His Sons Fiancée
By
A. G. Thomas
That his youngest sons latest girl friend was teasing him was quite obvious. There was no other way her flirtatious behavior could be construed, and though he was flattered he wasn't in the mood. Maybe he really was to old, any way he felt old, much older then his 58 miserable fucking years. But still he did like the young girl. Without seeming to take his eyes from the TV he slyly looked at her. As he did so his mood mellowed and suddenly he didn't feel so old.
With a slight curling of his lips, more with regret then anything else he recalled how until re
By
A. G. Thomas
That his youngest sons latest girl friend was teasing him was quite obvious. There was no other way her flirtatious behavior could be construed, and though he was flattered he wasn't in the mood. Maybe he really was to old, any way he felt old, much older then his 58 miserable fucking years. But still he did like the young girl. Without seeming to take his eyes from the TV he slyly looked at her. As he did so his mood mellowed and suddenly he didn't feel so old.
With a slight curling of his lips, more with regret then anything else he recalled how until re
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cently whenever asked his age people hadn't believed him. He wished he had a nickel for ever time someone had said he looked more like he was in his early 40's. He'd felt younger, stronger then. He'd often flirted with the nurses during his annual checkups even though he knew he didn't have a snowballs chance in hell of taking one of the little cuties out.
Not that he would have in the first place, after all he'd been happily married. Then came his wife's sickness and after her agonizing death everything had gone downhill and he hadn't given a shit. His accident only weeks after his wife's funeral had damn near killed him, and when weeks later he'd woke up in the hospital he'd wished it had.
His operations, the pain killers that he was even now eating like candy had taken their toll. Six years, six fucking years that seemed like a hundred. Not only in time that had gone by but in the years it had added to him, and to top it off his son was slowly bleeding him to death.
He knew he shouldn't have given money to his son's when he'd gotten his settlement but kind hearted soul that he was, oh well live and learn. His youngest had started a construction company, but he didn't really have a head for business. Now he was always borrowing money with the promise that when his business got going he'd pay him twice over what he'd borrowed. He was such a fool for believing him and an even bigger fool for continuing to give him money.
Again without trying to be to obvious his eyes once more traveled the short distance separating him from the young dark haired beauty sitting on his couch. God but she was beautiful. Silently he thanked a God that he didn't believe in for bringing at least one bright ray of sunshine into his life. He knew, and had known, lots of guys that would have said that she was to small. That she was to this, or to that and a fucking gook to boot.
To his old eyes though she was the ideal woman. Perky little tits that he instinctively knew were firm and with a slight upward turn. A slim waist and below that a tight little ass that if he were ever so lucky as to give it a squeeze he'd die a happy man. Chances of that ever happening though were slim to none. As for her being part oriental, well that just added icing to the cake as far as he was concerned. Well at least his youngest son was lucky in love if nothing else.
Unbidden his mind flitted back almost 40 years to when he was in the military cruising the south pacific. A time when he'd chased anything with a skirt and caught more then his share in ports from Japan to China and everywhere in between. Well that was then and this is now, and never the twain shall met. Her light lilting giggle pulled his mind back to the present. When he turned to look at her his eyes damn near bugged out.
He honestly thought he was going to choke to death he was hacking and sputtering so badly. Her short skirt had ridden damn near to her waist because she had tucked her legs up beneath her thus inadvertently giving him a glimpse of her little pink panties. He couldn't catch his breath despite breathing like a huffing locomotive and then she was beside him patting him on the back along with asking if he was ok. He most certainly wasn't, but he made a feeble effort to brush her away even though he was continuing to hack his lungs out.
Jennifer was still rubbing his back, her soft voice making little cooing sounds as pleasurable to his ears as a warm spring shower was to his face. But the mood was suddenly broken as his son, after stepping through the front door and possibly thinking he was being cute growled quit flirting with the old fart. Without waiting for hers or his dads reply he grabbed her arm and hustled her from the house.
The last thing he saw before the door closed behind his son and Jennifer was her cute wiggling buttocks as she struggled to get loose from Lawrence's grip. What the fuck was wrong with that boy? There wasn't any need for him to be treating her like that. She wasn't his property, she was his girlfriend for Christ sake. For a second the thought that if she were his girlfriend he wouldn't treat her like that flashed through his aged and drug dulled brain.
