sue commented, looking at Ila, "You didn't tell 
us you had a couple younger than ourselves." 

Ila smiled back at Sue and replied, "You might get a crack at my Tippy and I 
might get a crack at your Ned. Or maybe, I should say he would get a crack 
at my crack! Yeah, how about that?" She wiggled her saucy hips and Ned took 
it all in. 

Earl continued the conversation. "Well, what do you say? If nobody objects, 
I say let them come in and be a part of us. Maybe they will learn something 
from us and we will learn something from them." 

There was no objecting vote, and the pair were taken into the living room 
and shown the arrangement of the beds, the mikes, and the tape recorder. 

"We'd better loan them a car so they can get their things down here as soon 
as possible. Then we can get a little better acquainted during supper, and 
be all ready for the evening's festivities," suggested Ben. "They can use my 
car." He handed them the key, and the new couple left to move into the 
wife-swappers' nook. 

"Wow!" exclaimed Les, as the two were departing, "is she ever a humpy 
number!" 

"Well, Ned has plenty of manhood about him if I am any judge," chimed in 
Grace Bacus. "Did you see the way his pants bulged over his cock?" 

"I couldn't take my eyes off them the whole time," giggled Joyce. 

The college couple made it back to the cabin in record time, and were just 
in time for dinner. Instead of ten persons, it was twelve who sauntered into 
the living room after dinner was over, and waited for the dish-washing crew 
to complete its chores. Two of the men brought the extra bedspring and 
mattress from one of the bedrooms, and set it up alongside one of the 
others. 

While this was going on, Earl gave Sue the list of activities to read. As 
she went over the list, her eyes popped and her breathing became heavier. 
"Zowie," she screamed, "I get hot just reading about them-but, how do I get 
my share?" 

"Well, Earl explained, There were about twenty-four activities to start 
with-with five wives, or actually four wives and Ila, each taking four, 
which left an extra four. So, I guess the only fair way would be for you to 
take the remaining four." 

"Well, I guess that would be as good as any. Which are the only four left?" 

Earl scanned down the list. "Well, there's 4, 9, 15, and 19. How do they 
look to you?" 

"Before I answer, does anyone care if someone sits close and puts his hand 
inside my halter and quiets my tittie a little?" 

"No, we don't mind at this time of night," answered Grace, "anything like 
that is all right from now on. We kind of do little things like that to each 
other while we are getting ready for the real bed frolics. I want to be the 
first wife's breast for Ned to see." 

Grace slowly peeled her shoulder strap down over one shoulder and gently 
eased it over the nipple of one gorgeous tit. 

"Ned's eyes popped and he walked over to Grace's place on the bed and sat 
beside her to get a better look as Grace quietly massaged it while the 
audience watched. 

"Okay, people, let's get started," Earl urged. "It's Ila's turn, and I know 
we will all want to see what a young woman does when she strips for the 
entertainment of an appreciative audience. For the pairing off, each husband 
or man moves around one bed to the left. 

"This means that my wife, Bonnie, who is the featured wife for tonight, will 
be paired off with Ben. Ila will be with Al Bacus, Grace with our college 
man, Jennie will attend to my pecker, Joyce with our high school humper, and 
Sue will be getting acquainted with Les' prick and huge balls." 

The couples were quickly united, and Sue Icor whispered to Les Cooks, "Wow, 
you people really do talk about what you're doing, don't you?" 

"Oh, yes, Sue, we have everything out in the open. It is more exciting that 
way. You should hear some of the wives talk about what they are doing and 
how it feels. They are all true followers of the sport of fucking," Les 
assured her. 

"Oh, Les, it makes me hot just to hear you talk about fucking. This is the 
first time you've heard me say anything about it. Does it excite you too?" 

"Oh, yes, and one of the things we do is whisper among ourselves when a wife 
is stripping or putting on her performance. You can talk into the mike if 
you want the others to hear. It is all absolutely uninhibited. Nothing is 
held back. We just want the ultimate in man-woman relations." 

"Now, I know I am going to enjoy this. A live conversation about what is 
going on. Oh, there goes Ila starting to strip. Let's watch. Put your hand 
inside the space between my thighs. Let it move slowly, just once in a 
while." 

Les did as he was told, as he leaned back on the bed, and watched Ila as she 
started to disrobe. 

With only a halter and shorts to remove, this would not take long. But Ila 
knew what she was doing. She whispered to her partner, Al, "You'll have to 
excuse me a little bit. I can only do my strip by being away from you most 
of the time. You can pay more attention to my cunt when I get back, to make 
up for it." 

Ila strutted to the bed where Grace and Ned were clutching each other. 
Kneeling down in front of Grace on the edge of the bed, Ila slid one side of 
her halter down over her left breast and placed it in front of Grace's 
mouth. The latter responded by kissing and licking it. Ila covered it again 
and then slowly slid the other side down over the right breast. 

She offered it to Grace also, who repeated the caressing motions. Ila 
covered it again. Then, holding her halter against herself with one hand, 
she slid her bikini down over her hips with the other hand. She pressed her 
cunt hairs against Ned's face, and murmured, "Kiss it quickly and gently, 
big boy." 

Ned complied and ran his tongue inside her young cunt lips and against her 
warm clitoris. Ila quickly backed away from Ned, pulled her bikini up around 
her hips and went over to Jennie and Earl's bed. She repeated the thrilling 
process with that pair, and then headed for Joyce and Tippy's bed. 

"Look, Les, she's going to have every woman here suck and lick her tits and 
every man kiss her cunt," Sue told him. "You don't mind me joining in on the 
frank conversation, do you?" 

"I should say not! I enjoy it, especially with someone new," Les assured 
her. 

But Sue was wrong. Just as Ila bared her left breast, she leaned sideways 
and popped it into her friend Tippy's waiting mouth. Then the right breast. 
Joyce smiled at this change in the procedure, anticipating the chance to 
kiss the young angel's cunt herself. Sure enough, Ila slid her bikini down, 
and bent her knees enough to allow Joyce to bestow a sweet kiss on the 
girl's warm cunt lips. She then hurried to Sue and Les' bed, where she gave 
them the same thrill. 

When she returned to her own bed, she threw her halter and bikini away, and 
presented herself naked to her partner for the night, Al Bacus. 

"Now I'm all yours, big stud, for all night. Kiss both my tits and my cunt 
lips, and then we'll watch the featured wife and her partner show us some 
real fancy fucking!" 

Bonnie Allen also did a seductive strip-tease, but did not make as much of a 
production as young Ila had done. She was anxious to put on her first 
activity for the benefit of her watching audience as well as to sample Ben's 
sexual prowess. Just as her brief panties fell to her ankles and she kissed 
them, and carelessly flung them against the far wall, Bonnie announced, 
"Well, people, my first activity is one of the best for me there is. I will 
French Ben to completion. My husband and any other husband I've ever sucked 
and licked, will tell you that I really enjoy a thick, hard pecker between 
my lips and down my throat. 

"There is a little different twist about finishing off Ben's cock that I 
will wait until just the last few seconds to tell you about." 

Bonnie reached over for Ben Deane's cock and held it lightly and delicately 
between her fingers. What little lack of erectness it needed was quickly 
overcome as Bonnie's questing fingers moved swiftly over its length and down 
the churning balls below. "I don't know how much Ila and Sue know about 
kissing men's prick, but perhaps they will pick up a few pointers here in 
these evenings of swapping together." 

Ever so slowly, Bonnie moved her head over to the middle of Ben's body, 
until her soft, pouting lips hovered over Ben's throbbing cock, waiting for 
her ministrations. As it swayed back and forth, Bonnie watched, lustfully. 

"Oh, what a beautiful flag-waving!" she screeched. "I hope I can make you 
spurt a big wad of fuck sauce-that wonderful liquid that tastes so right! I 
can hold all in my mouth that you can deliver, big stallion! Jennie surely 
is a lucky wife, and so is any other wife who can get you naked in bed and 
operate on that rampant pecker. Can I taste its goodness now?" 

Without waiting for an answer, Bonnie slowly reached over with her lips and 
touched Ben's cock just as it was waving past her nose. Then she eased her 
carmine lips over the very tip of it, while Ben squirmed with the first 
contact. At this lustful sight, the other couples clung closer to each 
other, fingers delved into moist and soppy cunts or agitated erect clits. 
Most of the wives clasped their own breasts tightly in their own hands. 

"Careful, woman, the way you're going at it, I won't last any time at all," 
Ben gasped into the mike and the tape recorder. Bonnie smiled, and turned 
her head a little so her watchers could see how her lips just barely settled 
over the reddened knob of Ben's gigantic prick. 

"She's got her tongue wandering all over the surface of my pecker," Ben 
moaned so everyone could hear. Seconds later, Bonnie slowly removed her lips 
from Ben's cock and let her watchers look. 

The prick was even redder than before if that were possible, and turgid to 
the bursting point. As it was still waving back and forth, Bonnie moved her 
mouth to Ben's balls and began a complete tongue bath. 

When it became apparent that his balls and pecker were about to merge into 
one instrument, Bonnie let up again. Then, slowly up and down on his hard 
cock, she began a tantalizing journey, alternately kissing along the surface 
and alternately using her tongue as a laving member. 

"Oh, quit, woman, or I'll lose my whole load of come and my nuts along with 
it," Ben gasped. Bonnie just smiled. 

"Okay, you dear stud, I'll let you and the rest of the group know just how 
the rest of the Frenching operation will be done. Lie on your side. The rest 
of you can stand or kneel at the foot of the bed so you can see better if 
you want. Ben isn't kidding when he says he is just about to fire. His cock 
is real moist around the tip, and I can bring him along whenever I want. 

"Now for the rest of the fun. I will lie down beside his cock, with my mouth 
about three inches from the tip of his rammer. He has to spurt his manhood 
across this three inches into my waiting mouth. I'll put my hand between us 
just below my mouth, and any that misses my mouth, I'll catch in my hand, 
okay everybody?" 

Without waiting for an answer from her newly-assembled group at the foot of 
the bed, Bonnie began kissing and sucking Ben's cock. After a few seconds, 
she withdrew her mouth and quickly put her head down on the mattress. 
Immediately, Ben's creamy river of creamy come began pumping across the 
short valley, to the delight of the on-lookers. 

Five spurts found their mark before any fell on Bonnie's hand, and Ben began 
the agonies of the last of his airy copulation. Bonnie rolled the hot, 
sticky come around in her mouth, revelling in its heat. She held her hand 
against Ben's cock to ease the rest of his fuck sauce into her palm. Then 
she held it until he was through. 

She kissed his pecker lightly. Then she held out her hand with its precious 
cargo toward her audience, smiled at them, and asked, "Who else wants at 
least a little of a married man's discharge? Sue, here is your chance to 
taste at least a little of a married man's discharge." 

Sue crawled onto Bonnie and Ben's bed, and licked up the moistness from 
Bonnie's outstretched hand. While Ben began his rest, Bonnie asked, "Did 
everyone like that?" Nothing but satisfied moans of pleasure answered her, 
and the other couples hurried back to their beds to complete their own first 
fucks of the night, while Ben and Bonnie watched each of the five couples a 
little at a time. 

Ben had his hands over Bonnie's breasts and Bonnie had her hand lightly over 
his cock, as if protecting it from a freeze or other attacker. When the five 
couples finished their fucking; Bonnie was preparing for her second activity 
of the evening. 

"My second activity is fairly simple, but one you don't often see. That is, 
entirely out in the open for a man to see, where the woman or wife is 
entirely uninhibited. Also unhurried. 

"I have to masturbate, and finally, Ben will fuck me as a climax. One reason 
I like this activity is because I am not in a hurry, and I can regulate how 
much I do and how fast I go. In so doing, I can watch the excited looks on 
the faces of my viewers because that is pleasure for me the same as the 
action on myself." 

"Each couple stay where you are," Bonnie went on, "and I will turn every 
little bit so somebody else can see a little bit better. Part of the time, 
you will be able to see my asshole, too. Most people like that, especially 
men. Oh, I almost forgot, I will pay a little attention to Ben's cock as I 
go along. Then, when it is time to fuck me, we will fix it so he will squirt 
as soon as he can after he puts his prick into my cunt." 

Bonnie lay down on the bed in the spotlight, with Ben beside her. She slowly 
spread her knees until they were far apart. Running her right hand slowly 
over each breast, she went on down to her middle and found the beginning 
curls just below her navel. 

On down she went, just feeling the beginning of her cunt area, and finally 
located her clitoris. It hardened and arose under the gentle tip of her 
forefinger. Then, farther down into her cunt cavern her first two fingers 
went, and eased themselves into her vulva. The nearest watchers could see 
the foam forming more and more along her cunt walls. 

Ben himself leaned over and took a good look at his partner for the night, 
gazing excitedly into her completely opened cunt. Bonnie smilingly looked 
back at him, then shifted her soft hips slightly so others of their audience 
could get a better look. Her fingers roamed lightly into the foam-covered 
pinkness, and then slowly slipped out again. 

She gripped her clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, then turned them 
around so as to finger it sideways as she would the tip of a man's pecker. 
Her clitoris turned ever redder, as the blood from her veins began to 
concentrate in her exotic cuntal area, looking at each of her viewers, 
husbands and wives alike. 

She reached again between her cunt lips and gradually increased the 
in-and-out motions of two delicate and understanding fingers. Her hips now 
began to gyrate and then to make up-and-down motions of fucking with a man. 

"Watch, Ben, real close, so you can be thinking just how my crack looks when 
you have your ramrod ravishing the slippery lips down there," Bonnie urged. 

Ben complied, and Bonnie shifted once more so the last of her avid audience 
could see the action in her entire cunt region better. They knew she was 
getting close to her self massaged climax, and no one was surprised when she 
motioned Ben to climb on top of her, but with both hands she held him away 
from her middle. 

Then, taking his cock in her hand, she let him lower himself a little ways. 
Using his pecker just as she had her own delicate fingers, she rubbed it up 
and down on the inside of her palpitating cunt until Ben's cock was 
thoroughly erect and her own system was ready. When Bonnie finally removed 
her hand, and clasped Ben tightly around his hips, Ben started his ramrod 
actions. 

"Oh! Ben!" Bonnie moaned, "Fuck me so your wife can see that you know how to 
ram another woman, and so my husband will know that I will be thoroughly 
satisfied. That's it! More, Ben! Fuck me with that stud rock of yours! FUCK 
ME! FUCK ME! Fuck me until I go out of my skull with delight, until your 
come pours like rain all over my innards. That's it! OH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" 
Bonnie groaned into the mike as Ben's cock gasped its pleasure into her 
burning crack. 

