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“Fuck me, fuck me,” working herself up into a furious frenzy. I slipped my pants down, freed my swollen cock and entered her glorious muff. She was awfully tight and I thought of offering her a shoehorn, but instead I was soon lying back and letting her lower herself onto my waiting timber. She bounced up and down on it with a vengeance till she had multiple orgasms and I blew an enormous load into her.
    In the meanwhile I could hear that Don and Lori had finished, and Lori was saying that she usually had such a hard time finding something to fit. Fully satisfied, Marta eased herself off, and we went back in to join Lori and Don. The girls smiled and said, “See ya next week.” Don and I turned the lights back on, raised the gate and let them out. After straightening our ties, we were once again ready for business. I sure do like those Tuesday nights.
—J.D., San Diego, Calif.
    YOUNG SWINGERS TASTE SEASONED COCK AND CUNT AND CANT GET ENOUGH
    Barbara and I are a couple who’ve been happily married for six years, and swinging for four of those years. We are in our twenties and we have restricted our swinging to those in, or near, our own age group. Until last month, that is.
    In early summer we placed an ad with a photo of us in one of the national swingers’ publications, stating that we were bisexual and interested in similar couples or in single bi women, but we didn’t specify any age limitation. Within two weeks of the magazine’s publication, we received a total of seventeen responses, all but a few from people who lived too far away or who were too far-out in their sexual preferences.
    One reply was from a fifty-two-year-old woman who wrote that she and her fifty-four-year-old husband were interested in meeting us for a look-each-other-over drink. Enclosed were two sharp color photos of them totally nude. Moreover, they lived less than five miles from us, both were bisexual and their time was quite flexible.
    The following day I sent them a short note with our phone number and a request that they call as soon as possible. That was on Tuesday, and Thursday evening the woman called. Barbara spoke to her and set a date for us to meet them for cocktails on Saturday.
    The couple, Glen and Evelyn, were pure British gentility. He was in the import business, and they had come to the United States eight years before with the intention of staying no more than six months. Once they had experienced the California weather, however, they decided to remain and planned to become citizens. Barbara and I were greatly impressed by their manner and speech and found them to be even more attractive in person than their photos had indicated. After downing two rounds of Scotch and soda, the four of us left in their car and in twenty minutes we reached their lovely condominium.
    Glen put a tape on the stereo, Evelyn fixed the highballs and we sat down to drink and chat. There was no pressure on any of us, nor were any overt advances made until Barbara commented how much she had been impressed by Evelyn’s photo and I said something flattering about Glen’s genital endowment.
    “Perhaps seeing the genuine article would be more satisfactory,” Evelyn said, rising from her chair. “Come, Glen, let us disrobe and be completely immodest.”
    They disappeared into their bedroom and returned in a few minutes stripped to the buff. “We find nudity ever so comfortable and always go about the place like this in the evening and on the weekends,” Glen explained.
    Limp, his cock hung down to an honest six inches, and I felt certain that it would swell to eight inches at least. Evelyn’s pubic hair was cropped quite close, though not shaved, and the lips of her cunt were plainly visible. Her eyes fastened on Glen’s cock, Barbara began removing her clothes, and I also started to undress.
    Evelyn made the first move by grasping my cock gently and offering me her mouth. My right hand went to her cunt, my left to her breast, and we