Chapter 10
"Cindy, what the fuck is this all about?"
"Tom, just listen to me, and I'll tell you. It's really a scheme for both of us to get our hands on some money." She pouted, suggestively, as she continued, "After all, you don't make much money, you know, and we do need some things that money can buy-so why not have James' money do the buying?"
They were in the apartment, in bed together.
Tom was quizzing Cindy about the so-called
"divorce" that James Smithers wanted from June, in order for James to "marry" Cindy.
"Look, Cindy, all I know is that June's husband-and June told me this was the straight scoop-wants to divorce her and marry you. Now, where the fuck does that leave me?"
As if to emphasize his question, he tweaked her clit, snapping his fingers against it, feeling the appendage respond and her body shiver with delight.
"Tom-not while I'm talking-"
"Just keep on talking-I'll keep on playing-" He paused, adding, somewhat edgily, "If you're going to marry this guy, I better get all the fucking I can from you right now, before you split this scene."
"Oh, Tom, have you no confidence? In me? In yourself?" she asked, as her hands played with his hair. Both his head hair and his pubic hair.
She continued, "Look at it this way. Suppose James does divorce June and marry me. He's not such a young man any more, lots of things could happen to him. Why-" She paused, her lips really pouting, an evil smile appearing on her other wise innocent face, "-he might have a heart attack, or something. Lots of big businessmen do, you know."
Tom almost whistled in admiration.
He still wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, if she was really planning, as she seemed to indicate, to set things up so that James just might depart the world and leave his money to her, of course. Exactly what June had in mind; except, that June wanted the money for herself, and naturally no divorce.
He moved his fingers up to her breasts, and began to squeeze her titties, his thumbs flicking her nipples. He could feel her bodily responses, and she could feel his tender, talented fingers working out on her.
"Tom-please believe me-things will work out-just fine-just let me handle things-my own way-for a change-"
Her own way.
He thought: you've always been getting your own way with me ever since we've been living together, so what the fuck is the difference anyway?
He wished he could trust her completely.
But, at the moment, with June's and Cindy's conflicting desires-as far as his hot young body was concerned-he really didn't quite trust anybody any more. Anybody who came equipped with clit and tits, that is.
He began to think that possibly both June and Cindy were using him, were exploiting him, both of them wanting him as a love object, a sexual stud, to satisfy their own insatiable desires, with no particular consideration for his feelings. He thought: talk about women's liberation-I need some men's liberation-for myself-
Perhaps, he thought further, my best idea right now is just to play along with both of them, keep fucking them both until I spot some advantage I can take or until I get some game plan going. Just play it by ear for now. Or, by cock for their cunts.
"What are you going to do, Cindy? Marry him, and then slip arsenic in his coffee?"
"Oh, Tom!" She reached over to scratch his scrotum, and he almost jumped in response; her fingernails were filed down smoothly, and she had a way of getting him sexually aroused like few other females did. "Nothing that obvious or stupid, you can be sure. I just think that something can be worked out to satisfy both of us-"
She let that sentence trail off, like smoke from a cigarette. She looked at Tom, with plenty of love light in her eyes; they were glowing like burning coals, her eyebrows arched like a cat's. She said, "And, after I marry James, and after he passes on, then I'll have all that money and we can be together permanently again-"
"Unless you marry some other guy in the meantime," he blurted out, and was immediately sorry the second those words escaped his lips.
"Well-if you feel that way about it-"
Tom cursed himself for not keeping big mouth shut.
She started to get out of bed.
"Hey. Cindy-where the fuck are you going-"
" "I'm a free agent, so where I'm going is really no concern of yours. You don't own me, you know," she said, as she started to get dressed.
Tom thought: enough is enough.
As she was starting to slip into a blouse, he simply grabbed the garment away from her. Then, he pulled her back into bed again. She started to struggle, but he got her down, and then he got his mouth against hers.
He started to kiss her hard, giving her a couple of love bites on her lower lip. He heard her breath draw back in response, and then be got his tongue inside her mouth and started to ream her mouth membranes.
