Erotica Underground

Along Came A Swapper

Chapter 1

Max Benson nearly ran from the front door of the main laboratory complex, to the
parking lot. He would have run, and shouted too, except that successful research
scientists at Walton Instruments did not behave in such an indecorous fashion.
The news he had received, just before leaving for the day certainly confirmed
that he was just that a successful research scientist.

Max fumbled with his car keys in his eagerness to be off, but managed to get his
Mustang started. He sang a little ditty as he drove. Jackie, he knew, would be
ecstatic. His wife of eleven months followed his career with intense interest,
applauding every step he took. The last eleven months, he realized, had been one
long honeymoon and had proved beyond doubt that he’d chosen wisely, that their
long engagement had paid off fabulously.

Jackie had waited patiently while he plowed through the last two years of his
tough electrical engineering curriculum, giving in to his quixotic decision to
remain single until he was gainfully employed. She in turn had exacted a price
of her own, one that delayed until their wedding night the fullest exploration
of their love. Since that incredible night, however, she had enthusiastically
given herself to the most passionate pursuits they could dream up. Max’s prick
sprang to sudden life as he thought of his ever-passionate wife, of her muscular
thighs, her hungry loins, her hard, conical breasts.

He roared into the parking lot of the Marlchester Arms, the luxurious apartment
house where they’d taken a sumptuous place. Jackie must have heard him coming,
for she was standing at the door when he let himself in.

“Great news, darling!” he cried, hugging her in happy delirium.

“Let’s have it, by all means,” she panted after she’d pulled her mouth from his.

“I’m going into Hensley’s research lab! They liked the work I did on infra-red
sensors, and Hensley wants me to come in with him!”

“Marvelous! Sounds to me like Walton Instruments knows a first- class scientist
when they see one.” Jackie murmured, retaining her hold on Max’s waist and
shoving her pubic bone snugly against his loins. “In fact, I think this calls
for a celebration.”

“Sure it does. Where shall we start?”

“Why, darling, where all our celebrations start,” she purred. “In our passion
chamber, of course! In fact, I think that right now would be a good time for a
Special!”

Max’s eyes flashed eagerly at the reference to one of the many routines they’d
developed in their eleven months of fevered lovemaking.

“Really? That strikes me as a marvelous response,” he told her, leading her to
their bedroom.

Since the Bensons had waited so long before getting married, they hadn’t had to
skimp on furniture, as do so many newlyweds. Max’s healthy starting salary at
Walton Instruments had allowed them to pick an apartment with lots of room, as
well as a collection of choice furniture. Max had insisted on the king-sized
bed, and Jackie had convinced him with no great effort to lay out a sizeable
sum for mirrors and to hang them about the bedroom in strategic spots. “I can’t
help it” she’d told him. “I just think it’ll be fun to lie there and watch us!”

Max had never regretted the investment. He’d discovered that he too liked seeing
himself make love with his wife, and that the sight of their naked bodies,
passionately entwined, stirred Jackie to even more frantic and heated responses.
All in all, the Bensons were very well adjusted in the sex department.

“I’ve got some news too,” Jackie told him as she slipped off her blouse. “But it
can wait till after this, darling.”

Max didn’t try to change her mind; he was too engrossed in the still-magical
mystery of her unveiling body. Their courtship and engagement had been curiously
chaste, considering their passionate natures, but the fact was that they’d both
been shy and awkward before marrying. Only in the privacy of their bedroom had
they been able to uncover the fierce hungers and erotic imaginativeness that
made their every coupling so memorable.

Jackie’s childhood had been so repressive, for example, that she didn’t even
know it “wasn’t nice” to stage little strip shows for her husband; she had
discovered that he liked watching her undress, and saw no reason why she
shouldn’t make a performance out of it if he liked it. Her mother would have
been properly horrified, of course, but her mother wasn’t there. Thus Jackie
eased the cups of her bra off her firmly swelling breasts, teasing him along by
showing a nipple and then covering it up.

Max devoured her with his eyes as he skinned out of his own clothes, stripping
down to his briefs. He left those on, knowing that Jackie found it especially
exciting to watch his stiff cock swell the front of the knitted cotton until it
seemed about to burst the thin barrier.

She tired of her game and sent the bra flying, thrusting her ruddy nipples into
the air before her with a carefree gesture.

She stepped out of her skirt and loafers quickly and began rolling her thin,
skimpy panties down her hips until they resembled a G-string. The dark, curling
fringe of hair that peeked over the rolled nylon added another fillip of
excitement to Max’s viewing.

Jackie walked over to him and began easing his shorts down, her eyes glittering.
“I never cease to wonder,” she breathed softly, “that I lived for twenty-three
years and never knew that men had such wonderful, beautiful things as this in
their trousers! Oh, Max, I just never get tired of looking at your sweet prick!”

Since neither of them knew the proper clinical terms for the delicious things
their marriage had revealed to them, they innocently used the terminology Max
had picked up in college dormitories.

“Hurry up and lie down,” Max panted, “so I can pull those panties off. I feel
the same way about your pussy! Then we can get on with the Special.”

“Yes, darling. I can hardly wait.”

Jackie pulled his shorts down and leaned back as he stepped out of them. Her
eyes caressed his rigid prick with living care, roving up and down its massive
length. Had she had a less innocent childhood, she would have known that her
husband was an unusually well-endowed man; that his eight burly inches of prick
were far more than many women even found in a lifetime of searching.

She lay back and lifted her rump so Max could pull the knotted panties down
along her trim thighs, over her shapely knees and then off completely. She knew
that he liked to gaze on her womanly well, so she drew her knees up and well
apart, until her whole pussy lay open for his inspection.

“How does it look today, Doctor Benson?” she asked.

“Mmm. Looks rather undernourished to me,” he said, adopting a professional tone.
“Yes, that’s an extremely hungry pussy, I believe.”

“Heavens! What do you prescribe?”

“I have an injection, reserved for very special customers, that might be just
what you need,” he murmured. “Perhaps we should try that, and see if there’s
improvement in its condition.”

“Whatever you say,” she sighed. “I’m completely at your disposal!”

Max crawled up between her thighs, laughing at the private joke.

Jackie welcomed him with a hot, wet kiss, then reached down to guide his prick
into place. “Are you really ready?” she asked. “Will you shoot as soon as you
get it in?”

“Of course I will,” he assured her. “You know what to do.”

Jackie made sure the head of his prick lay squarely between the juicy, heated
lips of her pussy, pointed into the yearning mouth of her cunt, and then set her
feet flat on the bed, her heels almost touching her firm hips. She seized his
flanks with her hands, took a deep breath, and nodded expectantly.

“Ahhh!” she moaned as Max leaned forward, driving his thick cock into the ring
that guarded the entrance to her cunt.

He gave it just enough thrust to lodge the head securely, allowing the taut
muscle to grasp his cock at the junction of head and shaft. Jackie now threw her
rump into action, grinding her mill around the meat of his prick in a savagely
exciting fashion.

Max still found his wife so exciting that it was very easy for him to arrive at
a climax immediately on socketing his dick. And Jackie, far from being annoyed
at this hasty response, thought it a touching exhibition of his passion for her.
And since Max had sufficient vigor to keep plowing ahead after his orgasm, she
lost nothing by the first quick shower of semen.

Jackie had once suggested that they capitalize on Max’s hair- trigger
nature couple it with some more interesting discoveries they’d made concerning
themselves, and call the resulting technique their “Special”. Max, ever eager to
please his lovely wife, had agreed in a flash. They kept the Special for very
festive occasions.

Max quickly completed phase one of the Special, finding the lascivious gyrations
and claspings of Jackie’s cunt stimulating enough to trip the mechanism
governing his climax. Shuddering and moaning in erotic glee, he hung above her,
his prick’s head locked in her cunt, and shot off a generous tribute of seminal
praise for her beauty. Jackie cried out in delight when she felt his prick swell
suddenly and start to pump forth jets of the hot cream she loved above all other
liquids.

“Come! Come!”, she chanted, caressing his spewing prick with her vaginal vise.
“Oh, shoot it in me! Shoot me full of that sweet cream!”

Max’s ejaculation gave her just what she wanted, a shower of spunk. Once he’d
dribbled out the last of it, she looked up inquiringly. He nodded, gasped that
it was over, and then sheathed nearly all of his prick in her well-oiled
scabbard. He drove himself far into her heated loins, moving slowly and soaking
his, prick in the hot oils he’d spurted into her, One stroke was enough; after
sinking nearly all his cock into her, he withdrew it.

“Now for the good part,” she muttered as he pulled away. “Or maybe I should say
the superlative part. It’s all just too good for words to express!”

Max quickly turned around on the bed and lay at her side. Jackie had clasped her
sex between her fingers, closing the gap he’d just vacated. Now she removed
those fingers and rolled toward him slightly.

“I often wonder what Mother would say if she could see me doing this,” she
whispered as, she took Max’s cunt-slicked cock in her fingers. “Do you suppose
it’s bad, darling?”

“What could be bad about it?” he asked, kissing away a few spots of spunk that
had dripped onto her thigh when he pulled out. “The semen’s a natural product,
it isn’t waste matter, you and I both like the taste of it, and certainly it’s
an exciting thing to do. If all that’s true, and it allows us to make love in a
more exciting way, then surely it must be all right.”

Neither Max nor Jackie, of course, had ever dreamed of the possibility of oral
love before marriage. Jackie had started it one night by impetuously kissing his
cock, after a stirring bout on the bed, and swearing that anything that
delicious should be kissed regularly. Max thoroughly agreed, and had insisted
that she lie down so he could reciprocate. One thing led to another, and it was
by this natural but highly unusual process that they discovered the delights of
oral lovemaking. Jackie hadn’t been put off by the fact that his prick was
dripping with semen and vaginal juice that first time she kissed it. Rather, the
gamy condition of the morsel made it all the more attractive to her. And she had
also discovered that she especially liked the taste of the manly fluid Max never
tired of giving her. He, in turn, had decided that if she could accept and
devour him, wet and sloppy though his prick might be, he could hardly do less.
Gradually they’d discovered that they could spend hours nibbling and kissing
each other’s organs, maintaining their passion at a euphoric level, and then
finish off with an orgasm that surpassed all other orgasms.

This, then, was the Special, and they both intended to make the most of it on
that special evening. Jackie’s mouth encircled her husband’s rigid prick,
bearing down along the shaft until the broad, soft head nudged the top of her
throat. She flung her head about gently, rubbing her mouth over it in a loving
way, and inhaled the heady aroma exuded by his wet loins. The slightly salty
taste of the bedewed organ set her lovebud to throbbing gently, a throb that
mounted to frantic ecstasy when Max’s lips began to nibble delicately at the
tender cone.

“Careful,” she warned him. “I’d just love to come right now, but I’d rather put
it off for a while.”

“Oh? You must be really worked up,” he murmured, easing off his attack. “What an
incredibly beautiful pussy you have, my dear!”

“I missed getting a post-breakfast fuck this morning,” she reminded him.
“Remember? We overslept, and barely got you off to work as it was.”

“So we did. But why did we oversleep? Surely it wasn’t because we spent so much
time in bed last night!”

“Oh, Max, that was so good! Do you know, I got to counting up this morning, and
I could distinctly remember coming six separate times! You were just incredible,
my darling stallion! That’s why I’m so on edge now; all I’ve done all day is
think about how well you fucked me last night.”

“It was nothing,” he said modestly. “The way you fuck demands a rousing
performance in return. I could hardly have done less, no matter what.”

“Mmm, that’s good,” Jackie purred, twisting her head to get a look at their
reflection in the mirror. “I like it especially when you suck my whole pussy
into your mouth and then chew on the lips like that!”

“Mbglbb! Zzmjd!”

“What? I can’t understand you.”

“I said that no chef in the world ever prepared a dish like this,” he told her
after removing his lips from her heated flesh. “Hey, I like that, too! Who’d
have thought it was so nice to get your balls sucked by a woman? Amazing!”

Max went back to his own dish then. His lascivious tongue darted and dipped in
Jackie’s throbbing cunt, scooping out the semen he’d shot into her, and
incidentally causing her no end of erotic delight. He rested his face on her
thigh and allowed her to fuck his mouth, as she called it; actually she just
rubbed her aching pussy and vibrant clitoris into his lips and chin until she
felt that one more wiggle would surely send her tumbling head over heels into a
wild orgasm. Then she shrank back, desiring to put off the culminating
experience as long as possible.

Jackie had learned quickly that a passionate orgasm the kind she felt building
tip in her body tonight left her almost totally exhausted and unable to
continue the delightful game. Hence another advantage of the Special: It allowed
them to spend an almost indefinite time at their sex play, always maintaining
their passion at a high peak, and then finishing it off with a gut-searing
climax.

Max now took over as Jackie drew away to allow her sex to cool a bit. He
reciprocated, fucking her in the mouth, and she caught his cock between her
check and her closed teeth, forming a provocative little pocket for his tool and
encouraging him to slide the thick instrument back and forth. Its burly head
bulged out the side of her face, and the tension as well as the feel of her
teeth exerted all kinds of tingling pressures on his prick as he fucked it back
and forth.

He kept this up until he felt his balls tingle in a suggestive, dangerous way,
and then ceased his motion.

“My, that didn’t take long.” she murmured. as he pulled his cock out of her
mouth. “Someone else is fired up too!”

“You bring it out in me, Jackie. I just don’t seem to be able to hold back,
sometimes. But I think I’m getting better; don’t you?”

“Certainly,” she agreed. “Why, just take last night, for an example. You fucked
me into at least three orgasms before you had one yourself! I just don’t know
how you held back. Sometimes I wonder if maybe you don’t really like it with me
so much any more. But then you come on like now, and I know everything’s all
right.”

“I don’t understand it either,” Max admitted. “Sometimes I can hold it back
forever, and then sometimes I feet like I’d shoot if you even breathed on it.
And it doesn’t seem to have much relationship to how much I want to get in bed
with you, either.”

“I’m not going to worry about it,” she declared. “And certainly not now, of all
times! What do you want to do tonight? Go off in my mouth?”

“If you’d like it better that way, of course. But I really think I’d rather have
your legs around me and feel you working your pussy up at me when we finish.”

“I guess so,” Jackie agreed. “I can’t ever decide which way I like it best;
they’re both so incredibly good. You know, sometimes I wish I could fasten
another prick on you, so I could suck and fuck at the same time.”

“My sentiments exactly,” Max sighed, giving her snatch another affectionate
kiss. “My, this thing is hot and juicy!”

“Mmm. Your tongue feels just divine in me! Are you about ready, darling? I’d
like to keep this up forever, but I’m afraid I’ll start getting cramps in my
womb unless you put that cock in deep and finish me off.”

“Yes. I’m ready for that too,” Max whispered.

“All right; in just a moment,” she moaned. “Just kiss me once more down there,
and make sure you get your lips and tongue just soaking wet from my cunt. I love
it so when I can taste my pussy on your sweet, dear face!”

Max obliged, then twisted about on the bed, moving in close so she could cover
his dripping mouth with hungry kisses. She fastened her lips on him, twisting
her body in enthusiasm as the taste of her own livid sex inflamed her senses
even further. She tugged impatiently at Max, signifying her desire to feel his
flesh in hers.

Without disturbing their tightly glued lips, he slid over her hip and between
her parting thighs. His stiff cock zeroed in on her sweating sex, as if it Were
a heat-seeking missile of the sort that Walton Instruments helped design.

Jackie grunted deep in her throat when she felt the bareheaded tool nudge in
between the swollen lips of her pussy, laying bare the juicy inner meat and
giving her a foretaste of the delight it would soon bring.

“Hurry and get it in!” she gasped, tearing her mouth from his. “I feel like I’m
coming already! God, my cunt’s nearly grown together, it’s so hot!”

Jackie lay very still for a moment, savoring to the utmost the thrill of feeling
as his hard dick split the mouth of her cunt and plowed into the congested flesh
of her vaginal canal. Suddenly, once the entrance had been effected, she seized
Max’s hips in her hands, swung her legs up around his torso and fastened him to
her in a tight grip.

“Drive it in! Split my cunt apart!” she hissed, throwing her loins up and
impaling herself on his meaty sword. “Give it all to me, my darling! Oh, fuck me
all the way!”

Max plunged into the tight, steamy grip, trying to bury his long prick in one
frantic plunge. The force of his attack took Jackie’s breath away. Her eyes
rolled back, and she felt that her very womb was exploding inside her as his
lovely terrible prick carried her further and further up in a cloudland of
sexual frenzy.

Once she recovered from the initial thrust, her body turned into a churning
engine of sexual completion.

Sobbing out incoherent phrases, she took Max’s hearty lunges in her sex, fielded
them. and fired them back with interest. They had long ago discovered that the
sex act improved when they threw themselves into it with unreserved vigor.
Consequently, their actions once they entered the final phase of the climb to
climax were completely without inhibition or reserve.

The long period of preparation had resulted in Jackie’s being close to orgasm
even before Max pierced her for the second time. Now, as he drove the inexorable
rod home again and again, she soared from climax to climax, hardly pausing to
catch breath between the ferociously pleasurable spasms that racked her belly.
Max fucked away with a hungry zeal, knowing that his straight ahead driving
motions only intensified the sensations rocketing through her juicy cunt.

“Oh, God, I’ll never stop coming!” Jackie moaned, rubbing the lips of her pussy
into the bony mass surrounding the base of his cock. “You’ll kill me with prick!
You’ll screw me to death!”

“Yes … I … will,” he grunted frantically. “But I’ll fuck … myself to
death, too. I’m going to melt in that sweet, hot cunt of yours!”

He gave one more womb-searching, cunt-shattering thrust and then collapsed on
Jackie, trying to keep his prick buried deep in her. She felt his balls,
dangling against her churning buttocks, give out a shuddering twitch, and then
her entire box came alive in one final burst of sexual joy as his prick began
pumping jet after jet of smoking come into her body. The knowledge that he was
coming made all the sweeter by his agonized cries of pleasure sent her into
yet another spasm of orgiastic frenzy, and her tortured cunt grabbed hungrily at
his foaming prick, milking it of every drop of pleasure it could spurt into her
heated caress.

