Chapter 4
"How was it?"
"What do you mean, how was it?"
"Cindy, you know what the fuck I mean. I mean, how was the old man in bed?"
Tom and Cindy were in bed themselves. It was the evening after they had both had their first switching; that is, after Tom had fucked June and James had made it with Cindy.
Tom had already told Cindy about June, but not too much. He hadn't mentioned how absolutely fantastic June had been, nor how much more experience-and therefore much more pleasure in fucking-she had put at Tom's disposal. And he was pretty fucking glad; the idea of variety, as June had pointed out, was a pretty fucking good one, and, though he still dug Cindy, he was beginning to think June was right, after all.
One night a week, to start. But-who knew where it might end.
"Well, Tom-" Cindy started to explain. "-I'll say this, the guy was all right. I mean, he was very nice and polite-"
"That wasn't what I asked you," Tom interrupted, placing a hand on her breast and tweaking her nipple. "I asked you how he fucked, not how fucking polite he was."
"Oh, Tom!" she said, irritated. She took his hand off her breast in a sign of disapproval. She said, "He was pretty good, for an older guy. I didn't mind as much as I expected."
"Well, I hardly expected you to fall in love with him, Cindy."
"I hardly expected to, either." She paused, reaching for Tom's prick, fingering his pubic hairs. "But, I guess it wasn't such a bad idea at that. I mean, it does provide a bit of variety, and it sure was a different experience for me, all right. I'd never fucked an older guy before."
She giggled, squeezing Tom's prick. It was an unnecessary gesture; his prick couldn't have got any harder if she'd set it in cement. "It was almost like fucking my own father. Almost like incest, in a way. You know, the forbidden thrill, that kind of stuff."
Tom was wondering about something. He wondered if she was really starting to like fucking June's old man, the way she was talking. He hoped he hadn't got her into something she-or he-couldn't control. Still-he was enjoying his once-a-week session with June; and, that had been part of the bargain.
A fair exchange, as June had said so many times.
"Did he teach you any new tricks?" Tom said, as he rolled her over and prepared to fuck her, dog-style, slipping his prick between her thighs as his stomach was placed flat against her buttocks.
"Well-" she hesitated. Should she tell him? Well why not?
"He has this strange cock, and he really fills you up when he gets it in you. Then, he moves it around like a submarine or something-I mean, he really knows how to touch all the sensitive places in your cunt-"
"Not my cunt, I don't have one," he replied, as he began to move his cock into her cunt. She moved one of her arms toward it, helping him to get it inside.
"The point is," he continued, "this did you learn anything new? Did you get some good feelings from him that you want to give me? You know did it make you appreciate your Tom-eat here that much more?"
She finished putting his prick inside her pussy, as he placed his hands around her shoulders and placed each hand over her breasts. He fondled her nipples, and started to squeeze her boobs.
"He's got a fat cock, you've got a lean cock, lover," she said, beginning to exercise her pussy muscles, and twisting his prick a bit to let him know she knew just how to handle him.
He noticed that.
He didn't want her to become too fucking independent, too fucking free, just because she was making a once-a-week scene with somebody else. He was definitely going to keep control of both June and Cindy, despite June's constant attempts to manipulate him to her way of things. He wasn't about to get that shit from Cindy, too.
He jabbed her cunt with his cock, holding tightly on to her breasts for support. He could feel his cock ram all the way into her cunt, and she shuddered from the impact as he did so. At the same time, he began to nibble on her ears.
She felt him turning her on, really turning her on, as he had for the past year or more.
He was young and strong, his cock was lean and long. And yet, there was something about James Smithers that she was beginning to like. That is, he didn't "push it" like Tom. He was "easier" on her, took his time, and, in some ways, he was more gentle and respectful of her.
Yet-Tom was tough-a tough Tom-cat to fuck her-and she loved his expert, excellent fucking-
Maybe Tom was right-maybe this switching was going to work out all right-and be beneficial to both of them-
She felt him driving hard inside her, and her pussy juices responded. He was really in tight, and she had also clamped her thighs together so tightly she was squeezing the living shit out of his balls.
As she felt his fingers clutching at her breasts, she also felt her pussy membranes moving and grooving, gripping his prick tightly. She began to arch her back, and he half-rose with her movements, still holding her tightly and driving his cock hard inside her cunt.
The mattress began to make strange sounds, as it usually did when they were really going at it. She was perspiring now, and he was sweating like a dog in heat. He could feel her pussy membranes upon his prick, and he was certainly covering every square inch of membranes that his prick could find.
She was coming now.
She felt her juices flowing, and she arched her back that much more, cried out with that much more passion. He kept on driving his dick inside her, and though his balls were nearly bursting, he tried to hold back, waiting for that magic moment when he could really sock it to her-
She hit the crest of an orgasm; now was the time.
He came.
He fired off inside her, and his sperm began to stream into her palpitating pussy. She felt the hot, sticky jet of sperm squirt into her, as if from a fire hose, and her pussy membranes responded that much more.
