Chapter 9

"What the hell do you mean?" Jordy growled. "You don't think you're going to leave me like this, do you?"

"Funny, I've asked men the same thing more often than I care to remember," Carole said ironically. "No, I'm not going to leave you. Provided you're willing to earn your climax. I want something, too."

"What! A 69? Want me to suck your pussy?"

"Yes, but not right now. Right now, I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling. Tell me if I'm sucking your cock well."

"I can already tell you that. Yes! Double yes! You're fantastic!"

"That won't do. You have to say it while I'm sucking you. Not just a word or two, here and there. I mean that you have to really talk to me."

She breathed against his cock and began to fondle it with her lips and the tip of her tongue. She pushed at his leg and moved her lips down his prick. He put his feet on the edge of the couch and spread his thighs. She moved lower and began to lap his nuts with swift strokes of her tongue.

"Damn!" he muttered.

He had never experienced anything quite like this. No one had ever licked his balls. He knew she wouldn't take his cock back into her mouth until he capitulated and told her what she wanted to hear. He was tempted to keep his mouth shut and see how long she would wait before she began to suck his cock again.

The temptation lasted less than a minute. She was a damned strong-willed woman. She could stop at any time without suffering. He groaned and trembled all over as the tip of her tongue caressed his balls. Tendrils of fire shot through him and his arousal careened higher.

"All right, dammit!" he muttered. "Yes! Whatever you want! I'll talk to you! Just suck my cock. Please! I'm about to die!" He grabbed her head with both hands.

She pushed his hands away roughly. "Remember what I told you about touching me," she admonished. "Touching is my part."

"Oh, shit, Carole, whatever! Please! Please! I'm dying."

"Oh, don't be silly. Of course you're not dying." She squeezed his prick and balls together "Your cock is pretty hard, isn't it?

Does it hurt when it gets this hard?"

"Yes! like a toothache! It aches all the way down to my toes."

"Mmmmmm, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" She drew her head back and dragged her tongue up the shaft of his cock. She looked at him over the end of his trembling prick as she lapped and kissed it. "Are you ready to cum?" she said in a hoarse whisper.

He swallowed dryly and nodded vigorously. "Oh, God, yeah!" he groaned.

"Okay. I want you to cum a lot. I haven't had a drink of hot cum in ages. You have to give me lots of it."

"I'll probably drown you! Just suck! I want your hot mouth on my cock. You're the best cocksucker ever."

She gripped the base of his cock with both hands. She opened her mouth wide, lowered her head, and took his cock between her lush lips.

"Ooohhh, yeahhh! That's it, baby! Suck my cock!"

The muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled. A groaning sigh of relief burst from his lips, punctuating his words as her hot, damp mouth engulfed his cock. She thrust her head down until her lips were stretched tight and the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.

"Damn, what a wonderful cocksucker!"

She began to bob her head up and down with a determined insistence. She stimulated him rapidly with her mouth and tongue, forcing him toward a climax.

"Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Almost. You've almost got it. I can feel it swelling! Gonna cum, baby! Suck, baby, suck! Suck my cum out. Use your tongue like that. Oh, yes, that's it baby! Go! Suck the cum right out of my hard cock!"

His body stiffened. His hips arched off the couch. Her head began to bob faster. Damp sounds came from her wet mouth. Saliva filled her mouth and streamed down his shaft.

A quiver raced through him. "Suck my cum out, baby, suck my cum out!" he moaned. "Oh, God, yes! Suck my cock!"

He writhed on the couch in the throes of ecstasy as his cum began to spurt from his cock. She paused for a moment, then began to swallow quickly and continued to bob her head rapidly. She kneaded his balls and squeezed his cock as his jism gushed into her mouth and slid down her gullet. She ate his cum avidly. Droplets seeped out of her lips and trickled down the shaft of his cock to blend with her saliva.

His cock quickly shriveled up to a limp tube of sticky flesh. She licked it and rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue, lapping up the last of his cum. He panted hoarsely, his chest heaving as he lay limply. She continued to suck his cock for a few more minutes. Then she let it slide from her mouth and cupped it in one hand. She kissed the head, then looked up at him and smiled.

"Amazing how quickly it goes from a nice hard rod of hot flesh to a limp tube of nothing."

"I wouldn't call it nothing!" he said indignantly.

"Just a figure of speech, dear. Don't get angry." She raised up and kissed him on the mouth. "Was it good? Did you like the way I sucked you?"

"It was great! What about you? You didn't cum. Can't I.. . ? "

"Later. This was my treat. Just a little taste of what's to come. In a manner of speaking."

"In a manner of speaking," he echoed. "I've been wanting you to do that."

"Do what, dear?"

"I've been wanting you to suck me off."

"All you had to do was ask. Do your other ladies suck you off?"

"Don't tease me, Carole. We haven't agreed not to date others. You have no right to be jealous."

"Oh, you dear, naive young man! I'm not jealous. I'm curious! Do you get sucked off very often? Is that one of the things your generation does routinely?"

