Cindy always liked Sunday mornings the best. It was not like Saturday night, when Tom might have a little too much to drink, or be in a hurry to shoot his load. On Sunday morning there was no need to hurry, so they could take it slow and easy in their love-making.
She would be just barely awake, but aware of Tom's big powerful masculine body lying there beside her in their double bed. Even if he was snoring slightly, as he sametimes did after a big evening on Saturday, she loved his snores; they were so deep and rumbly and masculine, so like him. Without being fully awake, Cindy would snuggle up close against her young husband, enjoying the thrilling sensations of her lush feminine body against him. Her big firm breasts, her smoothly curving tummy, her silken tapering thighs, all would be touching him, which was very rewarding and exciting for her. Pretending to herself that it was by accident, she would reach over and touch his penis with her slim sensitive fingers. This made her feel bold and almost sinfully daring, and it always started the wonderful warm thrilling surges of love in her body.
Often Tom's penis was already sort of big and stiff when she first touched it, as though even in his sleep he was wanting her body and her love. In any case, a few loving strokes from her fingers and his penis always stirred into rigid readiness for what was to come. He would snort and grumble without opening his eyes, but he would instinctively roll over toward her and they were in each other's arms. She was so sure of his love and his total acceptance of her that she would often start their love-making by squirming closer against him and kissing his mouth.
They both usually slept naked together in their big bed, so there were no pajamas or nighties to get in the way. After their first waking embrace, Tom's hands would eagerly go to work on her, thrilling them both toward the approaching ritual of mutal emotional and physical release. With one hand he would be cupping and fondling her plump round buttocks, caressing the smooth quivering skin and kneading the warm pneumatic mass, and even gently tickling her between the firm round hillocks. Cindy loved belonging to him and having him want to play so intimately with her eager young body. They were married, weren't they? So it was all right for them to enjoy themselves and each other. Anything they wanted to do together was legal and moral. And everything they did like this was such fun. She had no feeling of shame for her admitted carnality and sensuousness with him.
Tom's other hand would be exciting her breasts by now, fondling and tenderly squeezing those high proud hemispheres. His fingers found and gently twirled her nipples, making them harden reflexly, almost like his penis. Cindy was so very glad that she didn't have small or flabby breasts the way some girls did. Hers were such a source of pleasure and satisfaction, both to herself and to Tom. Maybe breasts were originally designed for feeding babies, but for now Cindy found them wonderfully exciting and rewarding in her wifely lovemaking.
Soon Tom was kissing and sucking on her nipples, making them even harder and darker pink from the suction of his ardent lips. His tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive tips, sending shivers of pleasure through her. The sensation of coming to a boil all over her body was becoming more acute with every passing moment. Down between her thighs Cindy could feel her pussy swelling and getting moist in anticipation. She was glad she could respond so quickly and so completely to her husband's loving. Some girls seemed to resent such things, even hate them, but Cindy was glad that this part of her married life was working out so well for both of them.
All the time that Tom was working on her, giving pleasure to them both and preparing her for the Real Thing, Cindy usually managed to keep some sort of grip on his big stiff male organ. Soon after they were married she had learned not to be too enthusiastic or vigorous in her actions at this stage. Once her eagerness to thrill him had gone too far too fast, and before they even had a chance to start the Real Thing, Tom had exploded his passion all over her hand, surprising and temporarily disappointing them both. But she loved to feel his hard shaft in her fingers as proof of his love, and she even tickled the hairy sack of his scroturn, being careful not to be too rough there.
Depending on their individual moods of the moment, the schedule of their love-making from this point on was subject to many variations. Usually Cindy preferred to go on to the Real Thing. That way she could completely engulf Tom in her love, clasping him with her mouth, her arms, her legs, and her pussy as they pumped each other up the delicious delirium of orgasm. But other ways were fun, too, as variations on the wonderful theme of carnal pleasure between a truly loving couple.
When they had first been married, she had thought that the whole idea of taking a man's penis into her mouth would be awful and depraved. But Tom's coaxing, and her total love for him, had tempted her to try it, and now she found that sucking on Tom's huge rigid shaft, with its strange bulbous purple head, was a most satisfying way of both giving and receiving pleasure and love. The first time that he had unexpectedly ejaculated in her mouth had been a shock to her, but now she actually enjoyed it as another way of demonstrating their love for each other:
It was sort of like having him kiss her pussy. At first it hadn't seemed right to have his mouth down there, especially when she was all hot and juicy. But since they both enjoyed it, why not do it? Not every time, of course, but often enough to keep remembering what fun it was. Tom seemed to know just where to use his tongue, licking up and down along her nether lips and diddling the wonderful little button of her clitty. He was such a wonderful lover-Cindy just hoped that she was as good at giving him all possible thrills as he was at providing them for her.
This Sunday morning they were going right on from the exciting preliminaries to doing the Real Thing. That's the way Cindy always thought of it-the Real Thing. No frustrating frightened substitutes like some unmarried people had to be content with. Not a couple of inexperienced kids doing it for the first time, each worried about himself and his partner. The Real Thing was what love and marriage were all about. Tom had taught her other words for it, but Cindy didn't really like those words. They sort of made everything seem dirty and coarse and bad. But the Real Thing was the basis for everything-something you could be proud of doing with your husband, something you wanted to do with him, and he wanted to do with you. The Real Thing. It was wonderfully perfect.
When she sensed that the moment was just ripe for both of them, Cindy rolled over onto her back, pulling Tom over on top of her so he was cradled between her raised and spread thighs. They looked smiling into each others eyes and knew that his demonstration of their love was again going to be the best ever. Supporting his weight on his knees and elbows, Tom began probing gently against her delta with his firmly out-thrust member.
When they were first married it had worked out better if Cindy had used her hand to guide his lance into its natural love-haven. Now with practice they both enjoyed having him let his penis search out the proper entry by itself. This thrilled and tantalized them both briefly, and then they felt him find the doorway to ecstasy. Cindy thrust her pelvis up as he bore down, and his big stiff engine began sliding into her, a little more with each of their combined heaves. They were belly-to-belly, their pubic hairs fused, as her nipples brush against his hairy chest and their mouths met in a kiss of complete sensual excitement and the Real Thing began in earnest.
With a slow mutual syncopated rhythm they began stroking their love for each other. Gradually the pace of their actions increased as their passions mounted toward the ecstasy of carnal climax. Cinday was eagerly heaving her hips in a thrilling counterpoint to his pumping as they each sensed instinctively the other's build-up to complete emotional and physical release. Sometimes they slowed the pace, to prolong the delicious pleasure, only to pump a little faster a moment later, to maintain their excitement just below the point of no return. On and on they went, each striving to give the most and best, so as to justify receiving the same willingly in return.
Cindy felt that her whole body was aglow, from the excitement of her passion and from the vigor of her contributing exertions. Suddenly she heard the sound, half-spoken and half-groaned, that signalled the beginning of Tom's orgasm. With arms and legs she drew him close down upon her heaving body as she let her own excitement burst into the glory of her exquisite climax. Body and soul seemed to blend into a superbly thrilling turmoil of divine sensations that banished all reality. All this, and heaven too? Who needs heaven if a girl can have this whenever she wants it? Theirs was the most beautiful love in the whole world. And it would last forever, she was sure.
When at last their emotions had returned to some semblance of sanity, Tom rolled off her, but they still lay closely loving, savoring the delightful aftermath of their total ardent intimacies. Finally Cindy whispered, "Guess what I want now, darling!"
"Not again so soon," protested her husband in pretended alarm. "I love you, Cindy, but I'm not Superman."
"Sure you are, Darling," she replied giggling. "But that isn't what I meant. Not this time. I was going to suggest that a hearty Sunday breakfast would help restore our energies after that wonderful exercise. Then we could loaf around and read the Sunday paper for a while. We have a date with Joe and Sis Hansen for later this afternoon, you know."
Basking in the afterglow of their mutually rewarding love, Cindy and Tom spent an uneventufl day, unaware that it would be their last Sunday together for a long time. Days later, as the terror and tragedy of the events that overwhelmed them increased, Cindy was reminded of one brief moment during that last Sunday.
Tom had looked up from the newspaper and remarked, "Guys like that, they shouldn't just put them in jail. They ought to hang them, publicly."
"What guys?" asked Cindy idly. "Who's done what?"
"Last night they had the fifth hit-and-run accident in only a week. An old man killed, and his wife not expected to live. People saw a car run them down crossing the street, but the driver sped away and can't be identified. Seven people dead in six days, from hit-and-run jerks. Including two young kids. Everybody's so angry about such callous behavior, and the police has sworn to catch every driver who doesn't stop after an accident. The papers and citizens are so worked up that the judge will have to throw the book at the next guy who gets caught at it. He'll be lucky if he doesn't get lynched."
That ended the incident that Sunday morning, but Cindy was to wonder mahy times in the following weeks if it was some kind of an omen, warning them of what was about to befall them so soon.
Tom and Cindy had been home about a half hour that Sunday evening from their planned visit with the Hansen's, when the doorbell rang. Tom answered it and found two very threatening policemen who immediately forced their way into the house.
"Hey, what's the idea? What's going on?" demanded Tom in surprise and annoyance at the intrusion.
"Are you Thomas J. Wilson?" asked the older and larger cop menacingly.
"Yes, I'm Tom Wilson," said Tom slowly, trying to hide a strange rising fear. "Is that a crime now?"
"Yes, I think it is, Buster," replied the cop, while his companion began looking through the apartment. "Do you own a 1970 Ford, black two-door?"
"Sure I do. So what? My wife and I got home about half an hour agao from visiting friends. What bank are we meant to have robbed?" asked Tom, fighting this unknown panic.
"Have you been drinking?" asked the cop, leaning forward to sniff Tom's breath.
"I had a couple of drinks earlier, but I'm cold sober," protested Tom. "What's this all about?"
"Where were you coming from before you got home?" demanded the policeman.
"From up on the West Side. We came along Broadway. My friends will vouch for me and where I was," Tom assured his opponent. "Ask my wife. She'll tell you. She's in the bedroom changing, I think."
"Yeah, I found her," said the younger cop, arriving with Cindy by one arm. She was struggling resentfully against him and was trying to put a bathrobe on over her brief revealing bra and panties.
"Were you driving when you came home?" asked the first cop, his scowl deepening.
"Sure I was driving. So what? I wasn't speeding or jumping lights, or anything. What am I meant to have done?" Tom was getting frantic at the suspense.
"We didn't do anything wrong. Really we didn't," said Cindy, trying to hold the robe protectively around her partly exposed body.
With calm deliberation, the older larger cop took the handcuffs from his belt and reached out for Tom's arm. As the steel bracelet snicked shut he said, "All we've got on you so far, Buster, is a positive identification for hit-and-run, vehicular homicide, leaving the scene of an accident, and drunken driving. Come along quietly now, or I'll add resisting arrest to that list."
As Tom was hustled out by the two officers, the older cop said, "You can stay here, girlie, but don't try to leave town, or you'll just make things worse for both of you."
In spite of his frantic truthful protests that he was innocent of all those charges, Tom was dragged from his home, manacled like a hardened criminal. He had sense enough to call back to Cindy, "Get a lawyer. Get me out of this terrible mess. You know it's all a mistake. Get a lawyer, so we can get this straightened out."
It was a week before Cindy, with the help of a lawyer-friend, was able to see Tom again, and then it was in the visiting cell of the local jail. And it would be a year before Tom would see his home again, and be able to enjoy the fervent ecstasies of his wife's love-making.
Such are the strange complexities of fate.
A witness positively identified Tom's car as the one which had run down the child, and Tom as the driver of the car. The car and Tom had been traced through the license plate numher, and Tom admitted truthfully to being in the area at the time of the accident. As an example to other future hit-and-run drivers, the judge refused to let Tom out on bail pending trial. Somehow the rash of such accidents which was terrorizing the city had to be stopped. Severe punishment and harsh treatment might convince other potential offenders that trying to escape after an accident really did not pay.
CHAPTER TWO
The longer the trial dragged on, the worse things seemed to get, Cindy found. The dent in their front fender of the car, which had happened in a parkling lot the weekend before, was shown to be positive proof that it was their car which had hit and killed the child. When posed in a line-up where he was the only big, dark-haired man, Tom was instantly identified as the driver of the hit-run car by several witnesses. The public uproar over the many recent hit-run offenses forced the newspapers, the judge, and the jury to find a scapegoat, and Tom was it.
The young lawyer friend whom Cindy first contacted to get Tom out of jail, realized that his client was innocent, but proving it was another matter. When it became obvious that the case was going to be subject to wild notoriety and intense news media coverage, they were forced to hire a well-known criminial lawyer to defend Tom. This seemed to indicate that Tom was really guilty, but Cindy and their young lawyer felt it would give him a better chance of being acquitted. At the courthouse, and around their home where Cindy still lived, there were mob scenes and threats of violence.
And worst of all, Tom's employer told Cindy in all honesty that he would have to fire Tom, at least until he had been cleared of this terrible crime. The company was suffering from adverse criticism for having an employee who could commit such a horrible crime. Cindy found that even many of their friends were no longer friendly as the evidence kept piling up against Tom.
Their landlord strongly suggested that Cindy find somewhere else to live, before a mob of angry citizens took the law into their own hands and tried to burn down the building in punishment for her husband's crime. The ultimate shock came when Cindy realized that all their savings had been completely wiped out and they were broke, with no evidence of any more money coming in, from anywhere.
Something had to be done, and quickly. She had to get a job; not just any simple cheap job, but a job that would pay enough to finance their lawyers' fee as well as keep her going, until Tom's innocence was proved. But what could she do? She had no specialized training of any sort, and no wealthy or influential friends who could help.
In searching through the help-wanted ads one day, she saw that a big nightclub just outside town was interested in hiring dancers. Cindy had always loved to dance, and the ad didn't say what kind of dancers they wanted, so she took a chance and went out to be interviewed. The "Skyway Club" was a big old building, two stories high, near the airport, and the signs outside blared their biggest attraction "Topless Dancers." Cindy almost turned back then, but she figured she had come this far, she might as well go in and find out more about the job. There might even be some other job available there, one that she could perform without sacrificing her honor and her modesty.
There were other girls waiting to see about the jobs, and it was an hour before Cindy was called into the manager's office. He was medium sized, in his forties, and had blondish hair above a pock-marked face. Cindy was wearing a mini-skirt and a tight sweater, to show off her curved feminine figure at its best in applying for the job. The manager's eyes surveyed her with professional expertness as he said, "You're cut, all right, kid. My name is Sam. What's yours? Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
"My name is Cindy," replied the girl, fearful that he might recognize her from the photos of her which had appeared all too frequently in the newspapers in connection with Tom's trial. "I don't think we've ever met before. What kind of job do you have open?"
"Topless go-go dancers. Come over here, Cindy," he ordered, still studying her face and figure. "I never forget a face. Maybe I've seen your picture somewhere?"
"No. I don't think so. I'm not in show business or anything like that," she said, walking slowly toward him. "But I really need a job. Preferrably one that pays well."
"So does everybody," said Sam lightly. Then without warning his hands reached out and grabbed firmly into her out-thrusting breasts which were so boldly displayed within her snug sweater.
"Ooh. Don't do that!" gasped Cindy, pushing his hands away as she quickly stepped back.
"Don't panic, kid. It's nothing personal," Sam assured her. "I just have to make sure that all those nice big bumps are yours. Some girls try to make the grade by wearing padded bras, so I'll hire them. Then on the stage they turn out to have nothing bigger then bee-bites on their chests, and that won't satisfy the customers. Now let me see the rest of you."
"What? What do you mean?" asked Cindy.
"Pull up your skirt, so I can get a look at what the customers will be paying to see. You seem OK but I have to be sure I'm not hiring a dud or a freak," Sam told her bluntly. "That's right, Kid. Those are cute panties, and what's in them looks OK, too. Now let me see your idea of go-go dancing."
Obediently Cindy began to twist and thrust and turn rhythmically, her long hair floating and flowing in time to the quick meter. She had always enjoyed dancing, especially with Tom, for the exercise was exhilarating, and the action made her aware of her body and sent the hot blood coursing through her thrillingly.
Sam's eyes hungrily followed her movements and he licked his lips as he said, "That's OK, kid, but I want to see what the cash-customers will be seeing. You saw the big sign outside, it says topless dancers, so that's what I want to see. And with your skirt off, too."
Cindy stopped her wild gyrations and stared at Sam for a moment as she pondered this problem which she had feared would arise. She needed money terribly, not only to live on herself, but to pay for lawyers to prove that her husband, Tom, was innocent of the crime he was accused of. She didn't want to expose herself before this tough cynical nightclub manager, and Tom would be furious at her for even considering it, but Tom's freedom was even more important. As long as she didn't do it willingly, and as long as she didn't do the Real Thing, it would probably be all right, since it was in a good cause-Tom's freedom.
Slowly she raised her sweater over her head and shrugged out of it, while Sam's gaze lewdly devoured her big firm unsupported breasts. "Now the skirt," he ordered in a tense excited voice, and she reluctantly unzipped and stepped out of the brief garment, to stand before him clad only in her snug tiny panties and her high-heeled shoes.
Rather than pose before him in her near nudity, Cindy began to twist and swirl again in her go-go dance. She was acutely conscious of her bare breasts bouncing and quivering in time to her motions, and each movement seemed to thrust her pussy into exaggerated prominence, but she knew she would do anything-well almost anything-to get the money she so desperately needed to save her husband.
"OK, that's enough, kid," said Sam finally. "Come over her so we can discuss hiring you."
Cindy reached for her discarded skirt and sweater, but Sam said, "No. Just like you are. I want to inspect the merchandise I'm hiring. You've sure got what it takes to please a man, kid."
With fear and shame Cindy slowly approached him as he sat in his big chair. His hands began to fondle her high out-thrust breasts and Cindy did not dare protest too vigorously for fear of antagonizing him and losing the job. Now he was caressing her slim waist and rounded hips, and his fingers were clasping into her pertly rounded smooth buttocks making her squirm in alarm and humiliation. When one of his hands slipped between her thighs and began to finger the narrow band of her panties, Cindy backed away from him quickly, saying, "No. None of that. I want a job as a dancer, that's all. My husband wouldn't like you doing that."
"So you're married? I hope he appreciates what you've got for him to play with. If he lets you come here for a job, both of you must know what to expect," said Sam cynically, again reaching out for her. "Both of you ought to know that deals like this are signed on the dotted couch, so to speak."
"I didn't know that," said Cindy in fright. "And my husband isn't home now. He's away for a while. That's why I need this job so badly."
"So the Army got him. That's too bad," snickered Sam lewdly. "That sure is tough for him, being taken away from a cute little broad like you. I'll bet he sure misses you and what he can do with you."
"And I miss him too," said Cindy defensively, and then blushed as she realized the meaning Sam would put on what she said. "I mean, I love him, and I won't do anything bad with anyone while he's away. I love him."
"OK, so you don't want to put out, and cheat on your boy-friend. But you need dough, lots of it, and quick. How do you expect to get it?" demanded Sam, still letting her exquisite young body occupy most of his attention. "I'm not a charity organization here, you know."
"How much do your dancers get paid?" asked Cindy hopefully. "If I dance topless, that is?"
"You dance topless or you don't dance here," said Sam firmly. "I'll pay you twenty bucks a night, working ten o'clock to two, fifteen minutes on and half an hour off. You can eat around midnight, on the house, and I'll supply your costumes."
When he saw Cindy's disappointment as she calculated her income, Sam slowly added, "I know you're not going to get rich dancing, even with your terrific build. But if you want to play things right, you can average two or three times what I pay you."
"Doing what?" asked Cindy fearfully.
"Just being nice to the right people. People who can appreciate how wonderfully you're stacked, and can show their appreciation with generous amounts of dough."
"What do I have to do?" asked Cindy again.
"That's up to you, kid. The more you do and the better you do it, the more generous these people will be. I can introduce you to the right people, but from then on, it's strictly up to you. I'm no pimp. I just try to get people together who may have the same interests."
Cindy was silent for a moment, shocked by the crude filthy deal being offered her. She was about to turn it down bluntly when Sam continued, "You got to admit, kid, that this will be a perfect set-up to advertise what you've got, and get paid for doing it. Whether you sell it later is up to you, but you keep saying you need money, so I'm offering you an easy way to get a lot of it quick."
"Easy way?" gasped Cindy. "Why, I'd be nothing but a whore, doing that."
"You said it. I didn't," replied Sam calmly. 'While you think it over, come here a second. I want to show you something about how it can work."
Confused by all that was happening to her, Cindy unthinkingly stepped toward him, and instantly his hands clutched tightly into her firm bulging breasts. She gasped in pain and emotional shock at this new offense, but Sam's hands could not be brushed away from their powerful grip into her sensitive flesh.
"I just want to show you a sample of what you can do, kid," his voice was hoarse and raspy with tension as his cruel hands dragged her down to a kneeling pose between his knees. "You just go down on me now. Give me a good blow job and I'll show you how easy it is for a broad with your assets to make dough quick. I've seen and played with a lot of dames, but you're the best so far. You do right by me, and I'll sure do right by you, kid."
Before Cindy could actually comprehend what was happening to her, she found herself kneeling submissively before Sam's seated figure, with his hardening penis thrust into her protesting mouth. His hands held her head in position, and when her hands came up to push his organ out of her mouth, he encouraged her, "That's right, kid. Use you hands on me to help jerk me off. Makes it easier for you, and feels terrific for me, too. Now use your tongue on the end. Christ, you're exciting to see and feel. Oooh, it's wonderful the way you do it, kid. I can't wait."
What Sam mistook for superb oral technique, was really Cindy's ineffectual struggles to escape. It had taken her time to realize that this was actually happening to her, and then her frantic efforts to expel his organ from her mouth, as well as her frightened gestures with her hands to escape his grip on her head, had provided the special thrills that sent Sam's passions soaring into orbit. Before either of them really expected it, he was ejaculating copiously into her mouth.
The shock to Cindy was horrible, but all she could think of was that she hadn't been tricked into doing the Real Thing. This was awful and shameful, but at least she was still faithful to Tom and her love for him. It was another of the terrible tragedies that had befallen her recently, but she would have to bear up under it, and keep working hard to save him and their wonderful marriage.
As Sam's grip on her head relaxed, Cindy struggled to her feet, looking wildly around for escape. Sam pointed and said, "The bathroom is in there." And she fled to that sanctuary and privacy. Her thoughts were whirling with fright and horror at this most recent calamity on top of all their other troubles. It had been horrible and disgusting, but, at least, it hadn't been the Real Thing. She couldn't have stood having THAT done to her. It would have ruined everything for her, and made life and the future not worth living. Tom would never want her again if she had let anyone do the Real Thing to her.
Frantically she rinsed out her mouth and washed her face and hands, trying to remove all evidence of what had happened. When her flesh was clean she began to feel as if her soul had been cleaned a little, too. And she had resisted as well as she could, so she need not really feel guilty. She certainly hadn't wanted or enjoyed it at all. And the marks of Sam's fingers still showed as painful bruises in the smooth creamy tissue of her breasts, reminders of what had transpired.
Trying to hide her near nakedness, Cindy came slowly and embarrassingly out of the bathroom to find Sam smiling at her as if they were the best of friends. She grabbed her skirt and sweater and hastily put them on, not daring to look at him until she was decently covered. She was about to blast him with her hatred and restement, and tell him she wouldn't work for him, no matter how much he paid her, when Sam broke their silence.
"Kid, you're even better than I thought. You're terrific, and I know what I'm talking about. To make sure you keep working here dancing, I'll raise you to thirty bucks a night, even before you start. And to show you how well you can do on your own here, between sets and after closing, here's something to prove how well I liked the way you went down on me. The way you pretended to fight me, made it so damned thrilling, I even went off before I expected to."