They were really jammed together so tightly that they could just as easily have been one body, rather than two.
He kept on spurting his sperm into her, feeling her quivering, vibrating body respond. No doubt about it; this was the best fuck ever, the way she was responding. He was beginning to think that June had really done him two favors, not one; by suggesting that her old man fuck his chick, that had made Cindy that much more responsive.
Plus, naturally, his fucking June.
Now, he was out of ammunition. His cock was beginning to relax, but her pussy was still palpitating. She was really keeping up her coming for one hell of a long time, and he was glad.
Yes, there were some definite advantages to be gained from "switching." It was going to be a good deal. Cindy-and June-While, at the same time, June herself was sitting home, watching TV with James.
She was just wearing her panties, and that was all, as she sat on the sofa eating chocolates and watching a situation comedy on TV. James was sitting next to her, one hand on one of her boobs. However, he was still in his pants-and his shirt, too.
"That's a funny show, June."
"Yes, isn't it? Although, it's too bad they won't let her get away with more on TV, you know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, while they're kissing and making up, she should be able to show him how happy she is to be back with him. The TV censors should let her make some sexy movement-like this-"
She reached over and grabbed him by the balls.
There was, of course, an obvious symbolism in her movement as well. To show him that she was running the show, surely; not too obviously, but with sufficient vigor so that he knew she was in charge, in her own way.
He jumped back, almost spilling his drink. She squeezed harder, and even beneath the protective covering of slacks and shorts, her fingernails got through. She was almost scratching his scrotum, and he could feel his prick beginning to respond as well.
Finally, she let go of him, offering him a chocolate from the box. He took a taste of it, rubbing his crotch with his free hand. He didn't say anything; he knew what she wanted.
He bit into the chocolate. He smiled, licking his lips. He finished swallowing the candy, and said, "It's a chocolate-covered cherry."
"That's interesting. It's been a long time since you've had a cherry, hasn't it, James?"
He was thinking of Cindy as he replied, with great satisfaction, "Not really so long as you might think. Why, just the other evening-" He paused, giving her a smile of satisfaction. "But then, June, you should know about that, shouldn't you? It was, after all, your idea, as you should know."
She nodded, eating another chocolate.
Between bites, she said, "How was she, dear?"
He sipped his drink. Cindy's lovely young face with all that rich red hair was imprinted on his memory screen. He wished his wife would let her hair grow; she sometimes looked so masculine with such a short haircut.
He said, "She was nice. But, you know, it was like making love to your own child."
"We have no children, dear."
"Yes, I know-well, you know what I mean. It was an amusing experience, I'll have to admit."
"Then you aren't unhappy with the arrangement?"
"I suppose not. We can keep it up for a while, and see how things go."
"Did she inspire you to try any new tricks on me, dear?"
"I think so. At least, she was certainly young and eager enough." He paused, looking her in the eyes. "As, I must assume, your young man did also.
"Oh, did he!"
She stopped. Her expression didn't change, but she suddenly realized that she had sounded too excited, too eager. She must not convey that to her husband, of all people; he might become too suspicious, get too wise. Better to let him think of the switching situation as an amusing once-a-week pastime, a sort of weekly dinner date with friends, as it were.
Besides-she was getting the best of both worlds, and she didn't really want to rub that in. She was being supported by her husband-while getting some fairly decent fucking from him, too-and picking up on plenty of young loving from Tom, who really seemed much more than an old, treasured friend these days.
She was so glad she'd taken such good care of her 40-year-old body. She could still hold a young man, could still give him a good time. Tom was proof of that. Tom loved to fuck her, of that she was sure.
"Dear," she said, choosing her words carefully, "it's been a fair exchange, I think. Both of us inject some youth into our veins, so to speak, and this will keep us from growing old too fast, don't you think? After all, each of us is getting something from the arrangement. It's not a one-sided situation; we both benefit."
He sipped his drink, and nodded in agreement. He reached for another piece of candy. This time, the candy had a nut center. As he munched it, it reminded him that his own nuts were still aching from her grip.
And, his prick was getting harder, too.
It was time to think of fucking.
Think, hell-do it!
"You aren't really watching this show, are you, June?"
She smiled seductively at him, thrusting her breasts forward, letting him see the pinkish center around her erect nipples, as she said, "It's almost over, and anyway, the commercial is on now, and it's not a very good commercial, either."
"Well, then-"
"Say no more, James, I know what you're thinking."
She got up, walked over to the TV set. and turned it off. When she returned, she hopped into his lap and shoved her tits in his face, saying, "You know what I'm thinking, too. Kiss me, and then we'll go to bed."
He kissed her on the breasts, giving her strong suction with his lips, and a touch of teeth as well. As his teeth gently grazed her skin, he could feel her body respond. She, as she felt his teeth, noticed that he was pretty good in the delicacy of his touch, more so than usual. She thought he must have learned something good from that young girl, after all.
They went to the bedroom.
She brought along the box of candy, what was left of it. She had some things in mind; she wasn't just going to munch chocolates in the dark, either.
