22 comments/ 40802 views/ 8 favorites Born Again Virgin By: Wanton Vixxxen This is a recent autobiography; however sex tragic one of me, Laura. Nickname: Vixxx. Aka: Wanton Vixxxen. Wife {twice over} mother to six {NEVER over} grandmother of thirteen and still counting with the youngest chick getting married and leaving the roost next year. Interior designer/ retail merchandiser by day; writer by night and Dominatrix anywhere in- between. And now...a virgin. Again. The "long time, no see!" kind of virgin. Yes, it's been that long. After all, I was married the first time before I was able to legally be served {I did say legally remember} and about five minutes after the "I do's" were spoken, I found that I did and was going to be a mommy. And now, several decades, two husbands and a tribe of kids later, I find my road to paradise has been closed for repairs due to its unpleasant introduction to the Law of Gravity. It made its uninvited and unwelcome presence known on my uterus, and my uterus on my bladder. In other words, I was told I needed a hysterectomy to stop my organs from playing musical chairs with one another. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me take you back to the beginning of my I'm- never- going- to –wake-up- from –this- nightmare- story, about four months ago, and let you eavesdrop on the conversation that started all of this "you remember when?–well, forget it now!" intercourse insanity... ******* My urologist was Dr. Joseph Margison; a man on the friendlier side of middle age, but with the knowledge and skills of a physician many years his senior. He also has a terrific bedside manner that leaves you at ease no matter what the prognosis, so as he leafed through my file after examining me that Monday afternoon in mid January, I casually asked, "How far has it dropped this time, doctor?" I sat back up now on the examination table swinging my legs gently off the front of it, as I calmly waited for him to confirm what my own mind and bladder had been telling me for nearly a year; three years since the first procedure had been done to correct the problem. But I never expected the type of response I was now going to get. Dr. Margison looked up from the folder in his hand, and replied with an unconventional $185.00 per office visit remark, "Well, if we take a look at this from a geographical point of view, {geographical? Where the hell is he going with this?} I would have to say your bladder, which would normally be located at say, the equator, has actually dropped this time to oh ...Argentina." I allowed my mind to visualize a world globe as I slowly lay back on the exam table again; my high school A's in geography biting me in the ass – that is, if they could reach Argentina. "But look on the bright side, Laura" he continued, as if there was actually a bright side to that scenario. "It could be a lot worse. Your bladder could be situated in Antarctica." "Antarctica?" I echoed; knowing the moment I asked I would be sorry. "Yes. Antarctica. In which case I could be using it as a footstool right now." I swallowed hard as that horrendous picture all too clearly came into focus in my mind and just hoped he wasn't citing an actual case history. My heart did wheelies at the mere thought. "It's unfortunate that this has happened again." Much to my dismal surprise he had continued without taking a breath, as if his last remark was something routinely mentioned to his patients in passing. For all I knew it could have been standard office policy to use wandering body parts for medical furniture. The interior designer in me winced. But he wasn't finished with his $185.00 per visit shock treatment yet. Oh no. I was going to get my insurance monies' worth out of him today. Yes indeedy. "Laura..." he began all too carefully; all too out of his usual upbeat, off beat demeanor; keeping his eyes down and glued to my patient file in his hands as if they were retinally welded there. Uh oh. I felt this icky lump in the pit of my stomach at that moment and prayed it wasn't some other body part deciding to relocate itself. I sucked a deep breath into what I hoped was where my lungs were last situated and said, "Go ahead, doc. Just tell me whatever it is you have on your mind – or in that file. I'm a big girl. I can handle it." "Ok then," he said in a slow, faltering voice; never lifting his eyes from what I now positively knew were my documents of doom. "I... need to know. Were you planning... on having any more....... children?" I exhaled slowly; relieved it wasn't anything serious in nature, but then allowed his out of left field question to really sink in. As the gestational periods of my life flashed before my now widening, glazed over eyes; the visions of a human weeble hugging the porcelain god twenty four hours a day, seven days a week; nine months times four pregnancies bounced and wobbled and rolled and loomed in the foreground. But it was the memory of my mother's heart swelling, breath halting and tear rendering version about how a woman with child looks "so radiant" while she is carrying that really brought me to the teetering edge of the bearing baby myth abyss. All four times the reality of my mother-to-be "so radiant" image was that of bloodshot eyes and bright purple dots of burst blood vessels all over a celery green face caused by the thrusts of bile and dry cracker projectiles constantly heaved into my best friend, the commode. And that so vivid a vision just scared me enough to bolt upright from the table and blurt out, "HELL no!!! Are you NUTS?!?" It was the clear cold fact that my dear, little, sweet saint of a mother who lies like a rug on the subject of glowing mothers-to-be that made my final decision to opt for the surgery soooo quick and easy. Thank you, Saint Mom. ******* MEDICAL LEAVE – two of the sweetest words I could hear! It not only meant getting some well deserved R&R, but also having the golden opportunity to getting something really accomplished on my novel. After all, it wouldn't take any exertion to just sit here in my nice comfortable den typing on the computer, now would it? Now that I was scheduled for the surgery, I would have all the time in the world to get a good part of the research and some of the chapters' rough drafts completed. I would have eight, long, body and soul fulfilling weeks to accomplish everything I had in mind. I actually was looking forward to the operation. I had a very competent surgeon; my ob-gyn of many years that I had tons of faith in. Also, the operation was going to be performed at a hospital that I had given birth in to all four daughters, and those same daughters would be there when I came out of recovery. Yep, I was feeling very upbeat about the whole thing. The operation itself would be killing a flock of nuisances with one scalpel; surgically repairing a descended bladder while at the same time eliminating the need to worry about change of life pregnancies. All systems were 'go' as the hysterectomy was scheduled for the first week of February. And this girl couldn't wait. Unfortunately I had, in my growing coupled excitement of envisioning working on my novel while also acquiring expanded sexual freedom, totally forgotten about another couple: Father Time and Mother Nature; two of the worst, warped pranksters known to Man – and Woman. Together, they are a dysfunctional pair that has celestial amnesty from child abuse. They wake up each morning and pick and choose from all of their millions of children throughout the world and decide which unsuspecting victim they are going to play a demented, cruel, ruthlessly raunchy, humiliating joke on. Not just little "haha" or polite, half hearted chuckle types of jokes