Automatically Cindy took the bill he offered her and her mouth gaped open in surprise as she saw that it was a fifty. Fifty dollars for less than five minutes work. It was terrible and disgusting work, but the money would help free Tom must as well as if she had earned it in some conventional dull job. And Sam had offered her thirty dollars a night for dancing. Admittedly it was shameful and immodest, dancing with her big breasts bare and bouncing, but it was still thirty dollars toward Tom's freedom. It was awful, but she wasn't being forced to do the Real Thing. She wouldn't and couldn't do that. Doing the Real Thing with anyone but Tom would ruin everything for her, she knew. Through her whirling confused thoughts, Cindy realized that Sam was talking to her.
"... So I'll expect you back her tonight in time to start work at ten, kid. I feel sorry for your boy-friend in the Army, missing the use of all your goodies, but if you play ball with me, I can make sure that you make out damned well in the money department. I can steer lots of nice rich guys to you, and keep the creeps away from you. We'll make out fine together, kid, as long as you play square with me around here, and really give it hell in your dancing."
Cindy knew she was being dismissed, and she was glad of the chance to get away. With a little silence and privacy, maybe she could figure things out. God know she needed money. Not for herself, but for Tom. But how far should she go to get it? If she just took a regular job, like a clerk in a store, she couldn't earn anywhere near enough to help Tom. But if she peddled her youthful feminine beauty-if she did the Real Thing-with anyone but Tom, her marriage wouldn't be worth anything anyway. It was a terrible problem for her to solve. It looked as if she was bound to lose, no matter what she did. Cindy cried quietly to herself all the way home on the bus.
CHAPTER THREE
By the time that Cindy finished her first fifteen minute set in the go-go cage behind the bar, she knew that she was really working for her money. At first she had felt shy and shamed at the whistles and cheers which greeted her appearance under the bright spotlights, wearing only tiny spangled panties to cover her lush figure. Calls of "Look at them titties. Swing 'em right at me, girlie. Wiggle that cute round ass, baby. Flip them panties right in my eye, girlie," had nearly made her run back to the crude dressing-room in embarrassed confusion. But she soon realized that she was safe from any actual contact with those coarse men, protected by her cage and by the whole staff of the 'Skyway.' She could just try to ignore the rude comments that under normal circumstances would be insults, but here were meant to be compliments.
Then she was kicking and. twisting with the powerful demanding rhythm of the music. She found she could lose herself in the thrilling pumping motion, and the leering cheering audience almost disappeared from her awareness. She was young and healthy and in fairly good physical condition, but by the end of fifteen minutes of continuous violent exertion she was nearly exhausted. Her whole body was glistening with sweat and she felt almost hypnotized by the steady rhythm beating into her muscles and brain, stamping out everything but the moment.
At last the orchestra stopped and Cindy stepped gasping from the cage and disappeared backstage. She had been hot from her exertions, but now she felt chilled as the perspiration began to evaporate from her moist glowing exposed skin. In the communal dressing room used by all the dancers Cindy found herself huddled shivering on a chair until another girl tossed her a terrycloth robe.
"Here, kid. Put this around you or you'll catch a cold. Cooling off too fast after a wild workout can get you all stiff and sore in the muscles, too," said the other girl sympathetically.
"Thanks. I really need a robe, I guess," replied Cindy smiling with shy friendliness. "I didn't know I'd get so heated up. This is my first night here."
"I know. It won't be so tough after a few nights. You get used to all the exercise," said the girl. "By the way, my name is Gerrie. I've been here for almost six months. Ever since they started this topless idea. It hasn't much future, working here, but the pay is good. And Sam knows not to let any of the customers try to get fresh with me. They can look all they want. It's what they pay for, isn't it? But they'd better not try to handle the merchandise, if they want to stay healthy."
"You mean Sam and the waiters and bouncers would help us if some man tried to do anything to us?" asked Cindy hopefully. Then she added, "My name is Cindy, and it's nice to have a friend here. I've been sort of scared, ever since I agreed to dance topless. It doesn't seem right, somehow, letting all those men see me like this."
"You sure have the most of the best for them to ogle and drool at," said Gerrie admiringly. "And the crew here will protect you from any guy who tries to get rough. But you'll find that you get a kick out of having so many men wanting you, and you don't have to give them a damned thing. Not to any man."
Cindy though this over and then said quietly, "I used to like to let my husband have it. But he's not around now, so I'm doing this to make money."
"Just like a man," said Gerrie tartly. "Walk out on a sweet beautiful girl like you. And not even send her any money. Men are real bastards, aren't they?"
"Tom's wonderful," said Cindy quickly. "He loves me and I love him. It's just that right now I have to earn the money for both of us, because...."
"Who cares about why he left you?" demanded Gerrie bitterly. "What it always comes down to is that the man uses a girl till he gets bored, and then he runs out on her leaving her without a dime. That's why I really enjoy teasing and tempting and frustrating all those guys who watch us and want us. If one of them offered me a hundred dollars a minute, I'd tell him to go to hell."
After this outburst Gerrie seemed to calm down a little, and then she said, "Well, it's almost time for me to go shake my tits and tail at the male bastards out there. Take it easy and relax for a while, Cindy. You have lots more sets to do tonight. I'm glad to have talked to you like this. I hope we'll be friends."
Cindy hoped so too, as she gave herself a quick sponge-bath before getting ready for her next appearance in the go-go cage. This time she found herself less aware of the ogling leering men, but she was more conscious of being physically tired from the unaccustomed exercise. She was nearing total exhaustion by the time her second set was finished and she practically staggered back to the dressing room, interested only in lying down to recover.
Gerrie came over and covered Cindy with the robe again, murmuring sympathy for her weariness. Then with expert tenderness Gerrie began massaging Cindy's neck and shoulders and back, getting the stiffened and tired muscles to relax and get most benefit from the rest period.
"You poor kid. Try to take it easy when you're up there working. You'll get used to it, but we don't want you passing out or fainting while you're on stage. I'll help you all I can, Cindy, in every way." Gerrie's voice was so soft and sympathetic that Cindy felt like crying. Gerrie was the first person who had been kind and helpful since that awful day, weeks before, when the police had come and dragged Tom away like a terrible criminal. Under the deftly massaging hands, Cindy felt herself begin to relax and calm down after the frightening strain of her violent dancing and public carnal exposrure.
She must have dozed off momentarily, for Cindy was next aware of Gerrie saying, "You stay right here and rest a while longer, dear. I'll take over your next set on the stage; I'm used to it so it won't be such a strain for me. You just try to sleep for another half hour or so, so you can go on for the set after this when it's your turn."
Cindy started to protest but the other girl stopped her by saying, "It's all right, Cindy dear. I can do it easily. And some other time you can do me a favor. Just rest now. I'll be back in a little while to be with you and help take care of you, so sleep now, dear."
As Cindy drifted back into refreshing sleep she felt safe and content for the first time in ages. The care and help from this new friend meant so much. In a way it was almost like having Tom back, to take care of her and love her and cuddle her when she felt low and sad. Soon Gerrie's hands were again caressing and massaging her neck and shoulders, loosening up the muscles that had spasmed from physical and emotional strain. Now Gerrie's hands were working gently down her whole back and even working on the smooth plump mounds of her buttocks.
"Start pulling yourself together, Cindy," came Gerries sympathetic voice. "In a few minutes it will be time for you to go on for your last set in the cage. Do you think you can make it?"
"Oh, yes. Sure I can. I have to, to keep this job," said Cindy, slowly sitting up. She still felt tired in every muscle of her lovely young body, but she felt much better than she had a while ago before her long rest. It was so wonderful to have Gerrie for a friend, at a time like this when she needed friendly help so much.
Somehow Cindy got through her last stint of dancing nearly naked before the cheering appreciative audience of leering men. She was dead tired but she forced her body to keep kicking and twisting and pumping to the driving beat of the orchestra. She knew she was putting on a satisfactory performance, because the men kept whistling and making lewd remarks about her body and what they wanted to do with it. She kept a mechanicial smile on her face and could feel her bare breasts jouncing and bobbing as tautly as ever in time to the music, while her pelvis thrust and heaved suggestively to the primitive beat.
At last her duties for the evening were over and she was back exhausted in the dressing room. Sam, the manager came in without knocking to tell her that she had done well for the first time, and that many of the customers thought she was terrific and wanted her to come out and visit with them to have a drink. Before Cindy could tell him that she was much too tired to socialize with anyone tonight, Gerrie came to her defense.
"Can't you leave her alone tonight, Sam?" said Gerrie angrily. "The poor kid's really beat. Wait till she gets used to the workout before you try peddling her to your rich friends. Now get out of her before I get mad."
To Cindy's surprise, the manager smiled placatingly and beat a hasty retreat from the dressing room. Gerrie seemed to have an unexpected influence on the man who was meant to be in charge of the whole nightclub. But at least she, Cindy, was safe for tonight from the greedy eyes and groping hands of the aroused men outside.
"How are you getting home?" asked Gerrie tenderly. "And where do you live?"
"They told me there's a bus goes by from the airport in a little while. That will take me to within a few blocks of my apartment in town."
"Anyone there to meet you?"
"No. I told you my husband isn't home now," replied Cindy, hoping that the reason for Tom's absence would not be brought up; she was just too tired to go into all the necessary explanations now.
"You're too exhausted to tackle that tonight," decided Gerrie firmly. "Waiting on a lonely road for a bus with all the creeps from here trying to pick you up, walking along city streets alone at this hour, and spending the night alone after what you've been through.
That's too much. I have my car here, so you come home with me for tonight. Then you won't be alone and no travelling problems. Don't argue with me about it, Cindy dear. It's all decided. Don't even bother to take off your cute little costume panties. Just put your skirt and sweater on over them, and your shoes, and we're off. In fifteen minutes you'll be in a warm relaxing bath, and in half an hour you'll be tucked in and asleep in my big bed."
It worked out just that way, because Cindy was too tired to offer even token resistance to her new friend's helpful hospitality. Gerrie helped her undress, including the removal of the tight elastic spangled panties which were her only working costume. In the bathtub, Gerrie's tender loving hands washed and massaged her weary body with deft relaxing caresses, Cindy's eyes closed and she gave in to sleep the moment her head touched the pillow in her friend's big bed. Tomorrow would be another day, but Cindy had had all she could cope with today.
When she became half aware that it was morning, Cindy knew it must be Sunday, from the way she felt. Her whole naked body felt deliciously tired, but so relaxed and safe that she didn't want to wake up the rest of the way. She could feel the warmth of Tom next to her, and in a few minutes she'd roll over and begin making love to him. She wouldn't even have to open her eyes or wake up to do it, and she knew that Tom would enjoy their long slow Sundy love-making as much as she always did. Just thinking about what they would be doing made Cindy's whole deliciously content female body begin to warm and swell in anticipation.
When she became intensely conscious of her breasts swelling and her vulva moistening, Cindy rolled over and reached out for Tom's big male form. Instinctively her hand groped for his wonderful penis, because she so loved to be holding it and feel it when it swelled and hardened in preparation for their love. Then suddely Cindy sat upright in bed, her eyes and mouth wide open in fright.
Her blindly groping fingers had not found Tom's beloved male organ, but a lightly furred female pussy. And as she cuddle up to the figure beside her, Cindy's mouth had come in intimate contact with a very obviously feminine nipple and full round breast. Her first alarmed glance around showed that she was not in her own bedroom, and suddenly she knew that Tom was in jail on hit-run charges of which he was innocent. Her second frightened glance showed that the other body in the big bed was by no means Tom, in fact it wasn't even a man. It was a girl with an obviously feminine form in every way that Cindy could see quickly.
The other girl slowly opened her eyes and smiled up at the startled Cindy, saying, "No wonder you look surprised, Cindy dear. You were so exhausted last night that I'm not surprised you don't remember coming here with me."
"I guess I don't, really" admitted Cindy, her thoughts whirling wildly as she tried to review the night before. Slowly she recalled getting the terrible job at the Skyway nightclub. Then her dancing with bare breasts before all those leering men at the bar. Her exhaustion almost to the point of collapse from the villent exercise. And dimly she remembered this other girl as the one who had been so helpful and sympathetic when everything had seemed to awful and hopeless. What was her name?
"I'm Gerrie, and I dance at the Skyway too," said the smiling friendly girl lying so calmly on the bed. "You were in no shape to cope with anything more last night, so I brought you home and put you to bed. You're safe here; and I won't let any of those horrible men get at you."
The girl seemed so friendly and calm that Cindy began to relax a little after her confused fright. "Thank you for helping me. I'm afraid I sort of ran out of gas at the end last night. And just as I was waking up this morning, I thought you were my husband in bed with me."
"Good. Maybe that made you feel a little better too. Everyone needs to be loved. So if your husband has left you, you must be feeling very lonely and sad. It's really terrible not to be loved. The closeness and warmth and loving intimate togetherness make even a tough life worth living, don't they."
"Yes, you're right. I miss him so, I don't know what I'm going to do," Said Cindy, tearing forming in her eyes as she thought about the future. "I miss him so very much, especially at times like this."
"I know what you mean, Cindy. It means so much to a girl to have someone close who loves and understands you. Someone you can trust, someone who can caress you and make you feel safe. You need someone like your husband to hold you close and cuddle you and make your body feel beautiful and wanted," Gerrie told her tenderly. "Now you just lie down again here for a few minutes and let me hold you like you were my little baby. It will calm your nerves and make you feel much better. Then we can get up and eat and make our plans for the day. All right, dear?"
Cindy let herself relax into the first real tranquility she had known in the weeks since Tom had left. Gerrie's arms came around her protectively, soothing and comforting her with loving warmth. Then Gerrie's fingers began slowly and affectionately to play over Cindy's smooth flesh, the way one pats and pets and fondles an upset child. Cindy hardly noticed it when her friend began cupping and gently squeezing one of her big round breasts. It wasn't what Cindy wanted or was expecting, but it felt so good that she couldn't bring herself to protest.
As if reading her partner's thoughts, Gerrie murmured softly, "I'll bet your husband liked to do this. And I'll bet you liked him doing it, too. It makes any woman feel good to know her real femininity is loved and appreciated. Doesn't it feel good and help you relax, to have me play with your nice big titties like this? Doesn't it, Cindy?"
"Yes, I guess it does," she admitted sleepily. "I used to love having Tom do it, and play with my nipples till they got all big and hard. Yes, just like that, the way you're doing it. But he was my husband, so it was all right for him to do it."
"I'm not your husband, of course, dear, but I want to make you happy when you're feeling low and depressed like you have been. What else did he do that felt nice for you, Cindy?"
"He used his hands to play with me, my tummy and my seat, and my thighs," replied Cindy with sleepy honesty as she enjoyed this tender affection. "But he loved me, and I loved him, and he was my husband, and he was a man, so that makes it different. Maybe we shouldn't...."
"Stop worrying, Cindy dear. I told you I just want to take care of you and make you feel good after the terrible strain you've been under. And I'll bet his hands weren't as gentle and loving as mine when I do this ... and this. Men always are demanding and want something. They want to put their big thing into you. But I just want to love and caress you like this. Very slowly and gently on your smooth soft skin. That's right, dear; spread your legs a little so my fingers can give you the tender soft thrills that you need now. I just want to do things for you, not TO you, like a crude rough man would."
Somehow Cindy found herself being turned over so she faced her companion, and now Gerrie's lips and tongue were expertly stimulating her nipples, sending hot thrills of love coursing through Cindy's whole body. She knew that if she were fully awake and aware of what was happening, it would be wrong. But this sensually beautiful interlude was so dream-like and unreal that she could allow herself to enjoy it. She didn't want to wake up and lose the lovely warm excitement that was enveloping her.
Now she could feel Gerrie's hand stroking oh-so-gently between the smooth tapering columns of her thighs. Gerrie was in no hurry, the way Tom sometimes had been, and Cindy was wholly ready and eagerly waiting by the time that those sensitive loving fingers were tenderly brushing the outer surfaces of Cindy's pussy. To silently indicate her acceptance, Cindy began a slow rhythmic heaving of her pelvis against the gently probing fingers. Already her whole vulva was swollen hot and moist in expectation, and Cindy was smiling dreamily to herself at the prospect of lying passive while being so adroitly excited toward ecstasy.
She wouldn't have to do anything at all. Just He there and let those lovely things happen to her. Gerrie had been right about that; nothing would be done TO her, just these beautiful sensations being provided FOR her while she lay there, half asleep, and savored her pleasure.
With a wonderful slowness and inevitability Cindy felt her whole body coming gloriously alive as if each nerve and cell was being individually thrilled with a pervasive gentle excitement. There was no hurry, and the longer these sensations lasted, the more intense they became. The beauty might continue to build up for a second or an hour or a week, but the ultimate culminations would be the most glorious that any human had ever experienced.
Genie's embraces and caresses seemed to clothe her whole sensitized form in exquisite sensations that completely blocked out the anguish of reality which had engulfed her for so long.
Finally the hurricane of her emotional upheaval broke over Cindy in thundering waves of ecstasy. Idly her mind registered through the haze of passion that this experience was as wonderfully intense and beautiful as anything she had experienced with Tom, but was somehwat different in quality, being more totally rewarding in the emotional sense, but less wild and uninhibited in the strictly physical sense. Gentle, wide, and deep, rather than wildly pagan in its abandonded violence.
It was much later, as the two girls calmed down and lay resting side by side on the big bed, that Cindy began to feel embarrassment and shame for what she had permitted to happen between them. To enjoy carnal passions with her husband was right and beautiful, but to indulge in any kind of overtly sexual activity with another girl was both shameful and sinful. Her utter loneliness and terror at the wrongful loss of Tom might explain her giving in to Gerrie's lesbian love-making, but nothing could really excuse it, Cindy knew.
CHAPTER FOUR
In spite of Gerrie's apologies and promises that their all-girl love-making would never be repeated, it was several days before Cindy stopped feeling embarrassed about what had happened between them. Gerrie continued to be friendly and helpful in getting the younger girl accustomed to things around the Skyway, and her longer experience and tougher attitude made Cindy's adjustment much easier than it might otherwise have been.
The incident that proved to Cindy that Gerrie was truly her friend under all circumstances happened near closing time a week or so later. Because of her obvious youth and exquisite beauty of both face and figure Cindy had become the real star of the Skyway's topless go-go dancers. Some of the other girls seemed to resent Cindy's popularity with the male customers at the bar, but when they discovered that she was not at all interested in making herself available to them between her sessions in the cage, or after the club closed, the girls forgot their dislike for her. She was good bait, they figured, getting the men all excited so that the other girls could make extra unofficial money by satisfying the carnal urges which Cindy had stimulated.
Several times Sam had directly suggested that Cindy should make lots more money by socializing with some of the rich men who frequented the club and selling her evident assets for their entertainment. The girl knew how desperately the money was needed for her husband's legal defense, but she continued to refuse to peddle her lush young femininity for that or any other purpose. In trying to save her husband, she would be permanently ruining her marriage and the love it represented.
Cindy had become accustomed to the vigorous exercise that her job required, and could lounge around chatting with the other girls between sets without having to rest up for the next bout of wild exertion. Physically she knew that she was porbably in the best condition she had ever been in, her body freed of any excess fat by the rigors of her work while retaining the delightfully feminine pneumatic contours that the customers found so attractive when displayed in her routines. But emotionally she was becoming more and more depressed and discouraged. The future looked more and more hopeless, and the present was so horribly lonely.
At the Skyway she was still friendly with Gerrie, taking full advantage of the older girl's suprior knowledge and experience in show business, but away from the club Cindy did not dare associate with Gerrie for fear that there might be a repetition of their lesbian affair. It was bad enough having been tricked into sex with another girl by Gerrie's subtle wiles and her own innocence and loneliness, but to intentionally risk another such episode was more than Cindy's conscience could take.
One evening just before midnight, Sam, the club manager, intercepted Cindy as she came from the go-go cage toward the dressing room. He led her into his office and closed the door to insure privacy.
"Kid, you've been doing great here, swinging that terrific shape of yours around on the stage. You've got every man who sees you climbing the walls. In fact you're so good that I'm giving you a raise to fifty backs a night. How does that strike you?"
"Thank you very much, Sam," said Cindy, smiling her appreciation. Every extra dollar that was earned honestly was a great help in her problems. "I'm glad that your customers like my dancing."
"It's not your dancing that keeps them coming back for more," Sam assured her bluntly. "It's your gorgeous shape, kid. You could probably just stand there and let them drool over what you've got. You've got everything a girl should have, in just the right amount and in just the right places. Every guy that sees you gets the hots for you and dreams of hustling you off to bed."
"I'm glad my work is satisfactory," said Cindy blushing at Sam's blunt honesty. Now that he was discussing her body so frankly she became more aware of the fact that she was standing there before him wearing only some tiny tight panties, with nothing covering her big firm projecting breasts. She crossed her arms to try to hide those lush young hemispheres from his hot admiring gaze.
"But you don't seem to be in such a terrible bind for money," Sam continued. "I've offered you chances to pick up extra dough by doing private extra special performances for some of the rich customers. You could easily double your income for just a few minutes in bed with these guys, but you say you're not interested. What gives, kid? Do you want money, or don't you?"
"I need money badly, but I'm not going to earn it that way," said Cindy firmly. "I could never face my husband again if I was unfaithful to him. It would ruin our love, and that's the most important thing in my life."
"Have it your own way, kid, but it seems such a shame to let all that wonderful equipment going to waste with nobody getting any fun out of it. I've tried to do right by you, getting you chances at more money, so now I really want you to do me a special favor. I won't like it at all if you turn me down on this." Sam seemed serious.
"What's the favor?" asked Cindy. "I'll try to help you if I can. But I can't let any men ... make love ... go to bed ... do that thing to me. I just won't do it, Sam."
"Well, there's more ways of killing a cat than stuffing it with marmalade, kid. This one guy really has the hots for you, and if you won't let him screw you, you could probably figure out some other way to make him shoot his load. He probably isn't too fussy about how you do it, as long as he has your cute frame to play with while his ashes are being hauled. And I'll see that you get a hundred bucks for doing the job. That's a promise, kid."
"Why are you so insistent on my doing this favor for this particular man ... if I do it?" asked Cindy seriously. "You've been nice to me, so I'd like to help you out if I can without spoiling my whole life."
"Getting screwed a few times while your husband is away won't ruin anything," countered Sam "He'll never know it happened."
"But I will, Sam. That's the important thing."
Sam stared at her in disbelief for a moment and then went on pleading his special case. "This Charley has really got a thing up his butt off and forget it. But he's a big shot politician tried to tout him off onto some of the other girls ... ones who would be glad to do it for half the dough I'm offering you, but he wants just you and he wants you bad. If he was just some ordinary customer here, I'd brush him off and forget it. But he's a bit shot politician around here and he has lots of clout when it comes to keeping out of trouble with the law. Business is good here at the Skyway, because of the topless show we put on. But some of the narrow-minded conservative jerks in town are trying to have the club closed down, claiming we put on lewd and indecent performances. This Charley has enough influence to let us keep operating, and he'll help us if I can get you to play sex-games with him. That's why your co-operation is so important. You keep playing the reluctant virgin bit and I'll probably be put out of business. But if you keep Charley happy in the sex department, we'll both make out fine."
Cindy saw the problem facing Sam, and she knew that if she refused she would be even worse off than before. She had absolutely no intention of letting this Charley, or anyone else, do the Real Thing with her. Only Tom could do that. But if some harmless substitute would satisfy Charley, then she would go along the the plan, because of the many benefits for herself in the way of money and Sam's good will.
She explained her decision to Sam, and he seemed content with the idea that half a loaf was better than none as far as Charley was concerned. Sam was sure that any form of sexual intimacy with Cindy would insure Charley's political help and influence in keeping the Skyway operating as usual with its crowd drawing topless show.