She could feel his tongue working out, like a cock in her cunt. She was tempted to bite him back; but, his tongue was caressing her tongue, and lapping so nicely at her moist mouth membranes that she began to get a good feeling from his tongue's touch.
Kissing him back, she instinctively moved her body closer to him. He reached over, and began playing with her big boobs again, his hands gently stroking her base and the bottom of her boobs, in contrast to his tongue, which was stirring up her mouth like a poker in hot coals.
She was making no effort to leave him now.
And, he sensed that he was again, as always, turning her on. He thought that, for the moment, his best bet was to go along with her, but to keep up the pressure, to keep on fucking her so that she'd sure as shit know the basic difference between James and himself.
James might have more experience-and, due to their obvious difference in ages, there was nothing he could do about that-but he had more sheer strength, and more sexual longevity, more staying power, of that he was sure.
She was really responding now, so he gave her a last touch with his tongue and, removing it from her mouth, he got his hands in her crotch and moved his mouth over to her breasts.
He started to lick her breasts, the left one first, his tongue gently licking at the hardness of her outstretched nipple. He could feel er body really reacting now, and she could feel those juices in her cunt starting to churn.
His tongue moved on, licking across her left breast down to the base and around the base, and then back to the nipple again.
When he was finished with her left, he did the same with her right.
She was feeling his prick now, and she noticed that it was not quite hard enough.
So, when he was finished licking her breasts, she moved her head down to his crotch and started to suck his cock.
No licking this time; all mouth action.
She got his cock inside her mouth, and gave him just a touch of teeth. She felt him wince-he felt her teeth touching his cock and it gave him a sexual thrill-and then, she let her lips crush smoothly against his cock, her tongue come along and touch its tip.
Her mouth membranes began to ream him as she started to suck his cock, drawing great gulps of breath from her throat, drawing him further and further inside her great sucking mouth.
He felt as if his cock was sliding right into her cunt, the way she was working out on him.
Her saliva was salty, but smooth as cunt cream, as she sucked and sucked away. She could feel him growing inside of her, and he could feel that his prick was becoming long and strong, the more she sucked.
He got his finger into her cunt, and felt her wetness. She was plenty wet, her juices flowing nicely now. He smiled with anticipation; he'd fuck her good, good enough for her to remember who was her favorite fuck, James or himself.
When she felt that he was hard enough, she stopped sucking, and took his cock from her mouth. Then, she kissed him tenderly-on the eyes, nose, and, finally, the mouth, with lots of tongue.
She spread her legs, her toes turning upwards, and he climbed on top of her and raised his cock over her cunt like a hammer over a nail, or a screw over its socket. He made a few dramatic .gestures, as if he was going to beat the shit out of her with his prick.
She laughed, digging his sense of humor.
Then, he began his descent, slowly, his cock getting closer and closer to her cunt. He touched her clit, giving it a good nudge on the way down, and she responded by grabbing his balls and yanking his cock all the way down herself.
His cock hit her cunt lips, and they parted immediately to let him inside. He could feel his cock sliding along her well-lubricated cunt, touching all her interior walls in its journey. Her pussy membranes parted to let his prick inside, and she began to let her juices flow that much more freely, her body shivering and shuddering as she felt him touching all of her.
As his cock finally made it all the way in, he eased his body down? on hers, his chest pressed hard against her bounteous breasts. Her nipples creased his skin like pinpricks.
He began to work out on her, and she started squirming like a worm on a hook.
He got his cock really touching all of her cunt membranes, and she started to come in earnest.
Her haunches heaved, her pelvis pulled itself upright, and her back arched like a fucking cat with a fucking cunt, as he drove into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
She was snuggling her head close to his, kissing him in the ears: He had his hands around her neck, yanking at her lovely red hair and caressing the nape of her neck at the same time.
His rhythms were steady now, and" he was still holding back, letting" her orgasms rise and fall like tidal waves, letting her know that he would give her satisfaction when he was good and fucking ready, and until that time, she could scream for it all she fucking well liked, but she'd only get it when he, not she, decided.