either. They play the kind whose punch lines have no limits; no boundaries and are as frustrating and as embarrassing as they can get. How well I know. Because on February 7th, their joke lottery was awarded to me. ******* I remember waking up in the recovery room to a nurse's voice telling me the operation was over and that they would be wheeling me down to my room very shortly. I also remember barfing up some bile projectiles {minus the dry crackers} right after her little announcement and thinking to myself, "well, thank God it's just from the anesthesia and not because of a 'so radiant' pregnancy" before I drifted back into my then very unaware state of the first joke of renewed innocence oblivion. The second of the sick jokes was in place, too. Literally. And it would stay "in place" for another week after I was released from the hospital. My newly slung bladder and urethra track remained hung over from the anesthesia and I went home with a catheter bag hanging from my arm like a perverted Gucci coochie purse. Back at the ranch, the grandkids thought it was way cool, however. Now I could just lay there on the sofa watching a movie on HBO and not miss a Matrix minute. Not one Morpheus moment would I lose of Neo kicking the shit out of a thousand agent Smiths because I didn't have to waste a precious Zion second going all the way to a bathroom to pee. In their eyes, I was almost as mystical and powerful as the Oracle. The two younger grandsons asked if I would leave the priceless plastic jewel to them in my will. They promised they would alternate wearing it depending on whose favorite show was on at any given time. Very time savvy kids, my grandsons. Although I wasn't planning anytime soon to belly up and shuffle off to Buffalo, I did ponder the thought of revamping my will to include the urine holding grail just as a memento of a dear, little sweet saint of a very, very old when she died grandmother. But then I noticed something very profound! The Oracle wasn't wearing a Gucci coochie bag while she was baking cookies and explaining to Keanu that the end of the world was inevitable. I decided right then and there that if a toilet was good enough for an oracle, it was good enough for me. The other inevitable was that the grandsons would just have to tape their favorite programs and hit the pause button whenever they needed to whiz. A grandmother has to put her catheter strapped foot down once in a while, you know. ******* My bladder and urethra track awoke from their coma in exactly a week from the date of the operation. I was so relieved that I could... well... relieve myself without that designer of disgust fashion accessory that I wasn't worried about another single thing. For about one Matrix minute that is, until the doctor went to give me an internal to check on his surgical handiwork. The grand reopening ceremony of Wanton's World was about to commence. My gynecologist had, in his medical wisdom, performed an episiotomy after removing and rearranging everything that needed to be internally renovated. Well, that would explain the Frontierland-like feeling at the opening of the pussy pass. It was as though the medicine man was attempting to dig in his spurs and gallop off to the next territory through a nearly impassable trail. I was a hurtin' for certain pardner as I gritted my teeth and dug in my own boots against the doctor's chest. He, in his instinct to protect his ribcage from a cave in, took what in his profession might be called a 'pregnant pause', and waited for the rigor mortis of my body to subside before resuming his ride. After wisely placing my feet into the stirrups this time around, he tried again. Now in a somewhat airless voice, he attempted to explain to me what he had done in the operating room to the roadway to Wanton's World Fantasyland. Meanwhile, he also resumed an Adventureland vaginal canal cruise. But it was already becoming claustrophobically clear that "it's a small world after all" of the surgery. MY small world that I didn't believe could fit another soul - and the soul's cock in ever again. I was beginning to hate Walt Disney. Immediately I realized his two fingers felt like an eighteen wheeler was grinding its gears and its way through my tunnel of love. And it was being sideswiped on both sides of the double wide trailer in its too narrow of an entrance. I stiffened as I slammed on imaginary emergency brakes, and my doctor, sensing he was about to lose his fingers in a jackknife crash, attempted to calm me down and save two crucial implements of his career. He then went on to explain as he maneuvered his fucking tractor trailer around inside of me that THIS {ouch!} was where he needed to stitch when he removed THIS {eeeek!} and THIS {aaaaughh!} was where he needed to stitch when he repaired THAT {oooooph!} and waaaaayyyyy up THERE {OMG!!!} was where he slung my bladder; safe and sound. "Slung"? It felt like he used sailor's knots to weave a damn hammock for the poor displaced, soggy thing. There was more netting in me than is used on a whaling vessel. No wonder everything felt so tight! My vagina was stitched and cross stitched like an embroidered racetrack. After driving us both on an extremely uncomfortable tour of my twat, the doctor put the two digit Mack truck into reverse and floored it; snagging what felt like my belly button in one of the surgical dream catchers. OH FUCK!!! Until then, I never realized that after all these years, I could still instantly arch into a perfect "U" backbend. Neither did my truck driving doctor. He was still counting and flexing his fingers when I left the office, but I wasn't concerned about him. He knew what his Tommorowland looked like. ******* Back at the ranch once more, I was pussy deep in panic with the realization of how my very apparent sex suicide attempt was going to fuck me over - and now strongly suspected it was the only thing that might fuck me ever again! My mind was sinking in a quicksand of Q&A's. "Here I thought I was going to have so much more sexual freedom, and all it looks like I have now that I can use is my big mouth - big deal! What the hell pleasure will that give my PUSSY?" and "What did I do wrong in my past life to deserve THIS? I must have been Jack the Ripper to get the shaft like I'm getting right now. 'Shaft' – how pathetically ironic. A word that describes something I'll never know the feeling of anymore in me!" and the scariest, most depressing one of all, "How the hell am I ever going to scene as a strict but loving... Domme VIRGIN?!?!?!? Yeah, right. THAT ought to put the fear of Goddess in a submissive." I was more determined than desperate {but not by much} to make sure that I was not going to wake up to too many more mornings as a reborn virgin. Somehow, some way, some thing would have to be done to lift this curse off my shoulders and out of my vagina. And the cunt cursed ascent was going to begin that very night. I waited until everyone was in bed before I made my first attempt to reunite my fingers with my clit since my sex stifled surgery. Choosing the sofa in the family room as my temporary bed during my recovery, it was just the privacy I needed; downstairs and far and away from all the others in the nighttime hours, so I began to prep for my own up close and personal operating room procedure. I decided to turn on the TV and place a log in the fireplace to create a warm, relaxing atmosphere conducive to self applied finger fucking fun. I found one of my all time favorite movies to watch, but my mind wasn't on anything but my all time favorite masturbation techniques. Reminding myself of the trailblazing episode from earlier in the day, I gave thanks{ in a rather