He felt a stirring in his loins for the first time in years, but that's all it was, a stirring. Sighing deeply he ambled off to his bedroom. Hours later, after a great deal of tossing and turning he finally dropped off to sleep. As he slept he dreamt. He dreamt of the first time that he'd seen Jennifer. As if he were awake and it was weeks earlier instead of asleep and now he recalled what she'd worn and the cute little shy smile as she'd been introduced to him.
She'd been wearing a pair of the latest style of jeans much along the lines of the hip hugger flare bottom jeans that girls had worn when he was about her age, but he damn sure didn't recall any girl looking as fine as Jennifer had. The jeans hugged her so closely it looked as if the cute young thing had been melted and poured into them. From the second he'd laid eyes on her he'd liked her, not because she looked sexy as hell. but because of an inner glow she had.
As he had looked at her and she at him time had seemed to stand still for him. How long they had stood looking into each others eyes he had no idea, but it wasn't until his son had said that he looked like he was in pain that he had taken his eyes from her.
Though he was asleep a smile curled his lips. It had been her that had helped him back into his lazyboy not his son. He dreamt of whenever she came over, which was quite often and without Lawrence, she did things for him. Little things like getting him coffee or fixing him a snack, and more then once even cleaning his house. He dreamt of the time he'd kidded her of always wearing jeans asking her why girls didn't wear skirts anymore. In his jest he'd playfully swiped at her as if to give her cute little butt a smack.
She, giggling like a little girl twisted just beyond his reach before turning around and wiggling her cute tight butt. Together they had laughed. Him gravely as it was the first time in a long while and she like a a fine crystal bell. He remembered telling her that women should wear dresses, then winking at her playfully he'd said that if she was his girl friend he wouldn't let her wear anything but. To his surprise but immense pleasure the next time he saw her that's exactly what she was wearing and she'd never gone back to jeans.
Coming awake at the sound of his son entering the house he was surprised to see and feel that his dick was hard. Not the bone hard six plus inches that he'd made love to his wife with before she'd passed away seven years ago but hard never the less. A feat that he'd thought impossible and he silently thanked Jennifer for giving him his first woody in many a long year, but then it softened.
Faintly a women's voice came to him and a second later his son harsh whisper for her to be quite or she'd wake the cripple. For a moment there was silence and he began to think that he had imagined it but then he heard giggling. What the fuck he thought, that doesn't sound like Jennifer and then looking at the clock he saw it was 3:30 in the morning. Climbing from bed and with the help of his cane he hobbled down the hall toward the living room. There on the couch was his son atop some half naked broad humping into her as if he were an animal breeding.
As he stood there watching them the girl suddenly turned her face in his direction. Like a teenager who had been caught by the cops she began pushing at and trying to crawl from beneath his son while screeching like a banshee that there was a dirty old man watching them. Turning about he headed back to his bedroom smiling to himself. He'd sure ruined his sons evening he muttered as behind him the slamming of the door made it clear that they had left.
In the morning when his son showed up to mooch breakfast as he usually did he told him his home wasn't a motel. Naturally Lawrence huffed and puffed. Something about not getting any from his fiancé so he had to get it where he could. He felt like slapping the shit out of the boy but instead he simply told him he never wanted to see or hear about him cheating on Jennifer.
Not an hour after his son had left for work Jennifer appeared and after picking up a few things, fluffing his pillow and seeing that he was comfortable she made coffee. As she busied herself he could see something was on her mind and he thought he knew what it was but he wasn't sure he should say anything. Handing him his coffee she stood before him shifting from one foot to the other making it apparent that she wanted to talk.
Putting his cup down he'd playfully patted his lap telling her to sit, and to his surprise she did. Snuggling into his lab she rested her head on his shoulder. For what seemed like an eternity to him but was probably only 15 seconds or so her breath tickled his neck before her soft sultry voice whispered that it was him that she loved not his son.
Dumfounded and feeling like a fish out of water he sat there unmoving. His thoughts flew about as if a hand grenade had gone off inside his head and then the oldest line imaginable spilled from his lips as he stuttered that he was old enough to be her father. That her face was still pressed into his neck, her lips and soft breath tickling his ear made thinking even harder and her whispered "I don't care I love you" did little to help.
