Chapter 4

It was two days later, and Carol was feeling tinges of nervousness in her stomach as she walked into Larry Gilbert's room.

"Good morning," he said, beaming happily.

"Hello, Larry," she replied in a subdued tone.

"That's no way to greet your lover. Surely you can talk to me a little friendlier than that."

"Let's forget about what happened the other day."

"Forget about it?" he looked at her incredulously. "Come on now. That's about all I've been thinking about ever since it happened."

"I wish you would dismiss it from your mind."

"No way. This was just too fantastic."

"Come on, Larry, I'll wash you now."

"Oh yes, that means I take off all my clothes."

He looked at her and winked happily.

"Don't get any strange ideas," she warned.

"Well, I don't know if you'd call them strange. I think you'd call them just downright normal."

"I really wish you would get off that kick. We did what we did, and that's it. I don't want to discuss this anymore."

"I don't want to discuss it either. I don't want to discuss anything, as a matter-of-fact. I'd like some more action."

"That's exactly what I don't want to hear," she replied crossly. "I'm a nurse, not a sex object. I'm not a whore. I'm not your personal mistress."

"You don't have to be any of those things. You can just be a girl who wants to get some kicks, and I can be a guy who wants to give them to you."

"Go to hell."

"That's pretty strong language."

"It's deserved in your case."

"You know, it really makes me feel bad to hear you go on like this."

"I wouldn't, unless you pushed me into it."

"It really makes me feel sad. It makes me feel like you're really not the least bit grateful for that fuck I gave you the other day."

"It's not a case of gratitude or ingratitude. It's a case of realizing what happened."

"O.K., O.K.," he shook his head. "I get the point."

She began breathing a little easier, determining that perhaps he had indeed gotten the point.

He removed his clothing quickly. Now he was all ready to be washed.

As she began to wash his genitals, she once more began to feel excited.

There was something about that guy that really turned her on whenever she saw his cock getting hard.

She could feel the lump in her throat, and now she was fearful about once more weakening under pressure.

Larry was shrewd enough to observe what was going on inside her. He was able to determine in his own mind that she was getting more and more excited for action, and that she was gradually weakening.

As she finished washing him, he reached down with his right hand and jerked on his now hard cock. It was as erect as it could possibly be.

"Just take a look at that," he chuckled. "Come on now, baby, you don't have to be such a spoilsport. You certainly should enjoy this, baby."

The longer that she watched his fingers working up and down on that lengthy rod, the more her resistance weakened.

Once again she became extremely agitated as she watched him go through the paces.

As he kept up those finger movements, she was watching him with great interest.

"How'd you like to go down on me?" he asked with a smile.

"How'd you like to drop dead?"

"Come on now. Don't talk to me like that. You know that you're excited for sex. You want it, baby. Let's admit it. You're not doing a very good job of hiding it."

"What makes you so sure of yourself?"

"I can see that expression on your face. You're dying to find out what it's like to lick my cock. Come on, honey, just take it away from me and grab a hold of it. I'll bet that after you've pumped on it a few times, you're going to be so curious you're going to want to lick around the tip of it. Then you're really going to be on your way."

"You're certainly confident of yourself, aren't you?"

"I know a hot chick when I see one, and you're definitely in that category."

"You really think I'm that hot for it?"

"I know you are, and so do you," he said. "Now go ahead, baby, just grab a hold of that rod of mine. Just move those fingers of yours a little bit."

She reached out and grabbed a hold of his rod, letting it dangle in her fingers.

There was something almost magical in that cock of his, she immediately noticed, and now she began to work those fingers up and down his hard rod.

The longer that she put them to work, the faster that she began to move them.

Up and down she worked ever so briskly, getting turned on every bit as much on this occasion as she had previously.

As she worked those fingers over his huge rod, he began to smile.

"O.K., work the fingers of your right hand over my cock, just like you're doing, and with the other hand, you can work the fingers over my balls," he exclaimed. "Come on and keep up that action, baby, keep it up. Oh honey, you're really coming through now."

She instinctively did precisely what he asked. By that time she was almost exclusively under his domination without even knowing it.

Now those fingers of both hands were working ever so briskly. The fingers of one hand were working their way over his cock, while the fingers of the other hand were working devastatingly on his balls.

After keeping up those movements for quite some time, she decided that it might be a good idea for her to find out what it would be like to let her tongue come into contact with his cock.