"OK, kid. If that's the best deal I can work out with you, it will have to do. You stay here in my office while I go tell Charley you're waiting to give him his jollies," Sam told her calmly. "Lock the door when I leave, so nobody comes wandering in to foul things up for Charley and you. I'll tell Charley to knock twice, pause, and knock twice again, so you'll know it's him."
As Cindy locked the door and stood waiting, she wondered wildly if what she was doing was the best thing for her husband and herself. Being nearly naked in front of so many men every night, and now meeting an unknown but sexually aroused potential lover while clad only in her tiny bright panties, were hardly the actions of a shy, modest and morally chaste young wife. Her only excuse was that she was doing what she thought best to get the money needed for Tom's defense and trial. She hated doing these things, but they had to be done. For Tom.
She jumped with alarm and guilt when the double knock was repeated on the office door. Slowly she walked over and unlocked it. The man who entered was older than she had expected, maybe sixty, with gray hair thinning around his long lean cadaverous face. His body was long and lean, too, almost to the point of emaciation. Staring intently at her revealed figure for the first time at such close range, the thin man smiled lewdly and sat down on a long leather couch which ran along one wall to the office.
"Hello, Cindy. I'm Charley, and I've been watching you almost every night for a long time," he said in a friendly warm manner. "I think you're the most beautiful and exciting girl I've ever seen. Come over here so I can find out how wonderful you really are. We both know why we're here, so don't pretend to be shy and innocent."
Slowly and with fear and disgust in her heart, Cindy approached the tall thin seated man. She felt so helpless and unprotected, with her exposed body and no one to aid her in her fight for her husband's life. Charley reached out and cupped her big high breasts, letting his fingers grip painfully into the sensitive masses as he felt their lush beauty. He tweaked her nipples and smiled as she tried to brush his hands away unsuccessfully.
Now his hands slid down her sides, savoring her taut slim smooth waist. Then his fingers clasped her rounded hips and clenched into her pert plump firm buttocks, so poorly concealed and protected by her snug shiny panties. Cindy winced and writhed under his mawlings but he held her fast so he could explore her beauty to the fullest.
"Now take off those panties, Cindy, so I can make sure that your pussy is as cute as the rest of you," the thin old man purred sensually, his hands working on the snug waistband.
Suddenly Cindy knew fear as to the outcome of this terrible encounter. Maybe Sam had not told this thin old politician that she wasn't going to do the Real Thing with him. Maybe he was going to force her to do it anyway, whether she wanted to or not. She should never have agreed to meet this Charley; she should never have gotten involved with topless dancing or the Skyway. Why couldn't she be safe at home with Tom?
Then she realized that she could not make time reverse itself back to the months before when she was happily married with no serious troubles. Life had been so simple and beautiful then; maybe too wonderful, so that she was having to pay for her former happiness in this way. Cindy knew that having gone this far, it was almost impossible to stop Charley now. She had to do something. It could be the lesser of two evils if she took the initiative and satisfied him in some way so he would not demand and get the Real Thing from her. If he ever got her panties off she might never be able to stop him in his cruel designs.
Quickly she dropped to her knees before him. His hands went out instinctively to her exquisite breasts, and Cindy began fumbling at the fly of his trousers where she could already feel his carnal excitement rising. She got the zipper opened and dragged his penis out from his entangling underwear. It was half hard and she used her hands to stroke and stimulate it into further excitement.
Charley was obviously thrilled by her figure and this evidence of her willingness to appease his sexual appetities. "That's right, Cindy. Use your hands on my cock. Make it big and hard for me. That sure feels wonderful ... keep it up like that. Now kiss it, Cindy. Use your lips and tongue on me to get me ready to screw you. If that pussy of yours is anywhere as terrific as the rest of you, you'll be the best bed partner I've ever know," he gasped as Cindy reluctantly began to lick and suck the big purple end of his aroused penis.
Her mouth was now pumping rhythmically up and down on his male emblem while his fingers played violently with her breasts as she knelt before his seated form on the edge of the couch. As an older man, Cindy suspected that Charley would not be able to reach his carnal climax as easily as the younger men she was accustomed to, such as her husband, Tom, or even Sam. She wanted to get this horrible episode over with as quickly as possible, so she attacked his rampant penis with every stimulating technique she knew, to hasten the final eruption. She even used one hand to cup and fondle the hairy bag of his scrotum, a maneuver that Tom had often found exciting in bringing him to orgasm. Anything was better than having this Charley last long enough to insist on doing the Real Thing to her.
Deeply involved with the intense thrills that she was providing, Charley now ordered, "Don't stop sucking my cock, Cindy. Just follow me while I move so I'm lying down on this couch. That's right. Easy does it. Keep sucking and tonguing me down there. You're so cute, and you sure know how to suck a man's tool. But I haven't seen you all bare, without your panties, yet."
Cindy redoubled her efforts to bring him to climax. If he got her panties off, it would be that much harder for her to keep him from putting his big stiff thing into her and ruin everything for the rest of her life. But Charley was determined to strip her as part of their party.
"Keep on sucking my cock, kid, but turn around so your hips are up here by my head. Then I can take off those panties of yours without interrupting the exciting job your doing on me. Come on, swing your ass up this way.
We'll have a real '69' position for a while so I can look at and play with your pussy before I screw you. I want to see and feel where I'll be putting my cock. Stop fighting me, Cindy. You know why you're here, so relax and enjoy it. Or, at least, you make damned sure that I enjoy it."
Under his insistent demands and forceful tugging on her body, Cindy soon found herself squatting with her pelvis right over Charley's face while her hands and mouth frantically worked on his rigid penis to make him ejaculate before he could carry our his intention of screwing her. She felt him grabbing and tugging vigorously at her panties in an effort to drag them down off her hips. She was thankful that the tiny gaudy costume garment was so strongly made that it did not easily tear.
Under his violent efforts she finally felt the material rip open and the remains of her panties were tugged down off her hips. Immediately Charley's hands were poking and probing at her vulva and she gasped with shame and alarm. Now his hands were also caressing her bare round buttocks and even separating those lush hemispheres to poke painfully into the puckered orifice of her anus. By the throbbing and heaving of her erect penis Cindy knew that he was coming close to the point of no return, and she worked wildly in her race against time. If she could make him ejaculate in the next few moments she would be saved from trying to fight him off when he wanted to do the Real Thing to her.
Another few seconds of wild jerking with her hands and frantic sucking and tongue flicking with her mouth, Cindy knew that she had won. The metered pulsations had begun in his penis and now he could not hold back. She did not dare disappoint him now, so she held his organ deep in her mouth as she felt his eruption begin. And at the same moment she felt Charley press his mouth firmly against her vulva and thrust his quivering tongue deep into her vagina. Then while he moaned in ecstasy, Charley spurted his ejaculation into her mouth and down her throat as Cindy writhed in mental and physical anguish, choking and gagging as she struggled for breath after his flooed of semen.
In her chaotic confusion of his climax, cindy wondered how angry he was going to be about being cheated out of his plan to do the Real Thing to her. Charley might be so disappointed and angry that he would not help Sam keep the Skyway in operation against the protests of the more conservative element of the community. And Sam might be so angry at Cindy that he would fire her or even beat her up. In spite of all the emotional horrors and physical abuse she was enduring, Cindy waited anxiously for Charley to show how he felt about what had happened.
She tried to roll off the panting supine man, and after one more lingering kiss into her gaping crotch, Charley let her crawl free and stand up, whimpering in her shamed nakedness as she awaited his verdict.
"God, you were wonderful Cindy. The best broad I've ever known. You got me turned on so hot I came off long before I expected to, and with no work for me. And for a man my age, that's really something. You're the most of the best in every way. Your shy innocent manner makes your wonderful young beauty even more exciting." He paused to stare worshipfully at her nude figure standing submissively beside him, and reached out to tenderly caress her smoothly curving hip and buttock as he went on.
"You're just as good in bed as you are excitingly beautiful to look at. Sam was right in claiming that you're the best he's ever seen or had. With a terrific girl like you working for him, Sam can be sure of my co-operation in every way I can. And I'll make sure that you get paid everything you're worth."
Charley rose slowly from the couch and reached into a pocket of his rumpled trousers. He took out a bill, glanced at it, and then handed it to Cindy with a smile. "This is for you with my thanks, Cindy. I'm sorry I tore your panties, but it was worthwhile doing. Now go get dressed, and tell Sam I want to see him. And til him I enjoyed my session with you very much. I'll let him know when I want the next one, Cindy."
Clasping her torn panties against her crotch as some protection for her nakedness, Cindy unlocked the office door and stpped out, to find Sam and Gerrie, both looking much the worse for wear, standing in the corridor.
CHAPTER FIVE
From the way that Cindy had been behaving, Gerrie knew that she had gone too far too fast in initiating the inexperienced young girl into all-girl love-making. The loss of her husband's love and companionship had been a terrible shock to Cindy, and then becoming involved in lesbian sex so soon afterwards had alarmed Cindy and scared her off, at least for the time being.
It was true that many converts to lesbianism were girls who had been hurt or disappointed in normal heterosexual love. Others become involved because their sexual appetities had been aroused and there was no satisfactory man available to satisfy them. Eventually this would be the case with Cindy, Gerrie was sure, but that first trial had come too son, before Cindy really needed a substitute for her missing husband. Having a girl sex-partner might make Cindy feel less guilty than cheating with some other man, but not quite yet. Also an experienced and expert lesbian knew and cared more about the techniques of pleasing a girl than some rough impatient man. So all Gerrie had to do now was wait a while and continue to show Cindy how concerned she was for the girl's welfare and safety.
At the Skyway and beyond their normal working hours Gerrie tried to make life easier for Cindy, protecting her from aggressive demanding men, ahd helping her with details of life at the nightclub. By restoring Cindy's faith in her and their friendship, Gerrie knew that sooner or later another chance would come to enjoy her as a sex partner.
By keeping her eyes and ears open Gerrie had gotten to know quite a lot about the special problems that Sam was having in operating the Skyway, including that fact that considerable political pressure was being brought to bear to have the topless dancing show abolished. Sam was not the sort of man to accept such a defeat, especially when it would mean the loss of considerable money to him. It seemed obvious to Gerrie that the best way to fight this conservative pressure was by creating an effective counter-pressure in local circles. This meant buying some important local politician, so Gerrie was interested in seeing who would be propositioned, and how the payoff would be accomplished. There were really only two methods of bribing a man, she knew. Money and women. Which would it be?
When Gerrie saw Sam being very cordial and agreeable with a tall thin older man on several evenings in a row, it became evident that this was the local power that Sam was going to exploit for his own benefit. A few casual inquiries revealed that the man's name was Charley and that he was a very important influence in local politics and even had considerable power at the state level. And when Charley's male interest in Cindy became evident by the vigor of his applause and the lewd attention he paid to her every appearance on the stage, Gerrie knew the nature of the bribe to be used to save Sam from the authorities.
Not only did Gerrie honestly want to save Cindy from being used as a sexual pawn in this political game, but if Cindy knew that she had been saved from rape and abuse through Gerrie's efforts, then Cindy would feel almost duty-bound to repay Gerrie for her help in ways that both girls would find most enjoyable. This might be just the chance that Gerrie had been hoping for, to snare Cindy permanently into a lesbian way of life and love.
Gerrie say Sam waylay Cindy and take her into his private office, obviously for a talk and bargaining session. When Sam emerged a little later alone, and went down to the bar, Gerrie also observed it. Then Sam was leading Charley back to the office, with both men smiling lasciviously at what they knew was planned, Gerrie was sure she was on the right track. Cidy's lovely young body was the price that Charley was to be paid for protecting the Skyway.
Gerrie was on stage, doing her own stint of go-go dancing while she watched the last phase of this plot develop, so it was some time later before she could try to do anything about rescuing Cindy from her fate. But luck was still against her, for as she started backstage after finishing her session in the cage, Gerrie encountered an insistent drunk in the corridor leading from the men's room.
He must have been about thirty, and nearly six feet tall, with a husky athletic build. He was expensively dressed and not bad looking, in a dark, Latin way, but Gerrie would not really have been interested in him under any circumstances. There had been times in her life when she would have given in to him for reasons of money, but now she was in a hurry to rescue Cindy and tried to give the man a quick brush-off.
"Hi there, honey. I was hoping to meet you close up after watching you swing it around in the cage," he greeted her, grabbing her arms as she tried to pass. "How about you and me getting together so I can have a chance to play with all the goodies you've been showing off?"
"Not now, buddy. I'm in a hurry," said Gerrie calmly. "Maybe later I'll have time for you."
"I want you now. Later you'll probably disappear and leave me all hung up with no place to go and nowhere to put it," he insisted, trying to feel and fondle her bare breasts. "I'll square it with Sam for you to take an hour or so off now so we can have us a party. Just watching you show off what you've got has given me a bad case of the hots. Come on, honey. I'll make it worth your while, I'm no cheapskate. Sam will tell you."
"I told you I can't now. I'm in a hurry," replied Gerrie flatly, anxious to escape him without any fuss. "I have to go to the John."
"Good. I'll come along and hold your hand," offered the man, grinning. "Then we can take off and have our party."
"Not now. Maybe later," said Gerrie, trying to escape his groping hands and move along the corridor toward Sam's office where Cindy and Charley probably were. "I've got something important to do now. I'll make a date to meet you after the last set tonight. Sam won't be mad, that way."
"Not a chance. I know that deal. I want you now so that's the way it's going to be," said the man, beginning to get angry. "Stop stalling me or I'll have to get tough and take what I want, whether you like it or not."
"I don't think that would be a very good idea," said Gerrie quietly, edging along to where the cross corridor was wider, offering more room for maneuvering. "If you try anything rough with me, you may be in for a shock."
"I'm awful scared, honey," mocked the young husky man as he followed her. "If I make a grab for one of those big titties of yours, what are you going to do? Try to slap my face? Or even spit at me? Come on, and be smart. Give me the kicks I want, and there won't be any trouble for anybody. I'll pay you plenty if you're nice to me."
In the deserted wider corridor near Sam's office the man grabbed her roughly and his hands began to search her body crudely as he tried to kiss her. With an ease that startled the man, Gerrie broke free and faced him, saying, "So you really want kicks?"
"That's right, honey. The kind of kicks only you can give me," he said smirking as he again reached for her.
Gerrie turned half away from him in a quick lithe movement, and bent her body forward till her torso in all its nearly naked beauty was almost parallel with the floor. Then she kick straight backward with one foot, her heel landing with the power of a pile-drive, right in the man's stomach. He was stopped in mid-stride, his mouth open as he gasped for breath, and Gerrie stepped smoothly away from him and out of reach. As she again faced him she asked quietly, "Have you had enough for now, buddy. When I-say 'NO', I really mean 'NO, and don't forget it. That's the only kid of kicks you'll get from me."
The expression of startled pain on the young man's face was quickly replaced by one of murderous anger. He charged at her, swung a powerful right hand at her face as he grunted, "No dame gets away with getting tough with me. You're gonna be sorry you did that, you bitch."
Gerrie easily stepped back allowing the blow to pass harmlessly in front of her face. The power he had exerted threw the man off balance when his blow missed, and Gerrie allowed him to spin as she slipped her right arm under his passing arm and then across his chest. She pulled up and to her left while thrusting her hip against the man's back just above his hip, and the man was flying through the air, thrown by the force of his own efforts, to land on the floor on his back six feet away.
Again he was gasping for his lost breath as he scrambled quickly to his feet in deadly rage. Twice he had been hurt and humiliated by this girl whom he had been determined to use for his sexual pleasure. He was six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier, and he was a MAN, but she was making a complete fool of him. No one else had seen his defeat, but he needed revenge and was going to get it.
He advanced toward her with mayhem in his eyes. If he could just get his hands on her, he'd half kill her before making her perform every known sexual act for him. He'd show her she couldn't get away with thwarting him this way. His movements were slightly hampered by the coat and trousers he was wearing, while Gerrie was really stripped for action, but he didn't even consider this. Once he got his hands on her tender sensitive body, he'd have her screaming for mercy within seconds.
As he advanced he had just stepped forward with his right foot, his weight still on his left foot. Before his right foot touched the floor in that last step, Gerrie had kicked out sideways from her left with her left foot, kicking his right foot out from under him and across in front of his left foot. With nothing to stand on the man toppled heavily to the floor while Gerrie stood smiling over him.
The shock of this third tumble shook him up and he stared unbelieving up at her as she asked quietly, "Have you had enough for tonight? Or do you want to try some more?"
"You bitch. I'm going to teach you," he grated in his terrible shame and anger. "You're going to be the sorriest broad in this state before I'm through with you. No one gets away with mauling Tony Jordan like that."
"I seem to be doing pretty well, for openers," said Gerrie calmly, in contrast to his panting rumpled appearance. "I'm willing to call this all off, if you are."
"Not a chance, cookie. I'm going to give you a working over you'll never foget," he threatened. "Just wait till I get my hands on you. Then it will be a different story all around."
He got slowly to his feet and. started toward her, trying to pen her into a corner where her movement would be limited and his superior strength would prevail. He feinted to his right, and as she dodged the other way he caught her, and wrapped his powerful arms around her, his fingers digging cruelly into the sensitive hemispheres of her bare breasts, as she turned so her back was toward him. Instantly she jerked her head backward, bashing her head hard against his nose so that he saw stars and felt bone crack. Automatically his eyes filled with tears and felt blood begin to drip down his face, his blood, he knew.
He quickly thrust her away from him to avoid being butted in the face again, and his fingers locked with deadly strangling strength around her slim throat. He was so intent on hurting and punishing her that he had no chance to note the smile of satisfaction that lit up Gerrie's face. Being strangled could be dangerous, but she knew that any person's hands were stronger than any enemy's fingers. He had insisted on fighting, and now it was all over.
With a swift dexterity that made her movements seem calm and deliberate, Gerrie grabbed his two little fingers in her hands and bent them backwards until she heard the bones snap. Before Tony could release her, and while he howled in agony, she got hold of two more of his fingers from around her neck, and broke them backwards too.
He staggered back away from this fiend in female form and stared with morbid fascination at the four fingers on his hands which were jutting out grotesquely in painfully distorted positions. Without his hands he was defeated, and he knew it, but he had to have one more try at conquering this unbelievably seductive and dangerous witch. With all his remaining strength, Tony kicked out at her, aiming the pointed toe of his shoe at her crotch. He had been totally ineffective against her so far, but if this kick landed he would feel as if he had gained at least a draw in his striving for sexual supremacy. He couldn't win, considering the state of his hands, but that kick against the delicate sensitive tissues between her legs would make them even for now.
With a quick thrust backwards of her hips, Gerrie allowed his kick to come driving up in front of her. She grabbed his ankle and pushed upwards still further, carrying his kick onward and upward to an impossible extreme that lifted him completely off the floor by the power of his own actions, only slightly aided by her shove. As Tony came crashing down, the first thing that hit the floor was the back of his head. He didn't even quiver as he lay unconscious and limply helpless at her feet.
It was just at this moment that Sam, the club manager, arrived to see how things were working out in his office between Cindy and the politician, Charley. The sight of a man lying as if dead in the corridor, with Gerrie standing calmly over him, brought Sam to a quick alarmed stop.
"What .happened? Who is he? Did you kill him?" asked Sam quickly.
"His name is Tony something, and he kept trying to get at me for sex after I warned him and tried to brush him off nicely. And I'm sure he isn't dead."
"He shouldn't have tried to get at you when you told him off," said Sam, as if to himself. "I found out that doesn't pay, the first time I tried too hard. What did you do to him?"
"He fell on his head, he's pretty well shaken up after a few other falls, and he has some broken fingers," said Gerrie quietly as the man on the floor began to moan and stir at their feet.
"I guess he's lucky, if he really got rough with you," mused Sam, remembering his own defeat. "But I don't think he'll consider himself lucky, under the circumstances. What shall I do with him?"
"When he snaps out of it in a few minutes, why not send him home in a taxi? That way he can explain what happened to him in any way he wants. Tell him he'd better see a doctor about getting those fingers set right. And to find out how bad a concussion he had from landing on his head," suggested Gerrie. "I had to be pretty rough on him."
"I see what you mean," said Sam sadly as the man on the floor began struggling to stand up, muttering incoherent threats. Just as that moment the office door opened, and Cindy stepped out, completely naked except for the tatters of her costume panties which she clutched protectively against her crotch.
"Are you all right, Cindy?" asked Gerrie quickly stepping over to put her arm around the younger girl.
"Yes, I guess so," replied Cindy, confused by the scene before her. "Who's that man? What happened to him?"
Sam looked up from where he was helping Tony and said wryly, "He tried to get sexy with your pal, Gerrie. It doesn't work out, and he found it out the hard way. It never pays to tangle with Gerrie. Lots of people around here have found that out."
Cindy stared in confusion at Gerrie and then at the big husky young man who was being assisted groggily to his feet. He shook his head as if to clear away some inner fog, and staggered when he tried to stand alone, staring down with horror at his deformed hands with their unnaturally bent fingers. He glared menacingly at Gerrie as memory returned, but made no threatening move toward her.
"Take it easy, Tony," advised Sam in the friendly cajoling voice he used on obstreperous drunks. "You've had a little accident, but you'll be all right. I'll send you home in a cab, and then you can see your doctor about getting fixed up. The sooner you leave and get taken care of, the better you'll feel tomorrow, pal. Come on, Tony. I'll get you started home, before there's any more trouble for anyone. Just take it easy and you'll be OK."
Tony kept staring at Gerrie, as if trying to believe his memory of what had happened, but he allowed himself to be led away docilely. The two girls stared questioningly at each other for a moment when they were alone in the deserted corridor, and then they each asked simultaneously, "Are you all right? What happened?"
This mutual chorus of questions broke the tension which had been gripping them all. Both girls giggled, and then Gerrie tenderly led her young friend off toward their dressing room. With that semblance of privacy Gerrie said, "Get your street clothes on, Cindy. We're through for the night ... Sam will understand, I know. And you're coming home to spend the night at my place, so I can find out what happened to you in there with the big shot politician. I may have to teach him and Sam a lesson, if they were too hard on you tonight. Come on and get dressed, Cindy. I'll take care of you and keep you safe from those horrible men."
CHAPTER SIX
When the two girls got home to Gerrie's apartment a long relaxing hot bath helped restore Cindy's peace of mind after her session with Charley. It had been awful, just as bad if not worse than the time she had been forced to perform similar services for Sam in order to be hired, but at least she had not allowed any man to do the Real Thing to her. Only her husband, Tom, could do that.; She would keep that part of her body safe for him alone.
After the comforting bath and a stiff drink of whiskey that Gerrie made her drink, Cindy felt up to telling her sympathetic friend about what had happened in Sam's office. In a way it almost frightened Cindy how calmly she could now accept these incidents of enforced oral sex, things that before her marriage she would not even have considered, and which during her marriage had been performed willingly only because of her intense love for Tom. She could not imagine how any girl could bring herself to satisfy orally just any man who wanted it and would pay a few dollars for the service. She hated even thinking about doing it for anyone but her husband.
As the details of her' session with Charlet were slowly drawn out by Gerrie's deft questioning, the older girl quickly caught up Charley's final action just as Cindy had orally stimulated him into eruption. With calm interest Gerrie asked, "How did it feel when he kissed your pussy just as he was coming?"
"Awful, disgusting. I hated everything about him and his sex desires," replied Cindy heatedly.
"I know he was awful, of course. I'm just asking how you feel about having your pussy kissed. Didn't your husband ever do that for
"Yes, sometimes. But always just as part of the build up before doing the Real Thing. That's what marriage is for ... the best part of love," said Cindy, blushing in embarrassment at discussing such intimate personal things about her marriage, even with this girl who was now her best and only friend, and who was trying to help her.