He felt her small hand take his, felt her delicate fingers lifting, guiding him to her lap. Looking down he was surprised to see that his hand was on her upper thigh, almost beneath the hem of her short skirt, which to his shocked eyes appeared to have risen unbelievable high.
In a panic he started to remove his hand from her but she tightened her grip and to his surprise moved his hand another inch and then two higher and further between her legs, which even as he stared dumbfounded slowly parted. His hand was now beneath her skirt, his fingers a mere inch maybe less from her pussy. He felt that if he wiggled them they would touch her and then they did. His finger tips felt as if they had burst into flame as they made contact with her thin mesh silk panties.
Jerking his hand from between her legs he stammered that it was wrong, that she was to young, a child unaware of what she was saying or doing and he tried to push her from his lap. Jennifer threw her arms about him clinging to him, pressing her face to his neck telling him she knew all to well what she was doing and saying. His head reeled as if he'd been hit by a two by four as she whispered that she had loved him from the moment they'd met, and that nothing he could do or say would change her mind.
A choked sob came from her as she repeated she loved him and then she told him that even if she had to marry his son to be near him she would. Tears slid down her cheek as she said that even if he didn't love her now maybe he would someday. Placing his hand beneath her chin he turned her face to his then brushing her tears away he told her it would never work, that he was to old, to set in his ways and that even though he did love her, a young pretty girl like her needed a man that could satisfy her, something he would never be able to do.
His voice so soft it was as if he where thinking aloud he told her what he'd never told anyone, not his doctors, not anyone. For long minutes she looked into his eyes reading the hurt, the longing, the love in them and her young heart instead of feeling pity or contempt swelled even more with love for him. Slipping from his lap she knelt between his legs before slowly undoing his belt and pulling his pants from his hips.
Jonathan for his part had also read the love in her eyes as she had gazed into his. So when she had slipped from his lap and began to remove his pants he did nothing to stop her. Now he thought, now was as good a time as any for her to realize that nothing she could do would make a difference. Better that she found out now that he was not a whole man and would never be able to satisfy her.
A woman like her needed a man. Not just to hold her but to pleasure her, and since he could not there could never be anything between them. As he watched her pulling on his pants he envied the young man who would finally marry her, the one who would lay with her, the one who would make sweet tender love to her. A growl of anguish, more felt then heard rumbled in his throat as he cursed the life that fate had handed him while at the same time foolishly wishing that he were 30 years younger and whole again.
Like in an erotic dream he felt her soft warm breath on his loins, felt her fingers flutter lightly over his soft dick and testicles. Closing his eyes he dreamt of the man he once was. Dim memories of his wife doing as Jennifer was now doing wormed from the deepest recesses of his mind. With the memory were also faint traces of other women mouthing him before his marriage.
None of them though had been able to hold a candle to his wife. Not because of her expertise, for in truth others had been much better. But their efforts paled when it came to those of his wife for she had done so with love.
He knew that his lack of response was not solely because of the pain killers and other drugs that he was taking to get by. A great deal of his lack of interest in sex was because he missed his wife. With her death a part of him had also died and even though he had flirted with women from time to time it had meant nothing.
He did so because even though women would never openly admit such, they expected and thrived on such behavior from men. He played the part expected of him, but in truth he had simply lost interest in sex and women in general. With the piercing eye of an eagle his mind flitted back over the last six years searching for one women that he had felt the slightest attraction toward. There had been none. None that is until Jennifer. But that wasn't the same was it?
Suddenly all thought fled and his eyes flew open as he felt her lips on him. For a moment, a second in time as the young beauty had licked and kissed his useless 2 inch stub it had twitched. Unbelievingly he had felt a faint stirring that he had all but forgotten before it again softened. How was that possible? Such a thing shouldn't have been for the young beauty between his legs was not his lover, she was his future daughter in law.
But his denial of possibilities vanished as her lips, tongue and fingers continued their pleasurable teasing of his decrepit organ. Once more, but stronger, he felt a stirring before his penis shrunk to the pathetic thing it was and with tears in his eyes he groaned in frustration and pain. But Jennifer was not through. With soft cooing words of love and affection she climbed onto his lap. As her tongue ever so lightly licked away his salty tears and her soft lips tenderly kissed his tear stained cheeks and eyes a strange and weird feeling washed over him.
