Tom Thompson and Cindy Smith are a lustful young couple who decide to do a little swapping in order to enhance their relationship. Tom's lifelong friend, June Smithers-married to James Smithers for twenty years-has much the same idea, and seduces Tom on the spur of the moment.
What led up to the passionate seduction scene is unclear, although June has been a mother-figure to Tom for years, ever since he was u child. Her marriage, complete with its habitual fucks, has become boring to her, as have the charity causes and the coffee-drinking with the girls.
June's sexual experience cannot be taken lightly, and she teaches Tom a lot more than he ever knew. During their love-seduction scene, June talks Tom into trying a partner-swap between herself and James, and Tom and June.
The one-night-a-week swap begins, against Cindy's will. Permission was granted from James during an all-night fucking session June held with him. Even though his intellect told him "no," he couldn't keep up his resistance when engaged with such a lovely and experienced cunt as his wife's.
James can hardly control himself when he sees Cindy's lovely young body, and all the lusts of his middle-aged repression flow out onto the bed, as readily and heavily as his cream.
Unfortunately for June, James becomes too interested in Cindy, and the two plot against June, who runs to Tom for help.
Tom, believing himself capable of solving everyone's problems, engages in a plot of his own, and, as far as he knows, carries it out. But there is more to the fleshful foursome than Tom comprehends, and only when he discovers the reality of the relationship between June and Cindy can he understand what swapping has led him to.
CHAPTER ONE
"Hey, thanks, June. You really know how to make a great malted, just like the old days, right?"
Tom Thompson was sitting on the living room sofa in the home of James and June Smithers, very old friends of his, who had always befriended him and treated him as if they were actual relatives-sort of uncle and aunt without portfolio. Only, this time, James was out on business, and it was Tom and June; she had mixed him a malted milk, as she used to do when he was a kid. But. what a difference; this one had more vodka than two martinis, and was one hell of a lot more potent than the inalteds you'd get at the dime store.
June was sipping one too. but very daintily, taking very small sips. Since the weather was rather warm, and since Tom was rather thirsty, he was gulping away at his, as if it brought back memories of his days as a kid.
He was twenty-five now, a tall, strapping fellow with curly dark-brown hair that grew below the nape of his neck, and sideburns right to the bottom of his ears. His face was oval, a good-looking face with burnished brown eyes and a sensuous mouth. He was about six feet tall, and lean where it counted; and, his voice was deep, almost nasally masculine. He was a lot of man for twenty-five.
He had a lot of cock, too, almost eight swinging inches when he really got it going, with a head the size of a golf ball and just about as tough.
Right now, he was feeling it, too; that is, his cock was starting to erect, and he couldn't quite figure out why. The vodka in the malted had something to do with it-he could barely taste it. concealed by the thick strawberry flavor, so he didn't really know-and maybe the way June was sitting, cross-legged, across from him on a lounge chair, her skirt hiked up so that he could see most of her thighs.
"Would you like another one, Tom?" she said, her voice soft, almost as purring as a cat.
"Huh? Oh, sure, I guess so."
She stood up, and went into the kitchen to make him another vodka malted. He watched her walk past him, her well-curved buttocks swaying gently, as if blown by a summer breeze.
He couldn't help but notice her long, tapered dancer's legs, perfectly proportioned, her slim, elegant body moving in perfect coordination, and, of course, her bounteous breastworks, like two luscious cantaloupes concealed beneath her dress but quite in evidence, and looking as if they wanted some squeezing.
She was forty, but well-preserved, with only a few faint lines of crow's-feet at the corners of her eyes. She was about five-seven but very lightweight, with a trim waist and slim body. Her face was as round and sometimes as innocent-looking-as that of a little girl, and her pouting, thick-lipped mouth and her brilliant blue eyes were two of her outstanding features.
She was a dark blonde, her hair cut short around her ears and neck; but, there was nothing masculine about her, no, not at all.
When she returned with another malted for Tom, she couldn't help but notice that the silhouette of his prick was outlined like a bas-relief against his pants. She smiled, licking her lips, as if she'd planned something like that. She handed him his malted, making sure that their hands touched. She scraped her fingernails against the top of his hand; he got so excited he almost dropped the drink.
She smiled, as he reddened; she made sure he had the drink in a good grip. Then, this time, she sat down on the couch besides him. She could feel her own internal organs stirring, her own pussy juices beginning to dampen her inside.
"Thanks, June," Tom said, taking a good gulp of his malted. "You still know how to make a great malted, that's for sure." He paused, gulping some more down. "You make better drinks than any bartender I know, and they're a lot more healthy, too."
"I'm glad you like my concoctions, Tom," she said, pleasantly. She added, "How are you and Cindy getting along these days: Everything all right in your little love nest?"
Tom laughed. June was always joking, and he knew that he could talk to her like a "buddy" any time. He was glad that she was as open-minded as she was, and in general approved of most of his decisions in the running of his life. Especially his taking that job with the company he was working for as a management trainee.
It was a little less money than others had offered; but, the training program was so superb that, if he quit right after finishing the program, he'd be snapped up by half a dozen other firms easily, at much more money, too, than they would have offered him before he got into the training program. And, of course, if he stayed with his present firm, he'd get a good raise upon completing the program. He'd made a good move.
But, June wasn't talking about his job. She was talking about his girl, the one he'd been living with for the past year. Some people hadn't approved of such a move; but June, as she had said to him once before, believed "If you and Cindy are loving together, you may as well be living together, too."
Tom replied, "She's just fine, thanks." He smiled, and winked, as he added, "She's not pregnant yet, anyway."
"I would hope not," June said, placing her hand on his thigh, her fingers quickly touching his prick-beneath his pants-and just as quickly moving away.
Again, Tom almost spilled his drink.
If he hadn't known June as long as he had, he would almost think she was trying to tease him, to get him all hot and bothered. But, no, not June; she'd touched him, fondled him, many times before. She was a friend, an "aunt," a lady he respected far too much to think about fucking.
Except . ...
As his prick began to become almost completely erect, due to her touch and the vodka's kick, that was exactly what he was suddenly thinking about.
He coughed, several times.
She patted him on the back, to help him relieve his coughing. At the same time, her other hand did the same with his prick. Though still safely stuck inside his pants, his prick was reacting as if it wanted to fuck something. And, June's sudden, and strange, touches weren't helping conditions, either.
He was starting to sweat, and he could feel beads of perspiration standing out on his forehead. He could barely believe it; she was getting him sexually aroused. June Smithers, a forty-year-old broad-of all people.
"I think-I better to-to the bathroom-"
"Why, Tom, what on earth for? Here, let June make you more comfortable."
Before he could stop her, she'd pulled his shirt half-off, unbuttoning it all the way down front. Then, carefully shifting his glass from one hand to the other, she got his shirt completely off, revealing his thick curls of chest hairs. She managed to rub her elbow against his prick a few times, too, so that it was sheer luck he didn't spill his vodka malted all over both of them.
She began to play with his chest hairs, and, at the same time, she began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. By now, he was feeling the effect of the three vodka malteds she'd fed him, so he wasn't in much of a position to resist.
And, matter-of-fact, as he looked into June's eyes and felt her tender touch, he didn't mind too much, really. It was almost friendly-like a "relative" fondling him-Cindy shouldn't mind, either if he didn't.
He had to admit there was something about an older woman especially June-he did admire. Her experience, her sophistication; qualities like that.
So, he wasn't so surprised when she kissed him.
French-kissed him.
Her lips clamped upon his, her tongue streaked through his teeth and tangled with his tongue. Her tongue was like a striking snake, and he could feel its pinkish warmth probing inside his mouth. He responded accordingly.
And, his hands suddenly found themselves unzipping her dress and unsnapping her bra.
Her breasts, their elegant nipples erect, their cantilevered curves fully as large as he'd always thought they would be-36C, no less-felt warm and passionate against his chest, as she pressed ever closer to him. He kissed her back, forcing her tongue back into her mouth; then, he began to ream her mouth with his tongue, in a tit-for-tat sort of maneuver, and he could easily feel her warm lips responding and her body becoming warm and passionate toward him.
Then. ...
She got her hand on his prick.
She pulled his pants down, and his shorts, so that they were both half off and hung around his knees. It was an awkward situation for him, so he raised his legs and shook them all the way off-he'd taken off his shoes earlier, so they slipped right off-leaving him stark naked, except for his socks, which he was still wearing.
She had a tender touch, but a firm one, with his prick, and he was really surprised the way she was fondling it, and the way she was using her fingernails so that they stimulated, but didn't hurt, his instrument. Cindy was beautiful, but she didn't have a touch like this, he thought.
Abruptly, she stopped kissing him.
As she withdrew her mouth from his, his eyes looked question marks into hers. She smiled, licking her lips, pouting at him; then, she dropped her head into his crotch, and she got her lips around his prick.
She drew it into her mouth like a candy cane, all of it, so swiftly and professionally that he was surprised. As she began to suck his cock, her tongue licking at the foreskin, he began to fondle her hair and her breasts, and he could feel her mouth movements responding to every bit of his touch. She was no "maiden aunt," that was for sure. And, if he had had any hesitations before about fucking his long-time "friend," he had none now.
No-he was too fucking hot to stop, too far advanced in his sexual stimulation to cease.
Which was, of course, exactly what she wanted.
And, exactly as she had planned it. Though, that he didn't know, even though he might have, by now, suspected something like that.
As she sucked his cock, he could feel his sperm rising, his testicles tightening in the safety of their scrotum. Wow, she was really turning him on!
She stopped sucking his cock.
She had felt that it was too close to the edge, and she wanted him to come inside her cunt, not her mouth. She released his cock, removing her moist mouth, and kissed him on the lips again.
He could almost taste a drop or two of his own sperm.
He kissed her on the breasts, his teeth nicking each nipple as he did so. She shuddered at his touch, and she was pleased to see that he knew how to use his teeth to turn her on without hurting her.
When he was finished licking and kissing her breasts, she positioned herself into a corner of the couch, spreading her legs wide, revealing the pinkish membranes of her open pussy. Her pubic hairs were tangled and wet, her clit protruding erectly toward him like a beckoning finger, her cunt lips small and inviting.
He buried his mouth in her bush, and his teeth tickled her clit, his tongue licked inside her cunt; she was practically screaming with passion now. She had started it, but, from the way he was working out, he was going to finish it.
When he could feel her pussy juice almost ready to pour right out of her cunt, he pulled his head back, licked his lips, and kissed her on the mouth. This time, she tasted her own juice, and she felt her pussy palpitate in appreciation for his sexual creativity in so doing.
Now. ...
She took his prick in her hand, and, pulling him forward, guided it inside her pussy.
She had a tight cunt, even for a woman of her age, and he was surprised to feel his cock sliding in slowly, inch by inch, while her muscles gripped it like a fighter's handshake. When he was finally all the way inside, her breasts were crushing his chest, and she started to french him again, her tongue a red-hot poker in his mouth.
He began to drive his cock into her cunt, feeling her body back up against the couch, as his rhythms became fast and supple. He humped and pumped her, and she did it right back to him, her pussy membranes wet as a whirlpool, sucking him further inside her, until his aching prick could stand it no longer.
He came.
He came, just as she started for her first orgasm. He was a little too quick, but he was fucking her good and strong, as her pussy juice poured out and her muscles nearly wrenched his prick from its roots. He had never felt a cunt with a grip like that before, and he was so surprised that his prick didn't go limp until she was into her second orgasm.
And, her third, and forth.
He managed to mumble, "Hey, I've only got one cock. Don't rip it off-"
She gurgled, "Listen, Tom, I'll get you hard again, you aren't getting away with just fucking me once, you know. You're going to keep on fucking me until I let you go, do you understand?"
She had, it seemed, really started something.
And, it also seemed-as he felt his prick becoming stiff again, her muscles really worked it over-that he was going along for the ride-no matter where it led.
CHAPTER TWO
James Smithers was sitting in his office, dictating a letter to his secretary, when his desk phone rang. Since his secretary was not in a position to answer it, he picked it up himself.
"Smithers here."
"I'm sure you're there, dear. You're certainly not here at home with me, that's for sure."
He coughed, and not just from the long black cigar he was smoking. It was partially surprise, for his wife rarely called him at the office unless something important was on her mind. And, partially because he may have felt a twinge of guilt, since his secretary was sitting in his lap while taking the dictation.
Nothing wrong with that, of course. He was treating her more like an uncle than a boss, that's all. Giving her a sort of personal touch.
Still, he wanted to keep the conversation with his wife as brief as possible.
"June, you know I'm always glad to hear from you, but I am rather busy at the moment. Is there anything in particular you wish to discuss?"
"Oh, nothing special, dear. Just that I'm serving you your favorite dinner tonight, that's all." Pause. "I just thought you'd like to know, it would give you something to look forward to. Now, you have a nice day, dear, and don't work too hard. Bye-bye."
He hung up the phone, and turned to his secretary. He said, his voice a bit more high-pitched, more falsetto than usual, 'That will be all for now, Miss Markham."
She smiled, and got off his lap, doing it in such a way that the contours of her buttocks connected with the extremities of his genitals. He could feel his prick beginning to rise before she was even out the door.
He went back to smoking his cigar, punctuated with an occasional sigh.
He was 45, and beginning to look it; his forehead wrinkles had attained a near-permanent crease, and he was getting a pronounced stomach bulge, though not excessively so, yet just enough of a paunch so that others were starting to notice. He wore round, dark-rimmed glasses, which gave his round, pleasant face a sort of professorial appearance. He was an inch shorter than his wife, but walked quite erect, so that most people wouldn't notice. His hair was dark brown and combed straight back; his eyes were also brown, and could be described as either limpid or watery, depending on the person who was doing the describing.
In short, he was a middle-aged executive, and certainly looked the part.
He finished his cigar, and went back to work. He had planned to stay overtime for an hour or two, but not now, not with his favorite meal being prepared for this evening. It gave him something to look forward to; besides fucking his wife, that is. Which, in itself, was still pretty good; yet, there were times when he wished for a change, wanted to try something a bit younger . ...
"Well, fuck it-back to work."
He left the office in time to stop at a nearby cocktail lounge and put away a very dry martini. Just one for the road, he told himself; one double martini.
He drove home, arriving just before six o'clock.
When he walked in the front door, he wasn't too surprised to see his wife wearing a pink peignoir that was open enough to reveal considerable cleavage. He was, however, surprised at the ardor with which she kissed him, her tongue darting inside his mouth and reaming it out nicely, her lips sucking his like a vacuum cleaner.
And, of course, her crotch rubbing wildly against his, giving him the beginnings of a good-sized hard-on.
Well, he didn't mind. Not at all.
She made him take off his coat and tie, and brought him his favorite smoking jacket-and a triple martini to drink. On top of the double he'd just consumed, he could feel the booze start flowing through his system. He leaned back in his favorite chair, smoking a cigar, relaxing his muscles, and wondering if June was going to be especially good in bed this evening.
Soon, dinner was ready, and he went to the dining room, where she had candlelight, their best silverware, imported china dishes-the works.
She served him sour cucumber soup, to start. After the martinis, the soup almost put a permanent pucker in his mouth.
Then, for a salad, jello with whipped cream on top of fresh green lettuce.
The main course was veal scaloppini, very light and tasty. He licked his lips greedily as he devoured the meal; whatever else one might say about June, she was a damned good cook, no question about that.
Dessert was chocolate pie, but he only had one piece. He was worried about his weight, especially after the martinis and all the wine he had put away during dinner.
The meal over, he retired to the living room again, letting his belt out two notches, and lit up another cigar. He wondered if his wife had something on her mind, something new she wanted some money for; that was usually why she went to such extremes in preparing such a gourmet repast, he assumed.
He assumed right.
She came over to him and slouched halfway into his chair, letting her boobs hang out of the peignoir just a few inches from his wide-open eyes. She tongued him in the ear, first whispering, "James, let's go right to bed, I feel so sexy this evening, shall we?"
He didn't have to say a word; he could feel his prick respond by starting to rise.
His prick wasn't as long as he would have liked it to be, but it was wide, almost as wide as a fighting fish, and once it got inside a woman's cunt it was a fighting member indeed. He was still vigorous for a man his age, so he nodded in agreement, and when she was finished with his cars, he said, "Why don't you go to bed first, honey, and I'll be up in a few minutes? As soon as I finish my cigar."
Smiling, she plucked the cigar from his hand and placed it between her cunt lips. He almost pissed his pants when he saw her manipulate her vaginal muscles so that her cunt seemed to be actually smoking his cigar. After a few moments, she returned the cigar to his mouth, and he could taste the aroma of her pussy juice. No doubt about it; her pussy was wet and sticky.
"Don't be too long, dear," she said, swaying and shaking her ass provocatively at him as she departed.
He leaned back in his chair, taking deep puffs from his cigar. No doubt about it; she had his balls in an uproar, she really wanted to be fucked tonight. Well ... he wouldn't disappoint her.
When he had finished his cigar, he went directly to the bedroom. He noticed that she was in bed, the covers pulled up to her breasts, the latter showing, fine and firm, the nipples taut with excitement. He took off the rest of his clothes, and hung them up in the closet. He was not surprised to notice that his prick was just about all the way erect, either.
He sniffed the air. She was burning incense in the bedroom. How romantic, if not aromatic.
He climbed in bed with her.
She placed a hand around his cock, and squeezed it. He said. "Careful, honey, don't squeeze the seeds out until it's in its proper place."
"Don't worry, dear, that's where it's going to go right now."
"Oh, honey
"That reminds me, dear. Please eat me first. I think you'll find it a nice surprise."
He moved himself so as to be in a position to eat her pussy, lie smelled something different, even before he p.ut his mouth against her cunt lips and his tongue into her cunt.
He wasn't quite sure, until he tasted it. Then, he licked his lips, savoring the flavor. It was honey.
She had filled her pussy with wild honey, and he was wild about honey, all right.
He began to lick lovingly, swallowing the stuff in great gulps. As he did so, he could hear her talking to him. She said, "James, do you believe that variety is the spice of life, as someone once said?"
He was too busy eating the honey in her pussy to reply, but she went right on, as if he'd already answered her.
"I think even old married folks like us should have a little variety in our lives, James. I mean, we should consider some sexual variety, for example. ... "
He almost choked on her words-and the honey, too. What the fuck was she leading up to, he wondered? He waited for his phlegm and honey to go down his throat before he went back to eating her again.
"I was thinking of Tom Thompson, he's been so nice to me over the years. ... "
This time, James really started coughing, so much so that June had to slap him on the back several times and say, "Are you all right, James? You shouldn't eat so fast, take your time." She paused, then continued, "As I was saying, Tom Thompson has this nice girl friend-you know her, Cindy Smith, that sexy little redhead-"
This time, James took his time about swallowing the honey. He smiled; he remembered Cindy, all right. The little cunt always gave him a hard-on he had the toughest time getting down. He wasn't sure what kind of an angle June was playing for, but if Cindy was involved-well, maybe he might consider this strange spiel she was going into-matter-of-fact, he wouldn't mind some variety in his sex life at all-Good thing, though, she brought it up first. Now, that would put her in a position so that she could hardly accuse him of adultery if he wanted to play around himself.
He finished eating the honey as she said, "What do you think, James? Should we try a bit of 'swinging,' I believe they call it? Say-once a week to start?"
He pulled his head away from her snatch-there was honey all over her thick pubic hairs, and her pussy juice had also started to churn-and, getting back into position, he kissed her full on the lips, so that she could taste the honey and her own pussy juice.
Her tongue zapped out and touched his, and she licked happily away. From the way she had turned him on, she was feeling pretty sure of herself. Of course, she hadn't discussed the matter of Cindy yet; at least, not with that young lady herself. That was for Tom to take care of.
As her husband kept kissing her, she moved her haunches so that his cock was now directly over her cunt. She got his cock to rub against her clit first, and she could feel those familiar thrills going through herself. As her body began to vibrate, she pulled him closer, her arms around his neck, breasts crushing the hair on his chest.
He was really feeling like fucking, as he got his cock against her cunt lips. She immediately spread her legs wide, and her cunt lips popped open and into position.
He dropped his cock inside.
It slid straight in, in one continuous motion, as her cunt opened itself up wide for his entrance. She really liked the width, the way his cock stretched her cunt open to its limits. Yet, on the other hand, with Tom's cock, she remembered, it was so long that it was pushing practically against her womb, giving her an entirely different feeling.
She was going to like that feeling, too.
Because Tom not only fucked her differently, he was also much more vigorous, due to his youth. She remembered the song about friends turning into lovers. She started to hum the melody as her husband started to hump her.
He began to move himself, up and down, in and around. Her juices were flowing freely now, and she could feel his cock stretching her cunt. It hadn't been a bad marriage, but it had been getting boring lately, because that was the only way and the only position her husband really liked.
No more; time for a change. As he continued fucking her, she could see Tom's smooth young face in her mind's eye. She began to pretend that it was Tom, not James, who was fucking her.
"James, do you agree?"
He mumbled something; he was too busy fucking to be listening to what she was talking about.
But, she insisted, saying, in a louder tone, "James, shall I see what Cindy says? If she is agreeable, is that all right with you?"
"Huhh? What about-Cindy-fuck Cindy."
"That's exactly what I mean, dear. Is that all right with you?"
"Ummm-yeah, sure-whatever you say, June-whatever your little cunt desires-"
She was well into orgasm now, and she was satisfied at what he had said. She began to envision Tom in her mind, turning him naked, seeing him in living and loving color, his cock long and strong, his muscles rippling. Oh, how she looked forward to fucking him again-she had really turned him on that first time-she was sure she knew much more about fucking than that child Cindy-Yes-she could easily handle Tom-whether James could take care of Cindy-was another matter-
And, if he couldn't-why, that would just be his tough luck, that's all. She'd still be fucking Tom, and she'd still stay married to James. The best of both worlds, that's what she wanted-and that's what she would be getting, of that she was sure.
She was sometimes amazed how well she could control her mind; that is, how she could be running a variety of thoughts through her head while in the midst of one orgasm after another. She supposed it was her superior mental discipline that allowed her to do that. Brains before body; but, body when fucking, too.
As she felt her body squirming and wriggling under the influence of sex, her pussy juice pouring out from her vagina and drenching her crotch, she could feel her husband's cock, like a blackjack, writhing inside her cunt. He knew she was really letting it loose, and she knew he was, as usual, having his troubles trying to come as long and as strong as she liked.
She concentrated her vaginal muscles on really working over his cock. Finally, at long last, he came.
He came in a series of spurts, like a string of firecrackers going off. She felt him explode inside her, and she came that much more quickly as he did so. He felt her flowing, practically drowning him in her thick, sweet come.
He kept on coming himself, feeling the pleasure of release, as his sticky sperm spurted into her palpitating pussy. He could vaguely hear her saying, "Now, think of me when you're fucking Cindy, James, do you hear? Do you understand? We can both use some variety in our love life, James, don't you agree?" Cindy-He began to think of Cindy, as he kept right on coming, blasting his sperm into her. Not a bad idea-he was glad June had suggested it-once a week, she said-yes-that might be nice-fucking Cindy-Cindy-While, at this same time, Cindy herself, the subject of their "discussion," was indeed fucking and being fucked. By Tom, of course.
In their small, two-room apartment on the other side of town, where they lived together.
Cindy had a secretarial job downtown, so the two of them could easily afford the place. In fact, they could have afforded something better, but Cindy liked to save her money, so they were banking more than they were spending. She didn't want much material stuff, for the moment; she'd rather have the security of money in the bank.
