was obvious that she wanted even more than I was now giving her.
“Fuck me harder,” she then said, “fuck me just as hard as you possibly can. I want it to hurt. I want it to really hurt. Make me bleed if you can.”
Well, I didn't make her bleed, but I'm sure I came close to it. I just kept ramming my cock in and out of her, and she kept pressing her ass back into me, and then I was exploding inside her, and I could feel the come oozing out of her ass crack and running down between our bodies.
She was moaning and groaning, and so was I. I could feel more and more come shooting out of me, and I could feel her responding just the way I wanted her to. She was really turned on by then, and I was just turning her on more and more. I could feel her closing her asshole around me even tighter than it was, and just applying the greatest amount of pressure on my prick.
She let out one last heave, and then her body lay perfectly still under mine. She seemed to be sound asleep at that point, and I thought she had blacked out on me. I could feel her breathing and that was all. Finally I realized that she wasn't asleep.
“I'm still here,” she said.
“So am I,” I said.
“I can feel that,” she said.
“I'm still hard,” I then said.
“It's a good thing,” she said, “because I want to fuck some more. I want to fuck a lot more.”
And that was just what we did. I rolled her over on her stomach, and I got my cock right inside her, and I fucked her until she was so sore that she couldn't move any more. I could tell that she was the sorest she had ever been because of the agony that swept all over her face.
It was an agony though that she didn't mind feeling. In fact, she wanted to feel even more than she did. I could feel my cock getting soft inside her cunt, but then she seemed to press her cunt in against it from all sides, and I could feel myself getting hard again.
“Don't you ever get soft on me again,” she said. “I want you to stay hard.”
And stay hard I did, and for the longest time. I don't know how many times I came inside her, but it was quite a few. She came at least as many times as I did, and maybe even more. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and in the morning we woke up with our bodies all tangled together.
That was just the beginning of what turned out to be a very long relationship. And that's what went wrong with it. It went on for too long. We finally just got sick of one another, and that's when it ended. Ginger and I began fucking again, but then we went looking for another couple.
It seems like we had an easier time finding people after that. We seemed to find people all over the place then. I found this one guy at work who said he wanted to swap wives, and when I saw his wife, I was all for it. She was really something, and she and I got in a lot of good fucking.
That's how I met my second wife actually. She was someone else's wife and I met her at this part where her husband and I swapped. After awhile we got so we really liked each other, and then we made the mistake of getting married. First we had to go through the whole business of getting divorced from the people we were married to, and by the time that was over, we already hated each other.
Our getting married was sort of anti-climatic. As it turned out, Ginger got married to my new wife's first husband, and now we see them every so often, and we swap with them. I really like fucking Ginger now that she's someone else's wife, and she really likes having me fuck her now that I'm someone else's husband. Funny how these things work out.
Mr. Davis stopped coming to see me after this second interview for about six months, and then he came back. I noticed that his condition was even worse then. However, from these first two interviews, I think you can see what I mean. He is extremely neurotic and in great need of psychotherapy.
I have put him on tranquilizers since, but those are only a temporary measure. I really don't think they will have any long range effect on him. In fact, I'm sure, they'll only cover up the tension that is building under the surface.
Donald White
35 years of age
Married
NOTES:
Mr. White was referred to me by his family doctor. It seems that Mr. White and his wife have been engaged in wife swapping since their honeymoon. They were married when they were very young, and it was only to spite then-parents that they got married at all.
Both Mr. and Mrs. White come from wealthy parents, and they are both used to getting their own way. When they see something they want, they get it. That's the way it has always been for them, and they see no reason why it shouldn't always be that way.
Mr. White's transcript now follows.
My doctor's responsible for my coming to see you. He thinks it will do me a world of good to tell you about my sex life. I don't see what good it will do, but I'm willing to give it a try. I just hope I don't bore you, but then you must hear these things all the time.
First of all, let me tell you a little something about my parents. I was thirteen years old when I found out about their sex lives. It seems like they got into wife swapping as quickly as they could. I remember these parties they had, and I would spy on them.
I remember how the couples would split up and the men would go after the other men's wives, and the wives would go after other women's husbands. My parents seemed to get the most enjoyment out of it. My father went after all the young ones, and my mother went after all the old ones.
I remember one time when I followed my mother and this man. They went down into the cellar which had been converted into a huge game room. I watched them as they got undressed, and then I watched as they began to grab at each other. Then they were lying on the couch and I could see that they were fucking.
My mother got her legs around the guy, and I could see her heaving away. That guy was really letting her have it too, and when they came, they let out these screams that I thought the whole world could hear. Anyway, I watched my mother fuck a lot of men, and she seemed to like it with all of them.
“Then I began to follow my father, and I could see that he was different from my mother in some ways. He liked to eat out the women he went off with. He liked to get his tongue in their cunts, and just eat away at them. That was what he liked best, and what he usually did.
I can still hear that tongue of his sucking away at some woman's twat. He was one of the greatest cunt lappers of all time, and that's what my mother always called him. She'd always say something to him about it, and he would just smile. He liked being called that.
Well, when I got to be about seventeen I met this girl whose parents were good friends of my parents. It was surprising that we had never met before that. But then she was always away at boarding school, and so was I for the most part. Anyway, her name was Judy, and she's the girl I married.
I didn't really like Judy, but I found out quick enough that she was easy and that she would let just about anyone fuck her. All you had to do was ask her, and that was just what I did. I started fucking her the day we met. Or at least that's how it seems to me now. Maybe it was later than that.
Well, our parents found out about it, and they got real mad about it for some reason. I couldn't understand that, and I told my parents so.
“How can you tell me not to do something that you do all the time?” I asked.
“It's different when you're married,” my father said.
“It certainly is,” my mother spoke up.
“Now wait a minute,” I said. “I wasn't talking about the two of you. I was talking about all the people you go