Soon Gerrie had her young friend stretched out on the bed, resting after the rigors of the evening, and then she continued her questioning. "About having your pussy kissed and licked, I'm not talking about who does it or when or why they do it, doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes, I guess so," admitted Cindy shyly. "But who does it is the important thing in sex. I'd rather just be kissed on the mouth by Tom, than play any sort of wild sex games with any other man. I love him, so anything we do for each other is all right."
"I agree completely," said Gerrie with tender understanding. "Love makes everything all right. Love makes sex beautiful, not dirty. Most men don't know that, so sex with them is always awful."
Gerrie was by now gently caressing her young friend, comforting her, but being careful not to touch any sexually significent areas, for fear of alarming Cindy and again losing her by scaring her off. Slow and gentle would succeed, but quick and rough would lose. That was the main advantage that lesbian girls had over men when it came to seducing naive young fillies. The man was always in a rush to shoot his load before the girl changed her mind about letting him, but experienced girllovers knew to take things slow and easy.
"It feels wonderful to have a soft gentle loving tongue going up and down your pussy," murmured Gerrie. "I know, and I really love it. And if you really love someone, it's as much fun to give as to receive that way. Just like Tom loved doing it to you, I'll bet."
"I guess he did," said .Cindy thoughtfully. "But by the time we got to doing that sort of thing, he was usually so excited that he didn't do it long. He wanted to hurry on and do the Real thing."
"You mean he never kissed and licked and sucked your pussy long enough for you to reach a climax?" asked Gerrie in pretended sorrow and surprise. "But I guess that's too much to expect from a man. They're always in a hurry and don't want to waste time to give a girl the best thrills."
Cindy was curled up softly in Gerrie's gentle embrace, and her body began to stir restlessly as she envisioned the delicious sensations that they were discussing. Gerrie was her friend, so it was all right to talk about these secret private feelings and actions. Gerrie understood so much about how girls felt about such things. It was good to have a sympathetic and understanding friend like Gerrie, even though she had made that drink awfully strong and Cindy was feeling sort of warmly dreamy and in need of close tender acceptance.
"Does it really feel so super special wonderful to come while your pussy is being kissed?" asked Cindy, immediately looking surprised at what she had said. With Gerrie she certainly could relax and say and think anything that came to her mind. Gerrie understood her and wouldn't be hurt by anything they said to each other. In fact the gentle caresses which Gerrie was so tenderly lavishing on her now, made thinking beautiful sexy thoughts so much easier. Gerrie would explain all about love and sex to her, Cindy knew dreamily. Gerrie knew everything, and could do anything. Gerrie loved her, almost as much, and almost as well as Tom had. But torn was gone, and Gerrie was here. Very much here, and very wonderfully loving.
"A girl can receive love from all over her whole body," said Gerrie seriously as she continued to pet and caress her young partner. "But a man is always thinking only of one thing, his penis. That way girls and women are so much better at love and sex than men are."
"Do you really think so?" asked Cindy, her thoughts and sensual feelings harking back to the wonderful thrills she had experienced as Tom's loved and loving wife. "I don't think any girl could have anything more wonderful and more sensually rewarding than what Tom and I had together."
Gerrie's hand was now gently cupping and kneading Cindy's warm full breast, a caress which Cindy seemed to be enjoying again as much as Gerrie enjoyed doing it. In a casual but very friendly manner, Gerrie answered, "But you just told me that by the time the two of you got around to doing some of the best things in life, Tom was always in too much of a hurry to screw you, to do it well for your best enjoyment like kissing you between your legs. Right?"
"Yes, I'll admit that's true," said Cindy slowly. "And sometimes he stopped kissing and playing with my titties, like you're doing now, before I wanted him to stop."
"Always in a hurry. That's men every time."
"And sometimes he went off inside me sooner than I wanted him to," confessed Cindy ruefully. "But most times I could come as soon as I felt him shooting in me."
"Wouldn't it have been even better if he'd waited until you'd started to come, before he began shooting?" asked Gerrie bluntly. "That's what he would have thought of if he'd been as sensitive and loving as a girl."
All this time the warm sympathetic loving closeness had been working on Cindy, as Gerrie had known it would. A girl's passions are slow to ignite, but once they catch fire they can become a wild flaming holocaust of raging sensuality. The tender protectiveness, the earlier fright and emotional upheaval, the strong drink, and the expertise of carnal arousal in the deprived female, all combined to make Gerrie a perfect seducer of Cindy.
"We've been lying her together for almost an hour," Gerrie whispered to her friend. "If you'd been with a man, even your husband who claims he loves you, he'd have poked and fussed at you for a minute or so, have jammed his big hard cock into your unprepared pussy for a few minutes till he went off, and by now he'd have been asleep and snoring for at least half an hour. Isn't that right, Cindy?"
"All right. I guess you're right. But Tom never could hold back very well. He loved me too much."
"That's what he said. Really he just didn't give a damn about you, just as long as he got to shoot his load." Now Gerrie's voice changed from cynically critical to lovingly sympathetic as she continued, "I'm happy just to be here with you. If I can help you and make you feel better after what that man did to you this evening, that's all I want. I don't want anything from you that you don't really want to give me. by the way, remember how much you liked it when I played with your titties that other time we were together here? Wasn't that fun, with no demands on my part?"
"Yes, that felt wonderful," sighed Cindy, knowing that she was giving Gerrie permission to do those lovely things for her again. "It felt sort of different with you than when Tom used to do it. Maybe even better, because you never seemed to be in a hurry."
Now Gerrie enfolded the younger girl's whole body in an all-enveloping embrace of total acceptance and affection so that their flesh was close-pressed and thrillingly stimulated. After a long moment Gerrie's mouth was busy on Cindy's big sensitive breasts while her hands continued to excite the rest of her body which had been prepared and sensitized by the events and words that had gone before. It was a case of sensual hypnosis brought on by the slow and expert techniques of which Gerrie was so justifiably proud. If properly done, it always worked.
As Cindy began rhythmically squirming and heaving her pelvis in response to the stimulation which had excited her so exquisitely, Gerrie again began whispering her offers and suggestions for further pleasures. "I'd like to do for you something that your husband never did. Something really beautiful and wonderful, dear."
"Yes. Oh, yes. After all those awful things, I want something sweet and loving and beautiful," murmured the dazed Cindy.
"It's something I want to do because I know you'll enjoy it as much or more than you've ever enjoyed anything," continued Gerrie's seductive whisper. With one hand still ardently caressing Cindy's big breasts, Gerrie swung herself around so that the two girls' bodies were lying reversed on the bed. With her other hand, Gerrie was lightly fondling and fingering the lush curves of Cindy's hips, thighs, and buttocks, while her tongue flicked tantalizingly into Cindy's navel and around her tautly rounded belly.
"I knew you'd like this, darling. Don't bother to talk, just show me by your actions when you want me to go on further in kissing and licking you. Whatever you want, I love and enjoy doing it for you, Cindy."
Instinctively Cindy spread her thighs open to allow Gerrie's gently caressing fingers even more intimate access to her sensitized flesh. Already Gerrie knew she had won this quest for the ultimate intimate lesbian privilege, so she was in no hurry to pick up the prize. With lips and tongue and fingers, she continued to excite Cindy until the younger girl's passionate pelvic thrusts demanded further satisfaction. Soon Gerrie's head was comfortably pillowed on one of Cindy's firm smooth tapering thighs, while the other thigh rested willingly on the side of Gerrie's chest. And still Gerrie teased and tantalized her playmate by just gently kissing the tender insides of her thighs while her hands titillated the smooth firm curves of Cindy's hips and buttocks. Except for the metered heaving of her hips, Cindy lay passively receptive during this intentionally prolonged sensual build-up or overpowering excitement.
She did not have to please or satisfy anyone; she only had to lie there on the bed and receive all the thrills of carnal love and satisfaction. Gerrie really loved her, and was deftly and ardently proving it in every possible way.
Because these intense feelings of excitement and love required a partner for fullest enjoyment, Cindy without being aware of doing it, reached over and began to fondle and caress her partner's nearby hips. This gesture was not overtly sexual in nature, merely a normal desire for warmth and closeness at a time highly charged with emotion and feeling. And automatically Cindy began heaving with her pelvis, unconsciously begging for more erotic stimulation in that already excited area.
Gerrie moved her body over closer and parallel to Cindy's outstretched form, but she knew there was no need to hurry. The longer she could drag out this preliminary stage of their love-making, the more they both would enjoy the following activities. The hotter the fuel, the bigger the explosion. Cindy was warmly aroused and well started along the delicious trail toward the rewards of carnal release, so Gerrie would tantalize her some more and see if Cindy would finally take the initiative and actively participate in lesbian love.
Although Gerrie's head was resting on one of Cindy's thighs, and Gerrie's hands were caressing Cindy's body from her knees to her breasts, Cindy could feel Gerrie's breath delicately stimulating her hot moist swollen pussy. She wanted more but didn't know how to ask for it without openly admitting her eagerness for all-girl love. Cindy's hands continued to caress the parts of her friend's body that were easily within reach, and she allowed her fingertips to creep slowly toward the target of Gerrie's vulva, hoping that Gerrie would take the hint.
It was only when the younger girl's fingers were actually stroking her pussy lips with tentative frightened gentleness that Gerrie decided to go ahead. She slid her head a little further up along Cindy's smooth quivering thigh and stuck out her tongue so it just touched the pouting wet labia of Cindy's pussy. The younger girl tensed in thrilled expectation and then renewed the rhythmic thrusts of her crotch toward Gerrie's head.
Now Gerrie's arms encircled Cindy's waist and her hands clasped and squeezed Cindy's plump round buttocks. This way she could hold Cindy's pelvis and keep her pussy within easy licking distance, while at the same time manually stimulating all nearby areas, including her cute pink puckered bottom-hole. Up and down along the thrilled groove of Cindy's vulva went Gerrie's inspired loving tongue. She was still being careful not to go too fast, for she wanted to prolong as much as possible the joys she was providing for her naive young friend.
Gerrie felt Cindy's arms clasp her own hips, so that both torsos were pressed tightly together, giving added thrills by warm smooth heaving contacts with curved tummys and proudly jutting breasts. Hips and heads were heaving in a thrilling counterpoint that added to the exquisitely lovely stimulation of mutual passion. Now was the moment for Gerrie to administer her final stroke of genius in lesbian love technique.
She pressed her open mouth tightly against the gaping wet gash of Cindy's crotch, sucking the swollen hot lips into her mouth. Then with her stiff flicking tongue Gerrie diddled the superbly sensitive button of Cindy's clitoris for a few seconds before releasing the suction on the wonderfully inflamed tissues. Immediately Cindy was thrusting her hips forward, silently asking for more of that wholly delightful sensation.
Gerrie knew what her young partner wanted but she held off for a few moments to see what Cindy was willing to do in return. Surely Cindy must realize that in love like this, giving could be as wonderful as receiving. If Cindy wanted her pussy licked and sucked some more, she must be willing to do the same service for the girl who was her lover. Gerrie breathed warmly against the vulva that was so close before her face, teasing Cindy with this minor stimulation while awaiting Cindy's decision.
Suddenly Cindy clasped Gerrie's pelvis tight against her face as she thrust her pussy firmly against Gerrie's mouth. Simultaneously both girls were sucking and tonguing each other's crotches in a throbbing heaving moaning hurricane of mounting passion. Gerrie's technique was better from past experience, but Cindy's eagerness was beyond any doubt. She was learning by doing, and she was doing very well, Gerrie found.
Gerrie tried to slow down the vigor of their actions so as to prolong their bliss as much as possible. But Cindy was experiencing such divine sensations that she had to go on, further and further, at any cost. This wild passion had lasted longer and been more intensely beautiful than anything she had ever known before. With her husband, Tom would long since have stopped the preliminaries and would have thrust his huge penis into her, hurrying her along to a quick climax. But Gerrie was concerned with making the beautiful feelings last and last, extending the delicious sensations as much as possible.
At long last Gerrie could not hold Cindy back any longer. Both mouths were working ardently with lips and tongue on the partner's pussy, and Cindy was discovering what to do by feeling what was being done to her. When they could hold out against the sweet demands of their flesh no longer, both girls soared into a blazing orbit of supreme sensual ecstasy where they were conscious only of each other.
Although it had not been new or unexpected, the session had been just as good for Gerrie as for Cindy. And the more experienced girl smiled to herself, secure in the knowledge that she had gained a real convert to lesbian love by the way she had led Cindy up to this exquisite delirium of pleasure. No man could do even half so much for her, so Cindy would belong to her for as long as she wanted her. This was what all-girl love should be all about, wonderful pleasure for both girls because they could take their time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the days and weeks that followed, Cindy found that she was so busy that she didn't have much time to devote to worrying. During the days she had to sleep and have strategy interviews with the lawyers and visit with Tom whenever she was allowed. At night she worked regularly at the Skyway to earn the money necessary to try to save Tom from conviction of the crime of which they knew he was innocent. Tom was not too discouraged at his prospects, for he really believed that right and justice would win out. Cindy, however, was learning enough of the wickedness of the world to have terrible doubts about his being released.
During their short supervised visits at the jail, Tom told her how much he loved her and how much he missed their ardent love-making, but he assured her that they would soon be making up for their present loss, and that the future would be all wonderful for them. Cindy told him that she was working at a night club, but she managed to conceal from him the exact nature of her duties, for she knew that this would upset him terribly and make his life even harder than necessary. She mentioned that another girl at the club, named Gerrie, was being very helpful and protective about her, but Cindy gave Tom no hint as to the nature or extent of her friendship with Gerrie. Such knowledge would disturb him even more.
As a matter-of-fact Cindy felt great guilt herself over what she had become involved in. Her only excuse to herself was that it had been inevitable, considering her despair and loneliness in the weeks following her loss of Tom. She had definitely refused Gerrie's invitation that she move into Gerrie's apartment so that they could become permanent lovers. Aside from their friendship and casual meetings at the Skyway, Cindy only saw Gerrie about once a week, and often she would not allow the aggressive lesbian to coax her into all-girl sex. The times when she did succumb to Gerrie's tempting offers of sexual pleasures, she found that it was indeed beautiful and allowed her to escape at least temporarily from the maelstrom of personal tragedy which otherwise seemed to surround her.
After a deliriously rewarding sex session with Gerrie one night, the older girl suggested that the two of them plan to go to a special party that Gerrie had been invited to the following Saturday. Gerrie laughingly refused to tell anything more about the party, except to say that there would be several other couples there, that the other couples would be men and women, and that she, Gerrie, would protect Cindy and see that she had a good time. It had been so long since Cindy went to a party and had a good time that she reluctantly allowed herself to be talked into going. Anything ... well, almost anything ... would be better than just sitting around alone worrying.
After they quit work that Saturday night at the Skyway, Gerrie and Cindy went to Gerrie's place for a quick shower after their hard work of dancing, and to change into more glamorous clothes for the party. In keeping with her more masculine feelings and attitudes Gerrie wore pants, rather than a dress, but the result was equally revealing of her delightful female body. She wore a hot-pants set that had a short sleeved top which was unbuttoned all the way down to her navel, freely exposing most of her full taut breasts. The hot-pants were the briefest that Cindy had even seen, and the tightest. The plump pert outlines of Gerrie's buttocks were clearly revealed, including the deep cleft between. In front the exciting mound of her mons veneris was firmly delineated, including the shallow cleft between the compressed lips of her pussy. Her mind might be masculine and also her feelings, but ther could be no doubt that her body was exquisitely feminine.
Cindy elected to wear a minidress that snugly encased her upper body, including her unsupported high firm breasts, in a skin-tight sheath that revealed much more than it concealed. The skirt was short and flaring, so that almost any movement, including bending over or sitting down, instantly revealed the tiny tight nylon panties which were her only other article of clothing. Both girls wore sandals, with lacings that crisscrossed up over their slim ankles and rounded calves to tie just below their knees.
Gerrie had assured Cindy that this would be a swinging, way-out party and that their exotic costumes would be exactly right for the occasion. The younger girl was satisfied, only hoping that the party would provide a temporary escape from all her troubles. There was nothing she could do now to help Tom, so she would try to have a little fun to ease the stress of perpetual worrying. In Gerrie's car they drove several miles, ending up at a big house on broad grounds in one of the best residential sections of the city. It was an area that Cindy was not at all familiar with, and she hoped that everything would be all right, since she did not have her husband as an escort.
Even though it was well after midnight when they arrived, the party in the huge mansion seemed to be just getting under way. The hostess who greeted them, Jane Hawkins, explained that the other guests had been there for dinner and they had all played bridge for an hour or so, but that the real party could not start until Gerrie got there, to lead and direct the bizarre activities which were planned. In addition to the host, Jim Hawkins, and the hostess, there were three other couples who were introduced only by their first names. They all seemed eager and excited about the action which was to come under Gerrie's direction.
When she had a moment of privacy with Gerrie, Cindy asked who this group was, and what kind of a party this was going to be. With a smile of anticipation on her face, Gerrie explained that this was a very rich and influential group of people who had banded together to form a sort of group sex, and wife swapping club. One way or another Gerrie knew them all, and she was always invited to their meetings as a sort of game director, umpire, settler of arguments, and inspirer of wild ideas. If anyone, man or woman, became obstreporous or unruly, everyone knew that Gerrie, with her expert knowledge of Judo and Karate, could handle any situation without seriously injuring anyone or creating a public scandal. The whole point of these sessions was to allow everyone to indulge in extra-marital sex of the wildest sort without danger of any complications. All members were agreeable and knew what the score was before they ever got invited. The general idea was that everyone would play games of one sort of another, with the winners getting to pick a partner and the type of sexual activity to be indulged in.
At first Cindy was alarmed and shocked at being included in such a gathering. If she was living with Tom like a normal loving husband and wife, she was sure that they would never want to get involved in wife-swapping or any such sex games like this. Their own love life, in the privacy of their own bed at home, would be all that they could possibly want, she was sure. But she was here with Gerrie, so she would be safe from any trouble with any of the men. That made Cindy feel better. Maybe some time, when all their terrible troubles were past, she would be able to tell Tom about this bizarre party she had attended without him. About her own actions here, she knew there would be nothing important to tell.
Since they all had been waiting for Gerrie to arrive and take over, the wild part of the party was ready to start. Gerrie introduced Cindy as a friend who had come along to watch and learn, but probably not to enter into any of the coming games. The men all looked disappointed that they wouldn't have any chance to enjoy her obvious young feminine charms, and the women all looked relieved that they would not have to compete with her for the sexual attentions of the men.
"All right, folks. Let's get right down to the fun and games," announced Gerrie brightly. "The first contest is to be between all the men and all the girls ... a team efforts of sorts. The idea is to find out how well each man or girl knows not only his own wife or husband, but knows all the other members of this select group of the opposite sex. We'll start off testing the girls."
Under Gerrie's strict supervision, all four of the partying girls were securely blindfolded and then had their hands lightly bound behind their backs so as to prevent them loosening their blindfolds for peeking. Next Gerrie had the four men line up facing the room and drop their trousers and undershorts down around their ankles, leaving their male organs sticking out fully exposed.
"Now, one at a time, each of the girls will kneel down in front of the first man in line, and using only her mouth, try to identify him by his cock. Then she will move along and try to name the next man, and the same for the next two men. We don't expect all of you to know all the men by this highly specialized form of recognition, but the girl who has the best record wins a prize," said Gerrie briskly. There were gasps and giggles from the four blindfolded girls, and cheers from the men, and then Gerrie said, "OK Jane. You're the hostess, so you get first go at recognizing the men by their weapons."
As Cindy watched in alarm at this wild start to the bizarre party, Gerrie led Jane Hawkins to the end of the line and made her kneel before the first man, a husky red-haired man about thirty whose name, Cindy remembered, was Peter. He looked both shy and excited at being involved in this exotic contest, and as soon as Jane's mouth encircled his limp penis with its base buried in a mass of curly coppery hair, his organ began to swell and harden. Jane moved her head around, touching his penis and the surrounding area with her tongue, trying to identify the man.
"It's Gordon," she announced triumphantly after a few seconds, moving on with Gerrie's help to the next man.
The audience gave no indication that she had guessed wrong, and now her tongue was intimately searching for some identifying symbol on the genitals of this man who happened to be her husband, Jim. His penis had already risen to nearly full erection under the erotic stimulation of the situation, and his wife's oral caresses only increased his excitement.
"I know this one, too. It's my husband, Jim," said Jane. "I'd recognize that tool anywhere. I've gotten to know it well enough in the last five years. It's a really intimate friend of mine, so to speak."
As she sidled on her knees to the next man, it was evident that all the participants in this wife-swapping group were becoming excited at what was happening. The girls were smiling nervously even though they could not actually see the event, and the men's excitement was clear from the state of their sex organs.
Kneeling before the third man, and taking his rigid rod into her mouth, Jane seemed puzzled for a moment. The man's name was Harry, Cindy remembered, and he was the tallest and thinnest of the men, with a cruel and cynical smile of conscious superiority on his face most of the time. His wife was a tiny brunette with a well endowed figure, and everybody called her Babe.
Because he was so tall, Harry was trying to confuse Jane by standing with his knees bent, bringing his penis down to the level of the shorter men, and this was what was puzzling Jane, it seemed. She murmured, "This must be Peter, but it doesn't feel quite right. I guess it's Peter, because Harry is taller."
Being led to the fourth and final man, she lightly licked his jutting member, hardly trying to identify it, as she said, "This last one must be Harry. How did I do in picking out the right name to go with the cocks? Am I an authority on these men, or am I?"
Actually the one she had identified as Harry was named Gordon, and he had been standing on his toes to help confuse her. The way that Cindy was able to remember him was that he was the only one of the men who was getting bald at such an early age. Cindy noted that their hostess had correctly identified only her husband by the shape and size and taste of his penis, not too surprising under the circumstances. And now it was time for the second girl to demonstrate her talents in this erotic game.
Gerrie had the men change positions in their line so that Jane's decisions could not influence the choices of Ann, the tall, well-rounded brunette who was the next female contestant and, incidentally, Peter's wife.
All the male organs were now sticking out in varying degrees of erectile excitement, and Ann devoted considerable time to savoring and studying each man's penis with her tongue and lips before making her decisions. She did better than Jane, getting two right out of four, including her husband, of course. The relatively long time she spent orally investigating each organ provided intense excitement to all the men, and it was obvious that they were enjoying this contest, no matter what the outcome.
The third blindfolded girl to participate was Alice, a slightly plump blonde who was Gordon's wife. She also succeeded in correctly naming the owners of only two of the four cocks she thoughtfully sucked, putting her score ahead of Jane's and a tie with Ann. Now it was Babe's turn, the fourth and last girl in the game.
On each man as she knelt before him and took his rigid member into her mouth, Babe's puzzled frown of concentration was quickly replaced by definite recognition. In rapid succession she went down the line, correctly identifying each penis almost as soon as she had engulfed it. At this demonstration of sexual knowledge and versatility all the men broke into cheers of approval, and the blindfolds were removed from all the girls and their hands freed.
When the group now looked to Gerrie for further instructions she said, "All right, we've seen how smart and observant the girls are, and Babe is obviously the best. Now we're going to blindfold the men, and tie their hands, so we can see how good they are at identifying the girls."
The bondage of the men was soon accomplished while Gerrie explained the slightly different rules for this round. The girls were to strip naked and stand in line just as the men had before. Using only their lips and tongues, the men one at a time, were to try to identify each of the four girls, by kissing and licking for not more than a few seconds, their breasts cm and pussies. As host for this particular session, Jim Hawkins was selected to go first as soon as the nude girls had been shuffled around and lined up. The evidence of their stiffly projecting cocks showed how thrilling the men were finding this game.
