She nodded and lifted her head for a moment. "I'd prefer it. I don't want to screw up my makeup or walk around with cum on me. I'd rather swallow." She went back to sucking me.
Soon, I was really feeling it. "Not much longer," I panted. "Getting close. Yeah. Excellent. Hold me in your mouth while I cum. Almost there. Ahhhh, yessss!"
I came and Carley sucked and stroked me until I was finished. I could see her throat work as she swallowed. When she was sure I was through, she licked the last drop off my cock and smiled.
"Thank you," I sighed. "That was wonderful."
Carley rummaged in her purse and pulled out a card. It had her first name and a cell phone number on it. "Call me."
She dropped her dress over her head and used the mirror on the door to check her makeup and apply new lipstick.
I returned the BJ cushion to the shelf and got dressed. When she was ready, I opened the door and we stepped out. A woman in her 60s was coming out of the women's toilet and gave us a dirty look. Carley giggled. The woman snorted and kept walking.
Carley laughed. "When do you think she got laid last?" I just shook my head. That woman probably couldn't remember the last time anyone she knew had a caught a cold or the flu or had an infection of any kind. No one had stomach ulcers anymore. Ulcers and many cancers were caused by viruses and all viruses and harmful bacteria were killed by the GermZappers. Even if she didn't approve of all the casual sex going on, it seemed like a small price to pay for the terrific health benefits.
Carley and I pushed our carts to the checkout. Carley went first and waited while I paid and picked up my bags. She gave me a kiss. "Call me."
On the drive home, I thought about the disapproving woman in Target. A couple of years earlier, I'd had a conversation with my uncle Carl, who had just turned 60, about how things had changed since the GermZapper came out. He told me about the guy who'd invented it.
Ed Pierce was an electronics tech who'd been fired from his job for having some pretty nasty porn in his desk at work. The head of HR was a lesbian with no sense of humor and Ed soon found himself in the parking lot with all his stuff in a cardboard box. That was in March, 1979, five years before I was born.
Ed applied for unemployment and started looking for a job. While he looked, he spent his spare time working on a truly stupid project. Ed wanted to build a Phaser. He had no idea how to do it or if it was even possible, but that didn't stop him.
In early May, Ed had a bad cold and didn't feel like doing anything, but he'd come up with a combination of components he thought would work. When he applied power to his device, nothing obvious happened. Ed unhooked the device, left it on his workbench and went to bed.
The next morning Ed noticed two things. First, his cold was gone. Second, he had the runs. Instead of a Phaser, Ed had invented the GermZapper. His device, unfortunately, not only killed all harmful bacteria and every virus known to man, it also killed all the beneficial bacteria, like the ones that live in our guts and are essential for digestion. Since Ed had no freaking idea how his new invention worked, he went to his sister's husband, who was a patent attorney. They came up with a patent that covered the device and every conceivable application. Then they went to a huge multi-national corporation and made a deal. The corporation gave Ed a billion dollars up front and a piece of every GermZapper that was sold anywhere in the world. The corporation did exhaustive R&D and, after 16 months of mostly trial and error work, they refined the GermZapper so it would only kill harmful germs and leave the good ones alone. The final product produced a field that was 16 feet, 2 inches in diameter. No one ever figured out exactly how the damned thing worked or why, no matter how much power they applied, the field remained exactly the same size. They sold a fantastic number of GermZappers and everyone got rich. Ed became the richest man in the world, by far.
The social effects of the GermZapper were dramatic. Before GermZappers came along, people were concerned about contracting what were called "STDs", or Sexually Transmitted Diseases. Most STDs weren't fatal, but they were painful and it was very easy to catch them. People often used stretchy Latex bags called "condoms" that guys wore on their penises, so that men and women wouldn't be exposed to each others' fluids when they had sex. That sounds phenomenally stupid and unpleasant to me, but it was the accepted way at the time. Condoms also prevented pregnancy, but birth control pills were already making that unnecessary.
