SWINGING IN HIGH SCHOOL 1965-68SWINGING – THE EARLY YEARSTrue stories (as best I can remember) copyright 2015 (c) Fred Lake=========I’m in my early 60s, and these events were from my high school and college years, more than 40 years ago, before I married Tiffany and she (two years later) asked me if I’d want to try what was then called wife swapping. Technically, I became a swinger only then, when we entered the lifestyle as married couple 35 years ago. That doesn’t mean I didn’t have some proto-swinging experiences.As I previously said, I went to a faith-based high school, which gave me a great education in more ways than one. The religious types who ran the school decreed that no boy could date any one girl more than once a month. Their theory was that this would prevent the creation of boyfriend-girlfriend relationships that would eventually lead to (ghastly horror) pre-marital sex. It worked for most of the students, but for a small group, it turned high school into a round robin of sex. Every weekend, I’d have a date on Friday or Saturday night or sometimes both. More often than not, it was with one of the non-virgins. We didn’t think of ourselves by any name or identification, although years later I came to think of the group as the Non-Virgins Club. Those of us non-virgins didn’t actively try to recruit outsiders into the group (which wasn’t really an organized group) but that did happen. I got recruited that way by a very nice girl and later I turned a couple of female virgins onto the path of passion.I don’t know that I ever knew the exact size of the Non-Virgin Club, or if it actually had one. Maybe fifty students from the sophomore, junior, and senior classes were involved at any given time. (I didn’t lose my virginity until early in sophomore year, and had barely started to date girls once a month in my freshman year.) New people joined and those graduating from high school left the club (since the high school did not allow its students to date graduates). Usually, a dozen or more of those entering school joined the club in their first month or two. After that, a few more were recruited during the year. Students might join the Non-Virgins club during any year of high school. I knew people who joined as freshmen and people who joined as seniors. Sometimes, a club member would decide to go exclusive with someone, but that took a lot of subterfuge as the school did not allow that to happen and could expel you if you got caught.There wasn’t really a club membership list. The boys did all of the asking for dates, although girls would demurely hint to boys that they would accept an offer if one were made. We mostly knew if a girl was or was not going to put out. Out of a couple of hundred girls in each class, I doubt if more than two or three dozen were non-virgins, and not all of those were in the club. It was just the way things worked back in the 60s. The sexual revolution had not yet reached high school. Most of the girls recruited into the club were recruited by other girls, and most of the boys by other boys. There was no such thing as a secret password or anything; friends in the club would point out other people in the club. If a new girl joined the club, many of the guys found out fairly quickly. As always, “the new girl” at the swinger club gets a lot of action for a while.There were of course girls who had “gone all the way” but did not become club members and in fact never knew that anything like the Non-Virgin Club even existed.For the most part, I dated non-virgin girls knowing ahead of time that they were going to put out (because my buddies in the club had told me those girls were in the mix). It was a win-win for all of us, since the girls got a dinner-and-a-movie date (and sex) and the guys got sex. A lot of ideas, techniques, and knowledge got passed around, since the point of sex is to enjoy it. We were not sweaty inept boys rutting around in some girl who never reached orgasm; the guys prided themselves on getting the girls off properly during intercourse. Sometimes the guys would sit around discussing what we had learned recently in the ways of pleasing a girl. The girls didn’t really have to do anything special for us (just drop their panties and spread their legs) but most of them did try to learn a trick or two in the arts of making a guy have a good time. Surprisingly, we all learned intercourse first and oral sex second. My first actual blowjob (cumming in a girl’s mouth) was a year after my first fuck.Most of the time, sex was in the back seat of the boy’s car; girls almost never had cars back then. If it was a double date, then things got a little weird. Either you took turns in the back seat (laying down) or one couple did it sitting up in the front seat while the other was in the back. Waiting in the front seat for the other couple to finish was kinda funny, and we would sometimes watch and other times would just sit and chat. Sometimes, we’d park somewhere and one couple would fuck while the other took a walk. Sometimes, one couple would fuck in the moving car while the other guy drove around in dark areas.=========What we called “trading” did happen now and then. It’s been a long time but I think I can remember maybe a dozen times in the three years that I was sexually active in high school. I don’t really remember which of them happened first.