GON#11: Day One; Together 6

Getting Old Now

Chicago, Illinois

10/19/98

10:50 PM

Loving this woman who knew what she wanted and said what she wanted without shame. And a bit ‘kinky’ was more than a bit okay also.

Loving this woman all the more as…

Stopping the progression of his hand long enough to throw the blanket back.

Her eyes closed, her hand encircling his, once again fully resurrected penis.

Widening her thighs as...

Two fingers rubbing along the moist fissure, parting the overlapping lips of her vagina, feeling the heat, feeling the wetness... “Slide down, baby.” Urging her lower onto the bed, changing positions, his head to her thighs...

Knowing where he was going. Wanting him to do what she had very strongly ‘hinted’ at, and now knowing he was about to do. Wanting him to – wanting him to do that which her husband would never do – moving downward on the mattress, making room for Mitchell too lay lengthwise alongside of her.

Her face to his penis, watching as a thread like string of glistening semen made it’s way through Mitchell’s urethra. His thick penis now inches from her mouth. Wanting to! Compelled to, ‘Oh, my God!’

Barbara’s face and eyes and mouth mere inches from solid shaft of Mitchell’s penis. Her hand brushing away the disarray of a few long strands of dark brown hair...

The side of Mitchell’s face rusting upon the soft flesh of Barbara’s inner thigh. His face and eyes and mouth mere inches from Barbara’s dark hued vulva. His fingers moving long strands of dark brown hair aside clearly exposing the fissure within Barbara’s vulva...

Barbara’s thumb and fore-finger held tightly upon either side of Mitchell’s penis, slowly moving the pliable sheath fore and back over the hardened cylindrical shaped flesh within...

Mitchell’s thumb and fore-finger widening Barbara’s vaginal lips, exposing the extremely wet, pink inner flesh…

Sensing the tickle within his urethra..

Seeing the crystalline droplet of escaping per-semen lengthen.

Mitchell’s head now lightly held between Barbara’s upper thighs...

The moist, extremely slight sea tang scent heightening Mitchell’s near unbearable...

Notation: Mitchell’s sense of smell had always been extremely acute, so whenever in ‘this ‘position he and which ever girl/woman he at the time was with, and not wanting to offend her either, would – if possible shower, or if no shower available, both wash the area of crotch and rectum by the best, most effective means available… Naturally this would be only when he and the girl/woman expected to be in a face to vagina and/or penis position and took the time to do it.

Actually, though, the first time he had been in this position had been with ‘Gina Gambos’ in 1949, ‘The Girl With Green Teeth’, but had to find a bathroom to puke in before he’ gotten anywhere near Gina’s vagina.

There had been the farm girl, ‘A Virgin Girl’ ‘Sally Brockman’ in 1951, when, on a dark night, alone on his father’s sail boat harbored in Grant Park harbor in Lake Michigan – after all, ‘skinny dipping,’ they ‘were’ in Lake Michigan.

And certainly there had been his wife, Marsha, from their time in ‘The Shower’ in 1956 when both he and his wife felt the same about the need to shower before partaking in oral sex – which did happen fairly often, at least up until the ten years leading to their divorce in 1986.

Not forgetting ‘Elizabeth Herzon’ – whom Mitchell truly loved. When during their near nine moth affair 1963; which ‘always’ took place in her apartment when both enjoyed taking a beforehand shower together, and their mutual oral activity thereafter.

And, of course ‘Lita’,in 1987, whom, even after their – by Lita’s desecration ‘only,’ were forced to part due to Lita’s perceived racial difference – and even after these eleven years, Mitchell still found hard to speak of.

So, all in all: A subject that in Mitchell Lipensky’s knowledge has never been written of…

‘When giving a blow-job or eating a pussy, unless someone can think of a different way to do it; as one or both nose’s is never more than, right into or one or two inches inches from the other’s asshole, it is s really considerate if there is no residual odor.

Or in the case of Helen – the ‘old lady’ Mitchell had met three months ago – a pussy that does not smell as rotting seaweed would ‘really’ be nice also.

11:o6 PM

Mitchell’s head now lightly held between Barbara’s upper thighs...

The moist, pleasantly slight sea tang scent heightening Mitchell Lipensky’s near unbearable eroticism, moving his head, his face exactly where he wants his his face to be, his tongue, exactly where he and, most certainly Barbara want it to be…

Passionately asked, “Eat me, baby!”

Inches from her mouth, passionately stated, “Love your cock, baby!”

Mitchell’s tongue now probing.

Barbara’s lips tight about ‘Mitchell’ ’. Barbara’s mouth moving inward… moving outward.

Deeper. The forward and back motion of Mitchell’s tongue going along with the…

Barbara sensing the flow of excessive vaginal fluid wetting her thighs.

