James Brown: Swap Circle

"My pleasure," I cried, and placed my arm about her shoulders while at the same time taking one of her titties into my mouth. I sucked it savagely, so savagely that she slapped my face playfully.

"You brute," she said. "You make me come in my pajamas. Come on, let's get in bed quickly."

"Mmmmm…," I said, my mouth being too full of tit flesh to speak distinctly.

I removed the breast with my hand and rubbed it momentarily. Glancing into her blue eyes, I saw the wild lust she had for me. Grinning tensely, I unzipped my pants and she pulled out my stiffened, quivering penis. It was as hard as any rock.

"How very nice," she murmured, her eyes bulging. "I do believe I shall suck you off, Bull baby. Would you mind?"

Of course the sensible thing to have said would have been, "Why naturally, I'd love to have you suck my cock," but I didn't. Instead, I tilted her chin up and said something else. "You mentioned a four-way fuck-fest. That happens to be what I'm interested in, baby." I laughed. "Let's get it started, the four of us, shall we?" I watched her eyes carefully.

"Please, Bull," she whispered. "We can have the fuck-fest later. Right now I'd like to take your whang into my mouth and suck it till it explodes. I seem to be obsessed with wanting to suck you off. Was I ever like this before? This much, I mean?"

I laughed again. "I've seen you when you were damned hot, Jill, but to tell the truth I've never seen you quite like this. Have you been shooting speed? That makes females very hot sometimes, you know."

She raised her hand as if to swear on her word of honor. "So help me, I haven't taken a thing. Nothing but booze, that is. What difference does it make? You have a stiff quivering penis and I have willing lips. Why not let me use them on your whang, baby? Don't you want to blow your wad down my throat?"

"Of course I do, but not here. Let's go to the bedroom."

We were in the bedroom now and she was busy stripping off her pajamas. I pulled off my trousers and shoes and socks but left my shirt on for some reason. I fell back on the bed and she howled like a female wolf as she threw herself on my legs and began to suck my dick hungrily. I could have filled her mouth immediately, but I knew if I did this she would be disappointed, and I liked the act going for as long as I could hold it. She hurt me slightly on several occasions by biting down with her teeth. However, each time and immediately after the biting she would stop it and simply lip my prong. It felt great. I could hear her breathing fast and hard as her head bobbed up and down and I could, of course, feel her sucking action, but I would have liked to see her face, to see my swollen tube jabbing at her mouth. It is an extremely exciting thing to actually witness females doing this to you with the look of wild lust on their faces. There is no wild lust-look as wild as the one seen on a woman's face when she is sucking a prick when she wants to do it, that is.

"Turn around, baby," I murmured, my voice hoarse. "Turn around and let me do it to you." I slapped her butt as l spoke.

"Oh how wonderful, Bull baby. Slap me again. I swear, it nearly made me come."

She turned her body around and I reached for her hips to lower her cunt to my lips easily. Her cunt was hot, even feverish and when I kissed it, running my tongue over and into it, she stiffened her entire body and arched her back at the same time. This pulled her lips away from my dick, which I didn't care for at all. She apparently sensed this, for her body quickly went limp and a moment later I felt her lips kissing my pulsating whang again. Immediately following the kissing bit her lips enveloped me and I felt her go all the way down on my swollen joy-stick. Once again I could have blown off, filling her mouth and throat with thick male juice but held it back. I had the feeling this was going to be one of the greatest sex sessions I had ever known, and as if to accentuate this she moaned and bobbed her head up and down frantically on my cock while at the same time giving me the fuck-motion with her loins. I held my tongue as stiff as I could and let her cunt go about it, to envelope it, release it, lose contact and to make contact again, repeating the enveloping process over and over again. It was as if she were "jacking off" my tongue. Her cunt became more and more moist until it threatened to drown me with its sweet juices and once or twice I had to come up for air, my chin and cheeks dripping her come-juice. All the while she kept on sucking me and it's not bragging to say I could have blown my nuts a half-dozen times, so hot had I become.

Suddenly she stopped. "Isn't this wonderful, Bull? Are you really as hot as you seem to be or is it me?"

Naturally, I had to cease tonguing her box momentarily in order to reply. "I'm hot, baby. Don't talk. Suck."

"All right," she gasped, and as I returned my mouth to her wet box I felt her warm lips go suddenly about my penis. I was caught off guard, so to speak, for the moment her lips enveloped my cock I let go and sprayed her mouth and throat thoroughly. She sucked hard and fast at my cock then and I honey-dipped her frantically, causing her to achieve an orgasm. I could tell she hit the peak by the way she drew her knees up, pressing her cunt fiercely against my mouth, groaning and moaning like a woman should do in such ecstatic moments, and then she suddenly was screaming and pulling my hair like a madwoman. Time after time her body shuddered as I tongued her nub and I think she might have died had I not been forced to cease out of sheer exhaustion. She went limp on me then (for the second time) and it was a full two minutes before either of us spoke.

"Bull," she whispered, "that was the beet ever. My God, I think I had at least four orgasms, each more intense than the previous one. I do believe I could have continued going off all night long if you hadn't stopped."

"I had to," I gasped. "I was pooped. That's twice in one night for me to be pooped. What a woman you are, Jill. You drive a guy damned near crazy with your hotness."

She rolled off me and turned around so that her head was on the pillow beside mine. She kissed me impulsively, wetly. "I wonder if Mary and Jack are having as much of a ball as we have, baby."

"Probably. Mary's very likely sucking his dick for the third or fourth time."

Jill giggled. "Gee, baby, I'd like to sneak up and see her sucking off my husband. It would be like wow, baby." With this she jumped up from the bed and pulled on my arm. "Come on, let's see if we can catch them doing something exciting."

"Come off it, Jill," I told her. "You know that's against the rules. Our rules."

"It wouldn't hurt… just once, would it?" She was pouting now.

I sat up and swung my feet off the bed. My shirt was badly wrinkled, but I didn't care. Pulling on my under shorts, I gestured to her to pull on her pajamas, which she did quickly. I drew on my trousers also and stood in the middle of the room. I found my shoes then and put them on.

Jill looked at me with the large blue eyes of hers, brushed her long, slightly damp (from perspiration) blonde hair out of her eyes and took my hand again.

"We'll be as quiet as can be," she whispered conspiratorially. "We'll sneak up on them and watch what they're doing to each other and then we'll leave without making a sound. Agreed?"

I shrugged. "It's still breaking the rules, Jill, but I have to confess the idea intrigues me. Come on, but remember, if possible, we won't let them know we're there watching them. I'd prefer they didn't know."

"I promise to be very quiet."

"All right, lead the way," I told her. "Remember, let's try not to let them know we're peeking at them." Actually, this idea of hers made me as excited as it did her, but I felt I owed something to Mary and Jack, so I tried to pretend that breaking the rules was offensive to me. It was, in a way, but only in away. I wasn't that much of a stickler for rules. I have nothing against voyeurism. In fact, I rather liked it. I have always thought that everyone did and those people who claimed they didn't were hypocrites. I could be wrong. I often am.