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It's Never too Late

By: Starlight



Prologue. 

Let me introduce you to Anne and relate some of her history for you.

At the time of my writing she is fifty-six, and lives in her house in the hills. She has always had a predilection for men younger than herself, and in fact, "predilection" is a very good word to use, because with respect to young men she has been very "predatory" in her time.

She married at age thirty to a man ten years younger than herself, and when she was forty two he appraised her of the fact that he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with her, and departed her company for ever.

Phase 1. 

Anne was shattered for about two weeks then, girding up her sexual loins, or whatever women do in such circumstances, had her hair dyed, her teeth fixed and her eyes laced with contact lenses (prior to this she wore spectacles with glass that looked like the bottom of coke bottles). This refurbished tigress then emerged from her lair to predate.

The newly "done over" Anne looked reasonably presentable. I shall not lead you astray by pretending she was a world-beater in looks with long legs, 40D bras and all that. She in fact had a slightly spidery look, which of course is a predator in it's own right. 

Facially I would say she was pleasant enough, and as a male, I can say that when she gave you the "once over," you really knew it. It was the equivalent of the male to female look when the woman afterwards says, "He undressed me with his eyes." 

And if you really must know, they are about 34C.

By profession she is a librarian and works in the library of "The City Mental Hospital." Many young doctors on their way to becoming psychiatrists train in this hospital, and this provided Huntress Anne with a fine jungle to stalk in.

I must be fair and point out that during her marriage to her youthful husband, she was ever faithful to him. She just amused herself by trying to inspire unsatisfied erections among the male hospital staff – especially the young ones.

During the fortnight of her post partnership bereavement, she made use of the hospital facilities to the extent that she got herself, shall we say, counseled? She chose for this purpose the youngest, and she hoped the horniest of the interns. 

She gained their attention with a display of tears, hysterics and cries to the Creator, all of which related to her deprivation. The "Deprivations" at first concerned those matters of love, warmth and companionship, but fairly quickly came to centre on her female sensual needs.

By the end of the fortnight, a number of psychiatric couches had rocked to the tune of fornicatory therapy, and Anne was well on the road to recovery.

Phase 2. 

In the following years Anne enjoyed many liaisons, some more successful than others. She was not overly concerned about penis sizes. Her main interest was, that the male organ was erect and active in her mouth, anus, vagina or on occasions spurting between her breasts. She did of course expect breasts to be squeezed and kissed, nipples to be sucked and the clitoris to be given its due, but she aimed to please as well as being pleased.

Her kindness and generosity to young males became a byword, and for years, she was kept busy introducing them to the more intricate aspects of female anatomy, for which, in the main, they were very grateful. No doubt, it was a psychiatric career advancing experience.

Not of course, that she limited her warmth to medicos. She was always prepared to step outside the bounds of the profession so long as the youth was ardent enough. It was just that the young docs were nice and handy.

Anne did however draw the line at one point. In her words, "I could never have sex with a man who hasn't got a university degree." Thus with Anne, coital victory was measured by academic success.

For many years, all went well. The post-connubial bed creaked nightly to the joyful fornication of Anne and her youthful Inamoratas. She did try playing doubles and on one occasion triples, but Anne is the sort of woman who likes to concentrate on what she is doing – or what is being done to her. Too many penises simultaneously penetrating vagina, anus and mouth, only confused her, so after experimenting, she reverted to one at a time.

All went merrily along until, entering her fifties, Anne noticed a gradual fall off in those offering to console her in her loneliness and need. It rather crept up gradually until at the end of one week she realised that no male genitalia had been active in any of her hemispheres.

This didn't trouble her at first, and she said to herself, "It's pure chance. Just worked out that way." The following week did not confirm her optimism. No further intimate relations came about. Now she began to feel troubled.

She attended her hairdresser and had the colour of her hair changed to a sort of purple. Her dentist went over her teeth and, much to her dismay, did so without once even brushing his hand across her breasts.

Panic began to set in. She went to her doctor for a thorough physical examination and not once did his hand even approach her sexual organ. Naked, she examined herself closely in the full-length mirror, then she went over her face with the magnifying small mirror she used to find and remove blackheads. She bought an exercise bicycle on which she pumped for hours to remove any superfluous avoirdupois. 

She tried to enhance her devastatingly sensual "I'm available" glances, but there was no response. Youthful doctors who once lingered and lounged over her librarian's desk, made hasty enquiries about books and magazines and upon receiving the necessary information, hurried on.

Phase 3. 

Now began the dark days for Anne. She could no longer avoid the truth of her wretched situation. 

Pains began to twinge in sundry joints. Beneath the purple, red, green and yellow of her hair (she tried many varieties of colour), she knew her hair to be completely grey. Her once flashing white teeth (compliments of her dentist) were now darkened. Her eyes were often tearful with contact lens irritation. Most horrid of all, her once not over large, but proudly erect bosoms, began to succumb to the blandishments of gravity.

It came to pass in those days, that even men of middling years passed by on the other side. Anne realised that now had the dark night of the soul come upon her. She was alone in her isolated house in the hills. Shunned by her colleagues, she was even left unravished by the casual encounterer. 

It was at this point in her now drear existence I chanced upon her in the City Art Gallery. She was gazing with longing at the picture of a naked male youth. It was many years since I had last seen her, and I barely recognised her. She had the look of a rather forlorn grandmother who had been deprived of grandmotherhood for the simple reason she had no grandchildren.

We exchanged salutations and went for a cup of coffee together. It was over the cup of coffee that I learned some of the details I have given above.

As we came to part, she said forlornly, "I've given up now. I don't think Mr.Right will ever come along." She left me, her back bowed and with shuffling gait.

Phase 4. 

I kept in touch with Anne from time to time after our meeting, and so I can relate to you how things fell out for her.

One day as she surveyed the ruinous state of her household décor, she decided to have the place painted. She selected a contractor, and on the day arranged, the painter turned up. He was a lusty youth of some twenty-two years, and visible through his nicely snug shorts one could see his excellent endowment.

He set to on all the scraping and scrubbing that painters and decorators seem to engage in prior to the grand finale of applying paint. Mid morning, Anne invited him to partake with her in a cup of coffee. She found him open and friendly and given to talk about himself and ask impertinent personal questions.

Lunchtime he joined Anne again in eating and conviviality. Despite his lack of academic degrees, Anne found herself liking him, and over the following days they exchanged ever more intimate details of their lives, likes and dislikes. 

The bells rang for Anne, when our hearty youth slyly let it be known that his sexual preference was for older women. This subject was expanded upon over several coffee meetings, until Anne resolved to act. As gamblers are wont to say, "You've got to be in it to win it."

Anne waited for an opportune moment, and that proved to be when the youth was halfway up a ladder wielding his brush. Anne approached him and undoing the belt of his shorts and pulling down the zip, she began to play gently on his organ.

The youth was surprised, or at least he feigned to be surprised. My own opinion is that this was what he had been working up to. Whether genuinely surprised or not, his ample penis rose in splendour, and in no time Anne was caressing it with flashing tongue.

Not to be outdone, the youth descended the ladder, picked up granny Anne, and carried her into the bedroom. Here he divested her and himself of garments, and commenced to flay her breasts, nipples and clitoris with his tongue. 

Now followed a mighty battle between the two of them. On one side was years and experience, and on the other, youth and enthusiasm. I could not say who won the encounter, but I can tell you that for the first time since the departure of her erstwhile hubby, a non-academic sexual organ entered the flower of Anne's womanhood.

Epilogue. 

I met with Anne again recently. Once more, I hardly recognised her. Ten years had been stripped away from her. She walked with grace and ease, and her hair is now its natural grey ("He likes me that way," she said).

It seems that Anne and the youth have established something of an ongoing relationship. He has moved into her house and occupies her bed. He pleasures her body (and his), eats her food, drinks her drinks and, spends her money. As Anne commented, "What's it for if not to enjoy." 

Anne's summarising remark was, "It's like having a pleasant grandson, only more so."

I shall not point the moral of this story, ladies. If it is not obvious to you, then it is for you, "Too Late."

It's Never Too Late



Jason and Paula met late in life, she the victim of two bad marriages, one abusive, the other loveless, he, trapped in an unsatisfying one where many of his emotional and sexual needs were never met. 

It wasn't that he didn't love his wife but she seemed never to be able to sense his needs nor fulfill them. Her second husband was pretty much the same.

When fate finally brought them together, they both wondered if God was playing a joke on them because it was so obvious that they complemented each other perfectly that they had to have been made for each other. Had they met earlier in life they would have made the complete couple, yet God made it so that they met after having created families with others and having lives that were too complicated to simply walk away from.