On another bed, Jennie whispered to her partner, Earl Allen, "If you are not 
in too much of a hurry, let's watch one of the couples in the audience a 
little before you actually fuck me to completion." 

"Okay, who do you have in mind?" 

"Wouldn't it be fun to watch a college girl and a married man?" 

"I'm with you! We can play with each other a little while we each watch and 
then we will be all ready when they are through. Put one finger as far as 
you can alongside my pecker with the first joint on my balls. Then move it 
just about a half-inch up and down just once in a while. That will keep me 
real erect." 

"Sure thing, Earl, and, for my part, I want you to put one finger as far as 
you can into my crack, and get it real moist. Then put that finger into my 
asshole and another finger into my cunt while we try to lie still and watch 
Sue and Les. I'll play real careful with your pecker all the time." 

The two gave their attention to Sue and Joyce Cooks' husband as they began 
their second fuck of the evening. Sue was lying on top of Les and spread her 
legs so far apart that Jennie and Earl could clearly see her butt-hole as it 
winked at them in time to the beat of her cunt as it nipped at Les' pecker. 

"WOW!" exclaimed Earl, after a few minutes, does that make me excited! How 
is your cunt? It slips easily all around my finger, as if it were wishing it 
were a cock." 

"It is, Earl, maybe you'd better take your finger out of my asshole and my 
cunt and put your cock in so you can go as soon as Sue and Les mix their sex 
creams. Smell your fingers a little when you take them out, and let me get a 
little whiff, too. I think my cunt smells nice, too, you know, same as the 
other husbands do." Earl followed her suggestions, and by the time they were 
in position, Les was firing his manhood upward into the college girl's 
gripping cunt. Earl followed his example and there was no lost time between 
the end of one couple's fuck and the beginning of the others'. 

After a half hour's rest, Bonnie Allen stirred, began to think about her 
third activity of the evening, and ran her hand lightly over Ben's naked 
body. "It's time for something new in wife-swapping frolics, Ben," she 
whispered. "I think you and our audience will like this." Then, into the 
mike, "Everybody awake! It's time for my third activity. It is the 
seventeenth on the list." 

"Well, don't keep us in suspense any longer," Ned Harney hollered, "what 
kind of fucking can we expect in the next few minutes anyway?" 

"Now, listen, you young college stud, don't get anxious, or I will suspend 
the rules and come over there and suck your prick till all the semen spurts 
out for the rest of the week and you will do no more fucking with these 
passionate wives!" 

"Okay, I was just letting you know I am interested in this exciting 
adventure." 

Bonnie continued, "Just cool a little, and I'll tell you. For this activity, 
I will get on my tummy and raise my butt up where Ben can reach it. He will 
give me the Greek treatment, and I hope he knows how to be gentle then it 
will be fun for both of us." 

"I will be Bonnie," Ben assured her, running his hand lightly over her 
gorgeously rounded buttocks, and just missing her asshole. 

"Now, there is more to it than that. One of the wives is supposed to 
volunteer to get in some more exhilarating varieties. Jennie, how about 
you?" Jennie hurried over to the featured bed and took her place in the 
spotlight. 

"Hokey smoky!" exclaimed Bonnie, "what gorgeous tits!" She ran her hands 
alternately over Jennie's turgid nipples. "I can understand why a man would 
want to spend a lot of time cultivating these jutting jiggles! Now, when Ben 
and I are in position, you are to crawl under us with your cunt near my 
alertly watching eyes and lips. Then your head will be up near my own cunt 
and Ben's ramrodding prick. 

"You get to suck and lick all over his balls, as much of his cock as you can 
find, whatever little bit of my steaming asshole as you can reach, and into 
the heated recesses of my cunt, too. Sound interesting?" 

"Oh, I can hardly wait," answered Jennie, spreading her legs and fingering 
her own cunt so everybody could see. 

"Let's go, Ben," laughed Bonnie, turning over on her tummy. She raised her 
hips, spread her legs, and waited for Ben to bring his cock to her. But Ben 
spoke up first. 

"Listen, Jennie, it would help if you take my prick into your mouth a little 
to anoint it with warm saliva to make my entrance easier. Then, run your 
tongue over Bonnie's asshole to moisten it, too. Then we can go at it." 

Jennie took Ben's cock between two delicate fingers. "I want my husband to 
have an exotic fuck in Bonnie's rear, so I will give it a real nice 
tongue-job to make it nice for both of you." Jennie bent over and gently 
took her husband's prick between her red lips, gently lubricating it and 
adding even more erection to his blood-gorged member. She carefully let go, 
and attended to Bonnie's asshole region with her tongue and lips. Satisfied 
at last, she lay down directly under Bonnie's crack, and Ben edged into 
position above his wife. Slowly, his pecker found Bonnie's rear entrance. 
Jennie reached up and helped guide her husband's cock into Bonnie's ass. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Slowly at first, and then with a jamming action, Ben forced it almost all 
the way in. Bonnie winced and nearly fell down on the bed. Then she 
recovered, and, little by little, pressed her hips back against Ben's 
middle. This was the signal for Jennie to go into action. 

With a big pillow under her head, she reached up and finally found her 
husband's balls with her lips. She kissed them each time Ben withdrew his 
cock from Bonnie's asshole. 

After several strokes, she changed and used her tongue to massage them as 
they came back into position. "Bonnie, can I put one or two fingers into 
your cunt, too?" Jennie asked, between kisses on her hubby's sliding pecker. 

"Oh, that would be thrilling," Bonnie answered, "I have been looking at your 
own cunt too long. So, now, I will reach down and kiss that sweet clitoris. 
And I will put my tongue as far as I can between the lips of your vulva, 
too. I know you will like that, I bet!" 

Bonnie lowered her head to Jennie's cunt, and her hair nearly covered her 
action so that many of her audience of wife-swappers could not quite see the 
actual operation. But the soft motions of her head told them that Jennie's 
cunt was getting the full woman-treatment. Kissing her husband's nuts each 
time they passed her face, Jennie slipped her two forefingers into Bonnie's 
cunt and proceeded to keep her promise to bring her exotic treatment. 

Back and forth went Ben's cock and Jennie knew it would not be long until he 
could fire his cannon. She lowered her head to the pillow and called out to 
their excited audience, "Two more strokes and my husband will have to squirt 
into Bonnie's asshole! Watch!" 

Sure enough, on the second stroke, Ben let go with everything he had. 
Jennie's fingers brought Bonnie's cunt to orgasm, and Bonnie's lips and 
tongue on Jennie's cunt caused so much excitement that Jennie's legs clamped 
Bonnie's head together between them until she blasted her own orgasm. 
Seconds later, Ben's pecker slipped slowly out of Bonnie's asshole, and he 
rolled over on his back. 

Jennie leaped over to him. In full view of their audience of mixed wives and 
husbands, she gently took Ben's cock in her mouth, licking and sucking the 
remains of his semen and whiffing the rich aroma from Bonnie's asshole. 

"Oh, Ned," Grace Bacus moaned from another bed, "you have no idea how I envy 
Jennie. "There is nothing quite equal to sucking and licking a man's prick 
after he has exploded into a woman's butt-hole like Ben did to 
Bonnie-absolutely nothing!" 

All the audience was excited from watching Bonnie's third activity that 
their individual fucks came quickly. Both Bonnie and Jennie put their arms 
around Ben while the three watched the five fucks going on around them. 

Since Jennie had left her swapped husband to help out in the featured 
screwing in the spotlight, Earl Allen visited Les Cooks' and Sue Icor's bed, 
where Sue was only too glad to suck his cock until Earl squirted into her 
mouth just as Les unloaded his wad into the college girl's welcoming cunt. 

The entire group rested or completely slept for nearly an hour when Bonnie's 
voice came over the mike: "Time for my fourth and last activity of the 
evening. Ready everybody?" 

There was a raising of heads on the beds around her, and Jennie went back to 
rejoin Earl Allen while he was still with Les Cooks and Sue Icor. 

"Let's all stay here and have a little multiple fuck for the last of the 
night, what do you say?" she asked. 

"You mean the four of us will all be mixed up?" Sue asked. 

"Yes, that's what she means," Earl replied for her. 

"Oh, I've never done that, but it sounds exciting. Let's do it!" she 
exclaimed. 

She watched Jennie get ready, and followed her example. Jennie put one hand 
over Earl's pecker and the other on Les' balls. Sue, in turn, put one hand 
on Les' prick and the other in a little space left of his balls. Jennie had 
her hand on his balls near the base of his cock, while Sue found a place 
just below, to keep thing warm while they watched Bonnie's last activity of 
the night. 

"Here's the way my last activity goes," Bonnie announced into the mike. "I 
will need another couple to help. Grace, bring that young college stud up 
here and get in on the featured fucking for tonight," she said as she curled 
her finger at them. Grace Bacus and Ned Harney hurried over to take their 
place in the spotlight. 

Bonnie greeted Ned by reaching over and kissing his limp pecker, then 
licking the underside of it, and finally, spreading her lips far apart to 
partially take one nut inside, with the result that Ned nearly reached his 
total erection. Letting loose, Bonnie laughed, and turned to her partner for 
the evening. 

"You gonna get jealous when you see me kissing and licking another man's 
prick?" she teased him, placing her flat hand over as much of Ben's limp 
cock as she could. He shook his headland grinned back at her. 

"Ned, I want you and Grace to alternate kissing and sucking my cunt. When 
you see I am about to explode, let up, and the other will take charge after 
a minute or so. Whoever is not tending to my hot crack, I want to be up here 
fondling my tits. I want Ben to manipulate the other tit. 

"Then, whenever Ned and Grace are changing places with each other, Ben will 
change over to the other breast, so that I get the maximum of everything. As 
we go along, I will tend to Ben's lonesome prick. The rest of it, well, just 
watch and see how it proceeds." 

Bonnie motioned to Ned and he crawled beside her. "You be first, see, with 
your rear up here by my head. You will really get to know what it is like to 
kiss and suck a married woman's cunt before we are through with you this 
week, I'll bet." 

Ned quickly kissed one of Bonnie's breasts and then positioned himself over 
Bonnie's private parts, now so public just for his benefit. Ben lay 
alongside Bonnie on her left. Reaching just forward on Ned's legs, he found 
Bonnie's left breast and concentrated on the underside of her gorgeous 
mammary. 

Grace occupied a like position on Bonnie's other side, and reached her hand 
over, concentrating on her friend's rich, brown nipple. Ned slowly lowered 
his mouth to Earl Allen's wife's palpitating cuntal area, and started in to 
give her pleasure. 

"For the benefit of you who can't see the action up here," Bonnie announced 
into the mike, "I will try to make Ned fire it all. When you see me reach up 
to him with my lips or tongue, I will just barely touch something. He will 
get plenty hard while he excites my cunt, so I will just be putting a little 
frosting on the cake up here." 

"Would that be whipped cream frosting?" someone asked from another mike." 

"you better believe it!" Bonnie answered She reached her mouth up a few 
inches and just touched the tip of Ned's cock for a few seconds. Ned jerked 
and would have clamped his legs together except for the fact that his knees 
were straddling Bonnie's shoulders. Ben and Grace were so close that they 
could see this action, and smiled at each other. 

A few seconds later, Bonnie found Ned's nuts. Opening her lips wide, she 
gently eased her tongue forward in her mouth until is slid back and forth on 
his churning nuts. Bonnie suddenly let up, and gave herself over to enjoying 
Ned's lips and tongue on her heated cunt. 

"Listen, Grace, some of the time you can reach under Ned's tummy and find 
his cock and balls, but be sure to be real gentle so as not to make him 
fire." 

Grace eased her other hand under Ned's middle and complied with Bonnie's 
suggestion. Bonnie looked at Ben and saw that his cock was now nearly erect. 

"Watching Ned suck and kiss my cunt while you roll my breast around is 
making your cock good and hot, Ben," she said, reaching one hand over to it 
to emphasize her remarks, idly cupping it in her palm Then Ned's action on 
her cunt caused her to gasp, "Oh, Ned, you'll have to quit or I will come." 

Ned obeyed, and, while Ben and Grace took their hands away from Bonnie's 
tits, Grace started to take her place at Bonnie's crack. "Which way do you 
want me?" she asked. 

"Oh, with sweet, wide hips up here, you darling cunt-capper," Bonnie 
replied. "That way, the men can watch your cunt while they tend to my tits." 

"That would be real nice, all right," Grace eased one leg over Bonnie's 
head, squatted a little over Bonnie, and bent her own head to the 
exhilarating thrill of tonguing and licking Bonnie's cunt, hoping that Earl 
could see all the action on his wife. 

Motioning Ned and Ben to her, Bonnie put an arm around each, pulling their 
heads to her shoulders where they could look up at Grace's widely-spread 
crack surrounded by luxurious, curling cunt hairs in glorious red 
exuberance, "you don't often see real red curls on a woman's cunt, but Grace 
sure has 'em, doesn't she, fellows?" Bonnie asked. Ned and Ben could only 
nod is lustful assent as they took in the exposed cunt lips before them, 
spread for their own nocturnal enjoyment. 

"This is the very first redhead's cunt I have actually seen," Ned concurred. 
"My pecker will stay hard just watching it." Grace smiled to herself as she 
moved her tongue like a hard, short pecker up and down on Bonnie's cunt 
area. The men put their hands over Bonnie's tits and she gave herself up to 
the trio of pleasure-givers at their command. 

"With your other hand, you men could play with different parts of Grace's 
cunt as long, as she is tending to my twat," Bonnie told them. They were 
only too willing to help out. "Sometimes a woman likes to have two men 
admiring her cunt at the same time, especially if they are gentle. Now I 
have two men's hands on my tits and Grace has two men's fingers on her 
cunt." 

In just a few minutes, Grace could feel Bonnie's cunt approaching a climax, 
so she let up. "Just in time, Grace, I was just about to come," Bonnie 
moaned. 

Ned and Grace changed positions over Bonnie again. This time, Bonnie put her 
hands over Ben and Grace's hands and directed their titillations on her 
tits. Ned increased his motions of his tongue and lips on Bonnie's cunt, 
and, when her legs clamped around his hand until he could not get loose, 
kept up a continuous motion until Bonnie finally moaned and groaned out a 
glorious spasm of delightful orgasm. 

Grace motioned Ned to lie down beside Bonnie, where she quickly straddled 
him and rammed his pecker up into her super-heated crack. Ben climbed over 
Bonnie and quickly penetrated her raging crack. In just seconds, both men 
inundated their partners, and the four other mate-swapping couples succeeded 
in finishing their final fucking operations for the second night of the 
frolicking vacation. 

