Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

The first to spin was Sue Ann. She tore open the envelope and stared at the photo. Then she announced that she would do it and showed us what it was. It was simply an ordinary, womanontop fuck, albeit a wellphotographed one, with Dave and Helen as models. Sue Ann's partner was Ben Cummings. He obediently lay on a mattress with his pole sticking up in the air. Sue Ann straddled him and reached between her legs to position his prick at the mouth of her cunt. Then she sank slowly, absorbing inch after inch of prick inside her. I heard a quickly drawn breath at my side and realized that Ann Cummings was beside me. Her eyes were riveted to the junction between her husband's cock and Sue Ann's cunt. I put my arm around her to reassure her. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. Now Sue Ann was beginning to move, pumping up and down. Ben's prick reappeared every few seconds bathed in fluid. He was mauling her big tits, and at the top of her stroke she was able to let him suck them. The show, however, was a short one. After the buildup we had had it took only a couple of minutes for Sue Ann to bring him off. Suddenly she sank down on him hard, and he bucked like a wild horse. Sue Ann let out a cry as his jerking cock brought her off and then collapsed on him. It was only then that I noticed that in my own excitement I had started frigging Ann, and I stopped.

Next up was Greta, who drew a photograph of a sixtynine. Dave was her partner, and they went to it with great gusto. Unfortunately there's little spectator sport in sixtynine, and we all waited impatiently for them to finish. Sue Ann and Ben had recovered and rejoined the group. It turned me on to see Ben's come trickle out of Sue Ann.

Marie was next and drew a standing fuck, which was very appropriate since she was the smallest girl in the room. I was her partner. I lifted her up, and she clasped her legs around me. Then I slowly lowered her until my cock was nestling in her cunt mouth. She gave me an eager, brighteyed look, and I lowered her farther. Down she slid, impaled on my penis. The feeling was exquisite. It was hard to start any motion going, but after the long buildup, we hardly needed it. I was up to the hilt inside her. We jiggled around a bit, and the bright look in her eyes became hysterical. She gave a series of gasps, and then her cunt grabbed me like a fist. Contraction after contraction gripped my prick, and in a moment I was at my own peak. I practically exploded inside her. Never had I had such a huge orgasm. I almost fell but caught myself and lowered us both to a mattress. She was still seated across my lap with my prick inside her. Despite the orgasm I was still pretty stiff. I lay back and rolled over until I was on top of her, my prick never having left her body. Her tiny body underneath me gave me new energy, and I started to fuck her for real. I socked it to her with full force until she cried out in pleasure at each blow, and then we both came again.

By the time we had recovered, we had missed Bent's match with Ann Cummings and Judy's with Roger Miller. There was only one couple left and one picture. The verdict was that Helen was to straddle enormous Frank while he was seated. Ben and Ann had done the same thing except that this time the girl was to face outward. I never thought it would work. I couldn't believe that Helen's twat could take such a massive thing. But it did. With great care and effort she pressed herself down on him, with each attempt taking a little bit more into her. Finally it was all in, and she began to move. At first it was slow and arduous, but soon she was moving normally. And then she was fairly jumping up and down and grunting as she rode toward her climax. Unbelievably, my own cock was hard as a rock once again. I knelt in front of her so I could see more clearly the piston of flesh sliding in and out of her. Irresistibly my hand was drawn to fondle Frank's huge balls and feel the slippery column of his prick. This spurred his orgasm, and with three mighty jerks he inundated my wife's vagina.

With that, the planned entertainment of the evening ended. Marie and I were not the only ones who had been indulging ourselves in a second round, and fucking went on for a little while longer. Ann Cummings wanted to suck me off, and I wasn't one to refuse her, while at the same time I frigged dear Judy's crack, which was like a swamp after inundations from both Roger and Bent.

But soon enough everything was truly over; everyone was exhausted. Some clothes were put on, and underclothes were stuffed in pockets and handbags. Even after three superb orgasms, the sight of these naked girls now clothed without underwear brought me up again. As each one said goodbye I reached under her dress and felt her cunt. It seemed like a very natural and ordinary intimacy, which no one minded. Then, finally, everyone was gone. Helen and I retired and slept soundly in each other's arms.

This narrative, as the reader is doubtless aware, has been a very onesided one; for at this stage in my sex life nothing registered in my memory except my own personal feelings and what I perceived of those of my immediate partner. Nor in this case do I have my wife's diary to refer to as a corrective to my onesided vision. To this day I don't really know how the evening could have come about in the way I remembered it. I assume that the magic ingredient was that inadvertently we and the Harrises had chosen for our orgy couples who were already experienced in wife swapping, but I can't even be sure of that. Two of the couples we never saw again in an intimate way. We were hesitant after our first success to push our luck and try again too soon, and in the meantime the Cummings had been transferred out of town. The Swedes, Bent and Greta, were friends primarily of Dave and Judy. We invited them to our next event, but they refused by mail, and we crossed them off our list.

The other two couples, Roger and Sue Ann Miller and Frank and Marie Cordoba, it turned out, were not inexperienced. When Helen left and I first became interested in writing up the story of our sexual experiences, Frank and Marie were no longer available for consultation about their experiences, before meeting us, as will become understandable when I get to that part of the story. But Roger and Sue Ann were, and I taped a conversation I had with them about their early sex lives. What follows is a transcription of that tape.

"Go ahead, Sue Ann. It's on," I said, indicating the tape recorder.

"Well, I'll spare you the clever bits about playing doctor with my cousins at age seven and showing myself to a little boy for comparison at age eight and go on to the pubescent age. My trouble, or at least so my Mom used to tell me at the time, was that I couldn't sit with my legs together. I was a tomboy and always wore pants if I could. When I had to wear skirts, I wore them like pants and refused to think about modesty, which I thought was pretty silly. A lot of girls go through this stage. After all, it is pretty silly when you're still a little girl. Most of them grow out of it when they start to get breasts, though. I was different that way.

It might have been the fact that my mother kept nagging me so much about it. Maybe I built up a block against it. Anyway, whatever it was, I kept on sitting with my legs apart after it started to make a difference. It became a reflex with me, a habit which I couldn't break. Skirts were pretty long then, so it didn't make too much difference. But when the styles changed early in high school, it really started to matter. I was already pretty well developed by that time, and from my girl friends I had found out what my cunt was really for. Still, my few dates had been timid things with handholding and the like as the highlight.

What changed all that was an incident that happened at a church youth meeting. We had been doing various youth meeting things, and I had met a guy named George who was two years older than I. He seemed to like me, and when the leader told us we were going to see a movie, I sat on the floor next to him, naturally with my legs a bit too far apart for modesty. So the lights went out, and the movie started, and suddenly I felt his hand on the underside of my thigh, almost touching my panties. Going from handholding to this in one fell swoop was quite a switch, and instead of doing anything I just froze, stupefied. And then his hand was there; just like that. He was pressing and massaging and feeling all over my cunt. Before I had frozen because I was stupefied, but now I froze because it felt so nice, and I didn't want him to quit. The movie was going on about the evils of alcohol or something, and everyone was looking forward, so they couldn't spot us. After a couple of minutes, he got under the cloth and slipped his finger in. I remember I was trembling like a leaf, but I didn't dare move. He was squeezing my lips and trying to get his finger all the way up me, and then he stopped suddenly. The movie was over.