“Another victory for the master cocksman!” she whispered as they lay still,
collapsed in the aftermath of their violent explosions. “Oh, Max, sometimes I
just die when I think of those years we were going together and could have been
doing this!”

“Yes, it does bug a person to know he’s missed all that good stuff,” he agreed.
“But, we can only try to make up for lost time!”

“Yes, and isn’t it fun?” she said, giggling against his sweat-slick chest.

“What was that news you had for me?” he asked, bracing up to look down at her
flushed but sweetly contented face.

“Oh! I forgot about that! Well, I was over at the shopping center this
afternoon, and I ran into Priscilla Walker. Well, it’s Hudgins now, actually.
She was my roommate, in college the first two years I was there. Just a dear
girl, though I thought she was a little wild then. But if the boys fucked her
the way you fucked me just now, I can see why she might have been wild!”

“What’s she look like? I don’t recall the name.”

“I don’t know if you ever met her,” Jackie said. “She’s a good- looking girl;
you’d probably remember her if you had. Well, she and her husband just moved
here. I think she said he’d been transferred. Anyway, they have an apartment
over on Windom Way, in that big new posh complex.”

“That’ll be nice, if they stay here,” Max murmured. “Give you an old friend to
reminisce with.”

“Yes, it’ll really be nice,” Jackie said. “And they’ve invited us over for a
swimming party and cook-out Saturday night. Want to go?”

“Sure. Why not? It’ll do us good to get out for a while. We’ve been spending too
much time at home lately.”

“But darling, it’s nice to spend time at home with a sex fiend like you! I’ll
never get enough of this great stuff.”

But Jackie had gotten enough for a short time, at least. She lay beneath Max for
a few minutes longer, then got up to prepare a celebration dinner. Max dozed off
for a moment, to dream idly of repeating the satisfying performance. On waking,
he thought of Priscilla Hudgins, wondering what she and her husband would be
like, but quickly dismissed it from his mind.

Chapter 2
The Bensons ate a hearty meal in celebration of Max’s promotion, then washed
their dishes and returned to bed, seeking to surpass the fervent joy of their
Special. They both had to admit that the later climaxes didn’t quite measure up
to the bone-crushing splendor of that first grand culmination, though they also
admitted that the effort had been delightful.

They fell asleep only after totally exhausting their bodies that night, and Max
awoke early the next morning to find Jackie bent over his hips, teasing his
prick to full-grown life with her lips.

“Hey, that’s not for breakfast!” he muttered.

“I know,” she said, sitting up and looking over at him. “But I happened to wake
up, and there it was, all hard and beautiful. It even had a little dribble of
come seeping out of the tip. I just couldn’t help myself. I just had to get down
and give it a good-morning kiss! Besides, you know how I love it when you let
all the come and stuff dry on it overnight. I’m sure glad you didn’t take a
shower last night!”

“Who could think of showers after the way we fucked? Do you think maybe we could
manage a quick one before breakfast? And I don’t mean a shower.”

“I was just on the point of suggesting it, myself,” Jackie purred, kneeling over
him and fitting his stuff prick into place. “You just lie there; I’ll do it for
both of us!”

And do it she did. Her ministrations to his prick had already fired her loins
with lust, leaving only the application of cock to cunt to complete the sensual
cycle. Her lascivious hips ground out a hot rhythm over him, forcing more and
more of his prick into her tender trap, and in no time at all they clutched each
other tightly, grunted and writhed together in a hearty orgasm.

“Nothing like a good screw to liven up the appetite!” Jackie groaned as she
leaped off him and headed for the kitchen.

“Right! Just make me a double portion of everything,” he called after her as he
headed for the shower.

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That was approximately the Benson’s schedule for the rest of the week, as it had
been for nearly all of the preceding eleven months. They seemed to have an
inexhaustible hunger for each other, and saw no reason not to try satisfying
that hunger, difficult though the project was.

Max had to work most of Saturday since Dr. Homer Hensley, head of Walton’s
research labs, believed in working whenever he could, which was most of the
time. He got home just in time to shower and don a pair of shorts and a sport
shirt before leaving with Jackie for the Hudgins’; they didn’t even have time to
go to bed!

“Damn! If this job’s going to keep you away every Saturday, I might not like it
so much,” Jackie grumbled facetiously as they drove away. “I’d gotten used to
that long, leisurely Saturday morning fuck.”

“Yeah. And we didn’t get a chance to make up for it this afternoon,” Max added,
patting her knee in a fashion more suggestive than solicitous. “well, there’s
still Sunday morning!”

“Yes, and there’s also Saturday night! You just wait till I get you home, Max.
I’m going to put blisters on that prick of yours!”

“Heavens! I thought I was your friend, lover and husband!”

“You are! That’s why I’m, going to wear you down,” Jackie laughed. “And get your
hand out of there! I’m wearing panties tonight.”

“What shortsighted things my wife does!” he groaned, taking his hand from
between her thighs. “Why don’t you let it stay bare? You know I like to reach
over there and feel nothing but sweet, wet, pussy!”

“And I like to have it there for you to feel,” she replied, kissing him on the
car to compensate for his frustration. “But you know how I am. The last time I
went to a party without pants, I just about ruined the seat of my green skirt.”

“I guess I should tell you you shouldn’t have such a hot, juicy box,” he said.
“But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“No kidding, Max, sometimes I wonder if I’m oversexed or something,” she told
him. “I just sit around all day, dripping and oozing that stuff all over
everything.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he assured her. “You’ve just got a hot, hungry
body. It’s the best kind to have, to my way of thinking.”

“You’re sweet,” she said softly. “And just for that, I’ll give you a little
taste!”

She looked around to make sure no other cars were near, then lifted the hem of
her dress and darted her right hand beneath it. She slid her index finger past
the legband of her panties, dipped it into her simmering snatch, then drew out
the wet, glistening finger.

“Here, sweet pussy-lover,” she murmured, extending her finger. “Have a sample!”

Max brought her hand to his mouth, sniffed delicately, then closed his lips
around the glistening digit. Jackie shuddered with delight, finding even so
infantile and ineffectual a gesture as this an incitement to more vigorous
pursuits. For a moment she contemplated asking Max to pull off on a side road
and find a deserted spot where she could satisfy her cravings in straightforward
fashion.

But then she shook off that desire. They were less than a mile from the Hudgins’
apartment complex, and already five minutes late. She sat back and tried to
ignore the pulsations that radiated from the junction of her thighs, pulsations
that seemed to grow stronger, not weaker.

They arrived just in time to keep Jackie from changing her mind. Priscilla was
out in the building’s patio, checking on the smoking charcoal in a Hibachi.

“Hi, Bensons!” she greeted them as they walked out of the parking lot. “You’re
just in time for drinks.”

“A gin and tonic all around would be a world-beater,” Max told her.

“I’ll go along with that,” Jackie agreed. “Can I help you do something?”

“No. I was just checking the charcoal,” Priscilla said. “Come on in for a moment
and I’ll fix the drinks. Hal’s finishing up a shower. You can meet him too.”

Max allowed Jackie, then Priscilla to precede him up the stairs to the Hudgins’
second-floor apartment. Pris’ trim, nicely rounded hips bobbed enticingly in
front of him, not more than two feet away as he followed her up the steps. She
wore a pair of brief, white, skin-tight shorts, and try as he would, Max could
see no sign that she had panties on beneath them. The thought excited him
somewhat, causing him to wonder what Pris might be like in bed.

Certainly she was a good-looking woman, he thought to himself. She was Jackie’s
age, or near enough to make no difference; she was blonde, whereas his wife was
a brunette; she was built along slender lines, while Jackie was positively
voluptuous, especially in the bosom department. All in all, he decided, Pris
Hudgins was a very good-looking woman, but he preferred his wife. Still when a
woman twitches her buttocks so close to his very eyes, a man can hardly help
responding, even if only in fantasy.

“Darling?” Pris called as she let them into the apartment. “The Bensons are
here.”

She busied herself with making drinks, leaving Max and Jackie to themselves on
the sofa. Hal came in as she handed out the tall, cold glasses. She introduced
them all around, perching on a stool in the middle of the room.

“How’s the charcoal?” Hal asked.

“It’s coming along,” she told him. “By the time we finish these, it ought to be
ready for the steaks.”

They had a leisurely conversation while they waited for the charcoal to burn
down to proper condition. Hal had already donned swimming trunks, and suggested
that the Bensons might want to change as well. “We can splash around for a while
till the food’s ready,” he observed.

“I’ll go out and get our suits,” Max agreed.

Jackie found it difficult not to stare at Hal. He wore a pair of racing-type
briefs that struck her as the ultimate in brevity, and she wondered at the way
they bulged out in front. Apparently he had a truly massive hunk of sexual
machinery stored behind the thin black nylon!

“Why don’t you drop the steaks on, Hal? I’ll stay here and change too,” Pris
told her husband.

“All right, I’ll give it a try,” he agreed. “Want to come along, Jackie, and
make sure I don’t make a mess of it? We can get a head start on the pool, too.”

“Fine with me,” she said, taking the suit that Max brought in. “I’ll be changed
in a moment.”

Pris showed her to the apartment’s bedroom, where she quickly made the change.
She paused a moment to admire herself in the Hudgins’ mirror, knowing that the
print bikini set off her dark complexion and voluptuous figure in a way Max
always found exciting. And she idly wondered what effect her suit would have on
Hal. She didn’t especially want to excite him but she certainly didn’t want him
to be indifferent to her.

Max had stayed behind in the living room, and was talking to Pris about his
work. He ogled Jackie in a soul-satisfying manner when she walked out of the
bedroom.

“I’ll go down and help Hal if I can,” she told him. “See you down there in a
minute?”

“Right,” he agreed, caressing her full figure with his eyes. “I’d better get
changed too.”

He ducked into the bedroom and pulled off his clothes, raising his voice to his
conversation with Priscilla all the while. For a girl, she knew a fair amount of
elementary physics, and showed a more than passing interest in electric-eye
sensors. Max had just stepped out of his underwear when his glance fell on a
small mirror on the wall opposite the door. He realized then that he’d been
undressing in full view of his hostess, whose stool was placed just right to
allow her to see his reflection. More than a little embarrassed, he bent over to
hide, his half-stiff prick, and quickly pulled on his trunks.

His unruly cock just wouldn’t lie down properly, and finally he had to give up
the effort of trying to position it so it wouldn’t show as an indiscreet bulge.

Priscilla kept up their conversation as she went into the bedroom to change, and
Max virtuously avoided taking over the stool, which might have given him a peep
at her body as she undressed. For all that, he saw with a rising interest that
the bedroom’s highly polished floor reflected her silhouette with considerable
clarity. Down went the tight shorts as he watched with open mouth; off went the
clinging sweater- blouse. Pris seemed to pause for a moment, rubbing her hands
over her thighs and sex, before finishing her job. Max realized with chagrin
that his prick had responded with indecent speed, and now strained in full
rigidity against the front of his suit.

Did Pris give that suspicious-looking bulge a more than casual glance as she
came back into the room? He couldn’t be sure, but he leaped at the opportunity
to freshen their drinks when she suggested that this might be in order.

“I’ll go on down and check on the steaks,” she told him. “Why don’t you bring
the drinks down?”

The respite gave Max a chance to concentrate on something other than feminine
flesh. His prick sank back to its normal state of watchful waiting, and he went
about the drink-mixing with a clearer conscience. Still, he couldn’t keep his
mind entirely off the enticing figure Pris had displayed. Her bone-white bikini
was cut in a pattern much more daring than Jackie’s; it seemed to consist only
of several small triangles, strategically placed to hide but also to call
attention to the critical parts of her lithe, athletic body. Yes, Hal Hudgins
definitely had himself a good-looking woman in Priscilla; no doubt about that!

Max joined Hal and Jackie in the pool, swimming three or four laps before
climbing out to sit on the side. And once the steaks sizzled on the grill,
sending out aromas that tickled their taste buds, Pris dived in and splashed
about for a time, then joined them on the edge. Max couldn’t help but notice
that the ultra-thin material of her bikini’s halter molded her prominent nipples
perfectly, outlining their shape in a way that set his pulse to pounding.
Neither Hal nor Jackie appeared to notice, however, and he concentrated on other
things.

The steaks came off the grill in due course, and they all stuffed themselves
royally. Hal and Pris kept up a constant banter throughout the meal, a banter
Max found highly enjoyable, if slightly risquŽ.

“Max, I understand you’re working for Walton,” Hal said, turning to him.
“They’re one of my fiercest competitors.”

“Really? Then you must be with–”

“Exactly.” Hal grinned, not letting him finish. “Langer Electronics. But we
shouldn’t let that spoil a friendship. Not on a night like this; right?”

“No reason at all,” Max agreed. “What do you do for Langer?”

“Sales, mostly. I gather you’re in the research and development end,” Hal said.
“Making up the stuff I’m going to have to outsell next year.”

Max agreed that this was the case. He was glad that Hal didn’t press him for
details of his work; one of Dr. Hensley’s strongest warnings to him had been an
admonition not to talk to anyone about any aspect of any project they were
working on. “In other words,” Hensley had concluded, “when you leave here for
the day, forget everything! You simply wouldn’t believe the lengths people in
this industry will go to in order to get even the slightest jump on their
competitors. So be careful and keep quiet!”

Max had privately thought the head of Walton’s research Labs had been laying it
on a bit thick, but he certainly didn’t intend to go around bragging about their
latest lines of research to anyone.

“I warn you,” Hal said now, his tone jocular, “anything I can pry out of you,
I’ll turn. over to Langer! Lord knows we need an edge on, you guys!”

“Oh, pooh on that silly old business stuff!” Pris said, putting down her plate.
“I’m going in for another quick swim!”

She splashed about in the pool for a while, and soon Hal finished his meal and
joined her, swearing that he would pull that bikini off or drown in the effort.
They cavorted happily, with Hal trying half- heartedly to make good on his
threat. And when he succeeded in pulling her halter away enough to let one of
her small but perfectly formed breasts escape for a moment, Pris pulled her top
back into place with the greatest aplomb, not at all embarrassed by the fact
that both Max and Jackie had had a full view of the delectable morsel.

“If you want those, we’d be better off inside,” she said to her husband. “And it
might not be a bad idea to go in anyway. It’s getting chilly out here.”

They all pitched in to stow away the grill and carry up the plates and cooking
gear. Then Max took Hal’s suggestion to pour them all a round of brandy, and
distributed the balloon glasses.

“Why don’t you two change in here,” Pris suggested, “and we’ll use the bedroom?
I’ve got to get out of this wet suit or I’ll catch my death.”

Jackie got their clothes from the bedroom, and Pris threw them a fresh towel
each before she and Hal retreated to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind
them.

Max toweled himself off, stripped off his trunks, and looked over at Jackie, who
was doing the same but in reverse order. He eyed her nakedness with shameless
hunger and flicked his stiffening penis toward her in a bawdy manner. She
reciprocated by spreading the lips of her sex apart with her fingers and
throwing a lewd bump back at him.

“A quick kiss won’t hurt much,” he said, going over to her. “And then we can get
dressed.”

“Just what I was thinking” Jackie said, welcoming him into her embrace.

They stood chest to breasts, sex to sex, kissing hungrily. Jackie nudged her
tummy against the hard prick boring into her, saying with her hips how much she
wanted that lovely item in a nearby but different place.

“I’d love to give it to you now,” he whispered, “but they’ll be coming back in a
minute.”

“Here. I’ll just grab a quick nibble,” she hissed back, dropping to her knees
and taking his cock in her mouth.

Max almost groaned aloud with frustration when he felt her warm, wet mouth close
on his prick. He worked it back and forth in the tender grasp for a moment,
almost frantic with desire to shoot his cream down her throat. Jackie pulled
back, however, leaving him dangling in the air.

“We’d better get dressed,” she whispered. “Later, darling. Then I’ll do
everything to you!”

“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.

Chapter 3
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.

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.

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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.

“I can’t help it,” Hal laughed. “It’s you damned women, so good- looking, and
wandering around in suits that don’t do a thing to hide your beauty. No wonder I
stay horny all the time!”

“That guest bedroom can be used for more than just changing,” Jackie blurted
out, managing not to blush at her daring remark. “Feel free to use it if you
like.”

“We might just have to,” Hal told her. “How about it, love machine? Shall we go
rip off a quick one while we’re changing?”

“It seems so uncouth, sporting like that while our hosts are down here cleaning
up the mess,” Pris remarked Then, looking up with a bright gleam in her eye, she
added, “Tell you what: Suppose we help you clean up real quick? Then we’ll try
that bedroom, but on one condition. That you two stand by and watch. God I feel
like an utter bitch tonight, and I know that having you watch would make it just
unbearably good! Won’t you say yes? Please? Just as a favor to me, for old
time’s sake?”

Jackie could hardly have resisted so poignant a Plea, even had she been less
eager in her own right to watch the coupling of another man and woman,
especially so handsome and sensual a pair as this. She prodded Max into
agreeing, and they set to work on the debris of their dinner.

Jackie remarked to herself that she’d never cleaned up after dinner with such a
compelling sense of urgency. The dishes were put away in no time, as were the
brazier and the other equipment, and Pris led them gaily into the guest bedroom.

“I suppose there are people who’d call this perverted,” she said with a careless
laugh as she turned to face them, once they were all in the room. “But I call it
just plain good fun! And damned exciting fun, too! Come here, Hal; I want to
feel that thing up against me!”

They closed in a lustful embrace, and Pris made no pretense of modesty, opening
her knees and pressing her bikini-clad crotch against the rigid bulge in the
front of her husband’s bathing suit. She kissed him with a fierce urgency, their
tongues openly darting back and forth, and rubbed her loins against him in a
provocative parody of the sexual act.