All of the couples lay there, exhausted, hardly moving at all. Little drops 
of come still spurted every now and then from one of the men's cocks and a 
woman could be heard sighing every once in a while. 

So ended another marathon fucking session in the cabin and everyone 
collapsed in a pool of fresh come. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The five couples who started their erotic vacation together and who were now 
six couples with the addition of the college kids, slept the sleep of the 
sexually satisfied. Bonnie was the first to awake just before noon, and she 
started for the bathroom. Just as she arose from the edge of her bed, her 
partner of the night before, Ben Deane, stirred and remembered a little 
detail. 

"Hey, Bonnie, you're forgetting something." 

"What's that?" she asked, pausing. 

"You're supposed to piss in your little pot." 

"Oh, yeah, that's right." 

She located it at the head of the bed, on the floor. Their conversation 
roused most of the other couples and they all raised sleepy heads to watch. 
Bonnie got back on the bed where Ben could watch, along with the rest of the 
swapped couples. 

Then, each of the other women in turn followed suit, so that each one had 
the satisfaction of letting all the other members of the group watch while 
she took her first piss of the day. 

"Hey," Jennie quipped, as she placed her little pot between her legs so she 
could piss her share, "this extends our swapping a little more into the next 
day. That's kind of cute, after all. And it starts you remembering some of 
the exciting things we did last night." 

After leisurely dressing and a hearty brunch, the group went their various 
ways to spend the daylight hours, many soaking up the sun, while others swam 
in the lake and a few went on a short hike. When super was over, the twelve 
swappers gathered in the living room for the erotic group sexual activities 
of the third night of fun. 

It was Jennie's turn to be the featured wife, and she delighted in learning 
that she had drawn Tippy Gans' name from the dish. Before the young man 
could join Jennie on the spotlighted bed, Ila hurried over to him. She put 
her arms around his hips, slid her hands inside his jeans so she could feel 
his buttocks against her. 

Then, wiggling her own hips back and forth against him, she looked up at him 
and remarked, "Tippy, do the best you can with a married woman. Get all the 
experience you can, and I will be watching to pick up pointers myself." 

She gave him a long, clinging, tongue-kiss, and then broke away from him, 
motioning him to join Jennie. 

Their spotlight was already on, and Jennie was doing a seductive stripping 
away of her few clothes. Tippy followed her example, and the other couples 
found places on the surrounding beds. Sue Icor was paired with Earl Allen, 
Joyce Cooks with the college student, Ned Harney, Grace Bacus with Joyce 
Cooks' husband, Les, the high school girl, Ila Jaynes with Ben Deane, and 
Bonnie Allen occupied a bed with Al Bacus. 

After Jennie tested the mike for volume, she announced, "My first activity 
is one of my favorites. I like to do it at our regular wife-swapping 
sessions on Friday nights because I just love the taste of a man's pecker in 
my mouth, and to try out as many things as I can with it. Since Tippy's cock 
is long and slender, when I am ready for him to squirt into my mouth, I will 
put just the end of it in my mouth. I will suck and lick his nuts before 
this happens, and I will save the end of his cock until the very last. 

"Then, when you see me start to place my lips over the end, I want Sue and 
Joyce to join me on our bed. Lie down beside me, and I will show you what 
your part is without having to tell you anything." 

Jennie motioned the young man on her bed to lie down on his back. His pecker 
was already hard from hearing about Jennie's plans for it. So Ben Deane's 
wife lowered her head slowly to Tippy's hip region. Raising his knees high 
and spreading his legs, she lay sideways until her lips found his taut nuts. 
She kissed and laved them, switching her attention from one to the other. 
The audience of swappers watched in fascinated attention, playing leisurely 
with their partner's sexual apparatus as events moved along. 

Tippy's cock was now throbbing steadily back and forth, like a lost 
power-pole bending before a wind storm. Jennie now licked up just a short 
distance on his prick, but staying away from the tip. Back to his balls she 
went, fondling one with her soft fingers while she kissed and licked the 
other. Then she traded off. 

With her other hands, she reached between her own legs, spreading them as 
wide as she could. Slowly, she teased and tantalized her own cunt lips while 
her enraptured audience watched. By twisting her body all she could, she was 
barely able to lie flat on the bed while keeping her lips at right angles as 
they laved Tippy's balls and pecker. 

Al Bacus switched on his mike and spoke into it, keeping a tight hold on 
Bonnie Allen's right breast. "Damn you, Jennie! That's one of the cutest 
sights I've ever seen. Keep it up as long as you can. Masturbating yourself, 
I mean. That is real cute. 

"Men don't get to see near enough of it. If wives knew how much fun it is to 
watch, they would do it much more often for their husbands, or husbands they 
swapped with. Because of the physical differences between men and women, the 
latter can reach orgasm more often. What better way than to come right out 
with it and masturbate in public? It excites everybody around." 

This was apparent to all members, because all the peckers were now at 
attention. The remaining women's cunts were just a little more slippery than 
before. 

Up and down the entire length of the pink valley forming Jennie's cunt area, 
her delicate fingers performed their labor of erotic self-love. 

Her other fingers wandered slowly and gently up and down Tippy's cock while 
her lips stayed on his tightly-stretched balls which were orbiting round and 
round in their straining sacs. 

Finally, Jennie's fingers left her own cunt and joined her other hand on 
Tippy's proud erection. Then, motioning to the other beds, she waited for 
Sue and Joyce to join her. She again looked over at Sue and Joyce and waved 
for them to join her. Then she lowered her mouth to Tippy's rounded and 
pulsing cock. She eased her lips over the tip. Sucking it just barely past 
the purplish-red knob, she started sucking. 

Tighter and tighter, she pressed her lips around the long, rigid cock. 
Almost before she was ready, Tippy started to collapse and squirt his load 
of fuck sauce into Jennie's mouth. She sucked every drop, holding the cock 
in her mouth. When she had taken all his offering, she eased her lips off 
his pecker, and closed her mouth tightly. 

She swung over to Joyce, placed her mouth over Joyce's breast, and spread 
Tippy's manhood cream all over it. Then, motioning to Sue Icor, the young 
college woman reached her head over, and licked up the entire amount of come 
into her mouth. Before she could swallow, Joyce spoke to her. 

"Lean over and kiss me, so I can have a little of it myself," Sue obliged, 
and Joyce tasted some of Tippy's semen in Sue's open kiss. Then, she ran her 
fingers over her breast to gather up a little more, kissing and licking her 
own fingers. Sue and Joyce then kissed and licked Tippy's satisfied prick 
before going to join their partners for the third fucking evening of their 
vacation. 

The other five couples quickly managed their own fucking arrangements and 
the whole assemblage rested while wondering what Jennie's second activity 
would be. She soon spoke. 

"This next one takes only a little while. One reason I like it is because I 
get to suck and lick and kiss a man's poking weapon some more. After I get 
Tippy's cock into a suitable erection with my lips and tongue, he will sit 
on my tummy, facing me while I lie down. Then, since I have such big tits, I 
will squeeze Tippy's prick between them until he squirts into my mouth. Come 
on, Tippy, let's have a taste of that mighty pole of yours." 

Tippy lay down on the spotlighted bed and Jennie leaned over him. She turned 
sideways so her audience could get a good view. "You can suck and kiss my 
cunt a little, while I do this," she told the young cocksman, straddling his 
face. Jennie and Tippy started in on each other's private parts, now made 
public to each other and to their avid watchers. 

Jennie's buttocks quivered and shook under Tippy's kissing and licking 
tongue and lips. As son as his erection was apparent, Jennie moved and took 
her place on her back. Her young partner straddled her womanly form and 
Jennie pulled Tippy's prick down between her gorgeous tits. She squeezed it 
between them hard enough to keep it down and aimed it at her mouth. 

"Tippy, reach around with one hand and masturbate me as best you can while I 
attend to your cock with my squeezing tits." Tippy complied and gently ran 
two fingers up and down Jennie's entire cunt area. 

"Now move back and forth a little with your hips to give motion to your 
pecker between my tits," she went on. Jennie's prediction about not taking 
long was coming true. Tippy showed more and more excitement and the approach 
of his climax seemed nearer with each stroke. 

Joyce whispered to her partner, Ned Harney, "You know, Ned, we humans are 
learning more and more about the sensitiveness of a woman's tits all the 
time. One of the most exciting activities a woman can have is to take a long 
time tantalizing another woman's breasts with her own. They seem to 
recognize tenderness and feeling in the other's. Les likes to watch me with 
another woman doing this while he masturbates me. Then, just as I am on the 
point of exploding, I get on my back and let him ram his pecker into my cunt 
and fill it full." 

"That is something I would like to see," Ned answered. 

"Maybe we can go over to another bed and fix it with another couple, either 
tonight or some other night," she replied, kissing his waving pecker and 
watching Jennie's tits as they were rapidly bringing Tippy's discharge 
along. In just few seconds, Jennie raised her head from the pillow, 
contemplated Tippy's young cock in all his throbbing motions, then leaned 
forward and took it in her mouth, still squeezing it between her tits with 
both hands. 

Their watchers saw Tippy raise up little by little as he began discharging 
in Ben Deane's wife's clinging lips and mouth. After several spurts, he grew 
limp and rolled helplessly over on the bed beside Jennie. The latter smiled, 
gently rolling her breasts in her hands, and tasting Tippy's come before 
swallowing it. 

The erotic scene before the other five couples made them increase their wild 
fucking. They all came quickly, in a sea of come, and then dozed for several 
minutes. 

Finally, Jennie spoke: "Well, Tippy, I guess we put on an exciting enough 
performance to bring them all to orgasm and spurting exercises to completely 
satisfy everybody. Now, just wait a few minutes for my third activity." 

"Everybody awake!" she called out. Little by little, everybody responded. 
"My third activity requires each man to visit me while I am lying on the bed 
in the spotlight. It is sort of an exercise to see how long it will take me 
to reach orgasm by myself. So, somebody look at his watch and let me know 
how long it takes when it is all over. 

"Each husband and Ned, will take turns coming over here. I will masturbate 
myself, using the fingers of one hand on one side of my cunt. Each husband, 
when he visits me, will masturbate me with his fingers on the other surface 
of my twat, gently so I will not come. He will watch my crack and other 
surface of my cunt, and will take a look at my facial expression. 

"Then, when he sees I am about to explode, he will quit and go back to his 
own partner. After each of you visits me, Tippy will take his turn and 
finish masturbating me till I pop. You see, my first two activities were a 
little unusual since I did not have a spasm either time. So I have to make 
up for that now. Everybody understand?" 

All the men nodded in agreement. Jennie motioned to Earl Allen, who left the 
college girl's bed and joined Jennie as she lay with her moist cunt entirely 
exposed to everyone in the bright spotlight. Soon, two sets of fingers began 
their joyous attack on her slit. One set was soft with the muscles and feel 
of a woman; the other strong and vigorous male excitation. The action of 
both brought a steady flow of slippery slime to the entire inner surface of 
Jennie's heated crack. 

Earl stole a look at Jennie's face. It was rapidly becoming more than Jennie 
could bear, and her mouth now hung open, her breath coming harder and 
harder. 

"You're near banging. I'd better go now," he whispered. 

"You're so right, Earl, it is all I can do to keep from popping. Hurry and 
get away or I will explode," Jennie moaned. "Who's next," she cried, letting 
up a little with her own fingers. 

"I am," answered Ned Harney, leaving Joyce's bed and hurrying to his new 
task. 

"You take the other side of my twat," she ordered, changing her own hands so 
he could comply with her wish. The two started in, and Ben checked his watch 
to see how long it had taken his wife with Earl. Seven minutes was all she 
could hold off. 

Ned and Jennie started in. Al Bacus switched on his mike and started talking 
to Jennie. "Wouldn't you like to have Ned straddle your face and let you 
lick and suck his prick while fingers tend to your oozing crack, Jennie?" he 
said as Jennie moaned in anticipated ecstasy of what might happen. 

Al went on: "It would bring you right along if he were to put one finger 
into your asshole and give it a long, gentle probing as he went along, too. 
Seconds later, she heard him say, "If another woman came along and kissed 
your tits all over, especially on the sensitive underside, you would swoon, 
wouldn't you?" 

"Shut up, Al! You know I can't stand being talked to about things pertaining 
to sexual exercises. Damn you! Now I have to tell Ned to leave or I will 
explode. It was so exciting with him, too. Who is next?" Les sped from Grace 
Bacus and her naked charms to join Jennie and her super-hot crack. 

She again changed hands and the two of them started in on her cunt. Ben 
checked his watch. Only six minutes. "She is taking less time with each 
man," he told his partner, Ila, who had taken a tip from Jennie's exciting 
second activity and was gently smothering Ben's cock between her youthful 
tits. 

Les took up Al's teasing tactics and straddled Jennie's face. But he kept 
himself as erect as possible so that she could not reach his cock with her 
lips or tongue. While the two of them massaged the slime-laden surface of 
her inner twat into more excitement, Les looked between his legs and noticed 
Jennie's facial changes. 

She was becoming anxious and it showed up more and more in her flushed face. 
He could tell that she could hardly keep her legs spread, so he suddenly 
quit and hurried back to his warm sport Grace Bacus awaiting him. Ben's 
watch showed only five minutes! 

"Don't let me get cold, please! Who is next?" Jennie gasped. 

"It is my turn," Ben answered, "but I am the one who is keeping time, so the 
next husband had better go. Anyway, I can fuck or masturbate you any night 
at home, Jennie." 

Everyone agreed, and Al Bacus joined Jennie. Soon after starting in again, 
he reached his other hand up to the tit, alternating with the other breast 
all the time. Jennie took her free hand and placed it over Al's gently 
adding pressure on her breast and alternately guiding it and helping to 
squeeze. 

All this extra action again brought her close to orgasm, and when Al 
detected this, he quickly left her and hurried back to Bonnie Allen. Five 
minutes with Al, Ben noted. 

Jennie's partner for the night, Tippy, now leaned over her. "Do you want to 
make it last ten minutes?" he asked. Before she could answer, he placed his 
fingers in her cunt and began his joyous sliding back and forth on this 
married woman's come-covered cunt. 

"You've had so much excitement with several men tantalizing your slit so 
close to orgasm, you couldn't make it last two minutes," he teased. Jennie 
moaned in excited ecstasy, unable to answer. If I were to slide my finger 
back and forth in your asshole, you would explode all over the bed, and I 
would be lucky to keep my fingers in your cunt. 

"Your legs would clutch at my fingers until I could hardly get them out. 
And, if I or another man or woman were to start massaging your gorgeous 
tits, your whole system would blow up and nobody would get a pecker inside 
your twat even if he wanted to." 