=========While I don’t remember the first time I traded girls, I do recall the first time I saw it happen. My date and I were parked in my car at the local “lovers lane” and making out, then screwing. After we finished, we were talking while getting dressed. We observed something strange: guys were moving from one car to another. One of the guys outside tapped on our window and asked if I wanted to trade girls. I was confused for a moment, then figured out what he meant. I looked at the girl I had just screwed, and she shook her head “no” so I told him “no thanks” and he moved on. We watched him go to the next car, then the next, whereupon he opened the door. The guy in that car got out and the other guy got in; the guy who got out then went over to another car (presumably the car of guy who had asked me to trade) and got in. My date and I laughed and shook our heads at the whole idea. We chatted about it some. She thought it was “slutty” to screw two guys in one night (but not at all slutty to screw an entirely different guy three weekends out of four over the course of a year). I gently tried to talk her into trading but she insisted that she was not a slut and was not going to do it. I sometimes tried to talk other girls into it, without much success.I went to lovers lane at least twice a month but did not see trading going again on for months, by which time I had been involved in a trade (in a house) and (my just-fucked date being agreeable) I traded with a guy I more or less knew and went to his car to screw a girl I was sure I had never screwed before.I guess watching a trade had opened my mind to the idea and it seemed a perfect way to get even more pussy than I was getting already.=========One trade (not my first) was in a van that belonged to a friend of mine. It had four seats and a mattress in the back. I had a few double-dates with him, and lots of guys tried to borrow his van or double-date with him. After dinner and a movie (or at a drive-in movie), he would drive someplace dark and each couple would take turns in the back of the van. He’d fuck his date and I’d fuck mine. Once, his date was a girl new to the Non-Virgins Club and I had yet to have the pleasure of her company, but we had agreed during dinner to go out together next weekend, both fully understanding that this would involve sexual intercourse. Anyway, he drove to a place where it was dark and secluded, but not the local lovers lane. My date and I were in the middle seats. He told us to go ahead and go first, since his date was a little nervous. We had sex in the back while the other couple chatted in the front seats. After we did it, we got dressed and went back to our seats while the others went to the back and got it on. After a few minutes, the guy climbed back up front and said “She didn’t cum. Do you want to finish her?” I was surprised, but my date said “Go ahead, she needs to cum.” The girl in the back said “Yes, I need to cum, get back here.” So I climbed back to the back and (being 17) had no problem getting it up a second time and getting her off. It wasn’t the first time I screwed two girls in one night, but it also wasn’t the last time it happened in that van. I probably screwed at least a dozen girls in that fan and traded three or four times.=========Another time was in a regular car, although cars were bigger back then (when gas was 30 cents a gallon; yes, I’m that old) and teenagers tended to have dad’s old car after he bought a new one. My dad’s old car was very roomy. The trade happened during another double date. We guys did not (I swear) plan it as a trade, but the girls did. They were best girl-buddies and often double-dated, and (we found out) often traded. On the drive to dinner, one of them said that when it got to the time for sex, they both wanted to have both of us, so we needed to eat a good dinner. My buddy and I were quite excited over the prospect, and suggested after dinner that we skip the movie. The girls readily agreed. I remember one of them pulling a string of a dozen condoms out of her purse saying they had to be home before midnight. I remember that I had both girls, including my own date twice.=========Another trade was not so well planned. We met another couple at dinner at some fast food place that teenagers went to eat, and the girl seemed nervous about what was to come. She was terrified of being caught in the act. I suggested that we drive both cars out to a parking spot few Ankara escort people used, and I could stand guard while she and her date screwed, then he could stand guard for us. She thought that was an excellent plan, and it proceeded according to the script. Afterwards, we were standing there on a country road deciding which drive-in to go to for a soft drink when the other guy asked my date if she would screw him sometime. She said: “Now is as good a time as ever” and (when I said I had no objection) they got in his car and did it. His nervous date told me that when they were through she would do me to thank me for standing guard, an offer I readily accepted. She said it was her first time “trading” and I believed her. I remember dating her again the next year and she said that she had traded a few times since I had been her first trade.