Richard Long: Along came a swapper

When she lay still at last, her eyes brimming with the tears which a strong, utterly satisfying orgasm always brought, Max pulled her over so that they lay side by side, his upright staff still lodged in her tenderest flesh. But suddenly Jackie pulled away from him and turned over. She fitted her buttocks neatly against his belly. Max knew what she wanted, and gave it to her, sliding his slimy prick into the notch it had just vacated.

"That's good," she purred as she felt the thick tube pierce the semi-relaxed mouth of her cunt once more. "Let's just lie here like this a while and talk. And look at ourselves!"

There was a mirror near the foot of the bed, placed exactly right to allow them to see the exciting way his prick bisected her thighs and disappeared between the pink, distended lips of her pussy. It was a sight neither of them ever found tiresome. Jackie reached down to toy with those pink lips, pulling the dark fur away and pressing the soft, juicy flaps against his sturdy rod. Max lay quietly, enjoying the sight and feel of it.

"Did you know Pris was that way?" he asked. "So forward, I mean, so uninhibited?"

"Oh, she was always pretty wild in college, as I said, but never anything like this," Jackie answered. "Gee, she was sure giving you the once-over! Like a farmer appraising a stallion!"

"She does have an inquiring eye about her," Max admitted. "But for that matter, so does Hal. Did you notice the way he was eyeing you?"

"Of course, darling," Jackie said with a soft giggle. "Did you mind? I rather liked it, myself. It's vain, of course, but hardly any woman minds being looked at like that, so long as they only look, of course."

"No, I didn't mind. In fact, I thought it was rather a compliment to both of us that he was so taken with you. And did you see the size of that prick? Those briefs of his didn't conceal a thing!"

"I know," Jackie said, suddenly clutching Max's thick tool with her fingers and thrusting her loins against it. "I believe it might be nearly as big as this wonderful pole, if such a thing is possible."

"It, isn't all that big," Max insisted, with his usual response to her praise of his great prong. But it pleased him to be complimented on his unusual size. "You must have had bigger ones before I met you."

"That's not so!" Jackie cried indignantly. "Yours is far and away the biggest. And the nicest, too. I've told you that a million times. But what about Pris? Didn't you think she was good looking?"

They discussed the Hudginses for a while more as they lay in their intimate position, and finally Jackie it took the bit in her teeth and asked him if he wouldn't like to be lying with Pris in just that position.

"I'd rather be with you," he told her.

"How about if she was here watching?" Jackie asked.

"What an odd thing to say!"

"No. I'm serious," she insisted. "Didn't you hear her when she said it's a lot more exciting when someone's watching? I don't know if I could ever get my nerve up for something so daring, but it does make my blood race to think about it."

"Seems to make more than your blood race," Max murmured, stroking her swollen clitoris with the tip of a finger and suggestively working his prick back and forth in her slick grip.

Jackie answered by seizing his wrist as she slowly turned onto her belly, bringing him up onto her back. Pressed tightly against the bed, she arched her torso to allow him to cup her breasts in his hands. Then, securely impaled, she began clenching her buttocks, rhythmically. The slight contraction of her muscles was enough to work his prick to and fro in her cunt and also to press her passion-stiffened clit against the sheet beneath.

Max seized her fiery-hued nipples in his fingers, kneading them forcefully and bringing a cry of sensual agony to her lips. He knew her likes well enough to know that the peculiar pain only intensified her desires, and he continued to worry the firm little cones between his fingers.

Suddenly he stiffened his entire body, feeling the first twitch of the imminent explosion. His heavy balls, now recharged, tightened and heaved, then spat forth a steaming load of sperm. Jackie had felt the distended eggs constrict, tremble, and begun twisting her hips vigorously. The movement caused her cunt to grab his stiff prick and rub its head over her most intimate flesh. Max groaned and gathered her close to him, and she answered with a throaty cry of victory as she felt her own loins join his in another song of sensual completion, pulsing and heaving in time to their shuddering gasps of joy.

"Darling?" Jackie lifted her head slightly, after a long pause, and addressed her husband, still stretched out atop her limp body. "Let's, have them over some evening next week."

"Who?"

"Pris and Hal, silly! Maybe Wednesday or Thursday? For a cookout and maybe a swim, if it isn't too cool that night."

"Okay," Max mumbled.

Pris accepted the invitation when Jackie extended it the next day, taking the Wednesday option. Max frowned for a moment when Jackie told him that evening.

"It's just that…" he began, hesitating when he tried to give a sound reason for his reaction to the news. "I don't know. I guess there's no good reason. They're a nice enough couple, so let's go ahead. I guess I want you all to myself too much."

Max and Jackie were already in their bathing suits that Wednesday evening, and tending their charcoal brazier when the Hudginses arrived. Hal immediately dashed upstairs to change, but Pris lingered by the brazier to exchange a few words with Jackie. She went up to change after a few minutes, and had hardly disappeared into the apartment when Jackie discovered she needed more ice for the drinks.

"Be a dear, would you, and get me a couple more trays?" she asked Max. "So dull of me not to think of it!"

Max loyally agreed, and took the ice bucket upstairs. He walked briskly through the apartment, ignoring the half-open door to the spare bedroom where Pris was changing, and went into the kitchen. On emerging, he saw with astonishment that Pris was just coming out of the bedroom… entirely naked!

"Oh, I thought it was Hal," she said, smiling brightly and completely ignoring her nakedness.

Max couldn't speak for a moment; the breathtaking beauty of her bare breasts, full and shapely, claimed his total attention. Then he forced himself to answer, mumbling some inane, remark about needing more ice.

"Well, while you're here, maybe you'd help me tie up the sides of my suit," Pris said, turning toward the bedroom. "I can never manage that properly. Guess I'm just uncoordinated."

Uncoordinated she might be, but shapely she decidedly was! Max felt his prick swelling like skyrocket, brought to stiff life by the flat belly, the long, tapering thighs, the tiny patch of reddish brown fuzz that accented the long, scarlet-hued slit running down from her prominently sculpture love-mound. He set the ice bucket down an followed her into the bedroom, standing awkwardly while she pulled the linked triangles of the bikini bottom up between her legs.

She directed him to catch the two straps on her left side and tie them. Max trembled visibly as his fingers brushed the ivory-smooth skin of her flank; his hands longed to plunge down and bury themselves in that gaping womanly well, but he fought back the impulse. After tying the strings joining the front and back portions of her bikini at each side, he took up his ice bucket and marched down to join Hal and Jackie, shaken to the core by the powerful beauty of Pris Hudgins' body.

They ate at the poolside, mixing good food and bawdy conversation with dips in the water between courses. They were all sitting at the table, plates clean, when darkness closed around them. Suddenly Pris made a pointed remark to Hal about the skimpiness of his bathing briefs. They were cut along the same lines as the pair he'd worn previously, though colored differently. Several times, Jackie's sharp eye had caught the tell-tale outline of his thick tool, lying stretched across his belly; she could have sworn that once or twice she saw the ungainly bulge twitch as if it were erect and anxious to be encased in a hot box of womanflesh.