James Brown - Swap Circle

I smiled. "As a matter of fact, you were, or are, but never mind. It doesn't matter."

"Dear me," the man said, his chin trembling again. "I'm looking for Miss Doans because of a telegram that came to me, of all people. Her mother… well, she's bad an accident-nothing serious, I understand. I just thought I should tell her."

I grinned at him. "I'll tell her for you, sir. Good-bye to you."

The man flushed again. "Oh… " he said, and that was all he said.

"My pleasure," I said. "Just as soon as I see her I'll tell her." I stared at the guy. "That is, I'll deliver the message."

He mumbled something and left. I closed the door and locked it, then returned to the large front room. "He's gone," I said to all of them. I turned to Nora.

"He wanted to see you. He received a telegram. Your mother's had an accident, but it's nothing serious. Can I drive you someplace, or would you like to use our phone to call your mother's home?"

"Oh… may I, please?" Nora said, and I nodded and showed her where the phone was located.

I left her alone at that spot and returned to the large room. She came back soon and told us her mother was all right, having been only slightly injured.

"Well," I said, "anyone want another drink?" Everyone did, so I got the bottle and poured out five long portions of whisky. I wondered if Nora might become ill from so much whisky – after all, she wasn't the type of person who imbibed and it could make her quite ill. I watched her carefully for some time, but she appeared to be taking very tiny sips of the stuff, hardly enough to make her high.

I didn't want Nora to become high and sick. I wanted her to be available as, I was sure, did everyone else in the room. Nora was the fifth person – she was the one who made our session a five-way fest, a term Jack and I had come up with when this had almost happened before. I say "almost happened," for that was the way it had always been. At the last moment the woman we had in mind had turned us down flat.

Now we had another woman – Nora Doans, and she was turning out to be just the right one to my way of thinking. Having five people taking part in a sex act was beautiful. It was exciting and marvelously exhilarating. There was nothing like it in all the world, I was beginning to discover, though I had long suspected this to be the truth.

All of us were now on the floor and I looked from one person to the next to see how things were coming passion-wise. Much to my disappointment, no one seemed to be at all interested in anything but his drink. I finished mine as quickly as I could and poured myself another, hoping this would tell the others that I was in a hurry to resume operations by killing off the last of the bottle, which is what I was doing. No one seemed to notice that the bottle was empty and no one appeared even to want to talk about anything.

"What's wrong with all of you?" I asked, my glance darting about again. "Is everyone tired?"

Mary caught my eyes and nodded. "We want to rest awhile, Bull. Besides we owe it to Nora."

I was puzzled about this and said so.

Mary leaned forward. "Her mother was hurt, dear, and even though it appears not to be serious, we have to consider Nora's feelings."

I glanced at Nora. "Are you all right? I mean, do you feel okay?"

"I will be… as soon as I finish my drink, Mr. Horton," she replied, eyeing me strangely.

"Oh… all right," I said, and turned my attention back to my own glass. I was somewhat nettled and couldn't shake the feeling for several minutes. I finally finished off all the whisky I had and put the glass down with the intention of going to the bathroom, though I didn't really have to go – it was just a way to kill time. I didn't get off the floor, however. Nora Doans had suddenly jumped to her feet and pulling up her skirt, sat down on my face, her wet cunt pressing eagerly against my mouth.

She nearly smothered me at first and it wasn't until I felt hands clawing at her and incidentally pulling her away from my face that I was able to breathe with any degree of certainty. I looked now for the hands that had pulled her away and saw they belonged to Jack. A jealous feeling passed through me but was quickly dispelled when I observed my wife watching me with a steady eye.

Immediately, she came to where Jack and Nora and I were slumped almost in a pile together and promptly proceeded to sit down on Jack's face. He lay back and Mary squatted on him and I could easily assume, by the intense look on her face, that he was tonguing her box and doing a most effective job of it. Mary's eyes began to bulge, she gasped for air and at the same time I saw her place her hands on Jack's head, holding him in position against her crotch. She cried out once or twice and perhaps more than that, but I had no chance to count the cries, for Nora had again straddled me and was attempting to push her cunt halfway down my throat, it appeared. This time she sat in a different manner and didn't threaten to smother me, so I slipped my tongue into her slit and began to scoopy-doo. Scoopy-doo is a fast sideways motion made with the tongue against the little female nub. This nearly drives women mad, it feels so good to them. This time was no exception, if Nora's cries were any indication. She not only cried out but moaned and wriggled her butt about to such an extent I was finally forced to hold her up by the thighs so that she wouldn't again shut off my breath. Now I could dip my tongue into her slit without fear of having her settle down over my face and strangle me.

I didn't hear the knock at the front door. Evidently it came while Nora was sitting on me. Later on, I figured it out this way, not that it makes much difference. Mr. Nolan had come back to the house, and my wife let him in. Nay, dragged him in and unbeknownst to me, practically raped the poor guy on the carpet of the front room not ten feet from where I was enjoying the passionate wetness of Nora Doans' cunt. Someone – I couldn't see who – had taken my cock in her (or his) mouth and was sucking the devil out of it. I blew off quickly and felt Nora having an orgasm a short moment afterward, so I knew, or thought I did, who had sucked me. I pushed her dress away from my face to verify it and sure enough saw Nora bending her head over my erection. She cleaned me off with her mouth, kissed my penis, and replaced it in my pants, zipping me up with great care as if to say "There now, fella, you just hide away for a time, take a short rest and Nora will be back for you. Nora wants to gobble you up eventually." My imagination gave me this. For all I knew she might have been sick and tired of my penis by now, though I doubted this very much.

I glanced away from her and this was the first time I noticed the short, fattish chap on the floor with Mary. She had his pants unzipped and he was breathing very hard as she massaged his penis with her hands, every now and then bending her head to kiss the end of it. Mr. Nolan evidently was receiving the surprise of his life, and I couldn't help smiling as I saw the lust in his eyes equaling the amount in, Mary's. (I tried to remember when Mr. Nolan had entered the room and this was when I decided it must have been while Nora had my face covered with her skirt.) "Oh, my goodness, Mrs. Horton," Mr. Nolan was saying, his face extremely red, his eyes filled with wild lust. "How very delightful it feels, when you kiss the head of it. I wonder if you would mind sucking it?"

Mary grinned and proceeded to gobble his dick immediately.

"Oh, my dear woman, you're destroying me," Mr. Nolan moaned. "Oh… oh… how simply devastating."

For a probable homosexual type – he sounded very pleased that a woman should be going down on him. It was entirely possible that he wasn't a homo, of course.