In her first marriage she and her husband James, fought constantly. She was a feisty, coffee colored woman of small build 5' 5", 120 lbs, he was a 5'10" 180 lbs, light complexioned, pretty boy who thought that he was God's gift to women.

Many of their arguments disintegrated into violence as neither of the two of them knew how to resolve conflict without it. Although he was more than fifty pounds heavier than she, she would fight him anyway. It didn't matter to her that she would end up getting her ass beaten; it satisfied her that she got in a few good licks of her own before he would eventually waste her.

Since her family wasn't too thrilled with the marriage, there was no one to go to for advice or help and so the turmoil and fights continued.

For Paula, the marriage was more about her escaping from her mother's control than anything else. Her dad, whom she adored, had died about five years earlier and she had never gotten over his death. 

Her mother, now left with three children to raise on her own, decided to make sure that her only daughter didn't suffer the consequences of single parenthood and tried to compensate for her husband's early demise by ruling her daughter with an iron hand. 

Paula tried to rebel every way that she could as she observed that her two brothers were treated differently and she and her mother were always at odds. 

At age sixteen she had fancied herself to be in love with the neighborhood bad boy. Her mother warned her to stay away from him as everybody in the community knew that he was irresponsible and didn't like to work. 

Paula didn't care about any such things. She thought that he was fine and unbeknownst to her mother, on her way back home from one of the few movies that her mother let her go to, she had surrendered her virginity to him. 

She had gone with her two brothers to the local movie theater one Saturday evening and on their way back home, the two boys stopped to talk to two girls that they had arranged to meet at the theater. They chased her away by telling her to go to the ice cream parlor down the street and wait for them there and they would meet her in an hour. 

At the parlor she ran into James, who bought her an ice cream. He talked to her for a while and managed to get her to come outside with him. He walked her around to the rear of the building and when he got her there he hugged her and kissed her. 

She was in heaven as she had a great crush on him. He proceeded to play with her small budding nipples and in short order he had pulled the crotch of her panties aside and fucked her up against the wall. 

Sometime later when her brothers arrived, with separate cases of the blue balls, she was awaiting them with a very sore and recently plundered pussy. 

As conflict with her mother escalated over her relationship with James, she felt that marriage was her only escape.

She got a job at the local supermarket and she and James got married as soon as she turned eighteen. For the first three months things were idyllic. They lived with his mother and spent most days and nights having furious sex. When she went home to visit, her mother would often remark about how tired she looked and how sunken in her eyes were. 

She soon became pregnant and decided to find an apartment for then to live. James was not thrilled by the idea but after she found one they moved in. At first he paid the rent and bought the groceries but as pregnancy distorted her body he found her no longer attractive and he started playing the field again, using his money to entertain other women rather than pay the bills. 

As a result, she spent a lonely and abandoned pregnancy.

They argued all the time about his constant absence from home and perfume smelling clothes whenever he returned.

She worked all the way through her pregnancy and he fooled around and got fired from his job. When she realized that he began taking money from her purse to entertain the other women he was dating, the real fighting started. 

Every week was a new fight, until the superintendent of the apartment building told her that they had to stop the fighting or leave.

After one pretty brutal fight in which he split her lip, bloodied her nose and blackened her eye, she finally decided that she had enough. She stopped fighting with him, cut him off from her sexual favors and six months after the birth of her daughter, she called the police and put him out. After that, she never looked back.

For fifteen years she worked to raise her child by herself, avoiding serious involvement with all the men who she felt saw her as a hot mama and only wanted to get into her pants. 

She went to community college, got herself a degree in accounting and kept to herself. She followed it up by completing a bachelor's degree in management.

Her family and friends kept encouraging her to give another man a chance and finally she started to date again. 

Although she went on dates with them, none of them were ever allowed to enter her house. She was determined to protect her daughter and earn her respect. 

Once in a while when her physical needs overcame her and she would relent and give up some pussy to a current suitor but her heart was never in it. 

Those incidents were rare as she believed that sex and marriage went together and she wasn't the freaky kind of women to do all the "nasty" things like using toys, that her girlfriends talked about doing.

Finally she met a man who seemed quite taken with her and acted like he would do anything for her. He was able to get to her through her daughter, who adored him. He treated her like she was his own and he had the ability to make her laugh. She knew that she was not in love with him and told him so. 

He begged and begged her to marry him until she finally relented. One of her requirements in agreeing to marry him was that she would have no more children and she made no bones in telling her new husband that. He agreed.

Two years after their marriage, her gynecologist decided to take her off her current birth control pills to allow her metabolism to re-establish itself. He informed her that her husband would have to use condoms until her system had been re-regulated and she began using the new birth control pills again. She made sure that her husband heard and understood this and reminded him that she did not want any more children.

Her new husband honored this edict but one night, overcome by horniness and too lazy to go find a condom, he forced her to have unprotected sex with him. She was very upset by his doing this and it resulted in high tension between the two of them for some time. Two months later she visited her doctor because she wasn't feeling well and discovered that she was pregnant.

At first she was furious, then became so devastated that she went into a deep depression. She had no intention of having this child and shared her thoughts with her doctor. Her doctor told her that the decision to have the baby was hers to make but her austere upbringing was enough to convince her not to abort the pregnancy and seven months later she delivered a son.

Prior to the delivery she had ordered her doctor to cut, burn and tie her tubes and at delivery, he had complied. She told her husband what she had done and informed him that she was never having another child for him. 

After that incident, she lost all sexual desire for him and he never took the time to seduce her and win her heart again. Sexual intercourse became a wifely duty, a chore, devoid of emotion and pleasure on her part. 

Their sex life constituted a weekly or bi weekly affair. Whenever her husband wanted her, he would go to her bedroom and approach her in bed. She would turn her back to him, let him pull her nightgown up and take her from behind. He would rut in her until he had an orgasm and when he was through, she would rise, go to the bathroom, clean herself and return to bed. 

As a result of her lack of response, he became extremely rough and would pound her mercilessly trying to force a response out of her. Since he made no attempt to seduce her, she was always dry and many a night she fell asleep with tears streaming down her face from the pain she had endured. 

Her mother had taught her that it was a wife's duty to satisfy her husband and she never cried out nor complained. After he had ejaculated in her, he would leave and return to his bedroom to sleep alone. Sex for her became an experience to be endured rather than enjoyed, resulting in her having no orgasms for a period of almost twenty years! 

As a result of her distaste for him, sex became increasingly painful because of her lack of vaginal lubrication and she sought her doctor's advice.

He suggested that she purchase female lubricant from the drug store, which she did and she dutifully applied it to herself whenever her husband approached her. He would have his way and when he was done she would clean herself and go to sleep. 

After a while, he stopped visiting her bed and she was relieved that he no longer had to suffer through the ordeals of his desires.

Realizing that she had no sexual attraction to him, her husband made every effort to destroy her self-esteem. He constantly criticized her body, telling her that she was undesirable and repeatedly threatened to leave her if she put on any weight. 

Over the years, he convinced her that her lovely breasts and shapely body were ugly and should be covered as much as possible and any time he saw her walking around the house exposing more than the necessary leg or arm he would berate her and make her feel like she was a whore. 

Her depression increased.

Even though the blind could tell that at 5'5" and now 140 pounds with 34 DD's and a smooth caramel complexion, she was extremely desirable, she grew to dislike her body and kept it covered up even at the beach.

At age sixty, she received a promotion on her job and began to work with Jason, a man that she had known for many years but because they worked in different departments, she had never really got to be close friends with. 

She discovered that he was a very nice and caring individual who seemed to understand her moods and somehow had the key to making her feel alive and worthwhile. 

Her new job was very demanding and intense and it pleased her to know that her new boss always supported her and as a result she always covered his back. Without being sexual, he complimented her from time to time on her dress and her looks and slowly she began to recognize that he must have found her attractive to comment like he did. Slowly her self-esteem returned.

Together they became a formidable team and she learned that like her, he was also in a marriage devoid of emotion. 

He discovered that she was a woman who wanted her man to be a dominant force in her life, to take care of her, make her feel needed, wanted and valued without debasing and abusing her. She wanted her man to be a man and she was willing to be that man's woman. Unfortunately, her husband was not that man.

Gradually she found herself being drawn to him and began to look forward to their occasional chats when the intensity of their jobs decreased and they had time to relax. 

His friendship and professional support was all that she cared about. Likewise, he had no designs upon her. An honest, true and strong friendship developed. 

Then the improbable happened!

One of his talents was writing poetry. On occasion, he would use his computer to create cards for his co-workers for special occasions and so for her sixty first birthday, he created a card for her. The text of it made it clear to her that he knew her innermost feelings and needs and understood her and she was so touched by his sensitivity that she cried after reading the card. 

