Chapter 7

"It just doesn't fit any more, Cindy ... what the fuck has this guy done to you?"

"What do you mean, what has he done to me? I'd sure like to know what the fuck's she done to you, Tom!"

It had the makings of a bitter domestic argument, this exchange between Tom and Cindy. Even in bed together, it seemed that there were things trying to separate them.

Tom had just finished fucking Cindy, but he was far from happy with the result of his sexual exertions. He still had his limp dick stuck in her pussy, and they were still lying together, but he was feeling unnerved about the whole thing.

"Cindy," he said, trying to be diplomatic, yet barely controlling an edge in his voice. "I hate to say this..."

"Don't say it, then!" she countered. She was starting to cry, and that was a rare thing in their relationship.

"I'm going to say it anyway!" he said, loudly, defiantly. He continued. "It just doesn't seem to fit. . . "

"What doesn't fit?"

She sniffled; Tom handed her a tissue. She blew her nose without thanking him.

"My cock and your cunt, that's what doesn't fit!"

She was still blowing her nose, as he continued, "You used to have a nice, tight cunt, and it was a real pleasure to get inside you and really make you come. But, now, it seems your cunt's pretty stretched out, or something, because I feel ... well, so fucking lose..."

"Maybe James Smithers has a bigger cock than you, Tom." She paused, to needle him further. "Hasn't that idea ever occurred to you that someone else just might have better and bigger equipment than you?" She sniffled some more, then added, "After all, you don't have the only big cock in the world, you know. There are million of men..., "

"Fuck those millions of men!"

"You fuck them, Tom if you're turning queer!"

Her disdain only served to goad him further. And, to act, in an ironic way, upon the very cock they were both talking about.

He began to feel an erection coming on.

And, as he did so, he also began to feel that her vaginal muscles, sensing his instrument growing inside, began to respond in a thoroughly sexual way.

She could feel herself getting wet, too.

She stopped blowing her nose, and impulsively kissed him on the mouth, using her tongue for a fast french job. He responded lackadaisically, almost uninterested, as her lips puckered away.

She noticed his lack of response, and said, "What's the matter, does June Smithers teach you a different position each time? Our favorite positions aren't good enough for you any longer? You've got to try something new each time we fuck? Or, do you have to have a different woman these days, get that variety in your system, is that it?"

Her mocking comments only caused his cock to grow harder, and as it did so, he began to manipulate it inside her cunt. He could feel her cunt responding, and she, despite her comments, could feel that his cock was getting to her cunt, and of course herself as well.

The whole thing seemed like a completely unnecessary argument. But, once started, it wasn't easy to stop.

Except . . .by fucking it out ... of each other. . .

He twisted his body, so that she was pinned against the bed and the wall. He began to dig his cock inside her cunt, thrusting it forward with long strokes, like a boxer aiming a long left jab. He could feel his stomach against her clit, causing her central nervous system to really turn itself on.

He buried his body into hers, feeling the tautness of her nipples and the squishiness of her breasts against his chest. He began to bite her on the ears, and he could hear her whimpering with ecstasy, their argument apparently forgotten, as he continued to fuck the living shit out of her.

Grabbing hold of her long red hair, he began to run his fingers through her silken strands, fondling them like her skin. She could feel his hands, his body, his cock ... all turning her on . . she temporarily forgot the cause of their disagreement. . .she began to let her bodily rhythms harmonize with his...

And her pussy juice flowed like an open wine bottle.

He was driving her hot with lust, and she was sweating like a pit, drenching the sheets with sweat. So, by this time, was he, as he drove his dick into her harder, even harder, to show her just who the fuck was boss.

Not bothering to wait, he came just as she was going into her very first orgasm. It wasn't premature ejaculation, but quite close to it; she was surprised, because he'd never come quite this quickly before, and her orgasmic exertions were just beginning. Still, she rose to meet the steady, sweet flow of his sperm, devouring every last drop.

Until he pulled out.

Right in the middle of one of her orgasms.

She called for him to return, but he was washing himself off in the shower. A quick drip, and he was putting on his clothes. As she called to him again to come back he had really turned her on, but left her unfulfilled he said, "See you later, I'm going out for a while."

She heard the door close, and he was gone.

He got Into his car, and drove away. As he drove around the town, he tried to think, to figure a way out of what seemed to be a sexual dilemma. He was beginning to regret, in a way, that he'd let June get him into this switching scene in the first place.

He was very tempted to call her and call the whole fucking thing off.

He drove by a row of telephone booths, outside a drugstore. That made him stop; he parked the car, walked over to a booth, got inside, dropped in a dime, and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

It was June Smithers.

"Look, June, this is Tom..."

"It's not your regular night, Tom, so I'm surprised to hear from you," she said, coolly, almost distant.

"Fuck my regular night!" he shouted. Then, more calm, he said, "Is your old man there?"

"No, he's at a business convention, he won't be back for two more days."

"That's fine, because I have to talk to you right now!"

There was a pause at the other end of the wire.

"June ... you still there..."

"Yes, of course, I was just thinking..."

