Chapter 11
Nothing had surprised the shit more out of Tom than to be told by his boss that Friday that he was entitled to a one-week vacation and that it was arranged for him to take it, starting the following Monday. As his boss told him, "All expenses paid, you must have somebody up there who-likes you, Tom. Just check with payroll, they'll give you a check and complete in formation."
He had.
Payroll had indeed given him a vacation bonus check, and had also informed him that James Smithers was picking up the tab for his vacation expenses. He was being flown to a health spa in California, near San Francisco, located right on the Pacific around the Big Sur Country.
He really didn't know whether he wanted to go or not, much less why this sudden stratagem was pulled on him. Until he checked with Cindy, and she informed him that she was going, too-also courtesy of James.
He made a hasty call to June, who told him the exact same thing. She added, "I'll tell you one thing, Tom, it's not going to be a boresome foursome. We're going there for more reasons than our health, I can assure you on that."
Power, Tom thought ... that fucking James had more power than I thought ... he can really make wheels turn when he wants to-I'll bet he's got some trick he's going to pull on us-
And, since Tom still hadn't thought up an alternative plan to get Cindy back for himself-much less to stop the separation (and divorce) of James and June-he decided that he'd better go along for the ride and, if James pulled any shit on him, to wing it, to improvise his retaliation right on the spot.
What else could he do?
So-he did it.
And, here they were, all four of them-accommodated in the same room, yet-in the California health spa, having just completed a day filled with calisthenics, swimming, dieting, jogging, tennis, yoga, meditation, and thinking impure thoughts. That last part being that they were all horny as hell by this time.
And, as far as booze went, nothing to drink but carrot juice. Even James couldn't break the booze barrier with the wheels who ran the spa. Absolutely no alcohol allowed, and that was that.
They were all sitting around their room, wrapped in terry cloth robes. June had hers open so that a lot of cleavage was showing, while Cindy, playing it more discreetly, only let her left nipple peep through. Tom and James kept their genitals completely covered.
"Well, what do we do now?" Tom said, yawning. "I don't see any TV, so we can't watch the late movie. There's no cards around, so we can't play strip poker. And I didn't bring any books, and I guess nobody else did, either, so there's nothing to read."
"Aren't you tired after the exhausting day we've all spent, Tom?" June asked, with a touch of mockery in her voice. As she said that, she thrust her titties toward Tom, as if to emphasize her question.
Cindy said, "I feel like fucking. But then, I usually do."
When she said that, Tom noticed the quick gleam in James' eyes, the possessive way he looked at her, as he said, "I think Cindy is right, there's certainly nothing else we can do for the evening's entertainment. So, why don't we all fuck each other?"
Tom began to get suspicious immediately. Of course, he was sure in any fucking contest, with his youth and stamina, he was bound to be the winner. Yes, he was. Yet-James must know this, too-he must be setting him up for some trick, but, what?
Tom yawned again, as he said, very casually, "Well, who fucks who, then? Hetereo or homo? Cindy and me, June and me-or you and me?"
June laughed, enjoying the needling Tom was giving James. Cindy pouted, as if she thought Tom's comments were in bad taste. James scowled at him, a hostile look coming into his eyes. No one said anything for several seconds.
Tom, not waiting for any reply, untied the belt around his terry cloth robe and let the front swing open. His cock looked pretty long and strong, even when at rest, and he stood up to let it swing a bit, just to emphasize his masculinity. Yawning again-on purpose, to make everyone think he was really bored as shit about the situation he said, "Well, if we're going to fuck, let's decide."
"I shall decide who fucks who, if you don't mind," James interrupted him, his voice harsh, almost hostile.
"Says who?" Tom challenged him, swinging his genitals in James' direction.
June and Cindy exchanged apprehensive glances. The atmosphere of conflict hung in the air now, like poison gas.
James stood up, and opened his robe, too. Of course, his cock could hardly compare with
Tom's, but he made an aggressive show of his masculinity as he said, drawing himself up to his full height, 'The man who pays the freight calls the shots. And, since I'm picking up the tab for all of us, I'm going to make that decision, as Tom so delicately pout it, on who fucks who."
