James Brown - Swap Circle

"Oh… wonderful… baby… how very hard you are, Bull" She kissed my lips quickly and drew back to stare up into my eyes as her hand massaged my joy-stick. "Why don't you ram it up Jack's asshole, baby? How I should love to see that happen." Her eyes were utterly lust-filled now, more so than ever before. "Please, baby. Ram your wicked whang up his anus. Make him scream for joy even as he fucks your wife, dear Bull."

I stared back at her. "And what will you be doing, my dear Jill?" I asked harshly, for it sounded as if she wanted to enjoy the voyeur thrill all by herself.

She surprised me with her answer. "Me? Why naturally, I'll be sucking your ass, dear Bull. Surely you know that. Wouldn't you like having sexy little me sucking your asshole?" She smiled up at me and squeezed my rock-hard penis savagely. "Or would you prefer to corn-hole me, baby, as you did earlier?"

"I think I'll have a drink from the bottle," I said nervously, and did so, spilling some of the stuff. It ran down my chin and I wiped it off with the back of my hand.

Jill dropped to her knees and began – just as she had done earlier – to kiss my prick and fondle it, running her tongue over the head of it, taking it all the way into her mouth, spitting it out and kissing the head of it again. I nearly blew off then and there.

She stopped and looked upward at me. "Want me to stop them and suggest we make it a four-way fest?" she asked.

"Sure," I said quickly. "Or shall I do it?"

Jill was already patting Jack on the ass hard. He looked up and back at her and grinned, stopping his movement in Mary's cunt momentarily. "Hi, you two," he said. "Doing a little voyeuring, if there is such a word?"

"Honey," Jill said to her husband, "my swap partner and I would like to know if you two would like to engage in a fest?"

It was Mary's turn to speak. "Oh…," she cried. "That'll be wonderful. You don't mind taking it out of me for the moment, do you, Jack darling?" As she spoke she glanced up, winking her eye at me suggestively. For some reason this made me harder than ever.

Jack pulled his whang out of Mary and got to his hands and knees. "Okay," he said, almost as if he were issuing an order. "Everyone's got to be naked first."

Jill and I were naked very soon afterward and both of us, as well as Mary, seemed to have tacitly agreed on allowing Jack to set the pattern. He turned about again and took a look at my erection. He whistled and ran his hand over his own hard-on and whistled again.

"Hey," he said grinning. "If these women weren't here to be gratified, you and I could have a ball all by ourselves, Bull." He winked at each of us in turn as he said this facetiously. Everyone grinned back at him. He scratched his head.

"Now then," he said "anyone have a suggestion as to how we set up the daisy chain?"

Jill and Mary and I exchanged looks quickly and all three of us shook our heads in the negative. "We'll leave the pattern set-up to you, Jack," I said, acting as spokesman.

"First of all everyone sit on the carpet in a circle," he suggested. "Each person must fondle the person to his left." All, of us nodded affirmatively, and each person began to fondle the parts of the person to his left. In my case I stuck my finger up Jill's cunt and she purred like a kitten, while she did the very same thing to Mary, who was at her left. Mary, in turn, jacked away on Jack's prick and he of course, was cuffing my erection and acting very much as though he was enjoying handling my genitals.

"Now then," he cried out to us, "each person must suck the one to his left."

This was no big deal for me, for I had been lipping Jill's box repeatedly, but I could see the lust leap into her eyes as she began to kiss Mary's cunt passionately. Everyone had to lie down on his left side in order to function properly. I saw Mary take Jack's erection between her red lips, saw her close her eyes in ecstasy and begin to suck.

I was the one who received the big surprise. Jack placed his head between my legs and taking my cock into his mouth, began to suck me off as if he had been doing it for years.

I closed my eyes and pretended it was Jill doing the sucking. At first I did, but later I opened them and was astonished to discover that I was having a ball being sucked off by a man. The women began to moan whereas we men did our jobs quietly though no less passionately. The daisy chain continued on and on and the longer it went on, the hotter I became.

"Oh my God," one of the women moaned, "this is terrific. Why didn't we think to try it a long time ago?"

No one bothered to answer the question. I supposed that, like myself, the other two, didn't want to remove their mouths from the genitals they were busily engaged in lipping and sucking. I became hotter and hotter and was almost ready to blow when Jack removed his mouth from my prick and issued his second order.

"All right, everyone… change sides," he barked. "Everyone go to his right."

I felt Jill taking my penis into her mouth, but I had little time to enjoy this, for Jack pulled me down on him and rammed his cock into my mouth. I had never before sucked a cock.

But I did this time.

I sucked it like mad.

That's what the entire scene was…

Like mad…

Funny I should be telling you this now, but my real name isn't Bull Horton. It is Percy Horton. Think that's funny-right? Tell you something. I used to wrestle under my real name-Percy. It was a gimmick thing. I mean I was a pro wrestler. Spent two years at it right after I graduated from college. I have the build for it. I'm six-feet-two inches tall and weigh two hundred ten pounds and I know how to use all that beef. I'm thirty now and probably not as quick on my feet as I was during my pro days, but I can still make it, if it turns out to be necessary. Mary and I, incidentally, had been swapping with Jack and Jill Burns for six months, or possibly longer. Mary and I liked the idea of having sex with other people, of swapping partners with another couple. There is something curiously interesting about this sort of thing – it seems to prevent boredom while at the same time it encourages feelings of contentment and happiness – and isn't this what it's all about? These days I am an arranger of music (having majored in it in college), doing stuff for about a dozen different rock groups about the country (including one in England). I seldom see any of these kids in person, but only on television. They write and tell me what sort of thing they think they might like to try, name the selection, send me a copy of it, and so on. I take it from there, make the arrangement in keeping with the group's particular style, hire a copiest to make the script itself (the individual parts the different instruments play) and after checking it over, send it off to the group in question. There's good money in this if you know your stuff and if you can keep a step or two ahead of other arrangers. (Don't get the idea these kids can't read music – they can. At least, the ones I deal with can.) It's a good sort of job. Your hours are your own – you can go to bed any time you wish and sleep in late, if you want to. You are pretty much your own boss. All you have to be is good. Good and original. This isn't as easy as it might sound. Some days you don't feel like being all that original, but you have your assignment and you do it and do it right… or you get out of the business.

I had all of my assignments done at the moment and there wasn't much to do except indulge in sex with either my wife or Jill. What a gas it was – having two women – two wives, almost. It was much better than sticking to just one woman, much more exciting.

Mary and I were sitting in our front room watching TV one evening a week later when the phone rang. She went to answer it and I remained in front of the set, watching and listening to one of the newer groups I had recently made several arrangements for. The kids did okay on the numbers, but I heard a couple of minor mistakes that were mine and mine alone. I didn't care much for this. It's annoying to make mistakes and have them literally thrown back at you from a TV set.