Seeing her eyes moisten he apologized and said that the card was meant to make her happy not sad. 

She smiled and told him that the tears were not because of sadness but because he knew her so well and added that he understood her far better than her husband ever did. Catching herself, she regretted making the remark but left it alone hoping that he didn't ascribe too much significance to it. 

He heard the remark though and realized how lonely and depressed she really was and made a note to do whatever he could to make her feel valued and an important part of his office.

As they continued working together their friendship grew and one day he wrote her a poem suggesting that she deserved someone to love and care for her and wished that he had met her when both of them were single. 

She was embarrassed because he knew her that well but played it off by asking him why he felt that she needed someone like that. He told her what he had learned about her life and unhappy marriage from listening to her and that he too was in a similar situation and wished that he had someone just like her. 

In an unguarded moment he touched the side of her face softly and she turned her face towards him. Her eyes told him all he wanted to know and he wrapped her gently in his arms and softly kissed her lips. She didn't resist nor pull away from him and he held her until she opened her eyes again and looked into his. 

When she did, he kissed her again, this time more insistently and with a soft moan, her mouth opened and after a brief hesitation, he fed her his tongue. She sucked voraciously on it, savoring its taste and feel, something that she hadn't enjoyed in many years. 

Her body trembled with passion, her heart thudded against his chest, her knees gave way and he literally had to hold her up and lead her to a chair.

She realized that not only was her heart was pounding so hard, it felt as if it would jump from her chest but wonder of wonders, her panty crotch was soaked as well!

After composing herself, she told him that in the forty years of marriage she had never been unfaithful to either of her husbands and for that reason, didn't think that she could be involved with him.

He told her that he saw her as a deeply passionate woman, with pent up sexual energy and love needing to be unleashed and that he hoped she would let him bring her back to life again. 

He also told her that she had what he had been seeking all his life and added that he thought that God saw their need and brought them together. 

Someone walked into the outer office before she could respond and she left to see who it was and the discussion ended there.

Days later they talked again and he told her that she was exactly what he needed in his life. She told him that while she needed him too, she wasn't sure that she could pull off a double life and that he should seek and find someone else. 

She even suggested to him that she would set him up with her divorced sister who she felt deserved a man like him. 

He told her that if she didn't want him, it was okay and while her sister was probably a nice woman, it was she that he wanted.

She looked into his eyes and saw the truth of his statement and agreed to take it one day at a time. 

They began to meet for drinks occasionally after work to talk and get to know one another better and ever so often he would take her in his arms and kiss her as they parted. 

She refused to let the kissing become a regular thing and he never pushed her.

On one occasion when she was leaving their favorite meeting place, he pulled her into his arms to kiss her and she felt his hard cock press against her belly. Knowing that she was sixty years old and he was older than she, she teasingly asked him if his cock still got hard. 

He laughed and in the darkness of the parking lot without her knowledge, unzipped his pants, took his cock out and placed it in her hand. She gasped at his boldness but grasped the turgid hardness and whispered,

"God, its big."

He chuckled, "not too big for you though." 

"You nasty devil," she laughed but held on to his fat cock gently stroking it. 

"Meet Monsieur Henri," he said with a flourish and then added, 

"I'd like to put him in you." 

"What? Here?" she gasped. 

No, not here," he whispered," but I do want to fuck you!" 

For some reason the use of the word "fuck" undid her and her pussy gushed like it hadn't in years, soaking her panties and leaking down her thighs.

Without a word, she pulled away from him, walked to her car, started it and drove off. 

Nonplussed, he put his cock back into his pants wondering if he had offended her and blown any chance of a relationship with her. As he pulled away in his car, his cell phone rang.

He heard her husky voice say "When?" 

"When what?" he responded. 

"When do you want to fuck me?" she asked. 

He was so surprised that he didn't answer for a moment and then with all the passion that he could muster, he said

"As soon as I can." 

"I want you to," she responded "but I'm afraid." 

"Let's talk about it" he answered.

"Ok," she whispered.

A few days later, she shared her reservations with him, telling him that she knew that he was very worldly and experienced and that although she had been married twice, her upbringing had made her so inhibited that she refused to experiment with either of her two husbands. She told him that missionary style of sex with no kink was what she was mostly used to, until her second husband started taking her from behind as she lay on her side and that was all that she was used to. 

She also told him that she hadn't had sex with her present husband in two years, had never had oral sex with either husband and slept alone because her present husband hated her snoring. 

She told Jason that her husband had made her feel that she wasn't a good lay, something that she had come to believe. 

She was also afraid that he would be disappointed with her sexual performance and as much as she wanted him, she was terrified of being a sexual failure. 

She shared that for some reason when he said that he wanted to "fuck" her, the use of that word made her knees go to jelly and her pussy twitch and she yearned to feel his cock inside her. 

It was a feeling that she hadn't felt in years and didn't think that she would ever feel again. She also told him that listening to him talk, she realized that he was somewhat freaky. She felt that she was not and didn't think that she could ever satisfy him. She was also afraid that he would soon grow tired of her. 

He told her that he was not interested in performance only that she was willing to give herself to him and whatever happened would happen. 

Then she made him laugh by saying, "Your cock is so large that if you put it in me, its going to stretch my pussy out and I never wanted a big pussy."

He looked her in the eye and said,

"Well if it gets stretched out, it's because my cock did it. Its making it right for me and nobody else is going to get it anyway so it will be perfect."

This reassured her and she agreed to try.

A week later she met him at a nearby hotel and she had sex for the first time in two years! It was also the first time in over forty years that she had sex with a man who was not her husband!




It's Never Too Late



Jason was very patient and gentle with her. Initially he could not penetrate her even though her pussy was wet because it was so small but he fingered her gently until she relaxed and his cock head was able to enter. She was so tight that she reminded him of having sex with a virgin.

When he finally was able to enter her for the first time, he heard her gasp and clutch him tightly, then shudder and moan. Her first orgasm came that quickly and he paused and waited for her to recover. 

Slowly he stroked in and out of her tight pussy, gradually going deeper and deeper until his bloated balls came to rest on her ass. 

He had to exhibit the utmost self-control because he so wanted to ram his big cock deep in to her and fuck her until his balls spewed their load. 

Once he was all the way in, he stopped moving, savoring the feel of her tight pussy encasing his cock. The opening of her pussy grasped the thickness of his cock like a tight elastic band and he waited for it to ease its tension.

Even though her pussy burned slightly, she marveled at how good it felt. 

Slowly he began moving inside of her and she started cumming again. It was if every movement he made inside her pussy triggered an orgasm. 

Before the spinning orgasmic vortex ceased to allow her to descend to earth, he started to plough into her and she was off into another bone shattering kaleidoscopic excursion! 

She heard a hoarse voice whimpering, 

"Yes, yes, yes...." and realized that it was hers. 

Her hips took on a life of their own and raised to meet his thrusts which became gradually more powerful.

Surprised, she heard herself beg, 

"Oh God, Jason, fuck me!"

She heard him groan, felt his cock head swell inside of her and spasm and knew that he was coming soon. The euphoria of knowing that he wanted her so much that he was actually coming in her, coupled with the pulsing of his cock set her off into another more extended but less violent orgasm which rolled over and over into so many multiples that she almost lost consciousness. 

He rammed his big cock deep into her now yielding pussy and kept it pressed deep inside of her. Her pussy relented and stretched as his cock jetted cum into her, bathing the nozzle of her womb. It seemed as if he came for a very long time.

When they had both recovered, they lay coupled together his cock still inside her, now not as hard but still big. 

She held on to him, not wanting to relinquish his cock from the prison of her pussy and him from the lock of her thighs. She whispered to him that she was amazed that she had at least three orgasms and previously had never had more than one at any previous sexual interaction. 

He chuckled and told her that he knew that she had all that pent up passion inside and he was glad to be able to release it. He kissed her soft lips, and this time she welcomed his tongue wishing that she never had to let it go. 

When they finally separated, cum ran all out of her pussy, down between her ass cheeks and soaked the bed. She got up to go to the bathroom and more cum ran all down her thighs as she went in search of a towel. 

She returned to the bed with a small towel tucked between her legs and cuddled up to him. 

"You sure cum alot," she laughed.

"I've been saving up for you," he chuckled. 

They lay in each other's arms enjoying the afterglow. As she lay next to him she looked at his cock and said, 

"You really have a big cock, you know, did all that go up inside me?" 

"No," he lied, "just the top half." 

She laughed and said, 

"If I had seen that cock before you put it in me, I wouldn't have let you. I don't want my pussy all stretched out!" 