Jim was led up in front of Ann, the tall brunette who was Peter's wife. He leaned forward and soon his lips had fastened on one of her nipples which he sucked vigorously in an attempt to identify its owner. Then Ann turned around, facing away from him and leaned far forward, so that her bottom and vulva were thrust out toward his face. With some help from Gerrie, Jim's mouth soon made contact with her exposed gaping pussy and he licked it gently, savoring its size, shape, and taste in an effort to name its owner. When informed that his time was up, Jim was still undecided, but guessed that the girl was Alice because she had seemed quite chubby in that bent-over pose.
When he was guided in front of the next girl, Babe, the tiny brunette wife of tall, thin Harry, she had him kneel down, and then stood up on her toes, increasing their relative heights deceptively. She would only let him kiss her nipples, drawing back when he attempted to test the size of her breasts with his mouth. Then Babe signalled to have a padded foot-stool brought over and she sat on that, leaning far back and spreading her raised knees to expose her pussy to his oral inspection. Jim worked his tongue all around and in her fur-trimmed pussy, trying to find some significant difference to use in identifying the girl.
Finally he guessed that it was Ann, because she had used to many tricks to try to hide her height. That made two wrong guesses for Jim, although he did not know it yet. Now he was placed before his wife, Jane, and allowed to sample her sexual characteristics with his mouth.
She giggled and squirmed childishly at the erotic stimulation of his tongue and lips on her nipples, and like Ann, she turned her back to him and bent over to shove her vulva into his face for that part of the test. Because of her playful giggling attitude, Jim wrongfully identified his wife as being Babe who was often kittenish in her behaviour during off-beat sexual encounters like this.
The final girl he tried to identify was Alice, Gordon's plump blonde wife, and again the girl would not let him fully investigate the size of her fairly large breasts when he tongued and sucked her nipples. In the final section of this test, Alice made him lie on his back on the floor while she squatted over his face to let him lick her pussy. This threw Jim's guess completely off, because that position was one which was often favored by his own wife, Jane, when she wanted cunnilingus, so he named her as the fourth girl in the line, giving him four wrong guesses out of four.
The next male contestant in this erotic game was Peter, the red-haired young man who was Ann's husband. He correctly identified two out of the four girls by this bizarre method of recognition, including his wife, because he claimed he could feel the tight curly consistency of her pubic hair with his tongue. In Alice's case he was also correct, claiming that because of her rounder, better padded body, the lips of her pussy were fuller and fatter.
Gordon, the balding young husband also was right in half his identifications, missing on his own wife but correctly naming Jane and Babe as the owners of their respective sexual parts. This left only Harry, the tall thin husband of Babe, to show how familiar he was with the details of the anatomy of the four young wives present.
Harry asked only one difference in procedure for his series of tests. He wanted the girls to stand up while he orally investigated all their nipples first. Then they were to all lie down and raise their legs while he quickly went down the line, sampling the taste and texture of their pussies one after another. Gerrie and the girls agreed to this change, since it did not seem to make any difference to the fairness of the contest.
When he started working his way down the line of bare breasts, Harry devoted only a second or two to each of the eight nipples. Then the girls laid down and spread their raised legs while he, on his knees, crept from one to another along the line, burying his mouth in each vulva for only a matter of brief seconds. His was by far the shortest of the male inspection tours, and immediately rose to his feet and named correctly the order of the girls whose intimate sexual charms he had so quickly deciphered.
He did not doubt his accuracy as all the blindfolds and wrist-ties were removed, and was not surprised that he had done so much better than any of the other men. As the two winners of the separate sections of the contest, Harry and Babe were naturally interested in what they had won as prize, so Gerrie calmly explained the system of awards which she had decided upon.
The girl winner was to have all the nonwinners, both male and female, available for any type of service which she might require, and all the non-winners had to cooperate fully in any kind of sexual activity that Babe might want to try. The deal for the male winner, Harry, was the same, since he could require anything of any of the other guests except his wife. Anyone not directly involved in satisfying the winners could watch, but had to be available at the winner's demand for any service. Gerrie then flipped a coin to decide which winner should collect his reward first, and it came out that Harry was to be the boss of the first scene.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Except for Babe who will only be watching, I can have any of the other six do anything I want for as long as it takes for me to shoot my load, is that right?" asked Harry of Gerrie.
"That's absolutely correct," she told him. "And since you're all here for crazy kicks, I'm sure nobody will dare refuse anything you want. I'll be the judge if anything you ask for is too far out or possibly dangerous to anyone. Aside from that, the sky's the limit."
"Sounds wonderful. Maybe I can dream up something where I can have them all working for me at once," gloated Harry, surveying the assembled group. "Let's see, there's three men and three girls to choose from. Hmmmmm. I've always thought chubby blonde Alice was very cute, so I pick her as the prime target of my attack, but the others will have things to do too. This may turn out to be sort of rough on Alice, but I sure will enjoy it if it works out the way I hope it will."
He carefully looked over the other members of the guest list as though selecting a proper duty for each in accordance with their special talents as he knew them. Then he revealed the plan he had worked out as his reward.
"Peter has the biggest cock here, I think, so I want him to lie down here on his back on this padded bench, with his hips right at this end and his legs hanging down. Now Alice is to hop up on the bench and squat down so that her pussy is impaled on Peter's stiff cock which is sticking up so proudly there. Take it easy, Alice, because I don't want Peter to go off till after I've finished. Now, Gordon, I want you to kneel on the bench, over Peter's head, so that Alice can suck your stiff cock all during the proceedings. Again be sure to take it easy on him, Alice, and make sure he doesn't shoot his load till I'm all done."
The selected participants. all assumed the poses that Harry had indicated and he studied the situation carefully for a moment before he continued.
"Ann, you're a big girl with plenty of reach, so you get the job of playing with Alice's titties. Just kneel beside the bench and you can suck one of her nipples and use your hands on the other. When we get under way, you can give her big round boobies a real workout that way. Now, Jane, all you have to do is crouch down between Peter's legs and be ready to cope with a problem which I'll explain in just a moment, when I get into the act myself."
Harry, with his penis jutting out aggressively in front of his body, now went and stood right behind Alice's tautly flexed buttocks and between Peter's hanging legs. He now smeared some vaseline on his rigid member and on the puckered orifice of Alice's bottom-hole which was exposed between her straining buttocks.
Instantly Alice withdrew her mouth from Gordon's stiff penis and cried, "No. You can't bugger me, Harry. I've never had a cock up my ass, and I won't let you do it to me now. I hate the whole idea."
"Well, how about it, Gerrie?" demanded Harry of the referee. "I won the prize and I'm allowed to do anything I want with any of the losers as long as it won't seriously damage them. Isn't that right?"
"That's right," agreed Gerrie. Then she turned to Alice and asked, "Have you got hemorrhoids or any good medical reason why Harry shouldn't be allowed to bugger you?"
"No. It's just that I don't like the idea," replied Alice angrily. "It's bad enough having Peter's cock in my pussy and Gordon's cock in my mouth, without being goosed by Harry's huge prick."
"You knew when we started these games that you might be used sexually, so now you're stuck with it," announced Gerrie calmly. "You can go ahead, Harry."
Slowly he forced the greased end of his penis into the lubricated anal opening of the protesting round girl. Gordon's penis so filled her mouth that all she could do was grumble and mutter incoherently at what was being done to her, and presently all her orifices were stuffed full of firm male gristle as Harry's belly was pressed tightly against her smooth plump buttocks.
Now Harry leaned down and spoke to Jane who was huddled uncomfortably between Harry's legs, Peter's legs, and the end of the bench. "Jane your job is to tickle my balls with your fingers, and to lick them if you can get your tongue up there to do it. The better you do your job the quicker this whole setup will be over."
"What about me, Harry," asked Jim Hawkins as he saw that the bizarre arrangement was about to be set in motion. "Don't I get into the act at all?"
"You sure do, Jim," said Harry as his hips began to surge, driving his penis in and out of Alice's bottom. "You have the job of giving me an extra special thrill with your cock which is the thinnest one here. Smear it with vaseline, like I did mine, and then I want you to try shoving it up into my ass. If you do it right, you'll be massaging my prostate gland which is a real crazy kick at a time like this."
Jim stared at Harry for a moment in disbelief, and then applied liberal amounts of the lubricant to his rigid sex-lance. He stood behind Harry and after several false tries he managed to get his cock inserted into Harry's anus.
As soon as all the others were performing their assigned tasks properly, Harry gave his final instructions, "With all you people working so hard, I shouldn't have to do any work to get a terrific orgasm out of this. I can feel Peter's big cock working in Alice's pussy which makes her ass work on my tool. Jane is tickling my balls, and Ann is keeping Alice hot at her duties. Alice working on Gordon's cock with her mouth adds more thrill and action to what I'm feeling. And Jim's cock is giving my internal sex gland a real workout. So get going, gang. Let's see how quick you can make me shoot off without my having to exert myself a bit. All I have to do is watch and feel what you all are doing for me."
As Cindy watched with unbelieving horrified fascination, the complex assembly of naked humans began to surge and heave in a sensuous rhythm. Harry was the only solid unmoving element in the assembly of bodies. They were all moving around and for him thrilling his senses and his feeling of power over them while stroking his penis toward a rewarding ejaculation within Alice's rectum. To Cindy the whole idea of mass endeavor sex, group indulgence, and multiple perverse stimulation was totally foreign. This had nothing in common with the wonderful satisfying love which she and Tom had enjoyed in the privacy of their home before tragedy had separated them.
For Gerrie the heaving ensemble of sex was strangely exciting, for she found herself able to identify with each person involved. Having a feminine body with a masculine attitude of mind she found each role interesting as an example of sexual versatility. Not that she would like to perform each role herself, but she liked to watch others doing so. It made an exciting spectacle, and as an observer she was entranced. So much was happening at once.
Under the universal barrage of sensations that were assailing him, Harry found that he could not hold out for long. After only a minute or so of these varied and intense stimulations he felt his sex-pressure rapidly coming to a boil. He was standing absolutely still, but so much was happening to him and around him that his carnal excitement had to explode. He tried to hold it back to prolong his pleasure but there was no effective way to stop all those sensations from working on him. His scheme for total stimulation had been so good that now he couldn't stand the pace.
With a delirious smile of ecstasy on his face and a groan of pleasure coming from his lips, Harry gave in to the inevitable. His whole body tensed and then he was spurting jet after jet of semen into Alice's bowels in an emission that seemed about to drag his soul from his straining body. It was without doubt the most complicated ejaculation he had ever enjoyed.
But since he had been the winner, and this tableau had been enacted solely for his benefit, he didn't want any of the others to benefit enough to have a climax. As soon as the last of his semen had been pumped from him, Harry immediately withdrew from Alice's rectum and detached himself from Jim's buggering cock. He ordered Peter, Gordon, Jane, Ann, and Alice to break formation and get up so that the party could continue. Everybody needed a drink, he proclaimed, and then the second prize winner, his wife, could select her means of taking her pleasure. She would have the same three men and three girls to amuse herself with, that he had had, and they would all be in prime condition to satisfy her according to her demands.
Harry, being of a dominating nature, had really enjoyed the sex session he had organized. Everyone had been working for him and under his control, and his actual ejaculation had been into a protesting girl who had hated being buggered and who had been exposed to too much other sexual activity at the same time so that she could not enjoy anything. He had used and abused her, and that was the way he really liked his kicks. Trick people, and have power over people and concentrate on your own pleasure. That's the way a smart successful man operated. But that wasn't Babe's way, he knew, and she would soon prove that he was right, in the way she picked to get her jollies.
In spite of the fact that everyone present was still excited and unsatisfied, except Harry, Gerrie decreed that they would all take a rest for a few minutes, to recover from their recent exertions and be all set for the next bout.
She suspected that Harry was much too aggressive and dominant, and could be cruel in his loving just because he liked the display of his power, so Gerrie was keeping a special eye on him to make sure that he did not cause trouble. She was of a dominant nature herself, so Gerrie felt a definite dislike for Harry, although she tried to hide it so as to be an impartial and honest umpire and director at these sex swapping sessions. She liked the sessions and was well paid by the group to have then run off smoothly without any unpleasant complications of any sort.
Being the type of man he was, Harry, for his part, resented Gerrie and her complete authority in the group. He always wanted to be boss, and to have a girl able to control him and make him obey went against the grain for him. For some time he had been looking for an excuse to overthrow Gerrie and appoint himself the arbiter and controller of these sex orgies that the group had from time to time. If he could only needle Gerrie into some sort of contest where he was sure to win, then she would be out and he would be in as director of these wild parties. Such a plan was worth thinking about and working on, he was sure. He had heard about Gerrie's deadly expertness in judo and karate, but he was a man and justifiably proud of his strength and agility as an athlete. A show-down with Gerrie might not only make him the boss of this group, but would also be fun if it gave him a chance to dominate her sexually for his own carnal entertainment. Putting this beautiful but bossy broad in her place could provide lots of kicks for him in a sadistic way. She never indulged in any kind of sexual activity, herself, while directing the group, but Harry would really like to have a go at her obviously terrific body, especially if she didn't want him to. Of all the girls he knew, she was the one it would be the most fun bossing and abusing. It would be worth while to try to pick a fight with her so he could end up being the boss of the group and, especially, of her.
As he handed her a drink, Harry intentionally spilled most of it onto her, hitting her partially exposed chest and running down into her short hot-pants. Harry laughed uproariously and said smugly, "I'm so sorry. But maybe the alcohol in the drink will excite your tits and warm up your pussy. Nothing else seems to give you any kicks from what I've seen."
"What a dirty trick, Harry," exploded Gerrie in anger. "You've ruined my outfit, and I know it was intentional on your part."
So what? I'm just fed up with being bossed around in my sex games by some dopey dame who never gets into the act herself. How about taking off your wet outfit and letting me show you how a real man treats a girl? I want to see what you really look like, too."
"No luck, Harry. I'm here to help run things for the benefit of this group, so I don't get involved myself in what goes on," Gerrie told him quickly. "And I certainly wouldn't pick you for a partner, anyway."
"Well how about some kind of a game or contest just between us two? The winner will be the new boss and director of the group, and the loser has to obey him in everything. Will you do that?" asked Harry, sneering.
"What kind of a contest between us would be fair? You're a man and much bigger than am.
"And they tell me you're quite the expert in the gentle art of killing people with your bare hands. That ought to make any fight fair, shouldn't it?" demanded Harry belligerently as the thought of totally dominating this girl began to thrill him more and more.
"What sort of contest do you suggest?" asked Gerrie quietly as all the others watched with mounting alarm this clash between the two personalities. Cindy was especially worried, since Gerrie was her only protection among all these weird strangers with their odd habits about what was fun in sex.
"How about a sort of wrestling match between us, no hitting allowed, and in a three minute round I'll try to take off that hot-pants outfit you're wearing and spank your cute round bottom till it's all red? If I can't make you say 'uncle' in less than the three minutes, you will be the winner. Is that a deal?"
Gerrie glanced around at the others in the group, and saw that they were all embarrassed at Harry's display of rebellion and bad manners. They were all on her side in this argument, but wanted the whole thing settled amicably, without any fuss. Gerrie winked at Cindy to reassure her and smiled as she answered.
"That sounds all right with me, if you're sure it's what you want, Harry. You want to try to spank me, and I'm to try to prevent you, is that right? And neither of us is to use our fists. Please try not to tear my clothes ... this outfit is new and I like it. Shall we start now if someone will keep time for us?"
Harry put down his drink carefully and advanced toward the girl, looking very menacing in all his naked male advantage of size and power. He reached out with both hands toward his intended victim, trying to grasp one of her hands. Stepping back in seeming frightened retreat, Gerrie gave him her left hand. Harry instantly grabbed it and moved quickly toward her to crush her in his powerful arms. Gerrie lightly spun around so that her back was toward his body as they met and he released the hand he had grabbed. Her knees were slightly bent and she started to lean forward, making him bend forward partially over her.
Just as he leaned forward, taking some weight off his feet, Gerrie quickly straightened her knees and leaned further forward, pulling down and forward with her right hand up around his outstretched neck. Before he knew what was happening, Harry felt himself lifted off his feet, aided by his own motions, and hurtling over her head and through the air in a clumsy somersault, to land heavily on his back on the carpeted floor.
Gerrie followed him down and jumped onto his defenseless stomach, landing with all her weight and driving force so that his wind was knocked out of him and he lay gasping for breath as she stood up over him, smiling and waiting for his next move. Grunting and burbling with rage at being humiliated publicly by this slimly curved girl Harry began struggling to his feet.
Even as his body started to come erect, Gerrie cupped her hands beneath his chin and lifted sharply. At the same instant she kicked his feet out from under him in his badly balanced position, and Harry performed an awkward back flip, landing on his shoulders on the floor with a bone jarring thump. This time he was slower in starting to rise but his hatred and rage gleamed evilly from his dazed eyes as he heard the other members of the watching group snicker at his second failure.
After a few seconds he pulled himself together enough to launch another attack. This time he came at her charging low like a football lineman, his hands supporting his head and shoulders until he could tackle her around the waist and throw her to the floor beneath him. But it did not work out quite as he had planned.
Just as Harry was about to drive up powerfully against her hips and waist, Gerrie leaned forward over him and pushed down with all her weight on his head. Using her hands as support, she vaulted over him as he dove heavily onto the carpet on his face from the force of his own unsuccessful efforts.
As he rolled over and started to rise, Harry was actually crying from rage and frustration. This seemingly helpless weak figure of a girl was making a complete fool of him, or at least allowing him to do so. His friends were openly laughing at him because his big confident talking was not being backed up by effective action. He had to conquer this girl, and dominate her before this audience in order to save himself from further ridicule.
In his towering rage of thwarted masculinity, Harry now chose to ignore his own rule of not hitting with fists. He struggled to his feet and came charging at Gerrie while swinging a round-house right at her head. The watchers gasped at this crude unfair tactic but Gerrie only smiled as she saw the end of his fighting career approaching.
She stepped backward away from his charge, but instead of trying to fend off his fist, she deftly grabbed it and pulled it sharply in the same direction he was swinging, towards her. Still holding his wrist in both her hands she ducked and spun to her left, twisting his arm along with her as she turned.
Harry yelled in pain and surprise as he felt the force of his whole charging body come against his twisting elbow and shoulder. Instinctively, to save himself from broken bones and dislocated joints, Harry's body turned in the direction Gerrie was turning, and he again found himself flying through the air like a flailing human pinwheel. He landed on the carpet on his back with a jolt that made him see stars for the moment. But his troubles were not yet over.
This time Gerrie did not release his hand after she had thrown him. Deftly she shifted her grip on his right hand so that her right hand was tightly gripping the two middle fingers of his hand. Her left hand had a firm hold on his right elbow from behind. By holding his arm stiff and bending the fingers of his imprisoned hand backwards painfully, she half dragged him to his feet. He stood before the startled group sobbing in impotent rage and made a final effort to gain victory. With his free left hand he tried to reach around and grab or hit Gerrie who was standing beside and behind him on his right. At his first threatening gesture Gerrie showed him how helpless he was. Holding his right elbow rigid from behind with her left hand, she pulled strongly back and up on his backward bent fingers which she clasped tightly in her right hand. This not only hurt him terribly, but made him wince up onto his toes in an effort to ease the pain, a position from which he could not make any effective movement.
"All right, you win," admitted Harry angrily after a moment of discovering his helplessness. "Now what happens, since I don't get to spank you?"
"I think you should apologize to these people for making such an unpleasant fuss," Gerrie told him.
"All right, I apologize," muttered Harry sullenly, unable to face the witnesses of his defeat.
"Not like that," Gerrie told him, bending his fingers again to enforce her command. "You owe them a much more abject apology than that. I'll walk with you, while you do it properly. Now if you other folks will please line up and bend over, Harry will pass slowly behind you and express his regrets for his rudeness by kissing each of your asses, as evidence of his humility."
Harry tried to refuse this degrading duty but Gerrie's grip on his arm and fingers forced him to obey. Grudgingly he leaned over behind each of the other guests and kissed the protruding bottoms as ordered. When that chore was finished, Gerrie said, "Because you didn't get to take down my pants and spank me, I won the contest. And as your boss, I can do anything I want with you. Is that what we agreed?"
"Yes, I guess so," muttered Harry.
"Well I know what I'll do," Gerrie told him briskly. "Jane, will you get me that set of handcuffs you showed me the other day? I want to use them on Harry in a very special way. Be sure to bring the key, too, so I can change the way I use them from time to time."
When the handcuffs quickly arrived, Gerrie fastened one manacle tightly around Harry's genitals, including both his cock and balls. Then she dragged his right hand in back of him and down between his buttocks, where she snapped the other manacle of the handcuff set around his right wrist, leaving him in a ridiculous and uncomfortable pose. To the watchers she said, "I may want to change the cuff from his wrist to a doorknob, or to his ankle, or to somewhere else, depending on how I feel later."
CHAPTER NINE
Now that it was time for Babe to collect her prize for identifying successfully so many male organs she surveyed the group to decide how she wanted them to work for and on her for her maximum enjoyment. She knew that she was by nature somewhat masochistic, that she enjoyed being dominated and sexually abused, as long as the abuse did not get too rough. Her submissive nature combined beautifully with her husband, Harry's dominant nature, to make them sexually complementary to each other, with a resulting happy married sex life.
Now she had a chance to use three men, Jim, Peter, and Gordon, to amuse her carnally, as well as three girls, Ann, Jane, and Alice. She thought she knew what she wanted, but how could she use all six people to provide the necessary services? Finally she worked it out.
"All the losers have to do anything I command, as long as it isn't actually dangerous ... is that right?" she asked Gerrie, the director. "All the fellows and girls have to obey me, no matter what I want?"
"That's right, Babe. All six of them are your sex slaves for the next little while, to give you any sort of thrills you want," Gerrie assured the tiny girl.
"All right. First I want the three fellows to stand close together here and begin playing with their cocks ... sort of gently masturbating themselves. Then I want Ann to lie down on her back on the carpet here, with her face up and near the men's feet. Next I want Alice and Jan to kneel or crouch on each side of Ann's head, right in front of the men. That's right, folks. That's just the position I want you all in."
Babe now turned smiling to Gerrie and Cindy as she explained what she had in mind and why she knew she would enjoy it. Harry looked on in dubious interest because of his other problems.
"As most of you know, I really like to suck men's cocks. I get a big kick out of doing it, especially when the man shoots a big load in my mouth and I can taste and swallow it. I also like to have my pussy licked and my titties sucked. With the setup I've arranged here, I can have all these things without having to work hard for the pleasure they'll give me. See how it works."
Babe now knelt down before the three masturbating men, her mouth just at the level of their closely grouped stiff penises. Babe's pelvis was right over Ann's upturned face, and the tiny girl instructed the tall Ann to begin licking and sucking her pussy. From where they crouched on each side of Babe, Alice and Jane were told to begin playing with and sucking on her breasts and nipples.
From her kneeling-squatting position, Babe reached out and drew the men closer to her face, grasping the men gently by their balls to control them. She told the men to keep jerking their cocks and to get up near the point of ejaculation, but not to go off until she told them to, each one separately. The turgid purple ends of the three cocks were right in front of her mouth and she began sucking them avidly, going from one to another quickly as the mood struck her fancy.
Between fellations Babe instructed the three girls in the details of how she wanted them to vary their stimulations on her pussy and titties. She also warned the fellows that if any one of them went off before she told them to, she would punish his disobedience by giving the offending penis a sharp painful bite before its owner could withdraw it from the range of her teeth.