And, the equally pleasurable security of a cock in her cunt.
This way, it was like being married. Only, she could leave any time she wanted, with no legal hassles; her money in the bank guaranteed her that. Of course, she dug Tom, she loved fucking him and having him fuck her; so, at the moment, she liked things the way they were.
That was Tom's trouble.
Because he was trying to persuade her otherwise.
They were in the small bedroom, so small that the mattress they had dropped directly on the floor took up most of the floor space. The FM radio was on, tuned to a local rock station, and the music was sounding fine as Tom lie beside her, touching her tits and stroking her hair, occasionally dropping his hand to tweak her clit or pat her cunt lips.
Cindy was one of those short girls with long legs who look great in hot pants. She was only five-three, her weight was proportional and her curves were well-placed; yet, she had a nice set of boobs, too, 35B thrusting for a C-cup, two tapered cones that always thrust forward as if a pair of six-guns held by an aggressive cowgirl.
Her face was babyish, with soft features and pale blue eyes; not surprising, considering she was only 20. She had hair the color of country plums, a ripe, rich red shade that hung almost all the way down to her waist. She spoke in a soft, quiet voice, slowly and carefully, so that men had to lean close and listen carefully or they might miss what she was saying.
She did that latter bit on purpose; it always got men interested, and once they got that close, they usually stayed close.
like Tom.
Lying right next to her, his voice persuasive, as he stroked her breasts and said, "Cindy, you ought to give it a try, at least. I mean, as a favor to me-"
"Favor to you?"
"Sure. The Smithers are old friends of mine, and June said that James needed a change of pace-"
"Oh? Since when am I supposed to be some sort of suitcase that you can loan out to your friends to carry their clothes in, or something? Am I supposed to be a rent-a-girl for all your friends to fuck-"
"That's not what I meant, Cindy!" He was getting angry, he was almost shouting. But, he had tasted of June's offerings, and he was beginning to think there were many valid points for June's suggestions. Not the least being June's vast sexual experience, as far as he was concerned.
Sure, he'd loved living with Cindy for the past year. But, she was just a kid, in so many ways. Sure, nice in bed, but still immature. He could really learn from June, really pick up lots of sexual knowledge that he could later apply to Cindy, teach her what's what. Older women had some advantages, especially sexually.
And, June didn't look too fucking old to begin with, either. Besides, they were such old friends-what harm could there be with old friends helping each other out?
She had really turned Tom on, June had.
But, he felt sufficient loyalty to Cindy to try and explain the situation to her. Especially since June had insisted on setting things up that way, to keep friction at a minimum. To keep James happy, as she'd said, and so as not to shake up young Cindy too much, either.
"Look, Cindy, I want you to just try it once or twice, see how it works out-do it as a personal favor to me-I mean, nothing personal with this guy Smithers-"
"Oh? I'm supposed to fuck him, and you say it's nothing personal? I mean, how much more personal car you get?"
He could see that he was getting nowhere with her, by this method of persuasion.
Maybe he should get her much more sexually aroused; then, under the influence of him fucking her, he could probably persuade her better to go along with the scheme.
Especially since he really wanted to fuck June again, as soon as he could. And, she had said, "When Cindy fucks my husband, then we'll make it again. But-not before, Tom-not one fucking second before."
And, knowing June well enough, that was that.
"Besides," Cindy continued, "He's such an old guy, isn't he? I mean, it would be like fucking my father! He's a middle-aged old man-and I love you, Tom, damn you and your weird ideas!"
"That's nice to know, Cindy," he said, noncommitally. "But, if you really loved me, you'd do this little thing for me-"
"This little thing?" Her voice rose into the stratosphere, as her indignation mounted. "You call fucking some old friend of yours a little thing? Suppose I went out on the street and sold myself to the first guy who came along? That would be a big thing, I suppose?"
He slapped her.
She cringed, as his palm connected with her cheek. She could feel the skin turning red. She started to cry.
"There now, Cindy, everything's going to be all right, I'm sorry, I just wanted you to understand some things," he said, soothingly, his voice becoming as smooth and unctuous as a disc jockey delivering a commercial.
And, at the same time, he began to stroke her breasts, his thumb tweaking her nipples, his fingers squeezing into those soft round mounds. With his other hand, he stroked her hair, feeling the fineness of her hair between his fingers, feeling her body begin to respond again to his touch, listening to her breathing become faster and more passionate.
She began to shudder, not entirely in passion. She dreaded the idea of fucking anybody else besides Tom. Especially some dirty old man, some member of the other generation. She couldn't figure out how Tom had got himself into such a situation.
Tom had, of course, told her that part of the bargain required him to make it with June. But, he had glossed over that so quickly, made it seem more like a favor he was doing for an old friend, that she hadn't really caught all the implications involved. To her, it seemed more like she was going to have to fuck some old fart, than Tom was equally committed to making it with the old fart's wife.
And. that was the way Tom wanted it, too.
Let her know he'd be fucking June, but not remind Cindy of that fact too much. Let her get all wrapped up and worried about fucking James, while he made it with lime and learned-and enjoyed-that much more.
It would all work out for the best. It would be a good education for all of them. And, from what June had showed him so far, it would be a lot of fun, too.
Tom began to stroke Cindy's clit.
She had a tiny clit, but it was quite responsive, and it was now erecting quite quickly, under the expert tutelage of his fondling fingers. At the same time, other fingers were touching her cunt lips, noticing the wetness and the responsiveness involved.
She herself could feel her juices stirring inside her, could feel her vaginal muscles begin to expand and contract, in expectation of shortly receiving Tom's cock.
Tom dipped his forefinger into Cindy's cunt.
It was wet, all right; his finger began to massage her membranes, and she began to respond. He could hear her whimpering and sighing, almost crying, and he could feel her body trembling, as she could feel his finger penetrating into those moist membranes.
He leaned over, and kissed her on the lips, using plenty of tongue. She responded passionately, her tongue rising to meet his. He began to ream her mouth, doing it slowly, but with strength, building up the intensity, making her really respond to him.
Then, after some more mouth work, he slipped his head around and started to tongue her in the ear. She really loved that; it always felt like he was fucking her there, and she loved
CHAPTER THREE
"James," she said, running the word along her tongue like a new taste treat. "You're the first guy who didn't want to be called Jim. I mean, everybody I ever met before whose name was James always wanted to be called Jim."
"Well, that was them, not me. You see," he explained, "there were some kings of England several hundred years ago who went by the name of James. They were good rulers, all of them; today, you might even call them executives-"he stressed that last word-"and, as an executive myself, I identify with them. Thus, it's James for me-not Jim."
Cindy Smith and James Smithers.
Having their first evening together.
Cindy had only agreed on a "trial" basis; that is, one night to start, and if she simply didn't dig it, that would be that. When Tom had transmitted this requirement to June, she'd laughed, and said, "Don't worry, if I know James, he'll change her mind. He can be quite persuasive, and I've got him plenty interested in seeing what Cindy can do to give him variety."
Tom thought: yeah, if he's half as persuasive as you, baby, he just might be able to swing it.
James was swinging it, all right.
Swinging his cock, but safely inside his athletic supporter. He didn't want to scare Cindy off.
But, he could feel his prick growing, widening like a shovel ready to dig into some dirt. They were in Tom's apartment-Tom having taken off earlier, for a rendezvous with June; but, not in the Smithers home, for that would be pushing it a bit too much-but James had parked his car several blocks away and disguised himself, covering his face, so that nobody would ever recognize him. He took no chances.
In fact, he was feeling, in some ways, almost as guilty as Cindy was feeling. It was sort of a new experience for him, too. He hadn't been one for playing around before. Oh, sure, he talked a lot about it, and liked looking at all the young cunt around his office; but, as for doing anything about it, no thanks. Until now.
He watched Cindy sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed, her miniskirt so short he could almost see right up her thighs and into her crotch. He liked the way her hair hung so loosely over her shoulders and down her back, the way it swung so freely every time she turned her head. He had to admit, she was one sexy young cunt.
As for Cindy's feelings, she was feeling a bit strangely about having this strange man in her apartment, and not having Tom around, either. Yet, in some ways, she thought, he did look rather distinguished, and he was certainly interesting to talk to, he'd been around and knew a lot about the world. It was-well, sort of fatherly-so far-
"Well-James-would you like another drink?"
"Why-sure, Cindy, thanks, I could use one."
He was drinking Scotch and water. She was drinking Scotch on the rocks. She figured that the more booze she poured into her, the better she would be able to go through with this thing. And, anyway, he was polite; he hadn't even touched her or made any sexy remark, or been out of order in the slightest. She guessed that must be due to his maturity.
She poured him another drink, and practically filled her own glass with booze. He noticed that, and said, "Say, I hope you can handle all of that. I don't want you getting drunk on my account."
She laughed, and said, "Don't worry, I'm like a sieve, it just goes right through me and doesn't bother me a bit."
She thought it was nice of him to be so concerned. It gave her a surprisingly warm feeling in her cunt; she could even feel her nipples erecting. But, then, she was thinking of Tom so much while she was talking to James, that it really wasn't so surprising.
Yet-he was nice, much nicer than she'd thought, in his own older way.
And, she was starting to feel the Scotch. She was getting drowsy, almost sleepy; and, since he hadn't even broached the idea of going to bed at all. she sort of figured she should do it for him, go about it easy but efficiently-and get the thing over with.
"How do you feel about fucking, James?"
He stopped his glass in mid-air to stare at her. Her eyes were warm and inviting, but not mocking or malicious; her voice seemed genuinely concerned, not playing smartass with him.
Still, it was startling, to hear such words from so young a girl. But then, he was forgetting how fast young girls grew up these days.
He coughed a few times, and managed to get a couple strong sips of Scotch down his throat before he replied, "Well-I guess I feel pretty good about it, at my age. At least, put it this way-" He winked at her, as if they were sharing some kind of secret. "-I can still get it up and out-and in, which is where it really counts, isn't it?"
She laughed. He was a funny guy, some of the time. Maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as she thought.
"How do you feel about fucking someone about half your age?"
He blanched, and had to really gulp down a couple of fast ones. She reddened in embarrassment; she shouldn't have put it quite that bluntly .She hastily added, "I mean, would it seem unnatural to you, would it give you any hang-ups to be doing ill"
He was beginning to realize what she was talking about now. She hadn't meant to embarrass him, she just genuinely wondered if it would cause him any consternation, not whether he could manage to make it with her or not.
He coughed again. Then, realizing that he needed a cigar, he pulled one out and lit it up. Her eyes followed his motions as if the cigar he was holding was his cock; he spotted her eye movements, and interpreted them correctly. That gave him an idea for future reference-and maybe future fun as well.
He took a deep drag on his cigar, took another sip of Scotch, and said, "It's not how old you are, it's really how young you are, Cindy."
She waited, assuming he was going to amplify his statement further. He liked that; that showed politeness and courtesy on her part. Beneath its athletic supporter, his cock was starting to cry for her cunt.
"I mean, you've got to think young today, no matter how old you are. You've got to keep yourself in good shape, take good care of your body and it will take good care of you. If you know what I mean."
She nodded, sipping her drink. She was thinking that he seemed to be a fairly decent guy, he was certainly trying to make everything nice and simple for her. She felt a sort of affection for him already. And, as Tom had told her-she could always think of Tom while she was fucking James.
"You like music, James?"
"Why, sure I do. Mostly the classics, though." He hesitated, then added, "But I've listened to a lot of popular music, too, so I know the kind of things your generation gets a kick out of."
He named several rock groups and pop singers, and gave her a brief assessment of their talents. She nodded, mostly in agreement; on that score, she thought, he was fairly hip.
"I'll put on a couple of records, and we'll listen to some of those bands," she said, as she got up from the sofa and walked to the stereo.
She did so.
She played the music at about half of the volume she usually used. Better to ease the old guy into the thing gradually, she thought.
As the sounds blasted out of the speakers, he began to tap his feet. A lot of good rhythms there, he thought; he'd danced to the big bands in his youth, but he could still manage to make it with rock music, too, if the beat was right.
And, to him, that beat was all right.
"Hey, Cindy, I've got an idea."
"Lay it on me, man-I mean, James-"
"Well-would you like to dance with me?"
She shrugged, then said, "Sure, why not? What can I lose, except my virginity?"
He chuckled, and downed the remainder of his drink. She did the same. He kicked off his shoes, and stood, swaying slightly, in the middle of the living room. She came up to him, stopping a few inches away, waiting for him to show her exactly how he was going to dance.
That is, was he going to do it the old-fashioned way, by holding her close? Or was he ready for the modern discotheque dancing style, bodies wildly swinging but several feet apart?
He hesitated.
She made up his mind for him.
"Hey, let me show you how to do the funky monkey that's the latest thing. You just watch my feet, and follow my steps, okay?"
He did.
She began to move her feet, mostly from side to side, sometimes from front to back. The steps weren't too complicated, but he hail to memorize a certain rhythmic pattern. He watched her move, and couldn't help but watch some other things, too. Such as her lovely curved buttocks, shaking vigorously as she-moved, and her bounteous breasts, jiggling like two cantaloupes in a grocery sack.
Her hair was also flying wildly, and this alone was enough to turn him on. He could feel his prick expanding in reaction; it strained against his jock strap as if it was going to break right through.
At the same time, he was moving his own body, trying to follow her steps. It felt like fun, shaking his own ass as she was doing. She couldn't help smiling as she watched him trying to get into the dance. At least, he was a good sport about it so far.
She started to circle him as she danced, almost as if she was an Indian stalking him. He began to move in his own circular pattern, too, trying to circle her right back. He almost tripped over a couple of items of furniture as he did so, but caught himself in time.
He was beginning to enjoy this little routine.
He was starting to sweat a bit, but he wasn't uncomfortable. He did, however, loosen his tie, and finally unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it on the sofa.
She was starting to feel a bit more sexy herself as she danced. It wasn't so much him as it was the mere motions of dancing she was going through. She could feel her nipples getting tauter, and her cunt felt nice and loose and was getting a bit wet.
She also liked to feel her breasts and buttocks moving as she danced. It was almost as if they were entirely separate parts of her.
She was getting a bit warm, too, so she started stripping as she was dancing. James stopped to stare; then, realizing that looked impolite, he kept on dancing but also kept his eyes on her torso as she stripped down, finally leaving nothing on from the waist up.
He almost started to drool as he saw her fine, firm young breasts. Though June's boobs weren't wrinkled like old prunes or anything like that-still, a set of fine young tits would be quite nice to suck-to fondle-
"May I?" he said, impulsively.
"May you what?" she replied, looking puzzled.
"May I-touch them?"
He pointed at her tits.
She laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. But, be careful. Don't break them off, they're the only pair I've got."
He chuckled at her humor.
She stopped dancing.
She stood in the middle of the living room, waiting for him to make his move.
He walked over to her, and carefully placed his hand on her left breast, just beneath the nipple, as if he was holding it up. He felt the warmth and smoothness of her skin, and she felt the careful touch of his fingers. He started to tweak her nipple, and she could feel it responding by growing even more taut.
She thought: he's got a nice touch-he doesn't grab and squeeze like a lot of guys would-so far, so good-
He began to fondle her breast, and at the same time he could feel his prick straining j against the jock strap. He struggled to maintain control; he had a long way to go the way he was going, and he sure didn't want to come in his pants. Not after all the trouble he'd gone to so far.
He placed his other hand on her other breast. She Did the same.
She smiled at him, parting her lips, letting her tongue slip out and lick her lips.
He began to lick his own lips, mocking her movements.
He squeezed her breasts, gently but firmly. He could feel her respond. He played with her boobs for a few minutes more, loving the feel of her flesh in his hands. She could feel her cunt juices beginning to churn, and her clit was starting to become erect. It was all right so far; he was treating her very gentle and nice, and that was turning her on. Then-He took his hands away from her tits, placed them around her shoulders, and kissed her.
He was wearing a very expensive and powerful brand of after-shave cologne, and she liked its aroma at once. His kiss was firm, almost friendly; he was trying to control his passion, which she noticed, and, just to get him hot and have some fun, she started to tongue him.
She let her tongue slip between her lips and work out on his lips. She kept pushing it, getting it between his lips and halfway into his mouth. She was wondering why he didn't respond, why he was just letting her do all the work, when he struck back.
His tongue suddenly came to life, as if he'd become tired of restraining it. It met her tongue, tangling directly with it. He had a tough tongue, all right, and she liked the taste and feel of it right away.
He began to push her tongue back, as both of their mouths opened into an "O" of ecstasy. As she tried to ream his mouth, he pushed her tongue back into her mouth, and then started to work out on her mouth membranes.
She could feel his aggressive tongue reaming her mouth, slipping around her tongue and licking at all of her mouth membranes. He was handling his tongue well, and she liked the way his tongue was taking care of business. It made her clit come alive even more, and she could feel her pussy juices start to flow some more.
He could feel her breasts against his chest. He wished he'd taken off his shirt, so that his bare chest could be pushing against her bare breasts. He liked the feeling they gave him. He was beginning to be pretty fucking happy about the whole thing, considering it had been June's idea in the first place.
Then, he finished kissing her.
He drew back his head. She looked up into his eyes, and she had a dreamy, far-away expression in her blue orbs as she did so. He crinkled his eyelids in a smile of appreciation. "You're all right, man-I mean, James-let's get going-let's go to bed-"
"Sure, Cindy-let's do that little thing."
She took him by the hand, squeezing it, and led him into the bedroom.
Feeling cute about it, she undressed him. She took off his shirt and tie, then unzipped his fly, waiting expectantly for his prick to make its grand entrance.
When his prick didn't materialize, she stuck her fingers in his fly and discovered why.
She looked up at him, her eyes widening in amazement. She said, "Hey, you really take precautions, don't you? Listen, James, I think that's cool, you didn't want to scare me the first time around, you wanted to keep everything under control, right?"
He could only mumble, slightly embarrassed, "Right-"
"Now look, you get yourself right into bed, and we'll do this right."
He lay down on the mattress, and she pulled off his pants. Then, she got off his socks and shorts. The only thing left to take off was the athletic supporter.
She left him for a few seconds, then returned with a scissors in her hand. He shuddered for a few seconds. When she noticed that, she said, "Relax, I'm not going to cut your cock off."
Instead, she snipped the jock strap off, with two quick scissors movements.
His prick popped loose, and she noticed its unusual width, plus the fact that it had been so sexually stimulated that it was completely erect.
She was tempted to suck it, but she thought better of it, figuring that it was just liable to explode right in her mouth, and she wanted to fuck more than suck.
So, she kissed it instead.
She gave it a quick, affectionate kiss right on the tip. He felt as if he was going to explode on the spot.
"Now, James, you just stay there, and I'll get on top. You just relax, man, and I'll do all of the work to start. We've got to be careful with that cock of yours, we've got to make sure it gets to the right address and delivers its message to the right party, you dig?"
He dug.
He lay there, flat on his back, as she climbed on top of his perspiring body and placed her cunt lips right on the tip of his cock.
Slowly, she began to slide her pussy down over his prick. She was wet enough so that he could get in without too much difficulty. But, she noticed the width of his cock, feeling it almost fight its way inside her cunt. She wasn't the tightest cunt in the world, but she could surely feel that fat cock of his penetrating inside her, and it felt pretty good. Much better than she had originally expected.
As soon as he was all the way in, she could feel her clit tickling his stomach. He felt her breasts pressing against his chest, the nipples erect, the breasts firm. He placed his arms around her waist, and got himself a good fingerlul of her ass. He held on tight, squeezing her buttocks like fresh fruit.
She really liked the feel of his cock inside her cunt. Different from Tom's, she thought. Then, she thought of Tom-she wondered how he was making out with James' wife-she tried to think of Tom-she got his face in the screen of her mind-it was smiling, giving the go-ahead-She started to fuck James. She was surprised to find herself going into orgasm right away, and her pussy juice started pouring from her pussy and drenching him in the crotch. He stabbed upward, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt, feeling her fucking him. He was trying to time it, to hold off for just the right time-But, he couldn't, he'd been holding back too long.
He came.
He came, in a series of short, savage bursts, like the firing of a submachine gun. She could feel his cock explode inside her cunt, and she was surprised at his vigor and energy. Her pussy membranes clutched his prick, as it kept on coming inside her, matching her own orgasmic intensities.
She was still thinking of Tom, all right, as he'd originally told her to do. But, as far as her feelings were concerned, she knew who she was fucking.
Really fucking-James Smithers-wide cock and all-
CHAPTER FOUR
"How was it?"
"What do you mean, how was it?"
"Cindy, you know what the fuck I mean. I mean, how was the old man in bed?"
Tom and Cindy were in bed themselves. It was the evening after they had both had their first switching; that is, after Tom had fucked June and James had made it with Cindy.
Tom had already told Cindy about June, but not too much. He hadn't mentioned how absolutely fantastic June had been, nor how much more experience-and therefore much more pleasure in fucking-she had put at Tom's disposal. And he was pretty fucking glad; the idea of variety, as June had pointed out, was a pretty fucking good one, and, though he still dug Cindy, he was beginning to think June was right, after all.
One night a week, to start. But-who knew where it might end.
"Well, Tom-" Cindy started to explain. "-I'll say this, the guy was all right. I mean, he was very nice and polite-"
"That wasn't what I asked you," Tom interrupted, placing a hand on her breast and tweaking her nipple. "I asked you how he fucked, not how fucking polite he was."
"Oh, Tom!" she said, irritated. She took his hand off her breast in a sign of disapproval. She said, "He was pretty good, for an older guy. I didn't mind as much as I expected."
"Well, I hardly expected you to fall in love with him, Cindy."
"I hardly expected to, either." She paused, reaching for Tom's prick, fingering his pubic hairs. "But, I guess it wasn't such a bad idea at that. I mean, it does provide a bit of variety, and it sure was a different experience for me, all right. I'd never fucked an older guy before."
She giggled, squeezing Tom's prick. It was an unnecessary gesture; his prick couldn't have got any harder if she'd set it in cement. "It was almost like fucking my own father. Almost like incest, in a way. You know, the forbidden thrill, that kind of stuff."
Tom was wondering about something. He wondered if she was really starting to like fucking June's old man, the way she was talking. He hoped he hadn't got her into something she-or he-couldn't control. Still-he was enjoying his once-a-week session with June; and, that had been part of the bargain.
A fair exchange, as June had said so many times.
"Did he teach you any new tricks?" Tom said, as he rolled her over and prepared to fuck her, dog-style, slipping his prick between her thighs as his stomach was placed flat against her buttocks.
"Well-" she hesitated. Should she tell him? Well why not?
"He has this strange cock, and he really fills you up when he gets it in you. Then, he moves it around like a submarine or something-I mean, he really knows how to touch all the sensitive places in your cunt-"
"Not my cunt, I don't have one," he replied, as he began to move his cock into her cunt. She moved one of her arms toward it, helping him to get it inside.
"The point is," he continued, "this did you learn anything new? Did you get some good feelings from him that you want to give me? You know did it make you appreciate your Tom-eat here that much more?"
She finished putting his prick inside her pussy, as he placed his hands around her shoulders and placed each hand over her breasts. He fondled her nipples, and started to squeeze her boobs.
"He's got a fat cock, you've got a lean cock, lover," she said, beginning to exercise her pussy muscles, and twisting his prick a bit to let him know she knew just how to handle him.
He noticed that.
He didn't want her to become too fucking independent, too fucking free, just because she was making a once-a-week scene with somebody else. He was definitely going to keep control of both June and Cindy, despite June's constant attempts to manipulate him to her way of things. He wasn't about to get that shit from Cindy, too.
