"Come in," Gail Bowman said.
I smiled at her. She was pretty, and I told her so. She had long, light brown hair, and her hazel eyes were more green than hazel. She was wearing a pink, quilted bathrobe, with frilly lace at the collar and sleeve ends, and she wore a matching pair of pink slippers. She was wearing her make-up – green eye shadow, pale pink lipstick, and just the faintest blush of redness on her cheek. The make-up made her appearance seem warmly attractive balanced against her casual dress. She reminded me of a newlywed, awakening on her honeymoon morning to greet her new husband.
I stepped into the apartment, and she closed the door behind me. As she brushed past me I could smell the clean sweetness of powder or perfume.
"How do you feel this morning?" I asked.
"Don't ask," she said. Her voice seemed strained, but she was smiling at me. I guessed that she was nervous.
"Relax," I told her.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'll be all right."
"I'm sure you will be," I said slowly, carefully allowing her to understand my second meaning.
She laughed nervously, but smiled. "Would you like some coffee? Or a drink?"
"No. Nothing. I've already had my breakfast."
"You don't mind if I have some coffee, do you?"
"No, go ahead…" I told her. By now we had walked into the living room. It was rather small, furnished with inexpensive contemporary furniture. I sat in a small arm chair that faced a television.
"I'll be right back," she said once I had seated myself. "I'm just going to get my cup."
I watched her walk out of the room. Her body moved lightly, carefully, almost gracefully. Her hair bounced, and I could hear the swish of her bathrobe as it scraped across her body. The sound was exciting. "You're sure you don't want a cup?" she asked from the kitchen.
I told her no again. I looked about the room. On top of the television there was a picture of her husband. I studied his face for a moment, but I couldn't tell anything from the photo. He was young-looking, thin-lipped and blue-eyed.
Gail swished back into the living room. She held a cup and a saucer in her hand, and she was sipping from the cup as she walked. Her lips were wet, and they seemed to glisten in a very attractive way. She tilted her head and swung her long brown hair away from her face. She sat across from me on a long green couch.
"Wow!" she said softly, as she placed the cup and saucer down on a coffee table. "This is crazy."
"Is it?"
"I guess so. It feels so strange. I feel strange."
"How do you feel?" I asked. "Nervous, I guess."
"Excited?"
"A little."
"Just a little?"
"It's hard to tell. More than a little, I guess."
"Good. I'm excited, too."
All the while we were speaking, her eyes were down, and she was looking at her coffee. At my admission, she looked up and studied my face for the first time. Our eyes met, and I felt a flicker of passion lick through my crotch.
"You know you're very pretty," I told her again. I remembered our telephone conversation when I asked her whether she was attractive. Her hesitation then had made me feel that point might be used as a lever.
"Thank you," Gail said. Her face colored slightly, and I could tell my compliment had caught her off-guard.
"I don't know why you hesitated last week, when I asked whether you were attractive," I said, continuing to apply my leverage.
"I always used to think I was but… I don't know. I guess being married for so long has something to do with it."
"What do you mean?"
"Not going out on dates any more, or meeting any men, I guess. You get to wonder about yourself."
"Don't wonder," I told her. "I'm looking forward to making love to you."
"Oh," she said softly.
Her face colored again, and it was almost as though she had forgotten my reason for having been there. I could see the thought register in her eyes, and her face flushed again, remembering. It was more than self-consciousness that was making her color now: it was passion.
"Oh," she said a second time.
"Would you like to see the… rest of the rooms?" she asked.
I smiled and nodded to her.
She put her cup back into the saucer, and it rattled. She rose quietly, smiled self-consciously at me, and turned towards the bedroom. I followed closely behind.
We were just into the bedroom when I caught up to her. She had her back to me still, and I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her towards me. Her body went limp, and I felt her soft warmth crush up against me. Her head tilted to the side, and her hair slowly slid across her neck, baring it for me.
I bent against her and nuzzled my face against her naked neck. I opened my mouth and put my lips onto her flesh. I moved my open mouth against her neck, licking at her with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her neck, trailing it up to her ear. I began to dab at her ear and I felt her shuddering against me.
"Jesus!" she said softly.
I moved my hands upward from her waist, where I had encircled her. I placed my palms against her stomach and began sliding them upward towards her breasts. The material of her robe felt cool and silken under my open hands, and the flesh beneath the robe, soft and warm. I slid my hands up, over her breasts, grasped them in my hands.
