Chapter 10
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.