Chapter 7

2015;

I sailed through pre-med and graduated at the top of my class. I was having a great time; I’d run into a wall on my research project so I was just eating the come of my happy men. Yes, right out of their cocks, I sucked it all down fresh and hot. I knew already that the semen of two healthy horny men was about the optimum dose, and extra semen had no noticeable effect. One good dose every second day and I was at 90%. A dose every day seemed to be the saturation point, so after that it was just for fun.

I suppose it was demeaning in some way; I liked knowing that they were available, always willing to drop their pants and let me have it. It made me feel secure I guess; they were all just so amiable. 15 minutes here or there, it didn’t take much of my time. I enjoyed pleasuring my guys. Looking into adoring eyes, hard powerful penis in my mouth, full young balls in my hand, until that sweet groan, and the wonderful hot juice I treasured pumped into my mouth.

Poor Rick; he accepted that I was doing the other men, but he didn’t like it. Anyway, I moved out of his house and his bed to go to medical school.

Two of my guys flunked out, two went to other schools, one went with me.

It had been several years since I’d left the morgue in Philadelphia. I started to feel safe again; my identity was pretty solid, and I thought that if anyone had been after me, they would have given it up by then.

Medical school in 2015 was very different to the 1940’s. More technical, all about genetics and chemistry, with computers and amazing technology wall to wall. And there were a lot of women now; instead of being an anomaly, women were now more than half the class.

If only I didn’t need semen every day, I might have had a gay affair with one of those beautiful, intelligent young women. That was another big change, homosexuality was now completely normal, and for women there was no stigma at all. It was almost standard to have a lesbian interlude. For men, not so much. Guys who went gay were gay.

I soon collected a new group of happy men to supply my need. I wanted more diversity; I added a Chinese student named Ken. Anatomically he was quite small, yet the quantity and quality of his ejaculate was equal to the others. He was cute too, and smart.

I just loved the way he smiled at me brightly as I sucked on his cock, his soft hands running through my hair, and how he came so enthusiastically. Then I had two white guys, and an African American named Jim.

I noticed more interracial couples now, yet most people still seemed to go with a lover with a similar face. If I was out with my guys, everyone assumed the white Caucasian one must be my boyfriend. If I cuddled in public with Jim, I could see the momentary shock on people’s faces.

I found that fascinating; I used to make out with Jim out in public, just to check people’s reactions.

I had a scholarship, a little cash, and low expenses. My men had loans, jobs, and therefore very little free time. That suited me, I didn’t want guys hanging around while I was trying to work. An hour or two in the evening, we’d all go out, sometimes just for a walk. We’d laugh, talk, cuddle a bit, and at some point we’d go inside and I’d blow two or three of them.

One time, we were in the woods and got caught by a cop; he thought I must be a prostitute.

“No, I’m a medical student.” I told him.

“It’s not mutually exclusive.” He argued.

“I have a full ride, I don’t need money.” I countered, smiling at him meaningfully, “I just like to suck cock.”

“I’m gay.” He informed me gruffly, “And married,” And he left us alone.

An openly homosexual police officer; that really warmed my heart.

I used the research MRI machine to take a full body scan. I made up a story to get a couple of my guys to help me. There was some risk that they’d see something they shouldn’t as the raw images rolled over the screen in the control room; I was sure no one would ever suspect the truth though.

The perceived impossibility of me was my security.

I went through the MRI in private, frame by frame. I examined every organ, bone, joint cartilage, and tooth in my body. There were some differences from a true young female; brain architecture and reproductive parts. My fake teeth of course. Signs of surgery on my ears and nose.

Generally though, everything looked great; I saw nothing to worry about.

I didn’t drink or smoke. During most of my life, that made me an oddity; now it was almost normal, a lot of kids chose long term health over short term intoxication.

I worked on my thesis, made friends, fucked and sucked my boyfriends, and generally enjoyed every minute of every day. My hair grew long and thick, still crystal white at the roots. I ate whatever I liked, and oddly my weight never changed.

