Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

The warmth of Judy's inner thighs caressed my cheeks and ears as I took charge of holding her panties aside and buried my tongue in her slit. The heady, murky smell and slippery, viscous taste of cunt cream exploded in my senses. It was the same as Helen's and yet different. Distantly I heard Judy make little cries as I licked her clitoris.

I stood up, forgetting about the picture entirely and shed my trousers in an instant. My shirt took no longer. Sandals and shorts, and then I was naked, standing over this beautiful, cowering woman with a feeling of conquest I had never had before. My cock felt heavier and longer and my balls more pendulous than ever before. Judy's look was now more one of raw lust than shyness. I beckoned to her to stand. She stood, and with a simple movement I slid her dress the rest of the way over her hips and to the floor. She stepped out of it. I unhooked her garter belt and slid down her panties and stockings. She was naked. I drew her into an embrace. Her full tits were cushions on my chest, her fingers like feathers on my cock and balls. My hand was in her cunt.

We stood there in that pose for minutes, for our attention had now returned to our legal mates. Both of them were naked. Dave had his tongue buried in Helen's mouth and two fingers buried in her vagina. Again and again Helen jerked against the two probing fingers, trying to fuck herself on them; and then he laid her out on the couch. I tensed as I saw the bright red head of Dave's penis poised at the entrance to the delicate blonde cunt I knew so well. Judy tensed beside me. Then he was up her in one great stroke. I could almost feel how she must have felt as eight thick inches of alien prick slid into her body. It was done; Helen was being fucked by another man in my presence. The sensation was indescribable.

Suddenly I lusted to take Judy as hard as I could. I pulled her to the other couch and threw her down. She couldn't have been more ready, her curly brown mound thrust upward; her knees spread wide, her arms reaching toward me in desire. I descended on her and immediately jammed my prick into her. The hot wet channel of her sex felt like balm but served as goad. I wanted to get into her farther, harder. Again and again I shoved it in with all my might, grunting at the shock. Each time her pelvis rose to meet the thrust. Her eyes were shut, and in a rhythmical, throaty whisper she intoned, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… " with each stroke. I rose to my peak and blasted off, jetting my come in great gushes deep inside her. I hardly noticed the little cries she made as orgasm gripped her simultaneously in spasms of release.

Minutes later I raised myself from her and pulled my quelled cock from its warm pocket. I sat up and looked around. Helen and Dave were sitting lovingly together on the other couch watching us. Helen looked gorgeous with her hair disheveled and drops of sweat marking her brow and the valley between her breasts. No less did I feel an inexplicable warmth toward Dave. They looked at me with their completely relaxed smiles, and I laughed. Judy sat up and I gave her a big hug. Helen and Dave came over to our couch, and Helen gave a little yelp as Dave's semen started to flow down her leg.

We sat in mixed couples, girls in the middle, and we cuddled languorously. I sopped my hand first in Judy's cunt and then in Helen's. I sucked their tits. Such an atmosphere of love and friendship I had never experienced. Gradually the girls' fondling raised our pricks again, and it seemed that we might have another round. But Dave decided that they should leave instead. Judy disappeared to wash her twat while Dave dressed. In a long leavetaking we all said how much we liked it and agreed to do it again. Dave asked for the picture of him and Helen, and I gave it to him, only regretting that I had forgotten and overdeveloped the one of Judy displaying herself so shyly.

We saw them out the door and then turned to each other amorously. My cock was rigid in an instant when I clasped Helen to me. We went into the bedroom and fucked with slow passion. We needed no other comment on the effects of our experiment. Helen did write of it in her diary, however, and here are a couple of pertinent points:

"The thrill was unbelievable when Bob pulled her other leg up and spread her knees. It was just then that Dave got his hand inside my pants. I almost came. There was Judy's wide open pussy, and Bob was about to violate it… I've never wanted so much to be fucked hard and brutally. I wanted to be raped, to feel a strange prick shooting into me… I couldn't believe how tender and cute Bob looked, all tuckered out and collapsed on top of Judy. I wish he could fuck her again right away. Seeing it go in and out of her cunt really turned me on. I can see now why boys like to lick girls' cunts. They can look awfully sexy with a big prick in them… "

We saw the Harrises pretty regularly after that night. We followed the same pattern as the first time. Once a week or so we would go over to their house or they would come to ours. We'd talk and drink and eventually show pictures or get into the sex bag some other way. Then we'd top the evening off by petting and fucking. The distinctive flavor, fragrance, and feel of Judy's cunt became as familiar to me as Helen's but the sensation that she was someone else's wife never let up and continued to spice the experience. Likewise, the repeated sight of Dave's penis slipping in and out of Helen's hot crack continued to excite me to new peaks. Often we would fuck side by side on the bed and then fall asleep four abreast with the girls in the middle. Only later did I learn from Helen's diary that, while Dave and I slept the sleep of satisfied men, the girls sometimes remained wakeful.

"Tonight I could hardly wait for the boys to fall asleep. Ever since last time I've been thinking how cute Judy looks when she's just been fucked. Tonight I did something about it. The fellows rolled over and were out like a light, but Judy was still awake. We were almost nose to nose already so all I had to do was to move my hand onto her hip and butt. She must have been thinking just what I had been thinking because she opened her eyes and gave me a sultry look and a little smile. Then I moved my hand to her sweet pussy, and she opened her legs a bit. Her cunt was so wet and hot and sexy I almost creamed just feeling it. I can see why fellows like to feel girls' slits. Her clitoris is bigger than mine. I wanted to suck her, all of a sudden, but I didn't want to wake the boys, so I just started to frig her real soft and slow. She was aroused and beginning to breathe hard in about a minute. Then I felt her little fingers feeling for my cunt. She was a lot softer and more gentle than a boy, but she knew right where to get me. We had to keep it slow so the boys wouldn't wake up, but we came in only a few minutes."

Thus Helen was adding a whole new dimension to her sex life while I still had my hands full just with the swapping we were doing. I won't deny that Dave's cock absorbed my attention and even admiration from time to time, but this was usually in its capacity as penetrator of my wife's orifices rather than in its own right. Truthfully, I was too absorbed with cunt to think about cock.

Gradually, as our relationship with the Harrises continued, my entire outlook on women changed. Girls had always attracted me, to state a truism, but what attracted me about them had always been their style and outward appearance. I was attracted sexually, but not consciously so. Now, that all changed. Whenever I saw a pretty girl I would look at her as a sexual being. Pretty legs were pretty legs, but now they also became directly and deliciously attached to the crotch. When my eyes reached the hemline, they no longer saw a skirt; they saw thighs and hips and crotch covered with a garment in itself irrelevant. In the same way I ceased looking at girls' breasts as they were molded into some unnatural, cosmetic shape by their brassieres; instead I saw natural, soft warm tits with hard, succulent tips, unfortunately and hopefully temporarily, constricted by fashion. Whereas before only Helen and then Judy were fully sexual women in my sight, now I gradually came to see women in general as sexual beings.