Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

There was a little feminine cry of alarm backstage, and with a flurry a woman in a large full dress of eighteenth century rushed into the stage area. She wore an ornate wig and fluttered a fan in front of her delightfully dЋcolletЋ heaving bosom. She conveyed an aura of distress very convincingly, and her costume deceived me completely. It was some moments before I recognized Judy underneath the wig, makeup, beauty spot, etc. Helen, of course, I recognized immediately as she now followed Judy onto the stage. She, too, was in period costume which emphasized the swell of her breasts beneath the transparent handkerchief tucked into her bodice. Helen began the dialogue with more histrionic feeling than I would ever have expected:

"Now, Emily, you've upset dear brother."

"Upset him? Think of how he has upset me!"

"But if he has upset you, it is your fault not his. It is wrong of you and cruel to take offense at his natural desire to admire your beauty. What are those handsome breasts of yours for but to be fondled and kissed?"

Emily fluttered her fan in embarrassment.

"Oh, Margaret, how can you say that! You know that a proper young lady mustn't let a man do that."

"But why not? You're just being silly, Emily. You're repeating old stories they told you in the country. This is London. We do things differently here."

Margaret drew close to Emily and placed her arm around her bare shoulder.

"Oh! It would never have happened if you hadn't made me wear these wicked clothes. I feel all uncovered in this dress."

"But that is just the point. It never would have happened. I wanted it to happen; that's why I lent you my dress. To tell you the truth, Emily, if I go to a soiree and some nice gentleman doesn't find an opportunity to put his hand on my bosom, not to mention beneath my skirts, I am greatly disappointed. Now you tell me the truth. Didn't a thrill run through you when Alex squeezed your titty?"

Margaret's hand had, by this time, descended so far along Emily's bulging chest that it was almost upon her nipple hidden under the topmost half inch of cloth.

"Well, maybe a little thrill."

"And wouldn't you really like for him to do it again, dear Emily?"

Margaret's words were enticingly soft in Emily's ear, and her fingers were now plainly fondling her friend's nipple just out of eight of the audience. "Oh, Margaret, you always make me feel so naughty when I know I shouldn't!"

"Do you remember when we used to sleep together at your home and share naughty thoughts?"

"I've tried to forget all that, Margaret. It isn't right."

Margaret was now behind Emily with her arms draped about her neck fondling both nipples.

"Let me call Alex in so the two of you can make up."

"Oh, no, Margaret! Don't!"

Margaret went back to the curtain.

"Alex! Alex! Do come in here to Emily's room."

Emily moved to one corner and recommenced fluttering her fan and heaving her bosom. Then Alex appeared in powdered wig and velvet knee breeches. It was Frank.

"Dear Alex, Emily is sorry that she ran off when you were merely trying to express your admiration of her beauty. I've been very stern with her and told her that here in London we pursue pleasure rather than flee it. Now, Emily, I think it only proper that you apologize to Alex by letting him do as he likes with your marvelous breasts."

"No, Margaret, I couldn't!"

"Come, come, Emily. I insist."

Margaret drew the feebly resisting Emily toward her brother, and when she was directly in front of him, gave her bodice a sudden jerk, causing her big, full tits to pop out. While Emily trembled, Alex reached out and softly touched the jutting globes. Then he bent his head and took a large, succulent nipple into his mouth.

Closer to home, the show was really beginning to get to me, and I dropped one arm around Mary's neck and beneath her neckline where my fingers found her nipple hard and stiff.

"Doesn't Emily have the most delightful nipples, Alex? Hard, hot perfect pricks that you just love to suck. Bite them a little, Alex; she likes that."

"Ohhhh… "

"That's right, Alex. Doesn't sucking her tits make you want to drive your penis into her cunt. I must tell you a secret. Emily's cunt is one of the sweetest, most delicate things in the world. Suck harder on her nipples while I get her ready for you to fuck."

Emily was in a complete swoon and didn't resist as Margaret rapidly undid her clothes, leaving only the last petticoat.

"Now stop, Alex. I want to talk with Emily."

Alex stopped gobbling Emily's tits and stood back so the audience could see the enormous bulge of his erection. There were sighs in the darkness, and Mary cuddled closer and began massaging the bulge between my legs.

"Emily? Tell me, don't you want Alex to stick his prick in your cunt?"

"I can't say it, Margaret."

"Yes you can, Emily. Say 'I want to feel Alex's prick up my cunt!'"

"No, I can't!"

"Perhaps if you see it you can."

Margaret undid and removed Alex's breeches to uncover his giant horn of a penis rooted in a nest of black hair with heavy, pendulous balls slung beneath it.

"Now, there's my brother's penis. Isn't it splendid! I've had it up my cunt more times than I can count, and also deep in my asshole. And he has fucked me in the armpit and between my tits so that his come squirted on my face. And I've sucked it until it has flooded my mouth with hot semen. Surely, Emily, you must want to feel such a tool inside you, too!"

Emily had become more wildeyed with Margaret's every word, and now she grabbed Alex's penis.

"Yes! Yes! I want it up me! Stick it up my cunt before I die! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"That's better. But first I must get you ready. You must lie on your back the way I place you, and you must hold your legs as far apart as possible."

Margaret laid Emily on her back on a table so that her feet were to the audience. Then she threw her petticoat up and slowly pulled her legs apart, spreading apart the red lips of her flaxcrowned cunt until it gaped open in total readiness. Mary had my prick out, and now I slipped my free hand inside her panties and into the soupy gash of her ready cunt.

"Now, I will get you both ready."

Margaret bent down and for several seconds licked Emily's oozing slit. Then she took Alex's prick in her mouth and sucked it for as long.

"And now I want you, my dearest brother, to mount Emily, my dearest friend. Go deep into her Alex; let her feel the full thrust of your wonderful prick."

Alex stood up to the table and drove into Emily to the hilt on the first stroke.

"Wonderful! Fuck her, Alex! Cram her cunt! Isn't it heavenly, Emily! Doesn't his prick completely fill you! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Margaret kept shouting in rhythm with Alex's massive plunges. Then she sat down on a chair which gave her a good view of the proceedings, drew up her own skirts exposing her dear, sweet, familiar pussy, and began to masturbate. Mary was masturbating me, and sounds of sex came from the tables around. In the dim light, I could see that Sue Ann was holding the head of one of the busboys deep in her lap with her skirt drawn up, and Roger was occupied with a waitress. I took a moment to help Mary out of her dress so she had only her panties on and then went back to frigging her and fondling her nipples. Alex came off with a great charge, and Emily gave a passionate scream When he pulled out long and limp, the white ooze showed that his climax had been for real. There was a sudden sense of hesitation in the room, then Margaret resumed the dialogue and brought people back from the brink.

"Magnificent! What a superb fuck! I envy you, Emily. Here I am, still unfulfilled, and now Alex can't help me." She playfully pulled at his slippery pecker. "What we need is refreshment. I'll summon some."