=========Every now and then, someone in the club would have access to a house, usually that of his or her parents. Being able to fuck in a bed instead of a back seat was a welcome treat. We were always very careful not to leave a mess behind. Condoms were almost always used, and most of the time someone put a towel on the bed just to make sure there was no evidence. Most of the beds we used were the beds of teenage club members, not their parents.In most cases, if one teenager in a family was in the club, so were all of the others, so if the house was available they both (or all) used it. More than one pair of parents assumed that if teenage b*o+her and s*s+er were left alone at the house, they would chaperone each other. Nothing was further from the truth, of course, in the case of the Non-Virgins Club. If one teenager became sexually active, the other (or others) usually “joined the club” when they felt themselves old enough. Most girls lost their virginity at 16 or 17 but some made the passage into womanhood at 15 and a very few at 14. Most of those who did it very young were the s*s+ers of club members who were educated by the active member. (Of course, when we all went away to college, the sexual revolution was in full swing. Birth control pills were handed out by college clinics and very few of the virgins were left four years later at graduation, but college is another story for another time.)Rarely was any house-date party during high school formally organized. If you had your parents’ house for a Friday or Saturday night, you invited one or two other friends to bring their dates over. Somewhat less often, someone would tell you: “I have the house tonight. You can have my bedroom for 30 minutes at 8 o’clock.” This meant that he was inviting as many as six other couples over. We always respected the time assigned and did not linger as others wanted the bed.It was very rare for two couples to share a bedroom, much less a single bed, but it did happen, usually when s*s+ers were involved. Usually it was an all-evening party, with someone on guard duty against the early return of the parents, and the others busy in the bedrooms. I can remember one case that a friend actually sat in his car at the restaurant and called the house from a pay phone when the parents were leaving to head home. That allowed us to clear out in time.=========I remember a few house trades but I honestly cannot remember which one of them was the first time I traded. I do remember one particular episode somewhat vividly because it began my lifelong obsession with strip games and sex games.A friend of mine (and his s*s+er) had the house to themselves while their parents had an anniversary dinner. That meant that the parents left the house at 6:30 and were not reasonably expected to return before 10:30 or 11:00 (as they were going dancing after dinner). He invited me and another friend to come over with our dates. His s*s+er of course invited her own date and a girl buddy of hers with her own date. That meant five teenage couples were in the house. As each of the resident teenagers had their own bedroom, it wasn’t going to be a problem.I picked up my date, and by arrangement we picked up a sack of fast food somewhere and got to the house about 6:30. We parked down the block, and saw other couples parked in other cars. (They had brought a cooler of Š soft drinks; yeah, soft drinks, that’s it.) When the parents left, we got out of our cars and walked to the house. It turned out that one of the couples wasn’t a couple at all, but the dates for the b*o+her and s*s+er of the house. Her date had given his date a ride just for convenience.We all got inside, locked the door, and closed the shades. While some of us laid out the food (and started eating) others headed for the bedrooms. (Access to a real bed was too rare a commodity to be wasted. The girls had come to understand that if you could do it in a bed, you might be doing it very early in the evening.)Half an hour later someone told me it was our turn. My date and I headed for my friend’s bedroom, got naked, and had a swell time getting busy. In just a few minutes, we got finished, got dressed, and went back out to watch TV and eat some more. (We were careful to flush the used condom down the toilet rather than putting it in the trash can.) Sometimes at a “house date” those who had finished sex left to go to a movie, but for some reason we did not. We were enjoying the company of friends, and were talking about a lot of things, none of them sex. Soon enough, the last couple finished. There it was, not even eight o’clock, and we had all gotten laid and had supper.I more or less expected that my date and I would go for another round, or maybe a trade would happen, but the host b*o+her and s*s+er had something else in mind. They disappeared briefly and returned stripped to their underwear. It wasn’t particularly unusual for people at a house-date party to be in some state of undress, especially if expecting to have more sex. They brought out some game that we didn’t actually play; we just used the “spinner” in it. This spinner had eight “colors” which had something to do with playing the game. The sister gave us all a card that was one of the eight colors on the spinner (I remember being orange), and said she would spin the little arrow and whoever had the winning color had to take something off. Most of us had never been naked in front of a group of people before, but everybody was in a good mood and open-minded (and over-sexed) and decided to play along. We didn’t know how far the game would go, but everybody was expecting another round of fucking.Nobody really thought about how many clothes they started with, but several had played strip poker before and rules were quickly developed. (Don’t ask me to remember them, but it was stuff like whether two shoes were one item or two.) Naturally, everyone wanted to avoid exposing the goodies any sooner than necessary. The girls had a tendency to pull their bras out from under their shirts even if we guys said that was cheating.Soon enough, one of the girls (who wasn’t wearing all that much anyway) was naked, and the b*o+her declared that he had “won” her. She played along and they went to the bedroom despite not actually being each other’s dates. (I think I remember that she was new to the Non-Virgins Club and they had not done it before.) The game continued, another girl got naked, then a guy did, and the s*s+er took him to her bedroom. The rest of us, realizing where this game was going, played on, stripped naked, and paired off. As a bedroom became available, we took our “second dates” to the bed and did the obvious. Nobody did it on the sofa because we were afraid of making a mess. Later that evening we had the idea of a third round where each guy spun the wheel until getting the color of a girl who wasn’t already doing it, but there wasn’t time.