Hal’s hands slipped down her sides to the knots fastening the bottom of her
bikini, and he undid them. Pris stepped back enough to allow him room to pull
the skimpy garment from between her legs and cast it aside, then forced her wet,
hungry pussy against his thigh. She unfastened her bra herself and shrugged out
of it, never taking her lips from his.

Jackie seized Max’s hand and held on tight. They were only five or six feet from
the lascivious couple, and it seemed that Pris’ desperate hunger crackled
outward like a magnetic field, affecting everything within reach. Jackie felt
her own sex come alive, beginning to throb and ache in the deliciously agonizing
way she loved so well. Hardly knowing what. she was doing, she guided Max’s hand
down the front of her bathing suit and forced it between her thighs so she could
feel its comforting pressure on her tortured flesh.

Suddenly Pris moved back from Hal and fell to her knees. She ripped the briefs
down from his youthful, trim hips, clawing at the nylon garment in her eagerness
to get at his staff of life. Hal’s position allowed Jackie full view of the
instrument about which she’d been wondering, and she saw with a sudden rush of
emotion that it was indeed a terrible, woman-inspiring tool. Though it wasn’t
quite the equal of Max’s monumental plunger in length, it easily surpassed that
familiar rod in girth. Jackie guessed it at three fingers in diameter. She
shuddered with sympathy for Pris, who would have to endure being split and
reamed by its huge width.

Strange to say, Pris seemed to welcome so terrible a fate. Still on her knees,
she bent forward and kissed the savage stem, running her lips up and down its
rigid length, then stretching her mouth wide to take the great, swollen head
inside.

Hal seized her head between his hands and flexed his knees, then began working
the great prick in and out of her mouth with deliberate speed. Pris closed her
eyes and a look of utter joy and happiness transfigured her face, so that she
was even more beautiful than before.

She could not long endure that brutal pleasure, however, and soon moved back to
fall on the bed. Her blue eyes gleamed intently as Hal moved over her, prick in
hand. She opened the lips of her pussy herself, as he guided his thick stopper
to the mouth of her cunt.

Jackie felt her knees tremble, and feared that her legs would collapse on the
spot when she saw the broad, arrow-shaped head of Hal’s prick slide into the
soft, wet, pink notch her friend held ready for it. Hal’s body closed off her
view then, as he pressed forward, but Pris’ grunts of lustful happiness told
them all that she was thoroughly pleased with what was happening to her. Her
legs slid up, grasping her well-built husband’s body and gathering him close;
her hips began bobbing up and down slowly as she writhed and rubbed her sex into
the stiff pole bisecting the walls of her strained cunt.

Jackie couldn’t keep her hand from wandering to the front of Max’s bathing suit.
Of course his prick was iron-hard, and swollen almost to the bursting point.
Even through the wet suit, its manly warmth reached her hand. Suddenly she
turned from the brazen scene before her and walked away, leading Max into the
living room. Almost blind with feverish lust, she stumbled to the sofa and
beckoned him on. At the same time, she peeled her swim suit off, desperately
eager to be naked.

Max fully shared her sense of urgency. His suit went flying aside as he lowered
himself between her raised thighs. His prick slid into her wet, hot cunt easily,
guided by a kind of sensual radar which was operating at peak efficiency.

Jackie sighed heavily as she felt the delicious prong separate the lips of her
pussy and then dilate the mouth of her cunt, stretching it wide and then
invading the delicate sanctum. A searing blast of sensual feeling overwhelmed
her for a moment, Bringing her heart almost into her throat, but she overcame
the rush of sensation.

“Let me get on you,” she whispered. “I feel like I could go forever tonight!”

Max silently obeyed, rolling over without breaking the passionate connection
they’d formed. Jackie gasped, and almost cried aloud, as the shifting caused his
prick to nudge the tender meat of her cunt in a brutal way, though she relished
the sensation the move brought at the same time.

Settling herself above him, she lifted her torso and guided one of her swollen
nipples into, his mouth. Her hips were already grinding, sending her
liquid-coated cunt sliding up and down the long, thick shaft it enclosed. She
had long ago discovered that this position gave her maximum freedom of movement,
and while she didn’t ordinarily want that freedom, there were times when she
desired it more than anything else in the world. This was such a time.

By moving far back on his body, she gained a desirable angle that brought her
quivering clitoris into intimate contact with the hard shaft of Max’s prick each
time she lifted her body, drawing it out until the knobby head was barely lodged
in her melting, love-slick cunt. Twice she endured that long, agonizing
withdrawal, feeling her belly grow tighter and tighter, and then came the
sudden, wheezing, all-encompassing explosion.

Jackie groaned suddenly, as if hit by a sharp pain, and drove her loins down
fiercely on Max’s spike, whimpering out a message of sexual fulfillment. He
struggled to lift his buttocks off the sofa, thrusting his spurting prick deeper
into the shuddering crevice and then fell back, unable to bear more of the
singular thrill it gave him.

“Masterfully done!”

Jackie heard the voice as though it were coming through a fog bank, her senses
dulled by the flooding pleasure that had overwhelmed her. She blinked her eyes,
focused, and saw Pris standing beside the sofa.

“Hey!” she cried out, suddenly realizing where she was and more
importantly where Max was, “Hey, that’s no fair, you peeking on us!”

Chapter 4
“Not fair?” Pris asked, arching her eyebrows in surprise. “Why, you stood in
there and watched us bang away!”

“Yes, but that’s not the same,” Max threw in as he tried to rise from under
Jackie’s wet body, realizing as he did so that there was no graceful way to
disengage oneself from one’s lover

“That’s right,” Jackie added “You asked us to watch you! Oops! I’m dripping!”
She clasped a hand over her juicy sex, feeling the great, thick stream of semen
begin to run out.

She rose and started to waddle off to the bathroom, still clutching herself, but
then recognized how ridiculous it was and began laughing wildly. Max and Pris,
as well as Hal, who had joined them quietly, joined in the laughter, and Jackie
threw her head back, letting the sticky cream course down her thighs
unobstructed.

Max noticed that Pris’ thighs were similarly moistened with the liquid evidence
of Hal’s great passion; the vulgarity bothered him a trifle, since Jackie had
always been careful to stuff a tissue or a handkerchief into place once he
withdrew his sensual syringe.

“What the hell!” Jackie giggled., “There’s no use pretending it didn’t happen! I
guess we were caught red-handed, Max.” The atmosphere relaxed immediately, and
Jackie suggested a round of drinks for everybody.

No one else made any gesture toward clothing themselves so Max sat back,
resolved to be a good egg and not make an issue of the fact. Besides he consoled
himself, Pris was an amazingly delectable sight to behold. Though her thighs
were gamey and rank with spunk, they were still long and slender, tapering down
to as graceful a pair of knees as he’d ever beheld. And too, he found the slight
fuzz covering her slit intriguing, a remarkable contrast to the thick growth of
curly black fur decorating Jackie’s sex.

“Here we are,” Jackie said, passing them each a gin and tonic. “This will put a
new light on the whole affair, I imagine.”

Pris again defended herself for bursting in on their love game, insisting that
it had been entirely accidental.

“When Hal got off me,” she explained, “I looked around and you weren’t there. I
came out to see if anything was wrong, and… well, there you were! Darlings, I
just couldn’t leave! It was one of the most sensual, exciting displays I’ve ever
seen. Really, Jackie, from where I was standing could see just everything, and
believe me, there was a lot to see! I’ve never been able to resist the love
sight of a fat, hard prick going into a nice, tight juicy cunt!”

“I imagine you got to see plenty of that,” Jackie said with a slight blush. “Max
here has a wonderful one, and when I’m on top of him like that, I couldn’t keep
my hips still if I was paralyzed!”

“I know just how you feel, darling,” Pris agreed, “And you’ll have to admit that
that is a monumentally stirring sight.”

“Actually, I’ve never seen it in the flesh,” Jackie confessed. “Although we do
have a nice arrangement with some mirrors in our bedroom that’s pretty good.
I’ll agree, though, that it should be even better to see the real thing.”

Pris and Hal looked sharply at each other on hearing that. Their eyes exchanged
a question and answer, and then Pris turned back to Jackie.

“If that’s the way you really feel,” she began, leaning forward and speaking
softly, “why don’t you two come over to our place Saturday night? We’ve got some
fantastic blue movies, and some other goodies too. So if that’s your game, come
over! We’ll have ourselves an evening of sensuality, no less!”

Jackie looked over at Max, pleading with him to consent to the lascivious
proposal. He hesitated a moment, though he couldn’t have explained why the idea
seemed decked with danger signals; but Jackie’s imploring look would have melted
a heart of spring steel. He shrugged nonchalantly and nodded his assent to the
proposition, eliciting a cry of exultant glee from Jackie, as well as a great,
wet kiss which immediately reconciled him to the party. A part of him still
rebelled at the prospect of the licentious orgy Pris seemed to be contemplating.

The Hudginses left shortly after extracting that promise from Max. Neither he
nor Jackie dressed to see them out; there seemed no need to do so, and indeed
already had plans for transferring their sphere of operation from the sofa to
the bed.

After locking the front door behind the departing guests, Max turned to speak to
Jackie, only to catch a glimpse of her naked buttocks disappearing into the
guest bedroom.

“I just wanted to see if they made a mess on the bed,” she said when he looked
in on her. “And they sure did! That Hal must have shot a quart of come into her!
Just look at that puddle of spunk on the bedspread!”

Jackie shook her head reprovingly, but would not be dissuaded from going
immediately to the bigger bedroom. Clearly, her appetite had only been whetted
by the evening’s play. And Max, wasn’t one to deny her the pleasure she sought,
though he grimaced slightly at the way her thighs still wet from the love-dew
dripping from her sex caught on his skin as she lifted her legs around his lank
body.

The exciting, tight wetness of her loving grasp soon chased all extraneous
thoughts from his mind, however, and he quickly lost himself in the sweltering
heat of her passionate, hungry embrace.

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Neither Jackie nor Max made much mention of the coming party at the Hudginses,
though the subject was never far from their minds during the three intervening
days. When Jackie casually mentioned on Friday evening that Pris had called and
asked them to come at about six, Max merely grunted and went on with his dinner.
She could tell that he was troubled and didn’t want to talk about the coming
party, and she discovered in herself a curious inability to talk freely about it
to him.

They spent Saturday morning washing their car, and did their shopping that
afternoon, still avoiding the subject. Then Max himself brought it up,
suggesting at about five that they should shower and change for the occasion.
Jackie complied, and they were quickly on their way. She found herself nervous
and excited about the event, hardly knowing what to expect, but strongly
suspecting that it was going to be an evening she would long remember.

Pris and Hal deftly put them at ease, providing drinks with a lavish hand, never
even mentioning the events of their previous evening together, or the agenda for
the present evening. Jackie herself was the first to mention the blue movies
that had been promised.

“What are they like?” she asked, explaining that she’d never seen an example of
that kind of the cinematic art. “Do they have real stars? Where do you get
them?”

“No, they don’t have real stars,” Hal told her. “Mostly the guys who make them
use prostitutes, I believe. But you’ll be able to tell that quick enough, I
guess. As for where you get them … Just about any place. I have a couple I
picked up in Denmark when I was over there for a salesman’s convention. Wasn’t
too much risk in smuggling them back under my shirt. And, I’ve bought a couple
from a fellow in Chicago who uses his wife and daughter as models … He’s a
weird one, Chuck is! The wife’s thirty-two and the daughter is, oh, about
fifteen, I guess, but talk about a wild, horny pair! You just won’t believe what
all they do!”

“I can hardly wait,” Max threw in, surprising Jackie with his tone of sincere
anticipation. “Sounds like great fun!”

“I suggest we have dinner first,” Pris remarked. “Things like that go better on
a full stomach.”

They sat down to an elegant meal, rising an hour later with a comfortably full
feeling. Jackie helped Pris clear away the dishes while Hal and Max enjoyed a
snifter of ripe old brandy, and cigars. When the women joined them, Hal leaned
forward, carefully putting his brandy glass on the floor beside him.

“Since you’ve never seen movies of this kind maybe I’d better explain just what
were getting into,” he began. “First, they are extremely explicit; they haven’t
been censored at all and they show literally everything. Okay? I don’t want
either of you to get up in disgust and claim you’ve been bilked into doing
something against your principles.”

Both Max and Jackie assured him that they were ready for anything that might be
shown and wouldn’t be put off, regardless how lascivious the activities depicted
might me. Satisfied by that, Hal resumed his comments.

“And the second thing is the place for watching all this. We could set up the
projector in here, except that Pris and I both have this terrible weakness: When
we see people acting horny, we have an irresistible urge to get into the act.”

“Yes, and there just isn’t any way to fix things in here so we can … er, enjoy
ourselves and watch the screen at the same time,” Pris added.

“That being the case,” Hal resumed, “we’d like to know if you’d share our
king-sized bed for watching them. That way we can both have lots of room, and a
good vantage point besides.”

Jackie felt a sudden shock of sensuality spring out from her tense loins at the
proposal. She felt apprehensive about sharing a bed even king-sized with so
licentious a pair, yet she also felt her body warming to the proposition. She
slowly nodded in agreement. “Alright,” she murmured throatily. “I guess I can go
along with that. And am I right in thinking that total nudity might be the best
costume for watching these films?”

“That or something close to it,” Pris agreed with a hearty laugh. “To be
truthful, I like a slight variation on that condition, but then, I have this,
peculiar mentality about such things. The main point is to be in a condition
where you can … er, do what comes naturally!” Her meaningful leer left no
doubt as to what she considered that would be.

Hal was not satisfied that his guests had been properly prepared, and moved that
they adjourn to the bedroom, where he had his projector and screen already set
up.

“The first film isn’t very interesting, as these things go,” he said in an
apologetic tone as they moved into the bedroom. “But the second is very good.
That’s the one that has this guy Chuck’s wife and daughter in starring roles.”

Jackie lost no time in flinging off her simple shift and her underclothing. Nor
was Max slow in undressing. Hal ripped off his shirt and jeans, baring his
nudity completely, due to a lack of underwear, again displaying the brutal prick
that Jackie found so fascinating in a horrified way.

Pris claimed their attention, however, once she had doffed her dress. It
appeared that she had her loving suit on under the dress; in fact she admitted
as much, claiming that the mere act of wearing it gave her intense pleasure.

Max found that viewing it also gave pleasure, as well as a mounting excitement,
and even Jackie had to admit that the bizarre combination reeked of animal
sensuality. Pris wore a black brassiere, at least one size too small in the
cups; the tightness caused, her full breasts to bulge out at the tops of the
cups in an erotically pleasing way. Even more striking was the fact that the
tips of the cups were cut out; her lush, firm red nipples seemed to leap from
the circular openings like heated projectiles. The effect of the peculiar bra
was doubled and then redoubled by her lower garment, a sort of panty-less panty
hose thing that rose almost to her crotch, its legs joined only by a narrow belt
encircling Pris’ waist.

“Hal likes the feel of my legs in stockings,” she explained. “And me, I like the
way this bra forces my breasts into a knob. Very stimulating, believe me!”

The gigantic bed had plenty of room for both couples. Hal picked up a pushbutton
control panel for the projector, a device he’d built himself, and by which he
could also operate the room lights. He lay behind Pris, his stomach to her back.
Max and Jackie were uncertain what position to adopt, and settled for sitting
with their backs against the big upholstered headboard.

“Here we go,” Hal murmured, switching the lights off and starting the projector.

As he’d said, the first film was nothing special though Jackie found it highly
stimulating. She’d never seen another couple making love, until Pris and Hal’s
recent performance, and that was the staple of this film. A man and a woman,
neither very handsome though far from ugly, undressed in front of a bed and then
lay down. They went through every facet of the sensual repertoire, but did it
all with a lack of joy that was obvious. Even so, there was a thrill in being
able to see a woman’s lips close over a big prick and the man in the film had a
fine one; no complaint there! As well as being a party to the dramatic way her
capacious cunt swallowed the sizable morsel. For this purpose the woman mounted
the man, her rump facing the camera, and the screen suddenly filled with her
buttocks as the camera moved in for an ultra- close shot.

Hands fumbled momentarily with the hefty masculine bludgeon lying across the
fellow’s belly. It was brought to the upright position, and the woman placed her
gaping sex squarely above it. Other hands pried at her whiskery nether lips,
spreading them wide and displaying the jagged slit that was the opening of her
cunt. The man’s prick slid easily into place, and was quickly devoured by the
dark, hungry chasm.

Jackie saw by the light reflected from the screen that Pris had opened her
thighs and was reaching down, between them. Hal moved closer, allowing her to
grasp his semi-erect prick and rub it into the lips of her pussy. Jackie saw him
move his hips to and fro so his tool slid back and forth over the wet, sensitive
wound.

Then Max’s hand moved between her own thighs, and she gratefully turned so he
could reach her throbbing clitoris. She returned the favor by stroking his
rigid, shivering prick gently. She longed to take it in her mouth, but dared
not, lest she miss part of the film. She was torn between the pressing demands
of her body and the need to watch the couple on the screen.

The camera had remained rooted in place behind the energetic couple,
occasionally zooming in to focus on the way the woman’s pussy grasped the
fellow’s big prick, sliding up and down its glistening length. They were nearing
climax, or so Jackie gathered. The woman’s rump was whipping madly up and down
and the fellow’s prick was burrowing to the hilt in her dark cunt.

The film ended with the woman’s buttocks quivering ecstatically, and the final
frames were an ultra-close shot of the man’s prick, even catching the exciting
way its huge, veins swelled and heaved as the hot cream spurted from its buried
tip.

Jackie took advantage of the few seconds between films to rearrange herself. She
adopted the position Pris had chosen, seeing the advantages of it, and motioned
for Max to slip into place behind her. The comforting, solid warmth of his prick
felt good as it slid between her thighs, and she reached down to cuddle its fat
head against the frothing of her pussy.