With varying degrees of vigor, depending on their feelings as to the state of their individual sex pressures, the three men were jerking their cocks right before Babe's smiling excited face. Her mouth darted from one to another, sucking, kissing, tasting, and tongue flicking each one briefly before going on to the next. While each man would have preferred to have Babe working exclusively on his organ, the sight of so many stimulated tools being serviced by one small girl, and the sight of three other girls sexually exciting the same little girl, provided a very thrilling scene for all to watch. Even naive Cindy, although her sense of propriety was offended at such public exhibitions of carnality, things that should only be done in private and with one's loving spouse, could not stop watching with a sort of morbid fascination. Such an orgy was something she could watch, but definitely something she would not engage in as a participant, not even with her husband, Tom, if he were not in jail.
Now Babe had the men crowd even closer together so that the swollen ends of their cocks were touching each other. As the men continued stroking the shafts, Babe thrust her mouth firmly against the three tight-pressed ends and managed to force them all into her stretched mouth at one time for a few seconds. She was using her hands on the scrotums and balls of the men to guide them and urge them on to greater efforts on her behalf. Jane and Alice were really giving Babe's breasts a wild and exciting workout, while Ann's lips and tongue were providing beautiful erotic stimuli for Babe's heated swollen pussy.
After many minutes of this bizarre dynamic tableau of group effort toward Babe's pleasure, the tiny girl knew that she was so excited that she was ready for an orgasm, or, she hoped, a quick series of orgasms. She concentrated her oral efforts on Gordon's penis, signaling to him that she wanted him to erupt now. Her mouth engulfed most of his stiff organ, her tongue flicking the sensitive end and her fingers excitedly caressing his balls, as she orally stroked him to ejaculation.
Babe now sat down harder on Ann's mouth to increase the stimulation in her vulva, in preparation for the approaching climax. Within moments she felt Gordon's cock stiffen even more and begin a rhythmic throbbing. Then she tasted the first delicious spurts of his ejaculation and the thrill sent her into an orgasm of her own as she sucked and gobbled and swallowed everything he could offer her from his erupting penis.
Even when she sensed that he was finished and was starting to get limp in her mouth, Babe continued to suck his organ, milking every last drop of the tasty fluid from his loins for her enjoyment. Then without waiting for her own climax to fully subside, Babe switched her attentions to Jim, devoting her every effort toward making him shoot his delicious semen into her mouth. As before, her lips, tongue, and hands worked frantically on him, demanding instant satisfaction for her bizarre desire to taste and swallow his male emission.
The three girls who were also thrilling Babe kept on with their assigned duties, for they dared not stop until her appetite had been glutted by their husbands. All of Babe's major erogenous areas were being stimulated and she was emotionally wallowing in pleasure. She was working hard on Jim's penis with her mouth and he was working hard on it with his hand, so she knew that his eruption must be imminent. The intensity of her climactic enjoyment had eased a little but she knew it would soar to exquisite heights again as soon as Jim's ejaculation began.
Almost immediately his penis throbbed and jerked spasmodically in her mouth, and then the spurting semen that flooded and nearly choked her was just as tasty and wonderful as she had been hoping it would be. While her mouth was expertly pumping the love-juice from his lance, Babe again was whirled into a wholly delightful shuddering orgasm that made everything seem beautifully sensual and rewarding to her. Nothing could possibly be better than this, she knew, as she eagerly swallowed all his emission and avidly sucked his cock for more. The thrills being provided for her body by the efforts of the other three girls were very nice, she knew, and added materially to her pleasure, but, as usual, her main source of ecstasy was in sucking a man's cock until it shot its scalding semen into her scavenging mouth.
Having successfully drained the loins of her first two male sex slaves, Babe now gave all her attention to the third man, Peter. She had him stop his manual masturbation so that she would have unhindered access to his genitals for the fullest operations of her hands and mouth. The other two men had whetted her appetite both physically and emotionally, and now she was going to work on Peter's oversized cock to afford herself the ultimate carnal climax of which she was capable.
Using her hands to stroke the shaft of his long thick weapon and to gently squeeze and tickle the hairy bag of his scrotum, Babe went about bringing him almost to the point of ejaculation, but not quite. Whenever she felt him start to tense for the final surge up to emission, Babe slacked off on her activities enough to have him slip back to mere rigid excitement. Then she would stimulate him up again to the peak of unfulfilled passion, till he was moaning and writhing in sexual frustration, before again letting him slide back to intense, noneruptive desire.
Babe was teasing herself, also, by this delaying technique, but she loved doing it and knew that she might never again have a chance to practice this expert frustration on a man. Her own excitement was still nearly at orgasmic height and gradually surging upwards in anticipation of the enforced ejaculation still to come. Peter was obviously frantic from the long delaying interval between his original arousal and the present, and was begging Babe to stop torturing him and let him 'come'. Being kept on the edge this way, totally excited but not quite permitted to release the explosive pressures within his loins, was both ecstasy and anguish for him, and both in the most extreme degree of intensity.
After many such peaks of passion, Babe finally misjudged her control, partly because she herself, was nearly crazy with whirling excitement and delirium of sexual thrills. Immediately she knew that there was to be no stalling now, so she redoubled her efforts to stimulate his organ to the utmost. As she had hoped, he began to spurt huge viscous gobs of semen into her sucking licking scavenging mouth, much more than he would have produced under more normal circumstances. She drove her mouth so far onto his immense stiff tool that the big purple end was driven far down her throat, so that her gagging reflexes could give new sensations to his penis and pump more semen from his erupting loins.
Peter was writhing and gasping and moaning with the wild thrills he was experiencing after all the bizarre build up to his ejaculation. On and on continued the spurts of gism until he thought he could feel the fountainhead of his masculinity shrinking within his body from being so completely drained in this unexpected manner by Babe's ravenous obsessed sucking on his inflamed cock.
When Babe finally realized that she could suck no more semen from Peter's drained penis, she found that she was recovering from her triple-stage orgasm which the tableau had produced for her. Slowly she rose to her feet, weak and wobbly from her intense experience. Jane and Alice stopped playing with her breasts and seemed disappointed that their part in the action had been so relatively minor.
Without instructions from anyone, Ann had taken advantage of her part in the play to achieve sensual satisfaction for herself, as the others now discovered when they had time to pay attention to her. Lying on her back and licking Babe's pussy had been Ann's chore, but she had found the episode so exciting that she had entered into the spirit of the occasion whole-heartedly. While engaged in her cuntlapping duty, Ann had also used her fingers on her own pussy and had masturbated herself into a climax that almost coincided with Babe's. She was doing what was required of her so why not get her own kicks at the same time. Never waste a chance to enjoy sex, was her motto.
In the short intermission while Babe and the three male partners in her act recovered, Gerrie pointed out to the group that Jane and Alice were the only ones who hadn't really enjoyed themselves at this session. To remedy this omission, Gerrie suggested that the two girls have a bout of all-girl '69', for their own pleasure and to provide visual vicarious entertainment for the others.
At first the two girls were reluctant to indulge publicly in such lesbian actions, but soon they were convinced that no one would be shocked or upset by seeing two girls sexually amusing each other. Since they both would enjoy it and nobody would be hurt, there was no reason, in this company, not to do it. So Alice, the plump blonde, lay down on the soft carpet in all her well-rounded nakedness, eagerly awaiting her partner.
After a quick glance around at the others, to make sure that they did not disapprove, Jane crouched down on her hands and knees over Alice, their torsos reversed, so that each girl's face was in close proximity to the other's pelvis. Alice took the lead by reaching up and gently massaging Jane's pendant breasts, tenderly tweaking the nipples into reflex erection. Then Alice clasped her hands and arms around Jane's slim supple waist and reached upward with her face between Jane's flexed and spread thighs. She lovingly licked the sensitive inner surfaces of Jane's thighs, slowly working her way upward until her tongue was tenderly caressing the fur-trimmed lips of Jane's pussy as Jane quivered with indecision.
Now Alice raised and spread her knees so that her vulva was exposed and easily available right below Jane's hovering reluctant face. Alice heaved her hips upward, coaxing Jane into reciprocal oral caresses. As a final temptation Alice centered her tongue on the exotic button of Jane's clitoris and diddled it with rapid gentle strokes.
This was the gesture that convinced Jane. With her mouth wide open she dove her face against Alice's upthrusting pussy and sucked the warm juicy nether lips into her mouth. Alice moaned with pleasure and renewed her oral efforts to please her partner. From what she was feeling herself, each girl knew that would be most thrilling and rewarding for the other, and the onlookers were fascinated watching these two uninhibited sensualists working on each other with such pagan abandon. Both forms were heaving and writhing on the soft carpet as they strove to both give and receive the ultimate in lesbian pleasure.
As a variation on their original theme of cunnilingus, the pair rolled over so that Alice was on top and Jane underneath. This placed Alice's full firm flexed thighs and delightfully plump buttocks in full view of the audience and easily available to Jane's clasping caressing hands. To show her eagerness to cooperating fully now that she was involved, Jane began pressing a fingertip against the exposed puckered orifice of Alice's anus. Alice winced in surprise at this novel stimulation, but then she began to wriggle and grunt with pleasure as Jane slowly forced her finger into the canal.
As this exhibition of mutual all-girl '69' continued for several minutes, every person witnessing it began to identify with the performers in one way or another. The girls were appreciating how wonderful it must feel to have your pussy so deftly and thoroughly sucked and licked, while the men were comparing the female techniques with how they would be doing such things. The men could also speculate on how well a girl would be sucking a penis if her pussy was being thrilled.
After all the preliminary excitement of the sex session, followed by this direct oral stimulation, it did not take long for Jane and Alice to get themselves aroused to explosive heights. The more aggressive blonde Alice was the first to rocket into a delicious orgasm, her whole body quivering and writhing with the intensity of her emotions. This overt proof of her success as a pussy licker quickly sent Jane into orbit too, and both girls were rolling and heaving on the carpet in a tempest of releasing passion.
Minutes later Jane and Alice had calmed down, and the whole group was relaxing over cigarettes and drinks. The only person who was not enjoying himself was Harry, who was still forced to stand with his right hand between his buttocks where it was cuffed-
CHAPTER TEN
In the weeks that followed, Cindy found herself becoming more and more depressed and discouraged. In spite of Tom's confidence that justice and right would eventually win out, the lawyers had privately warned Cindy that the prospects for his case were very gloomy. In addition to the public demand for punishment of hit-and-run drivers, there were several specific items of evidence against him that made his conviction almost certain.
The most damaging item was the fact that a sharp-eyed witness had seen and remembered the license plate number of the auto. And other people had seen a tall, handsome, dark-haired man at the wheel, and had later positively identified Tom in a line-up. Because there had been so many hit-run accidents recently, the judge and the newspapers were going to get somebody, and it looked as if innocent Tom was elected.
Gerrie did her best to cheer Cindy up as much as possible and to help make life at the Skyway easy for her. Sam, the manager didn't demand that she service any more of his rich customers when he found she really wasn't interested in making extra money that way. Cindy's youthful beauty was enough of an attraction in the go-go cage to bring in plenty of men to leer and ogle. Sam was afraid that he might lose Cindy's services as a dancer if he gave her a rough time. He also knew better than to tangle with Gerrie, who had established herself as Cindy's guardian. Sam suspected the nature of the relationship between Gerrie and Cindy, but it didn't bother him as long as both girls did the job they had been hired for. How they got their sex kicks was their business, not his, as long as their dancing kicks kept bringing in thirsty customers to his bar. Cindy's one session with Charley, the older politician, had done the job of swinging his influence to their side, so there had been no trouble about continuing the topless entertainment.
Cindy continued to see Tom in jail at every possible opportunity, of course, and she tried to make life easier for him by making light of her own troubles. She explained that life at the Skyway was simple for her and that she was earning enough money to pay for their lawyer, although neither of these statements were true. She did not describe to her husband the terrible aching depression and loneliness that enveloped her whenever she was alone, nor her very real fear for the future.
Every week or so, when she got feeling so low that she even considered suicide, Cindy would allow herself to be coaxed into visiting Gerrie at her apartment, often spending the night with her friend. Gerrie's real friendship and the emotional solace which Gerrie's lesbian love-making provided, were the only bright and rewarding elements in Cindy's otherwise dreary and sorrowful life.
Under Gerrie's expert and ardent teaching, Cindy came to learn that her own enjoyment of Sapphic sexuality could be greatly increased when she contributed as much to their lovemaking as she received. It takes two to tango, as Gerrie said, and with both girls actively engaged in stimulating each other, they each had more fun. Cindy found that she did not have to feel guilty about these occasional lesbian sessions, for they were merely second-rate substitutes for her husband's love, which was not available to her at present. Gerrie could calm her nerves, and cheer her up out of her overwhelming gloom, and provide sympathetic friendship, but she could not provide the Real Thing, which was what Cindy really wanted and needed. And no other man would do. It had to be Tom, or it wouldn't be the Real Thing, and for that Cindy wanted no substitute partners, no stand-in males.
About a month after her first visit, Cindy accompanied Gerrie to another meeting of the wife-swapping club. It was something different, and for a while it took her mind off her own troubles. Gerrie assured her that there was no chance of her becoming involved in any of the activities against her will. Cindy was just exciting decoration for the party, and an interested, sometimes shocked, but always uninvolved bystander. If any of the action was sufficiently interesting to her to bear repetition, it would only be with Tom when they were back together again and safe in their true love for each other.
On one occasion of the group sex club, Babe and Harry arrived looking very upset, especially Babe. They explained that there had been some trouble on their way over, but that they were all right. Harry made Babe keep quiet when she started to explain the nature of the trouble and Cindy heard him whisper angrily to his wife, "Just keep quiet and we'll be OK. I told you how I fixed things so we'd be safe. If you just shut up, nobody will ever know we were mixed up in it."
Babe looked frightened and very disturbed but she would not discuss it at all, and after a few drinks to calm their nerves and lower their inhibitions, the wild sex party go under way. At Gerrie's suggestion the four couples all stripped naked and sat down to play a hand of draw poker, the winner to be permitted to do anything he or she wished, with the usual limitations that nobody would be hurt and nothing dangerous attempted. Gerrie and Cindy just watched and did not take part in the game or the subsequent sexual acrobatics. It seemed to Cindy that this game was sort of unfair to the men, for their attention was much more distracted by the close presence of the nude girls than the girls' concentration was disturbed by sitting near naked men. Her thoughts may have been accurate, for Jane won the game, thus becoming the temporary mistress of sex ceremonies.
While the others waited with interest, Jane thought over what she wanted, now that she was in complete charge of her carnal fate for the next hour or so. In a calm serious voice she explained her wishes.
"Most of the action in sex is too violent and too active to suit me. I like things slow and easy, so I can really enjoy what's happening. Jim, and all the other men always seem too interested in banging away with all their strength and all their energy, when what I want is a slow quiet sensual build-up. That way I think I can get more kicks out of sex, rather than having one or more men working so hard that I'm worn out by their efforts."
'Well, now you are the boss," Gerrie told her seriously. "I think I know what you mean, so now's your chance to have everything go just the way you want it."
"All right. I'll try," said Jane slowly. "But I'll be very angry and disappointed if any man decides he can't wait and goes banging off for his own pleasure. For tonight I want to experience and feel everything I've ever tried before, but I want it happening slowly and gently. Bring the padded bench over her so we can use it for what I have in mind. I'm going to be using all four men, including Jim, my husband, but I insist that they do only what I tell them. Do you all understand?"
The men nodded agreement, and Gerrie promised to see that the four men all obeyed for this episode. Jane had Gordon sit on the end of the padded bench and manually stroke his penis into firm rigidity. Then she told him to lubricate his weapon well with vaseline so that she could impale her anus on it without any discomfort. Soon she was firmly perched on his lap, facing away from him, with his stiff cock deeply embedded in her bottom. Jane sternly warned him not to move, just sit there holding her on his lap.
Next she had Peter and Harry draw stools up, one on each side of her, and stand on the stools, close enough so that their cocks were only inches away from her face. They were told to masturbate their cocks into erection so that they would be ready for the duties she had in mind for them presently.
With her legs widely spread so that her pussy was exposed and easily available, Jane now had Jim, her husband, come stand in front of her and get his penis in condition for some sexual activity. Now under Jane's direction Jim was told to slowly and gently approach her and insert his stiff penis into her vulva to its full depth. Jane now emphasized to Jim and Gordon that they were to remain completely motionless unless specifically instructed by her to move. This whole maneuver was to be quiet and gentle and soft, not a frantic male effort to achieve an eruptive climax. In fact, if any of the men ejaculated without her permission, she would insist that they be severely punished for disobedience.
As Jane began to grind her pelvis very slowly and gently on the two cocks which were impaling her pussy and rectum, she reached out with her left hand and drew Harry closer toward her face, using his jutting cock as a handle to maneuver him with. Then she stuck out her tongue and began to softly lick the bulbous end of his cock. In his usual aggressive manner, Harry quickly thrust his tool forward, trying to stick it deep into her mouth, but Jane quickly grabbed him firmly by his balls and warned him that he was to move only when told to by her. Harry became quiet but it was obvious that he wanted more action.
Now Jane reached out with her right hand and began leisurely stroking Peter's sturdy shaft with her fingers, letting her fingertips caress the sensitive bulb at the end and even gently squeeze his balls and scrotum. When he started thrusting rhythmically with his hips to increase the stimulation on his penis, Jane gripped his scrotum tighter to remind him that his, like the other three men, was a completely passive role in this tableau which she was directing. None of them were to move unless told to.
Jane now told Gordon to reach around from where he was seated behind her, and use his hands very gently on her boldly out-thrust bare breasts. He was to concentrate on being very gentle, with only the lightest caresses on her nipples and only the faintest fondlings of the mass of her lush hemispheres.
Now that all the members of the tableau had been assigned their positions and duties, Jane began to work toward what she hoped would be a beautiful and different experience. She knew from years of married life that men were always in too much of a hurry and too violent in their activities at times like this. Now sex was going to be enacted on a much lower key of intensity and with much less vigorous activities.
At first the motion of her pelvis, grinding on the two cocks buried deep within her, was barely visible. Forward, backward, and sideways she gently eased her pussy and bottom, so that the onlookers could not measure the movement, although Jim and Gordon were acutely aware of it. Her right hand worked on Peter's penis with such slow and soft strokes that it could hardly be called masturbation. And her oral stimulation of Harry's stiffly excited penis consisted only of an occasional flick of her tongue or a brief kiss from her lips. She looked down with an almost disembodied interest to where her breasts were being very delicately and tenderly fondled by Gordon's hands. Jane was making absolutely sure that when she was the boss of things, her pleasure would not be curtailed by the insistent violence of her male partners.
Gradually her oral ministrations to Harry's frustrated cock became slightly more active, but she had to grab him harshly by the balls with her left hand to keep him under control. Harry, as usual, wanted more action, but Jane was boss, so that settled that. In the meantime Jane's right hand was stroking Peter's stiff penis with longer and tighter and faster rhythm. Her fingers would caress and fondle his scrotum and even lightly diddle the purple knob at the end of his tool, but still her movements were much less than any man would want under the circumstances.
Since Jane was actually sitting on Gordon's lap, he was aware of the increased meter and amplitude of her pelvic movements, for he could feel his cock being gently massaged within her slightly heaving rectum, but even so it was less vigorous than he would have desired. Jim, her husband, with his rigid cock buried full deep in her pussy, could also sense the delicious caresses which her vulva and vagina were giving him, but he silently prayed for more ... much more.
Jane suddenly realized that this was sort of like the times when she had been a young and inexperienced girl at boarding school and had masturbated because there was really no other way to relieve the tensions that nagged her from time to time. In those days she hadn't known much to do, but at least she was in complete control of what was being done to her and how violent it was done. Now she was getting many more different sensations for the satisfaction of her more sophisticated carnal desires, but the stimulation was gentle and under her complete control ... not too strong for the satisfaction of some crude hurrying man.
Her whole body was beginning to feel such exquisite tender thrills. Deep within her pelvis the two men's cocks were stirring up her emotions in a way that was both exciting and rewardingly benign. By bending forward over Jim's motionless stiff tool, she could vary the sensations produced by her slow soft motions in her sensitive pussy lips and her super sensitized clitty. And by leaning back just a little she could increase the exciting feeling of her anus being stretched by Gordon's cock. By varying the way she kissed Harry's frustrated penis she could vary the sensations in her mouth and lips, factors which were very important in Jane's emotional feelings. And the way her fingers caressed Peter's stiff cock added further variations to her sensations, as she watched it throb and pulse under her fondling touch.
By the variety of the thrills she was enjoying, rather than by their violence, Jane was slowly working herself up to a wonderful peak of passion. She could take her time and never have to brace herself against some masculine onslaught. If she wanted more titties, or more clitty, or more deep pelvic sensation, or more kissing, or more seeing a hard hot cock, she could have whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. For now she was boss, and she had four men serving her sexually, for HER pleasure and not even slightly for their own.
The cumulative impact of all this emotional and physical stimulation had worked Jane up to a searing pinnacle of carnal agitation that inflamed her whole body. She still was not moving fast or hard, but sensation kept building on sesnsation with no inhibiting factors to dampen the ardor of her responses. Everything felt beautiful and perfect with no harsh or disturbing actions to flaw the perfection of the passion she had built up. She knew that she could not hold out much longer against the power of her synthesized fervor. This had to be the ultimate in sensation, the most ecstasy that a human could endure.
Finally the avalanche of her physical emotions broke over her. Instinctively Jane reached out and enfolded her husband in her arms as he lovingly embraced her. In this hotly thrilling orgasm, it was interesting to every one, both onlookers and participants, that at no time had there been much actual sexual movement. Her sensuality had crested into a totally rewarding climax because of the many sources of minimal stimulation and the complete lack of inhibiting force and violence.
While watching this bizarre performance, Cindy was also conscious of the worry and fear that seemed to be haunting Babe ever since she had arrived this evening. In spite of Harry's warning to remain silent about what had happened on their way to the party, Cindy sensed that Babe was so disturbed that she would welcome a chance to share her guilty secret with someone friendly and sympathetic.
As Jane's group of sex servers broke up and plans were being made to allow the four men to relieve their frustrated sexual urges, Cindy suggested to Babe that they retire together to the toilet for a moment of privacy, locked in their haven of secrecy Cindy said, "I'm sorry you're so upset, Babe. Is there anything I can do to help you? What happened that you're so shook?"
"Harry won't let me talk about it," said Babe quietly. "It wasn't really his fault, I suppose, although he was driving faster than he should. What I can't get out of my mind is the horrible hollow 'thonk' that the old lady's head made when it hit the pavement. My car window was open and I feel I'll never be able to forget that sound."
"She wasn't badly hurt, I hope?" said Cindy.
"I don't know. We didn't stop," replied Babe sadly. "I said we ought to, but Harry said he didn't dare, because of the other times. Somebody might get wise to him and then he'd be in awful trouble."
Cindy was about to ask what other times, when there came a loud knocking on the bathroom door and Harry's loud aggressive voice called, "What's keeping you broads so long? Did one of you fall in? Or are you having a secret lesbian session in there?"
Babe shuddered with guilty nervousness and the two girls quickly emerged to rejoin the rest of the group. Gerrie looked questioningly at Cindy as though she, too, was wondering if Cindy had succumbed to possible seduction by Babe on such short notice. The expression of mixed bewilderment and hope on Cindy's face brought more questions into Gerrie's mind, and she determined to have a long intimate talk with Cindy after this party.
Turning her attention to her duties as mistress of sex activity, Gerrie announced to the whole group, "Since all the men contributed their efforts and their cocks to Jane's delicious experience, I think it is only fair that they all now get a chance to relieve their sexual frustration and have their balls wrung out. But they will have to earn that privilege in some way. Does anyone have any suggestions?"
"How about a series of games or contests between each man and the girl of his choice?" suggested Harry boldly. "We can rig the rules so that the games are fair for both the fellow and the girl. Whomever wins gets to boss his or her partner in any kind of sex the winner wants. How does that strike you?"