But the feeling went undiagnosed then was forgotten as with a last light brush of her lips, this time against his, she climbed from his lap and stood before him. Slowly, even more provocatively then his wife had ever done, the young beauty removed her clothes. He had never thought that a halter top could be removed sensuously but when Jennifer removed hers it was all that and more. Again the faint feeling of arousal tingled his loins and as much as he hated to take his eyes from the oriental beauty before him his eyes fleetingly dropped to his crotch.
When he again looked at her she was warmly, lovingly smiling at him while at the same time swaying sultrily, seductively to music that only she could hear. His heart beat like a trip hammer and he honestly felt he might have a heart attack as she unfastened her short pleated skirt then ever so slowly pushed it from her hips to let it pool about her feet. His breathing quickened to that of someone hyperventilating as after stepping from her skirt she reached behind her loosening then removing her bra.
As her bra fell away and his eyes locked on her small perfect breast the roaring in his ears grew in intensity. He had to close his eyes, had to blot out the breath taking beauty who was disrobing before him. If he didn't his heart would surely burst from his chest. For a moment regret that he was about to die touched him.
The regret though was not because he was going to die, but because his death would indubitable have a traumatic effect on Jennifer. He would never wish such pain, such feeling of responsibility on anyone, but most especially not on Jennifer. A sensation like that of having been cold cocked between the eyes by a baseball bat filled his being.
He was in love! No. He couldn't be, it was impossible. She was his sons girlfriend, possibly his future wife. She was what.... nineteen, maybe twenty and he was three times that. Yet even as he sought to deny such a possibility he could find no other explanation for how he had felt from the minute he had looked into her eyes. Giddy with the realization he watched spellbound as she ever so slowly pushed her frilly lace bikini panties from her hips and down her legs. So gracefully that his brain almost didn't register it she once more dropped to her knees and crawled between his legs.
Bending slightly yet without taking her eyes from his she smiled seductively while removing his pants from about his ankles. Raising fully to her knees she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. For long minutes her lips and fingers moved lightly, teasingly over his hairy chest and the paunch of his stomach. This was not happening, it was a dream. A very vivid and erotic dream to be sure but never the less still a dream.
What would happen next he mumbled as she gracefully rose to her feet and took his hand. Dream or not it was the best one that he'd had in uncounted years he inwardly smiled as he unresistingly let her pull him to his feet. Then as it could happen only in a dream together they walked naked and hand in hand to his bed room. Not a word had passed between them before and not a word passed between them now as after climbing onto his bed she made room for him beside her.
Reaching up she pulled him down beside her and then they were in each others arms kissing deeply. The touch of her lips, the feel of her skin against his, the graceful curves of her young lithe body as his hands ran over every rise and hollow of her made his head light. The firmness of her tea cup size breast as he gently fondled them along with her rock hard nipples pressing into his palm with each rapid breath she took made him ache with longing. His stomach rolled, his loins quivered and then the soft touch of her fingers encircling his twitching organ combined with the moan of excitement, anticipation, arousal breathed into his mouth stirred him even more.
His mouth left hers to move downward over her throat where for long uncounted moments he tenderly nibbled and kissed before again moving downward. Slowly teasingly he trailed kisses downwards to her small firm breast. Just as teasingly he repeatedly and time and again flicked his tongue over each nipple in turn before encircling each hard nub with his sucking mouth. Her sigh of pleasure as she pushed her fingers into his still thick long hair pulling him tighter to her heaving breast was like music to his old ears.
Dream or not he vowed that he would pleasure her as no man had ever pleasured a women. And since this was his dream he would pleasure her fully as only a man could pleasure a woman. For long minutes he continued to suck and playfully nibble each pebble hard nipple in turn before once again moving downward. Down to her quivering stomach where he sloppily, playfully and for long minutes tongued her bellybutton before moving at long last between her legs.
Her nervous giggle, the jerking of her hips when at long last his lips, his tongue touched her sweet smelling pussy awoke a memory that he had long repressed. But instead of feeling guilt that he had elicited the same response from this young oriental beauty that he had from his wife he felt pride. His warm breath against her, in her brought even more moans from her and her legs opened allowing him easier access. Without hesitation and in answer his tongue fluttered over and between her pussy lips with greater gusto.
