Chapter 12

They were together in the Smithers house, in the Smithers bedroom, in the Smithers bed. Tom and Cindy and June. But, not James.

"It was a lovely funeral," Jane said, as she rubbed Tom's kneecap affectionately.

"Yeah, he really was like a master of ceremonies, he was the center of attraction," Cindy agreed, as she began to squeeze Tom on the buttocks.

"Good thing there was still enough money left in the estate to pay for it," Tom commented, from his position in the center of the bed, between the two females.

There had been.

And, there was also the house, which was now owned by June Smithers.

As she reminded them, by saying, 'Tom, it seems to me that you've got the best part of the bed, and you're all guests in my house, so why shouldn't I have the best part? It's my house now, you know."

"Well," Tom said, putting on airs of indignation, "I can always take my cock and go someplace else where it's better appreciated."

He started to get up, making it appear as if he was actually going to walk right out of the bedroom.

June patted his thigh, her other hand giving him a quick twist on his cock, as she said, "Now, Tom, I was only kidding. Can't you take a joke?"

"Sure I can, but your husband sure couldn't."

June looked puzzled, as she asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that stuff he shoved into his system," Tom explained. "All those aphrodisiacs and that special drug to make his cock stay stiff for hours on end. He was a walking drug store, trying to be so fucking serious about sex, trying to set up an impossible contest with me in bed for you two chicks."

They nodded in agreement.

Tom continued, "Yeah, that was so dumb. He should have known he'd overload his heart, especially pumping himself full of those extra sex hormones as he did."

"He didn't need to do that at all," Cindy said, almost sighing, her expression suddenly downcast. "I would have waited for him ... a year isn't so long....he didn't have to fuck himself up..." She started to cry. " ... and now he's gone..."

"He had no right to divorce me, I'm his wife!" June interjected angrily, giving Cindy the dirtiest of looks.

"Hold it right there!" Tom said, rather loudly, as if he suspected the two females might start a fight. He added, "June, it was your fault in the first place, you're the one who started this switching situation by fucking me, you know."

"Oh, so that's how it all started!" Cindy exclaimed. She reached her hand over Tom and tried to gouge June in the eyes with her fingernails, but Tom grabbed her wrist and forced her hand back, saying, "And you're equally to blame, Cindy, because you believed all this bullshit about him divorcing June and marrying you."

"That's right, he never would have done it," June said, positively. "He was just using that as an excuse, trying to have the best of both worlds."

"Who are you to talk? That's what you wanted, with Tom and James-one for a lover, the other for a husband!" Cindy retaliated, still trying to get her fingernails on June's flesh.

"Knock it off!" Tom shouted, forcibly restraining both of them. "Knock it off, before I knock you out-both of you!"

From the savage, almost primitive look in his eyes and expression on his face-plus the definitive snarl in his voice-they could tell that he meant exactly what he said.

They both relaxed, laying back against the bed, lying next to Tom, their hands reaching toward him.

"Well, I guess all's well that ends well," Cindy said, reaching for Tom's cock. "I've still got my Tom for myself."

"Like hell you have!" June snarled. "He's mine too, you know..."

Whack!

And again, whack!

Tom gave them both a smack right on their asses with the back of his hand, and they could feel his knuckles as he did so. They shut up immediately.

"Look," Tom said, addressing them both, "we're all living together, so we should make an effort to get along. After all, I'm taking care of both of you now."

"But it's my house," June interrupted.

"He's my man," Cindy stammered.

"And it's my money!" Tom stated. "Remember, that hundred grand is invested in my name, and neither of you two will ever get a penny of it unless you treat me the way a man should be treated."

"A rich man," June said.

"A loving man," Cindy added.

Tom could hardly disagree.

For he and Cindy had moved into the Smithers house shortly after James' funeral. And not only that, but Tom had quit his job, too, as soon as he'd safely invested the money from James' briefcase. He would get between five and ten thousand in interest every year, and while that wasn't a hell of a lot, it was enough for the first year or two, which he intended to spend bumming around, doing some traveling and just fucking around in general.

With Cindy.

And, with June.

For he had come to the conclusion that June had done something right for him, without exactly intending to, after she had first fucked him.

That is, she had turned him on to the idea of two women-one for sheer sexual exuberance with her youth, and the other for the maturity and experience of an "older" woman.

So, he was sticking with Cindy, but still keeping June around. He had no intention of marrying either of them, but he wasn't about to tell them that. Let each of them think they could get him eventually for themselves. That way, each cunt would fuck her titties off to try and satisfy him more than the other.

Competition, that was the name of the game.

And that was how he intended to keep both of them on their toes-or on their ass, in bed.

Let each try to out fuck the other. With him as the recipient of fucking favors from both of them. A good scene.

"Well, ladies," Tom said, winking at both of them, "don't you think it's time you put all your fine words into practice? I feel like fucking, and both of you sure better feel the same, or I'll just have to take a drive to the town whorehouse. He suddenly stopped talking.