He jabbed her cunt with his cock, holding tightly on to her breasts for support. He could feel his cock ram all the way into her cunt, and she shuddered from the impact as he did so. At the same time, he began to nibble on her ears.
She felt him turning her on, really turning her on, as he had for the past year or more.
He was young and strong, his cock was lean and long. And yet, there was something about James Smithers that she was beginning to like. That is, he didn't "push it" like Tom. He was "easier" on her, took his time, and, in some ways, he was more gentle and respectful of her.
Yet-Tom was tough-a tough Tom-cat to fuck her-and she loved his expert, excellent fucking-
Maybe Tom was right-maybe this switching was going to work out all right-and be beneficial to both of them-
She felt him driving hard inside her, and her pussy juices responded. He was really in tight, and she had also clamped her thighs together so tightly she was squeezing the living shit out of his balls.
As she felt his fingers clutching at her breasts, she also felt her pussy membranes moving and grooving, gripping his prick tightly. She began to arch her back, and he half-rose with her movements, still holding her tightly and driving his cock hard inside her cunt.
The mattress began to make strange sounds, as it usually did when they were really going at it. She was perspiring now, and he was sweating like a dog in heat. He could feel her pussy membranes upon his prick, and he was certainly covering every square inch of membranes that his prick could find.
She was coming now.
She felt her juices flowing, and she arched her back that much more, cried out with that much more passion. He kept on driving his dick inside her, and though his balls were nearly bursting, he tried to hold back, waiting for that magic moment when he could really sock it to her-
She hit the crest of an orgasm; now was the time.
He came.
He fired off inside her, and his sperm began to stream into her palpitating pussy. She felt the hot, sticky jet of sperm squirt into her, as if from a fire hose, and her pussy membranes responded that much more.
They were really jammed together so tightly that they could just as easily have been one body, rather than two.
He kept on spurting his sperm into her, feeling her quivering, vibrating body respond. No doubt about it; this was the best fuck ever, the way she was responding. He was beginning to think that June had really done him two favors, not one; by suggesting that her old man fuck his chick, that had made Cindy that much more responsive.
Plus, naturally, his fucking June.
Now, he was out of ammunition. His cock was beginning to relax, but her pussy was still palpitating. She was really keeping up her coming for one hell of a long time, and he was glad.
Yes, there were some definite advantages to be gained from "switching." It was going to be a good deal. Cindy-and June-While, at the same time, June herself was sitting home, watching TV with James.
She was just wearing her panties, and that was all, as she sat on the sofa eating chocolates and watching a situation comedy on TV. James was sitting next to her, one hand on one of her boobs. However, he was still in his pants-and his shirt, too.
"That's a funny show, June."
"Yes, isn't it? Although, it's too bad they won't let her get away with more on TV, you know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, while they're kissing and making up, she should be able to show him how happy she is to be back with him. The TV censors should let her make some sexy movement-like this-"
She reached over and grabbed him by the balls.
There was, of course, an obvious symbolism in her movement as well. To show him that she was running the show, surely; not too obviously, but with sufficient vigor so that he knew she was in charge, in her own way.
He jumped back, almost spilling his drink. She squeezed harder, and even beneath the protective covering of slacks and shorts, her fingernails got through. She was almost scratching his scrotum, and he could feel his prick beginning to respond as well.
Finally, she let go of him, offering him a chocolate from the box. He took a taste of it, rubbing his crotch with his free hand. He didn't say anything; he knew what she wanted.
He bit into the chocolate. He smiled, licking his lips. He finished swallowing the candy, and said, "It's a chocolate-covered cherry."
"That's interesting. It's been a long time since you've had a cherry, hasn't it, James?"
He was thinking of Cindy as he replied, with great satisfaction, "Not really so long as you might think. Why, just the other evening-" He paused, giving her a smile of satisfaction. "But then, June, you should know about that, shouldn't you? It was, after all, your idea, as you should know."
She nodded, eating another chocolate.
Between bites, she said, "How was she, dear?"
He sipped his drink. Cindy's lovely young face with all that rich red hair was imprinted on his memory screen. He wished his wife would let her hair grow; she sometimes looked so masculine with such a short haircut.
He said, "She was nice. But, you know, it was like making love to your own child."
"We have no children, dear."
"Yes, I know-well, you know what I mean. It was an amusing experience, I'll have to admit."
"Then you aren't unhappy with the arrangement?"
"I suppose not. We can keep it up for a while, and see how things go."
"Did she inspire you to try any new tricks on me, dear?"
"I think so. At least, she was certainly young and eager enough." He paused, looking her in the eyes. "As, I must assume, your young man did also.
"Oh, did he!"
She stopped. Her expression didn't change, but she suddenly realized that she had sounded too excited, too eager. She must not convey that to her husband, of all people; he might become too suspicious, get too wise. Better to let him think of the switching situation as an amusing once-a-week pastime, a sort of weekly dinner date with friends, as it were.
Besides-she was getting the best of both worlds, and she didn't really want to rub that in. She was being supported by her husband-while getting some fairly decent fucking from him, too-and picking up on plenty of young loving from Tom, who really seemed much more than an old, treasured friend these days.
She was so glad she'd taken such good care of her 40-year-old body. She could still hold a young man, could still give him a good time. Tom was proof of that. Tom loved to fuck her, of that she was sure.
"Dear," she said, choosing her words carefully, "it's been a fair exchange, I think. Both of us inject some youth into our veins, so to speak, and this will keep us from growing old too fast, don't you think? After all, each of us is getting something from the arrangement. It's not a one-sided situation; we both benefit."
He sipped his drink, and nodded in agreement. He reached for another piece of candy. This time, the candy had a nut center. As he munched it, it reminded him that his own nuts were still aching from her grip.
And, his prick was getting harder, too.
It was time to think of fucking.
Think, hell-do it!
"You aren't really watching this show, are you, June?"
She smiled seductively at him, thrusting her breasts forward, letting him see the pinkish center around her erect nipples, as she said, "It's almost over, and anyway, the commercial is on now, and it's not a very good commercial, either."
"Well, then-"
"Say no more, James, I know what you're thinking."
She got up, walked over to the TV set. and turned it off. When she returned, she hopped into his lap and shoved her tits in his face, saying, "You know what I'm thinking, too. Kiss me, and then we'll go to bed."
He kissed her on the breasts, giving her strong suction with his lips, and a touch of teeth as well. As his teeth gently grazed her skin, he could feel her body respond. She, as she felt his teeth, noticed that he was pretty good in the delicacy of his touch, more so than usual. She thought he must have learned something good from that young girl, after all.
They went to the bedroom.
She brought along the box of candy, what was left of it. She had some things in mind; she wasn't just going to munch chocolates in the dark, either.
She got into bed, and waited for him to undress.
When he had finished, she asked him to remove her panties, to give him an extra thrill. He pulled them off as she stuck her legs upward, and dropped them on the floor.
As soon as he had done this, she opened her legs, and clasped them around his neck in a scissors grip. He gulped, startled; she drew his head toward her crotch, and said, "Don't you want a midnight snack, James?" He got the message.
He began to chew her clit, and she started to tremble in response. Then, he moved his tongue along her cunt lips, and stuck it a few inches inside. She was starting to get wet, and he could feel the moistness of her cunt as he lapped away.
Still holding her legs around his neck, she was shivering, but not with cold-with hot, unquenchable lust. She let him lick her for a few more minutes; then, she released her grip of his neck, letting him loose.
She reached for the box of candy beside the bed.
She felt the chocolates carefully; then, when she thought she had the one she wanted, she took it and stuffed it inside her cunt.
She took another chocolate and gave it to her husband, who started to eat it.
"What flavor did you get this time, James?"
He munched some more before he replied, 'This one has a caramel center. It's so sticky it's getting caught in my teeth."
"Try this one, James."
She took his hand, and placed it over her pussy, so that he noticed the chocolate stuck inside her cunt.
He climbed in bed with her, but this time, he didn't get into a sixty-nine position. He just squatted at the foot of the bed, took hold of his wife by the ankles, and pulled her legs into the shape of a "V" as he bent over her crotch and started to eat her pussy.
First, he stuck out his tongue, tentatively licking at the chocolate. Then, he got his mouth, lips to lips with her cunt, and began to get his teeth into it.
She started twitching, but he kept on holding her legs to brace both of them as he ate her cunt.
Suddenly, he raised his face, licking the chocolate from his lips and said, surprised, "Did you know-this one is creme-filled-"
"It has a cream center, isn't that right, dear'. '"
"Yes-it's delicious-"
"Well then, James, why don't you take advantage of the fact that I have a creme-filled center, too?"
He chuckled at her witticism.
He finished cleaning out her cunt with his mouth, and, releasing her legs, he reared back on his haunches and finished licking the chocolate and creme from his lips. He had also tasted some of her cream, too, and that taste was intermingled with the other flavors.
She began to move, raising her torso and bracing her back against the bed's headboard. She said, "Come to me, James, and show me what you've learned. Let me see if this young girl has done you some good." She paused, adding, "I certainly hope so. After all, it was my suggestion, wasn't it?"
He thought of Cindy and her lush body and lovely hair as he replied, "Yes, June, it was an excellent suggestion, I think. You know, I believe there is something to this switching situation-I think it might just do the both of us some good-I think-"
"Stop thinking and start fucking me. James, before I have to fuck myself, if you don't mind."
She made certain there was an element of ironic humor in her voice. But. she meant business; she wanted her fucking, and she was damn determined to get it.
He moved closer, adjusting his position to hers. She could feel that his prick had been sufficiently stimulated by her talking and his eating, for it was pretty well up there, as far as stiffness goes. She felt it tickle her cunt lips as he tried to push himself closer to her.
Then, he was demanding entrance, his cock pushing aside her covering cunt lips and getting itself inside.
Bracing himself on his haunches, his back as erect as a rod. he began to shove his fat. wide cock into her dampening cunt. She had enough juice going for him to slide his way inside, no matter how unusual the position. He took hold of her shoulders, and when he finally got all the way in. his chest was touching her tits, but not crushing up against them, and her legs were overlapping his.
He felt strange, and a little uncomfortable, But, her vaginal muscles were clutching his cock in a pretty good grip, and they started working out on him at once.
She got her hands on his back, and began to use her fingernails, just barely touching the outer layer of his skin but making it tingle with such sexual stimulation that he could feel his scrotum contracting tightly enough to choke his balls to death. He pulled her as close as he could get, feeling his prick jammed into her pussy all the way.
He began to hump and pump her, and she continued her fingernail exercise on his back.
It didn't take her much longer to commence coming.
He felt her vaginal muscles gripping his cock and twisting it almost out of shape as the thick, foaming cream poured from her pussy. His cock was battered like a ship in a storm, and he almost moaned and groaned as he struggled to gain the initiative, to let his prick pour forth its own juice and pound her pussy into submission. But-it had to be-just right-She caught him in an unguarded moment, causing him to come right at the end of one of her orgasms. Then, as his thick, sticky sperm was going into her, she started another orgasm, carrying him right along with her like a raft on the crest of a tidal wave.
He leaped against her, pushing her back hard against the headboard. From this added leverage, he really began to pound her pussy, even as his juice was squirting to a climax and as his prick was beginning to go soft.
With sheer animal energy, he poured the pressure on her, feeling her responding. But, she was pleased, to notice his newly-discovered sexual energy, even as she outdistanced him, sexually speaking, as she knew she would.
She thought: fine fucking he's giving me-for a change-but I'm still in charge-and I'm going to fuck James-and Tom-and whoever I want-fuck everybody-
CHAPTER FIVE
"How do you like the countryside, Tom? Isn't it lovely? Look at those rolling meadows, "You know this place?"
"I've been here, before, June."
"Not with me you haven't, Tom."
And she leaned over and kissed him in the left ear, her tongue striking deep, giving him the feeling that she was fucking him.
"Hey ... watch the road, will you?"
His admonition was true. Especially when were driving along at 60 MPH on a back country road which was zoned for 40 MPH. A two-lane blacktop; sure, going through some lovely, lush scenery, especially at sunset, but still dangerous to drive on at that speed.
Of course, June was feeling dangerous.
Dangerously erotic.
For she had persuaded James to move their assignations up to a twice-a-week schedule. Where it had been Wednesday, now it was Monday and Thursday.
James had made some feeble objections, but June had turned on the pussy juice and fucked his objections away. She had, naturally, done the same with Tom; for, this was Thursday he got to fuck her again.
The country was nice and close.
Now was a good time.
Everything was perfect for them.
They were out for a good fucking time.
As they drove along, June would place her right hand on Tom's left thigh, from time to time. And, on occasion, that right hand would wander toward Tom's crotch, where it might fondle his genitals for a few seconds at a time.
Then, Tom would smile, as if June were his "aunt" again, playing a harmless joke. He would reach his left hand over to her right thigh, and do the same to her. Only, not quite as obviously, not with as much pressure as she was using; not when she was driving, anyway.
She was wearing a high-rising minidress, and it would have been comparatively easy for him to get his fingers in the goods, too. But, since she was driving...
He was wearing a double-breasted blazer jacket, a turtleneck shirt, and bellbottoms with ankle-high boots. A bit outlandish for a country restaurant, she had said; to which he'd replied, "Someone has to show the country people how to dress civilized, right?"
Right on.
"There it is," June said, pointing ahead and to the right.
The restaurant stood out in the deepening twilight like a haunted house. It was a huge, country mansion, overlooking a small lake and some mangificent grounds. It looked a little too plush to be located in the country, and he figured it must be pretty expensive, too.
But, so what? June was paying.
As they got out of the car and entered the restaurant, he wondered how he was going to tell Cindy about the new schedule. He'd already told her of the switch from Wednesday to Monday; but, he hadn't mentioned the extra day involved yet. She thought he was "out with the boys" this evening; best to let her think that for a while.
He knew she gets pissed off about two times a week. But then, if he didn't tell her, James would probably call her up and remind her that it was his turn again tonight. In fact, they were probably together right now ... or else she'd locked the fucking door ... and was getting ready to throw the book at him ... when he returned...
Well, he'd have to figure out some way to straighten Cindy out about the twice-a-week bit.
He would think of something.
Especially since he was beginning to like fucking June what fantastic experiences and techniques-but was, at the same time, wondering just how much more involved their relationship was going to be.
He would have to straighten June out, too, on some other matters. Such as her seeming to run the whole fucking show. like this restaurant bit tonight, which was completely her idea. He didn't mind a free meal and a drive in the country; but, if she was going to try and call the shots all the fucking time...
Well, that shit would have to stop.
Inside the restaurant, he noticed the chandeliers and other antique furnishings. It was a plush-looking place, and the waiter in a dinner jacket led them to a table overlooking the lake. Very romantic, and all that.
They ordered drinks first. He took Scotch on the rocks, she got a strawberry daiquiri.
"Isn't this beautiful, Tom! Isn't it lovely to get away from town and be out here by ourselves, just the two of us!"
She was certainly pouring on the romance bit, all right. But, he replied, with less enthusiasm, "I sure hope it's just us two. I'd hardly expect your husband to come along with us." Then, he winked, as he added, "Unless the two of you plan on adopting me."
She had taken off her shoes, so she gave him a touch of toes under the table, stroking his thighs as she giggled a reply, "You know, Tom sweetie, that's not such a bad idea! Maybe James and I will have to discuss that very thing one of these day."
"Better tell my parents first, they might like to know about it, too," Tom said, laconically.
She toed him some more as she said, laughing as if the whole thing was one big private joke, "Don't you worry, Tom, they'll be the first to know."
They ordered shrimp cocktail; then, she followed with a Caesar salad, while he had a baked potato instead. She also ordered onion soup, but he declined. Her entree was roast duck, while he preferred charcoal-broiled steak.
"You should try some of this duck, darling, it's delicious," she said, handing him a few portions on her fork and watching him as he bit into the duck meat.
"Not bad," he said, licking his lips. Then, he asked, slyly, "June, did you ever fuck a duck?"
The waiter, who happened to be passing by at the moment, overhead them. His face reddened in embarrassment, and he quickly walked away.
June, who was giggling again almost like a schoolgirl; Tom was amazed at how youngish she acted, or tried to act, whenever she was with him she said, "Why should I fuck a duck when I can make love with a beautiful young man?"
Tom, who had also removed his shoes by this time, was playing footsie with her pussy; he had got his toes up her dress, and was massaging her clit and cunt beneath her pantyhose, feeling her squirming in response.
He said, "Well, maybe you're right. I wouldn't order roast pussy in a restaurant, either, if I could get it at home."
She laughed, and moved her toes so that she too got into his crotch as well. This continued, off and on, as they ate their dinner. He could feel her pussy getting wet and vibrating with eagerness; she could feel his prick responding by erecting under the table.
In fact, during dessert strawberry shortcake for both he had to admonish her, to suggest that she "cool it" for a while, because he didn't want to have to leave the restaurant with a hard-on sticking out of his pants
She understood.
She confined her attentions to his thighs and legs, and he did the same.
If any of the other diners noticed them, or any wandering waiters spotted the sex game that was going on beneath one of their tables, they gave no sign, said nothing at all.
They had an after-dinner liqueur to wash away what was left of their meal.
She had talked him into trying a cherry-flavored liqueur, which was, as she had said it would be, quite delicious. So much so that they both stocked up on a few more rounds of same.
When they were ready to leave, he offered to leave a tip himself, but she brushed his suggestion aside with, "No, Tom, this is my treat. When June takes you out, she takes care of everything!"
He shrugged. It was her money. Or, rather, James' money. And, that wasn't bad, either; James held down a pretty good job, so he could easily afford it.
He laughed to himself as he thought of several ironies in their situation, the most obvious one being that James was, in effect, paying for the expenses of his wife's switching partner and paying for Cindy's expenses as well.
As they got into the car, Tom noticed that he must have put away too much of that cherry liqueur. He felt rather tired, with a touch of weariness in his skull, as if he was getting a migraine headache. Even his legs seemed wobbly, as he staggered into his seat, and June drove away.
She didn't drive very far, though.
She backtracked around the restaurant, and found a small, deserted road that seemed to lead to the lake behind the restaurant. There was a grassy ridge, a grass beach, that ran right up to the water's edge. There, she parked, telling Tom, "Let's watch the moonlight for a while, it's too early to head back home."
He didn't mind; he was feeling that booze, which surprised him. Maybe it was the unlikely combination of the Scotch with the cherry liqueur. At any rate, he could feel that he was tired; even his erection had gone down, before he'd left the restaurant.
She had the ear radio going on some romantic-type music. She had her fingers going in his fly all of a sudden, too. She got his fly unzipped, and pulled out his prick.
"Oh, your friend has gone to sleep," she said, almost lapsing into baby talk. "We must wake him up, bring him back to life, don't you think so, Tom?"
Tom. tired as he was, didn't particularly give a good fuck at the moment. He just wanted to rest for a while. If she wanted to play with his prick, that was alright ... as long as she did all the work.
She started to lick his prick.
She ran her tongue along the tip, then along the foreskin back to the base. She even managed to work over his scrotum, and he could feel a tingling from her tongue. Slowly, his prick started to stiffen.
She placed it inside her mouth.
Her lips closed over his prick, and he could feel the moistness of her mouth, as she sucked his cock. Inch by-inch, she drew it inside her sucking, salivating mouth. and he could feel the warmth and activity of her mouth membranes.
He could also feel that his cock was growing, slowly but surely. He would be fully erect before he knew it.
He felt so tired, though. Would he be able to summon up enough strength to fuck her as strongly as he usually did'. '
Damn, he thought, she's a demanding bitch ... never stops sucking and fucking around me . . .one of these days she'll probably take ... another lover or two ... she doesn't even seem to be satisfied ... with her husband and me ... any more...
While she gobbled his cock, he tried to keep his eyes open. He watched the moonlight reflected on the lake. It was beautiful, very lovely and natural.
His prick was almost fully erect now.
She removed her mouth from his prick.
Then, she placed her lips against his, and kissed him on the mouth, her tongue darting quickly inside past his lips and reaming his mouth before he could get his own tongue into operation.
She gave him a love bite on his lower lip. That woke him up.
Just in time to see her undressing, dumping her clothes in the back seat.
But, after she had stripped, she didn't exactly move in for the fucking he'd expected.
She squeezed his prick, and said, "Let's go for a midnight swim."
"Huh?" He thought for several seconds, yawning to stay awake, and replied, "Don't you mean ... a moonlight swim
"Both, you Tom-cat. Let's go now."
And she was out of the car and prancing down to the water, her haunches riding high like a horse, before he quite knew what was happening.
He watched her, his mouth hanging open, as she kept right on running into the water itself, splashing in like a schoolgirl at play. She started to swim away from the shore, and for a few seconds he wondered if she was going to play Olympic champion and try to swim across the entire lake.
"Crazy middle-aged cunt!" he said aloud. He got off his clothes, and got out of the car.
It wasn't exactly the warmest night he'd ever been naked on, and he shivered slightly as he headed for the water, feeling the softness of the grass beneath his feet. When he got to the water, he dipped in his foot; the water was chilly, and he hastily drew back his dripping foot.
Yards away, maybe as much as 100 yards away, June was waving at him as she swam along. He assumed she wanted him to join her in the water. But ... that fucking water . . .was so fucking cold...
Well...
Maybe it would wake him up, get him back into feeling like fucking.
He glanced down at his crotch.
His erection was still there. That was a good sign, anyway.
He waded into the water.
It was so cold it nearly chilled his blood. But, he kept on going, and then dove in when he had waded far enough from the banks. He began to swim, taking great long strokes with his arms. When he finally got to where June was swimming, she started to swim away as soon as he got within a couple of yards away.
She dove beneath the water, and he lost track of her, until he felt someone grab his prick and squeeze it, at the same time fondling his balls as well.
Well, if she wanted to play "water baby" tricks...
He dove beneath the surface of the water.
He found her, and got a good grip on her breasts, feeling the firmness of her flesh and the erectable condition of her nipples. He tried to pull her along, but her skin was slippery, and she got away from him, surfacing away from him.
When he followed her and also surfaced, she was gone again.
He looked around, and was about to dive again when he felt water splashing against his ass. He turned around; there she was, splashing water on his ass and blowing him kisses.
He dove, this time getting close enough to her crotch to check out her clit and cunt for a few fleeting seconds. Her clit was erect, too, and he barely brushed her cunt lips, but he could feel they were ready for action.
And, his cock was still holding on, long and strong. He figured it was due to the water temperature; any warmer, and it might have softened.
But, it wouldn't stay hard forever, either.
And, the chilliness of the water had awakened him sufficiently so that he was feeling like fucking now if for no better reason than to get himself warm again.
As if sensing his thoughts, she started to swim toward shore.
Toward that part of shore where the car was parked.
He followed her, taking giant strokes; he caught up to her just as she bounded out of the water, drops of water dripping from her skin and gleaming in the moonlight. He brought her down with a flying tackle, and she hit the grassy ground on her stomach, the breath almost knocked out of her.
He slapped her on the ass a few times, just to show her who was boss, and also to indicate he didn't want any more imagine tricks. He just wanted to fuck...
He glanced down at his crotch again.
His erection was softening.
He rolled her over, so that she was on her back, and straddled her around the waist. He placed his cock in the cleft between her breasts, and said, "June, move those breast muscles, and get me hard again."
She still looked a bit dazed, so he moved his cock so that it was touching her lips. He said, "Get those boobs in action, June, if you really want to get some good fucking tonight!"