" He laughed and said, "Its too late now, you already had it in you." 

"Yes," she said" "and the bad part is, I want it again, so I guess I'm going to just have to get used to being stretched out!" 

He was so happy at how things went that he just hugged her. He kissed her ardently and her hand groped for his cock and begin to stroke it. To his surprise, it quickly began to harden again. 

He positioned himself over her and she inserted him into her and he slid easily in and gently to the warm, wet depths of her welcoming pussy. Together they climbed another mountain to the stars!

When they parted that evening, her pussy was sore but it was a pleasant soreness for her, one she would welcome every time but he never said anything about what he thought about her lovemaking and she figured that perhaps it wasn't that great for him and since nothing too freakish had occurred he wouldn't want anymore. 

Three weeks later he surprised her by asking her to spend another afternoon with him. 

"I didn't think that you enjoyed it last time," she said. 

"What? Woman, are you crazy? It was wonderful," he replied. 

Her heart flipped and her pussy spasmed with joy. 

"But you never told me how you felt after having sex with me," she said. 

"I didn't think it was necessary," he replied, "I was just so happy that you had a good time."

"I'm glad that you did," she said, "I was afraid that I wasn't freaky enough for you."

"You were fine," he replied, "just keep on giving me that pussy just like you did and I'll always be satisfied."

Over the next six months, he opened up her sexual horizons. She was willing to try whatever he suggested and he fucked her in every position possible and wonder of wonders, her pussy flowed like the Nile. She didn't need any female lubricant anymore and she also discovered that she was multiorgasmic! 

He loved her body and told her so often. He adored her breasts and even though they sagged slightly, they basically stood up good on her chest. For a woman of sixty she was magnificent!

He loved sucking her small, hard, peach colored nipples and they began to enlarge, a fact which caused her some consternation. She'd tell him that she didn't want her nipples to get too large to draw any attention from her husband but he kept right on sucking on them. 

She exulted in his praise but complained that her nipples were beginning not only to get large but to poke out under her clothing unlike the past. He told her that he loved them that way.

She smiled and told him that if he wanted them that way, they would stay that way.

She also shared with him that she liked him to bite them and make them hurt a little but not too bad.

He complied whenever the made love and she blossomed like a fertilized rose. It pleased him to see her display searing passion and wantonness in their love making.

She was flabbergasted by his endurance and appetite for her and asked him one day if he really was sixty five years old. 

He introduced her to all the things that hitherto she thought were "nasty." As agreed, she gave every one an honest try and discovered that she loved to do a lot of the things that her mother had taught her a nice woman shouldn't do! 

He ate her pussy copiously until she became delirious, made her get on top of his cock and ride him and even encouraged her to suck it. 

She discovered that she loved "talking nasty," that she enjoyed the feeling and taste of his big cock in her mouth and never tired of the taste of his cum. She sucked him whenever he presented Monsieur Henri. 

He christened her pussy "Fatty" a named that she loved because she did have a fat pussy. The mons and lips were quite fat for so small a woman and she was ecstatic in his delight of her body. 

In six months with Jason, she had experienced more sexual pleasure and variation than she had in the past forty years of her life and on top of it all, he made her feel desirable and wanted once again. 

For her part, she loved his "nastiness" and enjoyed whatever he did to her, reciprocating fully.

As their relationship reached a high peak of sexual intensity, she declared that her husband notwithstanding, she was his to do with as he pleased. He was so happy with her as this was what he had always wanted from his woman and she had finally given it to him.

Over the next months of very intense love making, she realized that he had fucked her doggie style, on her stomach, on her side, even drilled deep into her body with her legs on his shoulders, an experience that terrified her as his cock felt like it was all the way up in her stomach! She had sucked his cock and loved it, he had eaten her pussy and she loved that too. She had ridden him like a cowgirl front and reverse and was even considering his veiled request to let him have her ass. It slowly dawned upon her that she had indeed become the freak that she had told him that she could never be....and she never uttered another word about how big her pussy had become. In fact she loved knowing that she now could take all of him!

During one torrid love making session, he repeatedly drove his cock deep and hard into her pussy in the throes of his orgasm. She cried out in pain shrouded passion as his cock battered her now battle tested cervix. 

She came so hard that she squirted all over his balls and thighs soaking the sheets beneath her! Her pussy was soaking wet and lubricant was something that she obviously didn't need anymore! 

At first she was embarrassed because she thought that she had inadvertently peed on herself until he explained to her that what she had done was "squirted," a phenomenon that some women enjoyed with deep orgasms. 

"There is one more thing I want from you," he told her after a long and enjoyable session. 

"What is it?" she inquired. 

"I want your last virgin spot," he declared. 

"You've already had everything, you have had my mouth, you have eaten me, I have sucked your cock, you even made me squirt, what else is there?" 

She knew what he was referring to but she wanted to hear him say it.

" I want your ass," he whispered. 

He had hinted about it for several weeks and she knew that he didn't know that she was actually considering giving it to him.

"Isn't that going to hurt?" she asked, "and why do you want me like that?" 

"Because, no one else has ever been there," he responded "I want something that no one else has ever had from you, it will be special for me, all mine."

Her mind roiled with conflicting emotions. Anal sex was something that no other man had ever asked for and she had never ever considered and while she knew she could deny him nothing, sex in the butt was still "nasty" to her. 

In addition, he did have a very big cock too and to her that meant pain. She didn't think that she could take him up her ass and for the first time she wondered if he was just too kinky for her and if she had bitten off more than she could chew.

"Trust me," he told her, " I won't hurt you." "You have loved everything else that I have introduced you to, I know that you will like this too." 

She had to agree with him about enjoying everything else but she wasn't sure about anal sex. 

"I don't know," she demurred, "I'm afraid that it will hurt too much." 

"I'll prepare you," he said, "and if it hurts you too much, I'll stop." 

"Let me think about it," she said. 

She couldn't help but admit that as terrified as she was, the thought of his big cock stretching her ass as she gave up her last virgin hole excited her and because he was so special to her, she did want him to have her in a way that no other man ever had. Their sex life was so satisfying and exhilarating that she wanted to deny him nothing.

She also realized that their relationship wasn't only about sex. He would call her just to ask how she was doing, or ask her to meet him somewhere just to take her for a ride in his car or just to spend time with her. It wasn't unusual for him to take here to the beach just to talk and enjoy the roar of the waves abnd the spray of the ocean in their faces, 

She grew to just love this man even though she knew that their personal situations couldn't change. 

As she thought about his request she said to herself, 

"No other man has ever made such a request of me, but I do love him" and she had to admit that the prospect of such a forbidden act inflamed her with passion. 

A few days later as she was hanging up from one of his more salacious phone calls, she whispered, 

"I haven't made up my mind yet but one of these times when we are making love, I might just whisper that my ass is ready for you." 

Before he could respond, she hung up. He knew then that she would eventually give up her ass, so he never asked again but always kept a small jar of Albolene cream with him and a few finger cots ready. He had chosen Albolene because he had heard that it was water soluble and would dissolve into her tissues unlike Vaseline or petroleum jelly and minimize posible infections. 

"Thank God, for the gay men," he thought as he had gleaned that information from an article by a gay man.

Six months later, as she crawled into bed with him and after they kissed she whispered, 

"I'm ready." 

At first he didn't know what she was talking about and seeing the quizzical look on his face, she continued, 

"Today you can have what you asked for." 

He kissed her ardently and she responded with equal passion. He went to his pants pocket, retrieved the cream and finger cots and rejoined her in the bed. He proceeded to suck and bite her long nipples, driving her into a frenzy, kiss his way down her stomach, spread her legs and lick her sweet pussy until she exploded into her first orgasm of the evening. 

He worked her up again until she was panting with desire before he turned her over into a sixty nine position on her back, slipped between her thighs and pulled them under his armpits and she crossed them around his torso. This position like that of a baked turkey, spread her thighs apart and exposed her anus to his gaze him for the first time.

She was a little embarrassed at being in that position but also excited that he had her in such an open way, pussy lips ajar and anus spread open before him.

He licked all around her clitoris, sucked and rolled "Fatty's" fat lips in his mouth, while placing the finger cots on his thumb, middle, ring and pinkie fingers. He chose to use finger cots because he didn't want his finger nails to scrape her delicate anal tissues and cause anymore discomfort than was absolutely necessary.

He coated his middle finger with the slithery cream, lubricated it and gently painted her velvety brown bud. She couldn't stifle a feeling of embarrassment as he held her open where his eyes could see her ass so exposed. She had to admit that even though she was so exposed it made her feel wanton. 

He started to massage her anus in a slow, circular motion, adding more lubricant ever so often as he continued to eat her pussy. 

