Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

Then Steven piped up, "Can I fuck Sally, then, if you aren't going to?"

The naked parents looked at their children with almost comical looks of parental indulgence and said they could fuck if they wanted to. The two youngsters took the floor in front of us, looking like two fragile fairies. Steven's prick was quite thin, but it was already long and had a light growth of yellow hair around it. It looked a bit incongruous jutting out and almost touching his sister's blonde patch, because he was so younglooking otherwise. The children kissed and clasped each other and then sank to the floor in sixtynine. Sally, who had looked like a Satanic angel poised over my crotch, tantalizing my prick with her cuntlips just out of reach, now looked like a gangling kid. Her skinny legs straddled Steven's head, and he ate her out with great ferocity, licking her asshole occasionally and then pushing two fingers into it.

After a while, they turned the tables, and Steven, on top at last, poked his manly penis into his sister's divine cunt. Their juvenile bodies' bucking and churning in a great athletic fuck were too much for us oldsters looking on. Eve gave a moan, dropped her head into my lap and started sucking. Then, after juggling postures to get Eve on her knees on the couch, Tom slipped into her cunt from the rear. Susan finished the tableau by straddling Harry as he sat in an easy chair next to us and sinking onto his penis, just as she had done on mine minutes earlier. For me, though, delightful as Eve's mouth was on my prick, the real scene was still the kids. Since Steven was still no taller than his sister, they were a real match. Sally's upward thrusts to meet Steven's diving plunges brought her thin buttocks fully six inches off the floor. The slap of their genitals meeting and the slight squish from Steven's prick entering Sally's overflowing cunt were clearly audible over the moans and thrashing of the adults. But of course an end had to come, and it came for the kids with a tremendous climax. The height of their orgasmic ecstasy communicated to me, and an instant later I went over the brink and pumped my second load into Eve's mouth.

Recuperation this time was a much slower affair. We all put a few clothes on because it was slightly chilly and for an hour or so drank coffee and talked. The Rileys had obviously been asked to tell the story of their unusual family arrangement many times before, but they were willing to tell me once again. The way they told it, it seemed quite normal. They had been heavy swingers but had wanted children, so one day they stopped swinging and began fucking in earnest. Within two years this produced the two children they wanted, and then they gave thought to the implications of the situation. In some ways the long period of strict monogamy had deepened their relationship, but they both missed the old days. Tentatively, they contacted a few of their old friends and spent a few good nights in group love, but the eventual conflict of swinging and childrearing was not lost to them. So they made a decision.

They had no lack of money, and when Sally was four and Steven three, they left the country and went to Sweden. There they joined a kind of nudist commune they had heard about. There were three other families, and they all shared a large beach front house in which they lived as a single group. Altogether there were ten children of various ages. The nudist part of the arrangement was pretty general on hot summer beach days, but it was also casually accepted at any time. On an average evening, there were at least a few people sitting around naked or partly clothed, and it was taken as entirely normal if one of the boys started to suck his sister's tits, or something like that. Fucking was most often done in the main living room in public, and more often than not, it involved more than two people.

In the course of time this completely free regime began to pale for the elder Riley's, but they stayed for quite a number of years in order to fully educate the children in that aspect of life. Then, after telling Sally and Steven as much about American mores as possible, they returned to the U.S. for a summer. The trip was a smashing success. The kids were a hit with swingers but even more of a hit with kids their own ages. Sally was only fourteen, but she went out with older boys and, needless to say, delighted them by letting them into her pants as far as they dared. Steven had his work cut out for him seducing fellow thirteen year olds, but he got along well.

After that summer, Tom and Susan decided to try moving back permanently, necessarily with a knowledgeable Swedish tutor for the kids. They had bought the house in Des Moines, and I was one of their first visitors since moving in.

I commented that they seemed like permanent residents instead of newcomers with all their traditional Midwestern decor, and Susan laughed.

"I know what you mean. We had the place decorated like this because we liked it, but after we had been here for only a few days, I came home from the grocery store and found Tom fucking Sally on the sofa, and I was absolutely shocked! It seemed so incongruous that it made me forget all those years in Sweden. Now, of course, I'm used to it, but I know how you feel."

That night I slept between Susan and Sally, and on awakening the following morning I had a long, delightful fuck with each of them. Then Sally drove me to my hotel to get my bags and on to the airport. There in the parking lot she crawled on top of me in the front seat and sank down on my bared prick. And thus I had my last fuck with the beautiful young girl.

When I returned from my unexpectedly pleasant trip to Des Moines, Helen was gone. The note she left read:

Dear Bob,

I'm sorry I had to do it this way, but I knew that if you knew about it in advance, you'd stop me. Some time ago I was talking with Frank and Marie and Dave and Judy, and the idea of putting on a real sex show for money came up. Well, you know how it turns me on to have people watching me, and how getting paid like a prostitute at that resort affected me. To be brief, that's the same feeling the other four had, and so we decided to form a kind of troupe. Frank thought he could get us some engagements, and he wrote some letters and got replies. Then we took advantage of your trips to do some practicing. We're really pretty good now. Finally, we had to put up or shut up. So that's where I've gone. We have four engagements in different cities, and then we'll be back at the Black Cat Club in Chicago for a final show. After that, we can all talk it over and decide whether to do more. You can join up if you want.

I love you,

Helen

P.S. Don't worry, I'm using a false name and have dyed my hair.

I sat dumfounded for almost an hour after reading the letter. I couldn't believe it. Scarcely a year had passed since Helen first confessed to having read the sex books I had bought. And now this. It was the desire to understand what had come over her that eventually drove me to look in her diary, which I have already quoted a few times. Apart from occasional entries like those, I read for a long time without coming upon much that was pertinent to our sex life. Obviously, Helen was not confiding her new feelings even to her diary. Then, at last, I came to the sole entry that cast any light on her departure. It was dated just two weeks before, a time when I had been out of town.

"I can hardly wait now to start going. Tonight's rehearsal was the best yet, but I know it will be much different with an audience of strangers. I know Sue Ann and Roger too well to think of them as an audience. I think the feeling of watching and being watched must be different for men and women, or, more precisely, for husbands and wives. Husbands consider their wives their property and their cunts their private possessions. Every time they see them being fucked by another man, it touches the strong emotion of ownership and fills them with a mixture of rage and guilt that sinks directly to their balls and makes their pricks an inch longer. They want to screw the wife of the man who is screwing their wife in order to get revenge. I think that is why husbands prefer watching their wives being fucked to being sucked. Penetration of her cunt is necessary for the full feeling. For a wife, on the other hand, it's exhibitionism rather than voyeurism that stimulates her. It's the desire of every woman to be prostituted and raped, to be laid out naked with her legs forcibly held open so that nothing can prevent anyone who wishes from fingering and licking her cunt and jamming his prick into it. I know this is an ugly view of women and is probably as much conditioned by our culture as is the husband's view, but it is certainly my motivation. Chivalry may have meant protection of the ladies in the minds of the knights, but in the minds of the ladies I think being protected was no more thrilling than the inevitability of being stripped and publicly raped if their knights failed. God! I want to be fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked some more! I can hardly stand it even now as I write this even though only an hour ago I had both Frank and Roger inside me. I hope Frank finishes lining things up soon so we can get started."