Cumswappers
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 TWO
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.
***
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 risque.
"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 THREE
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.
***
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 FOUR
"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'v
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