I was stable. I started to accept the possibility that I might live for decades, maybe a complete second life.

In bed with a cock in my vagina and another in my mouth, two young men giving and receiving pleasure and semen, I gave myself to the seductive idea that I could just live like this. I looked up into my Chinese lover’s soft eyes, tickled his balls, and felt his hot hard penis throb in my mouth as he smiled, accepting me, loving me for what I was.

A woman that would not be possessed by him, or any man. A woman with a hard black cock sliding in and out of her vagina, who would live as she liked, fuck who she liked.

And I liked many.

1968;

I was 48, I was a widow, a doctor, and financially well off. My breasts were loose and floppy, my hair was beginning to whiten, I still had most of my figure. I flirted with a lot of men, and a few women. I liked the attention, but kept my legs closed. I was still hurting from the loss of my husband, and I didn’t want to risk falling in love again. The agony of loss was just too great, it didn’t equal the euphoria of being in love. Besides, I’d been lucky once; Marcel was a great guy and never betrayed me, not in any way. What were the odds that I’d find another man like that?

The western world was divided in what was termed the “Generation gap”. Stressed people who had known war, and the young people who were blissfully ignorant. They got stoned, let their hair grow, danced to the new music, and fucked a lot.

I took a job in San Francisco, Hormone research for a large drug company that paid double what I’d been getting in Montreal. I sold the house where I’d lived those happy years with Marcel, and moved on. I sent my things ahead and drove my car across America on the wonderful new highways.

I’d heard from Ron, the US officer who had got my war crimes charges dropped, and I stopped in on him on my way. He’d be old now, 70 or 80. I didn’t want to get into bed with another old man, I just wanted to see him again; even though we’d never had sex after that time in the Frisian barn, we did have feelings for each other.

A gorgeous young redhead opened his door.

“Hi, I’m looking for Ron.” I told her.

She looked at me oddly; fear, resentment, maybe awe?

“He’ll be back later. Are you that Gisela?” she asked with a sweet southern twang.

“Yes, that’s right.” I said.

“God damn.” She muttered, “Well, I suppose it’s time for me to pack up and get out of here anyway. Come on in, I’m Delores.”

There was something about the young woman; aside from her amazing hourglass figure and pretty face, she just oozed sexuality. Just the way she moved and walked, the rotation of her hips, the toss of her head.

“I heard he’s been writing a book.” I said by way of conversation as she made coffee. Damn, what a body; was old Ron really getting that?

“That’s right, he brought me in as a typist.” Delores told me. “I was only supposed to be here for a couple of weeks but it’s been almost a year.”

“Are you ok?” I asked with concern; she seemed slightly confused, stoned maybe. I didn’t know Ron, he was just a guy who’d helped me out once.

“Oh yeah, I’m great.” Delores told me confidently. “I just, well maybe I’m a little too comfortable here you know. I was on my way to California last year and then he ... well, Ron is such a good man, I didn’t want to leave him alone.” She said while leaning forward to put down the cup, which caused her big breasts to stretch out her blouse in front of me as they dangled in my face.

“Wow.” I exclaimed; “Impressive.”

She laughed as she straightened up; “Yeah, my blessing and my curse.” She told me, “Men go wild for them. Usually, the wrong men.”

“Like Ron?” I asked gently.

Her pale complexion reddened a little. “I didn’t mean him, but I suppose so. Ron, well he seduced me fair and square. I meant men who, you know, follow me around with bad intent.”

“Fair and square?” I laughed.

“That’s right, well I was in a difficult spot and he was a gentleman and gave me a place to stay and a job. And then, well one night as I was about to leave for the west coast, we just got together. I was packed and everything, he was about to drive me to the bus station and he asked if he could just have one kiss before I went. One kiss! Haha, well he’s a devil you know. I tell you, the moment he laid his hands on me I knew I was going to let him have his way with me. And here I am, still trying to get my shit together.”

“Do you love him?” I asked.

She looked surprised at the question.