As she leaned over, she knew precisely what to expect.

"That's it, work that tongue around my cock," he said. "Once you start doing that, you're not going to want to stop, baby. You're going to want to lick and lick until you finally make me explode. So put that tongue to work, darling, get it to work on my cock."

As she continued to let the fingers of her left hand work freely over his balls, she let her tongue soar with devastating passion along the long throbbing rod of his.

At first she did no more than just barely touch it, moving her tongue over the very tip of it. But the longer she kept up the activity, the more excited she became. Her movements became more rapid, and after a while she began to extend them up and down the length of his entire organ.

"Oh, now you're cooking, baby, now you're really cooking," he exclaimed. "Keep working that tongue over my cock, baby, and keep the fingers moving over my balls. Oh, I really like what you're doing, oh, this is great, keep up those fantastic movements. You are really getting the job done, sweetheart, you are really exciting me now. Oh, it won't be long before I'm going to give you a mouthful of my hot juice, and when you get it, you'll want to eat every drop of that hot stuff. It's good hot sperm, baby, and it will make you feel good to swallow it. So keep up those movements, honey, don't let up for one second, keep that tongue going."

His encouragement caused her to lick his penis all the more frenziedly.

Now she was letting that tongue move quickly, working it as rapidly as she could up and down the length of his huge organ.

She savored letting her tongue come into consistent devastating contact with that hard rod of his.

The longer that she kept it up, the closer he came to shooting. Now his body was rocking as he lay there on that bed.

"Keep licking, honey, keep on licking," he gasped, "just keep up the tongue work. Keep the tongue moving, honey, keep it going. Oh, I love it, I love that action. Keep that tongue working, keep it sliding, oh baby, work that tongue."

She was now looking forward to receiving that juice. She remembered one other occasion when she had performed fellatio on a young man. It had been when she was in high school, and that time, just as he was getting ready to explode, she moved her mouth away from his organ so that his orgasm splattered on the floor.

The young man had been angry about it, but she had not cared. She did not want to get quite that intimate with him. Not to the point of receiving his load.

But with this young man it was different. She wanted to receive Larry's hot load. She wanted to obtain the generous delights afforded by that hot instrument, and its exploding mechanism.

"Ah, I'm there, I'm there," he exclaimed.

Now he threw his fingers on top of her head and ran them through her hair.

"Come on, honey, come on, baby, keep that going, eat that cum, eat that juicy sperm," he said.

She went to work, determined to taste his hot load.

She waited for those first few hot droplets of white orgasmic liquid to penetrate out of the end of his solid rod and into her mouth.

"Eat it, eat it, eat my juice," he exclaimed. "Come on, baby, go after my liquid. Oh, eat that juice, eat that hot juice, baby, you can do it, baby, you can eat it all. You can collect that juicy reward."

She stuck with it. At first she gasped and coughed several times, but she did her best in terms of trying to eat as much of his orgasmic liquid as she could.

She stuck with it all the way, spitting out only a few droplets of his orgasm.

As she removed her tongue from his penis, she felt very strange about what had just transpired.

"I taught you quite a lesson," Larry laughed. "You weren't all that experienced at going down on guys, were you?"

"No, I wasn't."

"You're more experienced now."

"I guess I am."

"Thanks to me."

"Now don't pat yourself on the back too much."

"Well, I am pretty proud of it."

"O.K., as I said before. Not a word of this to anyone."

"That's our secret, baby. You're the best screw a guy ever had."

"I'm delighted to know you respect me so much."

"I respect you as a woman, and that's really all that counts. I think you're great at sex. I can't say anything better about any woman other than that."

"No, to a horny guy like you, I guess that would be the ultimate compliment."

"You bet your sweet ass it is. How about some more sex?"

"I've got to be leaving."

"When will I see you again?"

"I don't know."

"I hope it's soon."

"We'll see."

She left the room knowing fully well that she had the next day off.

Now she was able to see just how widely encompassing this dilemma was becoming.

The more sex action that she obtained from Larry Gilbert, the better that she liked it. She wondered if she was on the verge of entering a new phase of promiscuity, one that perhaps would exceed even that which she had experienced when she was in high school.

She had mixed feelings about the whole thing. Certainly she had enjoyed the sex with Larry, but she wondered just how far it was going to carry her.

She was fearful about the prospects for the future.