Because Cindy was kissing him on the mouth.

And June was doing the same with his cock.

He smiled inwardly; he knew now that both of them were going to try to see which he would fuck first.

And, as far as he was concerned, it would be both of them-one in the cunt with his cock, the other in the cunt with his tongue.

He engaged Cindy's tongue with his, pushing hers back into her mouth, where he started to ream out her moist mouth membranes. His tongue was as aggressive as his cock, and he soon had her tongue begging for mercy, as he really went to town in her mouth.

He could feel June's masticating mouth slurping all over his cock, drawing it deep inside her mouth, her tongue lapping at its tip. June was breathing steadily, her mouth rhythms approximating the tempo of her cunt, which was already starting to churn.

As was Cindy's cunt.

Tom knew this, without sticking his finger into either fissure.

But. .

He got a finger into each female's cunt, and discovered that, to his touch, Cindy's cunt was the hotter but June's muscles were responding the better.

Who to fuck in the cunt?

Flip a coin, if he could.

He kept up his passionate, probing kisses on Cindy's couth, while June's lips never stopped sucking his cock. His cock began to grow long and strong again, and as it expanded in length, he was still wondering in his own mind-who to fuck first?

He could feel Cindy's warm breasts and their stiff nipples against his chest, but June's fondling fingers were massaging his buttocks in a lovely manner, too.

Finally, he broke his kissing from Cindy's mouth, and pulled his cock away from June's mouth.

He began to fondle Cindy's breasts with one hand, and June's boobs with the other. Cindy's seemed larger, but June's seemed firmer. Again, one balanced off the other; advantage versus disadvantage. He still couldn't decide who to fuck first.

They both tried to snuggle closer to him, sort of jockeying for the preferred position, whatever that might be. Cindy on his left, June on his right.

"Listen, ladies," Tom said, talking to both of them, "I'm going to do it this way. When I count three..." They looked at him apprehensively, wondering what he was going to suggest. " ... I'm going to close my eyes, and the first cunt that touches my cock, that one gets fucked. The other girl gets my tongue in her cunt. Got the message now?"

They both nodded, eyeing each other warily.

He let go of both of their breasts, and simply lay back, his eyes looking toward the ceiling.

He started to count.

"One..."

The women, still looking over each other, moved closer to him. "Two..."

They both extended their hands, and jockeyed their pelvises into position for a fast frontal onslaught on his crotch.

'Three!"

He closed his eyes, and awaited their next moves.

He felt two bodies suddenly fall on top of him, both at the same time. He could hear angry breathing, snarled curses, and sounds as if they were smacking each other a few times.

He waited.

For a few seconds, he thought he felt two cunts strike at his cock simultaneously. Then, there was only one cunt, dripping with juice, its cunt lips pried open to receive him. He felt his cock start to slide into it, but he couldn't yet detect which cunt it was.

Then...

Another cunt closed over his lips, its juices also dripping, this time right into his open mouth.

As the first cunt kept sliding down further on his cock, the second cunt began to exercise its membranes over his mouth. His tongue snaked out to greet it, and he began to lick and suck at this thirsty, greedy cunt upon his mouth.

He still didn't know which was which.

But, he felt the first cunt now slid into position, had grabbed all of his cock into its great, sucking maws. He felt hot juice and warm membranes, and he began to stab at it with his probing, prodding cock.

He thought he outht to open his eyes and sneak a look around, just for the fuck of it. But, when he tried it, the second cunt's stomach was covering his eyes, so he couldn't really see a fucking thing.

And, neither by cock in cunt nor by tongue in cunt-neither by feeling or taste-could he tell which one he was fucking and which one he was sucking.

Well...

Nothing else to do but to lie back ... And enjoy it.

He thrust his cock upward, and felt the cunt respond with an orgasmic reaction of its muscles. He felt the pussy juice pouring all around and over his prick, as he jabbed and stabbed.

While, at the same time, in his mouth the other cunt was also going into orgasm after orgasm, and his tongue was digging in as deep as it could, licking and sucking and swallowing the lovely, flowing liquid.

He could feel pussy juice drenching his face, flooding his crotch. They were coming like twin waterfalls, flowing fast and smoothly.

He couldn't hold back and longer.

So ... why should he?

He came.

With a great, forcible thrust toward the ceiling, he fired off his rounds inside one cunt, his tongue at the same time stabbing as deeply into the other cunt as it could. Both cunts felt the force of his sexual blows, his prick and his tongue reaming and creaming both of them.

He could feel his sperm spurting into the cunt around his cock, while his tongue continued to lap away at the cunt over his mouth.

He still couldn't tell which was which.

But ...

So what?

He was fucking them both, and he could fuck them both any time, anyplace, anywhere he liked.

Which was, to him, one fucking fair exchange.