Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

For half an hour or so we all had drinks, mingled and talked. I was too dazzled by the women to do much talking, for I never would have suspected that such clothing was worn outside New York or San Francisco or someplace like that. Seethrough was the general order of the evening, and there was scarcely a single girl whose nipples couldn't be seen either outright or by stationing oneself at the right angle. The girls in minis, like Helen, were soon persuaded to sit on the deceptively low furniture, and none of them had any scruples about keeping her legs together. Since there seemed to be no stigma attached to staring, I made no attempt to keep my eyes from the lace or netcovered cunts thus revealed, that is, when they weren't being covered by someone's roving hand as Helen's was when I glanced her way.

A blonde girl named Alice caught my eye and patted the couch space next to her. I obediently sat down and tried to make small talk, but she made it difficult by sliding lower on the couch and rubbing up against me. The motion pulled her tiny skirt up practically to her navel. A half inch of soft skin was visible above the top of her bikini panties while the panties themselves, a large gauge fishnet of white nylon, served only to restrain the swelling nest of golden hair on her love mound.

"Don't you want to put your hand where it will he warm?" She guided my hand to her crotch, and I brushed my fingers across the fluffy mound. She parted her legs to let my fingers descend to the warm, wet area of her slit. "Ummmm… " she murmured in my ear as I dipped a finger through the net and into the creamy interior, "later on I want to feel your cock in there. Maybe my husband will get it up your wife at the same time."

"Which one is your husband?"

"Over there with Monica."

I looked where she pointed and saw the back of a very thin blackhaired man next to the very naked, blackskinned back of Monica. His hand was sunk between her legs under her bare butt, but his actions didn't seem to be interfering with the conversation they were having with another couple. It gave me a thrill to think as I looked at him that my middle finger was buried to the hilt in the silky vagina of his wife, whom I had just met. Then I thought of the other side of the coin, and looking around me, I found Helen slouched on another couch with her skirt up and her bodice off her shoulders, enjoying the ministrations of a man I had never seen who was sucking her tit and working away between her legs with a hand thrust under her panties.

Suddenly the lights dimmed to almost nothing, and Alice whispered that it was time for the light show which was standard at the Ungers' parties. I had noticed earlier that the walls were curiously bare for such an elegant room, and now the reason became clear.

The three sides of the room not occupied by the French doors to the pool began to flicker with light. A central switchboard somewhere had obviously been programmed to turn on a patterned myriad of colored lights set in the floor and ceiling. At the same time abstract patterns of light were projected onto the walls from hidden movie projectors. Even the guests were lit up irregularly by the ingenious lighting. As we became mesmerized by the effect, the pace of the light changes accelerated and sort of pulsated.

Simultaneously, the projected scenes changed from abstract hardline patterns. to less defined more organic ones. It was hard to tell precisely what was being shown since the colored lights interfered with recognizing patterns. Then the focus became clearer, and dancing, gyrating figures could be seen. As the scene cleared more, the dancers were seen to be nude and the men to have large erections. The pulse of the lighting increased, and the movie switched from one semicloseup to another of people sexually entwined with hands and tongues exploring penises and vaginas. My hand drifted back to Alice's warm crotch as I became more and more absorbed in the show. Her hand, in turn, was gripped around my cock which she had released from my pants.

The pulses of light became both faster and brighter. In addition to the ever larger closeups of cunts and pricks now being projected, I began to see more of the people around the room. This was apparently what I was supposed to be looking at, because at the same time I began to notice a small spotlight concealed in the ceiling came on and highlighted first one then another of the guests.

Following the light, I first saw, for a few seconds, my hostess in ecstasy having her cunt licked out by someone I didn't recognize. Then there was a switch to cute little Marie getting her black bush tongued by a black man I took to be Monica's husband. At this point Alice squirmed her head into my lap and closed her mouth over the bulging red head of my cock. Next in the spotlight was Frank with his enormous prick being gobbled by a girl I didn't know.

Then, just as the erotic load of pulsing lights, carnal visions and Alice's expert tongue were just about to push me over the brink into a tremendous orgasm, the light show suddenly stopped, and the room lights went on again. The effect was shocking on me, and, I supposed, on Helen and anyone else who had never been to such a party before. But the effect was also delightful. At the same time as one was being doused and sobered by the strong lights, one was treated to the sight of a whole room of beautiful people discovered in the midst of sexual delights.

Our hostess was reclining naked on a couch with her long lovely legs twined around the neck of the man who was eating her. Marie had lost only panties, and the hem of her miniskirt lay like a veil across the heat between her legs. Before I could look around for Helen, Ed Unger took the center of the floor, his large cock sticking out and his arm around the neck of and caressing the tit of a pert little girl I had met earlier named Lonnie. He called for attention.

"Now that we've got things underway, I want to interrupt before we get to the main business of the evening in order to introduce Bob and Helen Emery, who are here for the first time. Some of you have already gotten to know them…" This was said with a leer, and I followed his eyes to the couch in the corner where Helen was reclining in the arms of Alice's husband, both of them sans pants, he was fingering her gaping pink slit while she gripped his thick cock. "… but I'd like them to stand up anyway." We each disentangled and arose somewhat shyly.

"As we all know," Ed continued, "no one is allowed to become a fullfledged member of our group without going through an initiation. Now, if Bob and Helen don't want to go through the initiation, they'll have to leave."

He paused and looked at us, but neither of us showed any signs of tuning toward the door.

"All right, then it's time to have their initiation." I was beginning to regret that I had decided to stay as I had no interest in being treated sadistically as I had read about in books. I held my breath, waiting for Ed to announce the nature of the initiation.

"Following our usual procedure, I am passing one hat among the ladies and the other among the guys so that everyone can draw a number." I saw the hats being passed. "Now, if everyone has a number, Penny will announce the winners who can do whatever they like with our initiates."

"Seven and fifteen," came a small voice from the couch where Penny was still being lapped. I looked around to see who the winners were. The two girls with the number seven were Lonnie and a gloriously statuesque girl with dyedblonde hair and a dark brown twat whose name was Maxine. The two men were Jeff, the black, and Ron, who turned out to be the unknown head buried between Penny's legs. Since Ron was Maxine's husband, the four of them were required to pair off Jeff with Maxine and Ron with Lonnie. Between them they decided that the latter couple would handle my initiation and the former Helen's. I was much relieved at seeing the choices since they all four looked like amiable persons and since no one appeared to be rushing out for whips and things, but I was still a bit apprehensive. The couples conferred together and presently decided that Helen would go before me.