"Christ!" she said, shuddering again with the contact. I could feel a tenseness weaving through the limpness of her body, a growing pressure. She was beginning to return the press of my body, moving slowly, gently against me.
Her breasts were small but firm. Through the material of the bathrobe I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel the fleeting firmness of the flesh, crushed against my squeezing fingers, cushioned by the matted material of the robe. Her nipples came to sudden life, and I could feel their pert stiffness as I rubbed my hands back and across her breasts.
I began to pump my ass in and out against the swell of her backside. I could feel my hard-on growing and pushing between the cheeks of her ass. She was beginning to rotate her hips, grinding herself against me.
My tongue pushed in and out of her ear, licking wetly, and I humped her ass through the material of her robe. I was aware of the perfume of her body, mixing lightly with the odor of sex, and I continued to knead her breasts with both my hands. My hands cupped each tit, lifting them, pulling them, playing with the nipple through the robe.
I began to open the buttons of her robe. First the middle ones so that I could slide my hand through the slit and touch her beneath the robe. The button loosened, and the robe fell away. I slid my hand into the warmth beneath, hearing the sudden suck of air she made at the contact.
She was wearing something starchy and stiff under the robe. Probably a night gown. Something frilly and feminine, like her robe. Nothing too sexy, but suggestive.
I touched her left tit. It was like a small, firm apple under my hand. I squeezed it, and she moaned. I began to play with it, holding it, squeezing it, pinching the nipple, and she began to react.
She crushed her body against my cock. She bent her ass backwards, arching her back so that the soft cheeks of her ass were tightly pressed against me. She moved herself up and down, then around, moving slowly, sensuously, savoring the forbidden lusting pleasure that my body was awakening in her.
"Turn around," I whispered in her ear.
She obeyed, spinning around slowly, crushing her softness against the hard parts of my body as she moved. Her mouth was open when I tried to kiss her, and her tongue licked against my lips until I opened my mouth to swallow her. Her tongue lashed against me furiously, and I could feel her teeth pressed against my mouth.
My hands moved upward and I opened the rest of the buttons. I slipped the robe down her arms, and it fell into a noiseless puddle at our feet. My hands moved up and down her body, sliding up from her waist to touch her breasts.
I was between her legs now, and she opened them to accommodate my hardness. I slid my cock between her legs, pushing the material of her night gown back up into the mound of her cunt. I rubbed myself up and down the length of her cunt, feeling my cock scrape against the material which imprisoned both our bodies. I played with her tits and humped myself between her legs while our tongues tasted each others' hot, wet mouths.
I began to pull the night gown up, slowly revealing her naked body beneath. Her flesh was cool and hot, soft and hard, and my greedy hands ran across it with insatiable haste. I touched her naked breast and she moaned. I slid my hand across her stomach and touched her cunt and I felt her legs bend and go weak.
"Touch me there," she told me. "Between my legs."
I put my hand where my cock was, slipping it between our bodies, and I touched her cunt. It was wet, unbelievably wet. My hand touched her mound, her hair, her cunt lips. I slid my hand down and around, over the edge of her body, rubbing her cunt, slipping my fingers between the lips of her pussy.
"That's it!" she hissed. "Oh, Godfuck! Touch it! Touch it!"
I pushed apart the lips of her cunt and pushed my finger up inside of her. Her cunt felt wet, hot. Her insides were on fire, and I rotated my stiff finger inside her body, stirring her as I might still soup or pudding that was about to boil over. I was whipping her cunt into a frenzied fire, twirling my impaled finger around and around in her cunt.
Her legs were trembling and she began to hump herself up and down upon my finger. I could feel the swell of her ass against the back of my hand as she lifted her own body up and plunged it down, fucking herself with my finger.
"Touch my cock," I told her.
"Yes… yes!" she answered.
She put her hand down between my legs and grabbed my cock. She rubbed her hand against its sides, moving her fingers up from the base, pulling at it through the material of my pants.
"Squeeze it," I told her.
She did, and I could feel the blood moving down the shaft as her fingers tightened around it. She squeezed it again, and continued to run her hands up and down, banging herself with her own hand as she moved her cunt up and down upon my finger.
"Take it out!" she said.
"You take it out," I answered.
"OH GOD! Yes!" she said. Her mouth was open and the words rolled out, mingled against my tongue, smothering themselves in the cavern of my mouth.
Her hands moved up to the zipper and she pulled it down. I wasn't wearing any underwear, and my cock plopped out against her hand. It felt like fire against the velvet softness of her hand, and she moaned softly when she touched it, pulling back slightly with the contact.