There were murmurs of agreement, so Gerrie said, "All right. We'll do it. And since it was your idea, Harry, you get first choice in naming the game and picking your partner. What and who do you want?" harry looked thoughtfully around at the assembled girls and then said, 'Well, I've always considered myself as a pretty good dancer ... any kind of dancing you can name. And I hear that there is another dancer here ... a girl who is professionally good at it. No, Gerrie, I don't mean you. I tangled with you once, and that was enough. So I'm challenging young Cindy to a dancing contest. She can pick the type of dancing, and we'll use the record player for music. Whichever one of us makes the first bad mistake or breaks the rhythm of anything like that is the loser."
Cindy's mouth dropped open in surprise and alarm and she started to refuse the challenge. Immediately Harry interrupted her, "Don't look so shocked, kid. A real pro hoofer like you ought to be able to beat an amateur like me, shouldn't you. And I'll give you another break, too. If you should lose, I'll let you pick the way you make me shoot my load. Anything you want, as long as I'm doing it with you. With a deal that fair, you can't back out."
Cindy moved over to stand by Gerrie for protection as she explained that she only came here to be an onlooker, with no intention of actually doing anything. The thought of having Harry put his big thing into her pussy was too awful to consider. He had offered to let her pick the way he would be brought to climax, but that didn't help much. She definitely didn't like Harry, especially after what she had heard from his wife, Babe just a few moments before in the bathroom.
Gerrie now put her arm protectively around Cindy's shoulders and said, "Normally I would insist that Cindy not be involved in any of the crazy sex games we play here. But I'll have to admit that Harry's challenge seems very fair in every way. Even her penalty for losing, if she does lose, seems not too hard to take. I can't make up Cindy's mind for her, of course, but I suggest that she accept."
Then speaking directly to Cindy, Gerrie added, "Pick go-go dancing, at which you've had lots of practice recently, and which he probably doesn't know or do well. And you won't even have to take any clothes off. Your miniskirt won't cramp your movements, and those sandals with the laces all the way up to your knees should be just about perfect for dancing your style. Go ahead, Cindy. Take him on and beat him at his own game. It will help your morale a lot, to be a winner, for once."
"But what if I should lose?" wailed Cindy.
"You still get your choice of how to pay off. You could just jerk him off with your hand, if that's all you want to do. We'll all be watching to make sure that he doesn't force you into doing anything more than what you want."
Finally Cindy let herself be talked into accepting Harry's challenge, and a space was cleared for the dancers as the record player was turned on to a tune with a rapid demanding beat.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As Cindy entered the cleared dancing area, surrounded by the rest of the group who were to witness this strange dancing contest with its even stranger prize for the winner, she realized that at least she was not topless, the way she was when dancing at the Skyway. The lower part of her body was covered by an extremely short flaring mini-skirt, and as she began to kick and twirl in her customary routine, the skirt whirled up and out to show off the tiny tight nylon panties which were her only other covering below the waist. They were not so thick or sturdy as the panties she wore in the go-go cage at the nightclub, but at least they provided some covering and protection for her bottom and pussy.
Above her waist Cindy was adequately covered by a snug knitted sleeveless top which clearly revealed her shape, including the bold jutting hemispheres of her high young breasts. It was obvious that she was wearing no bra, from the way her breasts bounced and jiggled tautly with her quick rhythmic movements, letting her nipples trace exotic patterns against the thin restraining fabric. Harry was acutely aware of her delightful young figure writhing and strutting so close before him as he danced naked beside and before her, his half-limp penis switching back and forth, whipping his thighs as he danced.
It soon became evident that Harry was, indeed, a good dancer, although not so practiced or experienced as Cindy after her long booking at the Skyway. As he twisted and twirled and thrust in time to the music, he even bent over forward without losing the beat, so that his face was within inches of Cindy's writhing pumping pelvis. Cindy turned away from his lewd scrutiny and bent over, herself, so that her cute round bottom was thrust into his face in an impudent gesture of defiance.
"That's right, Cindy," said Harry smiling at her revealing gesture. "Show me everything you've got, so I'll know in advance what I'll be playing with as soon as I win at this dancing game. Big jiggling titties, a pert plump ass, and terrific legs, I've seen so far. And I'll bet your pussy is the best ever when I get around to playing with that later."
Cindy did not answer his remarks and kept concentrating on her dancing which by now was almost automatic for her after all the hours spent in the cage. Gerrie had been right, that her short skirt and snug top did not hamper her motions at all, and the sandals with their lacings up her lower legs were practically ideal for this work. She was sure she could out-perform and out-last the arrogant Harry in this contest, and that would be some satisfaction. And maybe if she got talking to Harry on a seemingly friendly and confidential basis when this game was over, she could learn something that might help prove Tom innocent of the hit-run charges. It would be worth almost anything to be able to do that, she knew.
Now Harry was beginning to puff a little from the unaccustomed vigorous exercise with go-go dancing demanded. Cindy knew from experience that she was just getting warmed up and could keep up this pace almost indefinitely if necessary, because of all her practice at the club. As she was becoming certain of victory by default from the tiring Harry, he did an unexpected thing. He bent over toward her again, almost as if he was thrusting his face at her churning writhing dancing pussy.
Before Cindy could figure out the reason for this unnecessary extra exertion on his part, Harry reached out with his hand, without breaking the rhythm of his dancing, and grabbed at the bow-knot fastening the long laces that crisscrossed up her legs from her low sandals to just below her knees. On his second attempt he succeeded in grabbing one end of the lace and pulled it, thus undoing the bow which held her kinky footwear in place.
Under the influence of her vigorous wild kicking the lace began to unwrap from around her lower leg, the loose ends of the lace dragging on the floor at her feet. Before Cindy realized the sneaky trick that he was up to, Harry stepped on the trailing laces just as she began a strenuous highlying kick with that foot. With her vigorous movements so violently interrupted in mid-air, Cindy felt herself lose complete control as her other foot was dragged off the floor by her next unsuccessful step.
With a resounding thump she landed on the floor on her bottom which was sufficiently well padded to break the force of her ungainly fall. Instantly Harry was laughing and crowing in victory at having accomplished the downfall of his more expert dancing opponent.
"I win. Trust good old Harry to win. I always can win somehow, even if I have to out-smart them to do it." he gloated, his face red from his exertions and his joy. "You don't catch Harry with his face unbuttoned and his pants down, except times like this when having his pants down is fine, all ready to collect his bet from this cute little broad. I win. Oh, boy, do I win."
Cindy was stunned for a moment by the jolt of landing on the floor so hard on her seat. As her head cleared she found herself looking up right at Harry's nude body hovering menacingly over her with his half-hard cock aiming right at her face as he offered to help her to her feet. There was no doubt but that he had won, but Cindy and all the other watchers muttered disapprovingly as to his method of winning. Eventually they agreed that his victory was legal but dishonorable, an opinion that seemed to cover many of the things he was able to get away with. Some were far from legal, but his shrewd conniving allowed him to get away unpunished with them so far.
As soon as Harry had regained his breath from his exertions and Cindy had regained her composure from the prat-fall she had taken, it was time for Harry to collect the prize he had won. He needed his loins drained, and it was up to Cindy to pick the way she would do it. Emotionally he was already pretty well steamed up, and physically he was in a state that would not require much stimulation from her to produce the necessary results. Meanwhile the other men were discussing their similar problems and which of the remaining girls would provide the female stimulation. Since Jane had just finished her wild scene with the four unsatisfied men, she was not available, so Alice, Babe, and Ann were elected to do the job.
While Cindy and Harry were still trying to work out a mutually satisfactory routine, Jim, Gordon, and Peter got their plans all settled. No girl was to be permitted to service her own husband, so the six were paired up with Babe as Peter's partner, Alice as Jim's partner, and Ann as Gordon's partner. Under the supervision of Gerrie and Jane, the three men laid down on the floor on their backs, side by side and parallel to each other. Now the female half of this coupling squatted down on them with each hot girlish pussy poised above a randy upright male cock.
In a way this was to be a contest also, because the girl who made her man go off quickest was to get a prize, and the man who held out longest before spurting his sperm would also be a winner. At a signal from Gerrie, the three girls settled down on the men, impaling themselves on the rigid cocks that so eagerly awaited them. Then the girls began heaving and posting and pumping their pussies up and down, trying with all their skill to screw their men into a quick ejaculation. To Gerrie and Jane, the other three girls looked like the jockeys in some bizarre horse race as the smaller lithe bodies rode the engulfed cocks with all their skill and energy.
Harry started off trying to talk Cindy into letting him have regular intercourse with her, with Cindy allowed to select the position employed. Cindy, of course, refused without bothering to explain to the demanding Harry that only her husband, Tom, was ever allowed that privilege.
Next he tried to get her to let him put his big cock up her ass and screw her that way, but again Cindy refused stubbornly. When his choice had narrowed down to having her suck him off, Harry was disappointed but still eager to have her do it, for her exciting young body would be a real inspiration as he watched her lovely face and sensuous mouth working on his penis. He insisted that she remove her skirt and top so that he could fully enjoy seeing her lush young body, but when he wanted her to take off her tiny panties, too, Cindy balked and refused.
Now Harry stretched out on his back on the padded bench which had been the scene for several other sex scenes and Cindy sat down on it alongside his waist. In this position his hands could fondle and caress her shapely figure and she could start working on him with her hands. He wanted her to start with her lips and tongue, but she stalled, saying she would suck him later when they both were more in the mood and ready to go.
Using her hands and fingers deftly on his stiffening penis, Cindy said casually, "It was too bad that auto accident happened to spoil your evening fun here."
"How did you know about that?" demanded Harry in alarm at her knowing the secret.
"Don't get yourself in an uproar or you won't enjoy what I'm doing for you," Cindy calmed him gently. "Just as you and Babe arrived here this evening, I heard you tell her not to talk about it for fear of worrying the others. It sure was lucky you and Babe weren't hurt. There sure are lots of crazy people on the roads nowadays, aren't there?"
"There sure are, kid," agreed Harry, his attention more concerned with Cindy's deft manipulation of his cock than with what he was saying. "That crazy old woman was practically committing suicide, crossing the street in the middle of the block like that. Any car going by, no matter how slow it was driving, would have been almost sure to clobber her. God, it feels good when you tickle the end of my cock like that, Cindy. Now use your tongue on me in just the same way."
"OK, Harry, just a second while I diddle you a little more with my fingers. Especially along the bottom of your tool. Like this. I'll bet that feels good as a build-up for my tongue," she murmured, trying to keep his mind on sex while he talked about the accident. "Feeble old women shouldn't be allowed out alone at night. It just makes trouble for the rest of us. At the speed you were going, I suppose there was no point in stopping after you hit her, was there?"
"Hell, no. I like to drive fast, even in the city. I'm damned good at it, too, except every now and then when some stupid jerk pulls a fool stunt and gets in my way," said Harry carelessly. "Now begin licking my cock, Cindy. I can't wait to learn how terrific it will feel. You've got so much of the best of everything a girl should have, that some day I want to really play some hot games with you. How about it Cindy? Not now, but sometime soon? We could either do it here with the group, or you and I could get together privately somewhere, so Babe and Gerrie wouldn't know about it. They might not like the idea too well."
"We'll see how you and I make out here tonight," said Cindy, forcing herself to give the end of his stiff penis a slight lick with her tongue. "About the accident, aren't you afraid someone might have spotted your license numher when you didn't stop. I'd be afraid not to stop if I ever hit anybody. The police get so angry at hit-and-run drivers. I've been seeing things about it in the newspaper for the last few months."
"I never stop when I hit someone," boasted Harry as he watched her suck the whole end of his penis into her mouth and twirl her tongue around it thrillingly. He suddenly realized that if he was talking, she would be using her mouth to orally stimulate his cock. Except for an occasaional question from her, he'd keep chatting like this so she would have plenty of time to suck him off.
Speaking truthfully because he was concerntrating on the delicious sensations being imparted to his penis by Cindy's lips and tongue, Harry continued, "No, I never stop. I learned that a couple of years ago when I first clipped a guy on a bicycle. Nobody caught me then, and since then I've learned some tricks to keep anyone from even suspecting that I've had several more unsolved accidents."
"Gosh, you're smart, Harry," said Cindy, momentarily withdrawing her mouth from his erect throbbing penis. "How do you keep from being recognized by your car license?"
"It's easy," Harry replied, and tried to keep on talking even though the thrills in his cock tried to occupy all his thoughts and attention. "For one thing, every night when I go out partying or drinking, I use some water paint and a small brush to change the numbers of my license plate. Like changing an '8' into a '9', or vice versa. Or changing a T into a '4'. There must be thousands of cars that look like mine in the city, so when any witness gives the police my altered number, usually somebody else gets tagged with the crime. It's happened a couple of times."
Cindy was so excited at this possible solution to the criminal charges against her husband, Tom, that she had to stop working on Harry's firm shaft. She wanted to scream accusations at him and run to the police with the story she had just heard, but she did not dare. Harry might kill her to protect himself from exposure as an habitual hit-and-run driver, and he could easily deny ever having said anything to her. A hurricane of hopes and thoughts whirled through her head in the seconds before Harry said, "What are you stopping for now, kid? You can't leave me hanging in this condition. Get back to sucking me off, like you were doing. We've both been talking too much, so now you really get to work on my cock with your mouth and lips and tongue. Use your hands on me down there, too, on my cock and my balls. I've got one hell of a big 'come' on the way for you, to pay off for beating you at dancing. Don't talk, just suck."
Cindy was so pleased at having what might be most important evidence to prove Tom's innocence, and so enraged at Harry for his callous attitude about other people suffering for crimes he committed without a single worry, that she found it almost impossible to work effectively on Harry's firm demanding penis. She hated him so much she actually wanted to bite off his nasty cock, but then she knew that she would have to stay friendly with him until she could find some way to get him to confess to the authorities.
Now that she had all the information she could expect to get this time, she was anxious to get finished with Harry and his sex play as soon as possible, before he realized how damaging was the information he had given her. She used one hand to jerk frantically on the shaft of his stiffly demanding penis, while with her other hand she gently fondled his balls, wishing she dared really grab them and pull them right off him as her punishment for what he had so casually done to Tom and her. He MUST be the one who had really committed the crime of which Tom was accused, and he must be made to suffer for what he had so callously done to others without a single qualm of guilt.
The rapid tight stroking of her hand on his shaft combined with the occasional thrilling flick of her tongue across the turgid purple end of his penis soon brought Harry up to the edge of eruption. By using his hands to try to force her mouth down harder onto his cock Harry unsuccessfully tried to increase the oral increment of what she was doing for him. Then his eyes strayed over to where Alice, Babe, and Ann were hectically posting up and down on the stiff sexual steeds they were riding and this added visual thrill sent Harry past the point of no return.
Because she knew she had to pretend to like Harry, Cindy managed to suck in and swallow all the semen of his copious ejaculation without gagging in nausea. As soon as possible after he was finished she left him on the bench and would not let him feel or play with her body the way he wanted to. She was through with him for now, and the next time they met she hoped the ending would be quite different for everyone concerned. What she had to figure out now was how to get proof of Tom's innocence and Harry's guilt to the people who could help right this terrible wrong.
Cindy's mind was so full of these problems that she paid no attention to the finale of the evening when Gordon, Jim and Pater all erupted simultaneously into the vigorously pumping vaginas of the three girls who were riding them. All six participants in this bizarre race managed to achieve climaxes for themselves, so the race was called a three-way tie, with everyone winning and no losers.
When the party broke up presently, Gerrie noticed how preoccupied and thoughtful Cindy was. "What's the matter tonight, dear? Did losing to Harry and having to service him upset you so much that you can't cheer up even now that it's all over?" asked Gerrie as they drove home. "That Harry is an awful loud arrogant lout, I'll admit, and the way he beat you dancing was an example of the way he tries to cheat his way through life. I really feel sorry for Babe, his wife, but she must like being dominated by him or she wouldn't put up with it."
Cindy paused a long time before she replied. She was trying to decide how much of the truth she should tell Gerrie. Even though Gerrie was primarily interested in her as a partner for lesbian love-making, Gerrie had really been very helpful and a true friend during the first difficult days at the Skyway. Finally Cindy decided that she could trust Gerrie with the whole truth of her problems and about Tom being in jail accused of criminal hit-run driving that killed a child. When Cindy got Tom back home it would mean the end of the lesbian relationship between the two girls, but Cindy was sure that their friendship could stand that loss. Gerrie was so much smarter in the ways of the world and how to get what you needed from people, that she would be a really valuable ally in Cindy's coming fight to prove Tom innocent of the terrible crime he was unjustly accused of. Telling Gerrie all about everything was a chance Cindy was willing to take.
Just before they reached Gerrie's apartment, Cindy broke the silence which had marked the trip. In a frightened but hopeful voice Cindy said, "Gerrie, we've been pretty close friends for a couple of months, now ... and I mean friends in many different ways, as you know. Up till now I've never told you why I had to go to work as a topless go-go dancer at the Skyway. Tonight I want to explain a lot of things to you. And then I want your help and advice in how to do something that is very important to me ... something that has to work out right if the whole rest of my life isn't going to be spoiled."
"You know I'll do anything I can to help you, Cindy dear," said Gerrie warmly, putting her arm around the younger girl's shoulders as a symbol of the promised assistance. "Just tell me what's wrong, and I'm sure we can work it out together, somehow."
Daylight was just breaking over the city when the two girls finally talked themselves out and had worked up a plan that might incriminate Harry and free torn.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next afternoon, following the plan that she had worked out with Gerrie's help, Cindy made a telephone call to Charley, the older politician who had been so attracted to her when she had first started working at the Skyway. When she finally got through to him, Cindy identified herself cryptically and diplomatically so as not to embarrass Charlet should anyone overhear their conversation. When he realized who she was, Charley sounded very glad to hear from her, and readily agreed to meet her at Gerrie's apartment at seven o'clock that evening, especially when Cindy informed him that he might expect to benefit in two ways, one politically and the other personally.
Then Cindy called Harry at his office, reminding him that he had suggested that they get together privately, without the presence of Babe or Gerrie or the rest of the wife-swapping group, for a secret special sex session. He was delighted to accept her offer, especially when she told him that there would be another girl present, so he would have two partners to work on him. He agreed to meet her at Gerrie's place at nine o'clock that evening and was looking forward to a real blast.
With their basic plan organized, Gerrie borrowed a small expensive tape recorder from a friend and the two girls experimented with different places to hide the microphone and machine, so as to be sure of taping everything that was said during the important meeting that evening. This was Gerrie's night off from work, and Cindy called the Skyway to tell Sam that she was coming down with a bad cold and would not be in to dance that night. Then they waited nervously for the arrival of their first guest.
Promptly at seven the doorbell rang and Cindy let Charley in. She was wearing her usual go-go topless costume of tiny snug colorful panties to accentuate the lush young beauty of her body which had first so charmed Charley. Immediately Charley leaned forward and gently kissed each of her jutting bare nipples as an affectionate greeting and then sat down to hear what this was all about.
Cindy introduced him to Gerrie who was also naked except for tiny exotic panties which displayed her lovely figure to exciting perfection. Cindy now promised Charley that he would be offered any sexual service and entertainment he like by the girls, but first they wanted to tell him about a serious miscarriage of justice they had learned about, so he could use his political influence to have a terrible wrong righted. This would also be very beneficial to him in his political career, as proof of his concern with the welfare of his constituents and his alertness in bringing criminals to justice.
Charley agreed readily to both ideas, and Cindy told him in detail about Tom's arrest on hit-run charges, and about how hopeless the case against him seemed. Charley knew of the case and all the notoriety it had received, so he was anxious to have his name linked to solving it. Then Cindy explained about the group meeting the night before, and about how Harry had been involved in still another hit run accident just before arriving. Charley had heard about that, too, and how the police were confused because the car license and the description of the driver had matched Tom and his car. Tom could not have been guilty of this crime since he was in jail and his car impounded by the police as vital evidence.
Then Cindy described her conversation with Harry while she had been paying off the bet she had lost so unfairly to him. Charlet admitted that it sounded like absolute proof of Tom's innocence and Harry's guilt, but that Cindy's word against Harry's probably would not stand up in court. Then the girls revealed that Harry was coming there to Gerrie's apartment at nine o'clock, lured by the promise of more sex with Cindy, and that the girls were prepared to record everything said when they got him boasting about his ability to get away with murder and flouting the law. With Charley as an additional witness to what he would say, the case should be air-tight against him.
Charley sat down, thinking over the possibilities of this case, and he realized that the more he was personally involved in the capture and conviction of this scofflaw criminal, the better it would be politically for him. He had both Cindy and Gerrie stand close beside him so that he could caress their exposed bodies for his pleasure while he worked out the details of bringing Harry to justice if he confessed again to his crimes. Charley could not actually grapple and fight with Harry to capture him, because of the obvious difference of forty years in their ages. Out loud he wondered if he should have the police standing by to take Harry into custody after Charley had heard the incriminating evidence, but Gerrie assured Charley that she could cope with Harry if that became necessary.
There was still almost an hour left before Harry was due to arrive, so the girls offered to provide their guest with his sex kicks now, in advance of his help. He accepted gladly, suggesting that Cindy again stimulate his penis orally, as she had done the first time, at the Skyway, while Gerrie take off her panties so that he could play with her pussy as well as the rest of her exquisite body.
He unzipped his trousers and loosened his tie, lying down supine on the bed in preparation for the thrills the two girls were going to supply. Cindy's hand and tongue soon had his weapon rising firmly, while his gentle fondling of Gerrie's breasts and crotch added to his excitement. Considering his age, his passion mounted rapidly and his body was heaving instinctively to the erotic stimulations he was getting, with a minimum of exertion on his part.
Now as his climax approached, Charley pulled Gerrie over toward him so that her vulva was close above his straining eager face. Cindy's mouth, tongue, and hand were working frantically on his stiff penis, and Charley lovingly thrust his mouth up into Gerrie's crotch, licking and sucking the hot moist tissues for his own satisfaction as the passion in his loins erupted and overflowed copiously into Cindy's ardently sucking, tongue flicking mouth. After a few moments he calmed down and arose from the bed, thanking the girls for a most pleasant and thrilling episode.
With the girls sitting around in their near nakedness for his entertainment, they all sat quietly chatting and planning for the few minutes until Harry's arrival. When the doorbell rang and he was admitted, Harry was surprised to find that Gerrie was the second girl present. He disliked and feared Gerrie ever since she had defeated him in their fight a month or so previously, but she was so physically attractive as a girl that he would enjoy having her service him sexually if she was willing.
Charley's presence was casually explained by telling Harry that Charley was a rich old playboy who got his kicks by watching others perform. He was paying the two girls to provide sex for Harry while he watched, Cindy explained, and that might excite him enough to be able to do something himself later. Harry was identified to Charley as being a very virile young man who could show the older man lots of action, and as being a very smart and shrewd operator in other ways, since he could get away with lots of things that would get normal people into serious trouble.
"Gosh, I sure admire a fellow who can get away with things," said Charley, playing the part of a stupid rich man. "With my luck, if I drop a match in the gutter, I'm likely to get a ticket for littering or obstructing traffic."
"I know what you mean," agreed Harry boastfully. "But if you're real smart and careful, you can do almost anything and not get caught. Well, come on, girls. Let's get going on the games that Charley wants to see. We don't want to disappoint him or cheat him tonight, do we?"
The two girls made quite a production of undressing Harry, playing with his penis lightly as they did so, with the result that he was firmly erect and excited by the time they had him nude. Harry strutted around displaying his rigidly aroused masculinity for Charley's benefit, and then he laid down on his back on the bed, near where Charley was sitting, so the two girls could start working on him. Gerrie was already completely bare, and now Cindy removed her tight little panties so that even her cute little pussy was exposed for the entertainment and use of the men.