"Not necessarily. Some women do, some women don't. How about your generation? Is oral sex something you do a lot?"

She shrugged. "Some men would never think of going down on a woman. God only knows why, but that's the way it is. As for women, they're allowed to suck cock as long as they aren't married to the man they suck."

"I don't understand. You mean that men won't let their wives suck them off?"

"That's exactly what I mean," she said sadly. "They were brought up to believe that 'nice' girls don't suck cock. Especially if they have children. Motherhood and apple pie, you know. If the men want a blow job, they find another woman to do it. Even if the other woman is another man's wife."

"I've never heard of anything so dumb!"

"That's the way it is. A lot of those guys are still around. Believe me, I know."

"Well, I'm sure glad that I'm not one of them! You can suck my cock anytime. Or all the time."

"No, dear, not all the time. There are other uses for this." She playfully bounced his prick in her palm. "And, we have other things to do now. Why don't you come over to my place tonight for dinner? About seven."

"Hey, that sounds super! Can I bring something?"

"Just this," she said as she squeezed his cock. "Full charged and ready to fire. Now, get out of here and go to work. I can't pay you to play sex games with me." She grinned, indicating that she was teasing. One could never be too careful with these young guys. She never knew when he was going to take seriously something she said in jest.

As she dressed, she thought about what she had just done. It was totally un-like her to suck the young man off, then not ask for anything in return. She had her reasons, however. One, she wanted to show him that she was willing to do a lot more than just lie on her back and let him fuck her. And two, she wanted to build a longing in herself. A deep, hard desire that would boil and bubble all day.

The moment she stepped out in the gym, Bette confronted her.

"You might as well come clean," Bette said, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "I know what's going on between you two."

"Between who? Are you a keyhole peeper?"

"Don't play dumb with me, you little minx. I'm talking about you and Jordy. I saw him come out of your office looking like he had just visited heaven. His feet never touched the floor. How is he? Does he know what to do with that hunk of meat hanging between his legs? His legs are pretty good-looking, by the way. Is his cock as nice."

"Bette!"

"Oh, don't be an old prude! He's a real hunk. Cute little tight ass. Good legs. Nice broad shoulders. A trim waist. If he has a nice cock, you couldn't ask for anything more. I'm not jealous, Carole. I just.. . . "

"Yes, you are jealous, Bette," Carole interrupted. "Your eyes are so green with jealousy, they sparkle. And you know it. How do you know that you have anything to be jealous about?"

"I just know, Carole. You can't hide those things. Not from me, anyway. I know he's screwing you. Does he do it well? Does he really take care of your needs?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself, Bette," Carole challenged. "You talk a lot, but I've never seen you do anything about it."

"Don't think I haven't considered it! But I don't know a young stud who wants to waste his time with an old woman like me." Bette sounded so forlorn.

Carole's heart went out to her friend. As it would to any woman in a similar situation. She had been there herself. They had known each other socially for a few years, but they weren't close friends. Maybe there was something she could do, however, some way she could help the woman in her hour of need.

"Nonsense," she said sincerely. "You're not an old woman. I'm 45. You're what, four or five years older?"

"I'm 50. What does that prove? Look at the vast difference between a girl of 15 and a young woman of 20. That's only five years, but what a five years!"

"You're looking at it the wrong way. Comparing apples to oranges. There's little different between a woman of 20 and a woman of 25. You've got a fine mind and a good body. You keep yourself in good shape. Not every man goes for the voluptuous type, like me. What the hell, give it a try. The most the guys can do is say no."

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Bette lamented. "I can't stand the thought of being told no. It scares the hell out of me. Besides, I'm not promiscuous. Not really."

"Well, neither am I!"

"Oh, Carole, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Forgive me. I was trying to say that you're right. I talk a better game than I play."

"Okay, apology accepted. Listen, maybe I can help in some way. Introduce you to some of the young guys who hang out here, break the ice for you. Whatever."

"It would take more than an introduction. I'd still have to go through that awful period of trying to get them to ask me out."

"Why? You can ask them out. Women do it all the time these days. The young guys more or less expect it."

"Maybe some women do, but not me. I can't bring myself to do that. Maybe you can just throw me your leftovers. Your discards."

"Oh, you figure if they'll get it on with me, they'll get it on with you, is that it?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess that's sort of what I mean."

"You deserve better, Bette. Let me think about it for a while. I'll come up with something. If you don't want to start with a young man, try Lela. She goes both ways. Why don't you give her a whirl?"

Bette ignored the remark. She never had any problem getting all the pussy she wanted. She had already tried Lela. She liked the woman, but she wanted a cock!

"I don't want something!" she laughed, a musical sound that warmed the heart. "I want a virile, energetic young stud!"

"Bette, you've got a lot more going for you than you think you do. We'll work it out. Give me a few days."

"If you could think of something, I would be really grateful, Carole. I mean really grateful. You have no idea what I can do when I'm grateful. I always pay my debts."

"You wouldn't owe me anything, Bette. I would be doing it as a friend."

"Maybe I want to owe you something," Bette said cryptically, walking away before Carole could respond.