Chapter 13
When Tom next opened his eyes, he saw the crumpled sheets of the bed around him, but he didn't see any forms of flesh. Where had Cindy and June disappeared to? he wondered. Well, no loss right now, he replied to his own thoughts, because I could do with a little peace and quiet right now, anyway.
Suddenly he heard moaning sounds from the floor and he pulled himself up to his hands and looked over the edge of the bed.
It was hard to believe what he saw, but there it was right before his eyes! Cindy and June were playing "sixty-nine" right on the floor.
Cindy's head was buried in June's gleaming and soaking twat, and her tongue flicked in and out of the pink skin while her own hips bucked under the pressure of June's tongue in her own cunt.
Holy shit! Tom gasped to himself, although screaming aloud certainly wouldn't have disturbed the two women. Tom had never dreamed that the partner-swapping business would go this far!
His mind, and his experience, had limited him to the conception of heterosexual swapping, and he had never imagined that June and Cindy would ... especially after their fight for his cock ... Was it really possible?
He watched the two women work on each other with a sexual fury he'd seldom seen. Their hips moved into the rhythm their tongues had set up, and sweat poured out of every pore in their bodies.
"Oh, baby, come on!" screamed Cindy. "Give it to me, all the way!" Her body turned and writhed under June's gobbling mouth, and to release her own tension, she gobbled even more furiously at June's cunt.
The whole scene was turning Tom on. He couldn't help it, even though he wanted it to repulse him. He took his prick in his hand and squeezed the soft flesh of it until it filled with blood.
He felt the sweat pouring out of his face as he watched the turning, gyrating hips of Cindy and June right under his eyes. They didn't even know that he existed, so he wasn't worried about them hearing his movements or his panting.
He was getting quite hot now, and began pulling on his cock almost furiously, banging his fingers against the hardened rod of steel. Damn her! he swore to himself as he jacked off on the mattress. Damn that Cindy! She has got no right to do this to me!
Suddenly, he began to heave his hips forward and backward, alternately, following the movement of his own masturbation, and ejaculating onto the crumpled sheets of the bed.
Cindy and June were still going at it, but he was depleted, and angrier than ever. He jumped up from the bed and ran out the door, grabbing his clothes up on the way out. He would go back to his own apartment, and wait for Cindy, and when she got home, he would really give it to her.
Back in his apartment, Tom fumed. That bitch! What does she think she's doing? Well, one thing was sure-he would find out, and in a big hurry, too. That bitch had better come over here tonight! he shouted to himself.
He wasn't going to wait for her if she didn't make it to his house that night, that was sure. He'd hunt her out, search for her, until he found her, and then he'd rip her to fucking shreds, that's what he'd do.
Tom fumed around the house for the rest of the afternoon, waiting to hear from Cindy. He felt like tearing her body into little pieces and stuffing them into her cunt and then eating them out again. No. Cool it, Tom, he cautioned himself. Just cool it, and everything will be okay. You'll see, Cindy won't be in love with June, and she'll really be in love with you. She's a good, honest woman and her intentions were honorable all the time. She loves me, and she's not even aware of June's idiotic infatuation.
Sure of this, Tom cleared up the apartment, dusting and cleaning and fixing up things for Cindy, and then he waited. Sure enough, at about seven p.m., the doorbell rang, and it was Cindy.
"Hello, darling!" he cried, and embraced her heartily. All his anger was gone and all he wanted to do was fuck, fuck, fuck, all night long. He imagined having his prick inside her twat, and inside her mouth, and inside all the places that had insides.
He wanted that hot flesh of hers more than anything, and he let Cindy know it by the way he kissed her, his hot lips pulling at hers and drowning her tongue in his bubbling saliva.
"Darling." she said hotly, "do you want a drink?"
"Sure-do, sweetheart," he answered, rubbing his hands around Cindy's waist.
Cindy poured out two drinks, and motioned to the couch, where both she and Tom sat down, cuddled into one another and sipped on their drinks.
Tom had gasped when he saw her. He could hardly believe how beautiful Cindy was. It was obvious that she hadn't a stitch of underwear on beneath the filmy negligee. She hadn't changed, obviously, since she'd left June's place.
The opulent mounds of Cindy's tits stuck out enticingly against the black lace. Tom could just barely see the delectable outline of her rosy pink nipples through the fabric.
