James Brown - Swap Circle

While she was doing this, I was, of course, kissing her box and running my tongue over her slit, every now and then darting it up inside her far enough to cause her to stiffen and grasp my hair and pull. She pulled my hair so often and so hard during that entire session that I later wondered if the soreness would ever leave my scalp. Her cunt was sweet and wet and had a fleshy scent to it that was maddening. What made it especially nice, I supposed, was the knowledge that it had never been tampered with until I came along and did so. A virgin cunt or one that is almost a virgin, cunt, is the most delicious of all to lip and tongue. It is a physiological thing, of course, but just the same it is there-there in your mind, and you enjoy lipping and tonguing a twat you know hasn't been penetrated by another man's prick. At least, I felt this way now, and believe me, I gave her cunt a working over she wouldn't soon forget. At the same time Mary was sucking my dick with such reckless abandon I wondered how I ever stood it so long without squirting my sap into her mouth. It must have taken a super human effort of will on my part, because Mary's mouth enveloping my rigid penis felt marvelous, and "marvelous" isn't by any means a strong enough word. It was maddeningly wonderful. A three-way fest is terribly exciting, even as a four-way fest or even a five-way can be. I made up my mind that sooner or later, and hopefully sooner, I would arrange to get Jack, Jill, Mary and Nora together in one room, and along with myself we would have one hell of a daisy chain in operation.

"Oh… honey," Mary murmured. "Heavenly this is… so… " She broke off and returned to her cock-sucking chore, if it were a chore, which I doubted very much. It was a pleasure for her I could tell.

I tried not to think of the sensation of Mary's cock-sucking and my own cunt-lapping at the same time. I found that doing this gave me a "divided mind," that I didn't know which to enjoy, to concentrate on pleasure wise.

Finally, I decided that Mary would have to take care of her own sucking, that I would concentrate on Nora's pussy, which I began to do almost exclusively. The hair around her box was, of course, dark brown, the same as her head hair, and there wasn't much of it. I don't care to lap a female's cunt when she has too much hair there. The damned stuff gets between your teeth and becomes a bother.

At any rate, Nora didn't have that much and as I spread her legs as far as I could and bore in on her slit, the hole suddenly became much wetter.

I stopped lipping. "Are you in trouble?" I asked her, scarcely knowing what I was saying.

She giggled and pulled my hair. "Just a discharge, Mr. Horton. Pay no attention. Can you get your tongue up me a bit farther, please. I don't think you're touching the little… sensitive spot some of the time. I do so love to have you touch me there with your tongue. It makes me, as you say, very, very hot, sir. How is… your wife doing?… Her cunt tastes very good to me. I do hope she'll forgive me if I do it awkwardly. I've never had any experience in going down on people. Oh, I've been such a stupid fool all of my life."

"Please, Miss Doans," Mary said, a touch of irony in her tone, "don't make long speeches, suck and tongue me off."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Horton. You must think me a terrible… boob.

I'm really quite an… ass, you know."

I grinned and patted her behind. "Yes, you are, baby. You're quite an ass all right. I think I'll try to kiss it right now." I stretched my head and got my face in back of her and kissed her asshole with feelings of positive delight.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Horton, for talking again, but that felt so marvelous, Mr.

Horton. Could you run your tongue up my… you know?"

"So you want your asshole reamed with my tongue. Well, my dear, I'm afraid we'll all have to change positions because a tongue isn't the best asshole-reamer there is. My cock will serve the purpose much more efficiently.

Do you mind, Mary?" This meant, of course, that Mary would have to give up my cock and stop her sucking on it."

Mary, being the dear girl that she always is, beamed and kissed my cheek quickly as she half threw her body over mine. "Bull honey, if our guest wants you to ream her asshole with your prick, then by all means do so. It would be terribly unkind of us not to do it, me for not stopping to suck It, and you for not ramming it up her ass. Come now, turn around, Miss Doans. Perhaps you'd better get up on your hands and knees. I know my husband. When he corn-holes a woman he likes to at least start from that position. There now. Are you comfortable, Miss Doans? Don't be unduly concerned about the pain of it at first. The pain leaves after a time, or perhaps it's that you become so hot you don't notice it till, later. At any rate, I see Bull is ready… just look at that long, hard ramrod of his, Miss Doans."

Miss Doans got up on her hands and knees, a look of lust on her face, the like of which I had never seen before. "Stick it up my asshole, Bull Horton," she rasped. "Ream my ass out good. Hurt me. Hurt me terribly. I don't care. I feel like I need to be hurt. My, what a long, big cock you have, Mr. Horton. I hope you shove it up my ass as far as you can get it… baby." Miss Doans giggled, but I had a feeling it was because of her use of the word "baby." What a strange female she was, I thought as I moved around in back of her and placed the head of my cock against her asshole… and shoved like crazy. She screamed with pain and (I think) pleasure as I systematically began to ream her a-hole.

She clutched at Mary and drew her down in front of her. Miss Nora Doans began to run her tongue hotly over Mary's ass, while I kept on corn-holing until, finally, of course, I increased the speed terrifically and blew off in her ass.

About four weeks passed without my once ever seeing Nora Doans again. I learned from the old woman at the desk of the hotel that she had moved, but the old broad wouldn't tell me where she had moved. Several times I was tempted to call up a member of the school board, or even the school super himself and ask for her address, but each time I would put down the temptation and not do it. Mary and Jack and Jill and I continued, of course, with our swapping of partners much to the pleasure of everyone concerned, but still I wanted to bring this schoolteacher into our tight little group. To put it more bluntly, I wanted to try a five-way daisy-chain with Nora as number five.

I came out of the drugstore down the street one late afternoon and almost trampled her to death. I saw the woman crossing in front of me in a vague sort of way, but it wasn't until I bumped her that I reached out quickly and grabbed her to avoid knocking her to the ground. This was an instinctive thing and the moment I had my arms about her I knew it was she. Funny how some people have a certain "feel" to them. She was such a person. I straightened her up, turned her about and smiled at her.

"Hello, Mr. Horton," she said demurely. "How are you, sir?" She sounded as if she were standing just outside her classroom and someone might be listening to her.

I took my cue from her. "I'm fine, Miss Doans. How is school going this year?"

Dumb question, but others were milling about and there was no way of knowing how they all were.

"Just fine, Mr. Horton. How is Mrs. Horton?"

"Good," I said, an idea hitting me quickly. "Just today she was saying we should invite you to dinner again. How about this evening, Miss Doans? My wife would love to have you, you know."

It was almost as though she weren't listening to me. "I'm living on the south side of town these days, Mr. Horton." She placed her hand on top of mine momentarily and when I say momentarily I mean exactly that. It was hardly there long enough for me to feel it. She wore gloves on her hands, I saw (and felt).