Neither Hal nor Pris said anything during the interval between the films. The
second one, in rather good color, showed a cute young girl, very well-developed
for a fifteen-year-old, sitting on a sofa, necking with, a boy about her own
age. The camera had been cunningly placed to register all the details of their
embrace, even to the way his hand slid under her short skirt and zeroed in on
her white panties. The girl readily permitted his familiar fumblings, parting
her thighs and lifting her skirt to open the way. Her blouse was already
unfastened, and her bra had been pushed up, allowing her lovely young breasts to
pop free.

Just as the young man dipped his hand into the front of the girl’s panties, the
camera moved to catch the entry of an older woman into the room. She was
evidently the girl’s mother, and was quite attractive in a dark, sullen way. Her
face registered anger at first when she saw the loving couple, but then took on
a look of calculating lust. She didn’t disturb them, and retreated back into the
hallway from which she’d come; there she quickly stripped to the buff, then
re-entered the living room. Her full breasts, tipped by great, dark moons that
tapered out to needle points, and her smooth-shaven sex gave her an extremely
erotic air.

The girl and her boy friend looked up in amazement as the woman again entered
the room, this time making her presence known. But the girl quickly saw what the
woman intended: She lusted after the young man too!

From that point, the movie moved quickly to the final scene, which had the
mother guiding the young fellow’s prick and it was truly a monumental one into
the girl’s tender, virgin cunt. Mother supervised the defloration, ensuring that
the girl had a satisfactory time of it, then immediately replaced her under the
lusty young stallion. The daughter now sat back and watched her mother savor the
length and girth of that man-sized tool.

Jackie couldn’t control her passionate body any longer. She felt her orgasm
explode in her loins. Max recognized what was happening, and reached around to
strum her throbbing clitoris while he wiggled his massive prick in her heaving,
sweating cunt. Jackie’s sobs and cried of delight echoed through the room, but
did not distract Pris and Hal, who were deep in their own pleasures.

As soon as the film was over, Hal threw the control box aside, though he took
time to switch off the projector and turn on the room lights. Pris, knowing his
desire, rolled onto her belly and he went with her, keeping his prick firmly
lodged in her tight cunt. Jackie was now facing her college friend, and she
watched Pris’ face register anxiety then mounting triumph as her frantic cunt
sought and found the ultimate pleasure from he husband’s prick.

The experience of seeing another woman in the throes of ecstatic climax shook
Jackie to the core, bringing on fresh attack of passionate longing in her own
body. She pushed Max away and rolled onto her back, her face imploring him to
ravish her. He did so, and she was off again, surging upward on a pillar of
manly muscle that brought her savage pleasure of a sort she had rarely
experienced before.

Time and time again the couples repeated their lusty exploits that night, dozing
off, but then coming to and stirring their bodies to yet further storms of
passion. They passed the entire night on the bed, lying side by side, hearing
each other grunt and heave and cry out deliriously, and enjoying the sounds and
sights of lust as much as the actual feel of it.

It struck Max, as he pulled his weary body off Jackie for the fifth or sixth
time in the night, that she had never been so hungry for him, and that her
satisfaction had never been so sharp or so brutally complete as now. Was it the
pure, animal excitement of being so close to another equally lascivious couple?
He supposed so, and decided that if that was the reason for her utterly
abandoned eroticism, then there was definitely much to be said for practices of
this sort, regardless how perverted and lewd others might think them.

Chapter 5
Max was dreaming that Jackie, sated with intercourse in the ordinary style, had
moved down in the bed and taken his prick in her warm, loving mouth. The dream
had a compelling reality that finally stirred him into awakening, and he then
saw it had not been entirely a dream at all. However, it wasn’t Jackie who was
mouthing his prick; it was Pris!

He gasped with surprise when he looked down and saw her blue eyes looking up at
him, her mouth stuffed with his flaming flesh. Her look implored him to be quiet
and not disturb Hal or Jackie, who lay flat on their backs, snoring steadily.

Max grinned suddenly and nodded his agreement to Pris’ lewd scheme. She tried to
smile, though the mouthful of hard prick made that impossible; but there was
gratitude in her eyes. Max reached down to gather her head in his hands,
steadying her face so he could work his prick in and out of her hot oral grasp
with more telling effect. Pris allowed herself to he fucked in the mouth She
apparently liked it, and was there to accept the steamy tribute from his
passion-packed balls when ecstasy swept over Max.

It came like a sudden summer storm, taking him by surprise with its rush of
quick feeling. He stifled a groan of delight and arched his loins up, driving
even more of his big tool into the woman’s ready mouth. Pris’ tongue lapped and
laved his spouting, spewing prick; her throat worked quickly as she swallowed
the surging cream, sucking more and more of it from his teeming tool.

When the last droplet had been extracted, he lay back for a moment, then gently
got up from the bed. Pris was moving down the bed, eyeing Jackie with interest,
and for a moment Max thought that she was surely going to kiss his wife squarely
on, her semen-clotted but still beautiful pussy.

However, Pris passed over the dark-haired, passion-reeking gash and hovered over
her husband’s body. She looked back at Max, who was now standing in the bedroom
door, smiling impishly, then took Hal’s limp prick in her mouth.

Max was astounded at her fierce sensual hunger. The thought that a woman could
take two men in her mouth consecutively, loving each to a gushing, drenching
conclusion, was something he’d never imagined. But that was just what Pris set
out to do. He clearly saw Hal’s stubby prick swell to full, erect life, and Pris
removed her mouth from its wet stem once and turned to show the hard tool to
Max. She actually glowed with affection and pride, and Max found it a trifle
disgusting that she could go to her husband with traces of his own semen
doubtless still in her mouth.

Nor was there any doubt about her sucking Hal to orgasmic conclusion. He never
fully woke up, though he groaned heavily and pulled her tousled head down onto
his belly when the supreme joy pulsed through his body. Once the storm had
passed, he lapsed back into sleep, and Pris rose from the bed, moving silently
as she came over to join Max. They closed the bedroom door quietly behind them
and went down to the kitchen, where Pris put on a pot of coffee for breakfast.

“That was quite a way to wake up!” Max said the first words he’d spoken to her.
“I was dreaming that Jackie was doing that to me, and then I woke up to find
that it was happening … but that it wasn’t Jackie!”

“I couldn’t help it,” Pris explained, “I woke up and there it was, rearing up
from your belly so full and firm, like a flag-pole. The sight of a beautiful
cockstand like that always gets to me. I couldn’t resist giving it a kiss; and
once I’d done that, of course, the rest was inevitable. Then I decided if I’d
sucked you off, I might as well go ahead and give Hal a blowjob too. If it’s
good with one, it ought to be double good with two, I figure.”

“And was it?”

“Of course! There’s nothing like a good suck to stir up the appetite,” Pris
murmured. “I hope you didn’t mind my being so familiar.”

“No! Of course not,” Max hastened to reply. “In fact, I thought it was
wonderful. So much so that …”

He stopped in mid-sentence, horrified at what he’d almost said. But Pris divined
his meaning, and sidled over to him, dropping her hand to his semi-erect prick
and fondling it tenderly.

“Look, I’ve got a confession to make,” she whispered, darting a look over her
shoulder toward the closed bedroom door. “I can’t let you make real love to me;
it wouldn’t be fair to Jackie, and besides, I promised Hal I’d never let another
man make me come unless he was there beside us. But the truth is, I’m dying for
a feel of this lovely prick of yours! Max, would you just slide it into me for a
moment so I can feel really full of you? Just so I can see what it would he
like?”

Max had a strong set of principles, and lived up to them with surprising
success, but his will was no match for that appeal. His prick sprang to full,
throbbing life when he heard her ask to be speared by him. He could no more have
refused her than he could have stopped the sun from rising.

Pris read the agreement in his eyes and turned her back to him, presenting a
charming view of her tight, well-rounded buttocks. She bent forward at the waist
until her juicy pussy winked seductively at him from between her trim thighs.

“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.

Jackie and Max searched out their clothes, dressed, and were ready to leave
within fifteen minutes.

“Here. I thought this might be of interest to you both,” Pris said, extending a
large manila envelope. “These are some excellent Danish pornographic magazines,
very well done, and showing some great ideas for ways two people can amuse
themselves. I don’t know if you’re interested in such things, but take them
along and give it a try. And well give you a call later in the week.”

With that, the Bensons took their leave and headed back to their apartment,
still stunned by the audacity of Pris’ offer of her husband.

Chapter 6
“Did you, ever hear of such a thing? Actually offering me her husband! As if you
weren’t the greatest lover on earth!” Jackie burst out indignantly once they
were moving down the highway.

She seemed more indignant than offended by the offer, and not as surprised as
Max would have thought.

“I didn’t get the impression she was slighting my ability,” he remarked
cautiously, uncertain of Jackie’s temper. “It was more like she was saying,
‘Sure, he may be great, but you might try something different once in a while.’
It wasn’t as if I wasn’t giving you what you wanted.”

“I should hope not!” Jackie said. “You know, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if
they hadn’t once been part of one of those wife-swapping groups you keep reading
about. Do you think that might be?”

“Possibly,” Max agreed. “After all, they did say that they were friends with the
people who made that movie, the one where the mother played ’share the boy
friend’ with the daughter. And if they were close to a bunch like that, there’s
no telling where they stopped, if they stopped at all.”

They continued the discussion in the apartment. Jackie carelessly threw aside
the envelope of magazines Pris had given them; her mind was on her old college
friends offer, and nothing could dissuade her from talking about it.

“Well, what did you think of the offer, just as an offer?” Max asked finally. “I
mean, Hal doesn’t turn you off or anything, does he?”

“Certainly not,” Jackie replied. “He’s good-looking, attractive and charming a
very nice sort of guy. But to love him? No, I don’t love him, and I doubt if I
could.”

“Who said anything about love? Didn’t you ever sit back and wonder what it might
be like, having another guy fuck you? Maybe one whose prick was a lot bigger, or
thicker, or maybe even smaller than mine? Come on, Jackie, admit it: You’re
interested!”

She denied it vehemently, but Max wouldn’t be put off. He assured her that love
or loyalty were, not involved, that he was certain of her deep and lasting
affection for him, and that he wasn’t testing her love.

“All right!” Jackie finally confessed, blushing strongly and looking down at the
floor. “I’ll admit that a time or two I have had thoughts like that, just
wondering what it might he like. And since I’m being honest, I’ll he totally
honest and go all the way. Do you want to know what I really thought about?
Okay, I’ll tell you. I really did wonder what it might be like to lie back with
your cock in me, right up to the hilt, and then have Hal come up and hold his
prick where I could get at it with my mouth! I’ve wondered about that!”

Max was considerably taken aback by this outburst, though he wasn’t offended by
her frank statement. More surprising, he thought, was Jackie’s next statement.

“And do you know something else I thought about?” she continued, relentlessly
baring her soul. “I spent more than a minute or two wondering what the reverse
situation might be like, where he’d be shoving it into my cunt and you’d be
feeding it to me in the mouth except that your prick would be all hot and
slimy and wet with cunt juice and come! Yes, Max, I wondered how it would be to
suck your dick after you’d fucked Pris, so I could taste her on your cock!”

Max had long known that there were great untapped depths of lust in his wife,
but he had hardly expected her to harbor such desires as these. He sat silently
for a few moments, trying to readjust his thinking to these revelations of her
sensual character, then decided that if she were being so totally honest, he
could hardly be less so.

“All right, I’ve got a confession of my own to make,” he said with a shamefaced
grin. “This morning, before you or Hal woke up, I woke up to find Pris was
sucking me off. I lay there, afraid to move a muscle, while she gave me a
complete blow job!”

“Darling, that really isn’t news” Jackie informed him, to his utter surprise. “I
was half awake then. I saw it all. I’d have sat up to enjoy it, but I was afraid
you’d be so embarrassed you wouldn’t be able to finish. Yes, Max, I saw, even
when you came in her mouth! And it was so exciting that I could hardly keep from
reaching over and getting you to do it to me right then and there!”

With that startling admission, Jackie declared that she was all for having
herself a bath. Max followed her, equally ready to wash the accumulated dregs of
lust off his body. But before getting into the shower he found her naked beauty
so inviting, so compellingly exciting, that he forced her onto their bed.

“Hey, you’re not going to kiss me like this, are you?” she asked as he pulled
her thighs high, exposing her heated sex to his searching lips. “I haven’t
bathed since yesterday, and you must have given me half a dozen fucks since
then!”

“It’s rank,” Max admitted, “but that just makes it all the more appealing!”

Ordinarily, they didn’t indulge their taste for the French arts except when
freshly bathed; but this time Max found that her semen- coated pussy had a
delicious aroma of pure, concentrated lust. He buried his lips in her nether
folds, running his tongue deep into the savory wound and shivering at the added
zest their mellowed lust gave her tender flesh. Jackie arched her loins against
his thrusting tongue, shuddering tenderly, and pulled his head down so his face
ground savagely into her pussy.

“Enough!” she panted, pushing him away after a moment. “Now the other!”

Max knew what she wanted, and gave it to her, sliding up and into the
mouth-warmed crevice with an easy grace. Jackie choked out an oath and locked
her legs around him, heaving viciously as she tried to scrape the lips of her
oily pussy into his pubic bone. It took only a moment for her to reach her peak
of sensitivity, and then she rapped out another garbled oath as her cunt
convulsed and spasmodically gripped his prick.

Driven to the limit of his endurance by the overwhelming force of Jackie’s
climax, Max let his pent-up passion spew forth, inundating her fevered womb with
his sperm.

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It was Monday before Jackie remembered to examine the magazines Pris had so
thoughtfully given them. Their furious coupling that Sunday morning, had capped
off their sensual activities for the weekend; neither had felt the slightest
need for sex the rest of the day, and Jackie had forgotten the manila envelope.
But she noticed it early on Monday morning while picking up the apartment, and
carried it into the kitchen to look through the material while drinking her
mid-morning coffee. She looked forward to the new adventure, since she had never
before seen what might be, called genuine hard-core pornography.

The luridly colored and highly explicit photographs surpassed all her
expectations, amazing her with the range of activities they showed. All the
models were at least good-looking; several were even beautiful, and the men were
all presentable. Furthermore, they were all giants in the sex department. Jackie
found herself marveling that such immense tools could even exist, much less
penetrate a woman’s tenderest parts.

There was one photo in the first magazine that especially interested her. It
showed a striking black-haired girl either Japanese or Chinese sitting astride
a magnificently endowed African lad with a prick that looked to be every bit as
big as the girl’s forearm. The girl was facing his feet, squatting in an upright
position; his gigantic organ reared straight up and disappeared into her tiny,
nearly hairless cunt. Jackie could even see the girl’s small but perfectly
shaped pussy lips clasping the huge, chocolate colored staff! The picture fired
her desires as they had seldom been fired before; for the rest of the day, she
couldn’t push the lurid, lascivious image from her mind…

When Max returned from the plant, Jackie met him at the door with the magazine
in hand, open to the photo that had stirred her so deeply. When he suggested
that they try the pose, she headed straight for the bedroom, unfastening her
dress as she moved. In less than two minutes Max was spread out on the bed, his
prick every bit as hard as a table leg. Jackie got over him, uncertain how to
proceed but determined to find out.

“It would be terrible to slip in this position,” she murmured with a low laugh
as she poised her loins above the great spike which Max held up for her. “A girl
could rupture herself this way!”

She quickly brought her throbbing, love-slick sex into contact with his mighty
staff, utilizing the room’s cunningly placed mirrors to guide her loins
downward. When she looked up, she had a clear view of his flaring prickhead
pressed tightly against the swollen, darkened lips of her pussy. Acting on a
sudden whim, she reached down and spread them wide so that they folded neatly
around the broad head of the tool.

“That’s real cute,” she whispered, admiring the view, but even more conscious of
the powerful warmth of his prick. “Gee, this is great for watching it go in!”

“You know something?” Max grunted, lying very still and leaving all the movement
to his enraptured wife. “I was thinking today that I’d like to see that myself,
a prick going into you.”

“But darling, we just aren’t built so that’s possible,” Jackie reminded him.
“Heavens knows we’ve tried often enough, and you always tell me you just don’t
get a very good view of it.”

“I know. But there’s another way,” he said. He waited a moment, then proceeded.
“I was thinking how it would be if I could see Hal’s dick splitting your pussy.”

Jackie stiffened, pausing in her downward plunge on the stiff, meaty shaft that
was boring into her loins with such delicious effect. The thought of doing this
with Hal, of being speared by his immensely thick weapon of lust, naturally had
a certain appeal, but now she realized something further: She would enjoy that
splitting, filling, boring sensation far more if Max was close at hand,
watching, and approving as the terrible tool split her sex flesh.

“Do you want to?” she asked, her voice strained and hoarse with sudden passion.
“I think that might be interesting myself. And you remember what Pris said, of
course. I imagine she’d be quite willing to try out something like that.”

For the moment, however, all thought of such bizarre, shocking activities fled
from their minds. Max groaned with sensual joy, loving the way Jackie’s slick,
hot tunnel swallowed his rock-hard prick. Jackie’s fingers wandered down to the
sensual connection, found the tender lips of her pussy, strained and bulged out
by the heavy pressure of Max’s driving prick, and began rubbing them gently
against the hard shaft they enclosed. She quickly discovered that she could give
herself even more delightful sensations by using her middle fingers for that
operation and utilizing the index fingers to stroke her swollen, lust- hardened
clitoris.

Her breath came quick and hard now, as her lust mounted to tornado strength pent
up in her loins but aching to be let free in a gusting burst of climactic
feeling. Max triggered the explosion by loosing his own masculine geyser; the
spurting sensations in her body and the savage beat of his steaming spunk
against her tenderest flesh set her off like a skyrocket.

“God! It’s here!” she gasped. “It’s … all over me! Mmmm! Ooohh! Agghh! Shoot
that hot come into me! I can’t stand it! It’s killing me with love!”

