Of course the sensible thing to have said would have been, "Why naturally, I'd love to have you suck my cock," but I didn't. Instead, I tilted her chin up and said something else. "You mentioned a four-way fuck-fest. That happens to be what I'm interested in, baby." I laughed. "Let's get it started, the four of us, shall we?" I watched her eyes carefully.
"Please, Bull," she whispered. "We can have the fuck-fest later. Right now I'd like to take your whang into my mouth and suck it till it explodes. I seem to be obsessed with wanting to suck you off. Was I ever like this before? This much, I mean?"
I laughed again. "I've seen you when you were damned hot, Jill, but to tell the truth I've never seen you quite like this. Have you been shooting speed? That makes females very hot sometimes, you know."
She raised her hand as if to swear on her word of honor. "So help me, I haven't taken a thing. Nothing but booze, that is. What difference does it make? You have a stiff quivering penis and I have willing lips. Why not let me use them on your whang, baby? Don't you want to blow your wad down my throat?"
"Of course I do, but not here. Let's go to the bedroom."
We were in the bedroom now and she was busy stripping off her pajamas. I pulled off my trousers and shoes and socks but left my shirt on for some reason. I fell back on the bed and she howled like a female wolf as she threw herself on my legs and began to suck my dick hungrily. I could have filled her mouth immediately, but I knew if I did this she would be disappointed, and I liked the act going for as long as I could hold it. She hurt me slightly on several occasions by biting down with her teeth. However, each time and immediately after the biting she would stop it and simply lip my prong. It felt great. I could hear her breathing fast and hard as her head bobbed up and down and I could, of course, feel her sucking action, but I would have liked to see her face, to see my swollen tube jabbing at her mouth. It is an extremely exciting thing to actually witness females doing this to you with the look of wild lust on their faces. There is no wild lust-look as wild as the one seen on a woman's face when she is sucking a prick when she wants to do it, that is.
"Turn around, baby," I murmured, my voice hoarse. "Turn around and let me do it to you." I slapped her butt as l spoke.
"Oh how wonderful, Bull baby. Slap me again. I swear, it nearly made me come."
She turned her body around and I reached for her hips to lower her cunt to my lips easily. Her cunt was hot, even feverish and when I kissed it, running my tongue over and into it, she stiffened her entire body and arched her back at the same time. This pulled her lips away from my dick, which I didn't care for at all. She apparently sensed this, for her body quickly went limp and a moment later I felt her lips kissing my pulsating whang again. Immediately following the kissing bit her lips enveloped me and I felt her go all the way down on my swollen joy-stick. Once again I could have blown off, filling her mouth and throat with thick male juice but held it back. I had the feeling this was going to be one of the greatest sex sessions I had ever known, and as if to accentuate this she moaned and bobbed her head up and down frantically on my cock while at the same time giving me the fuck-motion with her loins. I held my tongue as stiff as I could and let her cunt go about it, to envelope it, release it, lose contact and to make contact again, repeating the enveloping process over and over again. It was as if she were "jacking off" my tongue. Her cunt became more and more moist until it threatened to drown me with its sweet juices and once or twice I had to come up for air, my chin and cheeks dripping her come-juice. All the while she kept on sucking me and it's not bragging to say I could have blown my nuts a half-dozen times, so hot had I become.
Suddenly she stopped. "Isn't this wonderful, Bull? Are you really as hot as you seem to be or is it me?"
Naturally, I had to cease tonguing her box momentarily in order to reply. "I'm hot, baby. Don't talk. Suck."
"All right," she gasped, and as I returned my mouth to her wet box I felt her warm lips go suddenly about my penis. I was caught off guard, so to speak, for the moment her lips enveloped my cock I let go and sprayed her mouth and throat thoroughly. She sucked hard and fast at my cock then and I honey-dipped her frantically, causing her to achieve an orgasm. I could tell she hit the peak by the way she drew her knees up, pressing her cunt fiercely against my mouth, groaning and moaning like a woman should do in such ecstatic moments, and then she suddenly was screaming and pulling my hair like a madwoman. Time after time her body shuddered as I tongued her nub and I think she might have died had I not been forced to cease out of sheer exhaustion. She went limp on me then (for the second time) and it was a full two minutes before either of us spoke.
"Bull," she whispered, "that was the beet ever. My God, I think I had at least four orgasms, each more intense than the previous one. I do believe I could have continued going off all night long if you hadn't stopped."