shamefully perverted prayer}to the blessed fact that my clit lays high in the saddle and away from the newly marked territory of my unusable Death Valley. As I began to fluff up my pillow and straighten the blankets, I noticed through the kitchen windows that it had begun to snow. I felt myself smiling for the first time since my Vixxxen- gone- virgin discovery, and oddly enough, I thought about "Twas the Night Before Christmas" as I made myself a hot cocoa and headed back to the sofa to nestle all snug in my bed while visions of naughty things danced in my head. I was still reciting my version of the poem as I settled down for a long winter's... night of masturbation. Several hours later, my clit, my finger, and my fantasies were all worn out, but in a "as he rode out of sight" masturbation-ally exhausted sort of way. Things were really starting to perk up {my nipples included} as I fell asleep all curled up with my warm blankets, damp pillow, and another run of "The Matrix" emitting from the TV. And to all {of me} a good night! ******* I awoke the next morning before my finger or clit did, and decided while I still had the family room to myself, I would try my own, much safer - and much thinner, size five finger internal to see if I could feel any signs of hope for a revived sex life. Since my strumming finger remained curled in an arthritic coma from the festivities of the previous night, I resorted to using my still safe size six pointer finger and pointed it in the direction of my vagina and prayed for the best. Another prayer for my pussy just didn't sit well though. For that matter, neither did I what with all the intricate basket weaving pinching my bottom. But the image of me going it all alone in solo sex for the rest of my life didn't sit any better. So I tactfully prayed for a total recovery and asked for guidance with everything ...and everybody... that entered my uh... uhmm... life. And to be extra sure He heard me, I pulled out all the stops and all the artillery and all the clout I had. I humbly and reverently asked for His blessings – all in the name of Saint Mom. After Vixxxen vespers, I cautiously began the journey into the now fuck forbidden zone of my vagina and immediately realized two things. #1- I wasn't getting anything like my vibrator or other pleasure toy of girth anywhere near the inside of my cunt and #2- I wasn't even sure if anything the width of a soda straw was ever going to clear. Well, perhaps a Flexi straw. In that way, it could maybe bend enough to dodge the Chinese jump rope strung up inside of me. If I didn't clothesline the straw, I would then try...??? Well... let me think. Maybe I could get real daring and use a giant pencil! Yeah! The kind with the thick pink eraser bulging from the end! I could fantasize it was a gorgeous circumcised cock head and really cum my brains out! Then, if that worked, I could maybe graduate to a banana ...peeled of course. I always ate them while they were still a little green and sweet... and firm. Firm enough to fuck myself with! Hmmmmm... So that would then take care of the crucial circumference problem without causing me to feel that tractor- plowing- everything- under sensation that I felt with Dr. John Deere's internal. Now all that was left was the standard when you want a refreshing, cool pick me up on {and in} a sultry hot pussy day - the favorite Vixxxen vegetable: a cucumber! No, on second thought... it ain't ready for the green monster yet. I've got it! A carrot!! I'll use a carrot!!! I can safely perform the critical "carrot in the cunt" test! I would find the perfect size to work with in both width and length, and even one that was bent if I was so inclined – much like a "pick a dick" all from a produce bag. I was really getting into this; getting into my Fantasyland AND getting it back up and running again. Maybe I would give Walt another chance if this worked out. Although I was more than eager to begin the self deflowering of my new but unwanted virginity, I played it safe. I kept up with my masturbation marathon for another two weeks; my creative cum juices flowing steadily with no hitches simply because my guitar finger wasn't anywhere near the internal strung gridlock to get my nail caught on. I still said my prayer of thanks each night of course, knowing good and well it was due to the name dropping of "Saint Mom" that pulled the right harp strings with The Head of Heaven. Born Again Virgin Loses it Again My wife and I were High School sweethearts. After graduation, I went to college out on the west coast and she attended a local university in Ohio. But we kept up our long distance relationship through college and after we both graduated, I moved back home and we dated seriously for about a year before we got married. Believe it or not, we were virgins on our wedding night. Oh yes, we had done some heavy petting over the years...lots of finger fucking and hand jobs and eventually, great oral sex. Many times after a long day of spending fun time together, we would go back to her place and I would peel off her jeans and eat her to an orgasm and then she would take out my cock and suck me off. I remember the first time she took my cock in her mouth. At first, she really didn't know what do with it but as she started to observe my satisfaction by my moans, she started to do it right. First she licked my shaft like a popsicle, then she worked her way down to my balls and took them in her mouth one by one, so gently. When she kissed and licked the area between my balls and my ass, I felt my orgasm building.I told her that I was going to cum and so she moved up and took my cock back in her mouth....I told her I was getting close and I expected her to pull my cock out of her mouth but instead, she started to deep throat me. I have always been a big cummer and so when I started to unload in her mouth, I expected her to spit it out but instead, she swallowed it all and afterwards, she kissed me and stuck her cum covered tongue deep in my mouth. I was a little shocked, but it was the least I could do for her after the way she had just blew my mind. We repeated this experience every time we could during that year we were engaged. But I guess because of our Catholic upbringing and the fear of getting pregnant, we never went all the way and it just reached a point where it just seemed like a great idea to save intercourse for our wedding night. Our wedding night was extra special....the sex was a true act of love. We did some petting and I kissed my way down to her pussy and she started to moan. Just like I had done so many times before, I flicked her clit with my tongue, dove it deep in her cunt and then came out and sucked it like a little penis in my mouth. She told me that she was getting ready to cum but that she wanted my cock in her for the first orgasm of our married life. So I got up and put my cock at the entrance to her womb and kissed her and said, let's consummate our marriage. We fucked slowly at first, but then we started to go at it fast and furious....deep and hard. She was rubbing her clit while my cock was going in and out and soon, she told me she was cumming and to not hold back. I didn't and we both exploded and then collapsed in each other's arms and fell asleep, deeply in love. Almost nine months later to the day, our daughter was born. She was the love of our lives....the perfect child and as she grew older, she gradually developed the inner and outer beauty of my wife. She was good in school, loved sports and when she grew older, was a star on the high school soccer team. We never had other children. It wasn't for a lack of sex. We always made love several times a week and always added