"Along came a swapper" - читать интересную книгу автора (Long Richard B)

CHAPTER FIVE

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.