Chapter Fourteen -- Geezers
Laura felt as nervous as a schoolgirl as she waited in the little room in the
old convent house. Her husband was coming. And she was going to make sure that
he came. Several times, if possible.
With advice from the staff, she chose a Merry Widow corset, stockings, and pumps
with three-inch heels for her costume. Thes taff had allowed her peeks at Bill's
answers on the questionnaires so she knew that he liked the idea of corsets.
'But will he like me in a corset?' she wondered. 'Is it too late for us? Has
there been no sex for too long?'
Still feeling bashful even though she was alone, Laura massaged some more of the
hormone cream into her pussy. It felt wonderful. So did the natural lubrication
she produced with the help of hormone replacement. So did the movements of her
fingers. So did...
"Gad, that looks erotic," Bill smiled from the doorway.
"I was just getting ready for you," she smiled, embarrassed by being caught in
the act but hoping and praying he liked what he saw. He calmly stepped up in
front of her and kissed her. Well. His tongue shot out immediately to stimulate
all the nerves inside her mouth. She remembered to kiss back, something she had
always been too shy to do. And then she didn't have to try to remember as
instinct and hormones took over.
They kissed, then kissed some more. After an eternity that surely lasted only a
few minutes, Bill folded the top of one of the corset's breast cups under her
breast so he could suck a nipple. As the dark flesh grew hard, the nubbin sent
signals to her pussy, stimulating nerves and glands that had been dormant for
lack of a simple hormone. "Don't stop," Laura begged her husband.
"Not for a long time," he grinned, exposing her other nipple for similar
attention.
"Oh, dear Lord, it's been so long," Laura cried softly, holding onto her
husband's nearly bald head.
"I feel like a kid again," he snickered.
"I'm no kid," she told him.
"No kid could look this good," he told her, pushing her backward onto the bed
and spreading her legs. He went to the same classes as the other men and was
careful to pad his knees as he settled in for the long term, licking between his
wife's thighs.
"I want to do you," Laura complained, anxious to show her husband that she still
wanted him, still loved him more than life itself.
"I'm in charge here," he told her.
"But..."
"No buts, old woman. One more sound out of you and I'll leave and come back when
you're in a more receptive mood."
Fearful that he might actually follow through with his threat, Laura lay there,
tense and worried and... Darn, that felt good. Just like before the babies were
born, when nobody talked about oral sex, and Laura considered it so dirty and
nasty and naughty that it sent her into convulsive, mind-blowing orgasms that
she had to stifle to prevent waking the neighbors when they lived in that little
apartment over the garage.
Laura wanted to tell Bill to take off his clothes. She wanted to tell him that
she still loved him. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted to suck his
cock. She wanted to tell him that it was _RIGHT THERE_! She made a strangled
sound in her throat.
After twenty-four years of marriage, Bill knew what that sound meant. She was
getting hot and he was hitting the button just the right way. Time to back off a
little and give his bride a bit more time to build up her excitement. It also
allowed him to cool off a bit himself.
Twenty minutes later, Laura was making strangled sounds almost continuously as
he licked and sucked, a finger probing her well-lubricated pussy and smearing
the lubricant around the puffy lips. It was driving her crazy. She wanted to beg
him to get her off but he said, "Not one more word." There was no way she was
going to spoil it.
She didn't. Bill realized that there was a perfect amount of stimulation. If he
waited too long, she'd get numb. And she certainly wasn't numb when he began to
concentrate the attention of his tongue more on her clitoris. He added a second
finger when he probed her insides again, gently stretching and filling her. More
pressure, faster flicking, and she started to quiver violently. Bill wrapped his
arms around her thighs and held on, faster, harder with the tongue, and she
bucked her hips up. Faster and harder and her pelvis stayed high in the air and
she exploded, shouting, "Ah, oh YES, gawd, oh."
He let her down easy, continuing to lick between her pussy lips but more gently
now. Once in a while he'd flick his tongue tip across her clit to make her jump
in surprise. Or draw a finger over her puckered butt hole to make her clench.
Or...
Damn, he was having fun. When he tried to remember the last time it was this
much fun, all he remembered was the frustration of licking her and getting
little or no reaction. He knew she faked arousal. That was at least ten years
ago. But now... He smiled and started licking again.
"No," Laura whimpered. "It's your turn."
"Shut up, woman," he snapped, pushing a third finger up her twat as he began
licking again, swiping firmly across the top of her clit until she moaned, then
backing off again to start over. If she was going to get numb, so be it. But she
didn't act as if she was getting numb. In fact, she hadn't quite come all the
way down from her first orgasm so the feeling of his tongue and lips and those
damned mustache hairs that tickled her clit when he licked the rim of her pussy
hole was so intense that...