"Who fucks whom, dear," June corrected him.
"Fuck you, sweetheart," James snarled back at her.
June, her eyes opening wide in surprise and disgust, tried to say something. But, before she could, James had walked over to her, picked her right up off her feet, and dumped her down on one of the beds.
Then, he tried to stuff his limp dick right into her mouth, as if to really demonstrate to her who was boss. She, at the same time, tried to bite him.
"Hey!" Tom said, angrily. "You don't have to be so fucking violent, do you? You married her, but you sure as shit didn't buy her like a fucking dog, so why treat her like one?"
James, who had pulled his prick from her mouth just in time to avoid his wife's teeth, was now holding June down and slapping her in the face with his limp dick.
Cindy was just sitting in a chair, watching the proceedings, and expression of bemused, if not bond, innocence on her face.
She was just about ready to leap on James, when June got her elbow in his balls, giving it to him good.
James gave out a tortured moan, and, falling backwards, collapsed on another bed, holding his balls with his hands. June continued to lie on the other bed, her eyes burning with hatred, her fists clenched.
No one did anything for a few more minutes.
Until James, who recovered sufficiently to sit up, looked them all over and said, sarcastically, "All right, it's time to fuck, and I propose a fucking contest, winner take all."
"What do you mean?. . Tom asked suspiciously.
"I mean, that if I out fuck you, young man, I get all the goodies. I get to keep both Cindy and June"
He was interrupted by both Cindy and June; Cindy said, "Hey, you're not marrying anybody, because I'm not giving you a divorce for any reason!"
James got off the bed, stood up, and walked across the room to pick up his briefcase. He unlocked it, and dumped the contents on the bed where June was still lying, almost covering her in a shower of green.
Money.
Hundred-dollar bills.
"Hey," Tom said, "how much bread does all that add up to?"
Cindy started to move toward the bed, her hands outstretched, as James said, "Money talks, and my money talks loudest of all. Winner take all, including this money, which I counted out at $100,000."
Tom whistled appreciatively. "Wow, a hundred grand!"
June muttered, "Why, dear-that's our entire net worth-you must have cashed in-all our stocks-bonds."
"Of course I did!" James explained. "Now, it's my turn to fuck, and if I out fuck your young stud there, why then, June my dear, I get to keep everything-you, Cindy and the money."
"What kind of fucking rules are you talking about?" Tom asked, his eyes scrutinizing the mass of money on the bed.
"Only one rule, young man-he who keeps it up the longest and fucks the most gets the goodies, and that'
Tom shrugged. How could James even dream that he, twice Tom's age practically, could out fuck him? He was getting suspicious; something was wrong somewhere.
Still, he'd better play along-he really had no choice-and besides he had to count on his youthful vigor to pull him through, someway.
"Well, then, what the fuck are you waiting for?" Tom said. "Start fucking, let's get the fucking show on the fucking road then."
So saying, he yawned extremely obviously, and just laid down on a nearby bed to watch the action.
"Hey, where do I come in?" Cindy asked, pouting, getting angry at suddenly being ignored. She shook her long hair defiantly at James, and opened her terry cloth robe all the way, her lush young breasts thrusting forward at the older man.
"Just come over here, my dear, and climb in bed with June, and you can join the party."
"I'm not a lesbian, what the fuck do you think you're going to do to me?" Cindy protested.
Angrily, James shouted, "Get your sweet ass over here, Cindy, and shut up! I know what I'm doing. You're not going to fuck June, I am-and I'm going to fuck you, too, both of you at the same time!" He paused for breath. "Now, get in bed with June, and then I'll get in bed with both of you."
Reluctantly, she walked over to June's bed, shedding her robe on the way. June also removed her robe and dropped it to the floor.
Cindy, still feeling strangely about the situation, carefully climbed in June's bed so that their bodies were barely touching each other. Still, she liked the feel of the money against her skin, and began to pick up and toss some of the bills around, as if playing with confetti.
