Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

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With the end of the movie someone turned on the light. I still had my hand inside Susan's pants, and she had gotten my cock out and had been frigging it for the last few minutes. Still, I felt sheepish doing such things in this homey environment. I looked around and immediately felt less sheepish. Evelyn Stark had one leg around Tom's shoulder so his head was cushioned on the inside of her naked thigh a few inches from her wide open twat with its bushy tangle of dark brown hair. Occasionally he turned his head slightly and licked a bit at the sultry cunt, but neither of them looked terribly aroused. Over on the other couch, Sally looked as sweet and virginal as ever despite Harry Stark's long arms, one draping over her shoulder and resting under her blouse on her breast and the other deeply ensconced inside the white cotton panties I had glimpsed so longingly in the car. For her part, Sally had her hand in her brother's lap and was stroking his delicate fourteenyearold penis sticking out of his fly. But that tableau was not a frenzied one either. I wondered if in this household even orgies were quiet and decorous.

"How did you like the movie, Bob?" said Tom nonchalantly.

"I thought it was great," I said, not knowing quite what I should say.

"It was all posed, you know. Sally's quite a little actress. It really looked candid, didn't you think?"

"Very much so. I've seen a lot of stag movies, but I never would have mistaken this for one. It was more like an excellently produced home movie."

"Harry's the photographer, but he's only half the secret." Tom got up and walked over to his daughter. "It's my little Sally who's the real secret. No one fucks as beautifully as Sally."

The girl blushed. "Oh, daddy, you make me embarrassed."

"Wouldn't you like to go over and fuck Mister Emery." I couldn't believe my ears.

"Oh sure, I've been wanting to ever since he started peeking under my skirt in the car."

"I didn't know you noticed that!"

"Oh, that's okay," said Sally. "I wanted you to. Whenever I'm with a man I think is nice, I give him a chance to look at my pussy. If he takes advantage of it, I know he wants to fuck me. Momma taught me that. Momma taught me lots of things. She's the one you should really fuck; she's great."

Susan looked at me as if she were oblivious to my fingers still stroking her cunt. "Well, I may have more tricks and more practice than Sally, but I'm sure you'd really prefer to feel what it's like inside a fifteen year old. You've probably fucked lots of women my age." She punctuated this by giving my prick a skillful little squeeze. I felt I was being pushed toward making a choice I didn't want to make between a beautiful experienced woman and a delicate young teenager. Fortunately, Evelyn saved me from the dilemma.

"Look, you two, it's not fair making poor Bob choose between you. You both know he wants to fuck both of you, so why don't you just let him lie back and both of you take care of him together."

That seemed to settle things, and before I knew it we had adjourned to a less formal room with a narrow backless, armless couch in it, sort of like a soft cot. Susan took my coat and started unbuttoning my shirt while her daughter worked on my pants. I realized that Harry was quietly taking pictures with a movie camera, but I didn't care. Soon I was naked, and my two clothed attendants had me lie down on my back on the couch. They stood on either side of the couch and began to undress each other. I could see up both their miniskirts to Sally's opaque cotton panties and her mother's nearly transparent nylon ones with the shadow of her cunthair showing beneath them. I reached up and stroked both bulging cunts and watched them take off each others blouses, kissing each other passionately once or twice. Sally's tits were small and developing with vivid pink nipples. Susan's were fuller but still slight, with slightly larger and darker nipples. The two women stroked and pinched each other's breasts, and I could feel their crotches dampening beneath my fingers.

"Let him suck your tits first, Momma," said Sally. Her mother bent over until her luscious breasts were hanging directly over my face. I pulled her lower and buried my face in their softness. My mouth found one nipple and my hands, the other. In a few minutes she stood up. Sally had taken off the rest of her own clothes and her mother's. I looked at them for a moment, both beautifully naked, and then Sally laid her slim figure on top of me. Her tits were above my face, and the pink tips were almost unbearably young and tender. I touched one hesitantly with my tongue, then sucked it firmly into my mouth. Soon Sally was moaning with pleasure.

I felt hands, which I took to be Susan's, between my legs, deftly stroking my cock and balls. And then they were replaced by the delicious warmth of a woman's mouth. Susan sucked and licked my cock with consummate skill while I continued to suck her daughter's nipples one after the other. But Susan was attending to her daughter's lower parts as well, as I found out when Sally murmured, "Oh, Momma, that feels so good. Ohhhh, deeper! Harder, Momma; get it up my ass as far as you can!"

Knowing that Susan had her finger buried in her daughter's ass almost made me come, but a shift in positions forestalled it. Susan retreated from my prick, and Sally raised herself to a kneeling position. The incredible delicate, ethereal quality of her young girl's body hovering over my abdomen was now belied by the wild look in her eyes. The lines of her body all seemed to converge on the patch of yellow fluff between her spread legs. With a lascivious look, she reached beneath her yellow bush, wet her hand in her own cunt juice and smeared the heavenly lubrication all over my cock and balls. She reached again and smeared more on my stomach and chest and then on her own nipples. The tip of my prick was almost touching her juvenile slit, and I could hardly wait for her to descend on it.

Finally she did, slowly and deliberately, squirming her ass around so that my prick reached every part of her vagina. She slid up and down on my pole once or twice and then tantalizingly rose off it entirely. Putting her arms behind her and leaning back, she descended once more, and this time with unerring aim I felt my penis slide into the tight orifice of her ass, which her mother had obviously lubricated. The feel was fantastic as she sank down. Then she started slowly to fuck me in that position. I reached down and fondled the feathery entrance to her cunt, which was now more visible.

Susan, meanwhile, had been biding her time, and now she came back, mounting the couch above Sally's head. She lowered herself into position and received her daughter's tongue in her cunt. It was incredible. Susan fondled Sally's tits while she sucked her out, all the while never losing rhythm sliding up and down my pole. But the posture was obviously awkward, and after a minute or so they made one final shift. Both women got up. Susan climbed into her daughter's place and ensheathed my penis in her cunt. Sally came to the other end of the couch and mounted over my face, at last giving me a chance to taste her luscious slit. And that way we finished, the mother and daughter face to face, my prick inside the cunt of the one and my mouth on that of the other. I don't know which of us came off first. Suddenly everything was heaving and contracting, and I was pumping an incredible load of sperm into Susan.

We rose and turned to our audience. Harry claimed they were the best pictures he had ever gotten, and Eve, who appeared from her posture to have been serving as Harry's assistant by sucking his rod while he took pictures, was equally complimentary. Tom for the moment was speechless, for he had his prick buried in his son's ass and was fucking him like mad. In a short time, however, he and Steven joined the rest of us in recuperation and told us that he had never gotten so hot as he had watching Susan skewered on my cock and Sally perched on my mouth kissing each other and playing with each others tits. He had lost control of himself and just had to fuck Steven though he had been planning to save himself for Sally.

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