From her moans and mutterings, he could tell she was almost on the verge of begging for it. Her orgasms were increasing in intensity, and she was perspiring enough now to drench the bed in sweat, still, he waited, feeling the strain on his scrotum, feeling his prick stretched out like a clothesline-holding back-waiting for what he considered the magic moment-
When he'd really give her a flying fuck to remember him by.
And, at the crest of her biggest and best orgasm, his timing impeccable, he let it all hang out.
He came.
like a box of dynamite going off, he exploded inside her with all the force he could muster, all the sex he'd been saving up, and really jolted her all the way to her hair follicles. His sperm spurted out in a steady, flowing stream, and her greedy pussy membranes gulped the stuff as fast as he could churn it into her. He fucked her and he fucked her, constantly calling up more sperm in reserve, blasting her pussy's insides until she had a bomb crater for a cunt.
He made her cry for more, and he gave her more.
By the time he was finished fucking her, they were both fucked out, and she'd felt his prick inside her pussy as never before. She was almost too exhausted to get herself into the shower and clean herself up.
But, she had to.
Because, it was Friday night, and she had a date with James.
Oh, yes, the switching had been increased to three times a week, now, Monday and Wednesday and, of course, Friday. It had, however been more like a two or three out of four vote margin, rather than unanimous decision.
When she was cleaned and dressed-in a pink pants suit with a low-V neck-she kissed him good-bye, and went happily on her way.
He lay back, exhausted, thinking that he'd inspired her on to greater sexual heights with James Smithers. And, as June had pointed out, letting Cindy fuck him with renewed vigor would be bound to have some side effects on June's husband that could-hopefully would-be beneficial to both of them.
He would, of course, be seeing June soon.
But, he was in no hurry; he just lay back, marshalling his strength, staring at the ceiling, thinking that he'd better come up with a game plan pretty soon or he might get his ass knocked right out of the ball park.
While he lay there, thinking, trying to figure out such a plan, Cindy was on her way to meet James.
James had gone himself one better this time.
Instead of taking her up in a plane and flying her over the mountains and lakes, he had chartered a private jet, especially for her, and was flying her to Chicago, less than an hour away. She was to meet him at the airport, taking a cab there; she had put on some huge dark glasses and a long, floppy hat, plus her pants suit covered any other identifiable characteristics from any possible prying eyes.
When she got to the airport, there was a message for her in the reception room. The message told her to go to a particular exit ramp, which she did, where the private jet was waiting. A girl waved her on board, after checking a few Ld.sof hers, just to make sure.
James, wearing black tie and a dark blue formal ensemble, was waiting for her inside the plane.
Though the plane could easily accommodate many more, they were the only two there.
She was impressed, to say the least. She did some quick calculations, and figured out that, for this evening alone, it must be costing him in the thousands.
Of course, since it was Friday, they wouldn't be flying back until the next day, so they would have all that evening to be on the town and all of the next morning to sleep before departing. A nice deal, all around.
"Cindy, my dear, you have never looked lovelier," he said, rising and kissing her hand, European style.
She thought: he's really gone bananas over me this time, I'm really in solid with him.
She said, "Thanks, James, I can hardly say how much I dig the way you've set up this scene for me."
"The pleasure of your company is more than sufficient, my dear," he replied, offering her a glass of champagne from the iced bottle next to their seats.
She looked him over as closely as he did the same with her.
He was more tanned, apparently from the sunlamps in his gym. His face was quite wrinkle-free, and it even looked as if his beginning bald spot had been stopped (or a toupee had been conveniently placed there). He was almost as suave-looking as one of the hosts from a late night talk show on TV.
She sat down next to him, crossing her legs. He reached over to pat her on the pussy, trying to feel if her clit was getting up there for him. It wasn't; not yet. In return, she fondled his crotch, noticing that his prick started to swing into action the second she touched it-through his pants. She thought: he's really got the hots for me, maybe I'll pull this marriage bit off with him-if he gets his divorce-
His divorce-
Sipping his champagne, he said, as they removed their hands from each other for the moment, in order to better handle their drinks, "June has agreed to a trial separation, Cindy, I must tell you."