“Hell no! Well, maybe a little. I like Ron and we sure have fun, but come on; I’m seventeen and he’s like, 75. I never meant to stay this long. He just, well he’s great in bed. Really very, um, satisfying you know? It’s hard to leave a hard man.”

We both laughed; I liked this girl.

“So he’s well hung?” I pressed her, because I couldn’t remember much of the time he’d done it to me.

“Yeah, he is.” She confirmed, “It’s more than that though. Ron, he’s magic. When he touches you, when he kisses you, well you’ll see.”

“Maybe I won’t.” I said, “I don’t want to interfere, Delores. Maybe I should go.”

“No! please don’t.” She pleaded, grabbing my forearm and staring at me with her pretty blue eyes. “He’ll be back soon, wait just a little while.”

We stared at each other, sitting close; she looked surprised, and I guess I did too. I hadn’t been with anyone for years by then. I didn’t expect to feel sexual, especially not with a girl.

“You’re so beautiful.” she blurted out.

I laughed; “You’re the beauty here.” I told her.

“Yeah.” She conceded, still gripping my arm, “But I’m young.”

My right hand reached out and touched her ribs. Her hand was still on my other arm. Slowly, I moved my hand up under her loose top, and she sat still as a statue as I circled my palm under her big firm breast. Her mouth parted and her nipples pushed out against the thin cotton.

“Is this ok?” I asked softly.

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Have you ever made love with a woman, or a girl?” I asked her as I lifted her tit a little. The weight was surprising, which was odd because I’d had big ones like that of my own when I was her age.

“No.” she said, “Have you?”

“Yes.” I told her, sliding close and putting my right arm around her head. Our mouths were just an inch apart now, and I wasn’t sure why I was doing this. I think it was for her; she seemed to need something from me, some sort of comfort. My left hand went to her fantastic chest and fondled her other tit for a few seconds, then went to her face. Her hands went around me too.

We sat like that for a long minute, just staring into each other’s eyes in silence, each of us considering whether to go further or to pull away. The moment was sweet; as sweet as sex.

Then I kissed her on the mouth, and there was no stopping us.

Delores was a volcano of sexual passion; her energy was just wonderful. We kissed and touched for a long time, and her skimpy clothes came off, and she rolled onto her back as I put my face between her open thighs.

To be honest, I’m not crazy for pussy. I like cock better, I like the way a hard cock fills my mouth and tickles my throat, the square shoulders and strength of a man, I like to let him get on top and push it into me, I like the way a man moans and squirts at the end.

Delores was just so pretty, so sweet and young, that I was glad to be her lover. She was wonderfully responsive, and her pleasure was a privilege that I was glad to share.

I do like the taste and odor of a woman; and looking into that pretty young face, framed by flame red curls, her body stretching and writhing, her fingers tight on my head as I licked her, it was just great fun.

“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed, “Yeah! Yeah!” and she was coming. Her thighs tightened around my shoulders as she heaved and moaned, clearly enjoying our little lesbian interlude.

She sat up, disheveled and breathless as I let her undress me.

I’d kept myself trim. I despised those women who ate themselves into obesity, with their paltry excuses for greed. Food was plentiful now, that didn’t mean we had to eat all day.

I didn’t have the tight skin and perfect complexion of the girl who was kissing my belly on her journey down to my crotch. But I still looked good; men flirted with me at any opportunity, asked me out, made themselves available. Young men, old men, they were everywhere. I wasn’t ready to let any of them in, I was still grieving the loss of Marcel. A little fun with the gorgeous young Delores seemed just right though; soft, gentle queer woman on woman love was just what we both needed.

I pulled her face up to my own before she got her tongue into my vagina, and we kissed and petted as my knee went between her thighs, and then we worked our way into a scissor position with our vaginas against each other. We gyrated and held each other’s tits, and it was nice. Easy, gentle, unhurried. She had really good touch, her hands felt wonderful on my neglected body. It had been a long time since I’d had a young lover, I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it.