She got into bed, and waited for him to undress.
When he had finished, she asked him to remove her panties, to give him an extra thrill. He pulled them off as she stuck her legs upward, and dropped them on the floor.
As soon as he had done this, she opened her legs, and clasped them around his neck in a scissors grip. He gulped, startled; she drew his head toward her crotch, and said, "Don't you want a midnight snack, James?" He got the message.
He began to chew her clit, and she started to tremble in response. Then, he moved his tongue along her cunt lips, and stuck it a few inches inside. She was starting to get wet, and he could feel the moistness of her cunt as he lapped away.
Still holding her legs around his neck, she was shivering, but not with cold-with hot, unquenchable lust. She let him lick her for a few more minutes; then, she released her grip of his neck, letting him loose.
She reached for the box of candy beside the bed.
She felt the chocolates carefully; then, when she thought she had the one she wanted, she took it and stuffed it inside her cunt.
She took another chocolate and gave it to her husband, who started to eat it.
"What flavor did you get this time, James?"
He munched some more before he replied, 'This one has a caramel center. It's so sticky it's getting caught in my teeth."
"Try this one, James."
She took his hand, and placed it over her pussy, so that he noticed the chocolate stuck inside her cunt.
He climbed in bed with her, but this time, he didn't get into a sixty-nine position. He just squatted at the foot of the bed, took hold of his wife by the ankles, and pulled her legs into the shape of a "V" as he bent over her crotch and started to eat her pussy.
First, he stuck out his tongue, tentatively licking at the chocolate. Then, he got his mouth, lips to lips with her cunt, and began to get his teeth into it.
She started twitching, but he kept on holding her legs to brace both of them as he ate her cunt.
Suddenly, he raised his face, licking the chocolate from his lips and said, surprised, "Did you know-this one is creme-filled-"
"It has a cream center, isn't that right, dear'. '"
"Yes-it's delicious-"
"Well then, James, why don't you take advantage of the fact that I have a creme-filled center, too?"
He chuckled at her witticism.
He finished cleaning out her cunt with his mouth, and, releasing her legs, he reared back on his haunches and finished licking the chocolate and creme from his lips. He had also tasted some of her cream, too, and that taste was intermingled with the other flavors.
She began to move, raising her torso and bracing her back against the bed's headboard. She said, "Come to me, James, and show me what you've learned. Let me see if this young girl has done you some good." She paused, adding, "I certainly hope so. After all, it was my suggestion, wasn't it?"
He thought of Cindy and her lush body and lovely hair as he replied, "Yes, June, it was an excellent suggestion, I think. You know, I believe there is something to this switching situation-I think it might just do the both of us some good-I think-"
"Stop thinking and start fucking me. James, before I have to fuck myself, if you don't mind."
She made certain there was an element of ironic humor in her voice. But. she meant business; she wanted her fucking, and she was damn determined to get it.
He moved closer, adjusting his position to hers. She could feel that his prick had been sufficiently stimulated by her talking and his eating, for it was pretty well up there, as far as stiffness goes. She felt it tickle her cunt lips as he tried to push himself closer to her.
Then, he was demanding entrance, his cock pushing aside her covering cunt lips and getting itself inside.
Bracing himself on his haunches, his back as erect as a rod. he began to shove his fat. wide cock into her dampening cunt. She had enough juice going for him to slide his way inside, no matter how unusual the position. He took hold of her shoulders, and when he finally got all the way in. his chest was touching her tits, but not crushing up against them, and her legs were overlapping his.
He felt strange, and a little uncomfortable, But, her vaginal muscles were clutching his cock in a pretty good grip, and they started working out on him at once.
She got her hands on his back, and began to use her fingernails, just barely touching the outer layer of his skin but making it tingle with such sexual stimulation that he could feel his scrotum contracting tightly enough to choke his balls to death. He pulled her as close as he could get, feeling his prick jammed into her pussy all the way.
He began to hump and pump her, and she continued her fingernail exercise on his back.
It didn't take her much longer to commence coming.
He felt her vaginal muscles gripping his cock and twisting it almost out of shape as the thick, foaming cream poured from her pussy. His cock was battered like a ship in a storm, and he almost moaned and groaned as he struggled to gain the initiative, to let his prick pour forth its own juice and pound her pussy into submission. But-it had to be-just right-She caught him in an unguarded moment, causing him to come right at the end of one of her orgasms. Then, as his thick, sticky sperm was going into her, she started another orgasm, carrying him right along with her like a raft on the crest of a tidal wave.
He leaped against her, pushing her back hard against the headboard. From this added leverage, he really began to pound her pussy, even as his juice was squirting to a climax and as his prick was beginning to go soft.
With sheer animal energy, he poured the pressure on her, feeling her responding. But, she was pleased, to notice his newly-discovered sexual energy, even as she outdistanced him, sexually speaking, as she knew she would.
She thought: fine fucking he's giving me-for a change-but I'm still in charge-and I'm going to fuck James-and Tom-and whoever I want-fuck everybody-