She almost spilled champagne on her crotch in her eager acknowledgment of that information. Her voice was excited as she said, "Hey, that's great! How did you talk her into that? She must have really fought you with everything she had-"
"No trouble, my dear, not after a civilized discussion, in which I pointed out the advantages of such a situation to her."
He thought: yes, I had to promise her Tom on a permanent basis-but it's worth it-to get Cindy exclusively-
"Well, that's encouraging then, James. How long a separation do you figure before the divorce becomes final?"
"One year," he replied, his expression never changing.
She sputtered, "What the fuck is this shit? You mean you got me all hot and bothered to marry you-and we ve got to wait one full fucking year-before the divorce even comes through?" She paused, trying to get her temper back under control. "And just how fucking long after that can we get married-like two or three years-"
She was interrupted by a warning voice-pre-recorded-advising them to fasten their safety belts, as the plane was taking off. He helped her do that little thing, and then fastened his own.
She sat there, her back braced against the seat, as the plane took off. She didn't say anything more until they were airborne at their cruising altitude and speed, and then she unsnapped the safety belt and snapped right back at him.
"All right, James, when are we going to get together legally? What's the story?"
"I don't like your tone of voice, Cindy, please lower your voice and listen to me, and be calm and quiet while you're at it."
"Fuck you!"
Smack!
With the back of his hand, he gave her a good one on her left cheek. He hit her hard, and her head snapped back. Before she could even cry out, he belted her another one, on the right cheek. Through her tears, she was still able to see the sudden flash of anger in his eyes, and it helped to sober her up, mood-wise.
He gave her a silk handkerchief to cry in, apologizing for his treatment of her but, at the same time, telling her that she should watch her mouth and be civilized around him, or suffer the consequences.
When she was through sniffling, she took a good long drink of the champagne, knocking off one glass-full at once. She guzzled down a second glass-full, too, and poured herself a third glass, which she just sipped at as she mumbled an apology.
"Please, Cindy, from now on, no temper tantrums."
"All-all right, James-I'm sorry-"
He sipped his own champagne, then said, "Now, Cindy, don't worry, we can still see each other as before. In fact, I was thinking of moving our outings up to four or five nights each week." He paused, adding, "But, as I said before, the second the divorce comes through in one year from now-we shall marry, and that will be that."
She thought: all right, you middle-aged mother-fucker I'm going to fuck Tom plenty before that one year is finished-and then I'll take steps right after we get married-to finish you-
She was surprised at the vehemence of her thoughts, and almost equally surprised that he hadn't said anything to her about Tom. Surely, he must know that, under the switching arrangement, she would still be seeing him. And, how would four or five, out of seven, nights of the week work out for all concerned? There seemed to be some sort of an imbalance there-
As if divining her thoughts, he said, "Of course, you'll have to have Tom as much as you've been having him, I suppose. It wouldn't be fair, otherwise. Only-" He winked at her, conspiratorially. "-you don't have to give him quite as much loving as myself, do you? I mean, you can save most of it for me, can't you?"
She thought: so that's his play, that double-dealing bastard-he wants me to crap out on Tom-
But, she had already planned to keep Tom around, of course, to try and fuck the old fart half to death, to wear him out, sexually speaking, so that she and Tom could still make the ever-loving scene together.
She took another sip of her champagne. Things were just too fucking complicated these days. Best to play it by ear; and, best to turn on the pussy power for James, too, to see if she could start to wear him out, or at least down.
She said, "If I spend most of my time with you, instead of Tom, you better believe I'll be spending more sexual energy on you, James." She winked, lasciviously, "You know what I mean?"
He patted her breast, as he nodded, and continued to sip his own champagne.
They didn't fuck around too much on the plane, because they were both dressed to go out right after the plane landed at Chicago.
When they arrived at the Chicago airport, they took a taxi to Michigan Avenue, where he had arranged for a room in a plush hotel, with a view overlooking the lake. Then, they took a cab to a restaurant on the near north side, in the heart of the Gold Coast entertainment district, where they had some fabulous French cuisine-washed down by the appropriate, and quite expensive, wine.