Jennifer, her mind bursting with pleasure and wanting him to feel as she did twisted beneath him until she was in a position to do to him what he was doing to her. With a love such as her young heart had never before felt she reached for his growing erection as his tongue again began licking and probing her most private treasure. His mind was focused solely on pleasuring her, of satisfying her with his mouth and tongue and it took several long seconds for him to realize that her fingers were again about his dick.
Faint soft cooing sounds touched his ears only to be cut off as her lips pursed against and then encircled the head of his dick. His teeth found then tenderly nibbled her clit causing her body to spasm and jerk. His lips closed about then sucked the quivering nub as his tongue stabbed against it rapidly. Jennifer her legs bent, her thighs tightly pressed against his head moaned around his ever growing erection as her tight little ass quivered and bounced faster and higher from his bed.
Never in all her young life had she allowed a man do to her what Jonathan was doing. She had always thought such an act disgusting when one of her girl friends had whispered about some boy doing such a thing. But what this man that she so deeply loved was doing to her was not disgusting or repulsive, it was marvelous. Her young heart felt as if it would burst from her chest with the joy and wonderment of it.
In a dream like state of bliss as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her fingers tightened claw like on the quivering ass cheeks of her lover. Desperately she sought to pull his large body tighter to her face in an effort to take his still growing cock as deep into her mouth as possible. Her mind, her body was awash with pleasure and pride at having aroused Jonathan. Yet her obsession to have his cock fully and deeply in her mouth was another first for her.
Sure she had sucked cock's before, several of them in fact. She had done so because boys seemed to like that sort of thing. More importantly though she sucked boys cock's because she had learned early on that by doing so she didn't have to put out. No matter how many boys penises she sucked though she had never taken more then the first couple of inches into her mouth. Doing so had always made her gag so she had become adapt at using her hand in conjunction with her mouth to finish them off. Boys being boys and because they thought with their penises instead of their brains had not seemed to notice.
Neither it seemed had they been aware that not once had she swallowed a boys cum. Not even the boys who had taken her on several dates. Still though she had gotten a reputation of being a cock sucker. To her way of thinking though that was better then having the reputation of, or being called a slut like some of the girls she had known.
But now with Jonathan, the man that she had loved from the first time that she had laid eyes on him, it was different. She wanted, no, she desperately needed to take his cock into her mouth. She desperately needed to suck every inch of him and to even have him deposit his seed into her mouth. She so wanted to pleasure him like she had never before pleasured any boy, not even his son. Her throat muscles tightened about his cock massaging him in silk like warmth and tightness.
She prayed that the purring sounds issuing from her chest causing her lips and throat to vibrate were giving him pleasurable sensations such as he had never before felt. All she knew for certain was that she had never before known such a desire to pleasure a man as she did this one as her bobbing head matched the twitching and jerking of her young body brought on by Jonathan's tongue lashing.
Through the brilliant exploding fireworks filling her skull faint memories of her disappointment when he had told her that he was impudent; that he would never be able to pleasure her as a man should pleasure a woman surfaced. Her disappointment upon seeing his little shriveled dick. Her thinking that it looked much like many of the boys that she had sucked instead of the large throbbing cock she had imagined a man of his age would have.
But as quick as her disappointment had been to surface her love for him had surfaced even faster, and with an intensity so strong as to be as awe inspiring as the word of God was to a Christian it had blotted out her prior feelings. Unselfishly she had vowed to love and care for him even though they would never be able to have sex. But still she had not given up and now atop his bed her efforts had born fruit.
She had never known such mind numbing pleasure as his mouth had just given her. Her dear sweet love had been wrong when he had said that he could never give her pleasure. He had just given her more pleasure then she had ever thought possible. She would gladly die a virgin assure in the knowledge that nothing could ever be as all encompassing as she was still basking in.
Beneath her Jonathan suddenly and unexpectedly twisted and for a second panic tightly gripped her in its clutches. Her strangled cry of no though died as together with him rolling onto his back he pulled her atop him. With a strength that he hadn't felt in years his hands closed around her small waist lifting then placing her lithe curvaceous body astride his midsection. Looking up into her joy filled flushed face his hands moved feather like up her torso reaching for then cupping her pert little breast.
