Richard Long - Along came a swapper

"Not this kind," Pris said. "Hal had one once, but it was just a little star-shaped device on a rubber cap that fitted over the head of his tool. I never saw one like this! And what's that other gadget? My, that looks vicious!"

Jackie urged Max to demonstrate the use of the articles he'd brought out. He placed the two bands on the shaft of his prick, one near the broad head and another farther back. The third object resembled a flat, circular pad; a hole had been cut in its center, and it too was studded with small, flexible, spikes. A harness-like series of straps were fastened to it, and Max showed their use, pulling the round pad down over his engorged prick until it fitted snugly against the base of his belly. A few adjustments of the straps around his waist were enough to anchor it firmly.

"I see now!" Pris cried, her eyes round with interest. "The round thing stays back against his body, so when he's shoved his tool all the way home, you can rub the lips of your pussy on those little spikes! Yummy! I'll bet there's a lot of feeling when you brush your clitty against that tickle-pad!"

"That's hardly the proper term for it," Jackie sighed, already warm with passion and ready to feet Max's gruesomely bedecked prick ripping into her body. "It's just the most excruciatingly beautiful thing in the world, I guess. The bad thing about it is that the sensations are so intense they're almost like pain. I can't stand having it used on me except at certain times, it's so strong and awful!"

This was obviously one of those times, and Pris urged the loving couple to demonstrate the use of the curious implements. Jackie needed no urging, nor did Max, and they were shortly joined in a lustful embrace, with Pris and Hal paying close attention to their ecstatic movements.

Jackie felt her belly begin turning flips as soon as the first band circling Max's stiff prick scraped its sensational path between the tender lips of her pussy and pried open her throbbing cunt. The entrance of the second band intensified her terrible joy, and she swung her hips up in a frantic lunge, seeking to press her aching sex flesh to the obscene, pad surrounding Max's plunging prick.

"Aiiee! Ooohh! Uffff!" she screamed when their bodies closed, bringing her clitoris into scalding contact with the spiked disc.

Max flung himself at her viciously, knowing that this was the way to bring her even greater joy, and Jackie responded with a shuddering, writhing, panting climax that seemed to last for many minutes.

Max thrust and probed in her reeking cunt, trying to excite himself to the point where he could join her in ecstatic enjoyment of their coupling. But alas, his previous exertions had robbed him of the power to respond so strongly, though. He felt a surge of pride at the way Jackie's body writhed and shuddered under his thrusts.

"Now give it to me!" Pris muttered, beckoning him forward and falling onto her back. "No; don't waste time taking those things off and putting them on Hal: let me have the prick right now!"

"Go on. She's dying for it," Hal urged.

Max moved over, obediently, and fitted himself between Pris' widespread knees. She guided his curiously armored prick into her cock-pocket with her own hands, pulling him toward her and impatiently stuffing the prick's head into her steamy crevice. Max thrust down, lodging at least half his tool's length in her body and bringing and bringing a low, sobbing moan of joyous sound from her throat.

"Crazy!" she murmured, shaking her head in amazement at the force of feeling the prickly prick brought to her heated flesh. "It's the greatest feeling ever! Hurry! Get it all in so I can feel everything!"

Max couldn't have denied her. He felt as though her cunt had become a sort of magnet, drawing him deeper and deeper with irresistible force. He felt his prick slice her flesh apart and carve a clinging niche for itself; he felt her thighs tighten around him pressing him tight against her wet, shuddering pussy lips. He felt her quiver for a moment and then begin to come, heaving with exultant joy as the spasms of ecstasy pulsed through her loins.

Hal watched this performance with admiring eyes, scarcely able to believe that so simple an act could have so dramatic effect on his wife in so short a time. Pris never lacked for expression or life in her orgiastic writhings, as he well knew, but he'd never seen her attain such heights in so short a time. Truly, he decided, Max's long tool with its peculiar decorations must be a wonderful lovemaking device.

Pris herself corroborated this surmise when Max had extracted his prick from her frothy cunt, sighing out in a dreamy tone that he'd brought her to the very brink of oblivion. She also apologized to Jackie for ever having doubted her word, and pronounced herself a convert to the girl's point of view.

"I'll never again say they're all the same!" she vowed heartily. "Really, that outfit is unbelievable!"

"It might have been different if Max hadn't had the ticklers on," Jackie said, "but with it on, it's another ballgame altogether."

"Too true," Pris agreed. "But you know, there's a variation on that proposition which I'll still stand by. And if you want to put it to the test, we could have a lot of fun trying it out."

When Jackie declared herself curious, Pris explained her statement. She said that few if any women could distinguish between the tongue of their husband and that of another man when it was applied to their pussies, and that the proof could quickly be had.

"I'm sure Max wouldn't mind a chance to give your sweet slot a kiss and a lick," she added, looking meaningfully at Max, who rolled his eyes in appreciation. "And I know for a fact that Hal's just dying for a chance to get his face between your legs. So if you're willing to take the chance, Jackie, just scoot over to the edge of the bed and prop it up where they can get at it. I think you'll be in for a pleasant surprise."

Hal suggested that it might be fairer if he and Max were to alternate in their attentions to Jackie, each having one or several consecutive chances at her while she lay with her eyes closed and her thighs spread wide. Jackie swore that she could always tell Max's tender, probing tongue-action, and lay back with her hands covering her eyes.

Hal and Max looked at each other, uncertain as to the proper order. Pris solved it by pointing mutely at Max, and he knelt between Jackie's legs, careful not to touch the insides of her thighs, and daintily drew his tongue up through the dark, swollen lips of his wife's well-lubricated pussy. Jackie clenched her belly suddenly, trying to control her hips and keep from thrusting them up at the joy-giving tongue, but she muttered tensely that it was Max who had given her so tender a touch.

Hal replaced him silently. Pris advised her that they would keep track of who kissed her when, and that once the game was over, they'd inform her of it. Hal pressed his mouth to the wet, inviting lips, so full of sensual vigor, and gently sucked them into his mouth, drawing them out full length and exerting a delightful pressure that brought a groan of pleasure from Jackie's lips. Again, she identified the culprit correctly, adding that Max had never done it to her in just that way.

"But it's a nice way," she added, "and I hope you were watching, darling. I want to investigate it more thoroughly sometime!"

Now Hal moved back and Max replaced him, adopting a different technique but one that Jackie again identified as his. Max was beginning to think that perhaps she had an ultra-sensitive pussy, truly capable of distinguishing the slightest variations in texture and technique.

But then his suspicion was confounded. Instead of Hal dropping down for another turn, he saw with considerable shock that Pris was moving into place! She had tied her hair back in a hastily improvised pony tail, so she wouldn't he given away by her long wisps of hair. When Max started in surprise, Hal took his arms and cautioned him to remain silent, winking ferociously. Max caught on to the trick they were playing, and said nothing.