Next, on to a floor show, where one of the old-time Chicago comedians, who usually played Las Vegas, was back in his home town. There was a young, handsome singer also on the bill, plus the usual orchestra for dancing and chorus girls for prancing.
They did a bit of dancing, and he held her so close that their crotches were interacting; he was dry-fucking her all over the dance floor, and she dry-fucked him right back, causing him to grin as if to say: "I've got my pussy, people, go out and get your own!"
Naturally, they had to sample a few late-opening piano bars and celebrity hangouts before retiring. So, they didn't get back to the hotel until about five in the morning, and since the sun was to rise about that time, he kept the window shades open, while they lounged on the silk sheets of the massive four-poster bed and looked out at the lake.
"Don't you think it's romantic to make love while watching the sun rise, my dear?"
"Yeah, I dig, it's very cool." Then, she seemed to hesitate, adding, "But how can both of us see it rise if one of us is on top?"
"A good question, my dear, but I have an even better answer," he aid, tweaking her titties. "We make love while lying on our sides, you facing the lake, and I can see the sunrise reflected in the mirror on the dresser right beside the bed."
She looked around, and saw that he was correct.
The sun started to come up, flooding the horizon with beautiful shades of red and yellow, causing the lake waters to shimmer like a rainbow.
She felt for his prick, and wasn't surprised to discover that it was pretty hard already.
As his hands caressed her breasts, squeezing at the base as if those tits were oranges in a supermarket, she clutched his cock, her expert fingering working over his tip and rolling back the foreskin. She began to knead it as if baking bread, and it wasn't too long before his prick was swinging into action, good and stiff and ready for some fine fucking.
He continued to play with her boobs, fondling them here, squeezing them there, his thumbs tweaking at the erectile nipples. As he did this, she gradually pulled his prick up against her pussy, for she could feel that she was certainly wet enough inside to get him in without any difficulty at all.
She pressed his prick against her pussy lips, and they parted to let him inside. She put her hands around his waist, getting a good grip on his ass-her fingernails were longer than usual, and she intended to make full use of that fact-and pulled and pushed his prick inside her pussy all the way, feeling his width stretch her pussy membranes almost to the breaking point.
Then, feeling his chest pressing hard against her breasts, almost squashing them down flat, she began to give him some expert riding. In short, she began to initiate the sexual session, still thinking of what Tom had told her, to "fuck the old fart until he bleeds."
She got her tongue to work, too, slipping it inside his ear, trying to duplicate the motions his cock was making inside her cunt. He could feel her tongue probing his ears, as if she was fucking him; he could also feel her pussy muscles contracting hard on his cock, and his prick began to throb and ache as much as his bursting balls.
She went into orgasm, and her juices started to flood the bed and drench the silk sheets, as well as their crotches. She was humping him pretty good, and he was trying hard to hold back, to keep from having a premature ejaculation, because she was really fucking the living shit out of him.
And, he noticed that, in his memory, she'd never been quite this aggressive or passionate before. He was, at least briefly, beginning to feel his age.
But-he couldn't complain-could he-She was really going into orgasm without end, fucking him like a maddened mink, her cunt churning like an erupting volcano, her pussy juice pouring all over the place. He was almost ready to shout, to cry out, to tell her to stop, to slow down, to take it easy when he came.
And, it wasn't a very good come this time. He was much too nervous, too surprised, at her onslaught. He could only give out two or three quick spurts of sperm, before he was completely fucked out, and his prick was slowly dissolving like snow under a hot sun, his prick growing limp as a faggot's handshake inside her pussy.
While she was still going strong.
And, if she had teeth in her cunt, they were holding his cock prisoner, refusing to let go. He had no choice but to let his cock remain in her cunt, until she was finished with her multitudinous orgasms.
And-
The way her cunt was blasting away-
He suddenly realized that, like a thief with his hand in the till, he was caught-and stuck-for now-and longer-