His flicking tongue and sucking lips drove the embarrassment from her mind and her loud gasps and quivering limbs signaled her climb to nirvana. 

Sensing her impending orgasm, he gradually increased the pressure of his middle finger on her anus and when her orgasm hit and she shrieked in ecstasy, her anal sphincter gave way and his finger popped inside her. 

"God, her ass is tight," he said to himself.

The sensation of his tongue in her pussy and his finger in her ass drove her wild. Her anal muscles clutched and released on his probing finger as she shuddered in orgasmic ecstasy.

Gently he slid his finger further and further into her ass gently circling it and slowly finger fucked her. She quaked with after shocks and stimulated by his probing tongue, came again. 

By the time that she had regained her senses, he had switched fingers and inserted his lubricated cot covered thumb all the way up to his palm. The wide portion of the thumb served to stretch her open. She moaned softly as he kept gently pressing his thumb into her until he felt her anal muscles relax and loosen their grip. 

He took his time with her probing and circling inside her anus. He replaced his thumb with his middle and ring fingers together and slowly inserted and moved them back and forth making sure not to pull them all the way out. Gently he pressed them all the way in and held them deep in her until he felt the musculature again relax. His fingers slipped deeper into her and he spread them apart until he felt that loosening feeling.

She was gasping with the feeling of anal distension but so far, no real pain. He added his pinky finger and slowly spread her sphincter wider. Finally the ligaments and muscles around here anus gave up and allowed him easy access.

He knew that she was now ready.

Liberally he lubricated his cock, especially around the head and put some additional lubricant inside and around her now loose anus, turned her on her left side so that she was spooning with him, her butt in his lap and as soon as he removed his fingers he pressed his cock to her still half opened anus asw he prepared to take her last vestige of virginity. She felt his fingers guiding his cock and tensed when she felt the big head lodge half way within her anal orifice. 

"Relax, baby," he whispered in her ear. 

She thought "that's easy for him to say." 

He reached around and started to gently massage her nipples knowing they were her weak spots. She sighed and let her body go limp. The pressure of his turgid cock increased on her anus and just as it was beginning to get uncomfortable, the anal ring yielded and his cock head broke through to enter her. Her ass burned slightly and she felt so full! 

He stayed still, just kissing the back of her neck and flicking her nipples with his fingers until her anus' grip on his cock softened. As her body grew accustomed to the new invasion she began to relax and breathe again. 

Almost imperceptibly his cock slid deeper into her. He kept pausing, waiting and pressing into her gently until at last his balls kissed against the cheeks of her ass.

"Damn, she is tight," he thought, then realizing how tight her pussy was when he first took her, it made sense to him that her ass would also be tight.

To her, her ass felt stretched so far open that she thought it might never close again and he was so deep in her that her tummy felt compressed. 

Yet it was a wonderful feeling somehow and he exulted in knowing that she had given him what he had so badly wanted.

It had hurt a little but it really wasn't too bad. They stayed joined together, his big cock buried deep in her ass and gradually she relaxed. 

Her stomach muscles soon eased and her anus loosened its death grip on his cock. Besides the strained feeling she had little real pain, except for a slight burning sensation.

He remained immobile in her for a while, waiting for her body to relax. She waited for more pain but none came. 

Slowly the tightness in her anus dissipated and she began to feel a gentle pulsing in her ass and realized that he had begun slowly pressing into her and releasing. She closed her eyes and enjoyed this new sensation.

Before she knew it, she had picked up his rhythm and was moving with him. The pulse became a beat, the beat became a rhythm, the rhythm a stroke and when she caught herself, her asshole was quivering like jelly, his cock was pistoning in and out of her ass and she was cumming! 

"Fuck my ass, baby, it's yours," she growled and he did just that. 

She loved the feel of the big cock reaming her ass, knowing that he had taken him and he her! 

Euphoria spread all through her body as she felt him plunge repeatedly deep into her entrails. She felt the tell tale swelling of his cock head and knew that he was getting ready to come. 

His cock head enlarged so big that she thought that she would burst, then when she began to fear real pain, he exploded and searing jets of his sperm spewed into her rectum assailing the now no longer virgin chamber and coating its walls with a soothing balmy elixir. 

This sent her into another orgasmic haze as her anus quivered and she gasped and shook. He growled fiercely in her ear and his cock squirted and squirted, filling her rectum with so much cum, squeezing every last drop of it into her and what his cock couldn't expel, she involuntarily milked with her anal sphincter. 




It's Never Too Late



"Ohhhh GGgoooddd!!!!!!!" she screamed. 

"Sshiitttt!!!!" he roared and jetted his last surge of cum deep into her ass.

Gasping, they lay together still connected, basking in the afterglow of what had been her freakiest sexual escapade. Silence enveloped them in their post orgasmic state and a feeling of mutual satisfaction enveloped them both. His mouth was dry as he cleared his throat and groaned, 

"Are you okay?" 

"Mmmm, yes," she replied," I guess I've become the freak that I always said that I wasn't. Remind me never to doubt you again." 

He kissed the back of her neck, wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her back tight into his chest as she drifted off to sleep, his big cock still trapped and embedded in her ass.

As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what the future held for them. He knew then that she had become a truly sexual being and as long as she belonged to him, there would be no going back. 

They were inextricably bound together by mutual emotional and sexual needs while still having to share themselves with their significant others!



It's Never Too Late



This is a departure for me. Usually, my stories are just a means for me to express my fantasies about having multiple partners, anal sex, etc. This story only has a couple of sex scenes in it. It's a romantic story that has been knocking around my head for some time. I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. I hope you enjoy it.

It's Never Too Late.

Present Day

I smiled into the mirror and tightened my tie. It was going to be a lovely day. The weather was going to cooperate, my family was here, and everything was going to be perfect. I couldn't have been happier. It just took a little longer to get to this day than I had originally thought.

10 years ago, Dec 17th.

I got to my girlfriend's house near the University of Illinois later than I had wanted. I had been in Chicago at a second interview with a company up there for a job. I had just graduated with my Masters in Computer Science in December, had moved all my stuff to an apartment in Chicago, and was searching for the best job. I had two offers now, both about the same amounts, and just had to make up my mind which one to take. 

My girlfriend was living in a house with a couple other girls and just finishing her undergrad degree. We had met at a Christmas party at a friend's house near where we lived. We grew up in small towns only a few miles from each other in southern Illinois, and I was slightly older, but we hit it off after we talked about us both being at Illinois. After about a month together, we had been exclusive.

I wanted to get a jump start on my career before proceeding to marriage. I hadn't told her that directly, but she knew my feelings on the subject. However, I was almost ready to change my mind. Why? Because it took my breath away every time I saw her after an absence of even a few hours and she turned and smiled at me. It never ceased to amaze me that she said she loved me. I was average looking, a decent athlete, got my Masters degree, etc., but I didn't think that made me a great catch. She, on the other hand, was gorgeous. She was about 5'8", auburn hair, green eyes, pale skin with freckles, decent figure, and very fun to be with. I couldn't have been happier at the moment.

"Hello?" The house was pretty quiet for a college house. "Jennifer?"

"Up in my room getting ready!"

I walked upstairs to the second floor. She had gotten the larger bedroom of the ones in the house, the one with the master bathroom. She had been willing to pay the most rent to ensure she got it. She was only able to do so because her father had died a few years ago and left enough money for her to get thru school comfortably.

I walked in and saw that she was not in the bedroom. Lying on the bed was a very nice black dress. I moved forward to see into the bathroom and she was standing there at the mirror fixing her makeup. Wow! She was wearing a black bra, black thong, and black thigh highs; a better cure than Viagra if I ever saw one. She saw me and turned and smiled. My breath caught.

"The others already left to pick up some things on the way to the party. We are all dressing up."

I stared lustily. "Yeah, so I see!"

She turned and walked toward me, accentuating her hip swing. "Yeah? You like what you see?" She giggled, knowing the answer to that. I was, after all, an oversexed 24-year old male.

I met her near the bed and kissed her hard. She smelled and tasted wonderful. I groped her bare ass as I pulled back, my dick already hard. "I think we are going to be late."

She smiled and reached down for my dick, rubbing it thru my pants. "Hmmm. I think I'll like being late tonight."

I pushed her back on the bed and she sat and bounced, her tits jiggling nicely in the bra. I was going to push her onto her back and attack her, but before I could she reached out and grabbed my belt to start undoing my pants. I stood and watched as she dropped my pants and then yanked down my boxers. She circled my dick with her fingers and looked up at me. She smiled as she lightly licked the tip, and I moaned. This made her laugh her deep throaty laugh that always set off my heart strings. Damn! I may have to marry this girl immediately! I couldn't stand the thought of her being on the market while I tried to justify to myself that I was supposed to stay single until I was established, old enough, settled, or whatever term everyone was using these days. She suddenly dove down on my dick and all thoughts other than sexual gratification were pushed from my mind.