a little adventure to keep the sexual part of our marriage alive. For instance, every now and then when our little girl was younger, I would get home from a week long road trip and my wife would meet me at the door in an over coat. We would go out to McDonald's so I could re-connect with my daughter. Then we would drop her off at my parents for the night and we would go home. I knew that all she had on under the coat was her fuck me push up bra and her thigh high stockings. On the way home, I would finger her wet cunt in the car and by the time we got in the door, she was sucking my cock and we would fuck our way to the bedroom. When it came to sex, she loved to be submissive at times. After the usual kissing and cuddling, we would advance to oral....she would suck me first and I would stop her before I came. Then I would kiss my way down to her shaved pussy and eat her to orgasm. She would always tell me that if I made her cum with my tongue, I could choose the hole/s to fuck her. Most time, I would oblige by fucking her in the mouth, cunt, and ass in that order. She would even let me pull out of her ass and fuck her mouth until I came. She was just that way. She was the classic "lady on the street, slut in between the sheets" lady. She never got pregnant again and when she turned 40 and our daughter was in high school, we decided that I should get a vasectomy. Although we had always wanted another child, it was just too late. We lived a perfect life...almost a fairy tale but just like in the stories, fairy tales don't always come true. My fairy tale life came to a bitter end one rainy night when my wife and daughter were hit head on by a drunk driver on the way home from soccer practice. By the time I got to the hospital, they were both gone and a few days later, I buried the two great loves of my life. Life after their death was a daze for almost two years. I dived into work and just tried to hide the pain by keeping busy. I never even took the time to clean out their closets and go through their stuff. Instead, I practically lived on the road. I was just a machine....I totally out produced everyone in my division and I was making big money. The checks were direct deposited into my checking account and I never spent very much of it. I just didn't feel like living life. However one day, I woke up in a hotel room and I honestly didn't know where I was. For several years, there were so many rooms, so many nights and so much sadness behind those doors. Although being on the road kept me away from the loneliness and pain of living the memories of my family in our home, I realized it was time to change. I needed to clean out the house, sell it, buy a condo downtown and move on with my life. I was even beginning to be open to another relationship...certainly a sexual relationship because it had been over two years. So I bought a great bachelor pad loft condo and a few weeks later, I told my boss that I needed to scale down my work and give up much of my territory. He knew I was going to crash and burn anyway and so he was supportive under one condition. He expected me to break in the person that was to be my replacement. We both agreed who that person should be. Linda was the brightest and most talented new recruit on our team. We hired her as a student trainee when she was in college and by the time she graduated, she had a good grasp on our business. She started working full time but worked on her MBA in an evening and weekend program and by the time she was 25, she finished and was ready to take on the world. I was always impressed with her but I always felt that she was pretty much a female version of your stereo-typical nerd. She wore baggy pants, shirts that looked like they belonged on a guy, and never wore make-up or had her hair styled. She was just your typical "plain Jane" type of a girl. A few weeks later, she and I were sitting together on a plane to Chicago for a two week road trip to all of our client sites. The first night, we went out to dinner and just started with small talk. I never really knew her but I found her to be very charming and a great conversationalist. I found out that she was engaged to a young lawyer and although they had been engaged for several years, they had never set a wedding date. I shared with her the story about my wife and daughter and she actually cried and said she was so sorry for me. I thanked her and told her that I was finally starting to feel alive again and starting to take steps to move on with my life, whatever that meant. The next night, we went out again after work and she told me that she that she had just watched an Oprah show in the hotel room where a Dr. Phil type of guy was talking about people's sex lives, or lack of one. She surprised me by asking if I had slept with anyone since my wife died and I told her that I hadn't...that my wife was my first and my last. I told her that it has been several years now and "I guess I'm just a born-again virgin". She said, "I can relate to that" and I said "I thought you said you were engaged...do you mean you haven't had sex with your fiancé for a while"? She said "no, what I mean is the virgin part.....I'm still a virgin...technically at least". She went on to say that she never dated in high school or college because she was such a book worm and introvert. She finally met her fiancé when she was in grad school and just like my past, she just figured that since she had waited this long, she might as well wait to save it for the right person at the right moment and that "alignment of the stars had just not come up yet". She said that her fiancé dated a girlfriend of hers in college and her girlfriend shared that he was really a bad fuck. Linda said that actually he really wasn't that interested in sex with her at all but since they had decided to wait until her wedding night to go all the way, lack of sex wasn't much of a deal in their relationship, at least for her fiancé. Then she acted a little embarrassed and said she wanted to get my advice on something, but she was afraid I would think less of her if she gave me the details. By this time, we had got to know each other pretty well and so I said go ahead, you can trust me. She said "OK, I want to tell you the real reason we haven't set a date for our wedding. It is me, not him. He wants to get married but I'm not sure he is the one because.......because....I can't say it damn it"! I looked her in the eyes and said "Look, I was married and I had a daughter just like you....you can trust me and I will respect your privacy." She said "OK, we haven't set a date because I know he won't be able to satisfy me sexually". I said "how do you know that?" She said "well like I told you, my girlfriend told me that he was bad in bed. He was raised in a strict religious home and according to her; he thinks most things about sex are dirty and forbidden. She said that her girlfriend said he pretty much put on a condom, stuck it in her, pumped her a couple times, came and then went to sleep". Then she looked down again and said, "I don't know if I can tell you the rest". I looked her in the eye with an understanding look and said, "just go on...." She looked at me and then looked away and said, "You know that for years I have pretty much been a bookworm...well business and marketing isn't all that I have studied. I've taken the time to learn about my own sexuality. I've read books, watched instructional videos and lately, I have progressed to watching porn. I have a collection of toys. Yes, technically, I'm a virgin because I have never known a man in the biblical sense, but I have a very active sex life with my toys. Let's just say that I lost my virginity