It took a while, maybe thirty minutes that lasted forever, but she came for a
second time, more intensely than the first. And Bill hadn't even undressed yet!
"Please," Laura begged. "No more."
"What? You want me to leave?"
"_NO!_" she screamed, afraid he was serious. She tried to look up at him but the
stiffeners in the corset kept her back ramrod straight. She realized that she
would probably need help just to stand up. It was either that or roll onto her
belly and slide down until her feet met the floor and then push up with her
hands.
"So you want me to stay?"
"Yes, please," she giggled giddily, catching her breath.
"Let's get something to eat," he suggested, pulling her to a sitting position by
both hands.
"But don't you want to... to fuck me?"
"No," he smiled down on her. "I want tit for tat, oral sex for oral sex."
She reached out to unzip his pants and he pulled back. "After we get something
to eat," he snickered. "I've heard about this place and I want to eyeball all
the naked girls I was told about."
It was lunchtime. Laura introduced him to some of the women and pointed out
others, especially the single freshmen and the toys. She described the scene
Friday night when Tina was caned and how Tina had an orgasm during her
punishment.
They were the oldest couple there but not by much. Jessie, one of the seniors,
and her husband Ben joined the couple at a table and they were soon talking like
old friends. Jessica pointed out the various differences between the different
levels. Laura noticed for the first time that the pussy hair of all the
upperclassmen (upper classwomen?) was trimmed or gone. And juniors often sported
welts on their bottoms.
Although enjoying the 'eye candy' that was all around them, both men
continuously complimented their wives. Jessie bragged about the weight she had
lost and complained about having to buy an entirely new wardrobe when she
finished in two weeks. She assured Laura that she would be a different woman
when she left.
"I already am," she laughed.
"I know what you mean," Jessie grinned. "I felt a little let down after my first
week because hell week is so intense. It gets easier but, well, for me it was
more work and less fun. You'll see."
"But you have a definite kinky streak," Ben laughed aloud. "She was never
happier than when she was in chains."
"You liked it too," Jessie snickered.
"Definitely," he agreed. "I've made a couple of trips to the hardware store.
There will be some surprises when you get home."
"I can't wait," Jessie grinned. "So how are you two doing?"
"Improving," Bill answered vaguely.
"A lot," Laura told Jessie. "My body gave up producing some hormones and we just
about gave up sex for umpteen years. I was afraid it was all over until I got
here."
"So you're on prescription cream, huh?"
"Maximum dose. It's made a tremendous difference in the way I feel."
"You look pretty damned good, too," Bill reminded her.
"I love corsets and old fashioned lingerie, too," Ben agreed.
"Like stockings instead of panty hose."
"I hate panty hose," Bill told them all. "You might as well wear a chastity
belt."
"But they're so much more convenient," Laura started to argue.
"So pick panty hose that men like," Jessie told her. "You'll learn in the next
couple of weeks and get to model them for Bill."
"And everybody else," Ben laughed.
"You loved it!
"I sure did."
"So what did you order?"
"I'll never tell," he teased. "In two weeks you'll find out."
"I take it this is a regular thing," Bill commented.
"Every few weeks the freshman, sophomore, and junior students put on an erotic
fashion show during supper on Saturday," Jessie told the older couple. "It's a
lot of fun and there are always new ideas. You'd think that doing a show three
times would get boring and repetitive but you'll be surprised."
"Sounds interesting," Bill chuckled.
"Especially the private show after dinner," Ben teased Jessie.
"You can have a private show any time you want," she countered.
"I'll hold you to that."
"You can hold me any way you want to, lover."
They talked longer than they planned, sipping decaf' that was initially served
by boy toys in bondage. Long before they left, they had to serve themselves. The
ladies finally collected the mugs and, at Jessie's suggestion, carried them to
the kitchen "so they can appreciate some of our eye candy. Walk with me. Ben
loves looking at swiveling butts and long legs in high heels and hose."
"Not mine," Laura sighed, still feeling fat.
"Especially yours," Jessie chuckled. "Ben's what I call 'nuts about butts' and
he loves variety in bottoms. I kid him that his hobby is studying female
bottoms. And he has an anal fixation that I've finally learned to cope with and
even enjoy."
So the women walked ahead of the men, talking softly. They could barely hear
their husband's voices and couldn't make out what they were talking about, but
Jessie's suspicions turned out to be correct. After the couples split up, Bill
told Laura how much they had enjoyed the show. "Your corset and hose really
emphasize your sexy bottom," Bill chuckled, cupping his hand under her more than
ample left cheek to give it a gentle squeeze.
Back in their room, Bill began stripping off his clothes as soon as the door was
closed. Soon he was nude, exposing a limp penis. "I've been doing multiplication
tables in my head to maintain control. Can you make me lose it?" he challenged
softly.