She began to tongue his prick, and then she tried to suck it. He could feel the touch of her tongue was helping him right along, but he withdrew his cock to her cleft again, indicating he meant what he'd just said.
Obediently, this time, she began to manipulate her breast muscles, so that her two tits moved closer together and massaged his prick at the same time. She was pretty good at this trick, as he'd expected she would be, and soon he could feel that familiar stiffening of the penis that he loved so much.
He was also moving his prick, massaging the sides of her breasts as well, working along and around the base of her boobs. He could feel her skin becoming warmer, her breasts caressing his cock as if it was already inside her cunt.
Now, her eyes were wide open and burning with lust.
Just what he wanted.
Slowly, he began to back away, letting his cock remain on her skin. His cock began to move, from the cleft between her breasts toward her stomach, her navel, touching her clit on the way...
She started to tremble when his cock touched her clit.
Then, he moved it so that it was right against her cunt lips. They began to chatter, and he could feel that he was just about erect enough.
He began to shove his cock into her cunt.
She was plenty wet enough, so she didn't even need to grab it as she did and help guide it inside. But, once it started to slide inside, it moved along nice and easy until it was in up to the hilt, and she could feel his cock jammed in all the way home.
He began to hump and pump her, driving her ass hard against the wet grass. She almost slipped, but he held her firm, her breasts crushing against his chest. He began to nibble at her shoulders, leaving her little love bites to remember him by.
She started to go into orgasm, and he could hear her moaning with sexual anticipation. He could feel her cunt churning, its juices loose and flowing. Her pussy membranes began their manipulations, caressing his prick and squeezing it, trying to squeeze the seeds out of it.
She was squirming like a worm on a hook now, and despite the coolness of the evening, she was sweating. He was beginning to perspire a bit himself, as he kept on driving hard inside her, feeling her orgasms increase in intensity.
He was just about ready to come ... his balls were stretching his scrotum to bursting ... his prick was stiff and tensed as a tuning fork...
He came.
He pumped sticky, spurting sperm into her cunt, and she could feel the explosive power of his prick as he blasted away. He really felt like fucking now, and he kept on going for the longest time, more than matching her intensity and orgasms. He had to admit, she had really inspired him tonight.
So ... he just kept on ... fucking . . and fucking ... again...
CHAPTER SIX
"Will that be all, Mr. Smithers."
"Yes, and no phone calls for the rest of the day, please."
"Thank you, sir."
As he watched his secretary walk out of his office, swinging her sweet ass as always, James Smithers didn't seem to give a good goddam any more. It used to be, she could always give him a rise; now, no more.
Oh yes, he could always get it up for June, as he'd done throughout their married life. But, there was a new experience he was enjoying, and that was fucking Cindy. It was that young cunt, that was it, that was making him almost oblivious to everything else. Except June.
She was still as demanding as ever, insisting he fuck her every day-except Monday and Thursday, the new days for his switching-at least once, and often more. He was beginning to feel somewhat fucked out, and he'd noticed that he was slowing down at work, he wasn't getting out as much production as he used to.
To counter that he'd delegated a bit more duties to his assistants. He could manage in that vein for a while; but, he had to get himself back in shape some way.
He was working out at the gym once a week, and that was helping him to feel physically better. He had even lost five pounds; though, he suspected he'd fucked that weight away.
Well, the problem was that he was really putting too much energy into his sex life lately, and not as much as he used to into his job. But, if he kept up his gym workouts and studied a little yoga or something like that, he should be able to handle both his pleasure and his work without any conflict.
If only June wasn't so demanding, though...
It was almost as if she wanted to fuck him to death...
And, Cindy ... did she love to fuck, too!
She had objected so much, the first few times; she had been so anxious to get back to Tom ... yes, he remembered.
But, now she hadn't even argued about the new twice-a-week arrangements June had made for them all. That was surprising; but, what was even more surprising was the fact that she seemed to be genuinely enjoying their sex sessions together. it was as if every time she fucked him she was pretending that she was fucking Tom.
And, for all he knew, she was.
Well, this evening he was taking her out of town, to a cottage in the mountains, that he had "borrowed" from a friend who was out of town himself. No one from the town would know about it, much less see them together.
He tried to get his mind back on his work. He still had two hours to go before the work day was over.
He managed to get at least one hour's work done during those two hours, and heaved a sigh of relief when he finally got out of his office and behind the wheel of his car. He drove in a prearranged direction, and finally found himself at the intersection where she had agreed to meet him.
Yes ... there she was...
She was standing by the street sign, wearing a pair of bellbottoms and a big, floppy hat. A bright yellow hat, as she'd said she would; it was pulled so low over her face that he couldn't tell for sure if it was her or not. Next to her was an airline tote bag, jammed with what he assumed were changes of clothing. He pulled over to the curb. He stuck his head toward the right window, and said to the girl, "Cindy ... is that you..."
The girl, not looking at him, muttered something about "calling the cops to collect this over-aged rapist."
Panicky, he swung his body back toward his own side of the car. He was just about ready to drive off when the girl opened the right front door and hopped inside next to him, switching to her natural voice as she said, "Can't you take a joke, James? Who did you expect to pick up on this corner-Little Orphan Annie?"
She pulled off her hat and Hipped it into the back seat. Her lush red hair hung loosely over her shoulders and down to her breasts in front. She reached over and kissed him a quick one in the ear, giving him a bit of a bite on the lobe when she was finished.
Then, she moved next to him, snuggling quite close. Her hand found his crotch; she began to massage his prick, and they could both feel it start to rise to attention.
"Please, Cindy ... not when I'm driving "I want you to drive me home. Daddy," she said, giving his balls a big squeeze, before she removed her hand to the relative safety of his thigh.
He took one hand off the wheel to give her left breast a good squeeze, saying "Tit for tat."
"Tit is right," she replied.
She had taken to calling him Daddy lately, which he didn't really like. So, he corrected her as follows, "Listen, Cindy my sweet cunt, you either call me James or else..."
"Or else what?"
"Or else I'll cut you out of my will, along with my wife, and leave all my money to charity."
Her expression turned to a mixture of shock and disgust. It was as if she was really scared shitless that he wouldn't leave her any cash when he died. He had a vague premonition that her interests might not necessarily be personal; after all, she was pretty well used to fucking Tom and other young guys (previously), so maybe her sudden interest in him was feigned, not real.
He made a mental note to check that out at a later date and time. For tonight, he just wanted some good fucking without any analytical connotations.
There was a range of small mountains not more than 10 miles from the town. As they drove up the steep, winding mountain road, she kept snuggling next to him, still touching his thigh, keeping up a steady stream of conversation that was beginning to convince him she was no dum-dum, by any means.
Finally, they arrived at the mountain chalet, which was more of a shack than a chalet. They parked the car, and he got out the keys and opened the place up.
As they entered, he saw that it was only a one-room abode, with a set of bunk beds, a sofa, a few chairs and tables, and a pull-out kitchen. Still, there was a marvelous view of the mountains through the front window. And, as he checked the refrigerator, he found some white wine, very chilled, some ham and cheese and bread.
He made some sandwiches for them, and got some glasses and filled them with wine. They sat on the sofa, digging the view and each other, munching and drinking.
"That's a cool view," Cindy said, biting off a great hunk of Swiss cheese.
"It should be, it's always cool in the mountains," he replied.
"Here, James, pretend this cheese is my pussy, and eat me."
She held the cheese forward, and he grabbed a bite of it. She had put some hot horseradish mustard on it, and as soon as he got the taste in his mouth, he started coughing, and had to gulp down two glasses of wine to get himself straightened out again.
She looked at him mischievously, saying, "Don't blame me, I thought you liked mustard with your cheese."
Then, she pulled off her blouse she wasn't wearing a bra and spread some mustard on both of her breasts. She thrust them forward, saying, "This is mild mustard, come on and lick me off."
He hesitated.
She dipped her finger on her right nipple, and held it over his lips. "Just take a taste; I'm not kidding you." He tasted.
She was right; it was mild mustard. She leaned closer, her breasts looming large in his vision, like two boulders rolling into his eyes. He stuck out his tongue. He touched and tasted her left tit first. He licked his lips.
He began to lick the mustard away, feeling her breasts rising and falling, feeling the erectness of her nipples. He let his tongue roam over the tops and sides of her boobs, lapping all the way down to the base and back again.
Next, her right breast.
He used his mouth more than his tongue this time, and also he could feel his prick rising to the occasion, as he licked and sucked at her breast. Even when all the mustard was gone, he continued, feeling the fine silky touch of her flesh and the protruding nipple firmly in his mouth.
He had previously removed his coat and tie, and now she began to unbutton his shirt. She got it off him while he was still licking her right boob.
She was surprised to notice he was wearing an undershirt. She said, "What the fuck do you want an undershirt for? Are you afraid of sweating on your chest, or something?"
When he didn't reply, she started to rip it off.
He was too busy eating her breast to give a shit, so she kept on tearing the flimsy fabric until she had torn it right off his back. Then, she started to play with his curly chest hairs.
Even in the moonlight, she thought she found something when she said, "James, you've got a few gray hairs here, I don't dig that, let me take them off."
He was hardly hearing her. There was something about her right breast that seemed to capture and keep his attention. He was sucking away like a baby on a bottle of milk...
When she yanked out one of his gray hairs.
"Uiranm....ouch..." he mumbled, releasing her breasts from his mouth.
He admonished her, "Knock that childish stuff off right now, or I'll take you right home!"
She shrugged. "If you do, you're liable to run into your old lady, and you know she hates me so she'll probably clobber the both of us."
She had changed the subject successfully, for he replied, angered, "She doesn't hate you!"
"Well, she sure as shit doesn't love me, with me making out with you, now does she?"
"What does that have to do with us?"
"Nothing, unless you take me home, and your old lady's home, too, and we get into a hassle..."
He was getting tired of her silly conversation, but was too polite to tell her so.
So. . .
He took some of the wine from his glass, and poured it over her breasts. Then, he started to lick it off. As he did so, she reached down, and began to run her fingers through his hair, stopping momentarily at a bald spot that was beginning right on the back of his head.
Then, she moved her fingers on, as she felt his tongue and lips caressing her breasts. She had to admit he had a pretty good sense of touch and taste; he was smooth, subtle, and thoroughly arousing. She could feel her clit getting right up there like his prick, and some juices were also beginning to stir inside her pussy.
He continued licking until all the wine was gone from her boobs.
He drew his head back.
She looked at him, wide-eyed with admiration, and said, "James, you've got the greatest mouth in world, I think."
"Better than Tom's?" he needled her a little bit.
"Well ... " she hesitated, not wanting to get all screwed up in making comparisons. " ... Tom's pretty good, but I think you're better. I mean, you've got more experience, more maturity ... you know what I mean."
He smiled, showing his teeth. She had said the right fucking thing, for a change. And, strangely enough, she was beginning to believe what she'd said herself.
That is, she had been comparing James and Tom, ever since that first time with James. He had shown her that he was equal to Tom's youthful energy, but also added an extra touch of experience that Tom didn't quite have yet. She wasn't quite as torn between the two of them, any more, as she'd originally thought she might be.
In fact, she was beginning to think about other things with James as well. Among them-money.
Her job was poorly paid, and Tom wasn't pulling in all that much money, either. There were some things that Cindy would like to have. Not so much as some new rock records or a week in Los Angeles; but, more expensive clothes and perhaps specialized schooling and...
Yes ... why not?
A nice, long vacation trip, entirely paid for by somebody else.
Maybe that somebody else might be James.
Maybe he might even give her a new car in which to go traveling, too.
That would be something to think about.
"Who fucks you better, Cindy Tom or me?"
Startled, she mumbled something about that not being "A fair question" and "Are you tape-recording this?"
He repeated the question.
This time she said, "Look, you've got advantages and disadvantages, and you've both got different-shaped pricks, too. He's got the youth, you've got the experience, and that pretty well says it."
He wasn't satisfied with that.
He grabbed her by the hair, and yanked hard at the back of her head. He thrust his erect prick at her stomach, as if he was holding a gun on her, and said, obviously agitated, "Who's the better fucker, that's what I want to know! Who do you like to fuck Tom, or me? Come on answer me!"
"James ... please ... you're hurting me..."
He kept up the pressure, his eyes blazing with jealousy. She figured the best thing would be to agree with him; she had never seen him so jealous, so sexually frustrated, so childishly-demanding before.
For a moment, she was tempted to walk right off the entire situation, and call the whole thing quits.
Except ...
For the fact. . .
That he had her by long hair.
"You..." she finally blurted out. "You, James . . .you really tear me apart ... turn me on . . .your prick's like TNT . . .inside me . . .really tears me up..."
He let go of her hair.
He removed his prick from her stomach.
He leaned back, satisfied, his eyes still glowing with lust but without that slight trace of madness that had been there before. He poured himself a glass of wine, and gulped it down, chugalug.
"Would you go up against the wall for me, Cindy?" he said, his question abrupt and unexpected.
"Huh?"
"I mean, if I said ... up against the wall, mother..."
She laughed at the phrase she'd heard so many times lately, it was almost a cliche. She poured herself a glass of wine, sipping slowly. She was feeling more relieved now, more sure of herself.
"Yeah, sure, James. Only ... I'm not a mother, you know..."
"Would you like to be one, Cindy."
"Be ... what ... "
"A mother."
Weird, she thought ... what is this mother shit ... does this nut want to knock me up ... or knock me down...
She took a hefty swig of the wine. She was starting to shiver, and goose bumps were breaking out on her skin.
"I'm on the pill, James, if that's what's worrying you."
He looked at her, her white body almost ethereal in the moonlight. She began to feel colder; damn, she thought, let's fuck and get this weirdo shit out of our systems, shall we?
She moved closer to him, clutching his cock. She could feel it was good and stiff, and needed no further stimulation from her to get its beautiful job done.
She began to stroke his hair with her other hand.
"It's very romantic here, James, with the moonlight and the mountains and all that stuff. What do you say we get with it, OK?"
He tweaked her nipples with his thumbs, snapping them like fingers; she could feel the sensations start coursing through her nervous system. Her clit felt as erect as his prick, and her juices were beginning their free-flowing journey now.
"Sure, Cindy ... we'll get with it ... as soon as you ... get up against the wall ... "
He really meant it; he wanted to fuck her standing right up against the wooden wall, with the moonlight streaming in on both of them. She suddenly realized that he wasn't kidding, he meant exactly what he was talking about.
She sighed.
She began to move toward the wall, still clutching his cock. She braced herself in a corner, figuring at least it would be easier for her to remain on her fucking feet this way. He pressed his body against hers, feeling her breasts push against his chest.
She began to put his prick inside her pussy.
His eyes glowed like burning coals; they could have easily been the eyes of a madman, she thought, and maybe she was a little crazy herself to be fucking around with him like this.
Until she felt his cock enter her cunt. . .
And the width of his prick began to stretch her pussy membranes to their utmost. . .
She could hear him puffing with exertion this time, though. She wondered if his age was beginning to tell on him, if he was fucking too hard for his energy level.
But, she stopped wondering when he began to manipulate his prick around inside her pussy, and her vaginal walls struggled to accommodate him. Her pussy juice began to pour out. drenching them both; she started to arch her back, her body buckling against the hard wood of the wall. She could even feel a few splinters getting underneath her skin, which pricked at her and pushed her forward, closer to him.
He was really working her over now, battering his prick inside her pussy, battering her body against the wall .mother...
She grabbed him around the shoulders, dropping her hands to his waist, then down to his buttocks, where she got her fingernails into a good, tight, bloodletting grip. He didn't seem to care or notice; he just kept pounding away at her with his prick, and she could feel her pussy protesting by the unusual amount of juice she was releasing.
She was really fucking him now, going into orgasm after orgasm, her entire body like a vibrating, electrical charge of pure sexual energy. He could feel her fucking him, and he was trying to wait, to let his stuff loose at the proper time...
Cut, she was getting him much too hot to wait. So ... He came.
Right at the very end of one of her orgasms, surprising her with his spurting, jolting streams of sperm, catching her at the wrong moment. She struggled to start another orgasm, and as she did, his intensity increased, and she could really feel him fucking the living shit out of her.
Up against the wall ... Cindy ... you fucking mother . ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"It just doesn't fit any more, Cindy ... what the fuck has this guy done to you?"
"What do you mean, what has he done to me? I'd sure like to know what the fuck's she done to you, Tom!"
It had the makings of a bitter domestic argument, this exchange between Tom and Cindy. Even in bed together, it seemed that there were things trying to separate them.
Tom had just finished fucking Cindy, but he was far from happy with the result of his sexual exertions. He still had his limp dick stuck in her pussy, and they were still lying together, but he was feeling unnerved about the whole thing.
"Cindy," he said, trying to be diplomatic, yet barely controlling an edge in his voice. "I hate to say this..."
"Don't say it, then!" she countered. She was starting to cry, and that was a rare thing in their relationship.
"I'm going to say it anyway!" he said, loudly, defiantly. He continued. "It just doesn't seem to fit. . . "
"What doesn't fit?"
She sniffled; Tom handed her a tissue. She blew her nose without thanking him.
"My cock and your cunt, that's what doesn't fit!"
She was still blowing her nose, as he continued, "You used to have a nice, tight cunt, and it was a real pleasure to get inside you and really make you come. But, now, it seems your cunt's pretty stretched out, or something, because I feel ... well, so fucking lose..."
"Maybe James Smithers has a bigger cock than you, Tom." She paused, to needle him further. "Hasn't that idea ever occurred to you that someone else just might have better and bigger equipment than you?" She sniffled some more, then added, "After all, you don't have the only big cock in the world, you know. There are million of men..., "
"Fuck those millions of men!"
"You fuck them, Tom if you're turning queer!"
Her disdain only served to goad him further. And, to act, in an ironic way, upon the very cock they were both talking about.
He began to feel an erection coming on.
And, as he did so, he also began to feel that her vaginal muscles, sensing his instrument growing inside, began to respond in a thoroughly sexual way.
She could feel herself getting wet, too.
She stopped blowing her nose, and impulsively kissed him on the mouth, using her tongue for a fast french job. He responded lackadaisically, almost uninterested, as her lips puckered away.
She noticed his lack of response, and said, "What's the matter, does June Smithers teach you a different position each time? Our favorite positions aren't good enough for you any longer? You've got to try something new each time we fuck? Or, do you have to have a different woman these days, get that variety in your system, is that it?"
Her mocking comments only caused his cock to grow harder, and as it did so, he began to manipulate it inside her cunt. He could feel her cunt responding, and she, despite her comments, could feel that his cock was getting to her cunt, and of course herself as well.
The whole thing seemed like a completely unnecessary argument. But, once started, it wasn't easy to stop.
Except . . .by fucking it out ... of each other. . .
He twisted his body, so that she was pinned against the bed and the wall. He began to dig his cock inside her cunt, thrusting it forward with long strokes, like a boxer aiming a long left jab. He could feel his stomach against her clit, causing her central nervous system to really turn itself on.
He buried his body into hers, feeling the tautness of her nipples and the squishiness of her breasts against his chest. He began to bite her on the ears, and he could hear her whimpering with ecstasy, their argument apparently forgotten, as he continued to fuck the living shit out of her.
Grabbing hold of her long red hair, he began to run his fingers through her silken strands, fondling them like her skin. She could feel his hands, his body, his cock ... all turning her on . . she temporarily forgot the cause of their disagreement. . .she began to let her bodily rhythms harmonize with his...
And her pussy juice flowed like an open wine bottle.
He was driving her hot with lust, and she was sweating like a pit, drenching the sheets with sweat. So, by this time, was he, as he drove his dick into her harder, even harder, to show her just who the fuck was boss.
Not bothering to wait, he came just as she was going into her very first orgasm. It wasn't premature ejaculation, but quite close to it; she was surprised, because he'd never come quite this quickly before, and her orgasmic exertions were just beginning. Still, she rose to meet the steady, sweet flow of his sperm, devouring every last drop.
Until he pulled out.
Right in the middle of one of her orgasms.
She called for him to return, but he was washing himself off in the shower. A quick drip, and he was putting on his clothes. As she called to him again to come back he had really turned her on, but left her unfulfilled he said, "See you later, I'm going out for a while."
She heard the door close, and he was gone.
He got Into his car, and drove away. As he drove around the town, he tried to think, to figure a way out of what seemed to be a sexual dilemma. He was beginning to regret, in a way, that he'd let June get him into this switching scene in the first place.
He was very tempted to call her and call the whole fucking thing off.
He drove by a row of telephone booths, outside a drugstore. That made him stop; he parked the car, walked over to a booth, got inside, dropped in a dime, and dialed a number.
"Hello?"
It was June Smithers.
"Look, June, this is Tom..."
"It's not your regular night, Tom, so I'm surprised to hear from you," she said, coolly, almost distant.
"Fuck my regular night!" he shouted. Then, more calm, he said, "Is your old man there?"
"No, he's at a business convention, he won't be back for two more days."
"That's fine, because I have to talk to you right now!"
There was a pause at the other end of the wire.
"June ... you still there..."
"Yes, of course, I was just thinking..."
"Well, keep on thinking until I get to your place, because we have a lot of talking to do when I arrive. I'll see you then."
He hung up.
He got back in his car, and drove toward the Smithers home. However, he was careful to park a couple of blocks away, walking the rest of the distance.
When he got to the front door, he rang the bell. June answered the door in her negligee, a baby blue one that was open enough for a touch of tittie to show.
"Did anyone see you?" she asked, as she let him inside and quickly closed and locked the door.
"No, I look like the paper boy collecting for the Sunday edition," he replied. Then, he added, taking a good long look at her voluptuous body showing through the flimsiness of the blue negligee, "You should really ask if anyone saw you. Is there anybody around her with a telescope who might be wanting to watch a different kind of star?"
She gave him a quick french job on the mouth, and said, "You're sweet, Tom. Let me fix you a drink, what would you like."
"Pussy juice."
"I don't come on command, so you'll have to t wait a few minutes for that. While you're waiting ... what would you like?"
He hesitated; as he did so, she cut in with, "Why don't you try some blackberry brandy? It's very good, and it's not too sweet."
"Why not?" he said, and sprawled on the sofa.
She brought him the drink, and sat down beside him. The folds of her negligee fell a bit more, revealing all of her left breast and much of her right as she snuggled close to him. He noticed that her nipples were erect, and he also could feel his own prick starting to go the same way.
Well, he wasn't really here to fuck her, he was her to straighten some things out.
He sipped his brandy. She was right; it wasn't too sweet. And, it was strong, it gave him a very good feeling as it sluiced down his throat.
"You know, Tom, this isn't our regular night; that is, it's not either Monday or Thursday..." She paused, turning on an incandescent smile, letting her lips barely show through the smile, ". ... but I'm glad you came, anyway, especially since James is out of town on business, as I said. I was feeling rather lonely, and I hadn't decided what to do with my evening..."
"Let's talk, June. We're old friends, we should be able to talk over any differences between us, right?"
"Differences?" She cocked an inquisitive eye at him. "What differences would you and I ever have, Tom? We've been friends for as long as I can remember ... "
There was a pause.
"Cut the crap, June."
She gave him a quizzical glance, her nose upturned, her eyes flashing just a touch of fire. Her voice dropped about 20 degrees as she said, "I beg your pardon?"
He reached over and placed his hand on her left breast, giving her a good grip, much like a handshake. He began to tweak her nipple with his thumb, still holding on to her breast, feeling the warmth of her boob in his fingers as he said, "June, this switching thing is starting to screw up my relationship with Cindy. I think we're going to have to cool it, it's getting to be a pain in the ass..."