"Oh, no! Don't talk anymore, Tippy. I can't stand it anymore. All the 
husbands and talk has made so much slime in my crack, it is leaking down 
onto the bed. 

I can't wait any longer.... 

I can't ... oh, oh ... what a glorious fuck that is, Tippy! FUCK! FUCK! 
FUCK! Oh, how can I have such a hot cunt ... hot cunt ... you hear me! I'm 
in heaven with my hot, sweaty cunt! 

It was so true! Jennie hit spasm after spasm and Tippy's hand was ground 
between her gripping thighs as she swished around on the bed. Then, finally, 
Jennie was quiet. 

Her husband, Ben, looked at his watch. Seven minutes to climax! A total of 
30 minutes of tantalizing, teasing masturbation by herself and the three 
husbands and two younger men. 

Complete, satisfying, and delirious fucking! And Jennie was just conscious 
enough to watch the other five couples get on with their own screwing while 
she began to think about her fourth activity. 

Every couple's third screwing exercise was so vigorous that it was more than 
an hour before everyone was rested. 

"Everyone awake!" Jennie called out, and the mate-swapping partners roused 
up little by little and looked over at her and Tippy. "My fourth and last 
activity for tonight requires two men. Since I already have Tippy, I will 
ask Les Cooks to be my second partner. 

"Grace, while he is helping me, why don't you go and join Joyce and Ned. 
Then our young college man will have a change to see what two hot wives can 
do to him. He can keep two cunts warm and four breasts agitated, I am 
sure-if he keeps busy, that is!" she teased. 

Les hurried to Jennie and Tippy's bed. Jennie took his cock in her hand, 
twirling it like a baton, in every conceivable motion while she made the 
rest of her announcement. 

"Both men have to screw me at the same time, and if any of you have ever 
seen a woman being satisfied by two men at once, you soon will do so," she 
told her eager listeners. "Tippy, since your cock is long and slender, you 
can ram my asshole. Les, you lie down on the edge of the bed with your 
pecker pointing skyward." Ned obeyed. "Joyce, come over here just a minute 
so we can get started." 

Joyce moved to the spotlighted bed, squeezing and massaging her marvelous 
tits as she tiptoed along. 

"As soon as I lie down over your husband, kiss and lick the tip of Tippy's 
pecker so it will be nice and moist to penetrate my rear. Then kiss and 
tongue all around my butt-hole so it will also be lubricated." 

Jennie eased her body over Les, with her knees on the floor. While Tippy 
stood up in anticipation of screwing a married woman's back-hole Joyce bent 
her head and carefully laved the end of his prick with saliva as she 
tenderly kissed open-mouthed all over the end and back a bit. 

Then, she quickly turned to Jennie's widely-spread buttocks and carefully 
kissed with open mouth all over the entrance of her tight asshole. Grabbing 
Tippy around his hips, she pushed him into position. When his prick just 
touched the entrance to Jennie's crap-hole, she tenderly touched her 
husband's pecker as it was preparing to give Jennie her upside-down 
screwing. She stroked it up and down a few times, then eased her fingers 
into Jennie's cunt and massaged it a few times. 

"Jennie's cunt is going to be just all right for you, Les," his wife assured 
him. "Since she has to hold still as much as possible so Tippy's cock can do 
its ramming job in her butt-hole, you lie as still as possible and just let 
your pecker grow inside Jennie's cunt. When you finally have to spout your 
load, be careful not to drown her with come!" 

"Let me stroke your balls a little. Wow, they sure are in a turmoil. Round 
and round they are going in their tiny-well, not so tiny-sacs. Let me get a 
little slime-cream from my own cunt and lave the knob of your prick." 

Joyce squatted down a little so she could reach both hands just inside her 
cunt region. She brought them out with plenty of cunt cream and annointed 
her husband's prick. 

"There, you are nice and slippery. You will be able to give her cunt a real 
ramming. Wow ... it is really hard-on city. I almost wish you were going to 
screw me instead of Jennie. But I will go back to this young stallion of a 
college man and we'll have a party of our own. I want to kiss his cock a 
lot, while we watch you and Jennie and Tippy with your visual fucking. I 
will lick and suck it so much that when you are through with your 
performance, it will not take us long to give ourselves a completely 
satisfying fuck. 

"Everything all right, now?" Nobody said a thing, so Joyce hurried back to 
Ned Harney, fondling her jiggling tits as she did so, and walking with a 
saucy wiggle to her womanly buttocks. 

Jennie leaned forward, almost meeting Les Cooks' standing pecker. She 
motioned Tippy to get down on his knees. The youth did so, and his pecker 
began to seek out Jennie's rear-hole. He finally found it, and began to ease 
it into its new task. 

With one hand, he helped his cock to nibble at the tight entrance. At the 
same time, Jennie began to lower her ass to contact Les' giant cock. Then 
she spoke into her mike, and she knew the tape recorder was picking up her 
conversation, too. 

"Tippy, as soon as you have your long and slim pecker about an inch or so 
into my butt-hole, I'll lower myself down over Les' cock. Be careful at 
first, because that's where the pain is-it's hard to get by the guard that 
nature gave us. Ram it and then stop." 

Jennie braced herself, and her audience of nine mate-swappers gasped in 
amazement as the youth blasted past the barrier of her sphincter muscles, 
then stopped. Jennie groaned, and then lay still for a while. 

She spoke into the mike: "That's it, Tippy, you were just noble. Now I can 
lower myself onto Les' cock so he can start exhilarating my cunt." Jennie 
lowered herself a little and Tippy adjusted his knees and legs to 
accommodate her change in position. Jennie went on. 

"Oh, girls, if you've never had a man's pecker in your asshole before, you 
haven't lived. After it breaks through the tight gate, it begins to give you 
extra thrills you never knew were possible. The rectal canal is sort of on 
the back side of your cunt area, and it really gets thrilled when a man's 
juicy prick is in it. So, when you are getting it double, you just simply go 
swooning into heavenly ecstasy." She continued babbling about the joys of 
getting it up the ass. 

"Fucking in my rectal canal is more of a tickle than fucking in my cunt. It 
almost makes me giggle. Ease it in a little at a time, Tippy, until your 
whole cock is in. I'll reach around and put my fingers around your cock a 
little bit. Get it so far in I will have to take my fingers away. That's the 
way you can tell you're really getting to me. Be sure to tell me a little 
before you are ready to spout, so I can bring Les along, too." Tippy's 
pecker began its steady and careful journey into the wife's asshole. Jennie 
put one hand behind her and around the youth's cock. Soon, her two fingers 
were pressed between her buttocks and Tippy's pubic curls. She squeezed his 
cock a few seconds and then took her hand away. 

Tippy's strokes became a little longer and ended a little farther into 
Jennie's rectal canal. Their delighted audience gasped in satisfying looks 
at the exhilarating scene the trio was putting on for them. 

"I can't wait much longer," Tippy panted. "It is so exciting with my cock in 
a married and swapping woman's butt-hole that I can't hold back like I want 
to." 

"All right, Tippy, squirt any time you want to. Then keep your cock in my 
rear while Les pours my cunt full of glorious manhood." Tippy hastened his 
strokes and soon fired his semen from his distended balls in hot gushes into 
Jennie's equally hot rectum. Just as he was through, Jennie began faster 
up-and-down strokes on Les' pecker. 

"We don't want to be later, Les," she implored her underside partner. "The 
other couples in this mate-swapping orgy of fucking want to get on with 
their own pleasure after watching this priceless performance with you and me 
and Tippy. Remember what your wife said about not fucking me too hard, won't 
you? Ram a little more. I am just about to lose everything myself, now. Give 
that stuff to me, Les. Pour all your fuck juice into my raging cunt. Fill it 
as full as Tippy did with my butt-hole. You hear me?" 

She continued: "Give it to me! Fuck the living daylights out of me! FUCK! 
FUCK! Fuck so everybody can see your pecker ramming every bit of juice home 
into my juicy cunt!" Jennie's orgasm began with these moaning words and Les 
was getting an eyeful even as she sucked and licked on Ned Harney's waving 
cock. But there was trouble. Les and Jennie's fucking was so violent that 
poor Tippy was thrown back and away from the crouching woman whose rectum he 
had so recently filled. He fell over sideways against the vacant portion of 
the mattress. 

Bonnie Allen left off licking Al Bacus' cock and fondling his balls with her 
long fingers and hurried to Tippy's side. She leaned over, and began to kiss 
his pecker all the way up and down. She could smell the heady aroma from the 
interior of Jennie's rectum all over it, and revelled in the unusual odor. 

Up and down her tongue and lips went until she had caressed every inch of 
the youth's cock. Just as the other couples were commencing their fourth 
fucking exercise of the night, she hurried back to Al where his rigid member 
was all ready for her. 

"I always did want to taste how the inside of another woman's rectum was 
like," she whispered to Al, as she fitted his cock into her slippery cunt, 
"and now I know-it's real rich and creamy." 

The five remaining couples hurried on with their last screwing of the night, 
and the manly pantings and womanly moans of pleasure filled the entire 
living room/bedroom where mate swapping reigned supreme. 

Thus did the third night's activities come to an end. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Everyone managed to get plenty of rest and ate bigger meals the next day to 
restore his strength for the evening's festivities when their high school 
graduate, Ila Jaynes, would be the featured woman in the spotlighted bed 
with the college man, Ned Harney. The dinner dishes were finally washed, 
dried, and put away. Dusk settled on the summer cabin that housed the 
waiting wife-swapping couples. 

As they sauntered into the large living room, Earl checked his list, and 
announced the pairings for the evening. 

"Tonight, Sue Icor and Ben Deane will warm the same bed, and it will be 
Joyce Cooks and Al Bacus together, Grace will be with me, Bonnie Allen will 
be with last night's young stud, Tippy Gans, and Jennie Deane and Les Cooks 
will round out our wife-swapping pairings for the fourth night." 

Then he asked Ila to begin the activities for the night. 

"I'm all ready," Ila announced, "and since I did a long, tantalizing strip 
for all the other men the other night, I won't take much time tonight. Just 
to make it a little different, why don't all the rest of you strip first 
while Ned and I watch, since you will all be watching us for all our 
activities." 

Nobody objected, so Ila sat down on the bed beside Ned and put her arm 
around him. He, in turn, put one hand over her breast and began a massage of 
both breasts while they each watched the five other couples undress. Grace 
Bacus reached her hand inside Earl's pants and held it there while he slid 
his pants off, got out of his shirt and kicked his shoes off-and finally 
wiggled his shorts off. 

"Look everybody, what I have," exclaimed Grace, her fingers gently 
encompassing Earl's pecker, already entirely erect. Everybody looked her way 
and saw that she indeed was palming Earl's reddened tip extending from the 
soft skin of his cock. "I am in for an exciting evening of fucks, I can see 
that right now." 

"You're going to have to wait for us, you know, Grace, since we are in the 
spotlight," answered Ila, starting her own strip and watching Ned get out of 
his own clothes. In just a few seconds, both were naked and inspecting each 
other's charms at close range. 

"My first activity is a little tamer than some we have had. It is number one 
and, of course, you remember, I inherited one of the wife's four activities 
who could not be here. But the other three will be real interesting to 
watch, and maybe you will like the first one, too. 

"I will French Ned for a while without letting his squirt in my mouth. He 
has to be real erect before I quit, and then we will get on with something 
else. Come here, Ned, and bring your manly equipment with you. It will 
really get a going-over tonight." 

The two lay down in the spotlight and the other five couples made everything 
comfortable to achieve maximum watching pleasure. Lowering her head almost 
to Ned's resting cock, she went on, "You know, I have come to the conclusion 
that a wife or woman is not really happy unless she has kissed and sucked 
and licked a real man's cock a lot. 

"It used to be that a wife never thought of sucking her husband's prick. 
This was left to prostitutes, and later, call girls. But in these times, 
wives are discovering that they can get in on some of the more exciting 
angles of sexual activities right at home with her husband. Then, when 
wife-swapping groups began forming, she could kiss and lick some other 
husband's pecker for variety. 

"When she got back home, she could tell her husband all the details, and he 
could tell her all about the cocksucking he had enjoyed at the hands of, 
well, I mean, lips of, some other wife, maybe one of their best friends." 

"I can't quite explain it," Ila went on, "but it is only just lately that 
Tippy and I are friends have been going in for cock-sucking. Maybe it was 
because we were young and satisfied with regular fucking. Now we are ready 
for variety once in a while. Ned, your pecker is getting a little hard just 
from hearing me talking about screwing and things. 

"I haven't touched it. You have to promise me not to squirt in my mouth 
after I begin to give it attention with my lips. You hear me? Because the 
conditions of my first activity is just to French you and then finish our 
fuck with my cunt in the act. Your prick looks like it will be a dandy." 

Ila reached her head over to Ned's waiting cock. With her delicate fingers, 
she raised it up, then eased her lips down to his active balls. Pursing her 
lips the least bit, she began a massage of his juice-producing nuts from far 
underneath. 

Opening and closing her lips as she went along, she covered every speck of 
his balls, over and under, side to side, sometimes coming almost to the 
point where his cock took off from his nuts. As Ned's nuts began to churn 
faster and faster inside their taut sacs, Ila finally opened her mouth and 
gently eased one just as far inside as she could. 

Holding her mouth in this position, she looked over at Tippy where the 
latter was playing with Bonnie Allen's gorgeous tits, she smiled as if to 
say, "When we get back home, I'll do this to you all you want, big boy." 
Next, she took Ned's other ball-sac into her mouth and thoroughly laved it 
with her warm saliva. 

Finally, she found the base of Ned's pecker, and put her tongue out. Ever so 
slowly, she started the long trip up to the reddened tip end. Her audience 
of five couples in wife-swapping attitudes, watched her stimulus of Ned's 
sexual equipment. 

When Ila was half way up, Al Bacus remarked to his partner for the night, 
Joyce Cooks, "Wow, Ila may be young, but she certainly is an expert cock 
licker, don't you think so?" 

Joyce ran her hand slowly up and down Al's pecker as she answered, "You can 
say that again. It took a lot of practice for me before I was worth much." 

"Was your husband's cock the first you ever kissed and sucked?" 

"No, strange to say, his wasn't. We had just begun to swap with another 
couple. After a few exchanges, we decided we would not go to separate 
bedrooms, but would do our screwing where everybody could watch the others. 
We left the lights low. In the middle of my husband's and his partner's 
playing around, the wife leaned over and whispered something to Les. 

