Richard Long - Along came a swapper

"Just run it in," she panted hoarsely. "Don't stay long enough for us to come, though; I'd die if that were to happen."

She was tall enough to allow him easy entry, and her slot was already wet with lusty dew; it greeted the head of his prick with a hot, juicy kiss. Max steadied her with his hands, once the broad head was in place, and gently nudged forward, driving his tool past the snug rim of her hot cunt. Pris sucked in a deep breath, appalled but also thrilled by the size of his organ; her flesh cried out for a long, steady diet of that immense tool.

Max thrust nearly the entire length of his prick into her slick orifice before stopping. Another gentle thrust, and the fur of his loins was scraping the swollen lips of Pris' sex, bringing a gentle moan from her lips. She hitched herself back against him, rubbing the tingling flesh of her pussy into the bony mass surrounding the great pleasure pole. But then she stepped forward, separating them.

"God, that was terrific!" she whispered, turning to him with lust burning in her eyes. "I can see why Jackie's so hot for you. It must be great, being able to keep that thing inside till the very end."

Max longed to beg her to do just that, but his pride forbade it. And Pris knew very well that he longed to complete the act with her, but she kept to her vow. They sat on opposite sides of the dining table and resolutely tried to keep up a conversation, though Max found it almost impossible to keep the talk from veering toward sex. The easy way in which she sat there, displaying her perfectly molded breasts, combined with his knowledge that she wanted him, drove, him almost to distraction.

They were still trying to carry on a non-sexual conversation when they heard the bedroom door open. Max, uncertain whether he would be discovered by his wife or by Pris' husband, kept his seat, though he was wondering how he would explain having a cup of coffee with her when they were both stark naked. Then Jackie came into the kitchen, and his problem was solved; she too was nude.

"I see I'm not alone in doing without clothes," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Gee, that coffee smells good!"

Max thanked his stars that she accepted this strange behavior so readily. He was also grateful that the shock of hearing the bedroom door open, and the uncertainty about whom he would see, had served to bring his prick down to a chastely limp state.

"I got up, and just had to have coffee," Pris explained. "And, then here came Max. We thought we'd let you two sleep, if you wanted to."

"Hal's still snoring away," Jackie remarked.

She joined them at the table, and they compared notes on the films they'd seen, agreeing that the second had been a truly arousing piece of cinematic erotica. Pris declared that she'd seen it at least a dozen times and never failed to become ultra-aroused, a sentiment with which Jackie heartily concurred.

They were just finishing their coffee when Hal joined them, expressing an urgent need for breakfast. Jackie and Pris set to work scrambling eggs and preparing other treats, while Hal and Max talked.

"You boys over at Walton may have the edge on us right now," Hal said when Max teased him about Langer's lack of success in competing with his own firm, "but we're working on something that's a perfect winner. Once we get it ready for the market, we're going to chase you out of the electronic surveillance field altogether!"

Max stiffened with surprise at hearing this. His interest was immediately aroused, not least because it happened that the top-secret project on which he was then working was a gadget which had a lot of promise for the very field Hal had mentioned.

"Is that so?" he blurted out, surprised into admitting more than he should have let fall about his own work. "It just happens that we're working in that line ourselves, on a brand new approach to the problem!"

Hal tried to work additional information out of him concerning Walton's approach to the highly important project, but of course Max would say nothing more. After a few moments of fencing, the two agreed that they should both keep their mouths shut, in loyalty to their respective companies.

"I'm glad to hear that," Pris called over to them as they arrived at the agreement. "That's enough shop talk for one day! Why can't you guys talk about something more interesting than that silly old electronic stuff?"

"Like what?" Hal asked, looking fondly at her. "Sex, for example?"

"If you know of anything more interesting, I sure wish you'd let me in on the secret," Pris retorted. "What's wrong with liking sex? Lord, I love to talk about it, much less do it! It's just the greatest subject ever, in spite of how we almost worked it to death last night!"

"It's amazing but true," Jackie agreed. "In fact, I sometimes think that the more I have, the more I want! I'd be ready for another go right now, if I weren't so blasted sore down there. Max, I'm positive you wore a blister on me last night."

"Feel free to go back to the bedroom whenever you'd like," Pris reminded her. "But for that sore feeling, I've found there's nothing like a long, hot bath. The water takes the soreness out and leaves you feeling like a virgin again!"

"It's the bathtub for me, then," Jackie said with a laugh. "Though I'm not sure I'd want to go through that experience again!"

"Was it bad for you the first time?" Hal asked, buttering his toast as he raised the delicate subject.

"Yes, it was pretty bad," Jackie admitted. "It was my fault, I guess, getting caught out with that would-be stud, but he was so big and strong, I couldn't keep him off all night long! If I'd known then what I know now, I'd have laughed him out of town, he was so poor a specimen in bed. Actually, it was only when I met Max that I began to enjoy all those delicious games."

"If you criticize that first guy because he was so big," Hal remarked, "then he must have been a nine-day wonder! After all, you'll have to admit that Max here is extremely well endowed."

"Ah, but he taught me to love bigness!" Jackie sighed, looking over at her husband with melting fondness. "All those other guys just wanted to wallop it to me and let it go at that. Max taught me to get hungry for it, to want it, and then when he'd give it to me, I was ready to take it."

"Do you find that it's better? I mean with an extra-large man? I must say that Hal's bigger around than anybody I ever had, though I've known a couple of guys who beat him in the length department," Pris observed. "But just plain bigness… Does it really make it better for you?"

"Well, Max is the biggest I've ever had," Jackie answered, "and its sure been great with him. I don't know that a guy with, say, ten or twelve inches would be better. Probably not. But my, I just adore that stuffed feeling, being full to the brim with a hard, warm, living hunk of man!"

"If you ever want to get an especially full feeling," Pris said, moistening her lips with her tongue and darting a calculating look at Jackie as she spoke, "I hope you'll feel free to make use of Hal's cock. I'm not at all selfish with him, and I'm sure he'd be willing to give if to you. That is, of course, if Max didn't mind."

Total silence followed Pris' astounding offer Jackie stared, unable to believe that her friend had actually made the statement. But she knew what she'd heard. She stammered and blushed fiercely then managed to blurt out something to the effect that the offer was very generous but that she'd have to think it over carefully.

The silence then went on, and became so oppressive that Jackie began to feel extremely uncomfortable. She looked over at Max, and suggested that perhaps they'd better get back to their own apartment, since she still had her Sunday cleaning to do. Though no one was deceived by the embarrassed excuse, the Hudginses gave in and allowed their friends to depart without protest.