=========At one point, one of the group somehow got access to a house trailer the family used for vacations. It was stored in some lot somewhere that had a lot of boats. The guy stole his dad’s key to the storage lot and made a copy so he could use the trailer any time he wanted. He would take his dates there to screw them in something that more or less approximated a bed. He brought me and my date along once, and we got to do the deed. Then we traded.=========It’s been a long time, but I still remember my first real orgy experience. It happened when the br+ther of one of the guys in the group came home on leave from the military. He wasn’t really speaking to his parents, just visiting old friends in his home town before going overseas, so he rented a motel room for the week he was there, sharing the bed with his old high school girlfriend. His younger br+ther was invited to utilize the motel room while the older br+ther took his girlfriend out to dinner.The story goes that the second or third night they did this, the older couple (the military guy) came back to the hotel before the younger couple was finished. The military guy and his girlfriend walked in on the younger br+ther and his girl for that night. While the girl was embarrassed, the younger br+ther wasn’t. The room had two beds, and the military guy told his younger br+ther to stay as long as he liked. The military guy and girlfriend made love in the other bed. The two couples sometimes watched each other, and chatted (about sex) while resting between rounds, but there was no trading partners.The br+thers talked the next day, and everything was cool. After school, little br+ther showed up at the room with a girl (not the same one) who was agreeable to the idea of screwing in a bed instead of a car. The older couple left to go see a movie and have dinner. After younger br+ther and his girl finished, they called some other friends to come take advantage of an available bedroom without the risk of having parents show up. There were no cell phones Ankara escort bayan or email back in the 60s so word spread slowly. By the time the older couple returned, some guy and girl they did not know were using the room. There was a certain amount of embarrassment, but no real drama. The younger br+ther returned moments later, and soon all three couples were chatting. The two br+thers and their girls got naked and busy not much later. A fourth couple arrived sometime later, and the couples took turns watching each other have sex.The next day at school I heard about this situation, thought it was cool, requested and got an invitation, and quickly sought out an agreeable young lady for a rare school-night date. It took a few tries to find one who was allowed to go out during the week and wasn’t already invited. Anyway, we got to the motel and walked up to the room and tapped on the door. We were admitted by one of the br+thers. Three (I think) couples were in the room watching another couple screwing their brains out on one of the beds. I should mention that (other than the older couple) just about every guy in the room had screwed just about every girl in the room sometime during the previous year. I told my date that we could take our turn or just watch. She said she would decide later. After watching two more couples have sex, someone told us that it was our turn if we wanted it. I said I was ready but my date (embarrassed at the whole idea of being naked, let alone having sex, while others watched) said we might take our turn later.Later we were again offered a turn and this time my date agreed. We stripped down and got busy. We never really forgot that people were watching us, but I managed to perform without any problem and she eventually got lost in the moment and had an orgasm. She ran for the bathroom to clean up (even though everyone was using condoms) and I cleaned up with a wet washcloth that someone handed me. The condoms went down the toilet rather than leaving evidence behind. I can just imagine a hotel maid finding six or ten used condoms in the trash and freaking out.The next night was Friday, and getting a date was easier, especially with the chance of real bed sex. This time my date had heard about the “watch and be watched game” and said she was ready to “perform on stage” when our turn came. (Two other girls had turned down a date when they learned I wanted to take them to the motel.)There were several couples in the room (it was getting crowded) including the girl I had screwed the night before. Most of those who had already done it, and some of those waiting, were in various states of undress, apparently expecting to do it again before the night was out. I went ahead and stripped to my boxers and my date stripped to her panties. The girl I had screwed the night before stayed naked after her turn. Nobody thought much about the nudity. The guys had all seen each other naked in gym class, and the girls had all seen each other