Gary’s body began trembling as he began realizing he had never been in the presence of such incredible sensuality then he began recalling how he felt a log time ago. The same warm feeling of being desired and wanted for something beyond human, that feeling of longing leading passion for more physical pleasure just before the physical emerges to capture the essence of the moment. Then he suddenly inhaled through his nose and the fragrance in the space reminded him of a scent he smelled in a small room long ago.
As he looked down and watched Lane’s finger surround the glistening tip of his penis we wanted to tell her how much he wanted to feel her breasts against his throbbing penis, but when she placed her wet finger in her mouth and sucked it then looked up at him with a sexy gaze, Gary’s crotch became heated and his penis exploded. A stream of semen flew into the air and before it landed on Lane’s breast another stream followed, then another. Gary’s knees became weak and he dropped his hands to the top of Lane’s head as his loins caught fire. He thrust his hips forward and held her head against his abdomen then as his penis continued to pump against Lane’s neck he whispered like a squeaking small creature in pain, “I can’t help it Elaine.”
Gary exhausted what little air he had in his lungs, fell back onto the sofa and sat as he watched his semen ooze down Lane’s neck and breasts. He sat still for a moment catching his breath as he watched the woman before him use her fingers to wipe the white goop off her skin and lick the sticky sauce off her fingers. Gary was so overcome by the vision in front of him he had no words then Lane smiled a little and said, “Lesson number six …you know what honey … let’s save lesson number six for next weekend, I think you’ve learned enough for one day.”
Gary felt he had failed to the point he needed to apologize for his stupid penis, and after his breathing returned to normal he said in a near whisper, “I’m sorry Elaine, I can never hold it.”
As Lane licked her fingers she gazed into Gary’s eyes and when she noticed his sincerity, she dropped her hand to her thigh and said, “Go home, take a hot shower, get my smell off your skin, and if your wife refuses tonight, tell her to pack her bags and get the hell out of your life.”
Gary was shocked at the expression on Lane’s face and he had to ask, “What are you going to do?”
Lane giggled a little then said calmly, “If you must know, I have toys to play with and I’m going to shove one up my twat and the other into my colon and turn the sons of bitches on high … if you hear screaming tonight, it’s the old bat across the street having one hell of a fucking orgasm,” then Lane stood, pat Gary gently on his head, turned then stepped toward the hallway. Gary could only gaze at Lane’s white buttocks wiggle until she disappeared. Then he signed, dressed then left in silence clicking the door shut behind him.
Gary went home, undressed, tossed his clothes into the hamper as if they were foreign matter, showered, shampooed his hair again, scrubbed his penis, scrotum, cleaned his rectum with his finger and began having thoughts about approaching Mindy and asking her a very personal question about her clitoris. In a few moments he found himself stroking his penis while visions of Suzy’s naked buttocks flashed in his mind.