Feeling the flow of excessive vaginal fluid into his mouth, onto his face, exiting him even, if possible further...

Wanting to! Taking it, sucking as much of the length of...

Sensing the preparatory, near constant tickle within his urethra, alerting him that within a short time, a ‘very’ short time...

Barbara’s pelvis involuntarily moving to meet the erotic thrusting and withdraw of Mitchell’s tongue…

Mitchell’s hips involuntarily moving to meet the warmth and vacuous hold of Barbara’s mouth...

Trusting faster… Faster and deeper…

Drawing and releasing faster...

“Mitch!” Tightening her fingers in Mitchell’s hair as at the same time about his head.

Warm, soft thighs upon either side face; a position and sensation Mitchell Lipensky ‘loved’.

Words coming between gasps. “ ‘I love you, Mitch’!”

“Barb…” forcing his head from the clasp of her thighs ”...Barbara, I’m going too..”

Breath coming harder, faster...

Barbara and Mitchell both sensing a heretofore unknown surrealistic sense of ultimate passion as...

Knowing what quite probably would be happening immediately, her fingers now tighter entwined within his hair, holding him, forcing his head even closer…

“It;s okay, baby!” Words … “Do it, baby!” ...the words spoken a moment before the split second it took to clasp her mouth about his ‘cock’ before – feeling the strong contractions within her mouth, far from repulsed, tasting the fluid of the man she loved, sensing six of seven warm spurts of semen onto the roof of her mouth, at exactly the moment Mitchell easily felt vaginal tics onto his tongue and an excessive amount of fluid within his mouth; tasting the sexual bodily fluid of the woman he loved...

Barbara’s head moving back, her fingers untwinning from within Mitchell’s hair.

Barbara’s thighs loosening. Mitchell’s hear moving back.

Lying face to face, bodies inches one from the other, not touching.

Faces but inches apart, feeling the harsh breath of the other.

Silence…

Neither speaking, each knowing the though of the other.

The silent thought of both, each felt by both: I love you!

Seconds turning into minutes.

Spoken words not needed. Bodily movement not needed, the only movement; either he or she would move minutely to the other and gently, so gently place a soft kiss onto the lips of the other.

Quiet...

Whispered softly, so softly, “Mitchie, honey, turn around.”

“Turn around?”

“Yeah, baby, I want to spoon.”

Knowing what she meant. “You want to be spoon one or spoon two?”

Answered seriously, “Spoon two.”

Turning, arcing my hips...

Immediately feeling the warmth of her conforming body, Barbara’s breasts soft upon my back.

Quiet...

Quiet...

     “Laying closely to me...”

Feeling the close warmth of Barbara’s conforming body…

Barbara’s cheek upon my forehead...

Barbara’s mouth a breath from my ear.

The soft breath of her whispered words warm within my ear:

     “Laying closely to me...

     I crawled into an untidy bed,

Hearing Barbara’s words…

     and curled my bare body to his

     and lay still

Feeling the warmth of Barbara’s body upon on my back...

     until his breath was

     at my back,

     soft tongue cooling

     the sunburned skin

     on my neck,

     my round bottom pushing

     closer and closer into the curve

     of his body.

Barbara’s arm across my hip, feeling her moving closer, warmer onto me.

     Spread fingers walked

     the length of me,

     chilled skin rising in ovation.

My hand now holding her hand, my eyes closed to the soft words...

     His warm hand skimmed

     over the curve of my hip

     to a waiting well–his fingers

     tickled the surface and dipped

     long into the warm waters

     and he spoke close to my ear

     words he had never spoken,

     indescribable things

     said only between lovers,

     and turned my body to his.

Though written before Barbara knew me, her words now were for me, only me. Turning, my face but inches from her face, feeling Barbara’s soft, warm breath onto my face, onto my lips.

     and took a cool sip

     then plunged

     the depths of the well

     all thirst was quenched.”

Knowing our days now measured in hours. My face now against her face, her cheek now touching my cheek… our tears mixed.

Saturday, October 20, 1998

Day Two: Morning

“Mmmm. Come back, baby...” Barbara muttered, moving her fingers in a ‘come on’ motion. “...lay...” she fell asleep.

The blanket slipped from her shoulder and, looking at a sleep creased breast, I purposely helped the blanket along as I slipped back into bed.

However feeling the motion, her arm draping over my hip, snuggling against me, cuddling against me with her head beneath my chin...

“Mmmm, you’re cool.”

Bringing her sleep-warmed body closely against my shower cooled body. Feeling the softness of her breasts and the length of her body against mine. My face now in her hair, my hand over her hip holding a so warm, so soft dimpled cheek, this is all I want for whatever time we have left together; to be close to this woman.

Poetry by ‘????’/Alias Barbara Longford

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