Richard Long: Along came a swapper

"You're right," Max groaned. "But that was so damn good!"

They threw on their clothes, and seated themselves on the sofa and waited for their hosts to reappear. It was then that Max noted that when Pris had kicked the bedroom door shut, she hadn't kicked hard enough. The door had swung ajar, leaving a gap of perhaps six inches. And suddenly he became aware of the sounds emanating from the room beyond.

"Hal! Not now, really!" he heard Priscilla giggle in a low, throaty tone.

An indistinct mumble from Hal answered her; Max couldn't make out what he'd said. Then more indistinct grunts and giggles filtered into the living room. Max looked at Jackie. She too had heard the sounds. They raised their eyebrows at each others shrugging as if to say, "Who knows?"

"Oh, all right!" they heard Pris murmur. "But just for a moment, understand?"

Silence ensued, and then a sharp gasp from Pris. Max could have sworn he heard the bed creak slightly, too. Again he looked inquiringly at Jackie. Again the same mystified look.

"It sounds like they're having themselves a quick screw," he hissed in her ear.

"Surely not," she answered. "But it does sound odd!"

Even odder, she mused, were the sounds now coming from the room. They were certainly familiar, she thought, resembling nothing so much as her own muffled groans and sighs when she felt herself lifted up on Max's cock and propelled toward a delicious orgasm.

"I'll go sneak a little peek," she told Max. "I can't imagine what's going on!"

She walked silently, to the door and peered through the opening. Max saw her stiffen, her body going rigid with surprise and attention. Her eyes grew big and round, and she looked back at him and beckoned him to her side.

Max went over, peered around the doorjamb, and nearly went through the ceiling.

Hal was indeed knocking off a quickie with Priscilla! He lay atop her with her ankles locked together on his back, his hands clutching her trim buttocks and gathering her closer to the piston-like plunges of his loins. They could even hear the swish of his prick sliding in and out of her cunt!

Pris groaned out a long, low note of sexual agony as that weapon flailed and cut at her tenderest spots. Hal was far enough over her that they could catch glimpses of the tool he was using to provoke those agonized sounds, and it looked to be truly immense!

"Ahh!" Pris grunted sharply, biting her lip to try to keep back the sound. "Shoot! Come, you big-pricked bastard! Get with me!"

Jackie watched with awed eyes as her friend ground her loins up to her husband's pile-driving hips. The heated gasps Hal emitted left no doubt but that he was joining his wife in a delirious orgasm, just as she demanded.

Max and Jackie retreated back to the sofa, goggle-eyed with awe. "Did you ever see anything so exciting?" Jackie whispered. "I nearly had one myself, just watching them!"

"It sure was," Max agreed. "I never knew it would be so… so… well, interesting."

They discussed it briefly, interrupting themselves only when Pris walked into the room. She'd put on only a dressing gown, and seemed not at all embarrassed.

"Hal's still dressing," she announced. "I'm sorry we didn't close the door good, but we really intended only to change clothes. Then Hal got horny, and I can never resist him, so… Anyway, I hope we didn't embarrass you."

"No. I can sympathize with you," Jackie blurted out. "When you want it, there's nothing, to do but do it!"

"My, you've changed your ideas since we roomed together, haven't you?" Pris said with a smile. "You know, Max, I sometimes felt Jackie didn't entirely approve of me in those days."

"It wasn't a case of disapproving," Jackie corrected. "I didn't even know what you were doing! It was total ignorance on my part!"

"You seem to have remedied that," Pris returned. "Usually we're not so blatant about it, but tonight… Well, we just couldn't hold back. I'm glad we didn't offend you. Er… would you two like to borrow the bed for yourselves for awhile?"

Max blushed violently at this straightforward proposal. Yet the idea of fucking Jackie on the very spot where Hal had so recently fucked Pris struck him as wildly exciting, in a bawdy, obscene way. Jackie declined for them, but expressed a wish to get home soon and attend to some unfinished business.

"I quite understand," Pris said. "Tell me, how did you find it, being in here while we were sporting in there? Exciting?"

"Yes, I'll have to say we did find it exciting," Max answered, glancing down at the bulging erection that pushed out the front of his shorts.

"Wonderful!" Pris cried out. "You should have come in. It's always ten times better with an audience! What? You mean you've never done it with people watching? Darlings, that makes it really fabulous! I mean it!"

They talked on for a few minutes, mostly about the merits of performing sexually before others, with Jackie admitting to great embarrassment at the thought. Pris shrugged, told them they shouldn't do it if they didn't want to, and then saw them out to their car.

Hal never reappeared. Presumably his exercise had left him knocked out.

Jackie slipped over close to Max as they drove away, her fingers already busy at the fly of his shorts. She pulled out the treasure she hungered for and, scooting around in the seat, proceeded to lavish hot kisses on his straining prick.

"Better be careful," Max warned her. "I feel I could cream in about half a minute."

"That's what I want you to do," she whispered, taking her mouth off his cock for a moment. "Shoot it into me!"

Max did just that, firing off a round of creamy jets that Jackie gulped down hungrily. The car swerved madly during his most ecstatic moments, when he forgot to steer but he managed to recover control without mishap and complete the drive home.

The taste of his spunk, as well as the experience of having him discharge it into her mouth, usually made Jackie hotter than ever, and tonight seemed no exception, judging from the way she continued to lick and suck his tool long after it had ceased its effusions. It looked as if the Saturday night was going to be a very passionate affair, Max reflected as he pulled into their apartment house parking lot.

As soon as they got inside their, apartment, Jackie began tearing the clothes from her hungry body. Max stripped in record time too, and followed her into the bedroom as he flung clothing right and left. Jackie twisted out of her panties and leaped onto the bed, turning to face him with an urgent, wriggle.

"Don't stop for anything," she whispered, falling onto her back and spreading her thighs wide for him. "Just give me that sweet, wonderful prick and I'll be happy!"

Max had rarely seen her in so hungry a mood, nor had he ever felt her sex so hot and demanding as it closed around the knobby head of his prick. She flung her hips up, literally gulping his cock into her carnal canal, and let out a long, throaty moan of sensual joy. On and on his tool slid into her well-oiled socket, cleaving the knotted, passion-heated flesh in a way that soothed the animal hunger of her loins as nothing else could.

Jackie's passion-clogged, tense loins uncurled suddenly in a surge of orgiastic emotion, convulsing as rapidly and stroking Max's straining prick as if a giant hand were squeezing it. He strained and heaved as he thrust himself into her frothing wound, trying to duplicate her climactic joy. But her mouth had already robbed him of the power to respond. He contented himself with maintaining a steady thrust and withdrawal that sent his hard prick pistoning in and out of her sweaty love glove. Jackie cooed and sang out her, delight at the sensations radiating outward from his broad, burly tool. Her thighs gripped him like a death grip, and her hands clasped the muscular black above her with a fierce strength.