Tenderly, playfully his fingers twiddled and rolled her stiff nipples between them. Her hands went to his large stomach as support as she wiggled about seeking the greatest amount of contact between their bodies. For a life time each was content to bask in the others closeness. Slowly, as if he were afraid of breaking some magical spell, Jonathan slipped a hand beneath her gripping his cock. It was beyond belief that for the first time in years he was at his fully aroused length of almost seven inches.
Releasing his cock he again gripped her small waist lifting her slightly. With an inbred knowledge her hand replaced his. Her soft mummer for him to be gentle, that she was a virgin as her hand held him in place and she began to slowly lower herself atop him shocked him. Taken aback he ceased all movement as the revelation of what she'd said dawned on him.
A feeling of pride that she had chosen him as the instrument for her deflowering swamped his senses. A man could go a whole life time and never intimately know a virgin and yet he had known two. His wife and now Jennifer. So slowly that his movements were almost imperceptible he lowered her onto his blood engorged hard dick.
The feeling of her pussy lips pressing then slowly parting was almost more then he could stand and he had to strain to hold himself in check so as not to spoil the moment. For long moments neither of them moved each looking into the others eyes with love and longing and then Jennifer solved his problem for him. Biting her lip to keep from screaming she pushed herself forcefully down on him taking his whole hard seven inches into her in one fell swoop. He almost shot his rocks then and only his thinking of his doctors, of his seven year dead wife saved him.
As she began to slowly move up and down she leaned forward slightly her hands going to his chest her mouth moving asking, telling him to squeeze her breast, to pinch her nipples and as he did so her movements became faster more erratic. Her moans increasing in pitch and volume drowning his own ragged breath and grunts as together they pushed and ground against each other. As he pushed upward to met her every downward movement his hands tightened on her breast while she in response to such treatment arched backwards swinging her head about causing her long black hair to twirl about her almost like a cloak.
Repeated sultry gasp of I love you Jonathan I love you issued from her trembling lips as her small petite body shook and twitched to the continuous spikes of pleasure piercing the base of her skull. She was like a crack addict, but instead of being hooked on a narcotic she was hooked on the glorious feelings coursing through her. And yet she somehow knew that she would never have felt such feelings with any other man, not even his son.
Heat like that of a roaring bonfire surged upward from between her legs through her abdomen to meet that scorching her breast before filling her skull cavity and melting her brain. If this was to be the first and only time that her dear sweet Jonathan were to make love to her she fervently prayed that she would be blessed with child.
A tear, both of joy and sadness, trickled from her eye at the thought of a love child coming from their coupling. If such was not to be though she still had the memory of their coupling, and that memory would never die or diminish no matter how many years passed.
For a moment their combined pumping, gyrating motions slowed as she leaned forward and down. Love me Jonathan! Love me as much as I'll always love you she sobbed softly before pressing her lips to his kissing him passionately. Jonathan, already having admitted against all reason that he loved this girl years younger then his youngest son breathed into her gasping mouth always my precious, always and forever. A micro second later with a last uplifting of his loins in conformation and testament to his vow of love seven years of his life's essence boiled from his once shriveled testicles flooding her fertile womb.
As Jonathan's hot seed flooded into her with the strength and intensity of a raging river that had burst its dikes Jennifer jerked bolt upright while at the same time grinding down against her beloveds loins. A squeal of rapture so loud that not a single room in his house wasn't filled with it tore from her throat as her own mind shattering orgasm bathed his still pumping organ with her juices. With an intensity that threatened to cut off the blood flow to his organ her muscles gripped and milked him of every last drop of his sperm.
Suns, Galaxies, whole Universe's flared to a brilliance so stunning as to be blinding before winking out of existence as her brain flew apart sending bits of her life's matter into the vast star filled depths of space. A roar like that of a speeding locomotive filled her ears and the very air about her grew oppressive making it nearly impossible for her to breath. Yet she managed to repeatedly gasp I love you Jonathan I love you, now, forever and always, before once more collapsing atop him.