I pulled her off my dick and pushed her onto her back. "I want to taste you!"

She smiled. "Mmmm. I want you to taste me, too. I want you to do more than taste me. I want you to devour me, baby."

This would not be a problem. I reached up and pulled her thong off, making a big deal out of tossing it dramatically over my head and onto the floor. She giggled and put her head down, letting me have my way with her. I looked up across her body. I was kneeling on the floor between her legs. She pulled her feet up on the bed, letting her knees fall to the side and opening her thighs. I could see her pussy lips beginning to swell. I could see up across her beautifully flat belly to her nice B-cup tits. She was a vision.

She raised her head up and saw that I was just looking at her. She frowned at me impatiently. "We still have a party to go to and I'm horny, so are you going to eat me or what?"

I smiled. "All in good time, my child." 

She put her head back down and I kissed my way up her right thigh. She let out a low throaty moan like a cat purring. I loved cunnilingus almost as much as she enjoyed receiving it. She loved getting off and I loved the way I could stimulate, tease, control, and work her into a frenzy. When I reached the conjunction of her legs, I took a look at her shave job. She always left a small strip above, but shaved the lips and around. It was a look we had discussed and she knew I loved it that way. I grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs up alongside her chest. Her pussy started opening up as the outer lips slowly peeled away. I pushed my face down low so that I could get at her ass. I rimmed the little star, eliciting more moans and then dragged my tongue slowly up over her pussy, causing the lips to open further, and then up across the hood to coax her clit out. I lapped at it. She jerked at the contact with her clit and I started tongue-fucking her, feeling her juices start to flow. I moved up and kissed her clit while I worked a finger into her. 

"Oh, yes. Please, Dennis. Make me cum!"

She got excited pretty quickly tonight, so I went right to work. I started running my tongue all around and over her clit as I worked my second finger into her. I started pushing them in and out and she was starting to thrash. I could tell she was close so I sucked her clit into my mouth, buried my fingers into her cunt, and started humming. She immediately stiffened, her hands grabbing my head and holding it in place. She bucked a little, her muscles tightened, her toes curled, she tried to smother me into her crotch, and then finally she collapsed back onto the bed.

"Mmmmm. That's just what I needed, baby." I smiled up at her and she looked at my face. "Oh, my, you are definitely going to have to wash your face before we go to the party."

"Mmmm." I licked around my lips. "I want be able to taste you the rest of the night!"

She laughed. "Yeah, but I don't want you to smell like my pussy at the party!"

I stood up and stepped out of my pants, my dick hard as an iron bar. She scooted forward. "I'll just give you a quick blowjob. I don't want you cumming in me right now. I don't want to go to the party with a cum-soaked pussy."

"Well, let me see. Maybe I don't want a quick blowjob!"

She laughed again. "Yeah, right. You're a guy. You could always use a quick blowjob."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

She went to work on my knob first, licking all around it, knowing just where to hit the nerve endings. She had me moaning in no time, so she then covered my dick with her lips and sucked me to the bottom. She loved to look up and watch me, so I opened my eyes and looked back down at her. I know that to most men any woman with your dick in her mouth looks great, but my Jennifer was gorgeous and looked better than anyone I had ever seen. She knew how to make it a visual experience for me as well. She would look up at me and make very dramatic licks while I watched, sending me into multiple sensory overload. She knew every inch of my entire body and delighted in satisfying me. God, I loved this woman!

It wasn't long before my hips started their autonomic thrusting and I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth a couple of strokes and came buckets. She kept me just barely in her mouth, swallowing the entire load. She sucked me until I couldn't take it any more and then released me. I looked down at her. "I love you, Jennifer!"

She smiled. "Yeah, that's what every man says when a woman is on her knees swallowing his cum!"

I bent over, put my hands under her arms and stood her up. I kissed her lightly on the lips and looked at her seriously. "No, I mean that I love YOU! Sure, I love your body and the way you suck my cock, you little vixen, but I love you body and soul."

She hugged me tightly. "I'm glad. I love you more than I can show."

She released me. "Now get dressed while I check out my makeup and hair. Damn. I was all ready until you came and forced me to have sex with you!" She smirked as she rushed back into the bathroom.

In no time, we had gotten dressed and made it to the party. It was really just getting into full swing when we got there. It was pretty packed, as most college parties can be. All those invited usually brought along a few extras. 

It was about midnight when the "Event" occurred. I was getting a little drunk and talking about my job opportunities in Chicago with some partially-interested folks and Jennifer had gravitated to her long time girlfriends. Finally I saw her from the back, standing in the next room, probably talking to some of her closest girlfriends. They were all just around the corner so I stealthily moved up along the door frame to eavesdrop. It would be one of the largest regrets of my life. 

I could hear Jennifer's voice, a little slurred, but still strong. "Yeah, it was last March, just after Dennis and I were supposed to be exclusive. I was horny after he was gone for a week and then after being out drinking with you guys, I ran into Don. We had a couple more drinks until I was drunk and horny. He has a big dick, so I went back to his place and fucked him senseless." 

One of the other girls started asking questions, but I was stunned. I couldn't talk. I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of there. I stepped around the corner and she saw me. Her eyes widened as she saw the pain in mine. I knew that I had tears forming in my eyes, but I didn't want to be seen crying at the party. I couldn't stand the thought of not being "macho", so I clammed up and ran out. I could hear her calling my name, but I didn't care. I rushed back to my car and drove back to Chicago, even though I might have failed a breathalyzer. I had left my coat behind and, more importantly, my heart. I was devastated that she had been lying to me that entire time, but even worse, that she was telling her girlfriends that she had done it behind my back. I paced, I cried, I got angry. I called her home phone and left a rambling rant about her being a lying, cheating, two-faced slut. Finally, about 6am, I was exhausted and fell asleep. 

Dec 18th.

I slowly became cognizant of a banging sound at about noon. I looked up at the clock for verification that it was no longer morning. I had hoped to sleep away the entire weekend. It was only Saturday. The pain that I felt had nothing to do with the alcohol. It was purely the betrayal of my beautiful Jennifer. She had betrayed me when we said we would be exclusive, and then I had to hear about it 9 months later when she was drunk, bragging to her friends about fucking Don. I rolled off the couch and approached the door, the apparent source of the banging. I looked thru the peephole. It was Jennifer. Shit! What could I do? She knew I was home because of the phone call and my car. The apartments had marked parking spots and mine was in its proper place. Fuck! I opened the door.

Jennifer looked like hell. She was rumpled, her eyes were bloodshot, her eyeliner had left tear streaks down her face, and she looked exhausted. She just stood there.

I took the hard line. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I guess I deserve that. I'm so sorry, Dennis. It's just that...."

I cut her off. "What? It slipped your mind that 9 months ago, when we were supposed to be exclusive, you fucked Don? Why? Was he better than me? You couldn't be without a man's dick for a week? What? Then I have to find out when you are telling your slut friends at a party how you went out and fucked another guy behind my back? What?"

She stood there dejected and defeated. She hung her head and started to cry. Between her sobs came a few words. "So sorry... I wanted to tell you... it was such a mistake... I was frightened by my feelings for you... love you so much... can't imagine being without you... please... don't turn me away...."

I just stared. I was so angry I couldn't see Jennifer any more. Just some woman who had fucked a guy I knew. "Jennifer, I don't ever want to see you again. You fucked up and you have to pay the price, now get out of my life."

She looked at me, tears streaming down her face and turned and fled. I just stood there and watched the love of my life leave. Then I went back to the couch and turned on the TV looking for college bowl games. I did do one thing right that day. I called the company I had decided to work for and accepted their offer. It meant I would start work on Monday and could get my mind off of Jennifer.

Dec 19th.

Sunday was the worst day of my life. I had thought that Friday night and the Saturday confrontation with Jennifer were bad, but Sunday was worse. First, I had to face it alone. For the first time in a year, I woke up knowing that the woman I had loved was not going to be there. I tried to stay angry, but now I just grew morose. I got phone calls, none of which I answered, from several of her friends, telling me how bad it was for Jennifer. For her? For HER!?! My heart had been wrenched out of my chest by her lying and it was bad for her?

I tried to watch football. I tried to work on the computer. I tried to do anything, but I couldn't concentrate. About 4pm, Jennifer called again and left a message. She said that she knew she could never make it up to me, but wanted to try to explain and talk again. I never answered her call.

