Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

I watched her swim underwater in my direction, but I was still surprised when she surfaced right at my feet. I stared down at her lovely, smiling face and succulent bosom. She nodded, and I slid into the warm water. Our bodies and mouths flowed together naturally. Freeing one hand from the edge of the pool, I eased it under her suit and between her legs. As warm and wet as the water was, the slicker moisture of her cunt was both wetter and warmer.

She burst away from me and started swimming. I chased her down to the shallow end. There I caught her, and after some fumblingССwhich amused herССfigured out how to remove her suit entirely. Then she got mine off, and with the water supporting her weight, she lifted her legs around my hips and sank down on my cock. We couldn't really fuck without drowning, so we just stood united and kissed. After a while she dismounted. And with her head on my shoulder and my hand on her breast, we made our way to the ladder. She went up before me, and I was so drawn by the under view of her black pussy, that I stopped her and put my head up between her legs and licked her. Reluctantly, she stopped me and led me into the shadows.

Once my eyes adjusted, I could see better in the dark area. We passed a couple engaged in sixtynine with the girl on top. I recognized the skinny back as that of the brunette Helen had called Denise. She may have been flatchested, but she was obviously an expert when it came to sucking a guy's prick. Then we found a lounge chair where my girl friend made me lie down. She was obviously preparing to ride me, and what a ride she took. Always smiling down at me from her almost upright posture, she slid up and down on my prick and manipulated it with her cunt as facilely as she could have done with her mouth. At the top of a few strokes she reached down to feel my slippery cock and balls and finger my asshole. At other times she would feel her own nipples and look at me lasciviously. Her orgasm came hard and fast. Her clutching cunt brought me off immediately and squeezed me dry. Her face contorted, collapsed on me with a little sigh, and my limp penis slipped out of her cunt.

Lying there under the comfortable warm blanket of this beautiful girl, whose name I didn't even know, I thought about how to pay her in some graceful manner. There was no question of her being worth it; it was one of the best fucks I had ever had. But I had never paid a girl before, and I felt awkward about it.

My difficulty was solved, however, by the sudden appearance beside our chair of Helen and Chad. They were naked and smiling and looked as if they had just had a good session.

"Guess what?" Helen teased.

"What?"

"I told Chad that we were married and that I did it for free." I waited for her to go on.

"And guess what else?"

"I can't guess."

"He said that he was married too and that his wife was doing the same thing here that I was. Not only that, but she's lying on top of you right now."

I looked down at the head on my chest with its sweet drowsy eyes and strands of black hair stuck to its forehead.

"Carol," said Chad, "meet Bob Emery."

"Hi," she said in a sultry voice that matched everything else I knew about her. "You've got a great cock."

"Thank youuhCarol." I felt embarrassed. "You've got an awfully niceuhpussy, yourself."

She looked up at her husband, who was handling my wife's breasts. "You hear that, Chad? Bob likes my cunt."

Chad looked down at her in amusement. "Well, haven't I always said you had the finest crack that ever got fucked by ten men in one night?"

"Oh, Chad! You always bring that up. I don't do that kind of thing any more. You'll give Bob and… "

"Helen."

"Helen the wrong idea. I'm not promiscuous. I just go for what I like, and looking across that pool I knew right away that what I liked was what Bob had sticking out like a rolling pin between his legs."

"Say," said Chad, "it's getting a little chilly standing here. Why don't we go up to our room for a while."

We all agreed and retrieved our swimming suits from where they had gotten thrown off. Carol's and mine were floating in the pool with several others among three naked couples. When we were assembled, we went down the dark passageway to the door. The doorman was still at her post, but she wasn't guarding the door. Her suit was off, and she was lying back in a chair getting eaten out by a man on his knees. She never noticed us leave.

Once in Chad and Carol's room, Carol wanted to dance, so we turned on a latenight music program on the radio. The girls' tits quivered and bounced inside their suits, and pretty soon Chad and I had projections that bounced and jerked almost as much. Carol did her trick with her shoulders again to free her breasts, and Helen doffed her bra. Despite the criticism leveled at dancing apart from one's partner to the effect that it isn't as romantic as dancing in each other's arms, it can't be denied that if your partner is a gorgeous brunette with bare, beautifully pointed tits, it's a lot sexier to dance so you can see them bounce and feel them with your hands than it is to have them crushed against your chest.

Dancing without stopping, I was pinching Carol's nipples and getting my hands inside her pants; Chad was doing likewise with Helen. Finally, the girls took their bottoms off, and soon we were all dancing naked. We were dancing quite close together, so that Helen was rubbing her hips against mine on one side while my cock was just touching Carol's fleece in front of me. Then, somehow, I was facing Chad while between us the two girls were dancing with each other. They were really getting into the music, and soon their tits were rubbing together rhythmically. Carol reached for Helen's cunt first, but Carol wasn't far behind her. I could see through Helen's light covering of silky blonde hair the active movements of Carol's fingers inside her rosy slit. Carol began to pant, and the girls' bodies came closer together, rubbing against each other from tit to thigh. They bent backward in an attempt to bring their bushes into closer contact, then they broke off and headed for the bed.

Helen started on the bottom, but they rolled over so she was on top, squatting over Carol's mouth and herself licking the blackfringed crack still wet with my ejaculation. I knelt on the bed to watch more closely my wife's fevered sucking of Carol's cunt. I played with Helen's nipples, and then insinuated a finger deep in Carol's tight behind. I became hotter and hotter until I practically pushed Helen's head back in order to plant my own lip's on the wet, splayed gash of pink cunt in front of me. I immersed my whole face in Carol's deep, delicious crack and feasted upon its silky insides. Close in front of me, Helen was still squatting over Carol's face. I could feel the warmth of her body as she leaned over me.

Then behind me, I felt another sensation of warmth, followed in seconds by the totally novel, but unmistakable, feel of Chad's prick pressing softly against my anus. I knew instantly that he was about to penetrate my ass, but my intoxication with the whole scene and his wife's superb cunt left me powerless to protest. He pushed slowly forward, and I felt my ass being stretched and stuffed. It was painful, but at the same time there was something exciting about the tremendous pressure against my rear. My cock stiffened even more as he slid deeper into me. And then I felt the urge I had seen Helen give way to months before at the Ungers' party to push backward to deepen the contact. Backward I pushed, and I think the pain of his cock going in still deeper made me bite Carol's cunt. I can't remember clearly, but I remember she gave a strong jerk at that moment. Chad's withdrawal brought a momentary sense of relief and emptiness, but then he was driving once more, and I was involuntarily pushing back against him.