Then, James climbed in bed with both broads.
While Tom still played his waiting and watching game, from the nearby bed.
Tom also noticed that the sight of June and Cindy naked and sprawled together was starting to affect his prick. Well, he would use it later; but, no sense in putting on a jock strap now.
James began to kiss and fondle Cindy, while June got on his back and began to goose him in the ass. Not too much, but enough to let James know that her finger was, in effect, going to fuck him.
James started laughing, as June kept up her tickling of his ass-hole, her breasts and their now-taut nipples rubbing against his back. He, in turn, was pressing his chest against Cindy's also-taut nipples and bounteous breasts, while he was kissing her all about the face, rather like a friendly dog licking and lapping over its master in a show of affection.
James could feel his prick starting to rise, due to the intimate sexual stimulation he was getting. He began to press his growing prick against Cindy's stomach, and got in some good rubbing of her clit. She wasn't surprised to feel her clit getting nice and erect; partly due to James' prick, and also, in good measure, due to the fine feeling of all that money she was lying in.
She was surprised that James seemed as sexually aggressive as he was. She remembered the last time, when she'd really turned on the power, and almost short-circuited his fuses. She was hesitant to really blow his mind, to really give him a possible heart attack; yet, she noticed June grinning, also using her hands to really turn her husband on, and Cindy thought, fuck it, I'll give the old bastard all I've got, if I can't take him away from that ass-hole wife, of his, I deserve to get my ass thrown into the fucking Pacific Ocean.
So, Cindy began to let her sex all hang out. She was feeling erotic without forcing it, anyway, so her breasts pushed even harder against James' chest, and her cunt lips started to chatter their sexual message to him. She moved her crotch so that her cunt lips were touching his cock, and she could feel the quick response from his cock almost immediately.
At the same time, June was really working him over, her own cunt starting to churn, her own erotic feelings aroused. She wasn't going to let that young cunt Cindy have all the fun, much less out fuck her own husband. She dug her breasts against his back, her finger deeper into his ass-hole, and also started licking and sucking at his ears, her tongue an avenging sword of sexual arousal.
James was starting to sweat.
He was really feeling the intense heat of sexual arousal himself, as he felt both squirming, wriggling female bodies jammed next to his. His prick was really growing, and he could feel the tightness of his balls jammed hard into their ever-shrinking scrotum.
He and Cindy were Frenching nicely now, their mouths tightly jammed together, their tongues wrapped around each other like two people shaking hands. He had got his tongue most of the way into her mouth, and she was really fighting back, trying to push it back into his own mouth, even while their tongues were both entangled.
They were sweating, too, these two cunts, both fucking him in their own ways.
While Tom still watched and waited, wondering what the fuck was going to happen next. And, whatever did, he would do his best to take advantage of it.
James was getting his cock into Cindy's cunt now.
Her cunt lips were opening wide, and her juice was flowing freely enough for him to get it into her, inch by inch. She had her hands around his waist, her fingernails digging into the soft, pliant flesh of his buttocks. She was feeling more erotic by the minute, and she was determined to really give him a good fucking over; not only because Tom wanted her to. but also because she wanted to as well.
She felt his cock entering her cunt, and her muscles expanded, her membranes opened up. to give his prick passage.
Her cunt clutched his cock to her bosom, so to speak; inch by spreading inch, it slowly drove its way inside, until, at last, it wasjamed all the way in, and his stomach was rubbing profusely against her clit, and the thrills of sexual enjoyment were blasting throughout her nervous system like 10,000 volts of electricity.
While June, whose clit was rubbing against James' ass as her finger was still diddling him in the ass-hole, was feeling pretty erotic herself.
She shoved her bulging boobs against his back, her erectile nipples jabbing pinpricks into his flesh. She started biting him on the nape of the neck, and she could feel his shudder under her onslaught, as she was also trembling from the stimulation of her clit.
