Midge Gette: The more the sexier

"You bet. I really should have gone long ago. I've just been so busy."

"You and Uncle Nate," he said, smiling. "I really like that little man, Sharon. It's just too bad-" He broke off. "Well, I've got to get back to the office. Keep in touch."

"Sure. Are you living at home now?"

"No, I have a room near the office. My folks wanted me to move back home, but I think it's better this way. Parents have a way of taking sides, you know.''

She nodded. "Do you want me to let Debbie know where you are staying?"

"She knows." He slid from the booth. "She knows where to find me, if she wants to, "he added.

Sharon thought he sounded sad. "Good luck, Hermie," she said as they parted. "If it helps any, Debbie doesn't look too happy herself these days. Doin' an awful lot of bawlin' by the look of her," she added, and left him, pleased to have aroused a glint of hope in his tired eyes.

On the way back to his shabby little room, Hermie felt suddenly very much in need of a woman. Yes, that's what I'll do, he told himself, to show up Debbie. I'll get another woman.

In his attempt to satisfy his newly developed urges, Hermie went to a little bar down the street from where he was staying. He joined a fairly attractive woman at the bar, bought her a few drinks, and got what he thought to be a nice conversation going. At times, she even reached out to touch his leg, something he found very exciting.

When he mentioned that it was getting late and that he had a room nearby, the woman all but agreed to accompany Hermie. But as he helped her put on her coat, Hermie heard her ask for money. And then he realized what he had stepped into. Had Debbie driven him this far, to the point of picking up prostitutes? He paused for a moment, and then he answered, Yes! So be it.

And off they went.

Hermie told himself, while they were getting undressed, that all he wanted was some good, quick jsex. Something Debbie had been good at, true. But he was eager to see what a woman who had been around the block could do to compare with his wife. Sure, Debbie could give a great blow-job, he thought. But then again, he had never received a blow-job from any woman besides Debbie.

After the woman told Hermie how much her services cost, he decided to go for the whole thing. In fact, he even offered her enough to spend the entire night. What the hell? he thought. If you're going to pay for it, you might as well get the works.

The young woman, a sultry blonde who called herself Nancy, began by giving Hermie what she called Around-the-World. She bagan by licking his feet and toes, ever so gently. Her tongue felt so good he could hardly believe it. He thought he would start laughing, thinking her tongue against his foot would be ticklish. But the feeling was far from ticklish. That was obvious from the way his cock was standing straight up.

Slowly, Nancy made her way up his legs, pausing just long enough to make the edge of his excitement that much keener. Hermie was growing hotter and hotter just anticipating how good it was going to feel when she finally got to his cock.

Yeah, Debbie, he sighed inwardly. Eat your heart out!

Nancy eventually reached his crotch, but not before Hermie was pumping his hips up and down, eagerly awaiting the first touch of her lips on his cock.

"Easy, now," she said. "You paid for the whole night. You don't want to lose it all at once, do you?"

"Don't worry, honey," he groaned. "You keep doing it like you're doing it, and I guarantee there'll be plenty more where that came from."

"Where what came from?" she asked, teasing him.

"My cum, honey," he gasped. "My cum!"

Just a few seconds later, Hermie shot his load. Nancy tried valiantly to lick up his madly spewing drops of jism, but to no avail. Hermie was packing too much cum for her to get it all down. After a few more spurts, white globs of sperm lay all over Hermie's belly and thighs.

"Ooooo, it's so nice," she cooed, dipping her finger into his cum and spreading it around his legs. "And I hope you have more, honey. Lots more!"

After patiently caressing and licking Hermie's spent cock, the skillful prostitute managed to get his cock hard again. She was actually feeling a bit horny when Hermie sprouted his new erection, and she eagerly straddled him, jamming his penis into her wet pussy.

"There," she groaned. "Now let's see if you can't last a little longer this time, okay, honey?"

"Sure, baby," he replied. "Oh, that's good. Man, my wife never fucked me like this before!"

"Oh, so you're a married man," Nancy giggled. "Don't you know it's naughty for a married man to be out fucking with strange women?"

"Honey, you're not strange. Not strange in the least. Now why don't you lean over so I can suck some of that good tittie. Yeah, like that. Ohhhh… mmmmmpff…"

While Hermie bit into Nancy's hanging titflesh, he pumped as hard as he could into her cunt. He could tell that his next orgasm would be a long time coming, but he was prepared to wait. In fact, he was going to enjoy every second of the wait.

Nate Dugall said very little when Sharon went to him with a full report of the meeting with Hermie. He stood with his back to her in her sitting room, and a little breeze stirred the tufts of his white hair at the open window.

"Well, Uncle Nate?" Frowning, Sharon went to stand at the window beside him and put an arm about his shoulders. "I have a feeling you think Hermie did wrong."

"He meant well."

"It's only right that Lorraine should have a chance to do something about Dwayne now, before he really humiliates her,"

Sharon insisted. "Uncle Nate, she's too good for him, and she's ill. She has a kind of pride, even if she does let him walk all over her."

"Well, my dear, it is possible Dwayne may be able to raise the money he needs elsewhere, but I doubt it. And since I have already decided against helping him, it's possible that Hermie has upset Lorraine unnecessarily."

"But would you want her to go on living in a fool's paradise?" cried Sharon. "If it is any kind of Paradise," she added, muttering. "Better that she finds out what Dwayne is now than later, when she might be really ill."

Uncle Nate gave her a slanting glance. "It's just possible that Lorraine prefers not to know. I even doubt tha't she believed Hermie today," he said dryly.

Sharon scowled. "Hermie did say that she said something about how Dwayne wouldn't do such a thing. Uncle Nate, how can she not see what he is?"

He turned away from the window. "My dear, most of us believe only what suits us, and Lorraine has led a sheltered life. The reality of her husband might be too much for her."

"Uncle Nate, you make me feel awful. And Poor Hermie. Now that he sees his mistakes with Debbie, he only wanted to make Lorraine see, too, I guess."

"Yes, yes." He patted her arm, sighed, and went to the door. At least one thing I can tell you, Sharon, from now on, this money I never asked for will do no more mischief at my hands. I've turned over our affairs to a competent firm that will handle all our business and advise about investments, donations, and outright gifts. I've made a mess of it, and you are too young to have the burden of responsibility on your shoulders."

His sad face and his grave tone made Sharon want to run to him comfortingly, but it was not the time for impulsive action. She walked over to him and bent her head toward him. "I'm glad," she said. "All the gold in the world isn't worth one moment of your looking like you do right now. Uncle Nate, you're the best person who ever lived, and none of this is your fault. Everybody just has to wake up and fly right." She took his arm and drew him back into the room. "Look, Uncle Nate, I've thought a lot about money lately because I've had to see what it can do and can't do." She turned away from his now steady gaze. "I guess it was Doc who started me thinking about it. Uncle Nate, it's a wonderful thing not to have to worry about money, to have enough for your needs and a little left over, but look at the Harrows. Life would certainly have been easier for them if they had had money, but as Mrs. Harrow says, she and Dad Harrow would never have felt the satisfaction of knowing, whenever Doc saves a life, that a little of them went into making it possible. Uncle Nate, whatever you do, don't ever give them anything. I mean, anything big." She gave a tuft of his hair a little tug. "And don't tell me you haven't been fooling around with the idea of giving them their cottage for good."