"The next thing I knew, she was leaning over his already erect pecker and 
starting in on it with her lips and tongue. My partner and I watched in 
absolute fascination, and finally, he whispered to me, "Doesn't that give 
you ideas?" I had to admit that it did. The next thing I knew, I was on my 
way with the first real tease of a man's pecker. 

She went on: "I didn't have the heart to tell him it was my first time. The 
next time we were together, we did it some more and I got hotter. Just after 
that, the other couple took us to a real, organized wife-swapping group and 
we have been at it ever since. But look...." 

Joyce pointed over to Ila and Ned. 

Ila had nearly reached the tip of Ned's raging pecker. Then she slowly 
raised her buttocks up and slowly moved them in a circle until she straddled 
Ned's face. While he looked up into her cunt lips, she started another 
action in perfect timing. As her lips just touched the tip of Ned's cock, 
she began to lower her buttocks. 

A little farther down Ned's cock, her ovaled lips traveled and her cunt came 
a little nearer to Ned's mouth. He put out his tongue in anticipation. Just 
as Ila's lips completely surrounded his pecker's end, her cunt settled on 
Ned's lips and tongue. She let him lave her pinkish cunt lips and clitoris, 
and then slowly removed her lips from his cock and her cunt from his mouth. 

Their excited audience of five couples watched in utter rapture as she lay 
down on her back and motioned Ned to straddle her. He quickly complied, and 
his ramrodding cock slid immediately into Ila's cunt. 

Instead of letting Ned kiss her, Ila spoke into the microphone, facing three 
of the five watching couples as she did so. 

"I know all five of you couples are right on the point of getting on to a 
fuck with somebody else's mate. It will be only a few seconds until Ned pops 
his come all over the inside of my moist cunt. 

"He had only to lick the inside of my cunt lips and clitoris to get me 
ready. And the way I kissed and sucked and licked his balls and pecker got 
him all ready to go. What makes me more excited than ever is remembering how 
Jennie and Joyce and Sue had such a sweet time over just one of my boyfriend 
Tippy's come last night. Wasn't that utterly delicious? I want to get in 
with two other women on that kind of activity before we get away from here." 

Ila looked at Sue and Ben, and continued, "Look out, Sue, don't touch Ben's 
pecker anymore or he will fire right out into the night. You have to wait 
for Ned and me to blast first, you know. Come on, Ned, we have to go ahead 
of our audience, you know. What are you waiting for? Your pecker has already 
gone all the way into my cunt. 

"Your balls are spinning like a tennis ball in a hard serve. I'll put my 
heels over your back and draw you to me a little closer. It sort of changes 
the angle of my cunt and your cock. That better? Did you know that's the way 
the expression originated, 'wearing heels?' Oh, did I pop a funny?" 

"I can feel a little extra swelling in your pecker, Ned. Go, man, go with 
all the salacious squirt that you can make. Right into my moistness! Fuck me 
now, Ned! When you shoot it all into me, I will reach down with two fingers 
and gather up as much as I can and put it in my mouth. Then I will have some 
of it both in my mouth and my moist, soppy, juicy, turgid, slimy, steamy 
cunt. That's the way I like it. FUCK ME NOW, NED! FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE MAD! 
FUCK ME ALL THE WAY! FUCK ME!" 

Ila and her young college stud fired at each other in friendly, intimate 
fashion as the end of their first activity was reached. They managed to get 
a look at each of the other five couples as they began their own screwing 
before resting for the second sex activity. 

Al and Joyce were so close to the edge of their bed next to Earl and Grace 
Bacus that Al had an extra good look at his wife's cunt as Earl jammed it 
full and running over with his sperm. He whispered to Joyce, "Let's not 
finish until Earl and Grace both fire. I have an urge to go over and suck 
and lick the squirt that Earl puts into my wife's cunt. Then I'll be right 
back and we'll finish our fuck. Okay by you?" 

"Sure, but only on one condition," Joyce answered. 

"What's that?" 

"That you let me lick just a little of it from between your lips. I like a 
man's fuck sauce when I can get it, too, you know." 

"Okay, honey, it's a deal." 

Al slipped over to Grace and Earl's bed, and, as soon as Earl fired his 
load, Al gently pushed him off his wife. Grace looked down just in time to 
see her husband kissing her cunt, and nibbling at the semen her partner had 
just deposited. 

"That's cute, Al. Why don't you do it oftener?" 

Al finished his delightful task and hurried back to Joyce, who gave him a 
long tongue kiss to gather in some of Earl's semen just as Al poured his 
joy-juice into her soppy cunt. The other three couples had already finished, 
and were waiting for Ila and Ned to finish their rest period before starting 
in on the second activity of the night. 

Finally, Ila spoke up: "My second activity is number eight on the list, and 
I think you will agree that it is a dilly. I will French Ned some more, but 
my invited guest will be the one he brought here, so she can be real close 
while all this activity takes place. Sue, come on over. Maybe Ben can go 
over the join another couple and the wife can massage his pecker along with 
her own partner for the evening." 

Sue jiggled her way over to Ila and Ned's bed, while Ben strolled over to 
join Bonnie Allen and Tippy. Bonnie welcomed him with a warm handclasp of 
his jutting pecker and nuts as he took his place beside her and Tippy. 

"Sue, you squat down over Ned, facing me and his cock. Lean over just enough 
so your cunt will be exactly in place for him to give you the most pleasure 
with his tongue. You can watch me while I tend to his pecker with my tongue, 
lips and fingers. Then we'll see about getting him to squirt the way we want 
him to." 

Ila slid down Ned's lithe body and looked at his member. It was lying flat 
against his balls. Looking around at the other watching couples, Ila 
announced, "I will be the first to agree that I cannot make Ned any taller, 
but I bet I can make his ramrod longer by several inches. Remember how I got 
you right up to strength by the right use of my tongue and lips, Ned? Think 
about that while I go to work on you. 

"Since Sue is squatting over you with her twat covering your face so you 
can't see what I am doing, it will add extra excitement just by thinking 
about what I am doing. You will have extra thrills by having her lean over 
toward me a little more so you can get a better look at her butt-hole. It 
will be a little higher in the air that way." 

Ila quit talking long enough to begin a tantalizing licking of Ned's nuts. 
Over every fraction of an inch of them she went, slowly, bringing them 
complete ecstasy as the blood began to flow into Ned's cock. It rose and 
rose as the other wife-swapping pairs watched. As it reached complete 
hardness, Ila paused a moment to admire her handiwork. Now it began to swing 
slowly back and forth. 

"I'll show you a little something different in cock sucking and licking," 
Ila announced, changing her position so that her mouth was just at the end 
of the strokes Ned's pecker was making as it swung like a pendulum. 

"Watch, everybody. Ned, you won't be able to see this, but you can tell from 
the difference in feeling what I do different every other time." As the 
other couples stared in rapture, Ila put out her young tongue. It touched 
Ned's cock just as it reached the end of its pendulum swing. Ila was lying 
with her body at right angles to Ned's. 

When his cock came to her on the next swing, she pursed her lips and the 
rampant cock just reached her lips in a quick kiss. Back it swung and when 
it returned, Ila's tongue was out to greet it. All the husbands' peckers 
began to swell with extra stimulation as their wearers watched in utter 
delight while Ned's cock was getting dual tongue-kissing and lip nipping. 
Ned's hips began to twitch, and Ila began to chide him. 

"Be careful, now. Don't fire your cannon in the air without any kind of a 
target. After all, there are some real nice places just itching to get your 
load of fuck-juice into them. It might be my mouth, or Sue's mouth, or maybe 
her twat. 

Ask her if she would like it in her juicy asshole. 

"Maybe you should leave off kissing her cunt lips long enough to run your 
tongue over her butt-hole for a few minutes. It likes to be stimulated, too, 
you know. Mine does, especially when I know some man or boy is going to be 
gentle when he first tries to put his prick into it." 

Ned pushed Sue's hips forward so he could carry out Ila's suggestion about 
tending to Sue's butt-hole. Carefully, he ran his lips and tongue over the 
tight orifice with the rich aroma surrounding it. He noted that Sue had 
considerably more hair growing around her asshole than most women he had 
seen intimately. Her hole relaxed little by little and he managed to put the 
tip of his tongue into it. Then he heard Ila speak again. 

"You better let me tend to that now for a while," she urged. 

She re-arranged their bodies, so that she was in position to put her lips 
where Ned's had been on Sue's buttocks valley. She put Sue's head over Ned's 
cock, and leaned over his head so he could get his tongue on her cunt. She 
looked around at her audience of switched husbands and wives and saw that 
all the pricks were pole-hardened. 

"We're just about ready to fire everything over here, people, so you other 
fuckers be ready to let go with everything as soon as we are done. I will 
spread my legs as wide as I can. In addition to Ned's tongue on my cunt lips 
and clitoris, I will masturbate myself with two fingers on each side of his 
tongue. That way, I will get maximum enjoyment and the rest of you will get 
to see just a little more of our eighth activity. Let's go! Sue, give Ned 
the works and make him squirt into your mouth just as soon as you can. I 
want you to swallow every drop of it. I'll change off between your butt-hole 
and your cunt with my lips and tongue and bring you to orgasm at the same 
time if I can. 

"Ned and I together will bring me to ecstasy. Go, everybody, go, with a hot 
fuck that will send you to the moon. I can see the veins on Ned's pecker 
swelling almost to the bursting point. Go to it, Sue, that's it! There he 
goes!" 

Just after Ned began to squirt his fuck sauce into Sue's hot mouth and down 
her equally hot throat, Ila rubbed her cunt lips harder and harder and 
managed to complete her orgasm just as Sue gave in to her lip service. The 
three rolled flat onto the bed in complete satiation, and the five watching 
couples began the final phases of their own ideas on fucking. 

Bonnie Allen let Ben Deane enter her extra-sensitive asshole while she 
leaned across Tippy's cock to bring his semen pulsing into her mouth. Al 
licked Joyce Cooks' twat into submission while she squeezed his cock with 
her lips until he pounded his emission into her hot mouth. Jennie Dean lay 
on top of Les Cooks, tongue-kissing his eager tongue while he poured his 
manhood upward into her hot twat as she lay with legs spread out in wild, 
completely wanton abandon. 

It was at least an hour before all the couples were rested this time, and 
ready to watch Ila's third activity. 

"I think this will be real cute for all the husbands to watch, and maybe for 
the wives, too," the high school graduate announced, as she arose slightly 
from the bed alongside Ned so as to brief her watchers on her next activity. 

"You know how much fun we all had watching Jennie masturbate. This is my 
exhilarating assignment next, and one I truly enjoy. I think of all the 
erotic rammings I have ever had in my young and active cunt while I bring 
myself to a shuddering orgasm. Now, to be a little different, I will be up 
on my hands and knees. I will face with my asshole toward the spotlight. 
Each husband will come over here in turn. He will crawl under me, facing the 
same way I do. 

"Then he will scoot up until his head is right under my twat. He will get to 
watch me jazzing myself a few minutes. Then, one of the other men will take 
his place until all of you have been here to get a real good look. You all 
understand?" 

Everyone nodded and Ila turned around, raised her ass into the air, then 
slowly squatted down just a little and spread her knees far apart. 

"Ned," she went on, "you be last won't you, like a good fucker, won't you?" 
She started to reach down toward her waiting crack. "Oh, yes, Earl, since 
you are the organizer of this fucking vacation, you come over here and be 
the first to look." 

Ila lay her head down on her pillow, turned face sideways so half her 
watchers could see her face as she began her action. Earl hurried over to 
Ila's bed, crawled under her from the side, and stared up excitedly into 
Ila's pink-walled vaginal lips. 

"Isn't it kind of nice to get to watch a young, busy cunt while its owner 
excites herself, Earl? I know most of the boys I have been with like to see 
just how the inside of a girl's cunt behaves when there is fucking action 
going on inside. 

"When they are fucking me with their pecker, they can only imagine how it 
actually looks. Now, that is enough. You better go back and tend to Grace's 
cunt. Maybe she can gently kiss you cock just enough to keep it hard until 
all you watchers do your own fucking after Ned and I finish." 

As Earl slid out from Ila's body, he could not resist taking one of her 
melon breasts in his hand and massaging it before he kissed it good night. 

"Ben, you come over and be next." When Ben was in position and gawking up 
into Ila's blood-gorged cunt walls, the high school girl spoke again. 

"When you get back to Sue, you take a real good look at her cunt, and find 
out if a college girl's twat is much different from a high school girl's. 
Let me know all about it a-little later, won't you? I already know that Sue 
is a real hot fuckeress and I can hardly wait until it is her night to put 
on her four activities. Keep her cunt warm with your lips and gentle 
tonguing, but make her wait until all the rest of you are all fucking at the 
same time after Ned and I finish. Al, you come over here next." 

As Ben was leaving, he slid out from the other side of her body and kissed 
her other down-hanging melon of a breast. Ila squirmed in delight, and 
increased her masturbation with two fingers as Al hurried to get his head 
under Ila's squirming action. 

Ila could see Al's pecker while he was gazing up into the uninhibited 
rubbing of Ila's fingers on her own cunt. 

"Wow, Al, your cock is waving back and forth like a metronome at a piano 
lesson. Joyce had not better suck and lick it very much when you get back, 
or you'll go off before I finish my third activity. Tell her how a young 
girl's cunt looks when her legs are spread wide apart and her fingers are 
slowly bringing that aromatic slime from inside my body, so as to make it as 
slippery as possible. 

"There, you better go now, because I get too excited talking about it. Here, 
let me kiss your cock just a teeny little bit. Then let Joyce kiss it as 
soon as you get back over there. Nothing like having two women kiss your 
pecker one right after another, is there? Tippy, you come next." 

While Tippy was taking his place under Ila's cunt curls, the girl motioned 
Ned to move alongside her head with his prick. While she talked to Tippy, 
she alternately fondled Ned's pecker and kissed it lightly between 
sentences. 

"Folks, Tippy was the very first boy to kiss my cunt. I'm sorry I can't let 
him actually do it right here tonight, but that is against the rules for my 
third activity. The first time Tippy slid his hand under my very brief 
panties. I knew I was in the hands of an expert. We taught each other lots 
of sexual tricks, and we have not ceased to keep on learning. I'm glad he 
can get some extra experience with some real expert fucking wives. It will 
be real valuable when he marries." 

Ila paused long enough to run her tongue up and down the length of Ned's 
cock once, and then continued: "After Tippy had sucked my cunt three or four 
different evenings, we double dated with another couple who had not had much 
experience. We were at the girl's house while her parents were out for the 
evening. Tippy and I had fixed it up between us just what we would do. 