Tenderly he ran his fingers through her sweat dampened long black hair as he struggled to get his breathing under control. When at long last her tightly gripping muscles released him he slid out from under her. But even as he did so and despite her being asleep her left arm refused to release him. Instead and with incomprehensible soft mumblings she snuggled closer and partially back atop him while at the same time curling her left leg over his right one.
As they lay in each others arms, her with one arm and a leg thrown over him with a contented smile on her lips Jonathan looked down at her hardly believing what had just happened. That this beautiful young oriental had accomplished what more then a dozen $100.00 call girls had been unable to do amazed him. Slowly untangling himself he began to rise. Stopping himself when together with her reaching searchingly for him she softly moaned his name before again smiling and curling into a fetal position.
Standing over her, taking in her beauty he felt a stirring rumbling quiver in his loins and glancing down at himself he could hardly believe that he was again becoming hard, God it felt good to be whole, to be a man again. In the bathroom he looked at himself. The bulge of his stomach, the general flabbiness of his 58 year old body and he shook his head in disbelief, this was all a dream. Nothing so wonderful as what he'd thought had just happened really had.
There was no way a beautiful 19 year old girl would ever have anything to do with his sorry old ass, no fucking way, it had to be a dream. But God damn what a dream it had been he mumbled as he stared at himself in the mirror. Relieving himself he sighed deeply knowing that at any second he was going to wake up. He only hoped that the next time he slept he would have the same dream, and then he jumped pissing all over the wall and floor as he heard a sultry voice softly call his name.
Damn but this is a realistic dream he nervously giggled as together with bending down and cleaning up the mess he'd just made he replied that he was in the bathroom and that he'd be out in a moment. Please don't let this be a dream, please let Jennifer be naked and waiting in my bed for me he mumbled as he turned and opened the door.
But upon entering his bedroom he was greeted by a deathly quiet and empty room with its rumpled though empty bed. I knew it, I just knew it. It was all just a dream, a very vivid erotic dream to be sure but a dream never the less and now I'm awake.
Without warning two pale caramel colored arms encircled him and if he hadn't just gone to the bathroom he would have pissed himself as a small hand dropped between his legs and fingers closed about his prick. Soft cooing sounds of pleasure tickled his ears as her fingers lightly squeezed and pulled his growing erection. Please make love to me again dear heart she mumbled between kisses to his back.
Turning slowly as if mired in molasses and still not believing that what was happening was real, he looked into Jennifer's smiling face nodding affirmatively. With a squeal of pleasure and enthusiasm that only the young can freely express she jumped into his arms throwing him off balance and backwards unto his bed.
As he struggled to pull himself further onto the bed Jennifer crawled between his legs lowering her face to his groin kissing and licking his penis and testicles. Mischievously she looked up over his body and into his eyes before opening her mouth and taking him inside. Oh sweet Jesus this is real, this is really happening he thought as he watched her head slowly begin to move up and down.
For a second he feared that he was going to shoot off in her mouth but she must have sensed such for she suddenly pulled her lips from him. With a last playful kiss to the head of his fully aroused organ she threw herself atop him telling him to make love to her again.
Rolling her over onto her back he made love to her in the missionary position. Long and slow and tenderly he made love to her while she, in between confessions of love and fidelity rained kisses on his face, neck and shoulders the whole time. Later, much later she fell asleep cradled in his arms like a little girl while he held her protectively like a proud father.
For a lifetime he lay looking at her peacefully sleeping face fearing that he would see his long dead wife's face in place of Jennifer's. If this were a dream such should have happened what with the guilt of betrayal that he was feeling for loving the young beautiful thing in his arms. Without willing it his mind drifted back over the years. Lisa had been about Jennifer's age when they had met and married.
He had tried to be a good husband and provider as well as a good and caring father. Staring into space he mumbled more to himself then aloud was I a good husband Lisa? Did I give you as much joy and happiness in our thirty years together as you gave me?
"You did that and so much more John!"
As if he had been shot out of a cannon he jumped from his bed looking for the source of the familiar voice that he'd heard but yet could not possibly have. There on Jennifer's side of the bed like ever increasing dust motes dancing in a sunbeam something appeared to be taking shape. Suddenly with a brilliance that made him shade his eyes a hazy image of his long dead wife appeared. He watched in disbelief as her smoke like image bent over the peacefully sleeping girl in his bed, in their bed.
