Gerald Summers - The Mouth Merchants

"I guess you noticed that with all the sucking activity, when it came to outright fucking, the guys always went with their wives. Which was the way Susie and I wanted it. And now the group wanted to gee Susie and me fucking.

"For some reason, with all those mirrors, and with that whole group just sitting around watching while I started to fuck Susie, I was really turned on. I don't remember my cock ever being harder. And Susie was really wound up, too.

"I fucked her on her back, on her side, poised on her hands and knees. Every way I could think of. And it was a wild fuck. The best. Susie shot off at least five times, and when I finally got my rocks off it was so tremendous that I Just wanted to stay in that warm, wonderful cunt for the rest of my life.

"Susie and I got a small round of applause after our performance. And then it was Tony's turn.

"He made some comment about our group being basically a 'suck' group, and then proceeded to do something I had never in my fucking life seen before. He just started bending over, and the son of a bitch started sucking his own cock. I told you it was long, but Jesus, I'd never heard of anything like that.

"As soon as it was hard, though, Diane took over. She knelt in front of him, with her arms stretched wide away from her body, and she let Tony use her mouth like a cunt. He held on to her head and fucked furiously away at her mouth. I don't know how Diane took that punishment, but she seemed to enjoy it.

"A couple of more joints and a couple of drinks later and Rick and Donna took to the fucking couch.

"When they were finished, I was feeling hot again, so I headed for Diane. She was the only one I hadn't sucked on. Her pussy was smooth and gorgeous, and with me being less than really hot, I worked nice and slow and steady on that cunt, building her up to one come after another. I was enjoying her enjoyment.

"The night finally ended with everybody really exhausted. We just plopped down where we were and went to sleep. Susie and I were cuddled like a couple of kids. But Susie did make one comment before we fell off to sleep. 'I'm glad,' she said, 'that you're the one who belongs to me.'

"I guess I don't have to tell you that Susie and I went back to that ranch every chance we got. And the group got bigger and bigger. In fact, one weekend there were thirty-four people there. You've never seen fucking and sucking like that in your life.

"In fact, that club of ours got to be such a way of life for us, that we decided to move closer to the action. Tony got me a job, better than the one I had before, and now we're only about a half hour from all that great sucking action. And Susie and I are happier with our married life than we've been since the honeymoon.

"We've had only one bit of trouble ever since the club has been going on. This one broad came with her husband, and right off she started to bad-mouth the whole scene'. She threatened to call the police-hell, it would have taken them a day and a half to get to the place-and called us all perverts and rotten things like that.

"But we got even with her. And it was just up her alley. That gal ended up sucking off every guy there. Twelve of us, if I remember right. And she didn't just suck for a couple of seconds and then move on to the next guy. She sucked each of us until we shot off down her throat. That fucking broad must have swallowed at least a quart of come. And when she was finished, she wasn't bad-mouthing anymore. In fact, she was begging for more cock.

"It's really strange the way people react to our club. She was the worst. But other people, who liked the idea at first, when it got around to performing, were so shy that they virtually had to be forced. But once they got the hang of it, everything was fine.

"I guess it's just the way everybody was brought up. To hide how they feel and the things they'd like to do. That's not Susie's and my problem anymore, and we're sure a hell of a lot better off."

The optimism of the subject's last comment cannot be shared within the context of reality except in a strictly temporary sense. An arrangement such as the subject, his wife, and members of the "turkey ranch" club have will eventually either run into legal difficulties or will feel the oppressive shadow of boredom being cast even over its strongly hedonistic atmosphere.

Apartment Seven, Please

"The first time I ever saw Brad it was at the pool, that overgrown bathtub we caned a pool, anyway, and immediately I feared and suspected that I was hooked.

"Now don't go tripping out, please, and think I'm laying a love-at-first-sight bit down; I'm no fool and love is one of those grossly magnified four-letter words. I'm twenty-six (yes, I know I don't look it), hip, and I've been around enough to know exactly what I like.

"Also, all the things I don't like, which is at least as important. Heading that list is boredom-a grand and general heading that certainly includes having a husband, children, living in some jerkwater town and all the other by-products of the American Dream Scheme. I left small-town U.S.A. when I was seventeen, in the car of a total stranger who might have turned out to be a murderer, for all I cared, impulsively getting in the new car when it stopped. It turned out that the stranger was a buyer for a big antique shop in Los Angeles, on his way home, and he had this 'thing' for girls with long red hair.

"Los Angeles! Hollywood! Oh, yes, I was down-home enough to sincerely believe they were waiting for me out there. After all, I'd been the lead in a few school plays, I had lucked out with mother nature, what with having the big green eyes, pretty pink skin, and lack of freckles that redheads are rarely lucky enough to get, and I had the kind of body that lost me my innocence before I was fifteen, all curves with the kind of tits and round little ass that just filled a man's big hands. Sure, Hollywood would be waiting open-armed, so I willingly allowed Ken whatever-his-name-was to drive me there with only the clothes on my back!

"Well, Hollywood turned out to be a little different than I'd expected, about the same as it must be for every other pretty girl who arrives full of hopes and youth. I landed there with a few bills, thanks to friend Ken, a modest wardrobe from the same source, and a cunt that ached from being fucked so often along the way that we arrived three days past schedule. Ken belatedly informed me that he had a wife and three kids nearby, deposited me in a crummy apartment-hotel in Hollywood, and split, promising to return in a few nights.

"It took me about an hour to convince the man at the desk that he should give me Ken's money, that I didn't want the lousy room. Finally I used my age to get me what I wanted. I had no intention of seeing Ken again now that I was in Hollywood-he was a link with my drab past, and burning bridges was my thing that week. As I walked along the famous Hollywood Boulevard, the small suitcase banging against my calf, I went to work on the other link-my name. I'd been saddled with May Beth all my life, and it was great fun to slowly wander through the shops and busy streets considering and rejecting new names. I finally settled on Kristi Y-, inspired by some new hair lotion advertised in the window of a fancy drugstore I passed. I was busy trying the name on for size when I bumped straight into a tall, handsome older man.

"I was too inexperienced to realize Vern had caused the 'accident.' 'Take it easy, baby,' he cautioned, reaching out to steady me.

"Feeling damn clumsy, I apologized, and before I knew it I was walking along with Vern, attempting to follow his smooth line. When we came to his shiny new car I got in without thinking, nodding when he suggested a pizza at some little hole in the wall a few blocks off the main drag. What with the pizza and the coke, it took us all of an hour and a half before we were tucked into a big bed, this time in a. nice, new motel not far from the Sunset Strip.