But her hesitancy was only momentary, and her fingers went around the shaft of my cock. She squeezed it again, and I felt, the tightening ring of her naked hand pressing against my cockhead. She rubbed it, running her fingers up from the base, then around the knob of head, squeezing it and then plunging her hands down under, between my legs, until she touched my balls.
"You are big," she said. She pushed past my balls, and forced her hand between my legs. I felt the tickling scrape of her finger nails against the mounds of my ass as her hand rubbed itself against my flesh. She tried to push her finger in between the cheeks of my ass, but the tight confines of my pants prevented her.
"Am I bigger than your husband?" I asked.
"Yes… much bigger…"
"Say it then."
"You're much bigger than Bob – your cock is bigger than Bob's."
Hearing her say that made my insides stir. My cock seemed to grow harder, and my passion more intense. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her so bad I could almost taste it. I didn't want to wait.
I pulled my hand from her cunt and placed it on top of hers, on top of my own cock. Grasping my cock, I pulled it towards her cunt. I touched her pussy, and I felt the wetness of her cunt against the tip of my cock. I slid my length through the valley of her slit, wetting the sides of my cock with her lubrication. I bent my cock upward and pushed it against her, into the open wetness of her cunt. I felt my cock enter her body just a tiny bit, so that I could feel the warmth of her insides bathing the head of my cock. I stiffened my legs and began to push myself all the way inside of her.
"Not yet!" she begged. "Too soon! You promised you would… eat me!"
I pushed the tip of my cock in and out of her body, never plunging it into her more than an inch or two. I was teasing her with my hardness, pushing myself against the entrance of her cunt.
"Tell me then," I said to her. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Eat me, you fuck!" she said through her teeth. She was feeling the tickle of my cock, and I knew she was enjoying it. "Eat my cunt, you fuck!"
I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her. My cock was still buried up to the tip in her pussy. She wrapped her thighs around me, and I carried her towards the bed. My knees banged into the mattress, and I lowered her carefully down, moving slowly, allowing her to feel my cock still inside her cunt. Her legs rested against the upper part of my body, bent at the knees as they slipped over my shoulders. Her whole underside was exposed as it lay on the bed, and I couldn't resist pushing myself once, deeply into her. I did, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash across my cock. Her cunt was like warm water. I plunged once, then pulled out.
"God!" she moaned as I pulled out, and involuntarily her hands went for my cock, attempting to prevent my withdrawal. But I had moved too quickly, and I was out. Her hand touched itself against her cunt, and she pushed a finger up, inside herself, attempting to relieve the ache my probing cock had left behind.
Her legs were still up, her body bent in half, and I slid my hands from her ass, up the backs of her thighs until they locked themselves in the joints of her knees. I pressed her legs back and apart, fully revealing her upturned cunt.
She had a lovely cunt. Her hair was slightly darker, almost red-brown. Her legs were open wide, and the lips of her cunt were pulled apart. I could see the delicate flap of the inner lips pulling away from the hole, and there, just beyond the hole, the dark red wetness of the canal itself. It was still open slightly, bearing the closing impression that my thick cock had made inside. Up at the top of her cunt, I could see the bud of her clitoris poking from the forest of dark brown pubic hairs.
I plunged forward and licked her clit. My tongue went out and wrapped itself around the nub, pushing at it in an exaggerated, long licking motion.
"Ohmygod!" she moaned. She grabbed her own breasts and began to rub them with the flat of her palm across the nipple. "I've never felt anything like this…"
I stuck my tongue from out of my lips, stiffened it, and began to flick it across the tip of her clitoris. I moved my tongue rapidly, stroking the bud with a basting of wet pleasure. As I stroked her, I began to vibrate my head and tongue back and forth, adding another level of intensity to her excitement.
"Lick it… oh Christ!… lick it!"
But I wanted more than to just lick it. I wanted to become a part of her pleasure. I flattened my tongue against her cunt and licked upward, pushing down against her as hard as I could. I started at her hole and licked up through the wet slit of her cunt until I found my mouth again encircling the center of her pleasure. I sucked the clit up into my mouth as though it were a nipple, and I began to suck on it, scraping my teeth against its sides, biting down into its flesh almost.
Then I moved away, and stood up. My fingers were trembling as they worked at opening all of my buttons and buckles and zippers. My body was aching to be naked.