naked the same way. All of the guys had seen all of the girls naked on dates. (Well, the older couple had not seen anyone naked except for this motel room, but they had been to the same high school with the same round robin of sex in their day.) This was the 1960s and none of the girls had ever imagined shaving her pussy hair although a few may have trimmed down the thicker hedges.When it was our turn, we stood up to a round of polite applause (as had the previous couples that night). We did the deed with success (the girl wanted to be on top of me and I was fine with it) and got more applause. We both stayed naked afterwards. I noticed when I dropped the condom into the trash that there were quite a few already there, but the military guy eventually flushed them all down the toilet. I found out that the party had begun minutes after school was out, and that several couples had already (ahem) come and gone.An hour or so after our turn, it was decided that two couples were going to do it at the same time on the same bed. (For rookies, that was a big adventure!) The rest of us were going to watch. As noted, we had all “been intimate” with each other (except for the older couple, who were four years our seniors and had not been in school with us at the same time).The two couples stepped forward, already naked because they had both done it before that night. The girls lay naked on the bed while the guys ate their pussies to get them ready. When it was time to fuck, the two guys stood up with full erections. After a few minutes of fucking, one of them said to the other “wanna trade?” and the other agreed. One of the girls said “Do we get a say?” but the other said “You’ve screwed them both before, so it doesn’t matter.” After it was over, both girls said it was the first time in their lives that they had screwed two different boys on the same night.Someone asked if anyone else wanted to “trade.” I looked at my date but she shook her head “no” as if that was one step too far. Nobody else wanted to trade either. The party broke up since most of the girls had midnight curfews. Everyone agreed to come back the next day, Saturday, for an all-day party. I was planning to be there by mid-morning.I slept well. The next morning I got up and started thinking about which girl I would invite, even considering the idea of multiple dates during the day. Before I could call anyone, my mother said that a girl was on the phone. It turned out to be one of girls from the Non-Virgins Club. She had heard about the events of the previous two nights, and not only did she want me to take her, she wanted me to take her s*s+er as well. I didn’t mention that part to my mother, but I told mom that “the gang” would be hanging out all day and then go on dates that evening. I didn’t want her to worry that she would not see me until my own 1am curfew.I went and picked up the two girls, but it turned out to be three as they had invited a friend of theirs along. I told them that it was not going to be just watching, that they’d have to put out as well, and they had no problems at all. I asked them if they had dates lined up; they said they figured “half of the school” would be there. Well, of course, only a few dozen of the students were into round robin sex, but you see their point. There would be no shortage of cock or pussy at this party, and reinforcements could always be summoned if necessary. I never heard a final number but it had to be over 20 teenagers and maybe more.We drove to the motel, parking a block away at a row of stores and walking over. I knocked on the door, and was greeted by the girlfriend of the military guy. Two couples were already there, and one extra guy. I had, sometime during the last year, fucked every girl in the room except the military guy’s girlfriend, and she had made it clear she would not be trading with anyone, and neither would her boyfriend. They did, however, love to watch the show. Nobody had done anything yet.”How do we do this?” asked one of the girls who had arrived with me. The military guy said that any couple who wanted to “do it” could just strip and get on either of the beds. One of the other couples did so almost at once, and I asked the two s*s+ers which one of them wanted to go first. The older of them started getting undressed. The older girlfriend told the others to go ahead and strip to their underwear, which they did. She apparently liked us all being at least partly naked.By the time my official date and I were finished, the room was getting full. I don’t remember the number, but it was over a dozen. That’s when the girlfriend of the soldier decided to take charge. She decreed that no more than 12 people could be in the room at any given time (not counting her or her boyfriend). Anyone else would have to come back later. Somewhere along the line people started calling her “the Madame” although I didn’t really know what that meant.After some arguing, it was agreed that people could wait at a coffee shop a block away. Anyone who had sex was first on the list to leave, which meant that my (just-fucked) date and I walked over to the coffee shop to get a late breakfast along with the other couple. We picked one of the bigger tables and sat down to wait to be summoned. A half-hour later, two more couples showed up, saying that they had never even entered the room, but had been told by the Madame to wait over here. That led to a debate whether the order for returning to the room was based on who had been sitting there the longest, or if new arrivals would have priority since they had not had any action yet. We finally tossed