James Brown - Swap Circle

Mary came back to where I was sitting and shook my arm. "Hey, honey," she cried. "What's the matter with you – you in a trance or something? I've been calling to you. Jill wants to come over… also Jack wants me to go to their house. Jill wanted me to ask if you were in the mood for her?"

I sat up straight and smiled. "Sure I am. Tell her 'yes' definitely." I studied Mary's pretty face. "That is, I'm in the mood if you are, darling. Are you?"

She brushed at her red hair as she so often did when thinking. "Yes, I think I'd like a little of Jack's whang tonight, honey. Okay, I'll tell Jill to come right over. Will that be all right with you, Bull?"

I nodded and turned my attention back to the set.

She went back to the phone, spoke into it briefly, came back to me and kissed me and then went upstairs. Ten minutes later she came back down and kissed me again. "Bye for now, honey," she said. "Jill will be here at any moment, I suppose."

"Have a good time, darling," I told her and kissed her nose.

She was gone from the house then and I continued to look at the television, now and then rubbing my beard to see if I needed a shave or just imagined it.

Finally, I got up and went to the bathroom, leaving the door standing partially open so I could see Jill when she came to the front door, as she generally did.

I shaved quickly but was no more than finished with it when I heard her knocking lightly on the door. I put on my shirt and sprang across the front room to open the door. It was Jill. She stood there smiling at me for a moment, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the house quickly. (There was no point in allowing the neighbors to see her entering the house.) I drew the shades over the windows and stepped back to look at her. She was lovely. Her long blonde hair was parted directly in the middle, somewhat in the manner that the kids do it these days, and it hung down over her shoulders meticulously, encasing her face in a sort of frame. Her large blue eyes were wide open and full of mirth as well as lust. Obviously, she was in a good mood.

"You look great, Jill, I said, and meant it.

"I'm in a real hot, frantic mood, baby," she returned, her eyes burning into mine. "I'm so hot I doubt that even you can satisfy me this time. How about it?

Want to have a go at it, Bull?"

I pretended not to understand her. "Have a go at what, Jill?" Seeing I had left the door standing ajar, I now closed it quickly. "What are you talking about?"

I added for good measure.

She whirled about on one heel like a high-school girl, and when she had made the complete circle, put her arms about my neck and pressed her tummy against mine. Her tummy stuck out and for some reason this reminded me of a female dog in heat, upon seeing a male, thrusting out its twat as if asking the male to enter it quickly. I became hard immediately – there was something so damned wanton about her behavior. I enjoy being with a very wanton type of woman, sometimes. Sometimes? Hell, all of the time. Give me the wanton every time and you can have the nicey-nice girl, though I'm quick to admit that the wanton can bore a guy after a time – but only after a time. Again she pressed her tummy against mine as if begging me without words to stick it into her as far as I could. My rod was very hard now and as I put my hands behind her and pulled on her buttocks, she pressed her tummy against my hard on and moaned.

"God… I'm hot… baby…," she murmured. "Can you think of some different way to give It to me this time?"

I thought for a moment. "How would you like to sit on my lap…?"

She broke in. "I'd like to sit on your free, baby. Oh boy, would I like to sit on your face and rub my cunt across your lips while you tongue me off"

"It seemed to me we did that bit quite a few times last time," I commented dryly. "I thought you wanted to try for something new." I sank down onto a chair and she obligingly straddled me, her dress being forced high on her thighs and revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing panty-hose but the ordinary type of stockings. Seeing her bare flesh above her stockings made me extremely hot and I was ready to sink the shaft in her then and there.

She must have been reading my mind, for she fumbled with my zipper, got it all the way down, and reaching into my pants, grasped my quivering penis with her hand. She pulled it forth and began to jack it in the most maddening way imaginable.

"Hey," I cautioned, "if you don't stop that, I'll blow off all over your clothes."

She glanced at the windows, evidently to see if I had drawn the shades properly and when she noted I had done so, she lifted herself off my lap long enough to pull down her panties. Immediately upon removing them and tossing them aside, she straddled my legs again, and taking my cock in her hand, steered it into her wet cunt as she settled down over me, writhing her hips this way and that until I was in her all the way to the hilt. I could feel a pulse beating inside of her. It was rapid.

"You're very hot, aren't you, Jill?" I asked, knowing, of course, that she was and very much so. "Say something passionate to me, baby."

She kissed my lips wetly, briefly, and proceeded to comply. "Would you mind, sir, if I jacked you off with my cunt. My cunt had a great need to jack off your whang." She held her head to one side much like a puppy dog listening for the voice of its master.

I grinned. "You may indeed jack me off with your cunt, my dear lady. Your cunt, by the way, feels very warm and throbby tonight. Any particular reason for this?"

"You might say, sir," she continued in that same mock vein, "that my cunt is anxious to receive the hot, thick offerings of your honorable prick."

"Whew," I said, strangling with laughter, "what a way to put it. I take it you want the full spray job."

"Yeah, baby, fill me with your gob," she cried, kissing my lips passionately again and this time holding her lips against mine for a long time.

She writhed her hips about and I could feel the tug of her box on my whang. She was actually attempting to jack me off with her cunt. Just thinking about this caused me to release a bit of fluid and when I did so she moaned and kissed my lips wetly.

"Oh… I love the feel of your stuff squirting up me, baby. Squirt some more, a little at a time."

I was about to do exactly that when a loud knock came on the front door. I whispered to Jill to remain quiet until whoever was there would go away. She nodded, but then, womanlike, she spoke. "Who do you suppose it is, baby?"

The knocking had started up again on the door and it continued no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, so finally I told Jill to get up from my lap. When she stood up, my prick, being buried in her box, seemed to follow her for a few inches. I could have brained whoever it was at the door. Probably some damned salesman, or maybe the paper boy come to collect for the papers. I saw Jill scoop up her panties from the floor and put them on hastily while I zipped up my pants, examined the front of them for tell tale spots, saw none, and proceeded toward the door. The knocking had stopped now, but I opened the door a few inches just the same.

There was a girl standing on the porch. She was well-dressed and carried a purse. She looked to be about twenty-one and was decidedly a brunette, a very pretty one, too, I might add.

I smiled at her. "Hello. May I help you?" I sounded like a clerk in a store, but the hell with that. I like to say whatever comes into my head to pretty young girls.

"Hello, sir," she said. "I'm Nora Doans. I'm new in this town and I'm looking for a room, temporarily, that is. I'm one of the new teacher at Hill Elementary School and-er-well, they failed to make any arrangements for me to have an apartment, or even a room for that matter. I… "