Jackie’s hips writhed and ground about the gushing staff that seemed to be
prodding the very core of her being. Her fingers strummed her clit, adding to
her pleasure and pressing her aching, throbbing sex flesh ever more firmly about
Max’s pulsing prick. At last she bent forward, trembling and panting with spent
emotion, and knelt over his feet.

“Hey, that’s a tremendous view!” Max whispered after a moment. “You’re bent over
and I can get a really great look at your asshole, and the way your pussy’s
wrapped around me. I like this! I’m just mad about it!”

Jackie realized that her position would indeed give him a fine view of their
coupled organs, though she also knew she could never fully enjoy his mighty
prick while in this position. Even so, she gave a few suggestive wiggles of her
rump, allowing him to see what the action of their bodies at the moment of
greatest pleasure would be like.

“Like that view too?” she asked. “That’s about what I was doing when you let go
that time. Mmmm, was that ever a strong one, too! Darling, I thought sure you
were going to blast a hole in my womb, it was shooting out so heavy!”

They spent an hour lying together before dinner. Jackie brought out the other
magazine Pris had given them, and they leafed through it slowly, examining every
position used by the models and some were extremely complex while speculating
on the various pleasures that might be derived from each. After dinner, they
went back to bed and investigated some of the easier methods shown in the
magazines, though they finally decided that their accustomed methods were best.

“Tried and true, that’s the way for me,” Jackie said, turning to her husband
with lust gleaming in her eyes.

“Right! But you’ll have to admit that trying the exotic ways certainly has an
effect on one,” Max said, sliding onto her naked body and positioning himself
for a deep thrust.

When their lust had been temporarily exhausted, Jackie again asked if he’d like
to watch Hal’s prick enter her. She told him that she’d spent a lot of the day
thinking about that, and that if he were eager for it, she’d like to give it a
try. Max hesitated only a moment then the appeal of being able to see his wife’s
sex being opened and plumbed by a hard, swollen prick overcame him. He urged her
to go ahead and see if Pris and Hal would agree to the deed, vowing that he’d
enjoy every minute of it.

She promised to give careful thought to his wishes, though she asked him again
if he was sure he really wanted to see her making love with another man. Max
vowed that it wouldn’t be making love, only a joining of two bodies in lustful
heat and that the sight would be purely pleasing to him.

“All right, if you say so,” she agreed, still a trifle uncertain about such a
step into the unknown.

And Jackie still hesitated to call Pris and try to arrange another evening. She
couldn’t really believe that Max was entirely serious in his protestations. For
another two days they talked it over, with him consistently urging her to get on
with it; finally she promised to call Pris the next day, a Thursday.

Meanwhile, Max received a jolt at his job. Dr. Hensley, the engineering
supervisor in charge of his branch, and thus the development of the new
electronic surveillance system, came into the lab and reported a disturbing
rumor that he’d picked up from some friends.

“The word’s gotten out,” he told his researchers, that we’re developing a new
system. I don’t know if anyone’s really onto our gambit or not, but you’d all
better pay special attention to security regulations.

Max and his fellow workers discounted the news somewhat; they knew that rival
companies sometimes put out such rumors, wholly fabricated, simply to see if
anyone reacted in a way that might tell something. These “trial balloons”
sometimes got close to the mark, but were usually so patently obvious that no
one paid much attention. In this case, when the rumor was dead accurate, there
was a possibility that a competing firm had tipped its hand, but also a
possibility that their trial balloon had been merely a lucky shot. It wasn’t
until he was driving home that evening that Max remembered admitting to Hal that
he was working on just such a device. He considered whether they should sever
their social connection with the Hudginses, but then discarded the thought,
promising himself to he especially careful about what he said.

Chapter 7
Jackie called on Thursday morning, and invited the Hudginses over for an
after-dinner party on Saturday. Pris quickly agreed, and they took advantage of
the opportunity to talk for a while.

“You know, there’s a danger about this party,” she said to Jackie after they’d
covered several other topics of mutual interest. “I have a strong suspicion that
it might turn into some kind of orgy.”

“Yes; I realize that,” Jackie admitted. “And we’re prepared for that too.”

“Oh? So you’re feeling it too, are you?” Pris mused, not too surprised at
Jackie’s statement. “Well, I don’t mind saying that I certainly fancy that Max
of yours. I hope you won’t be upset if he and I were … well, to get together.
If I’m not mistaken, I saw a few interested looks going back and forth between
you and Hal, too.”

Jackie admitted that she had more than a casual interest in Pris’ husband, but
went on to explain that Max had a peculiar longing to watch them together. She
was uncertain how Pris would take this, but her friend quickly allayed her
fears.

“We know just what you mean, darling,” Pris assured her. “Hal’s always said that
the next best thing to having me is watching another fellow do it to me. In
fact, he says there’s an odd kind of excitement to having me right after another
man has, though there are plenty of men who’d frown on that sort of thing.”

“I don’t think either of us would be included in that group.” Jackie observed.

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Max was elated when Jackie told him of the call that evening. He gathered her
into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, where he demonstrated his
happiness to her complete satisfaction and total exhaustion. On Friday and
Saturday, they avoided sexual contact; it was as if they had joined an unspoken
compact that they would hold back their sexual energies and reserve their
strength for the evening with the Hudginses.

Pris and Hal arrived at seven-thirty, and for a few moments there was a very
heavy, stiff feeling in the atmosphere. Jackie thought it much like those times
when she had been growing up, when she and a boyfriend had met in another
friend’s apartment and couldn’t immediately get up their nerve to admit why they
were there. Finally Pris broke the tension-packed atmosphere by getting straight
to the point.

“What the hell!” she blurted out, standing up and looking at the others. “We
didn’t get together tonight just to sit around and talk about baseball scores!
We came to have some fun together!” With that, she went over to Max and sat down
in his lap, fastening her lips to his in a long, deep kiss.

That broke the tension and Jackie found Hal moving closer to her on the couch.
“I’ve been wanting, to do this for a long time,” he murmured as he drew her into
his arms. “But sometimes waiting makes it that much more fun when it finally
happens.”

Jackie responded fiercely to his probing kisses, meeting his hard, hot tongue
with her own and thrusting her sensitive nipples against his chest with fierce
determination. She parted her knees when she felt his hand fall on them, and the
hand swiftly moved up her thigh, searching for a warmer, juicier haven. When he
found it, she sighed heavily and leaned back, allowing Hal ample freedom to rub
her lust-moistened panties over her throbbing sex.

“It’s better with clothes off, don’t you think?” she asked, looking up at him
with brimming eyes. “And where we can both be more comfortable?”

“Like in a bedroom?” he asked.

Jackie got up from the couch and led the way. Pris and Max stayed behind for a
moment, undressing each other in the room, but by the time Jackie lay on the big
bed and watched Hal strip off his tight briefs, they were coming through the
doorway.

“We thought we’d like to watch, if you don’t mind,” Pris announced.

“Not me. That’s half the fun,” Hal retorted. “That is, if it’s okay with you,
Jackie.”

Jackie announced that she too wanted them there, close by her side as she took
Hal’s immense prick into her belly.

Max, his prick ruddy and swollen with lust, sat down beside them. Hal suggested
that Jackie might find it easier if she mounted him, an idea that she quickly
seconded. Max’s heart leaped at this, knowing that the position would give him a
much clearer view of what he wanted most of all to see Hal’s great prick
driving deep into Jackie’s heated cunt.

Jackie settled herself over him, backing her loins down toward the hefty
bludgeon which Hal held poised for her. Pris and Max moved down to the foot of
the bed; both of them felt their passions surge when Jackie’s moist, love-slick
pussy hovered into view. The lips were tightly seated, swollen shut with her
lusty fervor, but Hal’s probing finger quickly parted them and revealed the
soft, pink inner flesh. Her clitoris stuck out like an inflamed wart, clearly
visible and ready for the most abandoned treatment. Her cunt’s opening winked
hungrily, as if it would hardly wait to be dilated, stretched and pierced by the
magnificent tool coming ever closer.

Hal stretched his foreskin back, baring the lusty head of his prick, and rubbed
that broad, flaring tip into Jackie’s hot flesh. She sighed heavily, finding his
warm presence more effective than any aphrodisiac, and lowered herself to get
the optimum angle for quick, deep penetration.

“Hurry! Let’s get to it ourselves,” Pris whispered, turning to Max with desire
plainly showing on her face. “Let me get down here so we can both watch!”

She knelt on the floor beside the bed, her rump pushed high, and Max moved
around behind her. Her pussy greeted his prick’s nudge with a wet, smacking
kiss, and opened easily; he found his cock almost devoured by her twitching
cunt. The entrance was quick; her sex closed firmly around him, and they were
joined in a lustful embrace.

Pris plainly wanted him in her deeply, and he lost no time in driving the long
lance home. He felt her fingers on his prick’s base, stroking fervently and then
reaching back to seize the heavy sack beneath. She pulled on the balls, bringing
them up until they too were in intimate contact with her superheated sexual
flesh.

Hal’s prick bulged the flesh of Jackie’s cunt inward as they moved together, but
slipped into place with a minimum of difficulty. Jackie felt as though she were
going to burst; it seemed that the tool was at least twice the diameter of Max’s
familiar prong, though she knew full well that Hal wasn’t much larger than her
husband. She darted one quick look over her shoulder, saw Pris kneeling on the
floor with Max behind her, and knew that they too were joining their organs in a
lustful connection. The thought sent an added flurry of sensuality through her,
though it was soon overridden by the powerful sensations emanating from Hal’s
broad prick.

It seemed that he was stretching her almost past her endurance, though this was
only a temporary feeling; she soon learned to love the tight, stuffed feeling,
and then to turn it to her advantage. Her twists and turns as she drove herself
down on that huge stake were stronger than ever, since Hal’s thicker organ
stretched her inner flesh more completely and exposed every sensitive piece of
meat in her body. She was acutely conscious of the flaring cuff of his prick’s
head when she lifted herself slightly, pulling the terrible plunger out of her
sheath, the ridged crown dug sharply into her ultra-tender flesh and sent waves
of delicious feeling roiling through her loins and thighs.

With these myriad sensations piling up so quickly, the wonder was that Jackie
managed to go as long as she did before experiencing the wondrous thrills of
orgasm. When the sensual storm hit her, however, it did so with a rare force,
sweeping through her vitals with a vigor that brought shrieks of agonized
pleasure from her lips. Heaving and shuddering from the force of the lustful
spasms, she drove her loins downward, trying to swallow ever more of the
gigantic staff in her cunt, and doing so with enough effectiveness to make her
climax grow even more tempestuous.

Max’s eyes widened with surprise as he saw Jackie’s shapely hips clench and
tremble. He could even see the spasmodic twitchings of the lips of her sex,
stretched and distended though they were by the mighty presence they enclosed.
At that moment, Hal grasped Jackie’s hips tightly and thrust powerfully upward,
driving the broad head of his burly cock into the very mouth of her womb,
injecting his hot semen in great streams into her most feminine organ,
intensifying her orgasm.

The erotic force of the sight, combined with Pris’ insistent rump- twistings was
enough to bring Max into action, and he lunged forward, driving the head of his
prick clear to the mouth of her womb. She shrilled out a long cry of sensual
agony and collapsed in a writhing heap. Her cunt, almost pulverized by his deep
probing and powerful discharge, twitched and clutched at the lengthy spike which
had brought it such joy.

“Great day!” Hal muttered in surprise. “I haven’t let go with a shot like that
since I don’t know when! Jackie, you really know how to get it out of a man!”

She was too numbed and breathless to reply, though her sentiments were of
exactly the same order. She realized that she’d been fucked to within the
proverbial inch of her life, but that she would gladly repeat the experience, so
fierce had been her pleasure as the great, broad man- thing slid into her most
intimate parts.

Suddenly it thought struck her: What if Hal’s broader, thicker tool had spoiled
her? What if she could no longer enjoy her husband’s magnificent weapon?

Turning on Hal, she looked back and saw Max just as he drew his wet, glistening
prick from Pris’ exhausted cunt. It looked lovelier than ever, she thought, and
then she found herself possessed by an irresistible desire to have the tool
herself.

“Let me get off,” she whispered to Hal, “so I can get to Max. I’ve got to have
him right now!”

She heaved herself off Hal’s unprotesting body and twisted around to meet Max’s
approach; she paid no attention whatever to the flood of still-hot semen which
gushed from her cunt and drenched her thighs and buttocks with its pearly dew.

“Here,” she murmured as he reached her, still erect and hungry for sexual
pleasure. “Let me do this first.”

She took his dripping prick and guided it into her mouth, heedless of the fact
that it was fresh from another woman’s body. In fact, she discovered that the
taste of Pris’ musky cunt only heightened its flavor! She could taste her
friend’s oils on the hard shaft, on the firm head, and this fired her lust anew.

“Mmmm! Sexiest ever,” she mumbled, falling onto her back and signaling for him
to mount her. “Now, drive it all the way home, darling. I’ve got to have you
deep inside me now!”

Pris and Hal might as well have been at the North Pole for all the attention she
paid them. Jackie was aware only of her pressing need, and of Max’s ability to
satisfy it. She had even forgotten her doubt about whether he could please her
as thoroughly as before. Her cunt’s elasticity had asserted itself, and by the
time Max fitted the head of his prick to the juicy maw, it was as small as it
had ever been.

She gasped at the shock which ran through her fevered body as she felt his tool
pry the lips of her cunt apart, and knew immediately that her fears had been
groundless. Max’s penetration thrilled her to the core of her being, stirring a
vast hunger in her loins.

Pris, meanwhile, had pushed Hal onto his back, stretching him out beside the
enraptured couple, and now began honoring his sturdy tool with wet, lip-smacking
kisses. The sweet-scented juice that Jackie’s fervent cunt had deposited on the
broad member fired her lust heavily, even though she had been shuddering in the
grip of a full-scale orgasm only minutes before. She deliberately teased herself
into a state of raging lust, and when the pressure became unbearable, she
crawled up on Hal’s body, assuming the same position which Jackie had employed
with such telling effect, and immediately impaled herself on his stiff plunger.

The two couples now rocked furiously in their separate embraces, each aware of
themselves and forgetful of everything in the world but the need to satisfy the
lusty hungers of their loins. Jackie dimly heard Pris’ litany of lust, the
chanted words of praise which poured from her lips as she bobbed and writhed on
her husband, driving her sensual temperature even higher as she neared the
climax she sought.

“Mmm, good!” Pris gasped in a throaty tone. “Drive it to me! Shove that cock in
me! God, it’s ripping my cunt apart! Yes! Her pussy made it twice as hard, but
I’ll wear it out! I swear I’ll fuck you till you can’t even move!”

This torrent of obscene praise helped to fire Jackie to a new peak of sensual
awareness. Max, it seemed was incapable of stopping the pistoning movement of
his loins; nor would she have had him stop. She increased the motion of her
response, in fact, and urged him to greater efforts by employing a tactic she’d
taught herself. As he withdrew to plunge his dripping prick another time to the
depths of her body, she seized his hips between her thighs and squeezed. Since
she had the superior leverage, and because her thighs were strong as well as
shapely, she could thus regulate the speed and depth of his penetration.

Max recognized what she was doing and accepted the challenge. He seized her
buttocks in his hands and tried to draw her rump up to his loins as he drove
forward. But Jackie’s superior leverage wouldn’t allow him to gain ground. She
even managed to force his prick out of her lust- greased socket until the broad,
purple head was resting in the very mouth of her cunt. Then, gradually relaxing
the grip of her thighs, she allowed him to penetrate slowly. He never
relinquished his effort to drive his prong deep into her womb, and once the head
of his prick had swelled out the rim of her cunt, she gave a fierce, sharp
wiggle to her rump, causing the tight mouth of her snatch to rotate on the
ultra- sensitive flesh just behind the cock’s head. This brought a gasp of
tortured delight from his lips.

“Grind it!” he whispered, delight shining in his eyes. “Grind that lovely cunt
of yours around my prick!”

Again she forced him out, only to repeat the wondrous joy of feeling his meaty
mate slip into her tender tunnel of love. This time, however, she relaxed her
thighs completely, and since Max never let up with his driving pressure, his
prick sliced deep into her cunt, to stop only when it was lodged completely
inside her. Jackie shrieked with delight at the piercing sensation, but
immediately forced him out again. Once more she held him off, gradually allowing
him to force his way into her throbbing box, only to be pushed back.

Then she relaxed completely again, and this time as the sword struck home she
felt her belly turn upside down, and the torrent of climax flooded her cunt. The
heavy balls, the convulsive throbs of her cunt brought new life to his prick,
and to his surprise, he felt his balls spring to life.

Jackie’s body writhed and tossed madly as his scalding spray saturated her inner
flesh. She heaved her torso up and thrust an aching nipple into his mouth, then
fell back, a shaking, shivering mass of orgasmic ecstasy.

Pris and Hal had arrived at the same juncture, though in their own way, and
again the two couples enjoyed nearly simultaneous orgasms. Their sobs and grunts
of victorious lust rang rough the room as their bodies heaved away at each
other, searching for every last flicker of sensual feeling.

Chapter 8
“What do you think of trading now?”

Pris directed the question at both Bensons, turning her head toward them as they
lay beside her and her husband on the big bed. They had separated themselves and
stretched out, all four on their backs, resting from their exertions.

“I thought it was better than it’s ever been before,” Max replied, still gazing
up at the ceiling where a large mirror afforded him a fine view of all four
naked bodies.

“Me too,” Jackie murmured, squeezing her thighs together exultantly as she
savored the lingering effects of her mighty convulsions. “I thought I’d never
stop coming! And talk about powerful! I was close to rupturing myself, the
sensations were so violent!”

“And a curious thing,” Max added. “You know, I was able to come again! Right
away, I mean. And that was a pretty powerful load that I shot into you, Pris!”

“Wasn’t it just!” she sighed, recalling the way his long hose had doused her
womb with its steaming essence. “But we’ve found that it’s often that way, if
we’ve been with another couple that we both dig. And you’ll probably find, too,
that the effect will stay with you for all of next week. I mean, I can get
turned on just by thinking about some of the good times I’ve had in the past.”