After GermZappers became available, they were mounted in the doorways of every clinic, hospital, airport, train and bus station, mall and every other place where there was significant foot traffic. Not only were most diseases wiped out, but STDs were eliminated and the only reasons not to have sex were custom and religion. Neither of those things did much to slow the surge of casual, no-strings sex that swept the world. There was no longer any reason for people who found each other attractive not to fuck.
Now, over forty years after the GermZapper came on the market, there's more fucking going on than our grandparents would have thought possible. Virtually every club, bar, mall and shopping center has restrooms. Before the GermZapper, they all had restrooms, but their restrooms didn't have lockable booths with beds in them. It's impossible to go to a party where no one is having sex. All beaches are nude beaches. Technically, it's illegal to have sex in public, but no one could enforce a law like that and no one tries.
Birth control pills are provided free by the government. Daily Cialis (sorry, you have to pay) is the biggest selling prescription medication in the world.
My sister Lora was staying with me while she visited friends in the area. When I got home, she and an old fuck buddy named Ken were going at it on the sofa. From the amount of sweat on their bodies, they'd been screwing for a while. They ignored me. I set my bags on the kitchen table and walked back into the family room to watch the action. Ken was pounding it to Lora pretty damn hard. Lora had her arms and legs wrapped around Ken and was letting out a loud "Uhnhhhhh" every second thrust. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. It looked like she was going to cum pretty soon. Her grunts rose in pitch and volume until I expected to hear dogs barking in response. She released a final, piercing wail and bucked wildly. Ken desperately tried to stay with her and kept banging her hard until she started to quiet down. He stopped thrusting and lay on top of her, panting.
After a minute or so, Lora opened her eyes and grinned at Ken. "Good. Real, real good." She was still breathing hard. "Did you cum yet?"
Ken shook his head. "Not yet." He slowly pumped her and they kissed. "Touch my balls. You know how I like it."
Lora reached between them and cupped his scrotum. "Like that?"
Ken nodded and sucked her nipples. "Yeah, that's good. Like that." He stroked steadily in and out of her as she caressed his sac.
A minute later he pulled out and knelt between her legs. "Just stroke me. Use your fingertips. Slow and gentle." He put both hands on her breasts.
Lora did as he asked, alternating hands and stroking from the base of his shaft to the tip. Ken grinned and bent down to kiss her. "Where do you want to cum?" Lora asked softly.
"In your pussy. Just keep doing that. When I'm ready, I'll go inside you and cum there."
I watched as my sister stroked her friend while he played with her boobs. Ken was breathing in short gasps. Suddenly, he grabbed his dick and pushed it into Lora. He pumped into her two or three times and came. It looked pretty intense. Ken was shaking and moaning. He pushed himself as far as he could into Lora and shuddered. Lora was shoved half a foot down the sofa as Ken tried to thrust even farther into her.
I went back into the kitchen to put my groceries away and give them time to recover. I opened a beer and walked into the family room. The two of them were just separating. I handed them a plastic tub of wipes and flopped in a chair.
"That looked like fun," I said. "Has anybody thought about supper?"
"We're going to meet some people later," said Ken, wiping his dick. "There's some leftover Thai food from lunch in the 'fridge you can have. Are you going out?"
"Nope, I'm staying in tonight. I have some paperwork to do. Anyway, I just got a blowjob from a girl in Target."
"No kidding?" said Lora. "How did that happen?"
"I helped her get something down from a top shelf and she wanted to thank me. She gave me her number. I'll give her a call in a day or two and we'll get together. Nice girl. She looks like a good fuck, maybe a steady fuck-buddy. You never know."
Ken and Lora went to take a shower and I heated the Thai food. It wasn't the best I've had, but it was edible.
Two days later, I left a voicemail for Carley. She called back an hour later.
"What are you doing Saturday?" she asked.