a coin and that put the four of us first in line for another round.Another few minutes went by, and a couple walked into the coffee shop. I recognized them as the friend of the two girls who had come along with me, and the spare guy who had been there when we arrived. They said that there was room for two more at the motel. The guy from the other couple said he would let us go first. I agreed, but suggested that I take his date back over and he could bring mine when it was his turn. Since none of us were an official couple and all of us had fucked before, it wasn’t any big deal but it seemed to me that we were on the cutting edge of the sexual revolution. It was my first trade of the day but would not be my last. My previous record was three girls in the same day and I planned to set a new one.Walking back to the motel we saw another car drive up with two couples in it, all of them members of the Non-Virgins Club. I intercepted them and told them the score, but they wanted to go into the room right away. The Madame settled the question at the door, sending the two couples to wait their turn at the coffee shop. I told them that it wouldn’t take that long. The Escort Ankara s*s+er of the girl I had fucked and some guy I vaguely knew were leaving at that time, but the Madame said the line formed at the coffee shop.My second date and I entered the room to see two couples getting busy, one on each bed. One of them was in mid-fuck, the other was still in the foreplay stage. The room wasn’t that crowded, with two couples on the bed and five more couples variously standing or sitting around, but the Madame seemed to like the smaller number of people. Nobody argued with her because, after all, she was a “grown up” and we were still “k**s in school.”My new date and I stripped to our underwear and found a place to sit. We watched the action. She started whispering sexy things in my ear like “be sure you do that to me” and “do you like what she did to him?” Pretty soon my hand was in her panties, and her pussy was wet. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra and said something to no one in particular about how hot it was getting in the room.Someone knocked on the door and the Madame went to talk to them. After that, she took a chair outside on the sidewalk and ran things from there so that nobody would open the door or pound on it and distract the couples inside.Things moved along smoothly. Each couple would finish their fuck, wash up, get dressed, and leave. By the time that had happened, another couple was on the bed naked and going to town. Whenever a couple was ready to leave, the military guy (standing guard inside the room) would warn everyone and open the door just enough for the departing couple to leave and another couple to enter. I was surprised to see that the guy who was next in the return line was not with my first date but some other girl I had not seen at the coffee shop. It was his first trade. They came in and quickly got naked while watching the action. By then, another couple was finishing up, and another couple was headed for the bed. They started fucking right away; like us, they had done their foreplay while waiting their turn.I don’t remember a lot about that day, except that it was a continuous flow of people into and out of the room and the coffee shop. At some point the Madame decided to allow two extra couples in the room.By the time I got back to the coffee shop with my second date, there was a regular system established. Each returning person went onto the lists, one list for boys and the other for girls. Whenever a couple would return to the coffee shop from the room, whoever was minding the list would name the guy highest on the list. He could then invite any girl he wanted to go with him, although she didn’t have to accept the offer. By lunchtime, it was decided to alternate the two lists. The guy on top of the list would pick a girl and go, then when the next couple returned from the room, the girl on top of the other list could pick a guy and go to the motel.At one point, a couple arrived with two other girls. News of the event was spreading through the Non-Virgins Club and they had tagged along when the s*s+er of one of them got invited for an afternoon date. (Their parents thought that afternoon dates were great because they would obviously not have any risk of leading to sex.) One of the guys went to the pay phone (this was 45 years ago) and called a guy who rounded up another guy and they arrived at the coffee shop in time to escort the single girls to the motel. (Well, we were all “single” but un-paired seems awkward.)Some people arrived as couples and almost always went to the room together the first time, but not always. (Sometimes the top person on a list would invite someone who was technically part of a date that had not yet consummated their afternoon.) Some people only went to the room once, while others (like me) went several times. At least two guys took their dates home and returned later with other dates. I think I made five or six trips across the parking lot to the room, each time with a different girl.By supper time, the Madame announced that no one would enter the room after 8pm but those already there could get their rocks off. Everyone, she said, must leave no later than 9pm. She wanted to have the night with her soldier boyfriend, who was leaving the next morning. That meant there would be no second all-day party on Sunday. That was just as well as we all had to attend church and family dinners and such.