Work.

I buried myself in my work for a couple of days and then went home for Christmas. My family asked what had happened between me and Jennifer twice, but they could tell by my answers that it was best to leave it alone. The holidays went slowly. It was hard to see the happy couples in my family, but it was nice to be around loved ones. When it was over I went back to work to build my career.

I heard from Jennifer once a week for over 5 months. Each time she would leave a message on my phone just asking to talk. I couldn't do it. I was too hurt, too prideful, and too scared that the sound of her voice would lure me back against my will. The last time she sounded really strange and desperate, but I still couldn't bring myself to call her. 

4 years ago, Christmas again.

6 years later, it was Christmas again, and I was at home. It was great seeing the family all gathered together. I was still single and enjoying attacking the singles life in Chicago, albeit with some care. We all went to the large mall nearby between Christmas and New Year's for some sales and to get out of the house. I was walking along, doing window shopping, when I saw her. Up ahead, standing there, holding some bags was Jennifer. No mistake. I started to turn away when she turned and saw me. She smiled a sad but happy-to-see-you smile, and my breath caught like it always did. Nothing had changed and she still owned my heart. 

We stared at each other for a second and then she came toward me, smiling. I tried to smile, but I knew it had to look forces. She was still gorgeous and I still had feelings for her. It was going to be tough.

Then from a store on the other side of the mall came a small strawberry blonde girl, seemingly about 4 or 5. "Mommy! Mommy! Look what I got!" She ran straight toward Jennifer holding an ice cream cone. Trailing in her wake was a woman that I knew was Jennifer's sister. I had met her once, but couldn't remember her name.

Jennifer turned, squatted down, and smiled that fantastically wide smile that I remembered. "Ooohh. That looks good. What flavor is it?"

"Vanilla! I only like vanilla, Mommy, you know that."

Jennifer took the little girls left hand while the right was occupied with the ice cream and led her over to me. I was trying not to stare. Jennifer was a mother. She had a daughter. That meant that she was probably married and settled and had moved on with her life. Meanwhile, I was... still hooked.

Jennifer introduced us. "Angela, this is a friend of mine from college named Dennis. Can you say hello to him?"

"Hello, Mr. Dennis." 

I bent over. "Very nice to meet you Angela. You are a very pretty little girl." She smiled and said thank you; trained well by her mother. I looked up at Jennifer, hoping to get through this with minimal effort. "You still look wonderful. And you have a beautiful daughter."

"Thank you. You look good. Work and Chicago must agree with you."

"Yes, well, I've thrown myself into my work and I love Chicago. The winters are a little hard, but the town and the people are great."

"Not married yet? Nobody has tied you down yet?"

She asked that so nonchalantly. I was trying not to hyperventilate. "No, not married or tied down. No steady girlfriend right now." I wanted to ask her about her husband, but she moved right along.

"How is your family?" She continued talking like we were old friends that hadn't broken up under terrible circumstances. It had been six years and she may have moved on, but I was still under some spell from the damn woman. Her eyes still riveted me.

"Everyone is doing well. Parents are still healthy and the siblings are great. How about you?" I managed to remain calm on the outside, but inside my heart was hammering. Her sister walked up at that point.

"You remember Diane, right? She works with me here in the mall."

"Hi, Dennis." I could have gotten frostbite from her piercing glare.

"Good to see you Diane. What do you two do in the mall?"

"We both work at the travel agency at the end of the mall, near the western entrance."

"Oh, right. I seem to remember that was your mother's travel agency."

"Yes, well, she wanted to retire, so Diane and I took it over."

"That's great. I hope things are going well." I tried to start my retreat. "Listen, I need to catch up to some of my family. We're supposed to meet over at the food court."

"Okay." Jennifer's eyes seemed to mist over a little... or maybe that was mine. "Tell everyone we said hello. It was great seeing you."

"Yeah, it was great seeing you guys again." I turned to leave but turned back to watch them go. Jennifer was still beautiful, had a wonderful figure, and I wanted to grab her and kiss her before she left again. But alas, I had no such attack of fortitude. As they left I noticed that Jennifer and Diane were talking heatedly. I suppose I was getting torched by Diane. The little girl was eating her ice cream.

I found my family where we had agreed to meet and told them that I had seen Jennifer. There was a moment of silence. I looked around. "What?"




It's Never Too Late



My mother finally spoke. "We have run into her several times while in the mall. She is always very nice. She has a beautiful daughter and now owns that travel agency at the end. I also know that she is not married. I don't know what happened, but her mother retired and is taking care of the little girl while Jennifer and Diane run the travel agency. I really like her Dennis. Every time we meet her she has nothing but good things to say about you and asks about you every time."

"Well... I can't talk about it. It's too personal and painful."

My family just looked at me and didn't push it. We had been thru this once before.

I knew that I had caught Jennifer fever again and it was going to take a long time to get over it.

6 months later, June

I had just completed another delivery of one of my software projects and was returning from a couple of drinks celebrating when I ran into the girl I had been dating, Sarah. She was knocking on my front door. "Oh, there you are. I wanted to come over, but you weren't answering your cell or home phones."

"I think my cell is dead. C'mon in." I opened the door and we went inside. Sarah was a very nice person and I liked her. We had good sex, too. But she wanted to move into a deeper relationship and after seeing Jennifer at Christmas I knew that I couldn't have a permanent relationship with this woman until I was for sure over Jennifer.

She moved into my arms and kissed me. She seemed a little drunk. I was horny and sex with her was always fantastic. I was a little drunk too, so I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She giggled. 

"Oh, mister, whatever are you going to do to this poor little girl?"

I smiled. "Well, honey, I have to give you a check up. You need to take off all your clothes and then I have a probe that I will have to use to check some of your orifices."

She laughed. "Hmmm. I like having my orifices probed."

I put her down and stripped her. I took off my own clothes quickly, too. Damn, I wanted to fuck her.

I looked down at her voluptuous little body. She was a curvy girl, with nice hips, large tits, a small waist, and dark hair. Her eyes were startlingly blue, standing out against her blue-black hair. Her nipples and lips were a little darker than some women with light skin, but that set her off again, too. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, sucking on her tongue, groping her tits. I slowly kissed my way down her cheekbone and across her neck, all the while tugging on her nipples. She was already breathing hard, almost panting. I moved to suck and nibble on a nipple and ran my hands down to her dark outer-lipped pussy. She was starting to get wet, but I still spent plenty of time on her nipples. They were so sensitive that I could get her almost to orgasm just sucking on them. Finally I moved to her pussy and went straight in. I peeled back her outer lips and ran my tongue thru the inner ones. Now she started moaning and squirming. I placed a finger at her entrance and pushed. It went right in. I moved up and started dragging the rough part of my tongue over her clit, again and again. I knew that that drove her nuts. She was moaning loudly now. I put a second finger in and was lapping and nibbling at her clit. I knew she was close and she started tensing. I suddenly stopped and she looked up like I was stealing candy from a baby. I moved up, placed my dick at her entrance as she watched closely, and buried it. She groaned and when I hit her pubic bone and rubbed against her clit she orgasmed. I went slow for a minute and then started pounding her. 

She started whimpering. "Oh, yes... fuck me Dennis... fuck me... shit... oh,fuck... fuck... fuck... FUCK!!" Her orgasm was amazing this time and she was shaking and her pussy was quivering all over my dick and I buried myself one last time and came. I spurted and spurted until it felt like I was bone dry. Even my mouth was dry. I slowly withdrew and collapsed on the bed next to her. She was panting and I was still working on catching my breath. 

She turned and looked at me closely. Without saying a word she got up and went to the bathroom. I rolled off the bed and padded into the kitchen to get some water.

When I came back with some water bottles she was getting into bed, apparently spending the night. That was not unusual and it was late, so I crawled in next to her and we were asleep in no time. I woke up about 9am, unable to sleep any later even after staying up late. I rolled out of bed and left Sarah there sleeping. I started making some scrambled eggs and bacon when she came out of the bathroom already dressed. 

"Do you want some breakfast?"

She turned to me and stared. "What's her name?"

I looked up, trying to follow that leap of logic. "Who?"

"The woman who is still in your head that won't let you move on and commit to me. Don't lie; I can feel her like she's in the room with us."

I looked down and away from her. I couldn't look at her pleading eyes. "Jennifer."

"When did you meet and break up?"

"We were together a year in college and broke up right when I moved here six years ago last Christmas."

There was silence. I looked up and she was staring at me. "Six... fucking... years?" She was shocked. "You're still carrying around a flame for her? Jesus, I guess I'd better move on. If you can't by now, there's no hope for us".