"Well, keep on thinking until I get to your place, because we have a lot of talking to do when I arrive. I'll see you then."

He hung up.

He got back in his car, and drove toward the Smithers home. However, he was careful to park a couple of blocks away, walking the rest of the distance.

When he got to the front door, he rang the bell. June answered the door in her negligee, a baby blue one that was open enough for a touch of tittie to show.

"Did anyone see you?" she asked, as she let him inside and quickly closed and locked the door.

"No, I look like the paper boy collecting for the Sunday edition," he replied. Then, he added, taking a good long look at her voluptuous body showing through the flimsiness of the blue negligee, "You should really ask if anyone saw you. Is there anybody around her with a telescope who might be wanting to watch a different kind of star?"

She gave him a quick french job on the mouth, and said, "You're sweet, Tom. Let me fix you a drink, what would you like."

"Pussy juice."

"I don't come on command, so you'll have to t wait a few minutes for that. While you're waiting ... what would you like?"

He hesitated; as he did so, she cut in with, "Why don't you try some blackberry brandy? It's very good, and it's not too sweet."

"Why not?" he said, and sprawled on the sofa.

She brought him the drink, and sat down beside him. The folds of her negligee fell a bit more, revealing all of her left breast and much of her right as she snuggled close to him. He noticed that her nipples were erect, and he also could feel his own prick starting to go the same way.

Well, he wasn't really here to fuck her, he was her to straighten some things out.

He sipped his brandy. She was right; it wasn't too sweet. And, it was strong, it gave him a very good feeling as it sluiced down his throat.

"You know, Tom, this isn't our regular night; that is, it's not either Monday or Thursday..." She paused, turning on an incandescent smile, letting her lips barely show through the smile, ". ... but I'm glad you came, anyway, especially since James is out of town on business, as I said. I was feeling rather lonely, and I hadn't decided what to do with my evening..."

"Let's talk, June. We're old friends, we should be able to talk over any differences between us, right?"

"Differences?" She cocked an inquisitive eye at him. "What differences would you and I ever have, Tom? We've been friends for as long as I can remember ... "

There was a pause.

"Cut the crap, June."

She gave him a quizzical glance, her nose upturned, her eyes flashing just a touch of fire. Her voice dropped about 20 degrees as she said, "I beg your pardon?"

He reached over and placed his hand on her left breast, giving her a good grip, much like a handshake. He began to tweak her nipple with his thumb, still holding on to her breast, feeling the warmth of her boob in his fingers as he said, "June, this switching thing is starting to screw up my relationship with Cindy. I think we're going to have to cool it, it's getting to be a pain in the ass..."

"How dare you talk to me that way!" she said, huffily, and quickly removing his hand from her breast. She stood up, staring down at him he could see her pubic hairs beneath the negligee, could almost make out her cunt lips outlined there below her clit with cold eyes and hard mouth, adding, but less harshly this time, "I should throw you right out of this house..."

"And right into your bed," he concluded for her.

He took another sip of the blackberry brandy, letting the smooth liqueur caress his throat. He stared at her cunt, as if he was talking directly to that particular portion of her person, as he said, "Cindy comes first, June. And she's feeling pretty fucked up about the whole thing. I think your old man's messing her up too much for my taste, I'll tell you that for sure..."

"Tom, do you like fucking me, or don't

. . .

He glanced up. Her face was now wreathed in a satisfied, sexual smile, and she was licking her lips like a hungry cat. She thrust her breasts toward him, and moved her haunches so that her crotch was almost level with his mouth as she said, before he could reply, "I think you like fucking me very much, Tom. I can tell, you know. And, I don't think it's going to affect your relationship with your girl one bit. Unless she's complaining about your loving..."

"She sure as shit is not!" he replied, angrily.

"Well, then ... if she's not complaining ... and I'm not complaining, what's the problem?"

She picked up her own drink, and sipped it thoughtfully, watching him all the while.

"The problem is that she's been used to fucking me exclusively for the past year, and now she's got to adjust to your old man, and some of the things he does to her aren't what I would do or how I would handle her ... "

"Do you feel that his experience is putting you at a disadvantage with your girl. Tom?"

She was almost smirking with satisfaction as she "said that.

As Tom tried to sputter a reply, she moved toward the brandy bottle, and gave them both a refill. Her eyes met his, and she began to turn on her sexual charm. He could see the burning desire in her orbs, and, at the same time, he could feel his prick growing long and strong, struggling against the confines of his pants.

"Tom, please don't feel embarrassed. James is quite an experienced lover, in his own way. But, after all, you're in the flush of youth, you certainly have much more staying power ... " she paused, winking at him, " ... as I would be the first to confirm."

He sat silently, drinking his brandy, as she continued.

"I think it's just the shock of meeting an older man, of not really wanting to make love with him all that much, and then discovering that he has a lot to offer in the love making department after all. I think, really, that she simply needs a bit more time to get used to the idea. And, the switching so far seems to be working out just fine for all concerned."

She reached down, and patted him on his prick.

"Don't you think so, Tom? Haven't you been enjoying yourself? Isn't the two nights we spend together each week a pleasure for both of us?"

