James Brown: Swap Circle

My prick was buried deeply in her asshole and she couldn't have moved away from me if she had wanted to, which, I was reasonably certain, she had no wish to do, for I was reaming her steadily, going in all the way to the hilt (causing her to gasp with pleasure from time to time) while gripping her wide hips fiercely. Her name was Jill and she was my friends wife. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't pulling anything on my friend Jack Burns. He had my wife in bed with him this very moment and what he was doing to her I could well imagine. Jack and I, Bull Horton (that's my name), traded partners often. We liked it; our wives liked it. It fulfilled all of us to do it this way. There is nothing so tiresome as being stuck for life with just one sex partner. By the way, my wife's name is Mary. I'm an arranger of music for various groups around the country. You may wonder why they call me "Bull" – my real first name being something quite different (and we won't go into that, either). I used to be a semipro wrestler.

As I was saying, I had my prick buried deeply in Jill's asshole and was stroking her nicely when she hollered suddenly and yanked her butt away from me, breaking contact. I was annoyed at this and started to frown, but she patted my head quickly and explained.

"It hurt terribly, Bill. My goodness, your cock is fat today. Whatever happened to make it grow so large?"

"I don't know. Your asshole inspires me to become bigger and better, I suppose," I replied, half grinning at her, though she could barely see me, being on her hands and knees on the bed with me behind her again ramming it up the shoot but not as far as before.

"Gee, it feels good now, Bull," she cooed. "Please continue with your corn-holing operation." She spread her legs a bit and lowered her head to the pillow, which pushed her asshole upward slightly, making it easier for me to ream her.

"Glad to hear that," I grunted. "When you hollered I thought something terrible was happening."

"Bull," she cried out, her tone of voice almost pleading, "please squirt my asshole full of come. I want you to fill me with the hot goo. She gasped for breath. "Fuck me puppy dog style, baby. Fuck my old ass till it bleeds."

In as much as I already was fucking her ass puppy dog style, it struck me as odd that she should speak of it, to make a request, as it were. I supposed, however, that she was simply talking to excite herself-and me. "Right, baby," I told her, grunting the words. "Wiggle your ass about. Make me hotter." She did so. "Up and down, too," I told her. "Not just sideways."

"But it hurts like hell," she sobbed, surprising me. "This is the first time you've rammed your prick up my ass and I don't know if I can handle all that cock. You're so terribly large, Bull. I do believe I'd prefer it in my cunt.

Would you…?"

"No," I retorted. "You know better than to ask me to change in the middle of it. I'll fuck you in the cunt later. Right now, baby, your asshole is going to take all the hard pounding my joy-stick can give it."

"Oh, you terrible brute, you!" she cried. "You're making my poor little asshole bleed and you couldn't care less."

"Right you are, Jill baby. I couldn't care less. What's more, you couldn't care more, if that makes any sense. You love having your asshole reamed. Don't forget, I've been on top of your lush frame before."

"But you never corn-holed me before, Bull honey. Honestly, it hurts awfully.

Please yank it out of my ass and ram it up my cunt instead. I beg you to."

"You're bringing me down, baby," I said half snarling the words. "Is that what you want – a partner all brought down? I'll bet Mary isn't bringing Jack down.

I… "

"I'm sorry," she broke in. "I take it all back. Keep on fucking my asshole.

I'll stand it. I may even learn to love it, but the pain – the pain is really something else… you're so awfully large this time, dear."

I pulled my cock out of her asshole and wiped it on the sheet. Getting off the bed, I stood on the floor and stared at her. "Think I'll go home, Jill baby," I said flatly. "No. Can't go home. Jack will be reaming Mary. No. Can't go home.

Tell you what. I'll go to a bar for a couple of hours and by that time Jack will be through with Mary, she'll have called here saying they're through for the evening… and… let me see… Oh yes… I'll call you to find out if Mary has called. Okay, Jill baby?" I started to pull on my briefs, for both of us were nude.

She turned over and sat with her arms wrapped about her legs. "You're really angry with me, aren't you, Bull?"

I looked at her briefly. "No. Hell no. I'm not angry. I'm just disgusted."

She looked very contrite. "I'm so sorry dear. I don't know what came over me awhile ago. I guess it was the size of you… I mean, you were so large… well, it hurt me, damn it. You understand that, don't you?" Her big blue eyes flashed and she brushed her long, blonde hair out of her eyes nervously. "Don't you?" she repeated. "Don't you understand?"

"Sure. I know what's wrong. You don't like me tonight. You wish I were somewhere else. I felt that the moment I entered the house earlier." This wasn't quite true; in fact it wasn't true at all – I merely wanted to get a rise out of her.

She bounded off the bed, her titties flopping about excitingly. She had a wonderful body, this woman. Flat tummy, large, firm breasts, not too much hair in the cunt region (I hate a lot of pubic hair, for same reason), but plenty of it on her head. Her hair there was long and very blonde, naturally so; it hung own prettily over her shoulders even now when it should have been in a state of disarray (after all the corn-holing mauling I had been giving her), her eyes were blue, as I have said previously, and very large. When she looked at you it was somewhat like having a child do so. Because of her large eyes, I mean. They were so big and round and… well, damn it, trusting. Jill Burns was no child-she was twenty-six and she and her husband Jack had been swapping partners with my wife Mary and me for more than six months now.

"Hey," she said, "we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot tonight, Bull dear. What say we have a couple of drinks and start all over again?

My prick was still hard, but when she said this something happened to it – it went quickly limp. I glanced down at it, gave it a pull or two, nervously, with my hand and laughed tensely. "See what you've done to me," I told her "No cockee, no funnee."

"Hah," she said. "I know you well enough to know all I have to do is suck it a moment and it'll get harder and bigger than a… a… than anything," she finished, evidently not being able to supply the word she was looking for.

"That's all it takes," she added. "A good suck job."

I scratched my head and smoothed my black hair out of my eyes at the same time.

"Why don't we try it and see. Here's my cock and there's your mouth," I went on, pointing to her lips half in jest. I had taken my cock in my hand and was stroking it gently.

"Hey baby, don't jack that thing off on me, unless it's in my mouth or someplace!" she cried, and ran across the room like a nut. I saw her yank the draperies together over the window and now I understand her sudden move. She was afraid someone might see us through the window. She ran back to me and knelt down in her nudity and kissed my balls feverishly. "Oh, I do wish you'd wash the crap off your dick so I could go down on you, dear," she murmured.

"Crap? What crap?… Oh… from your ass… okay… just hold that pose while I step into the bath… won't take but a moment." I went to the bathroom and quickly washed my prick and dried it. Returning to the bedroom, I saw she wasn't on her knees but was lying across the bed with one leg drawn up and crossed over the other in what could only be described as a very sexy manner.