As always, Tom started to get unbearably hot when he saw Cindy in a slinky outfit. His finger were already itching to grab those tits. She got up for a minute, so she could display it to him.
With each step it parted and a stretch of creamy thigh showed through. It opened almost to her crotch. Occasionally he got a glimpse of her delicious pussy fur.
She sat down on the couch, and crossed her legs flamboyantly so that he got a glimpse of her cunt. Cindy had to laugh to herself at the effect she had on Tom.
He was obviously getting uncontrollably hot already. She could see him beginning to breathe harder as he poured his drink down his throat. She accepted the glass that he'd held for her and shot him a look that was pure sex.
She fluttered her long thick eyelashes, and clicked glasses with him. "Here's to our future together, darling." she purred up at him. "I've never been happier. I know that we'll have a long and lasting relationship. As a matter-of-fact," she cooed. "I think I'd like to stay with you always."
Tom finished almost the whole glass of champagne at only one gulp. Cindy was giggling inwardly, but she didn't dare show it. There was a wicked and mischievous streak in her.
She wasn't evil exactly, it was just that she enjoyed having power over people and she found herself in a position of power now, and she was enjoying the comedy of the situation.
Tom was sitting there, only thinking how beautiful she looked. He hadn't the faintest idea what was going through her cunning little head. She looked as beautiful and as innocent as an angel, with her blonde hair fluffed out over her shoulders. He didn't want to ask about June, because he knew it would start a fight.
They had a couple of glasses of scotch and then Tom started to feel pretty hot. As he looked at her sitting there, all he could think of was taking her clothes off.
There wasn't much to take off, but even that was in the way. He put his glass down and went over to her. He slid his hands under the filmy black negligee and ran them up the slender curve of her waist.
Cindy gasped in excitement when she felt his hot hands on her body. He began stroking and massaging the slender curve of her back and she moaned in pleasure. He took her glass out of her hand and put it down onto the table.
Then he slid his hands under the dressing gown and grabbed her voluptuous boobs. He squeezed them passionately, and she cried out in pleasure. He felt his desire rising like a flame inside him.
There was something about this woman that overwhelmed him. Her body turned him on instantly. Cindy was a woman to him, and his cock stiffened just at the sight of her.
He rubbed his hands over the velvet richness of her tits, and felt her nipples getting stiff and rock-hard. He began making gentle, delicate circles over her nipples with the palms of his hands. The lightness of his touch excited her tremendously.
He began to move his hands faster and faster, just barely grazing the tips of her nipples. Soon they were moving at lightning speed, and her breasts were flopping up and down as he passed over them.
Cindy's eyes were tightly closed, and she was beginning to breathe heavily. She was getting more and more relaxed. He glanced down and saw that her thighs were beginning to spread apart.
The more he teased her tits, the more she spread her legs. Finally, her crotch was wide open, and he could see right down into the delicious treasure. Her full enticing bush of pussy fur gleamed invitingly in the light.
He could see that the lips of her cunt were beginning to swell with arousal. They were spreading wider and wider apart, and were becoming red and thick with desire.
He could ,see that her cunt juice was beginning to flow heavily. It was moistening the thick lips of her pussy and beginning to stain the insides of her thighs.
He kept working at her tits, flickering his fingers back and forth at lightning speed. Soon she was arching her back, begging him to grab her boobs harder. He teased and teased her until he saw that she couldn't stand it another minute.
Then he grabbed her rich mounds of flesh in his hands and pulled on them with tremendous force. Cindy let out a guttural scream of excitement when she felt his fingers clutching at her tits.
He began to knead and massage her breasts skillfully, watching her excitement rising every second. Her pelvis was beginning to undulate now in the suggestive rhythm of fucking.
He could see her little cunt excitedly beginning to beg him to penetrate her. He dropped to his knees and pressed his face into the fragrant warmth of her bush.
He started to gobble her eagerly. He loved the taste of Cindy's pussy. He thought she had the sweetest cunt of any cunt he had ever sucked. He had sucked so many by this time that he had forgotten most of them.
But he knew that Cindy's cunt would always stay in his mind as being the very best one. He stiffened his tongue and began to run it up and down her luscious pussy grooves.
He stroked hard and fast and Cindy's excitement grew. She shoved her crotch into his face with all her might. Her hands were clutching the pillows on either side of her, and her eyes were tightly closed in pleasure.