June's juices were flowing, now almost as fast as Cindy's, which was pretty good reactions, considering the fact that James' cock was in Cindy's cunt and not inside June's.
James was really feeling weird, with June's finger up his ass-hole. He tried to fart, to force her finger out; but, he couldn't concentrate on that not while Cindy's cunt giving his cock the best workout it had ever had, so far.
Cindy was coming now.
Her cunt was pouring out pussy juice, and he could feel it drenching his crotch. She was humping away at him, and he could really feel her sex working out on him. She was giving him almost enough pressure to knock his cock out of her cunt, if he hadn't kept on shoving it inside harder and deeper, even while she was coming.
Her orgasms increased in intensity, and he could feel her body squirming like a snake in the bed. It was so crowded the three of them looked like one strange body broken down into three separate parts.
The bedsprings were squeaking in protest, almost loudly enough to send their vibrations out into the hall.
While this was going on, Tom decided to get out of bed, to get closer to the action. He got up, his cock getting stiffer all the time, and walked over to the crowded bed, so that he could get a better, closer look.
James' face was creased in agony, as he was apparently having trouble trying to come. Tom almost laughed at the sight of James' twisted, agonized face; he'd have been fucking away minutes ago.
June had her ass toward Tom, and, perhaps malevolently, Tom decided to goose her in the ass.
But not with his finger-with his prick.
He laid his stiffening prick next to her ass-hole, and began to rub it against her buttocks. She felt his presence immediately, and it inspired her to jam her own finger all the harder into her husband's ass-hole.
Which, in turn, caused him to press even harder against Cindy, to get his cock really jabbing inside her cunt.
And, under all these stimulations, he finally came.
like a series of firecrackers exploding, he started shooting his sperm into Cindy's palpitating pussy. She gulped down all he could give her, as he spasmodically erupted inside her.
Yet, at the same time, he was straining, trying to keep his prick hard, to fuck her that much longer. But, from all the pressures bearing down on him, he couldn't quite make it.
Cindy, feeling his cock softening already, stopped kissing him, and started complaining vocally. She cried, "What the fuck is the matter with you, James? You're not fucking me right, you're getting too fucking soft!"
Tom, however, was getting hard, ever harder, as he started to shove his cock up June's ass-hole. June' could feel him pushing away at her sphincter muscles, and she tried to open her ass-hole to accommodate him. Her cunt was churning, and her juices were spilling out all over the bed and all over James' ass, as June now went into orgasm.
Cindy's pussy was still pumping James' prick, trying to keep it up. James was huffing and puffing like a 90-year-old man, just trying to keep up with both broads, even as he felt his prick dying.
Tom, now jammed nice and tight into June's ass-hole, started to come, and June could feel his steady stream of sperm pouring into her sphincter muscles.
She buckled, her body heaved, under Tom's pressure from his prick husband's ass-hole, causing him to scream in agony as he felt her sharp, probing fingernail nick his sphincter muscles.
His cock was temporarily given a reprieve, as he started to spurt more sperm into Cindy's cunt. Cindy's cunt also clutched his cock that much harder, her muscles refusing to give him up, so to speak.
Thus, all four were fucking away; but, of the four, James was by far the most uncomfortable, the one who was straining the hardest to keep up.
Fearful of losing his bet to Tom-and now noticing Tom fucking June in the ass-James strained his muscles to the breaking point, in one final attempt to really let Cindy know he was going to out fuck her and Tom and June and anybody else who just might happen to drop by.
But-
He had not paced himself; he had overreached himself.
He felt his heart respond. In the negative.
His breathing became diffuse, his throat felt throttled, and he started to gasp and cough and wheeze like a dying old man. Cindy could feel this happening, and it started to scare her, so much so that she started screaming and crying, while her cunt was still clutching his dying cock.
June noticed it, too, and a chill swept over her as she realized exactly what was happening.
Tom, naturally, couldn't help but notice what was happening to James, as he said, to no one in particular, "Guess he's fucking himself to death, isn't he?"