"Both couples had been playing with their partner quite a while, when Tippy 
and I slid down onto the carpet without announcing anything about what we 
had in mind. He kissed both my thighs up and down, then under my navel. 
Together, we slid my panties off and Tippy then slowly lowered his head to 
my twat. I spread my legs as far apart as I could and put my feet flat on 
the carpet. 

"While the other couple watched entranced, Tippy gave me about the most 
artistic sucking I have ever had. My thighs trembled and shook so much I 
could hardly keep my feet on the floor. Just as I was about to reach my 
orgasm, I wrapped my feet around his back, and jammed his head down past my 
cunt curls. His lips and tongue spread all over the inside of my dew-covered 
cunt lips. 

"My hips beat up and down on the carpet while his tongue made me spasm. The 
other couple were so excited the boy followed Tippy's example. We excitedly 
watched them all the time, and, when they finished, I let Tippy ram me with 
his long, thin, cock. What a fucking evening we all had! Oh, Tippy, go back 
to Bonnie and take a good look at a woman's cunt. Give it some attention, 
too. And send Les over here." 

The exchange of men under her cunt and belly was quickly made. 

"Les, while you are here, I will have to let up with my fingers a little. I 
am so excited by all the other men taking turns watching how a young woman 
masturbates, that I am just about ready to go. I want to save the final 
spasm for my partner of the evening to share in. But you can see just how my 
delicate fingers slide over the slippery inner surface of my crack. 

"It feels like an awful lot of slime has formed. How does it look to you, 
Les?" 

"Wow, you can say that again, Ila," Les replied from his position under 
Ila's slowly moving hips and gentle finger action on her own cunt lips. 

"It seems like there is an extra lot all around my clitoris, too. Oh, say, 
that gives me an idea. Since you are the last man before my partner, you are 
entitled to a little extra treat. I will rub a little cunt sauce on my 
asshole and you can kiss it two or three times. Okay?" 

Les nodded his head and Ila slowly reached her hand farther back from her 
crack until it reached her asshole. She fondled the hairs around the hole 
and then eased some slime from her finger tips on the surface of the hole 
itself. 

"Hurry and kiss it, Les, before it dried." Les complied, pulling Ila's hips 
down against his mouth where he placed a hard kiss against the brown surface 
of Ila's asshole. She squirmed in delight. 

"One more little treat, Les. Watch my clitoris real close." While Les 
scooted even closer, Ila gave her clitoris a nipping action three or four 
times with her educated inner muscles. "Now, you have to go, Les, so Ned and 
I can finish my activity. Tell the others who could not see, what happened." 

"Wow-that was something, folks. Ila has extra strong cunt muscles and she 
can make her clitoris nip. That's what I was watching. Jennie, can you do 
that, too?" he asked, as he reached the bed he and Jennie had been occupying 
all evening. 

Jennie pulled him down into her arms. "You're not just kidding. Les. Now, 
move you head down there and I will show you. That's what a real fuckeress 
learns early in life. It thrills any pecker that gets inside her cunt area." 

Ila spoke again: "Come here, big boy, your prick won't last any longer than 
my super heated twat without going off. And I want it to go off in my mouth, 
Ned." Ila turned around so that her rear faced most of her watchers and then 
lowered her head to Ned's wiggling cock. 

"Let me suck it a little, then you make your tongue into a little pecker all 
over the inside of my cunt until I go off. You hear?" 

Ned heard all right, and the other five couples watched while the 
high-school girl sucked his cock with long, slow strokes, taking it into her 
mouth and down her throat as far as possible. When she felt the pulse 
throbbing almost out of control, she spread her legs even farther apart, 
settling her hips down on Ned's waiting lips. 

He reached over her thighs just below their junction with the trunk of her 
body, and clutched her down to him. His nose was just right to take in the 
rich aroma of her butt-hole and the little tendrils around it. Ila's hips 
squeezed against his head and increased the speed of his tongue action. 

Ila began to blast just as his semen burst from his cock and flooded her 
mouth. No longer able to talk, Ila could only postpone her swooning away 
long enough to extract all of Ned's squirting emission into her mouth and 
down her throat. 

The five other couples were so wrought up that they started their own 
wife-swapping screwing, all coming within a few seconds of one another. All 
fell asleep to rest for an hour or so until Ila could exhibit her fourth and 
last activity for the evening. 

* * * 

Earl was the first to stir, partly because he was the only one who knew what 
Ila's final activity was to be. "Ila," he called, "time to get going." 

The others awakened, one after another. "This one will be real cute, I 
think. You will pick out one wife to come over and bring you to orgasm any 
and all ways she can, isn't that right?" Earl asked. 

"That's it, Earl. And I am all ready." 

"How about doing me a favor?" Earl went on. 

"Sure, but you're not a wife." They all laughed. 

"How easy to find that out! But, my favor is asking you if you will choose 
my wife to suck you off. Here's the reason. A few years ago, when I went 
back home to spend a weekend, I discovered a neighbor woman, one I used to 
go with once in a while before I married, servicing my younger sister, who 
was just about your age. I was completely fascinated, and I watched until 
they were done. Now I'd like to see it again, and with the extra thrill of 
watching my own wife giving you the action." 

"Suits me just fine," Ila answered. "Come on over, Bonnie, and let's get 
started." When Bonnie reached Ila and Ned's bed, Ila went on, "How would the 
rest of you like me to position myself, on my back, or with my butt up in 
the air with Bonnie lying under me and reaching up to exhilarate my cunt?" 
she asked. 

Most of the watchers wanted her on hands and knees, so Ila complied. Earl 
Allen and Grace Bacus were on the bed from which they could look just a few 
feet away directly into the uninhibited butt area of the high school girl 
graduate. 

Bonnie scooted under Ila and began to take up her position. "Ila, let me get 
more action into your activity, do you mind?" Bonnie asked. 

"Not at all," Ila answered, "what do you have in mind?" 

"Well, since my hips are facing Ned, I can play with my own cunt with one 
hand and with the other I can fondle and play with Ned's cock if he will lie 
alongside you and me." 

"Why didn't I think of that, Bonnie? That will be extra excitement, and will 
leave my mouth free to talk and describe what we are doing. Bonnie, make 
dear Ned pop his emission into the air, too, just for a change, and make all 
three of us go into orbit at the same time. The rest of you watch real close 
now," Ila concluded, lowering her cunt curls over Bonnie's waiting lips and 
moving them all over Bonnie's mouth and nose and cheeks before stopping with 
the pink lips just over Bonnie's extended tongue. 

The talk and action had brought Ned's pecker to erection already, and Bonnie 
found a fleshy rod to grasp when her searching hand went hunting. She gently 
massaged up and down on it, in order to time Ned's action to coincide with 
her own and Ila's. Her other hand crept down to her own navel. She made 
little circles around her belly-button, then wandered down to the cunt 
curls. 

She idly twined the thick curls around her first finger for several seconds. 
As she slowly opened her legs, her fingers crept lower, finding the inside 
of the long, tender lips. Slowly, she eased her fingers down to the far end 
of her slit, then back up the other side. Down the middle her fingers went 
again, this time just meeting the erecting clitoris, just becoming 
stimulated by its owners manipulations. Farther down her fingers went, to 
the end of her now moistening cunt lips, and on to her own asshole. 

Bonnie slowly raised her knees and finally her feet rested flat on the bed. 
Since her husband's and Grace's bed was just three feet away from her 
middle, they could now gaze without interruption at the whole masturbation 
proceedings Bonnie was carrying on. While her mouth nuzzled the inside of 
Ila's dripping cunt lips, Bonnie slowly inserted one finger into her own 
asshole. 

She slid it in as far as it would go, knowing that her husband and Grace 
were avid watchers. There was so much quivering going on in Ila's cunt from 
her tongue and lip action, that Bonnie took her finger out of her butt-hole 
and went back to her clitoris. Her other hand told her that the veins on 
Ned's prick were now bulging and he could fire his cannon at any time. She 
hurried the action of her own clitoris and surrounding vagina walls. 

"Oh, Bonnie, I'm just about to swoon away," Ila moaned, squirming her 
wriggling hips over Bonnie's face amorously and sensuously as her orgasm 
approached. "Keep your own cunt action going with one hand and Ned's pecker 
is ready to squirt. I'll put one finger into my own asshole, since I have 
nothing to do with my hands with both of you and Ned down at that end," Ila 
concluded. . 

She reached around behind herself and slid one finger into her tight 
orifice. The other couples were treated to the second woman stimulating her 
own anal tract while they all watched. 

"Go, now, Bonnie, get us all. My cunt and my asshole are burning with sex. 
I'm going, Bonnie, fucking myself while you suck me off and pump Ned's semen 
out of captivity. Fuck, Bonnie, Fuck yourself and me both! Fuck Ned with 
your clutching hand! Hold your palm over the tip of his pecker while he rams 
that hot fuck sauce into it. 

"When you finish with me, take you hand and put all of Ned's cream into your 
mouth and swallow that man-cream. Plunge your fingers clear into your vagina 
until you swoon clear away. When your lips and tongue drop away from my own 
cunt, I will know that you are done with yourself. Our audience will be so 
stimulated it will take them only seconds to do their own fucking. 

"FUCK! , Bonnie, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Fuck like mad and make us all COME. COME! 
COME! COME! I want to be swimming in a sea of hot come. That's it! I'M 
FUCKING, SCREWING, FUCKING, SCREWING! I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!" 

Ila's hips quivered against Bonnie's face as her own orgasm leveled her body 
against the woman underneath her. Bonnie's fingers plunged into her own 
vagina with a sucking noise that all her watchers could hear. And her other 
hand curved into a cup to catch all of Ned's spurts. When it was full, she 
carried it over to her mouth and slowly swallowed the hot cream. 

The come tasted delicious, as fresh, hot come always does, and soon 
everybody in the place was shooting off. It was the most powerful 
group-orgasm that the team had witnessed to date on the vacation. 

Exhausted and tired afterward, the group of fuckers rested for the night. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

During the next day, most of the men wondered just how Grace Bacus would 
look in the spotlight bedroom situation. With her forty one inch tits and 
natural red hair, they wondered if her partner, Les Cooks, would be able to 
restrain himself long enough to being her complete satisfaction in one or 
more of their four activities. 

Two of the guys slipped away to fish, and three more went for a fairly long 
hike, while most of the wives were content to soak up sunshine and extra 
vitamins for the strenuous exercise that lie ahead for the evening's 
activities. 

They had not long to wait after dinner was finished, and the five couples 
strolled into the living room, now a deluxe bedroom dedicated to utter and 
wanton sexual enjoyment, following Grace and Les, who had gone in first. 

Earl called for order and consulted his list of wife-swapping partners while 
Al Bacus fixed up the spotlight and tested the tape recorder. Ben checked 
all the microphones. 

"Tonight, all of you remember that Grace Bacus is the featured wife, and her 
partner is Les Cooks. His wife, Joyce, will be tangled with Ben Deane, 
Bonnie and our college man will exchange intimate screwing, Jennie Deane and 
Al Bacus will share a bed, I will have Ila Jaynes surrounding my pecker, and 
our college girl will be showing a few tricks, as well as her juicy cunt, to 
our high school humper. Okay, everybody-let ' s fuck! " 

Les kissed his wife farewell after reaching around her to lift her skirt 
above her hips so the rest of them could see her shapely roundness. While 
Grace undressed, she gave her voyeurs a running commentary on the visit that 
Earl and she had made to Les and Joyce's home when the swapping vacation was 
being planned. 

"I found out some of the things Les likes about a woman's body, so in 
carrying out my first activity, which, by the way, is number thirteen on the 
list, I will give Les a real recreation of that visit. Where's your belt 
buckle, big stud?" 

Grace found it herself. She undid it herself and eased his trousers off his 
legs. His shorts and shirt followed. 

"Well, Les, your pecker isn't hard yet. I'll see about that. My activity 
lets me French you until you pour that precious juice down my mouth and 
throat. I know just how much your prick likes a voluptuous pair of tits. You 
lie right down here on the bed." 

Grace shucked her halter off, leaving brief pants and a bra as her only 
attire. "I won't even give you both my tits at once." 

She reached around her back, and undid her bra. Holding one hand in front, 
she eased one breast carefully over the top of her bra. 

"When you have forty-one inches up here where it counts, you can do a lot of 
things." She leaned her head down and raised her left breast up, just short 
of her lips. 

"See, Les, I like these queen-size nipples and large aureoles, too. See?" 
Grace looked roguishly over at Les' prostrate form, then slowly kissed and 
fondled her breast with her red lips and searching tongue. 

Grace took another look at Les' middle. "I knew that would do a little good. 
Your cock is half erect. Can the rest of you see?" After a few seconds more 
of playing with her left breast, Grace eased it back into her bra and slowly 
eased her right breast out into the open. Instead of placing it in her 
mouth, she ran one hand slowly over it, reaching to the sensitive underside 
in her travels, then she placed her whole hand over the front, completely 
covering the nipple. 

"Look out, Les!" she taunted, "your cock is almost entirely erect. It will 
be waving back and forth before you know it. Maybe this will help." 

She spread two of her fingers, and her elongated nipple eased its way into 
view. Back and forth across the aureole her fingers went, with the nipple 
peeking out at its many eager watchers, chief of which was Les. 

"Is that better?" Grace teased, keeping up the massaging motion. Then she 
took both hands away from her bra. She slid her briefs off her ample hips, 
exposing the glorious red curls around her mischievous twat. "You like this, 
too?" 

Grace leaned over and her bra fell away from her queenly bosom, so that Les 
could see them by looking up her bra from the underside. She leaned entirely 
over him, the bra resting on his face. "Now take it off, and you can play 
with my tits a little all night. I'll help." 

Les lifted the bra out of the way, and Grace was finally naked beside him. 
She looked at his pecker again. Easing her way to his middle, she took her 
left breast in her hand. Guiding it expertly, she brushed it back and forth 
across his erecting member. Her nipple traced a complete circle over the 
reddening purplish organ. 

Next, she took both tits between her hand. She squeezed Les' cock between 
them and then worked the two up and down as he began to twitch in agony. 

"Oh, don't, don't ... tease so much, woman. If you are going to French me 
instead of putting my cock into your cunt, get started," he moaned. 

"Patience, Les, I want to play with your cock a lot so your wife can pick up 
a few tips. Then you can do just like this when you get home because she has 
fairly big tits, too." 

Grace eased her breasts away from their imprisoning shaft and lowered her 
mouth to it. She kissed it on two sides. Then she announced to Les and their 
watchers: This will be mostly a plain Frenching operation, but with just a 
little something different to begin with." 

