She nearly smothered me at first and it wasn't until I felt hands clawing at her and incidentally pulling her away from my face that I was able to breathe with any degree of certainty. I looked now for the hands that had pulled her away and saw they belonged to Jack. A jealous feeling passed through me but was quickly dispelled when I observed my wife watching me with a steady eye.
Immediately, she came to where Jack and Nora and I were slumped almost in a pile together and promptly proceeded to sit down on Jack's face. He lay back and Mary squatted on him and I could easily assume, by the intense look on her face, that he was tonguing her box and doing a most effective job of it. Mary's eyes began to bulge, she gasped for air and at the same time I saw her place her hands on Jack's head, holding him in position against her crotch. She cried out once or twice and perhaps more than that, but I had no chance to count the cries, for Nora had again straddled me and was attempting to push her cunt halfway down my throat, it appeared. This time she sat in a different manner and didn't threaten to smother me, so I slipped my tongue into her slit and began to scoopy-doo. Scoopy-doo is a fast sideways motion made with the tongue against the little female nub. This nearly drives women mad, it feels so good to them. This time was no exception, if Nora's cries were any indication. She not only cried out but moaned and wriggled her butt about to such an extent I was finally forced to hold her up by the thighs so that she wouldn't again shut off my breath. Now I could dip my tongue into her slit without fear of having her settle down over my face and strangle me.
I didn't hear the knock at the front door. Evidently it came while Nora was sitting on me. Later on, I figured it out this way, not that it makes much difference. Mr. Nolan had come back to the house, and my wife let him in. Nay, dragged him in and unbeknownst to me, practically raped the poor guy on the carpet of the front room not ten feet from where I was enjoying the passionate wetness of Nora Doans' cunt. Someone – I couldn't see who – had taken my cock in her (or his) mouth and was sucking the devil out of it. I blew off quickly and felt Nora having an orgasm a short moment afterward, so I knew, or thought I did, who had sucked me. I pushed her dress away from my face to verify it and sure enough saw Nora bending her head over my erection. She cleaned me off with her mouth, kissed my penis, and replaced it in my pants, zipping me up with great care as if to say "There now, fella, you just hide away for a time, take a short rest and Nora will be back for you. Nora wants to gobble you up eventually." My imagination gave me this. For all I knew she might have been sick and tired of my penis by now, though I doubted this very much.
I glanced away from her and this was the first time I noticed the short, fattish chap on the floor with Mary. She had his pants unzipped and he was breathing very hard as she massaged his penis with her hands, every now and then bending her head to kiss the end of it. Mr. Nolan evidently was receiving the surprise of his life, and I couldn't help smiling as I saw the lust in his eyes equaling the amount in, Mary's. (I tried to remember when Mr. Nolan had entered the room and this was when I decided it must have been while Nora had my face covered with her skirt.) "Oh, my goodness, Mrs. Horton," Mr. Nolan was saying, his face extremely red, his eyes filled with wild lust. "How very delightful it feels, when you kiss the head of it. I wonder if you would mind sucking it?"
Mary grinned and proceeded to gobble his dick immediately.
"Oh, my dear woman, you're destroying me," Mr. Nolan moaned. "Oh… oh… how simply devastating."
For a probable homosexual type – he sounded very pleased that a woman should be going down on him. It was entirely possible that he wasn't a homo, of course.
How would I know what the man really was – I had only seen him twice, both times during the past hour.
"Do you like to have your dick sucked, Mr. Nolan?" Mary was asking him loudly enough for all of us to hear.
"Love it… love it… " he gasped, and began to fuck Mary in the mouth.
What a crazy scene this was. It was scarcely believable. Jill saw me glancing about then and moved over toward me. "Hey, baby," she whispered, and I had no idea of why she was whispering, "I haven't made love with you for it seems like a week. How come this charming schoolteacher gets you all the time lately? Have you forgotten that I'm your swap partner?" She smiled when she spoke, so I knew she wasn't being disagreeable.