"I had to," I gasped. "I was pooped. That's twice in one night for me to be pooped. What a woman you are, Jill. You drive a guy damned near crazy with your hotness."
She rolled off me and turned around so that her head was on the pillow beside mine. She kissed me impulsively, wetly. "I wonder if Mary and Jack are having as much of a ball as we have, baby."
"Probably. Mary's very likely sucking his dick for the third or fourth time."
Jill giggled. "Gee, baby, I'd like to sneak up and see her sucking off my husband. It would be like wow, baby." With this she jumped up from the bed and pulled on my arm. "Come on, let's see if we can catch them doing something exciting."
"Come off it, Jill," I told her. "You know that's against the rules. Our rules."
"It wouldn't hurt… just once, would it?" She was pouting now.
I sat up and swung my feet off the bed. My shirt was badly wrinkled, but I didn't care. Pulling on my under shorts, I gestured to her to pull on her pajamas, which she did quickly. I drew on my trousers also and stood in the middle of the room. I found my shoes then and put them on.
Jill looked at me with the large blue eyes of hers, brushed her long, slightly damp (from perspiration) blonde hair out of her eyes and took my hand again.
"We'll be as quiet as can be," she whispered conspiratorially. "We'll sneak up on them and watch what they're doing to each other and then we'll leave without making a sound. Agreed?"
I shrugged. "It's still breaking the rules, Jill, but I have to confess the idea intrigues me. Come on, but remember, if possible, we won't let them know we're there watching them. I'd prefer they didn't know."
"I promise to be very quiet."
"All right, lead the way," I told her. "Remember, let's try not to let them know we're peeking at them." Actually, this idea of hers made me as excited as it did her, but I felt I owed something to Mary and Jack, so I tried to pretend that breaking the rules was offensive to me. It was, in a way, but only in away. I wasn't that much of a stickler for rules. I have nothing against voyeurism. In fact, I rather liked it. I have always thought that everyone did and those people who claimed they didn't were hypocrites. I could be wrong. I often am.
We crossed the room and went silently down a hallway to the door of the rec room. The door was slightly ajar and I immediately pushed it open a bit more.
We could see Jack and Mary lying naked on the carpet, but alas! they were doing absolutely nothing. Jack looked to be sleeping. I glanced at Jill and saw her make a face. We got out of there and walked back down the hail and into the front room where Jill poured two drinks for us. I sipped mine slowly, but she drained her glass in one fast gulping swallow.
"Get me another, baby, will you?" she asked. She was lying on the sofa now and I got up to make room for her. Getting her the drink, I brought it back and watched her drain the glass again.
"Are you trying to get stoned, Jill?" I asked.
She half-closed her eyes and placed one leg on top of the sofa in a most seductive-looking pose. Her breasts were bared and I knew she was trying to set me up for still another session.
"Hey," I said. "Cool it, baby. How many times have I made you tonight already?"
She opened her eyes wide and giggled, nearly dropping the empty glass, and not answering my question immediately. "Give me another drink, Bull," she coaxed.
"I feel like getting high."
I got her the drink. "You didn't answer my question," I said persistently.
She sat up partway. "Oh… let me see three times… is that about right?"
I laughed. "And you want number four to take place here and now on the sofa.
Right?"
Her eyes were filled with lust just as they had been before. "Right."
I shook my head. "You're going to have to wait awhile. I'm not a machine, Jill, but maybe a couple of fast drinks might help me," I added almost as an afterthought.
She pulled her pajamas down until the pubic hair was visible. "Kiss me, baby," she begged. "Kiss me nice. Please?" Her large blue eyes were beseeching me.
"Did you take something tonight… something that would make you so passionate? I've never seen you so filled with lust. Don't misunderstand. I like it, but, God, baby, you wear a guy out."
"Please… kiss me there. Lick it. Run your tongue around the edges. I swear I'll come quickly if you do."
I put my drink down and leaned over her, kissing her cunt and pretending that it was making me passionate. The truth was, sex was just about the last thing I wanted at the moment, though I knew this lack of interest in it would go away eventually.
"Oh… Bull… baby… there's no one can kiss a cunt like you, honey. Put your tongue in a little… run it over the little you-know-what thing… that'll make me come real quick, I know."