with them a long time ago, in every sense of the word if you know what I mean." "I know my sexual needs and I know that this man will never fulfill them. I told him a while back that even though we are saving ourselves for our wedding night, we can still do some things sexually. He asked me what I was talking about and I told him that I would show him. I did oral sex with him just like I do with my toys and when it was over; he called me a slut and said he didn't ever want to do such a dirty thing again." "That was 6 months ago and since then, he has shown little interest in any type of intimacy with me". Then she looked me in the eye again and said, "I suppose you also think I'm a slut?" I looked deep in her eyes and said "no Linda, you are just a normal young woman with sexual desires and wants.....in so many ways, you are so much like my wife......." She looked relieved....it was starting to be a very awkward moment and so we changed the subject and talked about work related stuff. In a bit, I paid the bill and we got up and left. It was still pretty early and as we were in the cab driving back to the hotel, we passed a night club that looked pretty respectable. She said that she took dance classes in college and hadn't danced in public for a while. She asked if we could stop for a while and I said sure. My wife and I loved to dance and although I'm not that good, I went out on the floor with her. I was really surprised at how good she was and also, how sensually she danced. She would occasionally lift her arms and spin around me. It was then that I noticed her tits for the first time. They were just the right size and her bra was showing a lot of cleavage. Every now and then there was a break in the action and the DJ would play a slow dance. She held me tight and put her head on my shoulder. I could smell her hair and feel her tits on my chest and I got very hard. I know she had to feel my erection but she didn't move back. She just purred a little and I swear I felt her rubbing herself against my hard on. Finally, it was getting late and we had to go back to our rooms for the night. We got in the elevator and when her floor came, she reached over and kissed me on the cheek and said good night. I almost said something to her, but the door closed as she looked back at me. I went to my room, got undressed and went to bed. As I started to doze off, I thought about how good it felt dancing with her, and how good her body felt against mine and I started to stroke my cock, thinking about how much I really liked this girl. She was everything my wife was for me. Maybe it was time for me to move on in some new ways. The next morning, we met for breakfast and hit the streets. We had a great sales call with one of my largest dollar volume clients. Linda had done her homework. She knew their account well and was able to answer every question they had and I was pleasantly surprised when she suggested another product line for their upcoming sales year. They tentatively agreed to give her idea a try and she told them that she would get a detailed proposal to them by the first of next week. By then, it was noon and our flight didn't leave until two the next afternoon. We had planned it that way so we could both spend some time and enjoy Chicago. We had a light lunch and as we were going back to the room, she said that she was in the mood for pampering and she was going to the spa in the hotel for a "girl's afternoon out". I smiled and told her to enjoy herself.....I told her how proud I was of her for doing such a great job this morning and we set a time to meet for dinner. I went to the fitness center in the hotel and did my workout and finished at the pool with a good swim. I was starting to get back in shape again and I was feeling great and frankly, was proud of the way my body looked. People had told me that I looked years younger than my age. I ended up in the whirlpool and as I was enjoying the water from the jets, I started to think about Linda. I got really hard and I started to stroke myself under the water. In a minute, another guy joined me and I took my hands off myself quickly but I kept thinking about this lovely young woman that I was getting very close to and feeling things about that I hadn't felt for another woman in many years. I still had several hours to kill before it was time to meet Linda for dinner and so I went back to the room and took a nap. I got up in a bit and suddenly I had an idea. I called Linda's room and she answered right before I thought the call was going into voice mail. She seemed glad to hear my voice.....I was glad to hear hers and I told her that I was going to make reservations for us at the Signature Room on the 95th floor of the Hancock Tower for dinner. She giggled and said I must have read her mind. She said that she had picked up a few "things" on Michigan Ave that afternoon and now she would have the chance to wear them before we went home. I told her I would meet her at her room in an hour and she said that would be perfect. I put on my dark suit with a white shirt and a bright tie that I picked up at Nordstrom's. On the way to her room, I got another idea. I made a side trip to the hotel lobby and picked up a dozen white roses in a glass vase. When I met her at the door, I don't know who was more surprised. She was shocked that brought her the flowers but when I looked at her, I was absolutely stunned. She looked like Julia Roberts did in the movie "Pretty Woman" when Richard Gere met her in the hotel bar on their way to the opera. Her hair was up and she was wearing a silky red dress. It plunged in the front and for the first time, I saw her ample cleavage. I told her to turn around so I could see her better and as she did, I noticed that the skirt was slit pretty far up on the right side so it showed most of her thigh up to about 10 inches above her knees. She looked stunning and frankly, very sexy. My mind was going wild as it occurred to me that this young woman was maturing and growing up in front of my eyes. The rest of the evening was a blur. We took a cab to "Big John" and we got a window seat with the perfect south view of the city. We had a bottle of wine and the food and service was great. As it turned dark, the fireworks started at Navy Pier and we were just mesmerized. In fact for the first time that evening, I was looking at something besides Linda. It was getting late and so I paid the bill and we made our way to the elevator and took a cab back to the hotel. Once at the hotel, we got in the elevator and when it opened at her floor, she stepped out and started to walk away but then she turned around and just as the doors were starting to close, she stuck her hand in the opening to stop the doors. She then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of the car and into the lobby. I was stunned but then shocked me even more as she put her arms around my back and leaned up and kissed me on the lips! We ravished the taste of each other's lips for a moment and then we broke free and it was me that said "we shouldn't be doing this....you are engaged". She looked me in the eye and said that she had something to ask me. Not knowing what to expect, she pulled me close and kissed me again and said, "you remember the other day when I said that I was technically a virgin and was saving it for the right person at the right place and time"? I nodded my head and she said, "If you don't mind, tonight is the night, and you are the one I want to do it with for the first time". We kissed again. The way I kissed her let her know that I wanted her as much as she wanted me. We walked down the hall to her room and when we got inside, we put the