I shrugged. "You're still my swap partner, baby," I told her. "But tell me something. When did the fat guy come into the house?" I spoke very softly, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings.
She giggled and moved even closer to me. We were on the floor perhaps twenty feet or more from where Mary and Mr. Nolan were having their session.
"That's Mr. Nolan, the head of the school system. Mary enticed him into the house while you Were busy with-er-one of his underlings." She didn't make the word "underling" sound derogatory.
I laughed softly. "Mary did that? Well, I'll be damned. Must be she wanted some new cock, baby."
"Who doesn't?" Jill cooed in my ear. "I haven't been taken by you in so long that I'll bet even yours would seem like new cock to me. How about it, baby?
Want to try me out again, for old times sake?"
I grinned. "I'm pooped. You'll have to wait awhile I have nothing to offer at the moment."
"Damn it, I'll have to ask Jack then," she said ruefully.
I laughed. Jack is busy. Look at him. Miss Doans has him all wrapped up over in the corner." It was true. Jack was on top of Nora and the two of them were fairly clawing at one another in their urgency.
Jill touched my arm. "This has just got to be the hottest room in town. Did you ever see so much activity of this kind in one room before?" She squeezed my arm now. "Let's add to the activity, baby. Come on. Try. Give Jill some of that thing you have between your legs, baby."
The urgency of her tone of voice caused me to get an erection. "All right," I told her. "Get on your back, baby. I'm coming into you."
"Wait a minute," she said quickly, and pushed against my chest with her hand.
"Look at him, Mr. Nolan. Did you ever see anyone get that red in the face, Bull?"
"Never mind him. You got me stirred up sexually and now you want to… what did you say?" I asked rather stupidly.
"Mr. Nolan – his face is so red. My goodness, look at him, Bull. He's really hot and bothered about Mary sucking his penis."
I didn't look at Mr. Nolan. The hell with Mr. Nolan. Jill had caused me to have an erection when I hadn't thought it possible to get another and now that I wanted to use it in her she was telling me about Mr. Nolan's face. Who cares about Nolan's face?
"Spread your legs, baby," I told her. "I got a big one for you."
"No," she said, pulling away from me and crawling on her hands and knees toward the sofa.
I followed her, my hard-on actually aching to enter her body. "Come on, baby,"
I coaxed. "Don't give me the brush off. Are you angry at me?" There would be nothing unusual about her if she were. She had often been angry at me for one reason or another but concerning nothing very serious in nature. "Hey," I went on, "why are you staring at Nolan and Mary. Do they turn you on or something?"
"His red face," she said. "It disturbs me. I mean, it fascinates me. Why, I don't know. I've just never seen anyone's face become so red. He's really hot and bothered, isn't he? Look at him drooling each time Mary sucks his penis.
Wow."
I glanced at Nolan and took note of the fact that his face was very red.
"Okay," I said. "So he's hot and bothered. So'm I. How about me crawling on top of you? A minute ago you wanted me to."
"I changed my mind. I just want to watch Mr. Nolan. My, he looks odd."
I sighed. "All right. I'll watch him with you if that's all you want to do."
She said nothing.
I glanced at Nora Doans and Jack. "Jill," I said, "have you ever noticed such – a complete change in a person? I'm referring to Nora Doans."
She shrugged. "I'm not the one to ask. I don't really know how she was with you at first. You were with her alone quite a bit, weren't you?"
I nodded my head. "Yes. I keep forgetting. Well, anyhow… she was an entirely different type of woman then. She called me all sorts of names. Said I was a filthy beast. You know, that sort of talk. Idiot talk, mostly. Now she makes no bones about – her desires. Look at her over there with Jack."
Jill laughed. "I'm not concerned about her change in personality or what she's doing. I'm much more interested in that Mr. Nolan. His red face looks like it's going to explode before his penis does. I never saw such a red face, Bull."
I examined her eyes. "Say," I said, "are you sober? Why all the concern about his face being red? Everyone gets a red face now and then."