I did as she requested, finding the little button and rubbing my tongue back and forth rapidly on it. She groaned, started to pull my hair, stiffened her body and threw her leg over the back of my neck, turning her body at the same time so that her twat was pressed firmly against my mouth. I increased the speed of my tongue and a minute later she screamed, jerked her body about savagely and nearly pulled my hair out by the roots. Fortunately for my hair, she blew off at that precise moment and this caused her to go limp, which meant she also decreased the pulling of my hair.
"Oh… baby," she groaned for the umpteenth time that night. "You're… so … good… I swear you're driving me right out of my mind tonight."
I gave her cunt one final kiss and straightened up and looked at her lust-filled eyes. I shook my head. "You're one hell of a hot gal tonight, Jill.
I never saw anyone quite like the way you've been so far."
"I guess I'm turning into a nympho, wouldn't you say, Bull?" she cried. "Does that happen to women after they've been married a few years? I mean, does it sound like it makes sense, my turning into a nympho?"
I wiped my lips. Grinning, I patted her butt and replied, "I don't know the answer to that one, Jill. What difference does it make if you've turned into one, are not one, or have always been one? You're you and that's all that matters, really."
She seized my hand and oddly enough kissed the back of it, a gesture I found more than strange. "You have a way of saying things sometimes, Bull baby, that seems to simplify everything. I mean, you have the ability to explain things away so easily."
I grinned. "I wish you would convince Mary of that. Some days I can't explain anything to satisfy her."
"To satisfy her, Bull. I don't understand that." She kissed the back of my hand again.
"I meant to satisfy her mind, Jill. Understand now?"
"Oh… yes… of course. How stupid of me. I swear I've been so hot and bothered with you all evening that my mind is barely functioning."
"Nothing wrong with the functioning of your mind, Jill. It works like mad."
She giggled. "Sure it does, when I want to be kissed off or lipped or fucked."
I laughed. "You speak very bluntly tonight. In fact, you have been far more blunt with me tonight than ever before"
"I suppose it's because I've been so confoundedly hot… and… well… crazy… sort of."
"Don't say that," I told her quickly. "You haven't done one thing that was crazy. You've been beautiful tonight, Jill, the best you've ever been with me."
She put both feet on the floor suddenly and squeezed my hand. "Let's go take a peek at them now," she said, winking at me, and of course meaning Mary and Jack.
I finished off my drink. "Shall I bring along the bottle in case they-er-want us to join them… do you understand me, Jill?"
"Sure I understand you. You're talking about the four-way fuck-fest."
I grinned. "Brother," I said, giving my head a rueful shake. "What a way to put it… but I find it exciting to hear you speak of it in that way."
"It's a four-way flick-feat, so what else could I call it?" she asked, her eyes looking as innocent as a child's. She took my hand again and again surprised me by kissing the back of it.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "What's with all this hand-kissing stuff?"
She giggled and drew off her pajama top and threw it down, her titties now exposed completely and looking very lovely indeed. "You've been so satisfying tonight, Bull. I feel like I'm your love-slave or something."
For some reason this pleased me, but I pretended to brush it off. "Nuts," I said. "You just drank your liquor too fast."
She turned and regarded me with those large blue, lust-filled eyes. "Why don't you have a couple of quick ones, Bull? I'll join you. Then we can take the bottle with us when we go in to spy on Mary and Jack."
I smiled. "I wish you wouldn't call it spying. Makes it sound pretty awful."
"Come on," she urged, paying no attention to my remark. "Have two fast, good-sized drinks. One after the other. I want to see you a bit high, baby."
"I'll have one fast drink, not two. I don't want to get blotto."
"Good," she exclaimed, leaning over to pick up her glass. As she did so her titties brushed my arm and made me as hot as any schoolboy seeing his first pair of breasts. She watched me drain my glass and held out her own, which I solemnly filled but only partially. "Here's to a wild night, the wildest ever," she cried, throwing her head back. She drank her whisky in nothing flat and I had to admit she was able to gulp the stuff faster than I.
We were back at the door of the rec room and peering through the opening at Mary and Jack, who were still on the floor, though they weren't inactive as they had been earlier. To put it bluntly, Jack was on top of my wife and was busily engaged in putting the blocks to her. Both of them were entirely naked and because we stood at Jack's rear we could easily see his cock pumping in and, out of her twat. It caused me to have an immediate erection, one that became so hard so fast I almost cried out from the ache of it. I took Jill's hand and placed it over my quivering tube and heard the quick intake of her breath.
"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…