Tom started to work at her clit, and she groaned as she felt him touch her there. He loved the feeling of the pulse beating in her clit. It pressed against his tongue in an insistent rhythm.
The rhythm of her pulse telegraphed a message to his loins. He felt his own pulse beginning to beat heavily in his crotch. His blood was on fire and his cock was getting stiffer and stiffer.
It was so engorged with blood that it was pressing frantically against his pants. His pants were so tight against it that they were almost painful to him. He continued to run his tongue along the delectable inner folds of her cunt.
Then he look her whole pussy into his mouth and sucked on it. He drew in delicious mouthfuls of her sweet vaginal juices. The taste was magnificent to him, and the heady fragrance made him feel intoxicated.
He sucked and sucked, drawing more and more of the juice into his mouth. At last, he couldn't stand it another minute. He wanted to luck her. He wanted to ram his big thick cock as far inside her as he could act.
He stood up and scooped her up into his arms. Her shapely body was so light that he could carry her easily. He carried her into the bedroom and placed her in the middle of the big double bed.
Then he unzipped his fly and ripped off his pants. In a Hash, he had himself totally naked. Then he leaned over and unfastened the top of her gown. He slid it off her, stroking her arms as he went.
In her own mind, Cindy knew that an important part of seducing a woman was in the way you undressed her. It depended upon the situation. Sometimes, you could rip a woman's clothes off, and she loved it.
She slid her hands around behind him quickly and grabbed the muscular cheeks of his ass in her fingers. She dug her long fingernails into his tender rump and he groaned in pleasure.
Then she began flickering her tongue in a circular motion over his ridge. He was getting hotter and hotter. "Oh baby," he moaned, "do it. Eat me. Take me into your sweet mouth!"
She parted her luscious lips, and let his cock slide into her mouth. He groaned in delight when he felt the soft membranes of her mouth enfolding his aching penis. She began to move her head back and forth, stroking the length of his tool.
She flickered her tongue up and down his stiff shaft, setting a fire raging through his blood. She could feel the pulse beating in his cock as it pressed against her tongue.
She slid him into her mouth all the way, and pressed her face against his crotch. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the strong masculine odor of his sex place. It was a combination of sweat and genital smell.
It was intoxicating to her and she felt her desire growing. She started to suck in his penis with incredible skill. Tom's eyes were tightly closed and he gave himself up completely to the ecstasies of being eaten.
His hips gyrated in an anxious rhythm, and his balls banged hotly against the soft cheeks of her face. She sucked and sucked at him, and he began to move his hips faster and faster.
He grabbed her beautiful head between his hands and pressed it tightly against his crotch. His tool was pressing against the very back of her throat.
She felt as if he might ram it all the way down her throat. She relaxed so that she could take it all in. As she sucked at him, she felt her own desire rising.
The blood was pounding relentlessly in her pussy, and her inner thighs were soaking wet with cunt juice. "Oh baby," Tom groaned. "I want you. I want to fuck you. Let me get into you, or I'll blow my load in your mouth!"
She released his cock and it bounced enticingly in the air as it fell from her lips. She lay back against the couch, twisting and turning her body seductively against the pillows, and Tom climbed up onto her and pounced down on top.
"Oh baby!" she screamed. "Give it to me!"
Tom froze. She'd yelled those same words this morning when he'd seen her with June. He sat up straight on the couch, his cock frozen in its erection.
Cindy lay flailing on the couch. "What the hell is the matter with you!" she cried hysterically.
Tom turned his face towards hers slowly and evenly. "I saw you with June this morning."
Cindy looked at him, puzzled. "So what?" she asked.
"So what!? " yelled Tom. "What are you, some kind of dyke?"
"Tom, my dear," continued Cindy in an even voice, "you are the one who forced me into this swapping thing in the first place. Suddenly it's no good anymore for you, is that it? If it's not to your advantage, it's no good?"
"I just don't want a dyke for a lover," said Tom.
"You don't have one," answered Cindy, and picked herself up from the couch, negligee and all, and walked out the door.
Tom was alone. His erect prick reminded him of the good times of the past that would no longer exist. He couldn't have Cindy, and he couldn't have June. Where could he find something to fuck? With Cindy gone, that was all that mattered. Some pussy for the night. A little happiness, for a while.