Tears on a Sunday Afternoon - Michael Presley [12]
“There are many jails. I don’t want to exchange mine for another one.”
“I think you were right, Donna. He is the right one,” Kathleen said as she shoved her right nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it slowly, occasionally biting it to make her wince. I reached my hand around, grabbed a handful of Kathleen’s hair and pulled her down to her knees.
She unbuckled my pants and swiftly yanked both them and my boxers off. By now my penis had already risen to the occasion.
“We’re planning a robbery,” Donna whispered in my ear.
Kathleen was all gums.
“How much?” I asked, standing, and in the process taking my dick out of Kathleen’s mouth.
“Twenty million dollars in untraceable bonds,” Kathleen said, her mouth finally free to speak.
I took my right hand and grabbed her shiny, bouncing blonde hair, and as I lifted her up, I took my left hand and pushed Donna back down on the bed. I don’t know if I pushed Kathleen between Donna’s legs or if Donna’s pussy lips were a vacuum. All I know was that air couldn’t separate Kathleen’s mouth from Donna’s pussy.
“Who is it?” I asked, running my hands over Kathleen’s white ass. I slid my fingers between the furls of her blonde pubic hair. The liquid from her wetness trailed down my finger like a wet sponge. I wiped my hands on the bed and pulled out the green Trojan condoms that had become my trademark. I slipped my fingers back into Kathleen and used her juices to add extra lubrication to the condom. Pussy eating wasn’t my thing. If a woman wanted her pussy eaten, she could find another woman to do that. I was here for one thing only and that was my dick. I tapped Kathleen on her Lucille Roberts twice-a-week exercised ass and she spread her legs to allow maximum penetration.
“We want you to rob my boss, Kathleen’s husband,” Donna said as I sent my dick into Kathleen’s depths. I should have stopped fucking, put on my clothes and gotten the fuck out of there. That was the wise thing to do.
I didn’t do the wise thing. “Is he carrying?”
I continued to go in and out of Kathleen, alternating between short strokes and long to the point of coming out and back inside of her. Her moans were muffled by her mouth being deep into Donna.
“He’s scared of guns, but he’s well-connected—they will be close. Timing is everything. Something goes wrong and we are dead.”
The only person who was out of this conversation was Kathleen and it was obvious why.
“What’s the split? Not saying that I’m interested, but I need to know the split.”
Donna was pushing her butt up in the air as Kathleen continued to do her thing.
“Sixty-forty. Kathleen doesn’t care. She’s got money and nothing can come her way.”
“So what’s in it for her?” I asked, as if Kathleen wasn’t even there.
“Seeing that fucker suffer.” Kathleen took her mouth away from Donna’s twat for a few seconds. “I want to stab him in the back. If he gets crippled, he’s not going anywhere.
My dick evaporated faster than the chemical weapons in Iraq.
“Peter wants to divorce me. Who does he think he is?” Kathleen said with an angry scowl on her face. The long bouncing blonde hair had become matted from our activities. “He wants to give me up over some bitch he claims to be in love with. I’ve done everything that man asked me to do. I did the wife-swapping thing. He introduced me to eating pussy; and this is my reward. I don’t care who he fucks, but don’t end the relationship over some bitch.”
“After we’re finished with him, he won’t leave you,” Donna chimed in.
“Do you know what it’s like to be divorced in the suburbs? If you’re not Mrs. Whatever, you’re nothing. It’s like having AIDS in the eighties. I can’t let him leave me,” she said, burying her head on the table and sobbing uncontrollably.
Donna hugged Kathleen as the woman wept and that led to Donna sliding down on the chair in front of Kathleen. My dick got hard again and I slipped on another condom. I slid down between Donna’s feet so as not to interrupt them. I lifted her ass up and she dropped down onto my dick. A floor below us, they were lifting weights,