“I hope this was a good time,” Jackie said. “I know it was for me. I’ll never
forget it!”

Pris assured them that they had nothing to worry about on that score, a
sentiment which Hal seconded fervently.

After a moment of silence, Jackie got up enough nerve to ask Pris how she’d
gotten into the trading game.

“I know it’s a nosy question,” she added apologetically, “and you don’t have to
answer if you don’t want to.”

“No! I don’t mind a bit,” Pris told her.

She gave them a lengthy explanation of her introduction into swapping society,
as she called it. Briefly, she explained that as a college girl she’d always
enjoyed making love in a car while double- dating, especially if the other
couple was engaged in the same delightful pastime. It seemed as though the fact
that another couple was close at hand, doing the same thing, heightened her
desire immensely. However, she’d never gotten up the nerve to suggest the
obvious next step, jointly renting a motel room so they could enjoy themselves
on a bed with the added benefit of light.

However, Hal had added a new dimension to her lovemaking several dimensions, to
be strictly truthful, but one in particular that had brought her closer to mate
swapping. He had shown a great interest in her earlier sexual experiences, and
it wasn’t the sort of interest a jealous man shows; rather, it was simple
curiosity and a desire for, vicarious excitement. It seemed that he was one of
those men who derive pleasure from hearing a woman talk about her experiences
with other men. And Pris learned quickly that she was also that sort of woman.

“So we used to lie there for hours,” she continued, “telling each other about
how so-and-so had done this or that to us, and getting hotter and hornier all
the while. Then one time I said, ‘I’d love to watch you doing it to somebody
else. If I like to hear you tell about it, it should be far more thrilling
actually to see it.’ And after that … well, it wasn’t long till we were right
in the middle of a genuine swingers’ club.”

“Oh? Are they that easy to find?” Jackie asked.

“My dear, they’re all around you!” Pris said with a throaty laugh. “I personally
know of about twenty-five or thirty couples in this town alone who regularly
meet and pair off. Or maybe they don’t pair off; they often go at it three or
four or maybe even more at the same time!”

Jackie drew in a deep breath at this. She could feel in her bones that Pris was
going to invite them to become part of such a group, and she already knew what
her answer would be. She could also feel, from the slight tension in his body,
pressed close to hers, that Max knew.

“In fact, if you’d like to become better acquainted with that world,” Pris went
on, “there’ll be a gathering of the swingers in a week or ten days. If you’d
like to experiment, you could attend as our guests!”

Jackie thought desperately of Max, almost hoping he would jerk her back from the
pit into which she seemed to be sliding, yet also wanting him to join her in
that slide into … what? That was the trouble: She couldn’t really decide what
she was getting into.

“I don’t know about that,” she said cautiously, delaying the answer she
desperately wanted to give. “I mean, having to be available to just anyone …
many of them people I never saw before and maybe … well, unattractive … It
doesn’t sound quite like this; like what we’ve been doing.”

“It isn’t that way at all,” Hal said soothingly. “To begin. with, all the people
there are in about our age group, and I don’t believe there’s a single couple
who isn’t at least average in looks and intelligence. Many of them are far above
it. And it isn’t true that you … er, have to be available as you put it, to
anyone who wants you, is it, Pris?”

“Not at all,” his wife corroborated. “You see, it’s really rather like any other
party, except that occasionally a few people split off and disappear for a
while. But you needn’t feel that you have to go with anyone who asks you, no
more than if it were a regular cocktail party. If you find yourself talking to
someone and he’s attractive, and he finds you so, and the idea appeals to both
of you … Well, then it’s just a matter of finding a place to enjoy yourselves.
But if you happen not to find that person pleasing, then behave in the ordinary
way, and no one will think worse of you for it.”

“But I thought they were just regular orgies!” Jackie protested. “With people
running around naked and making love in front of everyone, else and … stuff
like that!”

“Sometimes the parties turn into that,” Hal admitted. “But only if everyone
there is really turned on and agreeable to it. The majority, by far, are much
more sedate, believe me!”

“Hmm. That does throw a different light on it,” Max observed. “If that’s the way
it is, I don’t see anything wrong with trying one party on, just for size. Do
you, Jackie? After all, it isn’t much different from what we’ve been doing here,
I suppose.”

“All right. If that’s the way it is, I’ll be willing to give it a try,” Jackie,
said, clutching Max’s hand as if she were seeking reassurance in her daring
move.

“Well, now that that’s settled,” Pris said, sitting up on the bed and looking at
her friends, “suppose we discuss what happened that last time. Jackie, did you
really see a lot of difference when it was Hal going into you instead of Max?
Was it so awfully different?”

Jackie thought for a moment, trying to recall details of the tension-packed
experience. After a brief pause, she shook her head in wonder and tried to
explain her feelings.

“As I remember it,” she began, “I had this feeling that I was about to burst, as
if he were about ten times as big around as Max. Of course, that may have been
due a lot to the position; I always seem tighter when I’m on a man, I’ve found.
But later, when Max came to me, I’ll swear that it felt exactly the same! Why?
Am I insensitive down there or something?”

“Hardly!” Max and Hal chorused.

“No, not at all,” Pris told her. “There’s very good reason to believe that all
women feel about the same thing down there. I mean, a prick feels marvelous when
it goes in, but one feels about like another.”

“I don’t believe that for a moment!” Jackie burst out, shaking her head
vehemently. “And I know how I can prove it, too! Max, can you find that gadget I
bought you when we were down in Mexico last year? Pris, if you want a fabulous
experience, just wait till you try this!”

Max went to a nearby bureau and rummaged through it, finally uncovering the
article he sought. He brought a small plastic box back to the bed and tossed it
down between Jackie and Pris. Jackie seized it, opened it and brought out a pair
of small rubber rings and another curious device. The rings, of pliable latex,
were about half an inch in diameter; each was studded with a series of small
rubber spikes, projecting out perhaps a quarter of an inch from the wide band.

“Oh, French ticklers!” Pris cried, clapping her hands in delight at the lewd
articles.

“Ah, so you’re acquainted with them already!” Jackie purred.

“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.

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’s 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.

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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.

Chapter 9
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.

Max greeted the news of the coming party with a happy smile, and they promised
that if the experience turned out badly for either of them, they would leave at
the first opportunity. Max promised too, that he wouldn’t harbor any jealousies
or resentments if she found someone who especially pleased her, and Jackie made
the same vow in return. However, she said nothing about the disturbing thoughts
she’d had that morning, nor about the fantasy which had stimulated her as she’d
masturbated herself to a raging climax.

The party was to be on a Friday night. Pris had explained that she and Hal would
arrive back in town late that day, and would probably go directly to the party.
She’d agreed to be on the lookout for the Bensons, since they’d known no one
else at the gathering.

Max was very quiet when he returned from work that Friday. They ate dinner
silently, as if neither dared to talk about what was going to happen, then
showered and dressed. Jackie consulted Max about the propriety of wearing
panties and a bra to the party, and found, to her relief, that he agreed with
her. In view of the nature of this event, such garments would be superfluous.
She pulled on a dress, stepped into sandals, fluffed out her hair and pronounced
herself ready.

“Mmm! If we didn’t have a strenuous evening ahead, I’d be inclined to take you
to bed right now,” Max told her in a passionate tone.

“You know, if this is going to be as wild a party as Pris makes them out to be,”
Jackie mused, looking at him thoughtfully, “it might be interesting if you …
er, arrived with the taste of me on you!”

Max immediately caught her meaning, and agreed to her lewd proposal. Jackie lay
back on their bed, flipped her skirt up and baring her pussy to him. He knelt
and covered the hairy lips with a tender kiss, anointing his mouth liberally
with her honeyed oils. When he leaned back, the mark of her cunt’s wet pressure
shining around his lips, she rolled over and drew herself up on her knees,
exposing the target between her comely thighs. Max quickly bared his erect
prick, bringing it into view with a flourish, and settled into position behind
her.

“Just in and out quickly,” she urged him, looking over her shoulder as she
spoke. “Otherwise I’m afraid I’ll want it so bad that I just may have to break
my resolution and make you give it to me properly.”

Just as she ordered, Max sheathed a portion of his tool in her loins, then
quickly pulled out. Jackie turned around when it was free of her vaginal grasp,
gloating with pleasure when she saw its slick condition, and told him to put it
away before she changed her mind.

“I’ll bet the first girl who gets a taste of that will have a shock,” she
chuckled. “And it’ll be a miracle if I’m not the one! Damn it all, Max, I just
like to do things like that with you!”

They hurried out of the apartment, putting temptation behind them. Max took the
car over the route quickly and smoothly, listening to Jackie’s chatter about the
party with interest, but volunteering few statements of his own.

Fortunately, the Hudginses were already there and it was Pris who opened the
door for them. “Ah, it’s you!” she cried. “I’m playing hostess temporarily,
since Marge decided she couldn’t wait another second. She’s upstairs with Hal,
having a quickie. Come on it, and I’ll introduce you around.”

They followed her into the big, rambling house. She led them to a sumptuously
furnished den, a cavern of a room, where about seven other couples were
standing, sitting or dancing. Jackie saw immediately that Pris hadn’t
exaggerated: This was indeed a handsome collection of people. The women were
uniformly attractive, except for two who were downright beautiful, and the men
were all slender, tall and handsome. To her surprise, Jackie found that she knew
two of the couples by name and another by reputation. Max also found one man he
knew, a teacher of electrical engineering at the university.

“If you like, I can give you a little rundown on most of the guys here,” Pris
whispered to Jackie after finishing the introductions. “Now that Max has gone
for drinks, it might be a good time. But first I want to know if you were really
serious about wanting to try something with a woman. If so, there’s a darling
girl here who’s just divine in bed, and the most patient creature in the world.
She’d be a marvel at teaching you what the queer side of life is like.”

Jackie gulped, then boldly said she was indeed interested, and Pris pointed out
a long-haired, slender blonde with an absolutely ravishing complexion, a girl
who could well have attracted the whole-hearted submission of any man in the
room. Jackie expressed surprise that so lovely a creature would be interested in
making love with women rather than with men.

“Don’t ask me to explain it,” Pris said with a shrug. “But she’s that way. Oh,
she’ll spread for a guy, but it’s not much good to her. She swears that the only
time she really grooves is when she has a woman next to her. And I believe it!
If you’re interested more in guys, Teddy, that guy in the black shirt there, is
real interesting. He’s got a prick like steel, and darling, its both longer than
Max’s and bigger around than Hal’s! It’s like being stabbed with a fireplug! And
Joey, in the red sweater there, he’s a French artist. His tongue is absolutely
divine, and he can stretch it out till you’d swear it was a cock! Fred, the guy
sitting down there, is mostly a Greek lover you know, likes to put it up your
asshole. Fortunately for those of us who like it that way but are rather tender,
he’s got a small prick, so it doesn’t hurt much. The other guys are pretty
normal, I guess.”

Jackie’s head was swimming by the time Pris finished her analysis of the men
present. It was as if a gigantic Christmas stocking had spilled out its contents
before her, its toys and treats only for her. Max returned with her drink and
with a cute redhead in tow; he introduced her as Sandra.

“I hope you don’t mind if I monopolize him for a few minutes,” Sandra apologized
to Jackie. “But I’d like to get to know him better.”

Jackie smiled and assured Sandra that it was quite all right. Perhaps it was the
sight of Teddy the one with the gigantic prick approaching with interest
clear in his eyes, which prompted her generosity. Whatever the cause, Sandra led
Max off to a secluded corner of the den, and Jackie found herself face to face
with Teddy.

“Shall we find a place to sit for a while?” he asked her.

Jackie agreed, and they settled down on a heavily padded sofa. She found him an
agreeable conversationalist, and marveled at the way he, discussed a variety of
non-sexual topics while couples were splitting up, pairing off and keeping the
stairs busy as they went to and from the house’s several bedrooms.

“Well, there’s no point in beating around the bush, I suppose,” he said when
they’d been talking for ten minutes or so. “We’re all here for the same reason
and I’m frankly very interested, in you. Would you like to retire to a bedroom
and investigate the situation in depth?”

Jackie’s heart leaped into her throat, and she struggled for a moment, trying to
get words out. As she looked around helplessly, her eyes fell on Max and Sandra,
who were walking arm in arm toward a door leading off from the den. That settled
the question for her. She settled back against Teddy’s shoulder comfortably.

“Yes. I think that might be very interesting,” she whispered.

Teddy led her upstairs, and they had to try three doors before finding one that
was unlocked. It opened into a chic bedroom, though its hygienic charm was a
trifle spoiled by a rumpled bedspread with a telltale puddle of semen
discoloring it. Teddy looked at the wet spot disdainfully for a moment before
turning to Jackie.

“Seems that someone forgot to dry off properly,” he said. “Would you prefer to
find a drier bed?”

“No, it’ll be all right,” she said. But then added, glancing at him
suggestively, “In fact, I think it might be a shade more exciting, lying in a
pool of someone else’s passion!”

“Good idea,” Teddy chuckled.

They both undressed quickly, but Jackie’s lack of underwear allowed her to
finish long before Teddy. He was about to peel off his briefs when she
interrupted him, halting his hands with her own, and looking up at him with a
question in her eyes. He nodded and moved his hands away, leaving her free to
remove the tight-fitting garment herself. She hooked her fingers in the elastic
band and pulled them down, lifting them carefully over the somnolent hulk of his
prick.

She gasped with surprise when she saw the treasure she’d uncovered. Teddy was
indeed a super-endowed man!

His prick was in that enticing stage of semi-tumescence, excited enough to droop
out to an amazing length, but not so much as to qualify as a genuine erection.
Furthermore, she noted with growing elation, he wasn’t circumcised; the conical
tip of his prick was entirely covered by skin, which grew down to the tip and
puckered neatly.

Jackie finished pulling his briefs off and fell to examining her prize, which
showed signs of growing into full, lusty life very soon. Grasping its tip
between thumb and forefinger, she pressed the loose foreskin back, exposing more
and more of the tool’s lavender-hued head. Teddy grinned with sensual happiness,
and his prick glowed and expanded under her touch. The head was completely naked
now, stripped bare by her delicate touch, and it began to spear upward, menacing
her face with its insistent growth.

Jackie wasn’t daunted by the brutal weapon’s rise. In fact, she bent forward and
touched her lips to the satiny, warm flesh. And she discovered-fully realizing
the irony of it, that she had been hoisted on her own petard: Teddy too had
already been inside a woman that evening, and very recently! She caught the
distinctive musky scent and taste of feminine flesh which shrouded the enormous
tool. The elusive flavor brought her passion to a quick boil and fired her
desire to have all the immense organ inside her.

“Here,” she grunted, standing up and falling onto the bed, not even caring when
her buttocks landed squarely in the damp puddle of spunk. “Let me have it now.
God, I’ve got to have that enormous thing inside me!”

“Like this?” he asked, lying over her and lazily rubbing the hot head of his
prick along the lava-coated lips of her pussy.

“In me!” she groaned. “Don’t tease me with it! I want to be fucked out of my
mind!”

“And that you will, if I have anything to say about it,” Teddy vowed, leaning
farther over her and bringing more pressure to bear on her sensitive tissues.

Jackie began to fear that she’d taken on more than she could take in, as she
felt the enormity of his great prong pressing against the tender mouth of her
cunt, its prodding forceful beyond any she’d ever known. But her pride forbade
her even thinking of backing out of the situation. Instead she gritted her
teeth, gripped Teddy even more tightly with her thighs, and began working her
loins up against the hulk of rigid meat, forcing her cunt to open before its
thrust.

Their combined efforts were enough to breach the delicate gap, and Jackie
shuddered heavily as she felt the broad rim of his prick’s head slide into her
taut pussy’s grip,

“Ahhh, it’s in!” she whispered, gulping back a sob and congratulating herself on
her achievement. “You’re in me, and now I’m going to get my cunt around every
inch of that pussy-plow!”

“That’s the way to talk,” Teddy replied. “I like a girl with spirit! Did anyone
ever tell you that you have the hottest juiciest snatch in town?”

“I’ll bet you’re just putting me on,” Jackie said modestly, “though I’m sure
you’ve sampled far more than your share of them. But I appreciate the effort,
even though I know you’re lying.”

“Just let it stay there a moment,” Teddy urged, “soaking up that pussy drip
you’re turning out. Lord, I love to feel my cock going into a tight, hot pussy!
Jackie, I’ve been missing something by not knowing you!”

“Why don’t you just leave it there?” she suggested, moving her hands down so she
could grasp him around the flanks. “Let me do the work for a few minutes. I feel
like I can come real quick, if you don’t mind me beating you to the punch.”

Teddy assured her that one of the great pleasures of his life was in feeling a
woman writhe in sensual ecstasy, and knowing that his mighty prick had brought
her to that delirious state.

Jackie took a deep breath and began to grind her cunt around the great stalk,
bending and twisting like a gymnast as she sought to bring her flesh to a
shuddering peak of triumph. She discovered that by pulling her hips away from
him she could bring the throbbing tip of her clitoris against the hot, hard
shaft, and the contact sent a fresh shock of sensual warmth pulsing through her
body. When she repeated the movement, Teddy asked what she was doing to provoke
so strong a reaction.

“I’m rubbing my love-button on the top of your cock,” she gasped, never ceasing
her savage movements. “And just fucking myself into a tizzy, feeling that big
prick of yours ream out my cunt! It’s so wonderful, being stuffed full like
this!”

She felt the familiar, desirable tightening of her loins, the inevitable prelude
to orgasm, and hastened her movements as she sought to trigger the mighty blast
of passion she knew was lurking inside her.

When the holocaust struck, she cried out incoherent oaths, wriggled her rump
sharply, and then collapsed, shuddering and trembling as her organs chorused out
a mighty hymn of praise to Teddy’s big prick.