do not disturb sign on the door and when it closed, we got back in the kiss. Our arms were wrapped around each other and I let my hands drop to her ass cheeks and started to massage them as she moaned. I felt her hands on my chest and she took off my jacket, my tie and I reached up and unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor. I stepped back and to my pleasant surprise, she had on a see through black push up bra and lacy see through black thong panties. I stood there in awe of her beauty as she unbuckled my belt and dropped my slacks. She quickly pulled down my briefs and she gasped when my hard cock popped out. She said that it was bigger than her fiancé and in fact, it was bigger than any of her toys. I reached around and unclipped her bra and she took it off. It was my turn to gasp as her perfect tits sprang free. If I didn't know better, I would have guessed that they were surgically enhanced but when I put my hands on them, I could tell that they were 100% natural. My mind was going wild......she was as beautiful as my late wife. And at this moment, she didn't seem to be 20 years my junior. She looked and acted like a very mature and sensual woman. Born Again Virgin Loses it Again We continued to kiss and fondle each other. She was stroking my cock while I worshipped her tits with my hands and I kissed my way down to her breasts and as I took her nipples in my mouth one by one, I kept thinking about long it had been since I had enjoyed a woman and how much I really liked, maybe even loved this woman. We moved over to the bed and as she laid back, I peeled off her panties. She spread her legs and asked if I liked the shaved look. I said "god yes" and she said that she got a Brazilian wax job at the hotel spa today, just for me. I got on the bed with her and held her tight and we kissed again and again. We continued to fondle each other's bodies and eventually, I started to kiss my way down her body. I kissed her tits and sucked and sucked her nipples like I was baby.....she purred and fed them to me. Then I started to kiss my way down to her belly. She moaned and said "oh my god....this is what I have waited for so many years, this is one thing that I just can't do with my toys"! I kissed her navel and worked my way down, skipping her clit but kissing the inside of both of her thighs. She moaned and started to buck her hips, trying to get my tongue on her clit. I teased her a bit more and finally, moved to her shaved pussy and started to tongue her clit. She moaned and said "oh my god...this is incredible...I had no idea this is what I have been missing all of these years"! I alternated licking and sucking her clit with sticking my tongue deep into her virgin snatch. Honestly, although I had been married to my wife for 16 years, I really felt like this was the first time for me. I really felt like a true born again virgin. It was just that exciting and sensual. As I was licking her, I felt her body moving around slowly. She was trying to get in position for our first 69 and I was eager and ready. In a bit, I felt her body go over mine and she lowered her pussy on my tongue again as she took my cock in her mouth. It was my turn to moan "oh my god...I have missed this so much, you are making me feel like a total man for the first time in so many years". The tempo of our licking and sucking increased and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. With my wife, we had been through this so many times, it was just expected that I would cum in her mouth without warning so as I got close, it didn't occur to me to warn her until I reached the point of no return and I felt the cum boiling in my balls and ready to shoot in her mouth. As I started to cum, I suddenly came to my senses and said "Linda, I'm getting ready to cum!" But instead of her pulling out, she sucked me deeper and I unloaded in her mouth and at that moment, I heard her moan loudly as she started to cum on my tongue. She gushed a little bit of her cum on my tongue and face as I came and came in her mouth. I thought she swallowed it all but she got off me and moved up and kissed me and as she did, I felt her tongue slide into my mouth and I was surprised as she pushed my cum from her mouth to my mouth and she started to swirl her tongue in my mouth. I returned the motion and we savored the combined tastes of my cum and her pussy juices. As we kissed, we cuddled and held each other for what seemed like forever. I relished her smell and the touch and feel of her soft skin. She caressed my arms and my back and we continued to kiss like teenagers. After a few minutes, I started to get hard again and I asked her if she was ready. She smiled and said "oh yes". I asked her if she wanted me to take the lead and she said, "yes, please take me". So I rolled over on my back and by this time, my cock was rock hard. I told her to get on top and lower herself on me. She straddled my waist and slowly, I watched her lower her shaved pussy....we both gasped when her lips touched the tip of my cock. For her, she was about to feel a real cock in her virgin pussy for the first time. For me, it seemed like such a long time that it was like a first for me also. She continued to lower herself until the tip of my cock was in her. She continued to lower herself. Although she was a virgin, as she had said before, she had fucked herself many times with toys so there was no dramatic cherry breaking or anything. It was just the thrill and sensation of two people making love. The loving passion of her having a cock in her for the first time, me losing my born again virginity. She lowered herself until her pelvis met mine and she just held it there for a few minutes. She bent over and kissed my lips...I kissed her back and told her she was beautiful and that we were a perfect fit. She smiled and started to rock back and forth, grinding her clit on my pelvis. Then she started to move up and down. I took one of her hands and moved it to her clitty...right away she started to frig herself and then I took a tit in my mouth and started to suck her really hard. As I did, she moved up and down faster and harder. Although I had already cum, the feeling was amazing and I could tell that I would cum again soon. I could tell that she was also getting close and so I told her to tell me when she was cumming and I would try and cum at the same time. Actually, I was starting to feel the cum build in me and I didn't think I would last for her but suddenly, she said "oh my god, I'm cumming again...cumming on my first cock, cumming for the first time with a cock in me". That was it...I released my second load of the night into her and it seemed even bigger than the first. She continued to fuck me long and hard and I looked up and saw my cum slicked cock as it moved in and out of her pussy. I could tell that she wanted more but I was starting to get soft. She was aware that I was losing my erection but at the same time, she wanted more and so I saw her hand start to go toward her pussy. It was so liberating to see a young woman that was this comfortable with her sexuality and with me, that she was willing to get herself off with her fingers in front of me. But I told her to stop and she looked surprised but I said "no, not your fingers...let me finish you off with my tongue again". She said, "you mean you would do that after you came in me"? I said "yes...anything to please you like you have pleased me tonight". She said "I saw that once in a porn movie but never thought I would have a man that would do this.....so fucking hot..oh my god this is so hot". And so she moved up and lowered her well used pussy on my waiting tongue. As she did, my cum just