"How dare you talk to me that way!" she said, huffily, and quickly removing his hand from her breast. She stood up, staring down at him he could see her pubic hairs beneath the negligee, could almost make out her cunt lips outlined there below her clit with cold eyes and hard mouth, adding, but less harshly this time, "I should throw you right out of this house..."
"And right into your bed," he concluded for her.
He took another sip of the blackberry brandy, letting the smooth liqueur caress his throat. He stared at her cunt, as if he was talking directly to that particular portion of her person, as he said, "Cindy comes first, June. And she's feeling pretty fucked up about the whole thing. I think your old man's messing her up too much for my taste, I'll tell you that for sure..."
"Tom, do you like fucking me, or don't
. . .
He glanced up. Her face was now wreathed in a satisfied, sexual smile, and she was licking her lips like a hungry cat. She thrust her breasts toward him, and moved her haunches so that her crotch was almost level with his mouth as she said, before he could reply, "I think you like fucking me very much, Tom. I can tell, you know. And, I don't think it's going to affect your relationship with your girl one bit. Unless she's complaining about your loving..."
"She sure as shit is not!" he replied, angrily.
"Well, then ... if she's not complaining ... and I'm not complaining, what's the problem?"
She picked up her own drink, and sipped it thoughtfully, watching him all the while.
"The problem is that she's been used to fucking me exclusively for the past year, and now she's got to adjust to your old man, and some of the things he does to her aren't what I would do or how I would handle her ... "
"Do you feel that his experience is putting you at a disadvantage with your girl. Tom?"
She was almost smirking with satisfaction as she "said that.
As Tom tried to sputter a reply, she moved toward the brandy bottle, and gave them both a refill. Her eyes met his, and she began to turn on her sexual charm. He could see the burning desire in her orbs, and, at the same time, he could feel his prick growing long and strong, struggling against the confines of his pants.
"Tom, please don't feel embarrassed. James is quite an experienced lover, in his own way. But, after all, you're in the flush of youth, you certainly have much more staying power ... " she paused, winking at him, " ... as I would be the first to confirm."
He sat silently, drinking his brandy, as she continued.
"I think it's just the shock of meeting an older man, of not really wanting to make love with him all that much, and then discovering that he has a lot to offer in the love making department after all. I think, really, that she simply needs a bit more time to get used to the idea. And, the switching so far seems to be working out just fine for all concerned."
She reached down, and patted him on his prick.
"Don't you think so, Tom? Haven't you been enjoying yourself? Isn't the two nights we spend together each week a pleasure for both of us?"
He thought: never argue with June ... she's such a sly, subtle cunt. She really knows how to twist things around. Especially my prick.
He reached for her hand, and the second he touched it-he really wanted to get it off his crotch, at least for the moment-she sat down beside him, and took his other hand and placed it over her left breast again.
He didn't say anything, so she started talking again.
"Tom, if you're worried about Cindy's adjustments, why I'll just pass the word to James to cool it a bit, that's all. I'm certainly not interested in setting up any competition for you. And..." she paused, and whispered into his ear, just after giving him a taste of tongue, " ... I can tell you this for sure, James is no competition for you, not in my bed he isn't."
Tom still didn't say anything.
A lot of thoughts were running through his head.
And, many of them concerned how to get this switching situation-this "fair exchange", as June was so fond of calling it-to swing more toward his advantage, rather than hers. That is, to take charge of the situation by himself, to run the show and not let her run him.
"Tom ... you're very quiet all of a sudden..."
He reached over and kissed her.
At the same time, with his lips pressing hard against hers and his tongue slipping into her mouth, he used his hands to strip the negligee from her body.
Then his hands began to caress her body, to feel out her tits and clit and cunt. They began to work their own kind of sexual magic on her, as he' kept on reaming and creaming her mouth, really turning on the sexual electricity. He could feel her body begin trembling under his sexual onslaught, could feel her perspiration starting to form on her skin.
He got her down on the sofa, and as he kept on caressing her, he could feel her hands unzipping his fly. Then, she got his pants off-first taking off his shoes in the process-and was yanking his cock from his shorts, her fingers fondling his pubic hair and massaging his scrotum.
He broke their kiss, and raised his haunches, so that she could get off his shorts. His socks he didn't care about, one way or the other.
As he continued, to stay raised in the air, shaped like a semi-circle, she got her mouth on his cock and started to gobble it, her hands holding his balls.
He braced his arms against the sofa, and let her lick and suck his cock for a little while, feeling a slight strain on his back. Then, when she had licked all over his crotch, and even tangled her teeth a couple of times in his pubic hairs, he slowly let his body settle back down on hers, taking care that his cock touched and titillated her clit.
She shivered deliciously, the goose pimples of raw encounter raising on her skin.
He felt her response, and kept up his cock against her clit for a little while longer, getting her good and fucking hot to trot.
Then, he eased himself halfway off her, and reached for the brandy bottle. He took a swig himself, then kissed her with his tongue tasting of blackberry brandy, which she licked off as her tongue touched his.
Next, he took the bottle again, and poured a generous sluice of same into her pussy, practically shoving the bottle's neck right in past her cunt lips.
He bent over her midsection, and touched her clit first with his tongue. Feeling her response, he continued, getting his tongue past her cunt lips, which were quivering with desire, and started to lick the blackberry brandy from her pussy.
With short, swift strokes, his tongue struck deep into her cunt. She was moaning now as well as trembling, and she had her hands all over him, almost trying to pull his face into her snatch.
He licked and sucked away, tasting the mixture of liqueur, cunt juice, and perspiration. He began to slurp, as if he was lapping up the remains of an empty glass.
She was half out of her mind with lust now, he could tell that without even looking at her.
He withdrew his mouth from her pussy.
He got the brandy bottle again, and filled her cunt up with the sweet liqueur, exactly as before.
Then, he said, "Wait a while, let the stuff settle this time. When I eat you again, I want the stuff to be fully aged, you know."
"Oh, Tom-you're so-creative-"
"Just wait now, June, and I'll be right back. I'm going to give you a thrill you'll never forget."
He walked out of the living room.
He made his way to the bathroom first, and checked out the contents of the medicine cabinet. There, he found what he expected they would have-some stuff in a tube for relieving irritation of the skin, a thick yellow substance that he coated his cock with, also liberally dousing the stuff over his scrotum. The important thing, to him, was that it relieved burns; that is, was also fireproof in itself.
From there, he moved on to the kitchen, and checked out the contents of the refrigerator. Yes, there was some cream there; in fact, he laughed, when he saw that she had whipping cream on the lower shelf.
He opened the bottle, and filled his mouth with the sweet, sticky stuff. He found one more item he needed, figuring she ought to have matches in the kitchen, if any place.
She did.
He returned to the living room.
June was still lying on the couch, her breasts pointing toward the ceiling, her haunches slightly raised upward. She was half-asleep, and the look of lust was all over her face; her eyes were almost opaque with satiation, as he knelt beside her and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to light your fire, June, and really get you hot-"
She giggled, as he touched off a match and applied the flame to her pussy. The brandy, of course, did what brandy usually does when it's part of a flambe dessert in a fine restaurant. It burst into flames.
June screamed, as she felt the fire sear her cunt.
But Tom, letting the flame only burn for a few seconds, spit out the whipping cream over her flaming bush, and the fire was instantly put out.
Then, climbing on top of her, he carefully thrust his cock into her cunt, not encountering any resistance or much heat, and managed to get it in all the way, while June was still blubbering in a state of semi-shock.
"Like I said, June," he commented, as he started to fuck her, "I'm going to really light your fire!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
As James Smithers calculated it, Operation Switching-June would have called it Operation Fair Exchange-had been going on now for exactly two months, and for the past six weeks it had been a twice-a-week affair.
For him, it had had decidedly mixed blessings.
While it had indeed improved his sex life, causing him to really feel more like fucking, it was still getting to be a confusing, almost jealous, situation, with that virile young stud Tom humping his wife and getting her so fucking hot that he could barely keep up with her in bed. That, to him, was coming pretty fucking close to causing a matrimonial conflict.
Especially since Tom and Cindy weren't married, and therefore Tom had, financially speaking, nothing to lose. But he, James Smithers, had a lot of time-not to mention money-invested in his marriage, and if a divorce ever came about due to this switching situation, he'd lose his ass, again financially speaking.
For example.
On this Thursday evening, he'd invested a pretty penny in the chartering of a private airplane, swearing (with a fat bribe) the pilot to secrecy. He was going to wine and dine Cindy-not to mention fuck her as well-in the sky. Special situations were called for, to really impress the shit out of her, to get her hot for his body and not for Tom's.
Because, James felt as if he was really falling for Cindy. He had even thought of divorcing June and marrying Cindy. But-he was afraid-the cost of getting rid of June-might just be too prohibitive. Still-he was really digging her superlative young fucking cunt, and he had to have that cunt at almost any cost. She was like a Fountain of Youth to him; she was, he believed, responsible for his sexual rejuvenation, and he sure as shit wanted that rejuvenation to continue.
As he left his office, he chuckled. He'd also hired a cook to prepare the food for their airborne meal this evening. Of course, the cook and the pilot would strictly stay up front, so that they wouldn't lay eyes on Cindy nor she on them.
As he hailed a taxi-to make certain nobody noticed his car parked at the airport; he was getting almost paranoiac about people in the town possibly finding out his switching secret-he thought of his bank balance, which had dropped considerably during the past two months. This switching situation was almost pricing him out of the market-he had to figure out a way-to get Cindy for himself-without going broke in the process-He changed his clothes in the taxi. From his dull business suit, he slipped into a velvet shirt with a V-neck open almost to the navel, and a pair of tightass bellbottom trousers that really hugged his frame like a second skin. He'd taken off some weight in the gym, and was looking much more fit externally than he'd looked in years.
Internally, though, he was almost fucked out, from all the powerful pussy he'd been getting. That was another thing; he had to ease off his sex somehow, without alerting either female to the fact that he needed either some male hormones or more time to get it up, without getting a heart attack or burning his prick to a crisp.
Finally, they got to the airport, where he paid off the cabbie and checked into the waiting room. He spotted Cindy easily, despite the huge dark glasses she was wearing and the brim cap she had on, hiding her hair under the cap's covering protection. No one but Cindy would wear hot pants and see-thru blouse and knee-high boots and bullet chain around her waist, plus cap and glasses.
He couldn't miss her.
But, he hoped everybody else did.
She spotted him, and he walked outside, toward the private hangar where the plane, a two-engine job that normally seated six, was waiting. She followed him; he gestured toward one of the mechanics, who passed the word to the pilot.
James and Cindy climbed on board.
There were two seats, placed across from each other, both convertible into sleeping areas. A table was placed for their meal, and a stereo tape deck was installed to furnish them with music. It was playing some of Cindy's favorite rock records, interspersed with some of James' more romantically favorites.
Soon, the plane took off, and they fastened their safety belts.
When the plane was finally leveled out at its cruising height and speed, they removed the safety belts. He got up and got a bottle of wine for them, plus two glasses. It was rich red burgundy, with a full bouquet, and they clinked glasses together.
"To us, Cindy, my love," he said.
"Sure, James, I dig it," she replied. They sipped the wine.
She leaned back, took off her cap, and let her lovely red hair fall down over her shoulders. Her lips were full, looking a touch redder with a patina of wine on them; she looked very kissable, or as if she wanted to suck his cock, if not lick his lips.
He could feel his prick rising again. Well, he couldn't help it; cunt was cunt, after all.
He removed his shoes and socks.
She, noticing him doing so, followed his lead, and did the same with hers. She also undid a few buttons on her blouse, so that a touch of titties showed through.
Her nipples were getting taut right in front of his eyes, he noticed. He drank some more wine, and she followed suit.
She was thinking: I just might pull it off-I'm going to have to talk to him-get him to divorce his fucking wife-then marry me-and still keep Tom as a lover-why should I give up Tom-I want both-and I'll get it-if I play things-just right-He was thinking: I'll suggest that June-move in with Tom-if she won't give me a divorce-maybe I can dig up some dirt-and force her to divorce me-or be exposed as an adulteress-I'll get something going yet-because I've got to have Cindy-for my very own-
"Aren't you going to look at all this wonderful scenery, James?" she chided him, as she glanced out of the window. They were flying over the mountains, and also passing over some lakes and meadows, truly beautiful country indeed.
"The best scenery is sitting right across the table from me," he said, giving her a touch of footsie on her legs.
She responded with some tickling of his toes, as she said, "Thank you, James, that's a beautiful compliment."
"More wine, my dear?"
"I'd love it."
He poured her some more wine, still working his toes along her legs, and gradually moving up to her thighs. She returned his attentions with her own toes, and even got in a few digs at his crotch, which almost caused him to spill his wine all over the table.
"You really should look at the scenery, James," she said, pointing out the window.
"All right," he agreed, and shifted his view.
They had left the mountains now, and were ' flying over broad plains, stretching as far as the eye could see along the horizon. Looking at this, he began to feel lonely, as if he was the last man left in the world. It was too mournful a feeling, so he shifted his view back to Cindy.
She was removing her blouse, saying, with a half-apologetic smile on her lips, "It's a bit stuffy in here, don't you think?"
"Yes, it is a bit warm, but I can hardly open a window, you know."
She laughed. "I wouldn't want either of us to fall out without a parachute."
He took her hand, squeezing it, and added, "My dear, I wouldn't eyen want to fall with a parachute!"
Then, releasing her hand, he raised his wine glass in another toast to her beauty, saying, "I'd much rather fall on you, my dear, any day."
She assumed a look of mock horror, and said, "Please-James-not before dessert-"
They were getting along so nicely it seemed logical that they should have dinner together.
So, he got up, and pulled out some food from the portable oven, which was keeping it warm.
The main course, as befits a cruise over the lake country and mountains, was fish.
Broiled brook trout, with buttered peas and carrots, and a fruit salad.
They ate, mostly silent; it's hard to talk with your mouth full.
As they ate, he played more footsie with her, this time getting his foot right in her crotch, feeling her cunt and clit stirring beneath the pantyhose. And, she did the same for him, feeling his prick moving almost the second she touched him.
In fact, he'd had a hard-on of varying lengths ever since they'd taken off.
He couldn't help it; she simply turned him on. But, he certainly didn't want to run around all day with his prick outlined against his pants, either. Much less let her think he'd do anything for her, thus letting her get the upper hand in their relationship.
Although, in some ways-even he would have to admit it, if quizzed-she already had the upper hand. Because she always got his prick to go up, that's why.
He noticed her eyes growing warmer and more lively, the more he looked at her. He figured the wine was helping, for it was almost double-strength (he'd seen to that) and so smooth it went down quite easily.
The music was doing its job, too, because he noticed her body often shimmying to the beat, even while she was sitting down. Her head would nod, from time to time, as the beat got stronger and stronger, and he could feel her foot tap out the rhythms on his leg as she did her footsie thing with him.
When they were finished with the meal, she looked at him with undisguised admiration in her eyes and said, sincerely, 'Thank you, James, you really know how to treat a girl-"
"You're a woman, not a girl!" he interrupted, letting the words leap out so fast he hardly realized what he was saying. He immediately cursed himself for being too impulsive, for letting his feelings show too fast.
What was the matter with him? Why wasn't he playing things cool? What was he getting so excited about? She was just another young cunt among many young cunts-She reached beneath the table and unzipped his fly, causing his prick to pop out. He blushed, for a second, then smiled so that his tongue was hanging out a few inches as she played with his prick as she said, "What's for dessert, James?"
He almost replied, "You're already playing with it." But, instead he said, "That's a surprise. I'll get it right now."
He got up and went to the refrigerator, pulling out two covered dishes, the covers marked "His" and "Hers." He brought them to the table, setting them down in the appropriate place. As he sat down again, he said, "I'll show you mine first, then you can show me yours."
"Do you want me to take off my skirt and pantyhose right now?"
"No, that's not what I mean."
He lifted the cover from his dessert dish.
She stared at what she saw there, her eyes wide open, her mouth opening equally wide. They, she licked her lips, and started laughing in merriment as she understood what she was seeing.
It was a chocolate cunt.
That is, a cream puff baked in the shape of a woman's cunt and filled with whipped chocolate cream. It was, as one might say, good enough to eat.
"Now let's look at yours, my dear."
With great expectation and curiosity, she carefully removed the cover from her dish.
She gasped in surprise-then laughed out loud-
For, she was looking at a chocolate cock.
Like his, a cream puff constructed in the shape of a man's cock, and filled with chocolate whipped cream.
"You may take the first bite, Cindy."
"No, James, I insist that you be first, you're the host."
"But you're the guest, so you go first."
After a brief discussion, they decided to do it simultaneously. At a given signal, each of them dug their spoons into their dessert, and got a good mouthful.
Then, she passed her spoon to him, letting him lick off her spoon-licking part of the chocolate cock-and he did the same for her, allowing her to partake of part of his chocolate cunt.
They laughed at their private joke, and continued to eat their suggestive desserts until they were but a memory, cleaning the dishes completely.
They washed them down with more wine.
They were feeling quite full, after all that food.
But-
Not quite so full that they didn't feel like fucking around with each other.
Which was, naturally, the reason they were together in the first place.
He sat there, looking at her, admiring the curvature of her breast and the pinkness of her nipples. He took off his own shirt, and she reached forward, twinning her fingers in his chest hairs, which were curled as thickly as a bramble bush.
"You're really hairy, James."
"I guess I've got more hair on my chest than on my head, that's all."
"Bullshit, there's plenty of hair up there."
She reached her other hand to rub her fingers in the hair on his head. She noticed the beginning bald spot there, but she didn't say anything.
Then, she let go of him, poured herself some more wine, and placed the full wine glass over each of her breasts in turn, leaving a patina of wet wine on her nipples. She said, "Would you like some more wine, James?"
He got the message.
He leaned forward, his mouth open, his tongue hanging out like a thirsty dog. He began to lick the wet wine off her nipples, feeling the tautness of them and the softness of her breasts. She began to shiver with delight, and he could also feel his prick, still sticking out from his pants, began to stiffen appreciably.
She reached beneath the table and clutched his cock again, and he almost came right into her hand.
She sensed this, and let go of his cock.
She put her hands on top of the table, and an idea entered her head. She reached for his left hand, and, before he quite knew it, she had pried loose his wedding ring and was trying it on her third finger, left hand.
"Hey-what the fuck-are you doing-"
"I'm playing wife, that's all." She pouted at him. "I've never been a wife before, I wanted to see how it feels."
He looked at her, a quizzical, almost suspicious, expression on his face. He wasn't quite sure what kind of game she was trying to play with him now. And yet, he began to feel a different kind of thrill, as his imagination went to work on her suggestion.
Wife-married-legally fucking her-day and night-fine young cunt-built to last his lifetime and longer fucking her-exclusively-for all time-He gulped down his wine, and poured himself another glass. He knocked off half of that, then leaned back, licking his lips, his smile almost sinister, like a villain on a late, late movie.
She was still playing with his ring, twisting it around that particular finger. Of course, it wouldn't fit, so she ended up switching it to her forefinger, where it managed to stay in place.
"Are you going to give me my ring back, Cindy?"
She grinned mischievously, as she said, "Not now, I think I'll keep it-for a souvenir-a remembrance of our times together-"
"What do you mean, remembrance?" He was suddenly feeling both sick and suspicious at the same time.
She cocked her eyebrows, pointing her nose toward the ceiling, and said, "Well, I don't know-it seems to me-that our relationship-just isn't really going anywhere-"
Before he could comment, she quickly added, "Not with your wife still owning you, anyway."
"No one owns me!" he shouted, banging his fist on the table. Then, remembering something, he added, "And what about Tom? You're living with him, aren't you? How does he fit in with out-relationship-"
She reached beneath the table again, and this time she grabbed his cock so hard that he could feel her fingernails digging into his scrotum as she said, almost savagely, "Tom's just a boy, and you're a man!"
Both reassured and suddenly stimulated, he grabbed her hand and got her to let go of his prick. Then, he tossed the table aside, letting the dishes fall all over the floor. He stood up, his prick sticking out of his pants like a loaded gun; he unbuckled his belt and took off his pants, then dropped his drawers. But, he left his socks on, not bothering to remove them.
Then, he reached over and grabbed her by her skirt, and practically pulled it off, disposing of her pantyhose in the same way.
She smiled, secretly laughing. She knew now that she had him at her mercy, that she had really planted the seeds of suspicion, and that some beautiful flowers would result. She had got him hot for marriage; and, marriage must, in his case, logically follow divorce.
As his wife, she'd have his money. And, she'd still have Tom, too; though, she wouldn't mention that to him. Not here. Not now.
"Well, James, what are you waiting for? If you want to fuck me, then fuck me. But, first-" She dangled her finger with his ring in his eyes, "-we must legalize our relationship-"
He leaped upon her like a hungry animal.
Even she was surprised at the abruptness, almost the violence, of his approach, as he wrestled her to the floor and slammed his cock into her crotch. He covered her face with passionate kisses, as he struggled to get his cock inside her cunt.
She realized that she'd better fuck him right now, or he might get really violent, and no telling where that might lead. She got hold of his cock, and helped him get it inside her cunt, which sufficiently lubricated by this time to allow for easy, though hard-thrusting, passage.
He began to pound her pussy as if his prick was a hammer. She shuddered, almost as much in fear as in sex, as she felt her pussy juices flowing. Then, giving herself to the wonderful feeling of fucking, she let herself go into orgasm, her vaginal muscles clutching his cock in a tight, vice-like grip.
He humped and pumped her, feeling her breasts against his chest and her clit against his stomach. All he could think of was fucking her-of divorcing June-of marrying Cindy-he really had the unexpurgated hots for her-fuck Tom-fuck June-but fuck Cindy first-He came.
It was a violent, volcanic ejaculation, and he fired off his rounds one after the other, each hitting her pussy with the impact of a bullet. She'd never been fucked so violently, so erotically before, and she practically went out of her mind. All she could say was, "Divorce June-" as he mumbled in reply, while still fucking her, "I will-
CHAPTER NINE
June was sitting at the kitchen table, still wearing her bathrobe-though it was nearly noon-and sipping, almost gulping down, her third martini of the morning.
She wasn't usually a morning drinker, by any means. However, James had really given her such a fright, such a shock, that she felt she had to have something in her system to get her through the rest of the day.
She shook her head, sipping her drink. She still couldn't understand how it had happened. Last night, James had been the best of lovers, better than he'd ever been for years, really fucking her where it counted. She had assumed that the switching was really working for him, that fucking Cindy was making him feel young and virile again, and that this feeling was also spilling over to her when he fucked her. How utterly wrong she had been! When, after a fast morning fuck before he went off to work, he'd told her that he wanted a divorce-She had almost shit her panties. That wasn't the way she had planned it; no, not at all. The switching was supposed to get her Tom as a lover and keep her James as a husband. The best of both worlds-fucked by the former, supported by the latter.
But, it wasn't working out that way, was it? So she had told herself.
James had said, "I've made up my mind, and if you try to fight it, I'll just collect evidence about you and Tom that'll make plenty of scandal for you, so you'd better get used to the idea."
Just like that.
He hadn't set any time limit, telling her they could all discuss that later. When she had replied, "What if I bring divorce action against you? Wouldn't that affect your job, your social standing, in the community? It would embarrass you much more than me," he had countered swiftly, moving toward her at the same time, with, "If you do that, and I lose my job, who's to pay you off or give you some money to live on? Will your boy friend Tom support you as I've done? You just think about that." She was.