Teddy thought it very interesting that she’d managed so tumultuous a climax,
considering, the fact that she had at no time held more than a quarter of his
tool’s length in her hot, clinging cunt. He began to look forward with even more
interest to the final moment of truth, when his prick would be sheathed entirely
in her, and she would feel its full length. However, he was much too experienced
to press her too soon, and patiently bided his time.

“Ready for another?” he asked softly when at last Jackie opened her eyes and
looked up at him, smiling joyously. “This time it’s my turn.”

Jackie couldn’t lie still when she felt him begin to work the broad tip of his
prick deeper into her body; the passive role was utterly alien to her nature,
and she couldn’t restrain her hips. She met his thrusts with emphatic upward
swings of her pelvis, and answered each withdrawal with a grinding, circular
movement that made the mouth of her cunt bite fiercely at the enormous prize
slipping from its grasp.

Each thrust sent another inch, at least, of his monster slithering into her, and
brought a louder gasp of delight to her strained lips. Soon he was prying into
regions where even Max hadn’t penetrated. Teddy realized that he was now fucking
himself into virgin cunt, so to speak, and he relished it all the more.

Jackie’s untried flesh parted reluctantly before his insistent thrusts, though
each stroke sent her reeling and gasping with tortured joy; her hips were now
plunging madly. She was totally possessed by lust, and conscious only of the
need to release the tensions which were tying her belly into a fluttering knot
of expectant passion.

The explosion came quickly, taking her by surprise. Even Teddy hadn’t expected
to reach his peak quite so suddenly; but then, he hadn’t counted on the
delicious, wet heat of her clutching cunt, nor had he expected to he so
overwhelmed by her abandoned beauty as she lay there shaking with passion and
fucking back madly. His balls twitched once, and he knew he was a goner. Giving
a furious grunt, he withdrew one last time and then shoved his oily, slippery
log in ferociously. The gigantic cock slid in to the hilt, banging her tender
womb and bringing another shriek of lustful joy from her lips.

Jackie felt his prick become a massive fountain, swelling and pumping an endless
stream of fiery, sperm into the uttermost recesses of her body, and sending her
into total oblivion.

Chapter 10
When Jackie recovered her senses, Teddy had withdrawn the massive tool and
turned her onto her side. He had parted her thighs, and was now drinking the
mingled oils of climax which welled from her stretched, sore cunt. She heard his
lips smacking, and felt his busy tongue dipping into her aching flesh, scooping
out the flavorous liquids of their erotic pleasure.

She felt that in justice she ought to pay oral homage to the enormous tool that
had given her such violent joy, but the effort of moving was too much; she
couldn’t stir herself to bring her mouth to the wet, shriveled prick which now
drooped across his thigh.

“I hope you don’t mind my helping myself to this delicious treat,” he said when
he finally lifted his wet mouth from her pussy, “but I couldn’t resist eating
you. The come’s so delicious when it’s mixed with cunt oils! Besides, some women
don’t like to go back to the party with spunk and pussy goo running down their
thighs. I don’t know what your attitude was, but I simply couldn’t let all that
heavenly dew go to waste!”

“What a wonderful way to finish off a fuck,” Jackie puffed, writhing sensuously.
“It almost makes me want to try it all over again!”

“Ah, that would be naughty!” Teddy told her, shaking his head in mock
seriousness. “It’s very bad form to monopolize a new woman. The others deserve a
chance at you too!”

“Even if I wanted to stay?” she asked, a bit put out at this imperious arranging
of her evening. “Oh, never mind. I suppose I’d better go along with it after
all!”

Wearily, she moved off the bed, acutely conscious of a soreness deep in her
belly, and started to pick up her dress. When she saw that Teddy had simply
gathered up his clothes and was preparing to walk back to the den carrying them,
she straightened up with new interest.

“Are we supposed to go back naked?”

“Most people do,” he replied. “It’s no secret what we’ve been up to, you know.
But if you want to dress, go right ahead. No one will frown on it, though it
does get to be tiresome, getting into and out of one’s clothes so often.”

As she stepped into her dress and fastened it, Jackie wondered what had happened
to Max. She worried about him, since she still wasn’t completely certain that
his inner streak of puritanism wouldn’t surface at some awkward moment, causing
them both grief and embarrassment.

She need not have worried on that score; at least not for the present time.

When Sandra had led Max into the bedroom opening off the den, she’d made no
secret of her interest in him from a purely sexual point of view. Once they’d
locked themselves in, she turned to him with open arms and rubbed herself
against his long, lean body as they kissed passionately.

“Well? We going to do your thing, or mine?” she asked, pulling her mouth from
his and looking up at him with fevered eyes.

When Max expressed a hope that they might do both, she cautioned him that her
tastes were odd to the point of being bizarre, and Max stoutly insisted that
whatever she wanted would be good enough for him.

“All right, then,” she whispered, rubbing her pubic bone into his rapidly
stiffening prick with insistent pressure. “Let’s get down to the bare facts, and
I’ll show you what I want from you.”

Sandra uncovered a delicious body, She was one of those tall, slender women,
high-breasted, with enormous nipples that covered at least half of each
delicately sculpted mound of flesh. The dark cones had a pear-shaped look about
them, and jutted out invitingly. A small patch of dark fur, very thick and
curly, adorned the prominent mound swelling out atop her trim thighs, and when
she fell back on the bed and spread her legs, Max saw that the hair ended
abruptly at the beginning of her vulva; the outer lips surrounding the soft,
pink flesh of her pussy were quite bare.

“That’s what it’s all about!” Sandra sighed deliriously as Max uncovered his
stiffened lance, displaying it in all its arrogant, splendor. “That’s what I’ve
been looking for all night!”

It turned out that Sandra had an anal complex. She wanted to lie on her back,
with Max between her thighs, and feel the meaty shaft of his prick slice into
her anus. At the same time, she promised, she would satisfy her exhibitionist
tendencies by masturbating herself.

“If you kneel upright, you should be able to see your cock ripping my ass to
shreds, and also watch the way I diddle myself,” she panted as he moved closer
to her. “But at the end, just before you come, I want you to pull out of my ass
and jack yourself off, so you shoot your cream over my fingers and onto my pussy
and belly! That’s just the ever- loving, blue-eyed end for me!”

Max promised to do his best, though he confessed himself an utter novice at anal
intercourse. This astounded Sandra, who at first refused to believe that he’d
never had “a touch of the brown,” as she put it. But he persisted, until at last
she chortled happily at her good fortune in finding someone who had never
practiced that lewdest of perversions.

“The further out the better, for me,” she panted hoarsely, excited all the more
by his innocence. “And you may find that you rather like packing a girl’s shit;
I don’t know. Anyway, just spit on it a little, to grease it enough to get in.
God, what a monster that thing is!”

Max did as he was told, and found, to his surprise, that Sandra’s experienced
anus was still far tighter than the two vaginas he had grown accustomed to
piercing, as well as thoroughly hot. Of course it lacked the lush, slippery
quality which made a cunt so dear to him, but he found the novelty exciting
enough that he didn’t mind the drawbacks.

Sandra’s fingers plied at her moist, reddened pussy, pulling the outer lips
apart and exposing the juicy lining of that tender organ. She hooked both index
fingers over the rim of her cunt and began tugging at the muscular opening,
prying it open, then allowing it to wink shut. She repeated, this sensual
exercise over and over, coupling it with a neat way of rubbing her thumbs over
the swollen nub of her clitoris, which appeared to bring her savage pleasure.

Overwhelmed by the strangeness of making love in this way, Max had to struggle
hard to hold back his passion and prevent hasty culmination. Sandra quickly
realized what he was doing, and told him to release his lust whenever he chose,
since her own climax would be a direct result of feeling his gushing shower of
satisfaction.

“It’s knowing you have yours, feeling the splat of your cream on me, seeing your
face when you let it fly … That’s what does it for me,” she whispered,
watching his face intently for signs of the approaching climax. “I can come any
time; whenever I feel you let go!”

Max wasn’t far from that moment, and, encouraged by her explanation, withdrew
his prick from the heated grasp of her anus. He felt rather foolish, fondling
his prick as if he were a callow teenager while a mature, highly charged woman
lay spread wide open just inches in front of him, but her sensuality was ample
enough to infect him with its warmth. He straightened slightly, circled his
rampant organ with his right hand, and began stroking it purposefully.

Sandra, knowing the moment was near, increased the pressure of her fingers until
she was prying the mouth of her cunt wide open, stretching out until it could
easily have accommodated the most generously endowed of men.

Suddenly Max felt the familiar delightful twitching in his loins. He gasped out
a brutal oath, whipped his hand back and forth even more rapidly, then arched
out his loins, straining as if trying to touch the tip of his prick to the
fingers and pussy so tantalizingly close to him.

“There!” he gasped. “There it comes! God, what a come! I’ll drown you with
spunk!”

And he nearly did, inundating Sandra’s gaping pussy, her fingers, thighs,
buttocks and belly with great gobs of thick, milky sperm.

The tall redhead became a fiery furnace of femininity when she felt the thick,
hot cream spatter her flesh. The combined visual and tactile stimulus was enough
to turn her into a dervish of orgiastic frenzy, gaping and gurgling with
passionate zeal.

When Max’s prick had dribbled out the last droplet of his hot spew, he wiped the
head on her thigh, selecting a dry spot to receive the last of his jism.

“Whew! What a way to go!” Sandra gulped, shaking her head in awe at the violence
which had pulverized her lovely body. “I know I’m kind of a kook for wanting it
that way, but believe me, baby, I know what’s best for me!”

“Don’t the other ways do anything for you?”

“Oh, it feels good when I just get fucked in the ass, or even in the cunt, for
that matter,” she replied. “And it’s a little better when a guy fucks my mouth
and lets it shoot onto my tongue. But none of them can hold a candle to this. I
know; I’ve tried it every way, and this is what gets me going first-class!”

“Then you ought not to do anything else,” Max told her. “If anyone knows what’s
good for you, you ought to be the one.”

Sandra lay still for a few more minutes, savoring the last vestiges of her
tumultuous climax. Then she asked Max to hand her her panties, and she used them
to wipe the sperm from her fingers and body. Like Teddy, she was planning to
return to the den without dressing. Max hesitated a moment, dreading the
prospect of displaying his nudity before the assembled crowd, or as many of them
as might be present in the den. However, when Sandra assured him that everyone
else would be nude, he shrugged and laid his clothes aside.

They re-entered the den to find four couples standing around the record player,
all quite naked and all quite obviously fresh from stimulating sessions in a
bedroom. Jackie hadn’t yet returned, and Max cast a curious eye over the other
women in the room.

All of them were attractive, though the loveliest of the lot seemed interested
only in Sandra. They took in his nudity with the bold glances, openly eyeing his
dangling prick in a way that caused it to begin springing upward again. Max felt
acutely self-conscious about this, since the other men present were quite
nonchalant and very relaxed, especially in that vital area.

Fortunately, none of the women seemed interested in taking him, off to a bedroom
immediately. As Max soon recognized with a feeling of relief, his bout with
Sandra had been exhausting, for all the lack of the usual trimmings, and he
doubted if he would he able to achieve another climax within the hour.

He joined the crowd, and found them discussing the merits of various Dixieland
jazz bands, a subject which interested him. And soon he realized that they might
as well all be totally clothed. The orgy, it appeared, went on only at
intervals; even these lust-hungry jades couldn’t sustain an evening of total,
concentrated, unmitigated sex.

Chapter 11
By eleven o’clock, three hours after arriving at the party, Jackie had been to
bed with three different men, including the superbly equipped Teddy. Each had
given her exquisite pleasure, bringing her body to a purring perfection of
sensual awareness, then plunging her headlong into the cauldron of orgasmic
excitement. Max had been in bed with four different women, all hungry, and all
expert at satisfying their lascivious needs.

No one bothered with clothes now, and indeed, few couples now made the effort to
go off to a bedroom to do their coupling. Jackie looked around and saw two
different pairs lying locked together, bodies pushing and thrusting madly as
they sought release.

“Hi, I’m Jeff Willis,” a good-looking young man said, seating himself beside
her. “I’ve been looking forward to getting together with you all evening long
but … well, I just haven’t had the chance until now.”

Jackie smiled at him, and remembered that he was the one Pris had identified as
a devotee of anal intercourse. She felt a flicker of fascination.

“I’m Jackie,” she replied, looking at him with frank interest. “Perhaps you can
help me with something that’s been troubling me. I can’t get anyone to tell me
what Greek-style lovemaking is. Do you know?”

“Do I ever!” he sighed, almost melting with eagerness when he heard the
question. “My dear, it’s the most exquisite form of passion in the world, that’s
all! Do you mean to sit there and tell me you don’t know what it is?”

“I mean just that,” Jackie insisted, eager to draw him out.

“It’s very simple, really,” he told her, smiling with anticipation. “It involves
a man applying his stinger to the rear entrance instead of the front, basically.
Of course, there are lots of fancy variations, but in essence that’s what it
amounts to.”

“You mean a guy puts his cock up a woman’s asshole?” she blurted, curious to see
what the effect of her bold language would be.

“I mean just that! And Jackie, believe me when I say that you just haven’t lived
until you’ve felt a prick prying at your anus, spreading the sphincter and then
digging into your bowel! And when the climax hits, woweee! Most women are much
more sensitive there than in their cunts, so they feel it all the more
intensely. Look, why don’t you and I go off to a bedroom somewhere and let me
show you what I mean. Girl, you’d be wonderful to teach this to!”

Jackie agreed, since she’d been hoping all along that he would ask and save her
the ignominy of having to request it.

They were well on their way to a bedroom when suddenly Jeff paused and looked
curiously at her. “I know of something that would be an even more delicious
experience, if you’d like to try it,” he murmured tentatively. When Jackie
assured him that she was indeed interested in all forms of sensual experience,
he brightened and put his suggestion to her. “Why not bring your husband along?
If you’re happily married and I can tell that you are by the looks you’ve been
giving him then he might think it a good thing to be there when you lose your
anal maidenhead, so to speak. And especially if he were in you himself. That
would make it terribly exciting for all of us!”

Jackie almost toppled at hearing that. Her legs were afflicted with a sudden
weakness that threatened to turn them to jelly, and her heart raced at a
maddening pace. The thought of being pierced to the core by two vigorous men,
one in each of the tender openings between her thighs, struck her as
outrageously stimulating. She could only nod her eager assent to the bizarre
proposal.

“I’ll go get him,” she gulped after recovering her power of speech. “He might
think it odd, somebody else coming up to him with a proposition like that. But
I’m sure he’ll be willing to try it.”

She went off in search of Max, and found him in a knot of, people by the bar. He
answered her beckoning look by coming over to her, and when she explained what
Jeff had proposed to her, he looked curiously at her, as if he were seeing her
for the first time.

“But that’s … sodomy!” he gasped.

“So what? It sounds like it might be fun,” Jackie replied. “And besides, he’s
got a little prick; it wouldn’t be like I was trying to get yours in there.
Lord, that club of yours would rupture me for sure!”

Max finally agreed to participate in the perverted exercise, though Jackie could
tell he wasn’t truly happy about it. For that matter, she felt a small twinge of
guilt herself, but it was as though they’d both been infected by the atmosphere
of sensuality and lewdness pervading the house. They caught up with Jeff, and
found an empty bedroom.

“This will take a little bit of managing,” Jeff told them, once they were in the
bedroom. “Since Jackie’s never done this before, she’ll probably he pretty
tight, which means that I’ll have some trouble getting it into her at first.
Yes, it’ll hurt a bit, but I think you’ll probably find after a minute or two
that the hurt is nothing compared to the thrills you’ll be getting from it!”

Jeff instructed Max to lie down on the bed first, so Jackie could straddle him.
She managed this easily, since it was precisely the position they used when she
took the active role and used her educated hips to propel them both to orgasmic
splendor. Jeff instructed her to insert just the head of Max’s prick in her
cunt, which she did readily enough. Even though she’d had numerous climaxes with
the three men who had plunged deep into her womb, she still felt a strong hunger
for more of those delicious, body-bending sensations.

“Just the head, or I’ll have even more trouble getting in at my end,” Jeff
cautioned her anxiously once the flaring head of Max’s prick had disappeared
into her simmering cunt. “And now you’ll have to relax your midsection as much
as possible, Jackie; that’ll ease things considerably. Unless, of course, you
happen to be one of those rare creatures who positively loves being forced.”

Jackie decided she’d better play it safe this first time, and she bent every
resource of her mind to the task at hand, forcing herself into total relaxation.
Jeff anointed the small brown ring with his saliva, working it into the rim with
a finger, and incidentally giving her a probing foretaste of what was to follow.
She realized with a start that she was indeed sensitive there; his finger set
off a series of electric shocks in her body that threatened to turn her into a
whirling dervish then and there!

“Ah! I’m glad to see that you respond readily,” he purred, moving in closer and
aiming his prick at the target he had prepared. “That’s a good sign indeed! Now,
just let me get this rascal in you, and from there on it’ll be pure pleasure,
believe me!”

Jackie thought for a moment that she would never live to experience the
pleasure. His prick felt like a flaming sword as he tried to nudge it into the
taut crevice he loved above all others. Max’s heavy cock had strained the flesh
in the region, making it tighter than usual and thus complicating the problem
for Jeff. Undaunted, he steadied himself with a hand on Jackie’s smoothly
rounded hip and tried again. This time he forced the stubborn flesh to give way
and Jackie gasped loudly as she felt herself stretched by his stiff intruder.

“No! It’s too much!” she gasped. “I can’t do it! Don’t try it again. I just
can’t stand it!”

“Too late, my dear. It’s already in you,” Jeff gloated. “Just be very still for
a moment and most of the pain will go away. Meanwhile, Max, why don’t you run
some of that lovely cock of yours into her cunt? That’ll give her something else
to think about.”

Max needed little urging to do just that. He lifted his hips enough to send a
couple of inches of stiff, broad cock arching into the heated maw of Jackie’s
cunt, bringing a cry of delight to her lips. She found herself growing
accustomed to the strange presence in her rectum now; the small but obstinately
erect prick Jeff had given her now exuded sensations of the greatest promise.