I was ready; I pulled away and planted my feet on either side of her, and lifted my furry groin up. She immediately wrapped her hands under my ass and dropped her mouth to lick me. I looked into the girl’s eyes, her red hair spilling over my white legs, her mouth and tongue eager to please me. She was so young; was it right to be here with her, to seduce her, corrupt her into lesbian sex?

It was my first orgasm in years; I hadn’t realized how much I missed that feeling, the wonderful pleasure of it. Her hair squeezed out between my grasping fingers, and it was beautiful.

We took a bath together, ass to ass in hot water.

“Ron talks about you a lot.” Delores told me, “Maybe it’s just because he’s writing the book and you’re the only interesting part in it. Did you really sleep with the enemy and then kill them?”

“Well, you have to remember I am German; so from my perspective, I was the enemy. But yes, I had sex with Nazis, and I worked for the other side throughout the war. I was responsible for many deaths of my countrymen. I’m not really proud of that, nor am I ashamed. It was war.”

“I’m in awe of you.” Delores said, rubbing my feet, which felt very nice. “I could never have done what you did.”

“Hopefully, you’ll never have to find out.” I told her as I ran my fingers up and down her well shaped legs. “I didn’t choose to be born where and when I was. I didn’t want to be a whore and an assassin. I just needed to do my bit, and that was what it was. You’re blessed to be born in peacetime; enjoy that, love every minute of life. This was what we fought for.”

“This?” she asked playfully, sliding one hand down to my crotch.

We cuddled together in bed later; so comfortable, so peaceful. I kissed her neck and ran my fingers over her back in the silent darkness of the night. Her skin so soft and smooth, the sweet smell of her youth. We didn’t go all the way again, it wasn’t necessary. Just the touch, the comfort of holding each other was enough.

The next day, Ron came.

Came back I mean.

He looked old and tired; his back slightly bent, bags under his eyes, and liver spots on his forehead. He still had good hair though.

“Did you have a good trip baby?” Delored asked him, and he hugged her tight, not ashamed to display their 60 year age gap relationship. I remember she was wearing a frilly summer dress and heels, her red hair wild around her head.

I’d done it; slept with old men when I was a teenager. I’d had ulterior motives, yet I’d enjoyed myself too. It was a trap though; a bit of fun between the sheets was one thing, having a real relationship was another. Delores denied loving him, but the look on her face when he kissed her told another tale.

Ron shook my hand and then pulled me close for a hug. “Damn, it’s great to see you again Gisela.” He said as one hand pressed into the sore part of my back.

“I use the French Gisele now.” I told him, it’s good to see you too.”

“You have pain in your back.” He said, pressing deeper. “Why?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Probably from the long drive. How can you tell?”

“I just can, it’s a thing I do. I’m really tired, let’s talk in the morning, ok?” he said, “I need to go to bed.”

He went into his bedroom, pulling the bouncy teenaged redhead by the hand after him. She glanced back at me as she closed the door; her smile looked genuine to me. That poor girl, I thought. At the very start of her adult life, in love with a man at the end of his.

The steady thumping that soon began, and Delores moans and cries, proved that Ron wasn’t so tired after all. And judging the way she cried out in pleasure as she came, Delores must have some real feelings for the old man.

They seemed different the next morning; Ron looked a lot better after a good night sleep, he stood tall and straight and the bags were gone from his eyes.

So were the liver spots from his forehead; which was impossible. I decided it must have been dirt or something.

Delores seemed subdued, a little bit wobbly. She didn’t say much as Ron and I caught up.

“A lady doctor!” he exclaimed, “That’s fantastic Gisela, sorry, Gisele. I knew you were smart, but to penetrate the medical patriarchy, you must have more to you than I even imagined.”

We chatted on as Delores served us breakfast, then lunch. I helped her make dinner.

“Are you ok?” I asked her.

“Yeah, it’s just, Ron sort of sucks the wind from my sails. You got to help me, Gisele.”

“How?”

“Go to bed with him, and free me.” She whispered. “I can’t say no to him. Every time I feel strong enough to get out of here, he does that thing to me again.”