flowed out and into my mouth as I stuck my tongue deep in her at first, and then I moved to her clit. As she rocked on my face, I licked and sucked her clit....I grabbed her hands and placed them on her tits...I looked up and saw her kneading them as her head bobbed back and forth. First, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer and deeper on my tongue...but then, I moved one of my fingers to her ass crack and slowly, I moved it to the opening of her anus. She screamed out, "oh my god....that feels so good...so good but take it easy please". So I slowly eased my finger in her asshole...she continued to rock and moan and I eventually got my finger up past the first knuckle. At that very moment, she started to cum and as she did, she screamed out "oh my god, I'm cumming, and I think I'm going to pee on you, oh god, so sorry, I can't hold it back". I moved my mouth off her clit for just a second to say, "go ahead baby, let it go". And so she went over the edge and tensed up in her orgasm and as she did, she flooded my face and tongue with her hot pee. She didn't release that much...not enough to make a big mess of the bed, just enough to coat my face and fill my mouth. I swallowed it all down and she rolled off of me and we collapsed in each other's arms and fell asleep. I awoke later in the night to feel her mouth on my cock. When I fully woke up, she said, "I'm sorry but I want.....well, I don't know how to say this but your finger felt so good when you put it in there, you know, would you put your cock in there please"? Without words, I rolled her over and kissed my way down to her ass. I spread her cheeks and started to tongue her ass hole as she moaned and moved her ass up and down. I slobered her up and then got on top and just put my cock at the tip and slowly put it in. I took it slow and eventually, I got it all in. She said it felt amazing but she didn't think she could handle a real hard fucking. I said, "let's just hold it here and enjoy being joined this way for a while". We did and eventually, I got soft and took it out. We fell back asleep and woke up the next day and had a straight fuck before we checked out, missionary style. That was the beginning of a 6 month steamy affair where we would meet whenever we could for our special lovemaking. She finally broke off the engagement with her fiancé but at that time, I told her that we also needed to break off our relationship as I was just too old for her and she needed to find someone her own age. Although we were tempted to do more after that, we stuck to our commitment and eventually, I was promoted to a job in another city. I call her up every now and then just to check on her and stay in touch. She has met a great guy her age and says that are planning to get marriage. But she will always hold a special place in my heart as the one that took my virginity for the second time. Born Again Virgin Listen, I definitely know where my communion bread is buttered. Fifteen clit stroking days later, I sent one of my kids out with the shopping list for {unbeknownst to her}, my new collection of fuck toys. And I had a logical reason for each and every item on the list just in case she asked. She came back with them all: bananas {to help maintain my potassium levels in the normal range}, carrots {for the carotene benefits to keep my eyes bright and healthy}, Flexi straws {to use in my juice while I'm laying on the sofa so as not to spill anything}, two giant pencils from the dollar store {so I could smooth over the bitter disappointment of both grandsons coping with their loss of right to claim the now defunct Gucci coochie bag}, and last, but not least- a gallon of Breyer's butter pecan ice cream because... Nooooooo... because I wanted to eat it, silly! Well, there was one slight delay; this one little snag – besides the one my belly button had gotten caught up in at the doctor's office. I opened the shopping bag and found my daughter had bought, as she said she did, the bag of carrots. Only they were the fingerling style; those two inch salad fixin's kind that are short, stumpy, and fixin' to be too dangerous for me to use, then lose somewhere in the threaded maze. I couldn't think of a way to justify why I wouldn't eat them knowing I'd still get the benefits of the carotene for sparkling eyes, so I decided that for the next few days I would go on a brand new health kick - a butter pecan ice cream and carrot diet, and then send her out again for the much needed for pseudo sex, bag of carrot sticks. Oh, and another gallon of butter pecan ice cream. May as well get all of my cravings filled, right? ****** I waited until late that night before getting the banana of vaginal choice and raiding the freezer for the Breyer's. I laid out on the coffee table my other new tools of the task; the straws and the giant pencils, while I gingerly ate my bowl of ice cream watching – you guessed it – another run of The Matrix. After the butter pecan glomming fest, I stretched out on the sofa and beneath the blanket, commenced to strip off my pajama bottoms. Reaching over, I picked up a straw and with the flexible end pointing to Wanton's World, I took a deep breath and slowly maneuvered my bendable anorexic Gumby cock into my pussy. Steering it like the joy stick on a remote controlled car, I managed to get it past the first speed bump of stitches and then wisely put it into neutral. I wriggled it around in me and realized Gumby had room all around his striped plastic emaciated self to actually move. {Hallelujah, Saint Mom!} Satisfied that I had managed to get through the first test without hanging up the straw on anything, I just as carefully withdrew it and readied myself for the pencil of perverted pleasure test. I held up the two pencils my daughter had bought and carefully examined them to make sure that there were no splintered pieces {we won't continue with that train of thought} and once I found both to be smooth, I then compared the bulbous cock head shaped erasers. Of course, the larger of the two won out in my shameless, desperate desire to emanate virtual feel of the real deal. I placed the losing pencil down on the coffee table and repositioned myself for the next inanimate invasion. As before with the flexi straw, the pencil glided in with room to spare all around, but with one added bonus. The eraser was touching the narrowed walls of my vagina and it ready did feel sensuously arousing! It felt a lot like a firm and real; not rubber circumcised cock head. Mmmmmmmm! It was either that or my nipples and clit were doing push ups just for the hell of it. I felt my juices starting to coat the parts of the pencil that were in me, so before too long I decided to pull it out and go for the gusto {and a climax} with the banana. I carefully peeled the skin away and bit off the tip of one end; then tapered it smooth with my mouth. Satisfied with its esthetically erotic though jaundiced appearance, I introduced it to its uncaring, color blind date. I had about half the length of the banana easing its way into my pussy when suddenly, my cell phone rang. Because it was on the far end of the coffee table, I just naturally sat up and reached waaaaay over to answer it. Just naturally. Sat up. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over. Now tell me... how fucking stupid was that??? I knew how fucking stupid it was when I felt the squish between my legs and the banana half that was in my hand just a moment before emancipate and roll off to the floor. My greeting to my caller was a gasp followed by, "It's still stuck in me!" It didn't shock or frighten or revolt the person on the other end to hear me wailing like that. Simply because he had used the phrase in the same tone of voice many times before. It was pup, my submissive, calling to see how his Domme was feeling. "Goddess, are you alright? What's stuck in..." His voice seemed very distant; fading away to... nothing. Why the hell did it seem like he was calling from Argentina? Because he was calling from Argentina - my Argentina. In my panic, I had tried to reach into my cunt with the same hand that held my cell phone. Realizing the cell snafu too late, I switched the phone to my left hand and brought the phone and pup...and a glob of mashed banana up to my ear. While trying to explain my perverted predicament to him through a phone that was now fruit cemented to my hair, I stood up on the sofa and leaning back with my head against the wall, I spread eagled in a vertical attempt to dislodge the half banana from its new skin. I nervously stuck the size five guitar finger into my vagina as immediately it sunk three knuckles deep into banana puree. It felt all around inside of me like I had used a cookie press to fill a cannoli tube. As I scooped my potassium rich contents out of me with my finger, it took on the appearance of yellow gravel under my nail. I continued dumping the quarry of banana chunks piece by tiny gravel piece onto a napkin as I also began confessing my virgin vanquishing tests to my submissive. "I needed to do this, pup! I've been sitting here for over three weeks knowing that I woke up from the surgery a born again virgin!! It's like living in a Goddess damn twilight zone!!!" I kept excavating as I climbed off the sofa and scurried my fruit filled twat over to the bathroom and to the hand held shower that was my last resort to banana exodus. "You've become a virgin again, Goddess?" He was asking with a hint of something other than disappointment in his voice. Maybe? Nah. Forget it, Laura. That was wishful thinking on my part. I had to be hearing it all wrong through my banana encrusted ear. Standing in the bathtub now; my pajama top laden with fruit stains to coordinate with the dried banana covering my cell phone in my hand and in my hair, I ran the water full force until it was a comfortable temperature. Between telling pup all about the successful attempts at de-virginizing myself up until this last test disaster, I took the hand held shower off the faucet and looked at the various settings. In my "here's your hat, what's your hurry" desire to rid my cunt of its unwanted guest, I set the dial to 'rapid pulse' and placed it near the opening to my now under a banana mud slide Wanton's World. That was my second colossal cunt mistake of the night. I was unaware until that very Morpheus moment the 'rapid pulse' setting, when used on your genitals, translates to 'tsunami' as the tidal wave of at least a dozen jets of water crashed against my clit and stunned it numb. "What was that?!?!? Goddess? Please answer me! I thought I heard something weird"... I had tried to mute my scream of twat torpedoed shock with a hand towel clenched between my teeth as I dropped the shower head into the bath tub and grabbed the towel bar for my shaken, immoral support. Then... it happened. I had just heard something too - besides the pup's cry of concern in my phone held ear. But it was through my other ear that I had heard the sound. I listened; actually listened to the pieces of banana mush succumb to the flash flood and float out of me like drowned passengers from the Titanic. I watched in mesmerized relief as the pieces splattered in yellow playdough raindrops onto the bathtub floor. "I'm okay, pup. I... I think." I stammered; breathless. "Just keep talking because right now I can't." Between the heart palpitations and clit paralysis, I managed to reset the dial to 'gentle', turned the faucet flow to half the water stream - and this time kept it at a safe distance and indirectly pointing at my pussy. Meanwhile, pup filled my ear with some just as surprising, but very welcomed erotic ideas. "Goddess, permit me to say this? I think it's really sexy that you're a virgin again; really sexy! Perhaps you will command your slave to help you attain your desire of deflowered status? I will do anything for that honor, Goddess. Anything." I thought that wide open invitation through as I evacuated the last of the banana from my not anywhere near as wide open vagina. I had never thought that being a virgin for the second time around could be at all exciting - especially to a submissive. But then again, pup wasn't just any submissive. He was my kinky pup. I now watched the mucky mess slide down the drain as I turned the faucet off and towel dried my not- in- a –good- way throbbing pussy. Obviously after this scare, the carrot test was cancelled and the next test would be all on pup. It would involve whips and gags and plugs and Goddess knows what else – virgin Goddess knows what else, that is. I was beginning to think this surgical 'complication' may not have been such a tragedy after all. ******* The following Friday evening would turn out to be the 'do and do me' night for both pup and me. For pup, it would be the 'do' succeed in weathering my latest bondage and discipline lessons; then be rewarded for his trust and tenacity with the opportunity to live out his newest fantasy. And for me, it was the hopes that my devoted submissive would successfully 'do me' and make my born again virgin condition just a bad dream of a very bad joke. Father Time and Mother Nature would just have to go and find themselves another lottery winner now. In any case, by the end of this night or another real soon, I knew the last laugh would be on them. As I was heading out for the very special scening, my daughter caught me at the door. "Hey Mom! I found only one of the giant pencils that you had me buy for the boys. It was sitting on the coffee table, but the other one wasn't. And they're coming up for the weekend. Do you have any idea where it went to?" Of course I did. After I had used it in Wanton's World test # 2, it was wrapped in aluminum foil and thrown in the trash compactor and by now was laying in the landfill thirty miles away. "Don't worry about it, Erin" I said, skirting around the issue very smoothly. "If they were willing to share the catheter bag, they'll be willing to share the one pencil." Smiling, I kissed her goodbye telling her I was going out with a group of friends and would be back in a few hours. I then got into my car and headed for my Domme de-virginizing destiny. I had a real good feeling that my boomerang virginity was going to end that night. Evidently, so did pup. When I got to our room, he was already there naked, kneeling and head bowed. And a set of medical sounds was sitting on the bed ready and waiting for my Dr. Domme/ puppy patient pleasure. Until that Matrix minute, I never knew he was that determined to earn the Dominatrix deflowering privilege. And I never knew until that very same minute that I would have allowed him the chance to take it anyway. But what a submissive doesn't know won't hurt him or his Goddess. Besides, I really enjoyed playing doctor and giving an internal to someone else for a change. But the best surprise was still to come as we found out a little later that night. Together, we rediscovered by slow, but steady fact Walt Disney's Fantasyland has nothing over mine. AMEN TO THAT, Saint Mom!!! And just in case you were wondering... I did manage to get some of my novel researched and the book actually started. Took some doing, but my medical leave goal had been accomplished. I even managed to pen a few poems in- between. Oh, and one other thing was written. This story... with a "and she lived happily never again a virgin" ending. VERY happily.