James Lee Brown

Swap Circle

Chapter 1

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.