“I … I think I’m getting the hang of it,” Jackie panted, looking back at Jeff
with a tearful smile. “Like you said, it hurt like blazes at first, but I think
it’s beginning to feel better than, I even imagined it might!”

“That’s the ticket,” he puffed. “Now just go to it. Fuck your husband the way
you always do. I’ll take care of everything back here.”

Max quickly discovered a benefit to this bizarre procedure. He had never
realized before that a woman’s bowel and cunt were so close together; he felt
the strange, alien presence as he drove his big prick into her. For a moment the
feeling puzzled him, but then he realized what it was: He was feeling Jeff’s
prick, separated from his by only a thin wall of membrane! The realization fired
his senses still more, and he rocked upward savagely, pushing more and more of
his enormous tool into Jackie’s sweet love-glove.

“There. You’re getting the hang of it,” Jeff blurted as Jackie began to bear
down with her stomach muscles, forcing her sphincter to clutch and grab at the
prick which was moving to and fro in its grasp. “That’s the way to butt-fuck a
guy’s prick. You’re learning fast! And your ass is so hot! You’re really a jewel
at this!”

Torn by the dual stimuli, and further excited by the knowledge that she was
serving two men at once, Jackie felt herself go soaring up the steep hill of
joy, moving faster and faster until suddenly it seemed as though a tornado had
burst loose in her loins. She cried out sharply as the waves of climactic
pleasure pulsed through her, then gently lowered herself down on Max, unable to
stand the tremendous pressure any longer. Max, excited by her swift and furious
come, humped all the more furiously, and quickly had his prick spouting out its
message of liquid love, spewing and jumping about like a wild thing in her
fleshy tunnel. Then Jeff joined him. He had been deliberately waiting for this
moment and when his prick, so close to Max’s felt the familiar pumping and
twitching, he let everything go in one sudden rush of ecstasy.

Jackie nearly passed out, her pleasure was so intense as the dual pricks jetted
double streams of hot, sticky come into her body. This was the ultimate in
sexual pleasure, she decided hazily as her mind reeled under the sledgehammer
blows of their spurting climaxes. She tried to wriggle her, midsection so as to
make their pleasure more violent, but could only manage a few half-hearted
jerks.

Neither Max nor Jeff complained; they were too engrossed in their joy to notice
whether she was moving or not. But at last their pricks ceased pumping, and Jeff
rolled off her, tumbling wearily to the bed beside Max.

“Was I good?” Jackie mumbled after a time.

“Exquisite!” he grunted. “You sure you’ve never done that before? Darling, you
just about tore my cock off!”

“No, I never did it before, but I can see right now, Max, that you’re going to
have to start training me to take that big prick of yours,” she said. “It was
just unbelievable! And when you both let go … When you started shooting off
your balls … Well!”

After a brief pause to recuperate, they went back to the main room. Pris was
there, just lying down on the thick shag rug beside Sandra. It developed that
someone had dared them to suck each other before all the guests, and they’d
taken the challenge on the condition that the two men who had made the
suggestion would bugger each other when the girls completed their lewd game.

“You picked the wrong girl to put a dare like that to,” Pris chortled as she
snuggled up to Sandra’s lovely loins. “I may love, prick, but I’m sure not a
pussy-hater.”

To her surprise, Jackie found that watching the abandoned play between the girls
had almost no effect on her. She attributed it to the extreme pleasure she had
already experienced that evening, especially when Jeff and Max had both plowed
into her body with their lusty pricks. She found herself admitting that perhaps
she’d reached that rare state she had heard about but never really believed
possible, she told herself that she was actually “fucked out.” Even though she
was close enough to Pris and Sandra to hear the obscene smacks and slurps as
their lips plied at each other, she could find no excitement in their lewd
posture.

“I think I’m in about the same shape,” Max said when she mentioned her lack of
reaction to him. “Maybe in a half-hour or so I might get interested, but not
right now. I don’t know what would get me up for another fuck.”

They retreated somewhat from the knot of people watching Pris and Sandra lick
away at each other, and took a seat on a couch at the far end of the room. There
they sat quietly for a while, enjoying their drinks. Then a dark, well-built man
slid away from the crowd and walked over to them. Jackie remembered that his
name was Harris; he was one of the few men present with whom she hadn’t been to
bed that evening. As he walked toward them, she amused herself by watching the
absurd way his dangling prick lolled from side to side in time to his steps.
Since he was naked, like everyone else there, this was glaringly obvious, yet it
was the first time she had noticed the peculiar way men swung as they walked.

“I’m Gene Harris,” he said as he sat down beside Max. “You two feeling a little
pooped?”

“Yes. I never thought I’d have enough sex, but I’m afraid I’ve reached the
saturation point, at least for a time.” Jackie confessed. “I’m Jackie Benson,
and this is my husband, Max.”

“Yes. I know who you are,” Harris replied. “It’s my business to know things like
that.”

“Oh? What line are you in?” Max asked.

“Private investigator.”

“Are you investigating us?”

“No, just interested.”

“What have we done that interests YOU?” Max persisted, a little irritated by the
fellow’s straightforward manner.

“It’s more what you yourself are doing, Mr. Benson,” Harris said flatly. “I’ve
been retained to get a piece of information, and I think you might help me.”

“Retained? By whom? And what information?”

“Uh-uh. Can’t reveal the employer’s name,” the detective grunted, smiling
shiftily. “Breach of confidence. It just tears hell out of professional ethics
and all that. But the information? Well, I want to know when Walton will be
ready to market their new surveillance system, the one you’re working on.”

“What?” Max demanded, outraged at the request. “I can’t give out information
like that … even if I knew! You must be out of your mind!”

“Not at all,” Harris replied, complacent and confident. “Maybe you can’t say
when it’ll be marketed, but you can sure as hell give me a good idea how far
along the product is at this moment. That would satisfy my employer about as
well, I imagine. How about it?”

“Not on your life,” Max insisted. “I’m not about to go selling out my company.”

“Perhaps you’re sincere in saying that,” Harris replied, getting to his feet,
“but don’t be surprised if you find yourself telling us everything.”

“You’d better be surprised if I do,” Max growled out as the man walked away.

Both he and Jackie decided that the brazen attempt to get information out of him
had soured the evening for them. They agreed to gather their clothes, pay their
respects to the host and hostess and drive home immediately. And this they did,
with a minimum of delay.

Max was still boiling, with rage when they entered their apartment.

Chapter 12
Throughout the weekend, Max periodically erupted with fresh rage at the
effrontery of Gene Harris’ request. More and more, as he thought about it, he
wished he’d tried harder to learn who the impudent rascal’s employer was. Then,
he believed, he could have gone to Dr. Hensley with a clearer conscience, and
made a clean breast of the entire sordid affair.

“But wouldn’t it be rather embarrassing?” Jackie questioned him when he told her
this. “I mean, it would all have to come out, that we’d been at a swapping party
and that. Well, the whole bit!”

“Hensley’s discreet enough,” Max insisted. “I wouldn’t mind telling him about
it. I’d know it would never get any further than him. No need worrying about
that.”

By Sunday, the situation had gotten so bad that Max insisted on going over to
Hal’s apartment and demanding to know what he knew about Gene. Jackie consented
to go along, though she feared that the trip would end in a quarrel with the
Hudginses. Max denied harboring any such intent; he swore that he merely wanted
to know if they knew anything about Harris. Even so, Jackie felt strong
misgivings as she settled herself in the car and sat back for the short drive.

They had just pulled into a parking space when Max’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse
of a familiar figure emerging from the Hudgins’ apartment. Their parking spot
gave them a clear view of the entrance, and though the door to their friends’
apartment was a good forty yards away, there could be no mistaking the figure
coming out.

“That’s him!” Max grunted out. “What’s he doing there?”

Jackie too saw that it was the investigator. Hal had followed him out onto the
balcony, and they stood there talking for a moment. Then Harris patted Hal’s
shoulder and walked away.

Max sat stiffly in the car, plainly puzzled by what he had seen. It seemed
perfectly clear that Harris and Hal were boon companions; that was evident from
the friendly way they’d parted.

“Maybe it’s a continuation of the party,” Jackie suggested, thinking that she
might still dissuade Max from bursting in on their friends. “If they’re still
going, we shouldn’t disturb them. I knew we should have called first!”

Max hesitated for a few moments, wrestling with Jackie’s objection, but finally
he decided they should go on up to the apartment and get it over with. Jackie
shrugged, knowing she couldn’t persuade him to change his mind. She went along
silently.

“Hey, what a welcome sight!” Hal cried when he opened the door to them. “Come on
it! Pris and I were just wondering if maybe we could get together with you for a
recap of the party!”

He offered them a beer, dominating the conversation with his breezy manner so
that Max couldn’t jump immediately to the point, as he would have liked. They
accepted the beer and settled down, but Max wouldn’t be headed off from the
purpose of his visit.

“Hal, I’d like to know what you know about that fellow Gene Harris who was at
the party,” he began.

Before he could go on to add the fact that he’d just seen Harris leaving the
Hudgins’ apartment, Hal broke in.

“Gene? Er, I barely know, him,” he said, pausing a moment as if he were trying
to remember the person. “To be truthful, that was the first time I’d ever seen
him, Friday night. Seemed like a nice enough sort, but I didn’t get a chance to
talk much with him. I was … er, occupied elsewhere, you understand.”

Max sat back and looked curiously at Hal, unable to reconcile the statement with
the obvious camaraderie he had so recently witnessed on the balcony outside. He
looked at Jackie, who returned his blank look, then turned back to Hal.

“The reason I’m asking,” he continued, choosing his words carefully, “is because
he asked me something about my work, something which was way out of line. In
fact, it smacked rather strongly of industrial espionage.”

“Harris? I can hardly believe it of him!” Hal said, putting down his beer and
assuming a very earnest look. “That doesn’t sound like anyone in our group. Sure
you have the right fellow?”

Max vowed that there was no mistake. He was on the point of confronting Hal with
the fact that he’d seen Harris outside not fifteen minutes ago, when Pris walked
into the living room.

She wore one of Hal’s old shirts, the cuffs rolled halfway to her elbows, and
not much else, to judge from the way her sharp nipples shaped and darkened the
thin fabric of the shirt. Jackie was certain that she caught a glimpse of Pris’
curly pubic hair when the shirt’s tail flipped aside for a moment; though the
garment came down to her knees, the opening in front allowed a certain amount of
visibility.

Pris’ entrance disrupted the chain of conversation for a moment, but Hal brought
them back on the track by telling Pris what he had heard from Max. She scoffed
at the idea, though she also denied any intention of impugning Max’s honesty.

“But what I don’t understand,” Max said, eyeing them both suspiciously, “is why
I saw him coming out of your apartment when I drove up. Hal, it didn’t look as
though you two were just casual acquaintances!”

“What are you doing? Spying on me?” Hal demanded huffily.

Max would not be put off by such charges. He insisted that seeing Harris had
been purely inadvertent, and that they had not intended to spy at all.

Hal persisted in trying to deny the fact, but then switched to claiming that
Harris had just dropped by to thank them for a fine time at the party. Max would
have none of this, and insisted angrily that the man was an industrial spy,
probably working in collusion with Hal.

“All right, if you want to know the truth,” Hal began, spreading his hands
helplessly and assuming a guileless expression. “I’ll tell you just how it is.
Harris and his boys have plenty on me. They’ve had spies at several of the
parties we attended, spies with all the fixings, just like in the movies. I mean
tape recordings, movies made through one-way glass … the whole, bit.
Naturally, they’ve got film of Pris and me in some pretty compromising
situations, and tapes too. They’ve been pressuring me to hand them stuff from my
work. And I’ll tell you something: They’re going to try the same thing on you;
no mistake about it! I’m sure they had movies made of you and some of the girls
at that party. Maybe of Jackie too. And they won’t bother slandering you all
over the state to get what they want!”

“They’ll get nothing from me!” Max stormed. “I’m going straight to Homer Hensley
about this: I’ll show them I’m not going to he blackmailed by some cheap
crooks!”

With that, he stormed out of the apartment. Jackie stayed behind for a moment,
trying to think of something to say to make amends, but she left when she heard
him insistently tooting the horn. “Give me a call when he cools down,” she heard
Pris call as she ran down the stairs.

“Are you really going to Doctor Hensley with this story?” she demanded as she
got into the car.

“Damn right I am!” he snorted. “I’ll show them they can’t bully me around.”

“In that case, you’d better think about what you’re going to do for a wife,”
Jackie blurted, making an instantaneous decision. “Because if you go through
with this, I certainly won’t stay around to be laughed at and shamed!”

Max, enraged and livid, told her shortly that he was going to do the right
thing, and that if she couldn’t take it, then she was welcome to leave.

“Stop the car,” she demanded.

Max screeched to a halt, and Jackie got out. The last thing she saw of her
husband was the back of his head as he sped away, going straight toward the lab,
where he expected to find Hensley working on Sunday as usual.

Jackie caught a cab back to their apartment and began packing a few clothes,
though she hadn’t given a thought to where she would take them. She was just
packing her toothbrush and toilet articles when the phone rang.

“Jackie? This is Pris. What’s going on over there?”

Jackie brought her friend up to date on what had happened, sparing no detail of
the abrupt, angry parting with Max. Pris agreed that she could have done little
else, given Max’s insistence on making a fool of himself and broadcasting the
intimate details of their life.

“Perhaps you’re wishing now that you’d never taken the steps that led you to
that party,” she said to Jackie.

“Never! I enjoyed every bit of it,”, Jackie insisted. “In fact, I think it was
the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me!”

She herself hadn’t realized how strongly she felt about it until that very
moment. She was surprised to find herself saying it, but knew it was true.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Pris purred softly. “But where are you going? You said
you were packing.”

Jackie had to admit that she had no idea where she might go. She apologized for
seeming silly, but stated that the thought of spending another moment with Max,
was simply unthinkable. When Pris suggested that she come and stay with them, at
least until she could get herself settled in a new place, Jackie accepted the
offer immediately, and Pris told her Hal would he over within half an hour to
pick her up.

——————————————————————————–

“That’s that,” Pris said to her husband when she put down the phone. “Maybe our
scheme for getting the information didn’t work out so well, but how’s this for a
consolation prize? We’re going to have, a permanent live-in guest for a while!
just think, darling, another pussy for you to fuck! And she as much as said once
that she was interested in learning more about my little Lezzie games, too!”

“You can’t beat that,” Hal agreed. “Even if we lost the battle, we won the war.
Or maybe the other way around; I don’t know. Look, I’ll call Gene and tell him
the scheme’s going to fall through, just to break it easy to him. Who’d have
thought that Max would be so damn stubborn?”

Hal made his call, and informed Harris that the plan had failed. They
commiserated with each other, but agreed that there was no use crying over
battles hopelessly lost. Hal mentioned that he knew of another likely candidate
in the Walton labs who might be worth cultivating, but said they could put off
the briefing until tomorrow.

“See you at the plant,” he said before hanging up.

He then left to go get Jackie. Pris remained behind, and fell to work
straightening up the guest room, as well as fluffing out her shining hair. She
hummed a gay tune as she visualized Jackie’s lush naked body writhing on the
silken bedspread, pleading for release; she imagined herself administering the
oral stimulation which would propel Jackie’s body into a heaving, twisting
inferno of orgasmic splendor. Yes, the future looked promising indeed!

——————————————————————————–

Max found Dr. Hensley hard at work, just as he’d expected. His fury hadn’t
abated one bit, and the entire grubby story came tumbling out in a gush. Hensley
listened patiently and compassionately to the entire tale, and when he’d
convinced himself that Max hadn’t compromised their work, he congratulated him
for his loyalty and commiserated with him on the loss of his wife.

“Do you think she’s gone for good?” he asked.

“Yes. She’s the sort who’ll stick to a stand once she’s taken it,” Max answered.
“And if she’s that interested in preserving her precious reputation, than I
guess it wouldn’t have worked out in the long run anyway.”

“Very well,” Hensley told him, “I’ll see to it that you don’t regret having used
good judgment in this matter. It happens that there’ll be a research
coordinator’s post coming open shortly; it would be a nice promotion for you,
and I can’t think of a better man for the job. And by the way, you’ll be needing
some lab assistants and a deputy for that job, so you might be thinking about
who you’d like for your team.”

Max’s head was reeling as he left Hensley’s laboratory-office. He hadn’t
expected that his faithful adherence to the company’s interest would be rewarded
at all, much less so handsomely, and especially since it had been his own
stupidity that had created the problem to start with!

As he walked back to his portion of the laboratory, his eye fell on a generous
length of very shapely nylon-clad calf; he traced the gentle curve up to where
it ended at a white lab coat, and then looked up.

“Myra!” he blurted. “You’re not usually here on Sundays, are you?”

The girl turned to look it him, and Max realized that she was exceedingly
attractive. The cunning knit minidress she wore under the lab coat was a far cry
from the serviceable tweed outfits she usually wore during the week. She had
also done her hair differently; long auburn bangs now framed her face
handsomely, and gave her a quite dashing look. Myra Long, whom he had always
considered a mere drudge, though a capable engineer, took on a new aura of
beauty for him.

“I was getting ready to go out for dinner,” she explained, “and I got this idea
I wanted to try out. But it didn’t work, I guess. I’m about ready to pack it all
in.”

“Good idea,” he agreed. “Suppose we have dinner together. We’ve got a lot to
talk about, I suspect.”

Myra walked out of the I lab with him, and as he accompanied her to the parking
lot, Max told himself he just might have found that assistant that Hensley had
mentioned, as well as a replacement for Jackie. There was no denying Myra’s
capabilities in the lab, and now that he’d seen her in a different light, there
was a promising lilt to her impudently rising breasts, a devilish glint in her
dark eyes.

“Yes,” he told himself, everything might just be coming up roses after all.

The End