Turning back to me, she snaked – her hand inside my pants and felt of my penis.
"You're right, baby," she said softly. "Why should it bother me that some fat guy gets red in the face? Say… are you getting a hard-on again?"
"Seems like it, baby. Play with it a little and let's see if it gets real hard."
Jill winked at me and brushed her long blonde hair out of her face almost at the same time. I almost didn't see the wink because of the hair. "Want me to sit down on your lap, baby?" she asked softly. "If your cock's not too hard I can get it in by-sitting on it, you know. I can get it all the way in, I think."
I bowed in mock fashion, as much as one can bow in mock fashion when sitting on the floor. "I would be most happy to have you sit on me and attempt to… "
She giggled, interrupting me. "You're getting harder already," she cried. "Bull Horton, you're the horniest man in this world. Do you ever do anything besides think about fucking and sucking and so on?"
"Certainly I do," I replied. "I not only think about these matters, I participate in the events."
She giggled Again. "Is that what you call them – events?"
I laughed. "Have to call 'em something. Events will do as well as any other – word."
"Look at Mary – the way she's sucking off Mr. Nolan's penis. Do you call what she's doing an event?"
I stopped laughing and glanced sharply at Jill. "What are you talking about, Jill?" I examined her face and eyes carefully. She didn't appear to be unduly high.
She began to laugh. It started out as a giggle and gradually turned into a laugh, almost a hysterical – one. I grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her, but she only shook her head when I tried to ask her if there was something wrong.
I happened to glance at Nolan then. He was lying on the floor and his face, while still red, wasn't nearly as red as it had been. Mary was still sucking his penis, though from what glimpses I could catch of the joy-stick it didn't look to be very hard now. I wondered if he had already blown off in Mary's mouth and if she were trying to get him to go off again.
"Mary," I called across the room to her. "Why not give the guy a rest?"
She glanced up at me and removed Mr. Nolan's cock from her mouth. "This guy hasn't done anything yet. Nothing at all." She looked disgusted with him, but she also bent her head and started to take his cock between her lips again.
Jack was the one who discovered it. That is, he discovered it first. I was hardly aware of what he was doing, but I did see him push Mary away from the newcomer to our group. "Cool it, Mary," he said. "It's no wonder the guy can't go off in your mouth."
Mary looked at him oddly. 'W-what?" she mumbled, her speech thick now, probably from the booze she had drunk.
Jack felt Mr. Nolan's wrist and it was then I knew what had happened, or thought I did. I moved across the room rapidly and felt for a pulse in the man's other wrist. There was none.
"Hey, baby," Jill called to me from across the room. "Come back here and bring the others with you. Let's have one great big six-way swap scene. Everybody suck someone else. Everybody… "
"Jill," I said sharply to my swap partner. "Shut up." She looked – at me oddly.
Nora Doans crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, and titties sticking out of her dress as usual. "What's the matter?" she asked dully.
"Yeah, Bull," Mary said. "What the hell's going on with you and Jack and Mr.
Nolan?"
It was Jack who said it "The reason you couldn't get him to blow off, Mary, the reason his face was so red was probably that he was having a heart attack or a stroke. At any rate, Mr. Nolan is dead."
Everyone got to, his or her feet slowly and arranged his or her clothing. We all looked at, one another.
"The end," Jill said dully. "The end of a great scene."
I stood up straight and looked at each of them. "Jack and I will lay Mr. Nolan on the sofa. You ladies will please pull yourselves together. Mary, take Jill and Nora upstairs and give them something to wear that isn't wrinkled."
"All right, Bull," Mary said, her eyes filled with a strange look. "What else are you going to do?"
I grimaced. "As soon as we get Mr. Nolan on the sofa, I'm calling a doctor for him. After all, none of us can say for certain that he is dead. Only a doctor can do that."
"Then what happens?" Jack asked.
I shrugged. "Then we call the police. What else?"
No one seemed to have a better suggestion, but we all – knew that the swapping was over and none of us would ever be the same again.