"I'd like to try," Laura bashfully replied, waiting for him to get into bed. But
he just stood there, closed his eyes and waited. For a few moments, she wondered
what was going on and didn't move. Then she decided to take charge. She got the
kneeling pad, threw it in front of her husband, and knelt down to take his
noodle into her mouth.
"Ah, yes," Bill hissed through gritted teeth as her tongue raked the bottom of
his cock. Laura felt it begin to fill with blood, to rise and stiffen. It was a
powerful feeling, especially when she heard her husband mumbling "..and twelve
times five is sixty; twelve times six is seventy-two; aaah, twelve times, ah
twelve, oh, yes." Her first thought was to tell him to forget the damned
multiplication tables. But when her inexpert slurping caused him to mutter
expletives rather than coherent words, she knew she was doing well. It felt
wonderful to please her husband. But the feeling of power, making him lose his
concentration and making his cock hard and everything felt good until he grabbed
her hair and pushed her away.
"You've got to stop now or it'll be all over for the night," he panted. "I've
got to stop. I want to make it last."
"Well I want you to shoot your gism in my mouth and leave it up to me to get you
up again," she told him seriously. "Don't you think I can?"
"It's not you I'm worried about," he groaned as she tried to lean forward
against his hands that still clutched her hair.
"I want to suck your cock," she said, looking straight ahead at the engorged red
shaft just inches from her mouth. "I want you to fuck my mouth until you fill it
with your gism and then I want to feel it get hard in my mouth again even if it
takes all night. And if we have to sleep for a while to let you recharge, then
I'll wait but," she said, leaning forward until the pull on herhair was painful,
"I need to do this. Please?"
"Oh, geez," he grimaced, relaxing as she engulfed him again, practicing all of
the techniques they had talked about, the most important being to experiment and
observe. Bill loved being tongued around his cock head but didn't react much to
friction on the bottom of his cock until he started tensing in preparation for
his orgasm. But then he craved the friction, holding her head and pumping,
setting a rhythm that was just right to blast spurt after spurt against the back
of her mouth.
She couldn't help it. She gagged and then coughed. But Laura managed to recover
quickly, swallowing twice and then gently continuing to suck as her husband's
legs turned to mush.
"I'm sorry," he panted. "I've got..just got..to lay down.. or sit, ah, shoot."
Laura was pleased with herself as she took his hand, led him to the bed, and
pushed him onto it. Taking a position half way down the bed with her mouth even
with his little limp noodle, she began to nurse on him although his cock was
puckered into a little shriveled blob.
"That was great but I've had it," he managed to say, still out of breath. She
ignored him, enjoying her sucking, wondering if sucking wasn't some primeval
need in human beings. She felt compelled to continue sucking as if she were
nursing on a big teat. "Really. That's it," he told her a few minutes later. And
she still ignored him, feeling a slight swell. "I won't be able to come again
tonight," he informed her as his cock continued to swell. "I'm just too old."
"But maybe I can get off," Laura laughed softly as she climbed up to straddle
him and sink onto his resurrected erection in three firm pumps. There was still
a bit of soreness in her legs from the unaccustomed exercise earlier in the week
but it felt good to be using those muscles to fuck her husband. Besides, one of
her assignments was to masturbate while he was inside her. And another was to
exercise. "Can you feel that?"
"Oh, lawdy, yes," he groaned, gritting his teeth again.
"Did you know that they make me exercise my pussy muscles?"
"Really? How?"
"Lots of ways," she told him, looking down at him lovingly as his hands came up
to caress her breasts. "And I think that this is the most fun way of all," she
told him, squeezing as hard as she could. "We have meters and these metal
things. I'll show you later." She discovered that tensing as she rocked forward
pulled on her labia and provided some very pleasurable stimulation for her. And
it obviously worked for Bill, too. "They make us play with ourselves, too," she
told him shyly, tentatively sliding her index finger down between her labia.
"I'd love to see that," he grinned.
"Then watch," she smiled down at him before closing her eyes and blushing. But
determined to do it. She was going to make herself come while she fucked her
husband.
-=*=-
True to his prediction, Bill didn't come again but Laura got off. Twice. Bill
said it didn't matter to him, that he was getting sore. So they slept until two
a.m. when he obviously wasn't feeling too sore any more since he was sawing in
and out of her pussy as Laura woke up. Bill's arms started to give out so they
switched positions with her on her back and him on his side and she brought
herself off with her fingers again. Then they tried doggie style and she got off
again just as he filled her.
And after church on Sunday, as promised, she showed him the pussy exercises. And
since nobody else was there, she exercised her pussy on his cock again before he
had to leave. She cried when she had to kiss him good bye for another week. So
did he.