"I'm sorry. I ran into her in a mall this past Christmas and can't get her out of my head. I've always loved her. We broke it off because of something that came between us, but I can't get past it." By now I could barely keep from breaking down.

She walked up to me. "Then what are you doing without her? Why aren't you pursuing her if she still drives you that nuts? What the fuck, Dennis?"

The tears started coming and she held me for a couple of minutes. Finally, she pulled away. "I gotta go. You need to either get over her or go get her. You can't live like this. I would love to be with you, but I can't live with her in your head."

I looked up at her and gave her a weak smile. "Since when did you become such an adult and dispenser of advice?"

She tried to laugh, but it never got there. "I don't know, but I have to get out of here." She turned and headed out the door. She opened it and standing there, ready to knock was Jennifer. They were both stunned into silence and I was staring. Sarah looked back at me, saw my face, then back at Jennifer. She held out her hand. "Sarah."

Jennifer looked from me back to Sarah. "Jennifer, glad to meet you."

I could see Sarah look her up and down. "Figures." And she pushed her way past Jennifer and left.

Jennifer stood there, waiting and staring. I was still gaping. She gave me one of her patented smiles. My breath caught. I tried to be nice, realizing my thinking on this had changed. "Oh, I'm sorry. Please come in."

Jennifer entered and looked around. She looked over at me cooking breakfast. "Oh, god, that smells good. I left home at 4 this morning to come here. Is there still some left?"

"Yeah, sure, Sarah and I never started."

"Ummm. Sorry about that. I didn't mean to interrupt anything with your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend." I almost said 'not after seeing you', but held it back.

I changed the subject. "The scrambled eggs are ready. Grab the plates there."

She picked up the plates on the table and we ate in an awkward silence. I tried not to watch her, and every time I looked up, she was staring at me. Finally, we finished and I picked up the plates and put them away. 

When I turned around from the sink she was standing right in front of me. She leaned in and kissed me and I melted into her arms. I couldn't stop myself. I kissed her hard and her body felt so right in mine. Her lips tasted just like I remembered, she smelled the same, and I knew I was lost again.

Somehow we made it into the bedroom. The bed was unmade and she just pushed the sheets aside. She stripped off quickly and I only had on a robe which was immediately discarded. She lay down and I stared. The woman had not changed a bit. She was the most gorgeous creature on the planet and she was back in my bed. I didn't know where to start, but she handled that.

"Dennis, please just fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. I haven't been fucked in three years."

I was getting hard pretty quickly so I lay down on top of her, my dick between her legs and kissed her again. Her kisses and the way she used her tongue could always make my dick stand up like a fucking railroad spike. I was hard in no time and I pushed it forward. She reached down and placed it into her opening, which was getting wet. I rubbed it around and got the head wet and then started inserting it into her. She groaned.

"Oh, fuck, Dennis. I have been dreaming about this for 6 years."

Really? I started fucking her hard. At that point I couldn't tell if I was taking out my anger on her cunt, or wanted to make it mine again. I just kept fucking her. She was holding on for dear life now as I pounded hard. She screamed out her orgasm and I just kept pounding, looking for mine. Finally I came, hard, and collapsed on top of her.

I rested there for a moment and then rose up and looked at her. She would not meet my eyes. I rolled off to the side. She started crying lightly. I kissed her left eye, then her right, tasting her salty tears. I wanted to protect her now. I had been so wrong all along. I should have talked to her about it. I should have at least given her a chance. I loved her so much it hurt.

She suddenly started pushing me away. She was struggling to do it quickly so I immediately rolled back onto my back. She stood up. What?

She looked down at me. "I really needed a good fuck, thank you, but I came here for something else and just got carried away." 

Well, that didn't make me feel any better. "Perhaps we'd better leave the bedroom." I was afraid I was falling again, into the abyss that I had never really been able to climb out of. I was heading back to the bottom.

She agreed by just grabbing her clothes and heading into the living room. I got up and put my robe on and went into the other room. I watched her get dressed, which was just as sexy as when she got undressed. Fuck, what the hell was going on?

She started pacing. "Look, I really didn't come here for that, but I needed it. I'm sorry."

I wanted to hold her and comfort her, but she kept pacing, moving away from me. "I'm not sorry. I'm glad we made love again. Please, stop moving around."

"I can't. I'm not here for me. I have something to tell you that you may not like." She stopped pacing and turned and looked at me. I sat down. "It's something I tried to tell you a long time ago, but decided that I had to bear it alone." I stared, not sure what was happening. "You met Angela. Well... she's sick. She has what is called aplastic anemia. The doctors are recommending a bone marrow transplant and I don't match up well." She looked at me. I was still confused.

"And...?"

"The doctors want to check the marrow of the father." She looked at me, the tears starting to run down her face.

I stared. What was she saying? "Are you... I mean are you telling me...."

"Yes, you are Angela's father." At that she broke down, sobbing hard, collapsing on the nearest chair. She held her hands in her face while I stared, trying to understand what had just happened. I thought about that beautiful little girl with the ice cream cone. She was so full of life and just getting started with it. My heart was full of love and at the same time breaking for both of them.

There was only one thing I could do. I had to make it up to her. The 6 years we spent apart was enough. I would do anything for her in that moment. I went over and kneeled in front of Jennifer. She refused to look up. I gently reached under her hands to push her chin up so that she would look at me. "She is my daughter, my flesh and blood. She is a gorgeous little girl and I will do whatever she needs, anything, anything at all."

Jennifer looked into my eyes for a second, studying me closely, and then launched herself from the chair around me, crushing me in her hug as she continued to sob, thanking me for everything. After what seemed like an hour, she was able to release me and compose herself. She went into the bathroom and got some tissues, blew her nose and cleaned herself up a little. She took about 10 minutes and then came back in as the professional, protective, single mother. Her eyes were red, her makeup non-existent, but she was standing tall again, the proud mother trying to save her child and in that moment she became my hero. She had raised this girl all by herself, never asking for anything, but had been hit with a mother's worst nightmare; the possibility of losing a child slowly, to a bad disease. I didn't know how it could be so, but I loved her more than ever.

"It's not positive that you will be a good donor, but we are looking elsewhere and we need to see if you are. You are the best choice right now, so you'll have to be tested and then the procedure performed. If it works, there's about an 85% chance she can lead a normal life. We'll have to do it at the Children's Hospital in St. Louis. That's where she is and I can take her home whenever she's up to it." She turned to look at me directly and said much more softly. "Sorry about the sexual attack in there. I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty about not helping when I asked. I just... I mean...." She stopped and looked at me. "I just need your help this one time."

I smiled at her. "You really think that I'm going to let you go again? I've loved you my whole life. My friend who just left pointed out to me that I could never have another relationship as long as I could not get over you. Now I know. I don't want to get over you. I want to be with you, with whatever that requires. I'm not sure what will happen with Angela, but I want to be in your lives."

She teared up again, but fought them off. She stared directly at me. "We'll see. I've never gotten over you either, but I'm not sure we can be together after what we've been through. You and I will have to work hard at it, but only after I save my daughter."

"Don't you mean OUR daughter?"

"You have to earn that right. Right now you just happen to be the sperm donor from the past."

That hurt, but I remembered her calls to me; the pain, the pleading tones, the sorrow. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine what you must have gone through, calling me and wanting to tell me. I wanted to pick up the phone but was too full of pride to admit that I wanted you anyway."

"Okay, enough of this. We need to call the hospital and make arrangements for this. I want my daughter back."

So we did. I got some time off work and made the bone marrow donation. It turns out that I was a pretty good match. 

Back to present day

I walked out of the bathroom, my tie in place. I was in my new house and everything had been completed in time for the ceremony. It was being conducted in my back yard.

I had worked hard to patch my relationship with Jennifer. I had moved to St. Louis, was working for a new company, had built this house not too far from her, and we eventually returned to two happy people who loved each other without limits. Her response to my proposal had been less an emotional eruption and more a 'What the fuck took you so long?".

I walked down to the kitchen and the caterer was busy getting everything ready. Diane came around the corner. "Hey, handsome." She called me that although I doubt I qualified. "You ready to get hitched?"

I smiled. "Let's do this."

Around the corner came Angela. They had given her a 90% chance of having a full life. Her disease hadn't been as bad as some of the others and she was showing no signs of it right now. Thank god. She was dressed up as the flower girl for the wedding between me and her mother. She turned to me and smiled. My heart swelled. "Daddy!" She ran to me to give me a hug. Damn, I loved the sound of that!

We all got into positions and then came the bride. She came down the stairs from the house, dressed in the most beautiful wedding gown I had ever seen. It made her look regal. She turned toward the altar and smiled at me. My breath caught.