Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

I found her quickly and identified her in the dark, unnecessarily, by giving my hands a quick tour of her body. I found the zipper behind her back and gave it a pull. Her dress fell off her shoulders to her waist. She stood up and let it fall the rest of the way to the floor. I disentangled her feet, and as I raised my head again, my nose informed me of the geometry of the situation. Very strong and just inches away was the heady, sensual odor that comes only from a woman's cunt. My hands found the backs of her thighs, and I pulled her forward. I plunged my mouth and nose into the nyloncovered mound I couldn't see. The scent intoxicated me. I sent my tongue between her legs searching for the depression between her lips. Her little hands grabbed my head and held it closer to her body. I had just tasted the saltsweet nectar seeping through her panties when the lights went on again.

This time I was the one who reacted, drawing my head back quickly and looking around. The only person looking at us was Helen, who seemed to have some kind of smirk on her face. I don't know whether it was from seeing my guilty look or from the sensations caused by Roger Miller against whom she was leaning, nestled between his legs, while he reached around her and fondled her bare nipples.

The group now recongregated for a new round of number choosing, and as it proceeded, I took stock of the company. The men were wearing nothing but trousers and underpants, the combination of which did nothing to conceal their stiff erections. Anyone who had been wearing a Tshirt had doffed it independently, just as I had gotten rid of my shoes and socks. Helen and Judy were down to their panties already and were the focus of most male eyes. They sat crosslegged, their breasts looking even more opulent than usual, their triangles of fur showing through their translucent panties. I wanted nothing so much as to see someone at that moment jump on Helen and ram his prick up her, and for the first time I realized the second function of sex games. Not only do they break the ice, but they artificially draw out what could be finished in a flurry of activity.

The other girls were in various stages of undress. Marie, of course, was down to panties and bra, as was Ann Cummings. Sue Ann still had on her skirt and was still sitting with crossed legs, her crotch visible. Greta, too, had lost only a blouse. Surprisingly enough, everyone was quite absorbed in the second round of number choosing. I had anticipated that interest, in what was basically a stupid game, would flag, but people's minds were captured by the randomness of the thing. It was fate rather than choice that was forcing them into the arms of one partner after another.

The lights went out again, and Sue Ann was upon me. She undid my belt and zipper and dragged my trousers off. Then she started to explore my feverish genitals. I lay back on the mattress and luxuriated in the feel of her hands fondling my balls and squeezing my cock. She got it out through the slit in my shorts, and in the deep darkness of the room I felt a phantom tongue lick slowly at the head of my penis. Naturally, that was just the moment for the lights to go on.

My next number was cool Ann Cummings. I found her in seconds and got her bra off with almost frantic speed. More than anything I wanted to plunge in and fuck her, but I didn't want to spoil the evening. I pushed her back on the mattress and lay down heavily on her. She spread her legs to receive me, and I started desperately trying to jab my cock through her panties. Her cool demeanor was gone in a flash. She bucked and thrust as I came vainly down on her. I was wrenching her full tits brutally. Then I slid down her body a bit and started to suck and bite her nipples alternately. When the lights came on it was hard to stop, but I managed. Ben Cummings was staring at us curiously. Undoubtedly, whatever sexual adventures they had had, this was the first time he had actually seen his wife beneath another man. He was in no position to object, since Judy, who had lost her panties, was beside him, and he had two fingers of his right hand stuck deep in her cunt. But it was obviously an ambivalent situation for him.

We gathered around the dial for the third round. Besides Judy, Helen was the only one naked. Her cunt looked uncommonly beautiful as she sat with parted legs. The prominent blonde bush descended to the swollen reddish rolls of her cunt lips which, in turn, were open in readiness, revealing the brighter red flesh of her inner lips and slit. After Ben got his fingers out so everyone could see, Judy's crack was equally gorgeous, but it was Helen's that particularly turned me on.

Greta and Sue Ann were still in possession of their bras. Ann, of course, had lost hers to me; and next to Helen's slit it was her full, slightly pendulous tits with stiff brownish nipples that attracted my interest. Marie's bra had gone, as well, and her tits were also nice, although slighter. But I guess it's the tit you've just sucked that attracts you most.

The fellows were all in shorts, which were terribly distended, except for Bent's and mine. Our pricks were sticking out, and I was fully conscious of female eyes gazing at us.

Before starting the next round of number choosing, we voted to have Greta and Sue Ann lose their bras to catch up with the group. The act was quickly accomplished, and now there were six pairs of bare breasts in the room. Greta's were somewhat flat and went well with her tall, thin model's figure and long blonde hair. Sue Ann's were the largest of all and were furnished with large nipples and aureoles some two inches in diameter. Finally everyone had a new number, and the lights went out again.

Judy drew me, and after getting my pants off, she climbed astraddle me for a quick sixtynine. The familiar mouth closed over my prick, which was somewhat cooled after the intermission. I nibbled gently at her warm, wet cunt. I became aware of someone leaning against my right side and realized that right beside us some girl was sucking off some guy. I groped with my free right hand and found first thighs and then crotch. The girl had panties on, but that didn't prevent her from squirming against my fingers. I got inside the elastic band around her leg and started to probe her creamy pussyflesh. When the light came on, I looked to see who it was, and little Marie looked back at me. I sniffed my fingers and smiled.

Then the lights dimmed for the final time. I had failed to spot Sue Ann and wasted time crawling about over heaps of clothing and writhing bodies. Finally I found her and yanked her panties off. I dove for her cunt to get at least a taste of it before the three minutes expired. It was the wettest I had ever known. I buried my mouth in it and could have sucked indefinitely had it not been for the lights.

People didn't want to stop this time since everyone was now naked, but we convinced them that there was more. Roger reluctantly pulled his prick out of Greta, and other people stopped sucking. Once again we sat around the dial, all naked, men's faces smeared with cunt juice and their pricks glistening with saliva. It was immediately obvious that while none of us was embarrassingly undersized, Frank was truly immense. His prick was twoinches thick, heavily veined and slightly curving to a length of what looked to be ten inches. It was crowned with an even thicker purplishred head, and beneath it hung an enormous sac of balls. I looked at Marie and at her perfectly normal looking crack surmounted by curly black hair, and I wondered if it was really possible that he stuffed all of that inside her.

As I looked around me, I became dazzled by the number of ready cunts, but I had to explain the rest of the game and couldn't waste time sightseeing. The ladies spun again for new partners, and then their numerical order was established. The first girl in line would spin until she hit a space with an envelope. Inside the envelope was a photograph of a sex act. The girl who drew it had her choice of doing it with her new partner or giving it to her husband to do with his.