Grace next kissed the tip and sides of his weapon and then took it 
completely into her mouth. She changed suddenly from gentle, careful 
actions, to a tightly gripping, fast motion. Up and down her mouth went, 
just as if it were her cunt squeezing his shaft, trying to get him to spout 
as soon as possible. 

When she felt Les about to lose everything, she raised her mouth about three 
inches from the tip of his cock, and gripped it with her hand. The first 
spurt shot into the air, and her mouth over it while he writhingly shot the 
rest of his manhood into her mouth. Grace swallowed the whole load and laved 
the sides of Les' cock until he was completely at rest. 

The voyeur couples around them were all ready for their own first fuck, so 
one after another they satisfied each other cock's and cunts. 

An hour later, Grace called for attention and announced that the second 
activity was coming up: "My first two activities mean that I will not get 
any satisfaction if I do them just as they are listed. However, I can 
arrange them so that my crack will get some attention, too. 

"Les, you get to screw my asshole this time, and here's how we will do it so 
as to get my cunt into the act. I'll lie on the edge of the bed, on my back. 
You get on your knees on the floor beside the bed, where you can reach my 
asshole with your pecker. Now, since I am lying on my back, I can reach my 
cunt pretty easily and masturbate while your are busy." 

Grace eased herself into position, and Les knelt beside the bed, aiming his 
shaft at Al Bacus' wife's rear entrance. "Since the rest of you are not 
supposed to fuck until we are through with each other, why don't some of you 
gather around our bed and watch. My husband knows I get more of a bang when 
I masturbate if I have an appreciative audience. Just an actress, that's 
me." 

Every wife-swapping couple accepted the invitation to go and watch. 

"Les, let me guide your prick around inside my dripping cunt until you are 
moist enough to get into my rear." 

She took his cock and laved it all around sideways through her crack. Then 
she helped him fit it just inside her rectum. She grimaced with the swelling 
at first, then relaxed as it found better going inside. 

Grace spread her legs more so her watchers could see better and this relaxed 
her rear-hole as well. Her educated fingers found her clitoris and she began 
to excite it. 

"I like to go over the top and bottom and side of my clitoris until my whole 
cunt feels exhilarated, like this," Grace told her listeners, looking into 
one face after another as she demonstrated. "Then all along the velvety 
walls. Finally, I get at least two fingers of my hand into my vagina for the 
final spasm. Les, keep going, and try to wait until I am ready to let go 
with my own doings." 

Grace squirmed from the bliss of her own ministrations. 

"Al, watch real close while another husband fills my rectum with his cock, 
and spurts his wad into it. I'll try to come at the same time while you and 
the other watchers look on. Wow! Your own cock is sure stiff just watching 
us. Jennie, don't do too much rubbing on my husband's prick or he will fire 
before Les and I can make it." 

Grace reached her free hand down to Les' cock and felt it all the way up to 
her asshole entrance, massaging it briefly to give extra stimulation. Les' 
body was twitching, and Grace knew he was about to let go with everything. 
She slid two fingers into her vagina, and worked them rapaciously back and 
forth. 

"I'm just about ready to go. Can everybody see? Les, watch my cunt real 
carefully while you spout inside me and I break into my own spasms. Ready? 
Let's go with a butt-hole fuck. FUCK! FUCK!!! You hear me? My fingers are 
getting to me-I can't wait! FUUCCKKK! GO, MAN, GO!!! Go to town with your 
fucking pecker in my fucking asshole!!! OHHHHHH, FUCK ME! FUCK 
MEEEEEEEEEE!!! " 

Les had no choice but to do as he was told. His come was closed up solidly 
inside Grace's asshole and he finally slid it out, followed by Grace's 
fingers' reluctant emergence from her vulva, just teasing the clitoris on 
the way out. Their watchers could hardly get back to their beds fast enough 
to carry out their second screwings of the night, and to rest until Grace 
was ready to go with Les again. 

* * * 

Finally, she called into her mike, "Let's go, fuckers and fuckeresses, I'm 
all ready for my third activity. It's number fourteen on the list, and it is 
a variation of the last one I enjoyed. I picked it out because I like the 
feel of a man's pecker sliding gently around inside my asshole when he isn't 
forcing things, but merely enjoying himself, too. 

"In addition, I will have another husband up here on the bed. Ben, you 
haven't been around me enough. Why don't you come up here while I service 
your cock-a-doodle-doo? And, Joyce, you had better come, too. I get to 
masturbate Ben to completion, so you join us and work yourself off because 
he won't have enough energy to screw you after I get through with him." 

The two partners scurried to Grace and Les' bed and listened to the former's 
instructions: "Now Ben, baby I want little old you to follow my instructions 
and get in position to lie down right under my head where I can reach you, 
with your head away from Les and me. Joyce, ease yourself down over him, 
with your rear facing me. Stay mostly on your knees, so I can see your whole 
cunt region from here and Ben has only to look straight up to see all of 
you, too. Okay?" 

She continued: "I'll get Les' pecker ready, and then we'll go. Just to be a 
little different, we will try to do this fuck as quickly as we can, and see 
if we can all make it within a few seconds of each other. Ready?" 

Everyone nodded, and Grace positioned herself over Ben's growing cock. "I 
won't tell you exactly how I will bring Les' weapon to stiffness. You'll 
just have to look or guess." 

Les approached Joyce from the rear, and she swung a leg over Ben's face, so 
he could look up at everything she had in the way of private equipment, now 
slightly public. Grace and Les could also look at her twat and her steaming 
asshole. 

Grace reached around herself and found Les' soft member. She lifted it up 
and let it nuzzle the tightness of her butt-hole. Up and down she eased it, 
then sideways across the round extremities of her exciting butt-cheeks. His 
cock started growing between her soft fingers and gentle journeys around her 
from her front and rear entrances. 

With two wet fingers, she coated Les' prick and eased his member into her 
asshole. 

"Joyce, you start in on your own exotic equipment while Ben and I watch. 
When his joy-stick begins to swell, I will begin on it, then all four of us 
will go." 

Grace put two fingers back in her own cunt, and gently braced herself 
against Les' beginning assault. "I just want to watch your prick, Ben, and 
see all the motions it makes coming to life, then, bending over a little, 
erecting a little more, and then, finally getting ready for my lips and 
tongue. Watch Joyce real close, Ben, because she is an expert at 
masturbating herself. " 

"And I love it, too, Grace. As son as we get home, I will come over to your 
house a few afternoons a week, and we will have a session while waiting for 
our husbands to come home. Wives can't get enough of each other, and the way 
nature put us together, the husbands do not miss anything." 

"That's right, Joyce. It simply makes us that much hotter for a session with 
our husbands at night, or a swap with each other's husbands. Listen, now 
that our fingers are real soaked with cunt juice, reach back and tease your 
asshole a little." Joyce complied. "There, Les, isn't that cute? Oh, Ben, 
your pecker rose up a little more just watching your partner handle that 
hole. 

And I can feel Les' cock growing and straining at my rectum canal." 

Grace lowered her face almost to Ben's growing pecker. "I guess I better 
start in on your shaft, Ben, so you won't be behind the others. I want to 
kiss it a little. Then lick it up and down. Then I'll suck on your nuts a 
little. Shall I?" 

"There's only one answer to that," Ben gasped, and Grace eased her mouth 
farther down. Up and down its length she kissed the growing cock. Then she 
put her tongue out all the way and licked it on every side. Feeling Les' 
cock pulsing more and more toward ejaculation, she hustled on and his cock 
stood at complete attention. Then she had to quit. 

"Listen, people, the time is almost here. I'll play with my tits with one 
hand while I work on Ben's balls. You all watch my hand. When I take it away 
from my hot tits and put it on my cunt, that is the signal for Joyce and Les 
to fire as soon as they can. 

"I'll make Ben squirt in my mouth and my hand will bring me satisfaction. 
Try to make it all at the same time with a four-way fuck! I can't talk with 
my mouth full of Ben's pulsing pecker, so just go ahead as much together as 
you can!" Grace sucked Ben's balls nearly out of shape before she moved back 
up to his purple-tipped prick. "Ben, you and Les can both see my fingers if 
you will just watch carefully." It was Joyce speaking now. "I have an extra 
long clit and it is just awfully sensitive. So, I simply take two fingers 
and go around every side of it to bring myself all the stimulation I can 
until I am ready for my orgasm. 

"I'm getting awfully close now, and I like to think of my clitoris as a 
little prick that is powerful enough though it is small, since it is 
connected up to the rest of my sexual system. My fingers are gripping and 
sliding all over it now, and I can't wait anymore to fuck myself, Grace. All 
of you go! ALL OF YOU FUCK!!! Fuck Grace's butt-hole with your prick, Les. 
Fuck Grace's lips and tongue, Ben, full of your come sauce! FUCK YOURSELF, 
GRACE!!! I am fucking mad and I'm going to fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" 

So violent was Joyce's masturbation that she collapsed all over Ben so that 
it nearly plumped his prick out of Grace's mouth before she could harvest 
all his fuck juice. So excited were their watchers that all began to come 
just as Les fired his wad into Joyce's blistering asshole. 

Thus did Grace finish her third activity. 

Nearly two hours went by while the couples rested before Grace called them 
to order and prepared for her final activity. 

"This is nun her eighteen on the list, you fuckers, and it is just ideal for 
a passionate woman who likes to be around another woman. 

"Sue, why don't you come up here and get a real warm-up for your featured 
night tomorrow? I will need two husbands, too. One besides my partner for 
tonight, that is. Earl, since you originated this vacation, you're entitled 
to be up here." 

.Sue and Earl hurried to Grace and Les' bed and listened for further 
instructions. 

"Lie down, Sue, and I will lie on top of you. We will have a time with 
ourselves, and the men will do all the action on our cracks with their 
fingers. Our watchers will get a real good look, since we will both have our 
legs wide apart. Your crack will be facing up and mine will be facing down 
while the men operate on us. Everybody understand?" 

Grace lowered herself over the college girl's body beauty. Her enormous 
breasts flattened themselves on Sue's upturned bosoms. Their pelvis regions 
touched in a sensuous embrace. She began to French-kiss the married woman, 
and Grace returned her sucking tongue action. Les started in on Sue's cunt 
sides and Earl stroked Grace's pulpy cunt as the slime began to gather all 
over its silky surface. 

Up and down the men's fingers traveled, gripping the women's clits. Grace 
moaned, and Sue bent her arm around to take Grace's right tit in her own 
delicate fingers. Each massaged the other's breast within the tight embrace 
their bodies made with each other. 

Then, at a signal, the men exchanged cunts with their fingers. The two 
queens of fuck made their hips squirm ever more at this change of 
stimulation, and the two men were pleased to note how near they were to 
reaching orgasm. 

"Are you about to slide over the edge, Grace?" Earl asked. The top woman 
could only nod her head as her glistening tongue was locked with Sue's in a 
passionate lock. 

"They're just about to make it, Earl," Les called to his partner in 
masturbation of beautiful women. 

As if by signal, each man slid a finger into his partner's asshole and the 
two swooned away in utter bliss. 

Grace rolled off Sue, and Les immediately rammed his pecker into her 
drenched twat, and Earl did the same with Sue so that each woman on the 
spotlighted bed had pecker-ramming as well as finger-fucking to finish them 
off for the night. Since Sue had Left Tippy to join Grace, Tippy had to 
hurry over to Ila, because Earl had left the high school girl to get in the 
spotlight, so that all the couples could make their last screwing session of 
the next-to-last night of their swapping vacation a rousing, fucking ball!! 

Fucking, fucking and more fucking is all this hot little group could think 
about! There was probably more come in that cabin than water in all the 
oceans of the world!!! 

* * * 

Soon it was time to sleep again, after a hard day of fucking to beat the 
band. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

All the couples soaked up sun and vitamins the next day, adding plenty of 
vegetable juice to their diet, and came to the dinner table as hungry as 
possible, many of them after taking naps and short hikes. As they trooped 
into the living room, Earl searched his list to see that everything would be 
taken care of that had been planned for their last night. 

Les Cooks turned on the spotlight for the featured bed, and Ben checked all 
the mikes for volume. When Earl was satisfied with the plans, he spoke. 

"Our college girl is the featured woman for our last night, and her partner 
is the lucky Al Bacus. Joyce Cooks will share intimacies with our college 
student, Ned Harney. Bonnie and Ben will find out all about each other, 
while his wife screws me into the throes of ecstasy. That leaves Ila with 
Les, And Grace will entertain our high school graduate, Tippy Gans. All 
ready, Sue?" 

"You bet you pecker, I'm ready, Earl, but I would like to make a little 
change. It would be better if I could switch my first two activities in 
order to do number nine with part of my clothes on-to make it more 
exciting-and then number four after I am entirely naked with all the 
husbands and wives and Ila and Tippy and Ned getting their fill of watching 
what I do." 

Earl consulted his list again, and nodded his head: "Sure, that's all right. 
Go ahead, I'm going to do my share of looking, too, believe me. 

The others noted that Sue had changed into a fairly long, black dress for 
dinner, the skirt of which was wide-pleated, and they now began to wonder if 
this would fit into her execution of her first activity. They did not have 
long to wait. 

"Come on over to our bed, Al. You will be able to get the best look at me, 
but stay a little over to the side so the others can watch, too." 

Al stepped over to the spotlighted bed, and hurried off with his clothes. 
The watching couples did the same, and watched Sue pick idly at her auburn 
hair. When everybody but Sue was naked, she slid off her shoes, and stood up 
on the bed, in her stocking feet. She slowly raised her full skirt to her 
knees, then halfway up her thighs. Her plump, round thighs were so sexy that 
all six peckers attached to the men present began to imitate the sun in the 
morning, i.e., they rose high in the sky. Even the women and Ila gazed in 
admiration. 

Then Sue said, as she stopped short of pulling her skirt off, "Oh, I almost 
forgot, my lead-off activity is to masturbate. I just thought it would be 
more fun for everybody if I left my clothes on. We'll see." 

Sue slid the zipper down on the front of her dress a ways, then stopped. 
Reaching around her, she undid her bra. Placing one hand under it, she 
looked first at one breast and then the other, to reassure herself that 
those luscious pretties were ready to be bared naked before her voyeurs on 
the other beds. Then she started raising her skirt again. Up to her hips it 
went this time. 

Turning her back on her watchers, she lifted the back of her skirt up to her 
hips while the front dropped down again. Sue leaned over until her back was 
parallel with the bed. Holding up her skirt with one hand across the upper 
part of her hips, she reached for the elastic of her panties with the other 
hand. Slowly and tantalizingly, she slid her fingers around the elastic of 
her panties with the other hand. Slowly and tantalizingly, she slid her 
fingers around the elastic, then gripped it. 