Cindy started off by manually playing with Harry's upright rigid cock, occasionally giving it a light sucking kiss with her full lipped sensuous mouth. Pretending to be impressed by Harry's shrewdness, she said admiringly, "Hey, Harry, while I'm working you up for your first 'come' tonight, explain to Charley how smart you were in not getting caught after that auto accident last night."
Then her mouth engulfed the whole end of his swollen penis so that he would not consider how potentially, dangerous it would be to confess his crime in front of a strange and unknown man. Harry smiled with satisfaction at having his penis so delightfully stimulated and having a chance to boast of his illegal cleverness. Gerrie was letting her breasts sway right over his chest, so Harry reached up and began to clasp and squeeze them as he said, "The thing is, you don't ever stop at all after a hit-and-run accident, so nobody gets a good chance to see you or get a look at the car license. If the person you hit is badly hurt you'll read all about it in the next day's paper, so why get involved when you probably couldn't help them at the time without getting in trouble yourself."
Gerrie was now dangling her nipples above his face, just out of reach of his mouth as she asked, "But what if someone does get a good look at your license number and manages to remember it and tell the cops?"
Harry reached up with his mouth and sucked briefly on each of Gerrie's pink exciting nipples before he replied, "Any time I'm a little stoned, or have had a few drinks before driving, I take special precautions against getting caught."
"What special precautions?" asked Charley with awed interest. "I sure wish I knew some special way not to get into trouble with my car. I've had two parking tickets and a speeding ticket so far this year."
Cindy increased the vigor of her manual and oral actions on his penis so as to take Harry's mind off the danger of what he was about to say. Harry's hands were groping and probing deep in Gerrie's crotch, occupying all his attention as he answered, "I use water-paint or crayon to change the numbers on my license. There are lots of cars that look something like mine, and if I get caught with the changed numbers, I'll just claim that some kids must have done it for a prank and I don't know anything about it. Also there are lots of people, men, who look something like me, so at a quick glance nobody can really make a positive identification on me, since I never stop to give them a good look at me."
Cindy was jerking and sucking on Harry's straining erect penis and she knew that he was close to ejaculation and not thinking clearly about what he was saying. She winked at Gerrie, whose pussy was now being avidly licked by Harry, and Gerrie raised her crotch from Harry's face to ask, "Can you get away with that trick more than once? I should think the cops would catch on that there was something fishy after the first time."
"Keep that up, Cindy. It feels so wonderful," gasped Harry. Then he reached up and pulled Gerrie's hot wet pussy down onto his mouth again as he answered, "The cops know there's something fishy about some of the accidents I've been in, but they don't know about me. They couldn't pin anything on me, anyway. God, your pussy is sweet and juicy to suck, Gerrie. I can't get enough of it."
Within seconds he was heaving his hips wildly from the dual stimulation of cuntlapping and being sucked off, and immediately he was spurting his hot semen into Cindy's mouth as evidence of the effectiveness of their sexual techniques. He lay quiet for a few moments, physically drained, and then he sat up looking proudly at Charley. "How was that for a show, Charley? Did you like it? Don't you wish you could get in an act like that?"
"Yes, that was pretty good. But I'm sort of disappointed that you shot your load so soon. I hoped the evening's games with the two girls would last longer. But I guess that's all for tonight."
"Hell, no, old man," boasted Harry. "That's just the first act of tonight's show. Give me just a few minutes to get my pencil reloaded, and I'll be ready to go on for the second act. When Harry performs with girls, he shows how a real man operates. And for the next round of this bout, I want a pussy massaging my cock. That hand and mouth act is just for preliminaries."
"You can really do it again so soon?" asked Charley in assumed admiration. "You sure are quite a man, the way you take on the girls, and get away with murder, and out-smart people like you do. How does your wife feel about all this?"
"Who cares what she thinks?" sneered Harry as he puffed on a cigarette and sipped a refreshing drink to recuperate his energies for further demonstrations of his vaunted virility. "My wife does what she's told. That's the only way to treat women. If she doesn't like what I do, she knows enough to keep quiet and not bother me with her worries and complaints. I live the way I want to, and nobody is going to stop me."
"That's a real man's philosophy, I guess," said Charley with pretended admiration. "The smart tough ones get what they want, and the rest of us just get what's left."
"You'd better believe it, old man. And I'm the guy who takes what he wants in every way."
All this while Cindy and Gerrie had been boosting Harry's opinion of himself by affectionately playing with his penis and allowing him free access to the more exciting areas of then delightful young female bodies. His hands were squeezing and pinching firm jutting breasts, and probing demandingly into heated crotches, in order to excite himself for a second demonstration of his abilities for Charley's benefit. The more the girls kept him occupied with sexual thoughts and actions, the less likely that he would realize how dangerous his boasting talk about his hit-and-run accidents could be.
In less than half an hour Harry claimed he was ready to go again, and the rigid state of his newly aroused penis seemed to back up his claim. The enthusiastic cooperation of Cindy and Gerrie, plus Charley's obvious envy and admiration, gave the arrogant young man an unjustified sense of well-being and his own importance. At Charley's suggestion, so that he could clearly see every aspect of the coming action, Harry stretched out on his back on the big bed. Gerrie knelt astride his waist and slowly lowered her hot gaping pelvis down onto his stiffly upright cock, allowing it to poke excitingly around her vulva before finding the warm juicy entrance of her vagina. As Charley watched with fascination, Gerrie slowly impaled herself on his rigid shaft, writhing her body and slowly pumping her hips as Harry's cock gradually penetrated full deep into her pelvis until she was sitting on his outstretched thighs.
"Now we're getting somewhere, kids," grunted Harry as Gerrie's pulsing hips squirmed her vagina thrillingly on his sensitive penis. "Mouths and hands feel fine on a man's cock as a build-up, but it takes a hot tight juicy pussy to give him the real thrills he wants."
"I'll bet it does, Harry," said Charley in pretended admiration. "A real swinging guy like you, tough and smart, sure has a perfect life. Not a chance of any trouble for you from your wife or from the cops. Right?"
"Right. My wife doesn't dare make any trouble for me. And the cops are too stupid to ever catch me." Harry pulled Cindy over towards him on the bed and began roughly fingering between her legs for his own entertainment as she squirmed in discomfort from the roughness of his actions. Then he continued, "I figure if you do a thing often enough, you get to be good at it. I've played around with and screwed hundreds of girls, so I'm a good cocksman. And I've gotten away with at least six hit-and-run accidents without getting caught, so I'm good at that, too. The cops now have one unlucky guy in jail for an accident I had a couple of months ago. He's tall with dark hair, and has a car something like mine, but the main thing against him is that his license number is the same as I changed mine to. You probably saw a lot about it in the papers a while ago. I ought to feel sorry for that guy, but really I'm just glad I was smart enough to get away with it."
Now Harry was nibbling and licking at Cindy's easily available crotch as Gerrie was pumping her vagina vigorously up and down on his penis. Harry was so involved with enjoying these wonderful sexual attentions that he did not sense danger when Charley casually asked, "How do you feel about the people who were injured or killed when you hit them and then dashed off without helping them?"
Harry stopped sucking Cindy's pussy long enough to say, "That's just their touch luck. If they hadn't been in the street where I was driving, they wouldn't have been hit. Why should I worry about stupid jerks like that?"
Charley sensed that Harry was now, under the exotic stimulations from the two girls, on the verge of his second climactic eruption, and he didn't want the cruel selfish heartless arrogant young man to enjoy that pleasure. "OK, girls. Stop now. That's enough," he called.
"Hey, you can't do that, old man," protested Harry angrily. "I'm just getting set to shoot my load again. If they stop now, you'll leave me with a set of aching nuts till I can use another girl. If you want to use these broads for hauling your ashes, just wait till I'm finished,"
"You're finished already, Harry," Charley informed him as the two girls got up obedently, leaving Harry frustrated and strongly unsatisfied. "No more sex thrills for you tonight or for a long time to come. In trying to show what a shrewd guy you are, you've outsmarted yourself this time."
"What are you talking about?" demanded Harry as he sat up glaring at his three opponents. "Is this some idea of a gag? Do you think you can scare me or blackmail me?"
"I'm not trying to blackmail you, Harry. I'm just putting you under arrest," Charley told him.
"What for? And who are you to try to arrest me?" asked Harry as fear began to get through to him.
"For confessed manslaughter, maybe murder, and for hit-run driving," replied Charley calmly. "I've been a deputy sheriff here for about twenty years, so I can take you into custody and turn you over to the proper authorities for trial and punishment. Everything you've said here tonight can be told on the witness stand by me and these two girls. And everything has been tape recorded as further evidence against you."
As the full impact of these statements hit Harry he glanced wildly around for some way of escape. Then he realized that he was stark naked, and his clothes seemed to have disappeared. As his eyes flicked over the nude forms of the two girls he had found so exciting only a few moments before, the sight was uninteresting, distasteful, and even a little frightening. But what could he do? He had to do something, to get himself out of this terrible mess he'd gotten into.
As a deputy sheriff, Charley might have a gun, and Harry knew from bitter experience that it did not pay to tangle with Gerrie, so Cindy was the one enemy he must get to, to use her as a shield and hostage against the attacks of the other two. Pretending to admit defeat, Harry began to move toward Cindy.
"None of that," barked Charley. "Stay right where you are if you want to stay healthy. I have a very important phone call to make about you."
"Wait a second, Charley," interrupted Gerrie quickly. "We can't just all stand here like this indefinitely. We ought to tie him up so that we can get dressed before the police arrive."
"We can't get close enough to him to tie him up," replied Charley. "He would hurt someone badly."
"He won't hurt me," said Gerrie confidently. "And he knows it. He's tried before and he always lost."
Now as Harry saw justice closing in on him, he went berserk in his effort to escape punishment for his sins against society. He made a wild lunge for Cindy as the most vulnerable of his opponents. Gerrie stretched out a long tapering naked leg and tripped him. As he fell heavily to the floor Gerrie was on top of him and quickly had one of his arms wrenched up behind his back, her fingers interlaced with his, so that any further struggles on his part were not only futile but extremely painful.
Then came the final indignity for Harry. While Gerrie held him helpless on the floor, Charley and Cindy took the long thin strong nylon waist-cord from one of Gerrie's negligees and tied it tightly around Harry's whole genital system, including his penis and scrotum. Now harry was ordered to his feet and led to stand with his back to a heavy iron-work chair.
With Harry effectively immobilized, Cindy and Gerrie quickly dressed so as to be presentable when the police arrived in response to Charley's phone call. The sight of Harry's humiliated helpless nakedness made the cops laugh until they learned the nature of the crimes he was accused of. Then their mood turned to anger, and they led him by his genital leash, still naked, out to the waiting police car and then to the police headquarters.
Through Charley's considerable political influence, Tom was released from jail within hours after the verbal and taped evidence against Harry had been presented to a local judge. The whole case against Tom was immediately dropped, and the preparation of an airtight case against Harry had begun.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Tom and Cindy first got back to their apartment after he was released, they both felt sort of awkward and shy. It had been so long since they had been alone together in their home that they felt almost like strangers. Both of them had been through harrowing, difficult and shameful experiences which had flavored their lives, but they both truly hoped that their long separation had not diminished or spoiled their love for each other.
In spite of all the carnal experiences which she had been forced to endure, with Sam, with Gerrie, with Charley, and with the despicable Harry, Cindy was proud of the fact that no man but her husband had ever put his big hard thing into her pussy. That was the best part of marriage, the Real Thing, and it was a mutual experience that she would only share with her loving husband. Her hands and her mouth had been defiled by the cocks of other men. and her pussy had been explored by Gerrie, but as far as the Real Thing was concerned, the important part or marital fidelity, she was as chaste as the night over a year ago when she had come to him as a virgin bride.
Now they were standing in the apartment, looking at each other questioningly, wondering if they could take up life again right where it had been snatched from them months ago when Tom had been unjustly arrested and taken off to jail. Cindy looked up at him and with a tear-choked voice said, "Oh, I've missed you so much, Tom dear. In so many different ways. It's so wonderful to have you back home with me again."
"Being back here with you is wonderful for me, too, darling. I was so lonely and depressed without you," Tom replied sincerely. "I'm so thankful that they finally found out who really hit that child that night. It made being in jail and way from you even worse, because we knew that I hadn't done it."
Then without any conscious signal they were tightly clasped in each other's arms, trying to span the weeks of their terrible separation by the closeness of this embrace of reunion. As they clung together, both Tom and Cindy were aware of the sensations beginning to stir in their bodies after their long emotional famine. Tom knew that he loved her and wanted her more than he had ever dreamed possible. Cindy knew that she wanted to be a perfect sex partner for him, canceling the awful things that had happened during his absence by the ardor and variety with which she would please him from now on. What she had learned while working for his freedom would now benefit Tom because of her increased knowledge and techniques.
Cindy blushed, and with a shy smile up at her adored husband she whispered, "I don't want to wait, darling. I hope you want me as much as I want you tonight."
"I sure do, Cindy. Let's not waste time getting started," said Tom, quickly picking her up in his arms and kissing her hungrily as he carried her in and placed her tenderly on their big bed.
"Just a second more, dear," cooed Cindy bouncing up off the bed and quickly stripping off her clothes. "I want to undress you myself, in a special way I dreamed about when you were away and I couldn't do it."
In all her glorious nakedness, Cindy know knelt before her husband and unzipped his trousers. She deftly pulled out his hardening penis and sucked the end into her love famished mouth, as he looked down in thrilled fascination. Now her hands were busy loosening his belt and dropping his trousers about his ankles where she helped him step out of them, her lips and tongue still exciting his maleness to rigid arousal.
She looked upward into his face and saw his thrilled approval while her hands unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Then came his shoes and socks, her hands working feverishly while her mouth continued to provide the ultimate intimate caress of true lovers. As soon as he was completely nude, her lips released his penis and he helped her with gentle eagerness to her feet. Holding his bar-hard member in her hand, Cindy led him toward the bed, saying, "I'm all ready for you, darling. We can't wait much longer now, after all these weeks."
Tom pulled her down onto the bed beside him and whispered, "I want to kiss you, too, for a moment. Just to make sure you're really ready."
With Cindy lying warmly quivering on her back, Tom crouched at her feet and took one of her slim ankles in each of his big hands. Raising her feet and spreading them wide he stared lovingly into her exposed gaping pussy, its tissues already moist from her mounting excitement. Then he leaned forward and buried his face in her crotch, his lips and tongue mutely expressing the depth and violence of his love for his exquisite young wife.
Cindy moaned and writhed with pleasure under this ardent sensual stimulation, her hands clasping Tom's head in guiding appreciation. After a moment she thrust his face away, murmuring, "No more now. I can't stand it. I'll be going off without you. And I want us to go off together. I want the Real Thing."
She eased him over on his back, and before Tom realized what she was about, she was kneeling astride him, her knees beside his waist and her pelvis poised above his rigidly upthrust penis. Instinctively Tom's hands went out to cup and fondle her lush young breasts, both giving and receiving the total carnal pleasure of their love. Now Cindy leaned slightly forward over him and used one hand to guide the swollen purple head of his penis into the entrance of her love canal. With her eyes closed to savor her feelings to the utmost, Cindy now heaved and wriggled her hips as she settled slowly onto his upright staff. When she was fully penetrated and impaled on the male emblem of her passion she opened her eyes and smiled down in deep emotional ecstasy at her beloved husband.
"The worst times were when I'd think that we might never be able to do these wonderful things together again," she whispered. "But now you're home and we are together again. We can do the Real Thing, and it's even better and more beautiful than I remembered. I love you so much, Tom. I couldn't live without you."
"I worried all the time about us, too," said Tom in a voice that was hoarse with tension. "Being back with you is the best thing that could ever happen to me."
Without his conscious volition, his hips now began to pump a slow rhythm, and Cindy's pelvis beat a sensuous counterpoint that accented their carnal stimulations. Cindy leaned down and ardently kissed his lips, but most of the time their attention kept focused on each other's faces, seeking visual confirmation of their present togetherness after the cruel tragedy of their enforced separation.
Tom's hands kept wandering over her smoothly rounded body as though to make certain that this was not another frustrating dream. Her bold bare breasts, her slim taut waist, her satiny flaring hips and buttocks, and her long silken tapering thighs all received his appreciative and ardent caresses. He sensed the smooth controlled firm muscles beneath the exquisitely formed surface, although he did not realize that all her strenuous dancing exercise had contributed to her superb physical condition. Her whole body glowed with health and vigor, now that she was reunited with him, and all her energies were available for his pleasure as well as her own.
As she delightedly stroked her hips up and down on Tom's surging penis, Cindy could feel the inner clasping excitement of her vaginal canal working her up toward a superb climax of the Real Thing. This would be more than mere physical stimulation' this would represent total emotional involvement as well, a complete giving and receiving of the exquisite beauty of their love for each other. Tom's hands roving so tenderly over her body were sensitizing every tissue he touched so that she tingled all over with pleasure under his caresses and pumping carnality.
Tom knew that he was almost at eruption so he tried to hold back and wait for Cindy, simultaneous orgasms were so wonderfully rewarding for both of them that he hoped Cindy was rapidly approaching her own climax so they could vault together into ecstasy. For her part Cindy made no effort to restrain herself for she knew from past experience that her wild demonstration of sensual pleasure at such times always triggered Tom into ejaculation within seconds of her own eruption.
Higher and higher swirled their emotions as this mating, symbolic of their reunion in body and soul, became more and more intense. As the sensual excitement within her rose to unbearable exquisiteness, Cindy fell forward on top of Tom, her legs stretching out parallel to his, and the movements of her pelvis became more rhythmic throbbings in place of their former powerful strokes. She buried her face in his neck and ground her full breasts against his chest in spasms of pure carnal frenzy. At that moment she felt him tense and shudder beneath her as his heaving thrusting penis spurted the semen of his passion deep into her eagerly receptive body.
Time ceased and they existed in an ageless maelstrom of pure ecstatic delirium, each of them hoping that the other was experiencing the same ultimate pleasure to the same exquisite degree. They felt the heavenly closeness that two true lovers can enjoy with and for each other. No other expression of love could demonstrate as much beauty and intensity in every way.
Eventually a semblance of sanity returned to them and their eyes met, searching for confirmation of their total love, given and received mutually. When Cindy slowly rolled off him and lay close beside him, basking in his proven ardor and her uninhibited response, they knew that this separation was only temporary and meaningless. In every important way they would always be together.
Suddenly Cindy burst into tears and was sobbing rhythmically against him. Tom leaned over her in alarm, caressing and comforting her as he asked, "What's the matter, darling? Did I do something wrong? Didn't you like what we did together?"
"It was wonderful. Beautiful," replied Cindy between sobs. "It was just as good as I knew it would be. I guess I'm just crying because I'm so glad to be back with you, and thinking about how much we might have missed."
They lay for a while in close tranquility, glowing in the beauty of the love reflected back from each other. Few words were spoken, but their feelings of peace and happiness and mutual acceptance were indelibly communicated by gesture and sighs and intuition. Finally Cindy became aware of some other aspects of her normal house-wifely duties, and she asked, "Are you hungry, darling?"
"Only for you, Cindy," replied Tom, rolling toward her and beginning to nurse gently on one of her pert pink nipples. She purred with pleasure and he felt the deliciate nubbin become firm in response to his loving.
After a few moments she shifted so he could suck and tongue flick her other nipples, and in this position she could reach down and tenderly stroke his flaccid penis as it lay limp against her silken thigh. In a whisper she told him, "I've been starved for your love for so long, I think I ought to be fed again, darling. Can we try soon?"
"How do you want to be fed?" asked Tom, aware that his penis was already hardening excitedly under her loving fingers. "And where do you want it?"
"The best love-food comes from only one place," she told him, smiling in anticipation. "From your cock. And there's only one place to feed it to me, darling. Right into my hungry pussy. That's the only way to satisfy that part of my ravenous love for you."
Her hand had been squeezing and stroking his member as they talked, and now she murmured in mock alarm, "I don't know if I can take such a big dose of loving as I feel here in my hand. It's so long and thick. And getting so hard."
"It's a problem I think we ought to work on," Tom told her gently, delivering a warm kiss to her pouting lips. "If we both try, we may get the key in the hole, and that might open up some interesting possibilities. Are you ready to give it a try?"
"Any time, darling. Any time at all," Cindy purred contentedly, stretching and writhing beside him while her hand continued to excite his penis. "But on one condition."
"What's that? Of course, your suggestion is granted before you ask it," he told her as he kissed her again.
"This time let's do it the old-fashioned way. Let's do the Real Thing. I think that's the best way of all," she told him seriously as she rolled over onto her back, her knees raised and spread to receive him, while she still held her firm grip on his big erect organ. Then she let go with her fingers and giggled happily as she said, "Let's see if he can find his way into me without help. Maybe he's been away so long he's forgotten where to go. I hope not."
Tom crouched over her, his legs between her widespread welcoming thighs and his weight supported on his knees and elbows. They both laughed gaily as Tom probed against her hot hungry vulva with the blind but eager tip of his rigid tool. After a few minor adjustments of the angle and position of her fevered pussy, Cindy felt the firm end of his lance lodge within the entrance to her vagina. She heaved her hips upward and felt her husband's erect maleness begin to slide thrillingly into her slippery greedy hole.
"I've felt a funny sort of itch way up inside me there for so long," Cindy giggled happily as their bellies ground together. "And now I've found the only perfect way to stratch it. Having your big dingus in me makes everything feel wonderful and right again. We're really us, and I'm really me, for the first time since you went away."
Now Tom was slowly and instinctively stroking his penis up and down within the tight wet clasping folds of her vagina, being careful not to crush her with his weight, but enjoying the feel of his belly on hers at every stroke and the thrilling contacts of her erect nipples against his overbearing chest. His eyes gloated in pleased wonder at her love beaming up at him from her flushed face and worshipping eyes.
To provide extra thrills for both of them, Cindy was heaving and writhing and twisting her pelvis beneath his rhythmic powerful strokes as he pumped them both toward another orgasm. Now her feet were locked back of his knees to give her better mobility and a feeling of even greater closeness. Her hands were under his arms and around his back, as though to hold him from escaping her impassioned embrace. They were together again and nothing must ever part them.
The stroking friction of Tom's legs against the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs added to the sensation that were thrilling Cindy. She arched her back up so that her breasts and nipples would be further stimulated against the hair of his surging chest above her. The metered pounding of his huge shaft was making her whole pelvis respond with a delicious clenching rhythmic beat that was somehow in tune with the entire universe.
Now she completed the wonderful rhapsody of taking him completely into herself and her love. She dragged his head down and sucked his tongue into her mouth, giving him sharp but exciting bites with her teeth. Her legs surrounded him, her arms surrounded him, her pussy surrounded him, and now her mouth completed her loving possession of him in every possible way for their enjoyment. Nothing could conceivably bring them any closer, she knew. But then Tom added one more detail of intimacy.
He lay fully on top of her and reached down with his hands to clasp and knead her firm round buttocks with his powerful hands, drawing their bodies even closer. Every fibre of their flesh flamed with the heat of their mutual exploding passion. Increased by the deep emotional quality of their love, their individual sensations became overpowering in intensity, driving both of them out of this prosaic world into a heaven of unbelievable carnal bliss.
Their straining bodies continued to throb together in divine pulsing ecstasy that transcended anything they had ever experienced before. This sublime expression of their love for each other was almost too beautiful to be endured and Cindy found herself wondering if she could survive such intense feelings for long and still appear to be a normal girl in other ways.
When their hearts had stopped pounding and their bodies had calmed a little, Cindy whispered to her new-found husband, 'Welcome home, Tom. Our love will last."