Thinking about that.
The more she thought about it, the less she liked it.
The whole switching operation had been her idea, and now it was backfiring, right in her face.
She took another sip of her drink.
She wasn't exactly high, but she was feeling the gin and vermouth sluice through her bloodstream, and it wasn't helping her to feel good, either. What she needed was a good, passionate fuck-and, from who else but Tom?
The situation was this; somehow, someway, she had to manipulate Tom into helping her out, into getting this divorce thing out of James' head. There had to be a way-there must be a way-Tom was young and bright, he might think of something-together, she and Tom were bound to come up with something-She could feel her clit quivering as she thought of Tom's young, curly-haired face and his long, lean cock. Oh, did she want him-did she need him-right now-
She finished her drink, and, reaching for the extension phone, dialed a number.
The receptionist at Tom's place of employment answered, and soon switched her call in to Tom.
"Hello?"
She felt reassured immediately, the second she heard his commanding, masculine voice coming over the phone.
"Hello, Tom, this is June."
Silence for a few seconds.
Then, he said, trying hard to keep the irritation out of his voice, "I don't want you calling me at work, and you know why. Now, let me call you back on my lunch hour, I've got to hang up now-"
"Please!" she almost shrieked into his eardrums. "Please, Tom-I've got to see you-how soon can you come over here-"
"I'll call you later, good-bye!"
He hung up.
She signed; nothing she could do but wait.
She made herself a sandwich, and, since there was some ice cream left in the refrigerator-maple nut flavor-she ate a dish of that. She drank some cold milk to get the taste of booze out of her mouth, and to ease the feeling of the alcohol in her system.
Then, she took off her bathrobe, and changed to a purple peignoir that was really sheer, not to mention the sexiest garment she possessed. She put on some classical, romantic music on the stereo, and lay down on the couch to rest.
Feeling still somewhat erotic, she began to play around with her tits and clit, fondling her nipples and touching her clitoris until she had almost worked herself into a state of fucking herself. She was tempted to finger-fuck herself, at least to give her some fast sexual feelings for the moment, when she heard the phone ringing.
She got hold of it on the fourth ring. "Hello?"
"This is Tom. Are you alone."
"Well, of course I'm alone-James is at work-and I've already sent the milkman on his way-"
"Hey, June, I don't feel like jokes all of a sudden, you sounded pretty worried about something before. Now, I haven't eaten yet, I wanted to call you right away, because you said it was so fucking important-" He paused, adding, "Can't it wait until tonight?"
"No-Tom-please come over-please come to me-now-I need you-right now-"
There was a long silence on his end of the phone.
"Tom-are you still there-Tom."
"Easy on my eardrums."
"I'm sorry-but, please, Tom-I need you now-"
Another few seconds of silence, until he replied, "I'll be right over, but I can't stay long. Have your story ready, I don't want to waste my time. Good-bye."
As he rang off, she had a thought, an idea that went back to the first time she fucked him. She began to smile, thinking: I'll make him a vodka malted-I'll get him high-like I did before-then he'll do what I want-like he did before-
She did just that, using some of the maple nut ice cream, which had such a strong flavor that even she could hardly detect the vast amount of vodka she put into it. Sue made two-one for each-and put them in the freezing compartment of the refrigerator.
He was there within a quarter of an hour.
When she answered the door, he practically ran inside the house, keeping his head down and concealed in a corner of his suit jacket. He said, after she had closed the door, "I don't think anybody saw me, so we're safe. But I can't stay for very long, I've got to get back to work-"
"I understand that, Tom," she said, as politely and as understanding as possible. "Here, sit down, and I'll get you a drink."
Before he could object, she was in the kitchen, taking the vodka malted out of the refrigerator. She brought the two of them into the living room and placed them on the coffee table. He was sitting in a lounge chair near the sofa, and she sprawled herself on the sofa, making sure that her purple peignoir was revealing as much of her to his eyes as possible.
He took a tentative sip of his drink.
He smiled, and gulped down a good dollop of the stuff, as he said, "Hey-maple nut-one of my favorite flavors-"
"I thought you'd like it, Tom."
"Did you put much vodka in this stuff?"
"Just a taste, Tom-you can tell that, can't you?"
In truth, the malted was now slightly frozen from being kept in the freezing compartment, so that he could only detect a small amount of the total vodka expenditure. He felt only a touch of the booze going into his system, as he slurped away happily at the malt, while she merely sipped hers, slowly and easily.
"Now, Tom, we have a problem, and I'll make it short and sweet." She stopped, almost laughing, as she caught the significance of her own unrealized joke. "Well, maybe not so sweet, but sufficiently short-"
"That's a beautiful negligee, in case I haven't mentioned it before," he said, eyeing her boobs threatening to break loose from their folds.
"Thank you, Tom. I bought it especially for you, you know."
"I don't know, but I still like it. It's too tempting, though, I've got to get back to work pretty soon-"
He stopped in mid-sentence, because he could feel his prick responding to her sexuality. He could feel his instrument becoming harder. He struggled to keep a straight face; he crossed his legs, and sipped some more of his malted. He could feel the vodka going into him, but somehow it didn't seem all that strong or that there was all that much of it in the malted.
'Tom, James is in some strange sort of mood, , he's definitely upset by our situation-"
"What bout his situation?" Tom interjected, a trifle angrily, thinking of Cindy fucking James, which fact had never excited him then and did so even less now.
'That's not the point," she continued. 'The point is that James has become so aggravated by our arrangement that he's threatened to divorce me-
"Divorce?" Tom appeared stunned. He reached for his malted-it was about half-empty now-and took a generous gulp. "After all the years you've been married? What is it, ten or fifteen-"
"Twenty," she corrected him. 'Twenty years of a happy marriage, and he wants to throw the whole thing over. But, listen to this-" She got up from the sofa, her negligee flowing like a queen's train, and, standing next to him, her breasts almost at the level of his mouth, she whispered into his ear, "-he also wants to marry your girl friend Cindy."
"What?"
Tom almost dropped his malted in his lap. As it was, he did spill a few drops on his shirt and tie. He didn't mind that, though it would look sloppy at work for the rest of the afternoon. What had got to him was the fact that sweet little, sexy little Cindy had not said one fucking word of this to him-not one fucking word-
"Not one fucking word-she didn't say one fucking word-to me-"
He seemed in a daze, and he started mumbling incoherently. He gulped down some more of his malted, leaving only about an inch left in the glass. He really dug Cindy; and, for a moment, he wondered if June herself was to blame for this hideous thing that was now happening to him.
"June-this is all your fault-from the time you first fucked me-by slipping me-one of these fucking malted milks-"
Angrily, he pitched his glass across the room.
It smashed against the wall, the remainder of the malted dribbling down the wall. June gave him a stern, disapproving glance, but she said nothing.
She looked at his eyes, and she saw that the vodka was getting to him, as she had expected it to. She could feel a strange tingling along her skin; she could feel her clit and her nipples becoming taut and hard. Her cunt began to churn in expectation of releasing its delicious juice; she realized that Tom was indeed a very attractive young man, especially when he was angry, as he was now.
"Shit-I've got one old lady-she's not so fucking old, either-like you-and you had to get me fucking around-with you-with this switching scene-so now your old man-is fucking both of us-"
Tom stood up, but he was staggering a bit, and he was starting to sway. He pointed an accusing finger at June, and almost pitched forward on his face. He tried to straighten himself up; not quite making it, he slumped back into the chair again, and buried his face in his hands. He started to cry.
"Tom, don't be a crybaby. Be a man about this. Listen to me, I have a plan, I've thought of an idea that will work things out for both of us."
Not really.
That is, she had not yet; but, figuring it was as good a way to get Tom's attention as anything else at this time, she laid it on him.
He raised his head, peeping his eyes through his fingers. He mumbled, "What-kind of plan-tell me-let's get the fucking thing-in gear-"
She said, slowly, turning on every ounce of sex appeal she could and putting it right into every inflection of her voice, "I will, Tom-I'll tell you-but first, you should go to bed-you're very tired-let June lead you-to bed-"
"Fuck going to bed-got to get-back to work-"
"Just a short nap, Tom-sleep for half an hour or so-then I'll get you-back to work-"
She reached over, and patted him on the crotch.
He jumped up hastily from the chair, then threw his arms around her, as if she was his mother offering him love, warmth, and protection. Making sure her breasts were firmly pressed against his chest, she began to half-lead, half-drag him toward the bedroom.
It was a lot of work getting him up the stairs, but she managed. Finally, half-carrying him down the hall, she got him into the master bedroom and into the mistress' bed. She took off his shoes and socks, and removed his coat and tie as well.
Then she leaned over, and unzipped his fly. She placed his prick on her hands, and began to kiss him on the mouth at the same time, her tongue slipping into his mouth and caressing his tongue as her hands were caressing his cock.
She could feel that his cock was responding to her touch, and he could feel it growing in her hands. He was too exhausted to kiss her back, but he liked the warmth of her tongue reaming his mouth.
When she was finished, she let go of his cock and stopped kissing him.
She began to remove his shirt, and then she got his pants pulled off. Finally, off came his shorts.
She took off her purple peignoir, and covered his body with the garment as if it was a shroud and he was a corpse. He could feel the silky fineness of the garment on his skin. He could barely notice the incongruity of the rich color against his white skin.
'That feels good-I look like-a king-about to be crowned-"
"You've always been at least a prince in my book, Tom," she said, squeezing his prick again.
Then, she sat down on the bed next to him, her ripe buttocks nestling against his. She said, softly, with great seductiveness in her voice, "I have the perfect plan for solving both of our problems, Tom. But, I must insist that you help me out, do as I say, so that both of us can get through this trying period without any trouble."
He hesitated. Somewhere, in a part of his mind, a voice told him that letting June run the show could only lead to further trouble. It was an insistent, nagging voice, and he found it hard to dismiss its ideas.
But-he was feeling so beat-so tired-listen to her-maybe she did have-a good idea-on setting things straight-
And getting Cindy back to him for full-time fucking.
Which was, of course, farthest from June's mind.
She had indeed thought up a plan, what there was of it. It was the only thing she could think of at the moment, but it just might work.
"Listen carefully, Tom," she said, coming closer to him. "I think what James needs is to be discouraged from fucking Cindy any further. Don't you agree?"
He nodded. Of course, he didn't think of the corollary of that proposition; that is, that if that happened, then he should also obviously be discouraged from fucking June any further. That, however, was not what June had in mind at all.
"I thing the best way to accomplish that goal is for Cindy to turn on the power, the next time she fucks James-"
"Fuck James-I want to fuck Cindy-I don't want her-fucking James any more-"
She whipped off the purple peignoir, and lay down beside him. She took, hold of his prick again, and, drawing it toward her mouth, she kissed it and tongued it until it almost exploded right in her face. As she did so, she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second.
"Listen to me, Tom-we get Cindy fucking James-three, four times a week-turning it on full strength-he's too old for that-he won't be able to handle her-he'll have to cut down-or have a heart attack-"
"She'll be-fucking him-that much more often-"
"No, Tom, it'll only be for a few weeks. By that time, he'll be so fucked out that he'll voluntarily call off the whole thing, come back to me and you'll have Cindy all to yourself again."
She snuggled closer to him; she picked up his right hand and placed it over her left breast. Almost automatically, be began to fondle her breast, and she began to get hotter as he did so.
"But, June-what does that get you-"
"What do you mean, Tom?"
"I mean-Cindy comes back-to me-what about you-and me-you'll have to give me up-too-otherwise-it won't be fair-"
She thought: goddam him, he's not drunk enough.
She said, 'Tom, well talk about that after James gives up Cindy. After all, I'm doing this for you, you know. Because you're my favorite young man, and you have been for a long, long time. And, don't forget it."
To make sure he didn't forget it, she climbed on top of him and rested her cunt lips against his cock. His cock was plenty stiff now, and she moved so that it touched her trembling clit.
A surge of sexual thrills shot through her, as she rubbed her clit against his cock, then brought the cunt lips back into position again. She began to descend on him, her cunt opening with great sucking sounds as she pressed her pussy down on his prick. Her muscles clutched his cock and started to work out as it slid inside her, inch by lovely inch.
Tom started mumbling something, but she began kissing and caressing him, and her cunt was soon completely filled by his cock.
She began to hump him, raising her body up and down, feeling his cock quiver in response. She could feel her juices flowing, and she could feel the both of them beginning to perspire.
Her breasts fondled his chest, and he felt warm and desired, petted and loved. He stopped thinking about Cindy and James and even, to some extent, her. He stopped thinking about everything; for, all he could feel was the beautiful, urgent passions of sex.
He felt his balls strangling in the confines of his scrotum, his cock choking in the clutch of her cunt. He reached up and got his arms around her waist, then dropped them to get a fairly firm grip on her ass.
She was coming like a waterfall now, her pussy pouring forth gallons of juice, getting both of them drenched in the process. He tried to thrust his cock forward, to make sexual connection with her cunt; it was a strain, and he could feel it in his back muscles.
Her vaginal muscles began to help him, as she felt his distress, they began to manipulate his prick, shoving it this way and that, making sure it touched all bases inside her pussy.
And, at last, he came.
like a geyser erupting, he came with that steady, spurting stream she loved so much. She used all the suction possible in her pussy to get his sperm flowing into her, to keep him going while she racked both of their bodies with orgasmic-convolutions.
She was really feeling pretty fucking good, as she got him fucking her, kept him fucking her, enjoying every orgasmic bit. Until she heard him mutter, "Cindy-fuck me, Cindy-keep on fucking me-Cindy-"
CHAPTER TEN
"Cindy, what the fuck is this all about?"
"Tom, just listen to me, and I'll tell you. It's really a scheme for both of us to get our hands on some money." She pouted, suggestively, as she continued, "After all, you don't make much money, you know, and we do need some things that money can buy-so why not have James' money do the buying?"
They were in the apartment, in bed together.
Tom was quizzing Cindy about the so-called
"divorce" that James Smithers wanted from June, in order for James to "marry" Cindy.
"Look, Cindy, all I know is that June's husband-and June told me this was the straight scoop-wants to divorce her and marry you. Now, where the fuck does that leave me?"
As if to emphasize his question, he tweaked her clit, snapping his fingers against it, feeling the appendage respond and her body shiver with delight.
"Tom-not while I'm talking-"
"Just keep on talking-I'll keep on playing-" He paused, adding, somewhat edgily, "If you're going to marry this guy, I better get all the fucking I can from you right now, before you split this scene."
"Oh, Tom, have you no confidence? In me? In yourself?" she asked, as her hands played with his hair. Both his head hair and his pubic hair.
She continued, "Look at it this way. Suppose James does divorce June and marry me. He's not such a young man any more, lots of things could happen to him. Why-" She paused, her lips really pouting, an evil smile appearing on her other wise innocent face, "-he might have a heart attack, or something. Lots of big businessmen do, you know."
Tom almost whistled in admiration.
He still wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, if she was really planning, as she seemed to indicate, to set things up so that James just might depart the world and leave his money to her, of course. Exactly what June had in mind; except, that June wanted the money for herself, and naturally no divorce.
He moved his fingers up to her breasts, and began to squeeze her titties, his thumbs flicking her nipples. He could feel her bodily responses, and she could feel his tender, talented fingers working out on her.
"Tom-please believe me-things will work out-just fine-just let me handle things-my own way-for a change-"
Her own way.
He thought: you've always been getting your own way with me ever since we've been living together, so what the fuck is the difference anyway?
He wished he could trust her completely.
But, at the moment, with June's and Cindy's conflicting desires-as far as his hot young body was concerned-he really didn't quite trust anybody any more. Anybody who came equipped with clit and tits, that is.
He began to think that possibly both June and Cindy were using him, were exploiting him, both of them wanting him as a love object, a sexual stud, to satisfy their own insatiable desires, with no particular consideration for his feelings. He thought: talk about women's liberation-I need some men's liberation-for myself-
Perhaps, he thought further, my best idea right now is just to play along with both of them, keep fucking them both until I spot some advantage I can take or until I get some game plan going. Just play it by ear for now. Or, by cock for their cunts.
"What are you going to do, Cindy? Marry him, and then slip arsenic in his coffee?"
"Oh, Tom!" She reached over to scratch his scrotum, and he almost jumped in response; her fingernails were filed down smoothly, and she had a way of getting him sexually aroused like few other females did. "Nothing that obvious or stupid, you can be sure. I just think that something can be worked out to satisfy both of us-"
She let that sentence trail off, like smoke from a cigarette. She looked at Tom, with plenty of love light in her eyes; they were glowing like burning coals, her eyebrows arched like a cat's. She said, "And, after I marry James, and after he passes on, then I'll have all that money and we can be together permanently again-"
"Unless you marry some other guy in the meantime," he blurted out, and was immediately sorry the second those words escaped his lips.
"Well-if you feel that way about it-"
Tom cursed himself for not keeping big mouth shut.
She started to get out of bed.
"Hey. Cindy-where the fuck are you going-"
" "I'm a free agent, so where I'm going is really no concern of yours. You don't own me, you know," she said, as she started to get dressed.
Tom thought: enough is enough.
As she was starting to slip into a blouse, he simply grabbed the garment away from her. Then, he pulled her back into bed again. She started to struggle, but he got her down, and then he got his mouth against hers.
He started to kiss her hard, giving her a couple of love bites on her lower lip. He heard her breath draw back in response, and then be got his tongue inside her mouth and started to ream her mouth membranes.
She could feel his tongue working out, like a cock in her cunt. She was tempted to bite him back; but, his tongue was caressing her tongue, and lapping so nicely at her moist mouth membranes that she began to get a good feeling from his tongue's touch.
Kissing him back, she instinctively moved her body closer to him. He reached over, and began playing with her big boobs again, his hands gently stroking her base and the bottom of her boobs, in contrast to his tongue, which was stirring up her mouth like a poker in hot coals.
She was making no effort to leave him now.
And, he sensed that he was again, as always, turning her on. He thought that, for the moment, his best bet was to go along with her, but to keep up the pressure, to keep on fucking her so that she'd sure as shit know the basic difference between James and himself.
James might have more experience-and, due to their obvious difference in ages, there was nothing he could do about that-but he had more sheer strength, and more sexual longevity, more staying power, of that he was sure.
She was really responding now, so he gave her a last touch with his tongue and, removing it from her mouth, he got his hands in her crotch and moved his mouth over to her breasts.
He started to lick her breasts, the left one first, his tongue gently licking at the hardness of her outstretched nipple. He could feel er body really reacting now, and she could feel those juices in her cunt starting to churn.
His tongue moved on, licking across her left breast down to the base and around the base, and then back to the nipple again.
When he was finished with her left, he did the same with her right.
She was feeling his prick now, and she noticed that it was not quite hard enough.
So, when he was finished licking her breasts, she moved her head down to his crotch and started to suck his cock.
No licking this time; all mouth action.
She got his cock inside her mouth, and gave him just a touch of teeth. She felt him wince-he felt her teeth touching his cock and it gave him a sexual thrill-and then, she let her lips crush smoothly against his cock, her tongue come along and touch its tip.
Her mouth membranes began to ream him as she started to suck his cock, drawing great gulps of breath from her throat, drawing him further and further inside her great sucking mouth.
He felt as if his cock was sliding right into her cunt, the way she was working out on him.
Her saliva was salty, but smooth as cunt cream, as she sucked and sucked away. She could feel him growing inside of her, and he could feel that his prick was becoming long and strong, the more she sucked.
He got his finger into her cunt, and felt her wetness. She was plenty wet, her juices flowing nicely now. He smiled with anticipation; he'd fuck her good, good enough for her to remember who was her favorite fuck, James or himself.
When she felt that he was hard enough, she stopped sucking, and took his cock from her mouth. Then, she kissed him tenderly-on the eyes, nose, and, finally, the mouth, with lots of tongue.
She spread her legs, her toes turning upwards, and he climbed on top of her and raised his cock over her cunt like a hammer over a nail, or a screw over its socket. He made a few dramatic .gestures, as if he was going to beat the shit out of her with his prick.
She laughed, digging his sense of humor.
Then, he began his descent, slowly, his cock getting closer and closer to her cunt. He touched her clit, giving it a good nudge on the way down, and she responded by grabbing his balls and yanking his cock all the way down herself.
His cock hit her cunt lips, and they parted immediately to let him inside. He could feel his cock sliding along her well-lubricated cunt, touching all her interior walls in its journey. Her pussy membranes parted to let his prick inside, and she began to let her juices flow that much more freely, her body shivering and shuddering as she felt him touching all of her.
As his cock finally made it all the way in, he eased his body down? on hers, his chest pressed hard against her bounteous breasts. Her nipples creased his skin like pinpricks.
He began to work out on her, and she started squirming like a worm on a hook.
He got his cock really touching all of her cunt membranes, and she started to come in earnest.
Her haunches heaved, her pelvis pulled itself upright, and her back arched like a fucking cat with a fucking cunt, as he drove into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
She was snuggling her head close to his, kissing him in the ears: He had his hands around her neck, yanking at her lovely red hair and caressing the nape of her neck at the same time.
His rhythms were steady now, and" he was still holding back, letting" her orgasms rise and fall like tidal waves, letting her know that he would give her satisfaction when he was good and fucking ready, and until that time, she could scream for it all she fucking well liked, but she'd only get it when he, not she, decided.
From her moans and mutterings, he could tell she was almost on the verge of begging for it. Her orgasms were increasing in intensity, and she was perspiring enough now to drench the bed in sweat, still, he waited, feeling the strain on his scrotum, feeling his prick stretched out like a clothesline-holding back-waiting for what he considered the magic moment-
When he'd really give her a flying fuck to remember him by.
And, at the crest of her biggest and best orgasm, his timing impeccable, he let it all hang out.
He came.
like a box of dynamite going off, he exploded inside her with all the force he could muster, all the sex he'd been saving up, and really jolted her all the way to her hair follicles. His sperm spurted out in a steady, flowing stream, and her greedy pussy membranes gulped the stuff as fast as he could churn it into her. He fucked her and he fucked her, constantly calling up more sperm in reserve, blasting her pussy's insides until she had a bomb crater for a cunt.
He made her cry for more, and he gave her more.
By the time he was finished fucking her, they were both fucked out, and she'd felt his prick inside her pussy as never before. She was almost too exhausted to get herself into the shower and clean herself up.
But, she had to.
Because, it was Friday night, and she had a date with James.
Oh, yes, the switching had been increased to three times a week, now, Monday and Wednesday and, of course, Friday. It had, however been more like a two or three out of four vote margin, rather than unanimous decision.
When she was cleaned and dressed-in a pink pants suit with a low-V neck-she kissed him good-bye, and went happily on her way.
He lay back, exhausted, thinking that he'd inspired her on to greater sexual heights with James Smithers. And, as June had pointed out, letting Cindy fuck him with renewed vigor would be bound to have some side effects on June's husband that could-hopefully would-be beneficial to both of them.
He would, of course, be seeing June soon.
But, he was in no hurry; he just lay back, marshalling his strength, staring at the ceiling, thinking that he'd better come up with a game plan pretty soon or he might get his ass knocked right out of the ball park.
While he lay there, thinking, trying to figure out such a plan, Cindy was on her way to meet James.
James had gone himself one better this time.