Slowly, she started to slide it down. Teasingly, she exposed the round, pink 
buttocks ever so slowly. The cleft showed up like the sides of a mitten, a 
little wisp of the asshole curls showing. Just as the panties reached the 
cross-crease at the lower edge of her buttocks, Sue let loose. Slowly again, 
she lowered her skirt. 

She turned around and faced her watchers again, her face now flushed from 
leaning over and her excitement as the exhibitionist for the evening. Up 
went the front of the skirt again until the top of the elastic of her 
panties was reached again. Holding the skirt up again, she eased the front 
of her panties slowly down until they just cleared the reddish-brown, thick 
curls around her cunt. 

Sue smiled at all her eager watchers and then looked down at Al, who was 
intently ogling the partially exposed nakedness above him. Holding her skirt 
with one hand at the level of her navel, Sue gingerly placed the other hand 
over her twat curls. Then she slid her finger farther in. 

She flexed her knees and stooped a little more. In a partial crouch, she 
began to massage the inside of her sex. The in-and-out action of her hand 
bumped across the top of the bunched panties, remaining resolutely at 
half-mast for all to see. 

"Oh, damn, people, I have to pay attention to my tits, too. They just have 
to be in on the action when I masturbate." She dropped her skirt, and it 
stopped on top of her massaging hand. The hand sped up to her bra. She 
pushed it aside and exposed one tit entirely. Mashing her breast down, she 
gradually eased up on it and tenderly fondled first the nipple until it was 
quite erect, and then divided her attention between the brown aureoles and 
the sensitive underside of her gorgeous mammaries. 

She parted her legs a little more and squatted a tiny bit more. "Can you all 
see me?" Without waiting for an answer, she smiled at them all, and 
increased the action of one hand on her cunt and the other on her tit. Then 
she changed her upper hand to the other breast, and increased the plunging 
fingers' action in her juicy cunt. 

Then, suddenly, she turned around. Leaning over, she knelt on hands and 
knees. She raised her skirt until it lay across the top of her hips. Her 
yellow panties were bunched into a horizontal knot, just below the ledge of 
her voluptuous buttocks. 

She went at her juicy cunt from the front, and, through the gap between her 
thighs, her audience could just see her fingers working into her crack. Her 
other hand kept busy on one tit after another. That is, she went from tit to 
tit. "Oh, people, you've got no idea how mildly exciting this feels. My 
clitty is so sensitive to touch, I could do this any hour of the day or 
night. I could even do it in church-it feels that good. I work two fingers 
around its elongated tip like a child putting his two lips on the end of a 
banana for the first bite. It just about makes me swoon with delicious 
delight. Some of the time, I don't even try to put my fingers into my 
steaming vagina. I just leave that for a man. Is that the way some of you 
other women do?" 

"Part of the excitement of playing with my own juicy cunt," Ila interrupted, 
"is thinking how excited the rest of it will get when a probing prick rims 
the inside and starts begging me to orgasm. Oh, fiddle-dee-dee, I don't know 
whether to finish myself off while you are watching or let someone else do 
it." 

Then Sue began to moan on the featured bed. "ARRRGGGGGHHHH," she cried. 

"We'll all come and stand right behind you, Sue." It was Tippy. The rest 
joined him in speeding from their own beds to get a long look. 

Sue's butt-hole began to wink at them as the beginning of her orgasm 
approached. Faster and faster her fingers went, the slime showing now on her 
fingers as they slid out of her cunt in their delicious in-and-out motions. 
Her moans became louder and more agonizing. Then her butt thrashed back and 
forth sideways. 

"Arrrgggghhhh," Sue maintained, "this is the greatest I ever did for myself. 
It's having interested people watching me that does it. My legs are so 
trembly that they are about to collapse. Watch close! I'm about to go in a 
delirious trance while I masturbate my slippery cunt! Watch! Everybody! I'm 
fucking, fucking, FUCKING!!!" 

Then there was no more. Sue fell over sideways in total collapse, with her 
straining still at half-mast. The other couples ran to their beds to do 
their fucking, while Al ripped Sue's skimpies off her and found the heated 
vagina Sue had been talking about. All the way in was lubricated with her 
cunt juice, and he had only to ram three times before he slammed his own 
fuck juice into the college girl's gripping, nipping cunt. 

Sue's crack was temporarily satisfied, but her mouth was not. Before rolling 
out from under Al's body, after its plunging exercise into her torrid twat, 
Sue called out: "My next activity needs another man up here in the spotlight 
with me and Al. Tippy, you are real young and your cock is long and slender. 
Come on up here by my extra partner. I will French both you and Al, and 
neither of you will know which one I will make squirt first. Only God will 
know. Sounds like fun, eh?" 

Tippy left Al's wife and sped to Sue's side, where he lay down beside her. 
His pecker was still wet from the co-mingled secretions of his own juice and 
Al's wife's special sauce. Keeping her lips together, Sue just barely kissed 
the sloping surface just short of the tip. She leaned over and did the same 
on the other slope of the tip. His cock throbbed slightly. Then Sue let up 
entirely and she moved all the way to the underside of the boy's nuts. 

Opening her mouth wide, she encompassed one whole nut. Slowly pushing it out 
like she would a peach pit, she started to gobble the other nut. After a few 
seconds, she pushed it out, too. Tippy's cock was almost entirely hard 
again. Sue stuck out her tongue and traced a long, slow line all the teasing 
way to the tip. When Tippy began to squirm, Sue put a nut back in her mouth 
and chomped down hard on it. Then she moved over to Al's soft, resting 
shaft. 

"This is what I like. Taking a pecker all the way from soft to hard. Now 
listed to the rest of my activity. As soon as one of you sees me make the 
other squirt in my mouth, he must straddle me right away and pour into me 
just as fast as he can. You hear?" 

Sue put her mouth down Al's softness. From the hairs at the base, Sue put 
out her tongue as far as she could. With the fastest motion possible, she 
made one swipe clear to the tip. Al's cock stirred a little. Then along the 
other side in the same motion, like a house painter taking a quick slash 
with a brush along a board. His cock stirred a little more. She took the 
entire end in her mouth and squeezed with all the force of her soft, pulsing 
lips. Just as it was beginning to rear up, Sue went back to Tippy's pecker. 
Al and Tippy were lying parallel to Sue, on either side. 

This time, Sue made three fast motions of the boy's cock all the way into 
her throat. Tippy's shaft was now completely hard. It throbbed when she let 
it slip out of her mouth. Al's cock was waiting. She planted eight tender 
kisses in a row along the entire length. Back to Tippy's pecker, Sue first 
looked at it with gusto. 

She took the whole pecker in her mouth and clasped it in her lips tightly. 
Al decided the girl might make the boy squirt this time, so he watched 
Tippy's face. Sure enough, his facial muscles began to draw and his eyes 
bulged. Al climbed over Sue, who kept Tippy's pecker in her mouth. 

Into Sue's cunt Al drove, hurrying to bring her his spouting dew. Watching 
Sue's lips, he saw the boy's cock swell with the emissions of his manhood. 
Two more plunges, and Al poured his own offering into the college girl's 
clinging cunt. 

The other couples were so nearly ready that they lost no time. Ned 
discharged into Joyce's cunt in four strokes while Ben Deane was only 
seconds behind him with Earl Allen's wife. Earl rammed Ben's wife in the 
asshole in only a few strokes, and Ila sucked off Grace while Les ravaged 
her cunt from behind, since Grace's partner, Tippy, had been on the 
spotlighted bed. 

Nearly two hours later, Sue took charge again. My third activity is number 
nineteen on the list. I will need a set of partners for this, and Al will 
mostly eagerly watch. Then he will make up for it on the fourth and last 
activity. Let's see. The rules forbid a husband and wife actually fucking 
each other, but this is simply helping me with my activity. So, I want Ben 
and Jennie Deane to join me on the spotlighted bed. Comin?" 

Earl called out, "I will ask Ila to come and be my bed partner for this, 
then my wife can go and join Ila's present partner, Les Cooks. Then we will 
be completely swapped again. Okay, everybody?" 

The double exchange was made, and Sue went on. "This is just a little change 
from Frenching a man's prick, and I think you will like it, Ben. Jennie, you 
sit up straight, with your legs out in front of you. I will suck and lick 
your husband's prick until it is almost erect enough to be useful on a bed. 

"Then, I'll have Ben scoot under your legs with his member pointing in the 
air. It will be tipping up between your legs about half-way up your thigh. 
I'll tell you what to do next, later." Sue leaned over and found Ben's limp 
prick. Taking it gingerly between two fingers, she looked at it carefully 
for nearly two minutes, occasionally squeezing it the least bit with her 
fingers. It started to come alive. 

"The way I will do this, you will not be sure whether you wife is really 
making you spurt that fuck sauce our from those squirming balls in their 
tight sacs, or if I'm doing it." Sue extended her tongue and licked up and 
down the entire length of his now erect pecker. 

"You probably don't slip it between your wife's thighs very often, do you? 
It is a little different way of getting all-over squeezing. Your wife's 
thighs are real plump and sexy and so are the other wives here on the 
vacation. Any one of them could make you lose your manhood with the right 
kind of teasing with your stiff member between their thighs. 

"Let me kiss and suck the end of it a little. Do you think your husband 
likes that, Jennie? He is not saying much. But his eyes are beginning to 
roll and his legs twitch. As soon as I kiss and suck it some more, I will 
put it between your legs, Jennie." 

Sue bent to her exhilarating task of alternately kissing and sucking Ben's 
prick while Jennie watched her husband prepare for orbit into sexual 
pleasure. 

Sue let up and asked, "Can the rest of you see? If not, this little boy is 
now a rampaging stud, ready to scrutinize anything in sight. Oh, did I pop a 
funny? Scoot under your wife's legs, Ben. That's it." 

Jennie spread her licentious legs slightly, then lowered them over her 
husband's pecker. 

"Just as I thought," Sue went on, "this red nosed rammer just shows nicely 
over the top of Jennie's thighs. I can barely reach it." She knelt and 
caressed all over the knob and down onto Jennie's beefy thighs. "Whoa, Ben, 
don't fire yet! Now, Jennie, raise your knees up and down about an inch or 
two at each stroke with your husband's cock sweetly imprisoned between. 

"We'll both watch his face so we'll know when he is about to spurt. Go to 
it! Just slow strokes. You won't have to hustle, not if I know the signs." 

Jennie began her squeezing strokes and Ben's pecker stuck even farther out, 
the bloodied head contrasting with the tan-pink color of his wife's 
voluptuous legs. 

"Look, Jennie, your husband's pecker is turning slowly from a bright red to 
a touch of purple. I wonder if it will be fairly dark purple by the time he 
turns his tap on for us? Well, we will soon find out. Watch Ben's face, 
Jennie." Sue leaned over the two who were locked in a strange, and probably 
illegal, embrace. Her mouth slipped easily over Ben's pecker and she raised 
her head up and down in time with Jennie's masturbating motions with her 
plump thighs. Then Jennie began to watch Ben's face. 

"You are just about to go, aren't you Ben? I can tell. Don't wait. Oust that 
thick, milky stuff that Sue likes so well, whenever you can. Your balls are 
churning like mad ... I know from the signs. They will make all the spouting 
come sauce that Sue can swallow. Give it to her now, Ben! Stay there Sue. 
Keep your tongue down inside your mouth and let your lips do all the work. 

"Swallow all that delicious fuck-dew and then you will have something 
delicious to think about on your last activity." 

Ben's eyes rolled more and more and then his legs tried to get out from 
under that delightful prison as his come started to flow. 

"Now, Sue, suck it right. I can feel his cock veins throbbing like made. 
That's it! Fuck her mouth, Ben! Fill it full of fuck sauce and remember it 
the next time I French you. Now! NOW! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!" 

When the last drop of come had found its way into Sue's throat, she finally 
let up. Jennie eased her legs away, giving all her watchers a look at her 
asshole and bare cunt as she did so. Leaving Sue and Al just one more 
activity on the list. 

"My last activity," Sue said, "the final one of our vacation, if fairly 
simple, but you will get to see a bit of action before you start in on your 
own individual fucking. I need another couple up here. Let's see ... Bonnie, 
who don't you and Les come up here? Then Ila can go over to Ben and tend to 
his cock." 

Sue told Bonnie and Les to lie down right in front of the spotlight, next to 
each other, on their backs. 

"I will be leaning over you, and Al will get to screw my butt-hole." The 
pair got into position, and Les put his left arm around Bonnie's shoulder 
and the other arm on her nearest breast. 

Sue leaned down over her visiting couple. Then she slowly edged her knees 
farther and farther apart so the cheeks of her rear exposed the rich, 
reddish-brown curls around her cunt as well as the tight hole just above it, 
ringed with a few more well-placed, short, silky curls. Al gazed longingly 
at all this and his cock began to swell. Both couples on the beds at either 
side could also get a good view of Sue's private parts, so willingly 
exhibited for all to see. 

Sue pulled the mike close to her head so it was leaning over Bonnie's hip. 
Sue gripped Les' soft cock between two fingers and slid a finger of her 
other hand into Bonnie's cunt. Teasing and tantalizing the sexual equipment 
of the two below her, she spoke into the mike. 

"Al, let your soft prick nuzzle all around the outside of my asshole until 
it just begins to have a little erection. Then reach it down a short ways 
and lubricate it with the lips of my naked cunt. Then, ease it against the 
surface of my ass and take you time getting into it." 

"She continued: "The reason I like Al in my asshole is that he has such a 
tickle in his pickle, and he doesn't try to force me. That way I get more 
fun out of it. I can almost get an orgasm looking at your cock, Les, and, 
Bonnie, your palpitating cunt is nice too. I'm going to make Les squirt up 
into the air and give Bonnie a squirming orgasm." 

Bonnie was just on the verge of orgasm, Sue noted, so she decided to work 
fast. Then she noticed that Les' cock was big and hard. "Your pecker is just 
about to juice me, Les." 

Sue continued: "Soon after he shoots, I will have to crap, and, if one of 
the women wants to, she can lick it as it comes out because it will have 
lots of Al's come on it! Oh, Bonnie is coming now! Les, Spurt in my hand! 
Al, ram it up my asshole," she shouted, nearly out of her mind with sexual 
delirium. 

"All the rest of you, go fuck-fuck and suck!!! Don't stop! JUST FUCK, FUCK, 
FUCK AND THEN FUCK SOME MORE-DON'T STOP FUCKING!!! 

FUCK ALL NIGHT LONG-FUCK ALL NIGHT LONG!!! 

And so they did! 


THE END