"Come back," Gail moaned. "Oh Jesus!… It's so wet… my cunt's so wet… The air feels strange against the wet."
As soon as I was naked, I threw myself against her writhing body. Her flesh was hot against my nakedness, and I rubbed myself against her body. My cock slipped up between her legs and she closed her thighs around it. I felt the wetness of her cunt, and I began to pump my cock in and out of it.
My lips found her tits, and I pulled one up into my mouth. I licked at the nipple with my tongue, and gave her the same pleasure that I had with her clit. She began to squirm and moan and flay her arms wildly about.
"I want to eat you!" she screamed.
She pulled herself away from me and plunged her mouth down towards my cock. She grasped my cock with both her hands and brought her lips down to it. She was like a diver drowning, grasping for a life preserver. I felt her tongue touch the tip of my cock, bathing it with her saliva as she ran the flat part of her tongue against the sensitive underside, just at the base of the head.
"Suck it!" I encouraged her. "Take it into your mouth and suck it!"
"I've never…" she began. "I've never…"
"Suck it!" I commanded. My cock felt as though it were going to explode.
My words urged her on. She opened her mouth and let my cock slip into it. I felt her wetness and teeth, and then her moving tongue as it slid against my cock. She closed her lips against the side of my shaft, tightening the pressure she was bringing against my cock. She began to move her head up and down my shaft, moving her mouth with an irregular, inexperienced tempo. I could feel her licking at the shaft of my cock as it slid back forth past her tongue. Her saliva dribbled down the sides of my cock, making it grow slippery and well oiled. My cock pumped in and out of her open mouth.
"Good!" I told her. "Good!"
And she was. I think it was a combination of her growing enthusiasm and the awkward, gracelessness of her oral technique. Sucking cock was a new experience for Gail Bowman, I could tell, one that she was rapidly growing to enjoy.
I held her moving head with my hands, attempting to check her wild enthusiasm. I guided her open face up and down the thickness of my cock, watching it push like an obscene cigar through her puckered lips. I watched the shaft disappear down her throat, and felt the wetness of her mouth moving against me. I arched my back upward and pressed my crotch into her face, burying as much of my cock as I could.
Her mouth opened and gasped for air, and she felt as though she were choking on my cock. I pushed myself all the way up, watching the dark, curling hairs at the base of my cock as they rubbed against her gasping lips.
Her eyes widened and she pulled herself back. She was gasping, yet her excitement, was unchecked. My selfishness had only provoked her to grow even wilder.
"Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck me!"
Her eyes were glazed, and her mouth hung loose and slobbered with saliva. Her long brown hair was matted and stringy, and perspiration dribbled down across her breasts.
Before I could move, she leaped upon me. I was lying on my back, and she moved up around me, straddling her open legs on either side of my middle. She grabbed my cock in her hand and pushed it up into her hot cunt, hunching downward upon it at the same time, bringing down her whole weight. I felt my cock slide up inside of her, and she pulled her guiding hand free from between our crotches. Our bodies were joined.
After my cock was in her, she continued to move forward, until she was lying flat against me. Her thighs slid down between mine, bending at the knees, and hooking her ankles behind my knees. I arched my back and plunged my erect cock as deeply into her cunt as I could.
She was moaning now, loudly. Her breasts were flattened against my chest, and her face was buried against my neck. She began biting my neck, sucking my flesh up into her mouth with her teeth. Her hair was in my eyes, and I brushed it back so I could see.
She humped herself up and down on my cock, pumping her stomach against mine, undulating her muscles so that she met each thrust of my cock with an equal thrust of her pelvis. She tightened her thighs against mine, and wriggled her feet under my calves so that she was almost on her knees. She pushed herself down against my cock, tightening the muscles in her cunt around the invading hardness of my erection.
I pushed her top upward by her shoulders, and she stiffened her arms so that her body was no longer touching my chest. Her breasts were dangling in my face, and I bent my head forward until I captured a nipple between my lips. I licked the nipple with my mouth and pumped my cock in and out of her cunt.
"Oh! Jesus! Oh!" she said, uttering each word separately. Her breathing was thick and wet, and her chest was heaving so rapidly that I had trouble keeping her tit in my mouth. She began to tighten her thighs around mine, and she screwed her cunt down against my cock. She began to tremble.
"Fuck me, I'm cuming!" she screamed.
