Richard Long: Along came a swapper

Pris barely touched Jackie at first; she simply ran the very tip of her tongue lightly over the girl's flesh, touching the bristling hairs, and flicking the tender, sensitive skin. Jackie's hips involuntarily bobbed up seeking firmer contact with the tongue that caused her such delightful sensations. The motion caused the swollen lips of her pussy to part, revealing soft inner flesh that glowed with sensual warmth. Pris now pressed the attack, her tongue darting out to flick over the girl's distended clitoris, and bring a gasp of agonized delight from Jackie. Then it slid down through the fertile, sweaty furrow and finished with a darting jab at the taut brown ring of Jackie's anus.

"There. What do you think of all that?" Hal asked Jackie, who still lay flat, her eyes closed.

"Well, it wasn't Max, so it must have been you, Hal," she murmured, her voice husky.

"Look and see." Max told her, struggling to keep, from laughing.

Jackie raised her head and looked down between her thighs. When her gaze met Pris' impishly glinting blue eyes, she started up in shocked awareness of what had happened.

"It was you?" she gasped. "The last one was you? Oh, no, Pris! That couldn't have been you!"

"Ah, but it was!" her friend chuckled. "And from the way you tightened up, I believe you rather enjoyed it. Perhaps as much as when the guys were doing it to you."

Jackie realized with a blushing sense of shame that this was so. Indeed, the last kiss had been especially thrilling. It was the first time she'd ever been touched erotically by a woman, and she said as much.

"Think nothing of it," Pris advised her. "I'm not queer, though occasionally I have had a bit of fun with a girl. I'll never choose it over what the boys have to offer, though. But I thought you might not realize that there are some things a girl can do as well as a man."

Jackie digested this revelation in silence.

The others declared that they had had enough of sex and sensuality for a while, and announced that they were going to dress and go out for a pizza. Jackie dressed too and accompanied them, though she was still shaken by the strange feeling which had run through her body when she learned that a woman, not a man, had given her the strongest sensation she had ever received from being kissed between the thighs.

Hal and Pris declined to stay the night, though Max and Jackie both urged them to do so. They pleaded the necessity of a long drive and the need for rising early on Sunday. Jackie watched them drive away late that night, then returned to the apartment, grateful for the chance to be alone with Max for a while. She was eager to talk about her reaction to the intimate kiss by Pris.

But Max was ready for more love, and she gave in to his persuasion and allowed herself to be drilled to the bed twice more. Apparently the break for pizza had fired him with a new zeal. Jackie marveled at the stiffness of his prick, and at the vigor with which he hurled it into her weak but willing body.

When at last they ceased their grinding motions and lay still, panting and spent by the fury of their joy, Jackie couldn't summon the energy to start a conversation.

The following day was a different matter. She raised the topic, and expected Max to berate her for admitting to so perverted a pleasure. But she found, to her astonishment, that he wholeheartedly liked seeing her enjoy the caresses of another woman. In fact, he told her, it was even more stimulating than watching Hal's broad prick force the lips of her pussy apart, and had led directly to his final outburst of erotic fervor before they'd dropped off to sleep.

When Jackie protested that he was asking her to become a lesbian, he scoffed at the notion, reminding her that she had responded heartily to a very heterosexual kind of love after Pris had kissed her with such telling force. Jackie had to admit this; she recalled only too well the way her tired body had sung with happiness when they'd finally been alone and she felt her husbands long prick prying her cunt apart once more. Finally she dropped the subject, seeing that Max wasn't eager to discuss its ramifications.

On returning to his laboratory on Monday, Max discovered that Dr. Hensley was even more disturbed about possible leaks in the lab's security system. He circulated through the building during the day speaking privately and urgently to each of her researchers, cautioning them of the need for absolute secrecy concerning their work.

"In fact," he said to a group that included Max, "I wouldn't even be seen in a group that included anyone from a firm that's competing with us. That's how seriously I take this!"

Max thought Dr. Hensley might be right, in a general sense, but he also remembered that he'd spent an entire evening with a fellow competitor and they'd never once mentioned their work. If this was possible, he told himself, then surely there could be no harm in continuing to meet Pris and Hal. Nevertheless, he vowed to work especially hard at keeping electronics out of his conversations, a vow which he confidently expected he could keep.

Jackie heard nothing from Pris until Tuesday, when her friend called to say that she'd contacted several of her friends in the group of mate-swappers who were to meet, and asked their opinion of bringing a new couple to the next party.

"Of course they were a little leery at first," she told Jackie, "but when I described you and Max, they were sold completely! Now you will remember, wont you, that you don't have to play around with anyone unless you want to? I've gone to several parties of this kind and stayed flagrantly faithful to Hal, and he's done the same, so there's nothing to worry about there. I'll admit, though, that most often I get my kicks. There's just nothing like having a variety of men, I believe, and the curious thing is that when Hal comes back to me, I'm even readier for him that I usually am!"

Jackie, however, wanted to talk about the strange experience she'd had with her friend. She quickly agreed to come to the party, taking down the address Pris gave her, and then switched the conversation to the subject that seemed to prey constantly on her mind.

"Oh, so you're worried that maybe I've turned you into a queer? Don't give it another thought," Pris advised her. "The first time I was sucked off by a girl, I worried about it too. But then I woke up later to find myself wanting nothing so much as a nice, hard prick rammed up my cunt, so I decided I was one of those who can go either way. Really, I don't believe you have a thing to worry about, Jackie."

Jackie persisted, however, and finally got up enough nerve to say what had been gnawing at her conscience ever since the experience.

"But you don't understand," she told her friend. "Pris, I liked it! And what's more, ever since then, I've been unable to think of much but what it might be like if you had been lying there and I had been kneeling between your legs! I'm serious! I think I'd really like to do it to a woman, in the French style, I mean."

"Maybe you're in further than I thought," Pris muttered after a brief pause. "If so, it might create complications, though I still doubt it. Gee, darling, if we weren't going out of town this afternoon, I'd sure come over and let you work out those feelings on me. You're a swell girl, you know, and I could get real hot about a little game of sixty-nine with you, or maybe a good pussy-rubbing fuck. But we have to leave in an hour or so, which makes it just impossible. Otherwise I'd be there in a flash!"

Jackie felt a dark thrill of elation flash through her body when she heard Pris admit that she'd like to go to bed with her and engage in abandoned love play of the most perverted sort. Her body, already sweaty-slick and hot with the passion she seemed to retain constantly now, cried out for attention and she gave it to herself, telling herself all the while that it wasn't really being unfaithful to Max since he wasn't there to assuage her throbbing need and cool her fevered lusts. Still, she realized with shame that it wasn't the usual image of Max's lust-stiffened prick which loomed in her mind as she lay back and massaged the lips of her pussy until they sang with joy; rather, it was Pris' mature, womanly cunt that she visualized, a cunt which her friend was pressing down onto her lips with an insistent hunger that would be satisfied in only one way.