=========Once, one guy in the club was house-sitting for his older aunt and uncle who were vacationing in Europe for two weeks. Their own c***dren were away at college (but had not gone to our religious high school and none of us knew them). In any case, it was an empty three-bedroom house, and it was going to stay busy. I knew him well enough to get an invitation to use the house once a day. It wasn’t like he invited the whole Non-Virgins Club, but most of the time when I got there, we had to wait a few minutes for a bedroom. One time it was really crowded so my date and I went to a movie and came back. Another time I stayed to “trade” and bang another girl.Dates on school nights were rare, but it wasn’t that hard (at least for the guys) to get out of the house to “go study with a friend” for the evening. Afternoon dates were fairly easy to arrange, since even the girls often did (non-sex) things with friends in the afternoon and were OK as long as they got home for supper (usually at 6pm). That gave enough time from the final bell (3:35) to supper for everyone to get laid.=========The most memorable event of my time in high school was spring break of senior year. (These days, that means girls flying to Mexico for wet-t-shirt contests and random hook-ups with guys they will never meet again. In the late 60s, however, it meant mostly staying home with perhaps a couple of days out of town.) I got invited to a spring break party that I had never heard of, but which was in its fourth year.There was a family, I’ll call them “Smith” for this story. They owned a two-bedroom house two hours away at a picturesque mountain lake. The family was rich and had the only house on that small lake, which was maybe the size of two or three football fields. The family had three sons (no daugh+ers) all of whom were members of the Non-Virgins Club. (The oldest had graduated the year before but was going to community college which had a simultaneous spring break. I was friends with the middle son. We had known each other since we were 12, but had become closer buddies (including a couple of girl trades) over senior year. He thought he could trust me and invited me after I was sworn to secrecy “on penalty of death.” The youngest of the b*o+hers would be making his first visit to the lake house spring break party.The three Smith sons were (so they told their parents) going to the lake house all weekend to “fish and hike” which was considered a wholesome activity for young men at the time. It was understood that their parents would “stay away” so that they boys could get used to being on their own. They left on Saturday morning and planned to return home early Sunday afternoon a week later.What the parents didn’t know was that they would not be alone. They had invited a small number of other guys and a number of girls. Everybody had to come up with some excuse for their parents. Mine was that I was going “camping” at a state park with friends (all of whom had their own invitations to the party). Because of family commitments, my own attendance would involve leaving home Monday morning and getting home Friday afternoon, giving me four nights at the lake house.Others used any number of excuses to not be home. I’m sure that the girls had a more difficult time. Some of them would actually drive up in the morning and go home on the same day. Others were staying with friends. I know that one girl had invited several others for a week long slumber party. Each of them paid her 14-year-old sister the vast sum of $5 per night to answer the phone and make excuses. Some of the girls drove to the lakehouse in groups and others with boys. Many arranged for one right up and another home since different people had different amounts of time they were allowed to be out of their parent’s house.I was excited about the trip which would be a week-long orgy. Nobody had a formal date; you could ask any girl for sex and most likely get it. Some of the girls put out several times a day and others only once. Some of the ones who didn’t screw much gave blowjobs. The shocking part (when my carload of campers pulled up) was that there were naked people swimming and playing in the lake. I spent most of the week naked. Some of the girls were naked, some were topless, the few modest ones were in bikinis (at least to start).We partied, fished, hiked, relaxed, and screwed our way through the week. I must have cum inside a pussy or a mouth two dozen times. Most of the sex was with condoms (which were ceremonially burned in the camp fire every evening) but two of the girls were on birth control pills (their parents decided that the girls could not be controlled and they were allowed to do as they pleased as long as they kept their grades up) and it was very popular to fuck them. I can remember seeing wads up cum floating in the lake. It was really the first time I “slept” with a girl, sometimes just one and other times in a “cuddle puddle” arrangement.I found out two years later that Mister Smith (who owned the cabin) knew what was going on. He had driven up to the cabin during the very first party to check on things and discovered what was happening. The story was told that he spent hours sitting unseen in the woods watching the naked girls play in the lake through binoculars. Legend has it that he suddenly developed the hobby of photography and would take long-lens photos that he developed in his basement and kept hidden from his wife. One of the b*o+hers discovered the photos by accident but never told his dad because he didn’t want the parties to end. I never went to another party at the lake house, but I know that they continued for several more years.===========END