I slipped my hands around the cheeks of her ass, grasping them like handles, and using them to guide her body up and down. My back was arched into a bow, and my ass was lifted clear of the mattress. Standing on the heels of my feet, my legs straining, I continued to push myself in and out of her cuming cunt. My pace began to increase as I felt my own orgasm suddenly building near the back of my cock.
"Cum inside of me!" Gail yelled. "I want to feel your cum inside of me where his is… where Bob's is!"
I could feel her cunt moving around me, warm and wet. I could hear the squishing sounds of my cock plowing through the valley of her slit, moving the lips of her cunt up and down. Her cunt muscles tightened in a sudden, sexual spasm, and I felt her body suck upward, taking the whole length of my cock.
"Sweet Jesus!" she said again. "I'm cuming again…"
It was then that I began to cum. It felt like my cock was melting inside of her. I felt the tip open up, and then a burning torrent of scum spilled out and upward, into the hollow of her cunt. My balls felt as though they were straining to keep up with the flow of cum, but my body did not stop, and I continued to pump liquid into her box.
As I was cuming, Gail began to cum a third time. Her cunt tightened around me, squeezing my cock until I thought it would be crushed in the tightening trap of her cunt. I felt wave after wave of my orgasm crash against my balls, and my cock continued to jerk even though there was no scum remaining in my body to spew forth.
I felt the sperm dribbling out of her cunt as she finally began to loosen her grip on my cock. The cum was wet and sticky, and it dripped down the side of my cock and ran over my balls. My arched back broke, and I fell against the bed. My cock fell limply from her cunt, and flopped down between my legs. Gail's cunt continued to dribble sperm across my belly.
I pushed her off me, and she fell heavily beside me. Her eyes were open and she was staring at the ceiling. Her tits bobbled up and down. Her body was coated with perspiration, and her brown hair was splayed across the pillow like broken strands of dirty sunlight.
My body was numb. I couldn't feel anything and my thoughts were scattered and confused. I was aware of shifting light and movement out of the corner of my eye. I moved my head and saw that it was Gail. She was on her knees, and she was crawling towards my cock. Her eyes were still glazed and her mouth hung open. She reminded me of a predatory animal, stalking its prey.
I felt her mouth again on my cock. She began to suck it gently, reawakening the ache in my balls. My cock was shriveled and flaccid, and lay like a dead weight in her mouth.
"Enough," I told her. I tried to push her head away from my crotch. "Enough."
Reluctantly she let my cock fall from her lips, but instead of ceasing, she bent towards my belly. I felt her tongue licking at the puddles of my sperm, as a cat might lick at a bowl of milk. Her tongue tickled my skin with its raw rubbing, but she continued to move across me until she had licked up every drop of scum.
"For someone who hasn't had much oral experience," I managed to say, "you sure are a rapid learner."
She looked up at me, smiling. Her chin was wet. "You better believe it," she said.
She reached down and grabbed my cock in her hand and she squeezed it.
"That was wonderful," she said.
"Good," I answered. "I'm glad you like it."
She looked at me again. Her eyes were serious. "I want to tell you something," she said.
"What?"
"You promise you won't laugh?"
"No. I promise."
"That was the first time… in my whole life… that I ever had an orgasm from screwing… the first time!"
"Really?"
"Before, I've always had to masturbate myself to orgasm while we were fucking. That was the first time I've ever cum like that!"
"Well," I said. "I'm glad I lived up to my ad."
"It was so good, I almost feel like paying you for it," she said, rubbing my balls.
I pushed her hand away. "Thank you. I've been paid in full."
She laughed. "When can I see you again?"
I thought for a moment. "Tomorrow, I guess," I told her.
"Good." She said the word in the same tone as she did over the telephone when she had asked me the size of my cock. It stirred my half-dead balls again.
"Why?" I asked.
"I have a friend," she began. "A girl friend. Her name is Sandi. Sandi Berns. She lives down the hall."
"So?" I asked.
"I was thinking of inviting her over tomorrow morning," Gail said. "If you don't mind?"
I thought for a moment. "You mean you want me to take on both of you… together?"
"Yes."
This time I didn't have to think. "Sure," I said. I could feel my cock stirring to life. She began to jerk me off with her hand.
"Sandi won't mind?" I asked.
"No," she said, pumping my cock so rapidly that it was beginning to hurt. "We've talked about this together, Sandi and I. We both have similar problems."
"And you want me to solve them?" I said.
"No," said Gail Bowman, just before she put my erect cock back in her mouth. "I want you to fuck us!"
She had come a long way in less than an hour. I wondered what tomorrow would be like.