He thought: never argue with June ... she's such a sly, subtle cunt. She really knows how to twist things around. Especially my prick.

He reached for her hand, and the second he touched it-he really wanted to get it off his crotch, at least for the moment-she sat down beside him, and took his other hand and placed it over her left breast again.

He didn't say anything, so she started talking again.

"Tom, if you're worried about Cindy's adjustments, why I'll just pass the word to James to cool it a bit, that's all. I'm certainly not interested in setting up any competition for you. And..." she paused, and whispered into his ear, just after giving him a taste of tongue, " ... I can tell you this for sure, James is no competition for you, not in my bed he isn't."

Tom still didn't say anything.

A lot of thoughts were running through his head.

And, many of them concerned how to get this switching situation-this "fair exchange", as June was so fond of calling it-to swing more toward his advantage, rather than hers. That is, to take charge of the situation by himself, to run the show and not let her run him.

"Tom ... you're very quiet all of a sudden..."

He reached over and kissed her.

At the same time, with his lips pressing hard against hers and his tongue slipping into her mouth, he used his hands to strip the negligee from her body.

Then his hands began to caress her body, to feel out her tits and clit and cunt. They began to work their own kind of sexual magic on her, as he' kept on reaming and creaming her mouth, really turning on the sexual electricity. He could feel her body begin trembling under his sexual onslaught, could feel her perspiration starting to form on her skin.

He got her down on the sofa, and as he kept on caressing her, he could feel her hands unzipping his fly. Then, she got his pants off-first taking off his shoes in the process-and was yanking his cock from his shorts, her fingers fondling his pubic hair and massaging his scrotum.

He broke their kiss, and raised his haunches, so that she could get off his shorts. His socks he didn't care about, one way or the other.

As he continued, to stay raised in the air, shaped like a semi-circle, she got her mouth on his cock and started to gobble it, her hands holding his balls.

He braced his arms against the sofa, and let her lick and suck his cock for a little while, feeling a slight strain on his back. Then, when she had licked all over his crotch, and even tangled her teeth a couple of times in his pubic hairs, he slowly let his body settle back down on hers, taking care that his cock touched and titillated her clit.

She shivered deliciously, the goose pimples of raw encounter raising on her skin.

He felt her response, and kept up his cock against her clit for a little while longer, getting her good and fucking hot to trot.

Then, he eased himself halfway off her, and reached for the brandy bottle. He took a swig himself, then kissed her with his tongue tasting of blackberry brandy, which she licked off as her tongue touched his.

Next, he took the bottle again, and poured a generous sluice of same into her pussy, practically shoving the bottle's neck right in past her cunt lips.

He bent over her midsection, and touched her clit first with his tongue. Feeling her response, he continued, getting his tongue past her cunt lips, which were quivering with desire, and started to lick the blackberry brandy from her pussy.

With short, swift strokes, his tongue struck deep into her cunt. She was moaning now as well as trembling, and she had her hands all over him, almost trying to pull his face into her snatch.

He licked and sucked away, tasting the mixture of liqueur, cunt juice, and perspiration. He began to slurp, as if he was lapping up the remains of an empty glass.

She was half out of her mind with lust now, he could tell that without even looking at her.

He withdrew his mouth from her pussy.

He got the brandy bottle again, and filled her cunt up with the sweet liqueur, exactly as before.

Then, he said, "Wait a while, let the stuff settle this time. When I eat you again, I want the stuff to be fully aged, you know."

"Oh, Tom-you're so-creative-"

"Just wait now, June, and I'll be right back. I'm going to give you a thrill you'll never forget."

He walked out of the living room.

He made his way to the bathroom first, and checked out the contents of the medicine cabinet. There, he found what he expected they would have-some stuff in a tube for relieving irritation of the skin, a thick yellow substance that he coated his cock with, also liberally dousing the stuff over his scrotum. The important thing, to him, was that it relieved burns; that is, was also fireproof in itself.

From there, he moved on to the kitchen, and checked out the contents of the refrigerator. Yes, there was some cream there; in fact, he laughed, when he saw that she had whipping cream on the lower shelf.

He opened the bottle, and filled his mouth with the sweet, sticky stuff. He found one more item he needed, figuring she ought to have matches in the kitchen, if any place.

She did.

He returned to the living room.

June was still lying on the couch, her breasts pointing toward the ceiling, her haunches slightly raised upward. She was half-asleep, and the look of lust was all over her face; her eyes were almost opaque with satiation, as he knelt beside her and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to light your fire, June, and really get you hot-"

She giggled, as he touched off a match and applied the flame to her pussy. The brandy, of course, did what brandy usually does when it's part of a flambe dessert in a fine restaurant. It burst into flames.

June screamed, as she felt the fire sear her cunt.

But Tom, letting the flame only burn for a few seconds, spit out the whipping cream over her flaming bush, and the fire was instantly put out.

Then, climbing on top of her, he carefully thrust his cock into her cunt, not encountering any resistance or much heat, and managed to get it in all the way, while June was still blubbering in a state of semi-shock.

"Like I said, June," he commented, as he started to fuck her, "I'm going to really light your fire!"