Instead of taking her up in a plane and flying her over the mountains and lakes, he had chartered a private jet, especially for her, and was flying her to Chicago, less than an hour away. She was to meet him at the airport, taking a cab there; she had put on some huge dark glasses and a long, floppy hat, plus her pants suit covered any other identifiable characteristics from any possible prying eyes.
When she got to the airport, there was a message for her in the reception room. The message told her to go to a particular exit ramp, which she did, where the private jet was waiting. A girl waved her on board, after checking a few Ld.sof hers, just to make sure.
James, wearing black tie and a dark blue formal ensemble, was waiting for her inside the plane.
Though the plane could easily accommodate many more, they were the only two there.
She was impressed, to say the least. She did some quick calculations, and figured out that, for this evening alone, it must be costing him in the thousands.
Of course, since it was Friday, they wouldn't be flying back until the next day, so they would have all that evening to be on the town and all of the next morning to sleep before departing. A nice deal, all around.
"Cindy, my dear, you have never looked lovelier," he said, rising and kissing her hand, European style.
She thought: he's really gone bananas over me this time, I'm really in solid with him.
She said, "Thanks, James, I can hardly say how much I dig the way you've set up this scene for me."
"The pleasure of your company is more than sufficient, my dear," he replied, offering her a glass of champagne from the iced bottle next to their seats.
She looked him over as closely as he did the same with her.
He was more tanned, apparently from the sunlamps in his gym. His face was quite wrinkle-free, and it even looked as if his beginning bald spot had been stopped (or a toupee had been conveniently placed there). He was almost as suave-looking as one of the hosts from a late night talk show on TV.
She sat down next to him, crossing her legs. He reached over to pat her on the pussy, trying to feel if her clit was getting up there for him. It wasn't; not yet. In return, she fondled his crotch, noticing that his prick started to swing into action the second she touched it-through his pants. She thought: he's really got the hots for me, maybe I'll pull this marriage bit off with him-if he gets his divorce-
His divorce-
Sipping his champagne, he said, as they removed their hands from each other for the moment, in order to better handle their drinks, "June has agreed to a trial separation, Cindy, I must tell you."
She almost spilled champagne on her crotch in her eager acknowledgment of that information. Her voice was excited as she said, "Hey, that's great! How did you talk her into that? She must have really fought you with everything she had-"
"No trouble, my dear, not after a civilized discussion, in which I pointed out the advantages of such a situation to her."
He thought: yes, I had to promise her Tom on a permanent basis-but it's worth it-to get Cindy exclusively-
"Well, that's encouraging then, James. How long a separation do you figure before the divorce becomes final?"
"One year," he replied, his expression never changing.
She sputtered, "What the fuck is this shit? You mean you got me all hot and bothered to marry you-and we ve got to wait one full fucking year-before the divorce even comes through?" She paused, trying to get her temper back under control. "And just how fucking long after that can we get married-like two or three years-"
She was interrupted by a warning voice-pre-recorded-advising them to fasten their safety belts, as the plane was taking off. He helped her do that little thing, and then fastened his own.
She sat there, her back braced against the seat, as the plane took off. She didn't say anything more until they were airborne at their cruising altitude and speed, and then she unsnapped the safety belt and snapped right back at him.
"All right, James, when are we going to get together legally? What's the story?"
"I don't like your tone of voice, Cindy, please lower your voice and listen to me, and be calm and quiet while you're at it."
"Fuck you!"
Smack!
With the back of his hand, he gave her a good one on her left cheek. He hit her hard, and her head snapped back. Before she could even cry out, he belted her another one, on the right cheek. Through her tears, she was still able to see the sudden flash of anger in his eyes, and it helped to sober her up, mood-wise.
He gave her a silk handkerchief to cry in, apologizing for his treatment of her but, at the same time, telling her that she should watch her mouth and be civilized around him, or suffer the consequences.
When she was through sniffling, she took a good long drink of the champagne, knocking off one glass-full at once. She guzzled down a second glass-full, too, and poured herself a third glass, which she just sipped at as she mumbled an apology.
"Please, Cindy, from now on, no temper tantrums."
"All-all right, James-I'm sorry-"
He sipped his own champagne, then said, "Now, Cindy, don't worry, we can still see each other as before. In fact, I was thinking of moving our outings up to four or five nights each week." He paused, adding, "But, as I said before, the second the divorce comes through in one year from now-we shall marry, and that will be that."
She thought: all right, you middle-aged mother-fucker I'm going to fuck Tom plenty before that one year is finished-and then I'll take steps right after we get married-to finish you-
She was surprised at the vehemence of her thoughts, and almost equally surprised that he hadn't said anything to her about Tom. Surely, he must know that, under the switching arrangement, she would still be seeing him. And, how would four or five, out of seven, nights of the week work out for all concerned? There seemed to be some sort of an imbalance there-
As if divining her thoughts, he said, "Of course, you'll have to have Tom as much as you've been having him, I suppose. It wouldn't be fair, otherwise. Only-" He winked at her, conspiratorially. "-you don't have to give him quite as much loving as myself, do you? I mean, you can save most of it for me, can't you?"
She thought: so that's his play, that double-dealing bastard-he wants me to crap out on Tom-
But, she had already planned to keep Tom around, of course, to try and fuck the old fart half to death, to wear him out, sexually speaking, so that she and Tom could still make the ever-loving scene together.
She took another sip of her champagne. Things were just too fucking complicated these days. Best to play it by ear; and, best to turn on the pussy power for James, too, to see if she could start to wear him out, or at least down.
She said, "If I spend most of my time with you, instead of Tom, you better believe I'll be spending more sexual energy on you, James." She winked, lasciviously, "You know what I mean?"
He patted her breast, as he nodded, and continued to sip his own champagne.
They didn't fuck around too much on the plane, because they were both dressed to go out right after the plane landed at Chicago.
When they arrived at the Chicago airport, they took a taxi to Michigan Avenue, where he had arranged for a room in a plush hotel, with a view overlooking the lake. Then, they took a cab to a restaurant on the near north side, in the heart of the Gold Coast entertainment district, where they had some fabulous French cuisine-washed down by the appropriate, and quite expensive, wine.
Next, on to a floor show, where one of the old-time Chicago comedians, who usually played Las Vegas, was back in his home town. There was a young, handsome singer also on the bill, plus the usual orchestra for dancing and chorus girls for prancing.
They did a bit of dancing, and he held her so close that their crotches were interacting; he was dry-fucking her all over the dance floor, and she dry-fucked him right back, causing him to grin as if to say: "I've got my pussy, people, go out and get your own!"
Naturally, they had to sample a few late-opening piano bars and celebrity hangouts before retiring. So, they didn't get back to the hotel until about five in the morning, and since the sun was to rise about that time, he kept the window shades open, while they lounged on the silk sheets of the massive four-poster bed and looked out at the lake.
"Don't you think it's romantic to make love while watching the sun rise, my dear?"
"Yeah, I dig, it's very cool." Then, she seemed to hesitate, adding, "But how can both of us see it rise if one of us is on top?"
"A good question, my dear, but I have an even better answer," he aid, tweaking her titties. "We make love while lying on our sides, you facing the lake, and I can see the sunrise reflected in the mirror on the dresser right beside the bed."
She looked around, and saw that he was correct.
The sun started to come up, flooding the horizon with beautiful shades of red and yellow, causing the lake waters to shimmer like a rainbow.
She felt for his prick, and wasn't surprised to discover that it was pretty hard already.
As his hands caressed her breasts, squeezing at the base as if those tits were oranges in a supermarket, she clutched his cock, her expert fingering working over his tip and rolling back the foreskin. She began to knead it as if baking bread, and it wasn't too long before his prick was swinging into action, good and stiff and ready for some fine fucking.
He continued to play with her boobs, fondling them here, squeezing them there, his thumbs tweaking at the erectile nipples. As he did this, she gradually pulled his prick up against her pussy, for she could feel that she was certainly wet enough inside to get him in without any difficulty at all.
She pressed his prick against her pussy lips, and they parted to let him inside. She put her hands around his waist, getting a good grip on his ass-her fingernails were longer than usual, and she intended to make full use of that fact-and pulled and pushed his prick inside her pussy all the way, feeling his width stretch her pussy membranes almost to the breaking point.
Then, feeling his chest pressing hard against her breasts, almost squashing them down flat, she began to give him some expert riding. In short, she began to initiate the sexual session, still thinking of what Tom had told her, to "fuck the old fart until he bleeds."
She got her tongue to work, too, slipping it inside his ear, trying to duplicate the motions his cock was making inside her cunt. He could feel her tongue probing his ears, as if she was fucking him; he could also feel her pussy muscles contracting hard on his cock, and his prick began to throb and ache as much as his bursting balls.
She went into orgasm, and her juices started to flood the bed and drench the silk sheets, as well as their crotches. She was humping him pretty good, and he was trying hard to hold back, to keep from having a premature ejaculation, because she was really fucking the living shit out of him.
And, he noticed that, in his memory, she'd never been quite this aggressive or passionate before. He was, at least briefly, beginning to feel his age.
But-he couldn't complain-could he-She was really going into orgasm without end, fucking him like a maddened mink, her cunt churning like an erupting volcano, her pussy juice pouring all over the place. He was almost ready to shout, to cry out, to tell her to stop, to slow down, to take it easy when he came.
And, it wasn't a very good come this time. He was much too nervous, too surprised, at her onslaught. He could only give out two or three quick spurts of sperm, before he was completely fucked out, and his prick was slowly dissolving like snow under a hot sun, his prick growing limp as a faggot's handshake inside her pussy.
While she was still going strong.
And, if she had teeth in her cunt, they were holding his cock prisoner, refusing to let go. He had no choice but to let his cock remain in her cunt, until she was finished with her multitudinous orgasms.
And-
The way her cunt was blasting away-
He suddenly realized that, like a thief with his hand in the till, he was caught-and stuck-for now-and longer-
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nothing had surprised the shit more out of Tom than to be told by his boss that Friday that he was entitled to a one-week vacation and that it was arranged for him to take it, starting the following Monday. As his boss told him, "All expenses paid, you must have somebody up there who-likes you, Tom. Just check with payroll, they'll give you a check and complete in formation."
He had.
Payroll had indeed given him a vacation bonus check, and had also informed him that James Smithers was picking up the tab for his vacation expenses. He was being flown to a health spa in California, near San Francisco, located right on the Pacific around the Big Sur Country.
He really didn't know whether he wanted to go or not, much less why this sudden stratagem was pulled on him. Until he checked with Cindy, and she informed him that she was going, too-also courtesy of James.
He made a hasty call to June, who told him the exact same thing. She added, "I'll tell you one thing, Tom, it's not going to be a boresome foursome. We're going there for more reasons than our health, I can assure you on that."
Power, Tom thought ... that fucking James had more power than I thought ... he can really make wheels turn when he wants to-I'll bet he's got some trick he's going to pull on us-
And, since Tom still hadn't thought up an alternative plan to get Cindy back for himself-much less to stop the separation (and divorce) of James and June-he decided that he'd better go along for the ride and, if James pulled any shit on him, to wing it, to improvise his retaliation right on the spot.
What else could he do?
So-he did it.
And, here they were, all four of them-accommodated in the same room, yet-in the California health spa, having just completed a day filled with calisthenics, swimming, dieting, jogging, tennis, yoga, meditation, and thinking impure thoughts. That last part being that they were all horny as hell by this time.
And, as far as booze went, nothing to drink but carrot juice. Even James couldn't break the booze barrier with the wheels who ran the spa. Absolutely no alcohol allowed, and that was that.
They were all sitting around their room, wrapped in terry cloth robes. June had hers open so that a lot of cleavage was showing, while Cindy, playing it more discreetly, only let her left nipple peep through. Tom and James kept their genitals completely covered.
"Well, what do we do now?" Tom said, yawning. "I don't see any TV, so we can't watch the late movie. There's no cards around, so we can't play strip poker. And I didn't bring any books, and I guess nobody else did, either, so there's nothing to read."
"Aren't you tired after the exhausting day we've all spent, Tom?" June asked, with a touch of mockery in her voice. As she said that, she thrust her titties toward Tom, as if to emphasize her question.
Cindy said, "I feel like fucking. But then, I usually do."
When she said that, Tom noticed the quick gleam in James' eyes, the possessive way he looked at her, as he said, "I think Cindy is right, there's certainly nothing else we can do for the evening's entertainment. So, why don't we all fuck each other?"
Tom began to get suspicious immediately. Of course, he was sure in any fucking contest, with his youth and stamina, he was bound to be the winner. Yes, he was. Yet-James must know this, too-he must be setting him up for some trick, but, what?
Tom yawned again, as he said, very casually, "Well, who fucks who, then? Hetereo or homo? Cindy and me, June and me-or you and me?"
June laughed, enjoying the needling Tom was giving James. Cindy pouted, as if she thought Tom's comments were in bad taste. James scowled at him, a hostile look coming into his eyes. No one said anything for several seconds.
Tom, not waiting for any reply, untied the belt around his terry cloth robe and let the front swing open. His cock looked pretty long and strong, even when at rest, and he stood up to let it swing a bit, just to emphasize his masculinity. Yawning again-on purpose, to make everyone think he was really bored as shit about the situation he said, "Well, if we're going to fuck, let's decide."
"I shall decide who fucks who, if you don't mind," James interrupted him, his voice harsh, almost hostile.
"Says who?" Tom challenged him, swinging his genitals in James' direction.
June and Cindy exchanged apprehensive glances. The atmosphere of conflict hung in the air now, like poison gas.
James stood up, and opened his robe, too. Of course, his cock could hardly compare with
Tom's, but he made an aggressive show of his masculinity as he said, drawing himself up to his full height, 'The man who pays the freight calls the shots. And, since I'm picking up the tab for all of us, I'm going to make that decision, as Tom so delicately pout it, on who fucks who."
"Who fucks whom, dear," June corrected him.
"Fuck you, sweetheart," James snarled back at her.
June, her eyes opening wide in surprise and disgust, tried to say something. But, before she could, James had walked over to her, picked her right up off her feet, and dumped her down on one of the beds.
Then, he tried to stuff his limp dick right into her mouth, as if to really demonstrate to her who was boss. She, at the same time, tried to bite him.
"Hey!" Tom said, angrily. "You don't have to be so fucking violent, do you? You married her, but you sure as shit didn't buy her like a fucking dog, so why treat her like one?"
James, who had pulled his prick from her mouth just in time to avoid his wife's teeth, was now holding June down and slapping her in the face with his limp dick.
Cindy was just sitting in a chair, watching the proceedings, and expression of bemused, if not bond, innocence on her face.
She was just about ready to leap on James, when June got her elbow in his balls, giving it to him good.
James gave out a tortured moan, and, falling backwards, collapsed on another bed, holding his balls with his hands. June continued to lie on the other bed, her eyes burning with hatred, her fists clenched.
No one did anything for a few more minutes.
Until James, who recovered sufficiently to sit up, looked them all over and said, sarcastically, "All right, it's time to fuck, and I propose a fucking contest, winner take all."
"What do you mean?. . Tom asked suspiciously.
"I mean, that if I out fuck you, young man, I get all the goodies. I get to keep both Cindy and June"
He was interrupted by both Cindy and June; Cindy said, "Hey, you're not marrying anybody, because I'm not giving you a divorce for any reason!"
James got off the bed, stood up, and walked across the room to pick up his briefcase. He unlocked it, and dumped the contents on the bed where June was still lying, almost covering her in a shower of green.
Money.
Hundred-dollar bills.
"Hey," Tom said, "how much bread does all that add up to?"
Cindy started to move toward the bed, her hands outstretched, as James said, "Money talks, and my money talks loudest of all. Winner take all, including this money, which I counted out at $100,000."
Tom whistled appreciatively. "Wow, a hundred grand!"
June muttered, "Why, dear-that's our entire net worth-you must have cashed in-all our stocks-bonds."
"Of course I did!" James explained. "Now, it's my turn to fuck, and if I out fuck your young stud there, why then, June my dear, I get to keep everything-you, Cindy and the money."
"What kind of fucking rules are you talking about?" Tom asked, his eyes scrutinizing the mass of money on the bed.
"Only one rule, young man-he who keeps it up the longest and fucks the most gets the goodies, and that'
Tom shrugged. How could James even dream that he, twice Tom's age practically, could out fuck him? He was getting suspicious; something was wrong somewhere.
Still, he'd better play along-he really had no choice-and besides he had to count on his youthful vigor to pull him through, someway.
"Well, then, what the fuck are you waiting for?" Tom said. "Start fucking, let's get the fucking show on the fucking road then."
So saying, he yawned extremely obviously, and just laid down on a nearby bed to watch the action.
"Hey, where do I come in?" Cindy asked, pouting, getting angry at suddenly being ignored. She shook her long hair defiantly at James, and opened her terry cloth robe all the way, her lush young breasts thrusting forward at the older man.
"Just come over here, my dear, and climb in bed with June, and you can join the party."
"I'm not a lesbian, what the fuck do you think you're going to do to me?" Cindy protested.
Angrily, James shouted, "Get your sweet ass over here, Cindy, and shut up! I know what I'm doing. You're not going to fuck June, I am-and I'm going to fuck you, too, both of you at the same time!" He paused for breath. "Now, get in bed with June, and then I'll get in bed with both of you."
Reluctantly, she walked over to June's bed, shedding her robe on the way. June also removed her robe and dropped it to the floor.
Cindy, still feeling strangely about the situation, carefully climbed in June's bed so that their bodies were barely touching each other. Still, she liked the feel of the money against her skin, and began to pick up and toss some of the bills around, as if playing with confetti.
Then, James climbed in bed with both broads.
While Tom still played his waiting and watching game, from the nearby bed.
Tom also noticed that the sight of June and Cindy naked and sprawled together was starting to affect his prick. Well, he would use it later; but, no sense in putting on a jock strap now.
James began to kiss and fondle Cindy, while June got on his back and began to goose him in the ass. Not too much, but enough to let James know that her finger was, in effect, going to fuck him.
James started laughing, as June kept up her tickling of his ass-hole, her breasts and their now-taut nipples rubbing against his back. He, in turn, was pressing his chest against Cindy's also-taut nipples and bounteous breasts, while he was kissing her all about the face, rather like a friendly dog licking and lapping over its master in a show of affection.
James could feel his prick starting to rise, due to the intimate sexual stimulation he was getting. He began to press his growing prick against Cindy's stomach, and got in some good rubbing of her clit. She wasn't surprised to feel her clit getting nice and erect; partly due to James' prick, and also, in good measure, due to the fine feeling of all that money she was lying in.
She was surprised that James seemed as sexually aggressive as he was. She remembered the last time, when she'd really turned on the power, and almost short-circuited his fuses. She was hesitant to really blow his mind, to really give him a possible heart attack; yet, she noticed June grinning, also using her hands to really turn her husband on, and Cindy thought, fuck it, I'll give the old bastard all I've got, if I can't take him away from that ass-hole wife, of his, I deserve to get my ass thrown into the fucking Pacific Ocean.
So, Cindy began to let her sex all hang out. She was feeling erotic without forcing it, anyway, so her breasts pushed even harder against James' chest, and her cunt lips started to chatter their sexual message to him. She moved her crotch so that her cunt lips were touching his cock, and she could feel the quick response from his cock almost immediately.
At the same time, June was really working him over, her own cunt starting to churn, her own erotic feelings aroused. She wasn't going to let that young cunt Cindy have all the fun, much less out fuck her own husband. She dug her breasts against his back, her finger deeper into his ass-hole, and also started licking and sucking at his ears, her tongue an avenging sword of sexual arousal.
James was starting to sweat.
He was really feeling the intense heat of sexual arousal himself, as he felt both squirming, wriggling female bodies jammed next to his. His prick was really growing, and he could feel the tightness of his balls jammed hard into their ever-shrinking scrotum.
He and Cindy were Frenching nicely now, their mouths tightly jammed together, their tongues wrapped around each other like two people shaking hands. He had got his tongue most of the way into her mouth, and she was really fighting back, trying to push it back into his own mouth, even while their tongues were both entangled.
They were sweating, too, these two cunts, both fucking him in their own ways.
While Tom still watched and waited, wondering what the fuck was going to happen next. And, whatever did, he would do his best to take advantage of it.
James was getting his cock into Cindy's cunt now.
Her cunt lips were opening wide, and her juice was flowing freely enough for him to get it into her, inch by inch. She had her hands around his waist, her fingernails digging into the soft, pliant flesh of his buttocks. She was feeling more erotic by the minute, and she was determined to really give him a good fucking over; not only because Tom wanted her to. but also because she wanted to as well.
She felt his cock entering her cunt, and her muscles expanded, her membranes opened up. to give his prick passage.
Her cunt clutched his cock to her bosom, so to speak; inch by spreading inch, it slowly drove its way inside, until, at last, it wasjamed all the way in, and his stomach was rubbing profusely against her clit, and the thrills of sexual enjoyment were blasting throughout her nervous system like 10,000 volts of electricity.
While June, whose clit was rubbing against James' ass as her finger was still diddling him in the ass-hole, was feeling pretty erotic herself.
She shoved her bulging boobs against his back, her erectile nipples jabbing pinpricks into his flesh. She started biting him on the nape of the neck, and she could feel his shudder under her onslaught, as she was also trembling from the stimulation of her clit.
June's juices were flowing, now almost as fast as Cindy's, which was pretty good reactions, considering the fact that James' cock was in Cindy's cunt and not inside June's.
James was really feeling weird, with June's finger up his ass-hole. He tried to fart, to force her finger out; but, he couldn't concentrate on that not while Cindy's cunt giving his cock the best workout it had ever had, so far.
Cindy was coming now.
Her cunt was pouring out pussy juice, and he could feel it drenching his crotch. She was humping away at him, and he could really feel her sex working out on him. She was giving him almost enough pressure to knock his cock out of her cunt, if he hadn't kept on shoving it inside harder and deeper, even while she was coming.
Her orgasms increased in intensity, and he could feel her body squirming like a snake in the bed. It was so crowded the three of them looked like one strange body broken down into three separate parts.
The bedsprings were squeaking in protest, almost loudly enough to send their vibrations out into the hall.
While this was going on, Tom decided to get out of bed, to get closer to the action. He got up, his cock getting stiffer all the time, and walked over to the crowded bed, so that he could get a better, closer look.
James' face was creased in agony, as he was apparently having trouble trying to come. Tom almost laughed at the sight of James' twisted, agonized face; he'd have been fucking away minutes ago.
June had her ass toward Tom, and, perhaps malevolently, Tom decided to goose her in the ass.
But not with his finger-with his prick.
He laid his stiffening prick next to her ass-hole, and began to rub it against her buttocks. She felt his presence immediately, and it inspired her to jam her own finger all the harder into her husband's ass-hole.
Which, in turn, caused him to press even harder against Cindy, to get his cock really jabbing inside her cunt.
And, under all these stimulations, he finally came.
like a series of firecrackers exploding, he started shooting his sperm into Cindy's palpitating pussy. She gulped down all he could give her, as he spasmodically erupted inside her.
Yet, at the same time, he was straining, trying to keep his prick hard, to fuck her that much longer. But, from all the pressures bearing down on him, he couldn't quite make it.
Cindy, feeling his cock softening already, stopped kissing him, and started complaining vocally. She cried, "What the fuck is the matter with you, James? You're not fucking me right, you're getting too fucking soft!"
Tom, however, was getting hard, ever harder, as he started to shove his cock up June's ass-hole. June' could feel him pushing away at her sphincter muscles, and she tried to open her ass-hole to accommodate him. Her cunt was churning, and her juices were spilling out all over the bed and all over James' ass, as June now went into orgasm.
Cindy's pussy was still pumping James' prick, trying to keep it up. James was huffing and puffing like a 90-year-old man, just trying to keep up with both broads, even as he felt his prick dying.
Tom, now jammed nice and tight into June's ass-hole, started to come, and June could feel his steady stream of sperm pouring into her sphincter muscles.
She buckled, her body heaved, under Tom's pressure from his prick husband's ass-hole, causing him to scream in agony as he felt her sharp, probing fingernail nick his sphincter muscles.
His cock was temporarily given a reprieve, as he started to spurt more sperm into Cindy's cunt. Cindy's cunt also clutched his cock that much harder, her muscles refusing to give him up, so to speak.
Thus, all four were fucking away; but, of the four, James was by far the most uncomfortable, the one who was straining the hardest to keep up.
Fearful of losing his bet to Tom-and now noticing Tom fucking June in the ass-James strained his muscles to the breaking point, in one final attempt to really let Cindy know he was going to out fuck her and Tom and June and anybody else who just might happen to drop by.
But-
He had not paced himself; he had overreached himself.
He felt his heart respond. In the negative.
His breathing became diffuse, his throat felt throttled, and he started to gasp and cough and wheeze like a dying old man. Cindy could feel this happening, and it started to scare her, so much so that she started screaming and crying, while her cunt was still clutching his dying cock.
June noticed it, too, and a chill swept over her as she realized exactly what was happening.
Tom, naturally, couldn't help but notice what was happening to James, as he said, to no one in particular, "Guess he's fucking himself to death, isn't he?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
They were together in the Smithers house, in the Smithers bedroom, in the Smithers bed. Tom and Cindy and June. But, not James.
"It was a lovely funeral," Jane said, as she rubbed Tom's kneecap affectionately.
"Yeah, he really was like a master of ceremonies, he was the center of attraction," Cindy agreed, as she began to squeeze Tom on the buttocks.
"Good thing there was still enough money left in the estate to pay for it," Tom commented, from his position in the center of the bed, between the two females.
There had been.
And, there was also the house, which was now owned by June Smithers.
As she reminded them, by saying, 'Tom, it seems to me that you've got the best part of the bed, and you're all guests in my house, so why shouldn't I have the best part? It's my house now, you know."
"Well," Tom said, putting on airs of indignation, "I can always take my cock and go someplace else where it's better appreciated."
He started to get up, making it appear as if he was actually going to walk right out of the bedroom.
June patted his thigh, her other hand giving him a quick twist on his cock, as she said, "Now, Tom, I was only kidding. Can't you take a joke?"
"Sure I can, but your husband sure couldn't."
June looked puzzled, as she asked, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that stuff he shoved into his system," Tom explained. "All those aphrodisiacs and that special drug to make his cock stay stiff for hours on end. He was a walking drug store, trying to be so fucking serious about sex, trying to set up an impossible contest with me in bed for you two chicks."
They nodded in agreement.
Tom continued, "Yeah, that was so dumb. He should have known he'd overload his heart, especially pumping himself full of those extra sex hormones as he did."
"He didn't need to do that at all," Cindy said, almost sighing, her expression suddenly downcast. "I would have waited for him ... a year isn't so long....he didn't have to fuck himself up..." She started to cry. " ... and now he's gone..."
"He had no right to divorce me, I'm his wife!" June interjected angrily, giving Cindy the dirtiest of looks.
"Hold it right there!" Tom said, rather loudly, as if he suspected the two females might start a fight. He added, "June, it was your fault in the first place, you're the one who started this switching situation by fucking me, you know."
"Oh, so that's how it all started!" Cindy exclaimed. She reached her hand over Tom and tried to gouge June in the eyes with her fingernails, but Tom grabbed her wrist and forced her hand back, saying, "And you're equally to blame, Cindy, because you believed all this bullshit about him divorcing June and marrying you."
"That's right, he never would have done it," June said, positively. "He was just using that as an excuse, trying to have the best of both worlds."
"Who are you to talk? That's what you wanted, with Tom and James-one for a lover, the other for a husband!" Cindy retaliated, still trying to get her fingernails on June's flesh.
"Knock it off!" Tom shouted, forcibly restraining both of them. "Knock it off, before I knock you out-both of you!"
From the savage, almost primitive look in his eyes and expression on his face-plus the definitive snarl in his voice-they could tell that he meant exactly what he said.
They both relaxed, laying back against the bed, lying next to Tom, their hands reaching toward him.
"Well, I guess all's well that ends well," Cindy said, reaching for Tom's cock. "I've still got my Tom for myself."
"Like hell you have!" June snarled. "He's mine too, you know..."
Whack!
And again, whack!
Tom gave them both a smack right on their asses with the back of his hand, and they could feel his knuckles as he did so. They shut up immediately.
"Look," Tom said, addressing them both, "we're all living together, so we should make an effort to get along. After all, I'm taking care of both of you now."
"But it's my house," June interrupted.
"He's my man," Cindy stammered.
"And it's my money!" Tom stated. "Remember, that hundred grand is invested in my name, and neither of you two will ever get a penny of it unless you treat me the way a man should be treated."
"A rich man," June said.
"A loving man," Cindy added.
Tom could hardly disagree.
For he and Cindy had moved into the Smithers house shortly after James' funeral. And not only that, but Tom had quit his job, too, as soon as he'd safely invested the money from James' briefcase. He would get between five and ten thousand in interest every year, and while that wasn't a hell of a lot, it was enough for the first year or two, which he intended to spend bumming around, doing some traveling and just fucking around in general.
With Cindy.
And, with June.
For he had come to the conclusion that June had done something right for him, without exactly intending to, after she had first fucked him.
That is, she had turned him on to the idea of two women-one for sheer sexual exuberance with her youth, and the other for the maturity and experience of an "older" woman.
So, he was sticking with Cindy, but still keeping June around. He had no intention of marrying either of them, but he wasn't about to tell them that. Let each of them think they could get him eventually for themselves. That way, each cunt would fuck her titties off to try and satisfy him more than the other.
Competition, that was the name of the game.
And that was how he intended to keep both of them on their toes-or on their ass, in bed.
Let each try to out fuck the other. With him as the recipient of fucking favors from both of them. A good scene.
"Well, ladies," Tom said, winking at both of them, "don't you think it's time you put all your fine words into practice? I feel like fucking, and both of you sure better feel the same, or I'll just have to take a drive to the town whorehouse. He suddenly stopped talking.
Because Cindy was kissing him on the mouth.
And June was doing the same with his cock.
He smiled inwardly; he knew now that both of them were going to try to see which he would fuck first.
And, as far as he was concerned, it would be both of them-one in the cunt with his cock, the other in the cunt with his tongue.
He engaged Cindy's tongue with his, pushing hers back into her mouth, where he started to ream out her moist mouth membranes. His tongue was as aggressive as his cock, and he soon had her tongue begging for mercy, as he really went to town in her mouth.
He could feel June's masticating mouth slurping all over his cock, drawing it deep inside her mouth, her tongue lapping at its tip. June was breathing steadily, her mouth rhythms approximating the tempo of her cunt, which was already starting to churn.
As was Cindy's cunt.
Tom knew this, without sticking his finger into either fissure.
But. .
He got a finger into each female's cunt, and discovered that, to his touch, Cindy's cunt was the hotter but June's muscles were responding the better.
Who to fuck in the cunt?
Flip a coin, if he could.
He kept up his passionate, probing kisses on Cindy's couth, while June's lips never stopped sucking his cock. His cock began to grow long and strong again, and as it expanded in length, he was still wondering in his own mind-who to fuck first?
He could feel Cindy's warm breasts and their stiff nipples against his chest, but June's fondling fingers were massaging his buttocks in a lovely manner, too.
Finally, he broke his kissing from Cindy's mouth, and pulled his cock away from June's mouth.
He began to fondle Cindy's breasts with one hand, and June's boobs with the other. Cindy's seemed larger, but June's seemed firmer. Again, one balanced off the other; advantage versus disadvantage. He still couldn't decide who to fuck first.
They both tried to snuggle closer to him, sort of jockeying for the preferred position, whatever that might be. Cindy on his left, June on his right.
"Listen, ladies," Tom said, talking to both of them, "I'm going to do it this way. When I count three..." They looked at him apprehensively, wondering what he was going to suggest. " ... I'm going to close my eyes, and the first cunt that touches my cock, that one gets fucked. The other girl gets my tongue in her cunt. Got the message now?"
They both nodded, eyeing each other warily.
He let go of both of their breasts, and simply lay back, his eyes looking toward the ceiling.
He started to count.
"One..."
The women, still looking over each other, moved closer to him. "Two..."
They both extended their hands, and jockeyed their pelvises into position for a fast frontal onslaught on his crotch.
'Three!"
He closed his eyes, and awaited their next moves.
He felt two bodies suddenly fall on top of him, both at the same time. He could hear angry breathing, snarled curses, and sounds as if they were smacking each other a few times.
He waited.
For a few seconds, he thought he felt two cunts strike at his cock simultaneously. Then, there was only one cunt, dripping with juice, its cunt lips pried open to receive him. He felt his cock start to slide into it, but he couldn't yet detect which cunt it was.
Then...
Another cunt closed over his lips, its juices also dripping, this time right into his open mouth.
As the first cunt kept sliding down further on his cock, the second cunt began to exercise its membranes over his mouth. His tongue snaked out to greet it, and he began to lick and suck at this thirsty, greedy cunt upon his mouth.
He still didn't know which was which.
But, he felt the first cunt now slid into position, had grabbed all of his cock into its great, sucking maws. He felt hot juice and warm membranes, and he began to stab at it with his probing, prodding cock.
He thought he outht to open his eyes and sneak a look around, just for the fuck of it. But, when he tried it, the second cunt's stomach was covering his eyes, so he couldn't really see a fucking thing.
And, neither by cock in cunt nor by tongue in cunt-neither by feeling or taste-could he tell which one he was fucking and which one he was sucking.
Well...
Nothing else to do but to lie back ... And enjoy it.
He thrust his cock upward, and felt the cunt respond with an orgasmic reaction of its muscles. He felt the pussy juice pouring all around and over his prick, as he jabbed and stabbed.
While, at the same time, in his mouth the other cunt was also going into orgasm after orgasm, and his tongue was digging in as deep as it could, licking and sucking and swallowing the lovely, flowing liquid.
He could feel pussy juice drenching his face, flooding his crotch. They were coming like twin waterfalls, flowing fast and smoothly.
He couldn't hold back and longer.
So ... why should he?
He came.
With a great, forcible thrust toward the ceiling, he fired off his rounds inside one cunt, his tongue at the same time stabbing as deeply into the other cunt as it could. Both cunts felt the force of his sexual blows, his prick and his tongue reaming and creaming both of them.
He could feel his sperm spurting into the cunt around his cock, while his tongue continued to lap away at the cunt over his mouth.
He still couldn't tell which was which.
But ...
So what?
He was fucking them both, and he could fuck them both any time, anyplace, anywhere he liked.
Which was, to him, one fucking fair exchange.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Tom next opened his eyes, he saw the crumpled sheets of the bed around him, but he didn't see any forms of flesh. Where had Cindy and June disappeared to? he wondered. Well, no loss right now, he replied to his own thoughts, because I could do with a little peace and quiet right now, anyway.
Suddenly he heard moaning sounds from the floor and he pulled himself up to his hands and looked over the edge of the bed.
It was hard to believe what he saw, but there it was right before his eyes! Cindy and June were playing "sixty-nine" right on the floor.
Cindy's head was buried in June's gleaming and soaking twat, and her tongue flicked in and out of the pink skin while her own hips bucked under the pressure of June's tongue in her own cunt.
Holy shit! Tom gasped to himself, although screaming aloud certainly wouldn't have disturbed the two women. Tom had never dreamed that the partner-swapping business would go this far!
His mind, and his experience, had limited him to the conception of heterosexual swapping, and he had never imagined that June and Cindy would ... especially after their fight for his cock ... Was it really possible?
He watched the two women work on each other with a sexual fury he'd seldom seen. Their hips moved into the rhythm their tongues had set up, and sweat poured out of every pore in their bodies.
"Oh, baby, come on!" screamed Cindy. "Give it to me, all the way!" Her body turned and writhed under June's gobbling mouth, and to release her own tension, she gobbled even more furiously at June's cunt.
The whole scene was turning Tom on. He couldn't help it, even though he wanted it to repulse him. He took his prick in his hand and squeezed the soft flesh of it until it filled with blood.
He felt the sweat pouring out of his face as he watched the turning, gyrating hips of Cindy and June right under his eyes. They didn't even know that he existed, so he wasn't worried about them hearing his movements or his panting.
He was getting quite hot now, and began pulling on his cock almost furiously, banging his fingers against the hardened rod of steel. Damn her! he swore to himself as he jacked off on the mattress. Damn that Cindy! She has got no right to do this to me!
Suddenly, he began to heave his hips forward and backward, alternately, following the movement of his own masturbation, and ejaculating onto the crumpled sheets of the bed.
Cindy and June were still going at it, but he was depleted, and angrier than ever. He jumped up from the bed and ran out the door, grabbing his clothes up on the way out. He would go back to his own apartment, and wait for Cindy, and when she got home, he would really give it to her.
Back in his apartment, Tom fumed. That bitch! What does she think she's doing? Well, one thing was sure-he would find out, and in a big hurry, too. That bitch had better come over here tonight! he shouted to himself.
He wasn't going to wait for her if she didn't make it to his house that night, that was sure. He'd hunt her out, search for her, until he found her, and then he'd rip her to fucking shreds, that's what he'd do.
Tom fumed around the house for the rest of the afternoon, waiting to hear from Cindy. He felt like tearing her body into little pieces and stuffing them into her cunt and then eating them out again. No. Cool it, Tom, he cautioned himself. Just cool it, and everything will be okay. You'll see, Cindy won't be in love with June, and she'll really be in love with you. She's a good, honest woman and her intentions were honorable all the time. She loves me, and she's not even aware of June's idiotic infatuation.
Sure of this, Tom cleared up the apartment, dusting and cleaning and fixing up things for Cindy, and then he waited. Sure enough, at about seven p.m., the doorbell rang, and it was Cindy.
"Hello, darling!" he cried, and embraced her heartily. All his anger was gone and all he wanted to do was fuck, fuck, fuck, all night long. He imagined having his prick inside her twat, and inside her mouth, and inside all the places that had insides.
He wanted that hot flesh of hers more than anything, and he let Cindy know it by the way he kissed her, his hot lips pulling at hers and drowning her tongue in his bubbling saliva.
"Darling." she said hotly, "do you want a drink?"
"Sure-do, sweetheart," he answered, rubbing his hands around Cindy's waist.
Cindy poured out two drinks, and motioned to the couch, where both she and Tom sat down, cuddled into one another and sipped on their drinks.
Tom had gasped when he saw her. He could hardly believe how beautiful Cindy was. It was obvious that she hadn't a stitch of underwear on beneath the filmy negligee. She hadn't changed, obviously, since she'd left June's place.
The opulent mounds of Cindy's tits stuck out enticingly against the black lace. Tom could just barely see the delectable outline of her rosy pink nipples through the fabric.
As always, Tom started to get unbearably hot when he saw Cindy in a slinky outfit. His finger were already itching to grab those tits. She got up for a minute, so she could display it to him.
With each step it parted and a stretch of creamy thigh showed through. It opened almost to her crotch. Occasionally he got a glimpse of her delicious pussy fur.
She sat down on the couch, and crossed her legs flamboyantly so that he got a glimpse of her cunt. Cindy had to laugh to herself at the effect she had on Tom.
He was obviously getting uncontrollably hot already. She could see him beginning to breathe harder as he poured his drink down his throat. She accepted the glass that he'd held for her and shot him a look that was pure sex.
She fluttered her long thick eyelashes, and clicked glasses with him. "Here's to our future together, darling." she purred up at him. "I've never been happier. I know that we'll have a long and lasting relationship. As a matter-of-fact," she cooed. "I think I'd like to stay with you always."
Tom finished almost the whole glass of champagne at only one gulp. Cindy was giggling inwardly, but she didn't dare show it. There was a wicked and mischievous streak in her.
She wasn't evil exactly, it was just that she enjoyed having power over people and she found herself in a position of power now, and she was enjoying the comedy of the situation.
Tom was sitting there, only thinking how beautiful she looked. He hadn't the faintest idea what was going through her cunning little head. She looked as beautiful and as innocent as an angel, with her blonde hair fluffed out over her shoulders. He didn't want to ask about June, because he knew it would start a fight.
They had a couple of glasses of scotch and then Tom started to feel pretty hot. As he looked at her sitting there, all he could think of was taking her clothes off.
There wasn't much to take off, but even that was in the way. He put his glass down and went over to her. He slid his hands under the filmy black negligee and ran them up the slender curve of her waist.
Cindy gasped in excitement when she felt his hot hands on her body. He began stroking and massaging the slender curve of her back and she moaned in pleasure. He took her glass out of her hand and put it down onto the table.
Then he slid his hands under the dressing gown and grabbed her voluptuous boobs. He squeezed them passionately, and she cried out in pleasure. He felt his desire rising like a flame inside him.
There was something about this woman that overwhelmed him. Her body turned him on instantly. Cindy was a woman to him, and his cock stiffened just at the sight of her.
He rubbed his hands over the velvet richness of her tits, and felt her nipples getting stiff and rock-hard. He began making gentle, delicate circles over her nipples with the palms of his hands. The lightness of his touch excited her tremendously.
He began to move his hands faster and faster, just barely grazing the tips of her nipples. Soon they were moving at lightning speed, and her breasts were flopping up and down as he passed over them.
Cindy's eyes were tightly closed, and she was beginning to breathe heavily. She was getting more and more relaxed. He glanced down and saw that her thighs were beginning to spread apart.
The more he teased her tits, the more she spread her legs. Finally, her crotch was wide open, and he could see right down into the delicious treasure. Her full enticing bush of pussy fur gleamed invitingly in the light.
He could see that the lips of her cunt were beginning to swell with arousal. They were spreading wider and wider apart, and were becoming red and thick with desire.
He could ,see that her cunt juice was beginning to flow heavily. It was moistening the thick lips of her pussy and beginning to stain the insides of her thighs.
He kept working at her tits, flickering his fingers back and forth at lightning speed. Soon she was arching her back, begging him to grab her boobs harder. He teased and teased her until he saw that she couldn't stand it another minute.
Then he grabbed her rich mounds of flesh in his hands and pulled on them with tremendous force. Cindy let out a guttural scream of excitement when she felt his fingers clutching at her tits.
He began to knead and massage her breasts skillfully, watching her excitement rising every second. Her pelvis was beginning to undulate now in the suggestive rhythm of fucking.
He could see her little cunt excitedly beginning to beg him to penetrate her. He dropped to his knees and pressed his face into the fragrant warmth of her bush.
He started to gobble her eagerly. He loved the taste of Cindy's pussy. He thought she had the sweetest cunt of any cunt he had ever sucked. He had sucked so many by this time that he had forgotten most of them.
But he knew that Cindy's cunt would always stay in his mind as being the very best one. He stiffened his tongue and began to run it up and down her luscious pussy grooves.
He stroked hard and fast and Cindy's excitement grew. She shoved her crotch into his face with all her might. Her hands were clutching the pillows on either side of her, and her eyes were tightly closed in pleasure.
Tom started to work at her clit, and she groaned as she felt him touch her there. He loved the feeling of the pulse beating in her clit. It pressed against his tongue in an insistent rhythm.
The rhythm of her pulse telegraphed a message to his loins. He felt his own pulse beginning to beat heavily in his crotch. His blood was on fire and his cock was getting stiffer and stiffer.
It was so engorged with blood that it was pressing frantically against his pants. His pants were so tight against it that they were almost painful to him. He continued to run his tongue along the delectable inner folds of her cunt.
Then he look her whole pussy into his mouth and sucked on it. He drew in delicious mouthfuls of her sweet vaginal juices. The taste was magnificent to him, and the heady fragrance made him feel intoxicated.
He sucked and sucked, drawing more and more of the juice into his mouth. At last, he couldn't stand it another minute. He wanted to luck her. He wanted to ram his big thick cock as far inside her as he could act.
He stood up and scooped her up into his arms. Her shapely body was so light that he could carry her easily. He carried her into the bedroom and placed her in the middle of the big double bed.
Then he unzipped his fly and ripped off his pants. In a Hash, he had himself totally naked. Then he leaned over and unfastened the top of her gown. He slid it off her, stroking her arms as he went.
In her own mind, Cindy knew that an important part of seducing a woman was in the way you undressed her. It depended upon the situation. Sometimes, you could rip a woman's clothes off, and she loved it.
She slid her hands around behind him quickly and grabbed the muscular cheeks of his ass in her fingers. She dug her long fingernails into his tender rump and he groaned in pleasure.
Then she began flickering her tongue in a circular motion over his ridge. He was getting hotter and hotter. "Oh baby," he moaned, "do it. Eat me. Take me into your sweet mouth!"
She parted her luscious lips, and let his cock slide into her mouth. He groaned in delight when he felt the soft membranes of her mouth enfolding his aching penis. She began to move her head back and forth, stroking the length of his tool.
She flickered her tongue up and down his stiff shaft, setting a fire raging through his blood. She could feel the pulse beating in his cock as it pressed against her tongue.
She slid him into her mouth all the way, and pressed her face against his crotch. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the strong masculine odor of his sex place. It was a combination of sweat and genital smell.
It was intoxicating to her and she felt her desire growing. She started to suck in his penis with incredible skill. Tom's eyes were tightly closed and he gave himself up completely to the ecstasies of being eaten.
His hips gyrated in an anxious rhythm, and his balls banged hotly against the soft cheeks of her face. She sucked and sucked at him, and he began to move his hips faster and faster.
He grabbed her beautiful head between his hands and pressed it tightly against his crotch. His tool was pressing against the very back of her throat.
She felt as if he might ram it all the way down her throat. She relaxed so that she could take it all in. As she sucked at him, she felt her own desire rising.
The blood was pounding relentlessly in her pussy, and her inner thighs were soaking wet with cunt juice. "Oh baby," Tom groaned. "I want you. I want to fuck you. Let me get into you, or I'll blow my load in your mouth!"
She released his cock and it bounced enticingly in the air as it fell from her lips. She lay back against the couch, twisting and turning her body seductively against the pillows, and Tom climbed up onto her and pounced down on top.
"Oh baby!" she screamed. "Give it to me!"
Tom froze. She'd yelled those same words this morning when he'd seen her with June. He sat up straight on the couch, his cock frozen in its erection.
Cindy lay flailing on the couch. "What the hell is the matter with you!" she cried hysterically.
Tom turned his face towards hers slowly and evenly. "I saw you with June this morning."
Cindy looked at him, puzzled. "So what?" she asked.
"So what!? " yelled Tom. "What are you, some kind of dyke?"
"Tom, my dear," continued Cindy in an even voice, "you are the one who forced me into this swapping thing in the first place. Suddenly it's no good anymore for you, is that it? If it's not to your advantage, it's no good?"
"I just don't want a dyke for a lover," said Tom.
"You don't have one," answered Cindy, and picked herself up from the couch, negligee and all, and walked out the door.
Tom was alone. His erect prick reminded him of the good times of the past that would no longer exist. He couldn't have Cindy, and he couldn't have June. Where could he find something to fuck? With Cindy gone, that was all that mattered. Some pussy for the night. A little happiness, for a while.