Though it wasn't possible his wife's transparent fingers gently brushed Jennifer's dark hair from her face, and as if in response the young beautiful girl muttered I will Lisa, I promise I will. No this wasn't possible! Jennifer couldn't possible know that Lisa was bending over her let alone answer an unspoken question. His eyes misted distorting the image only an arms length away even more then it already was.
Even as he stared afraid to believe that what he was seeing was real the thin smoke like image wafted apart, began dissipating like fog before the suns warmth. The last thing he saw was her smiling visage. To his dying day he was never certain whether what he saw had been real or a dream. But he never forgot the last words that he heard before the image faded completely away. "She loves you as deeply and passionately as I did dear heart! Love and cherish her! Make her as happy as you made me."
How long he slept he had no idea, but when he awoke it was to the smell of bacon and eggs. Walking naked through the house he smiled at the memory of yesterday and last night. As he stepped into the kitchen he paused. For long minutes he simply stood there drinking in the wonderful sight before him before with a shit eating grin he stepped up behind her.
As his arms snaked about her lithe naked body and he pressed himself against her tight behind his cock jumped from parade rest to attention. Burying his face into her long black hair he murmured marry me Jennifer. If when she answered he had thought he could never be happier or more alive he was wrong. What he felt in that instant was as nothing compared to the love and adulation which he felt a year later when she gave him a child.
Not that he would have in the first place, after all he'd been happily married. Then came his wife's sickness and after her agonizing death everything had gone downhill and he hadn't given a shit. His accident only weeks after his wife's funeral had damn near killed him, and when weeks later he'd woke up in the hospital he'd wished it had.
His operations, the pain killers that he was even now eating like candy had taken their toll. Six years, six fucking years that seemed like a hundred. Not only in time that had gone by but in the years it had added to him, and to top it off his son was slowly bleeding him to death.
He knew he shouldn't have given money to his son's when he'd gotten his settlement but kind hearted soul that he was, oh well live and learn. His youngest had started a construction company, but he didn't really have a head for business. Now he was always borrowing money with the promise that when his business got going he'd pay him twice over what he'd borrowed. He was such a fool for believing him and an even bigger fool for continuing to give him money.
Again without trying to be to obvious his eyes once more traveled the short distance separating him from the young dark haired beauty sitting on his couch. God but she was beautiful. Silently he thanked a God that he didn't believe in for bringing at least one bright ray of sunshine into his life. He knew, and had known, lots of guys that would have said that she was to small. That she was to this, or to that and a fucking gook to boot.
To his old eyes though she was the ideal woman. Perky little tits that he instinctively knew were firm and with a slight upward turn. A slim waist and below that a tight little ass that if he were ever so lucky as to give it a squeeze he'd die a happy man. Chances of that ever happening though were slim to none. As for her being part oriental, well that just added icing to the cake as far as he was concerned. Well at least his youngest son was lucky in love if nothing else.
Unbidden his mind flitted back almost 40 years to when he was in the military cruising the south pacific. A time when he'd chased anything with a skirt and caught more then his share in ports from Japan to China and everywhere in between. Well that was then and this is now, and never the twain shall met. Her light lilting giggle pulled his mind back to the present. When he turned to look at her his eyes damn near bugged out.
He honestly thought he was going to choke to death he was hacking and sputtering so badly. Her short skirt had ridden damn near to her waist because she had tucked her legs up beneath her thus inadvertently giving him a glimpse of her little pink panties. He couldn't catch his breath despite breathing like a huffing locomotive and then she was beside him patting him on the back along with asking if he was ok. He most certainly wasn't, but he made a feeble effort to brush her away even though he was continuing to hack his lungs out.
Jennifer was still rubbing his back, her soft voice making little cooing sounds as pleasurable to his ears as a warm spring shower was to his face. But the mood was suddenly broken as his son, after stepping through the front door and possibly thinking he was being cute growled quit flirting with the old fart. Without waiting for hers or his dads reply he grabbed her arm and hustled her from the house.
The last thing he saw before the door closed behind his son and Jennifer was her cute wiggling buttocks as she struggled to get loose from Lawrence's grip. What the fuck was wrong with that boy? There wasn't any need for him to be treating her like that. She wasn't his property, she was his girlfriend for Christ sake. For a second the thought that if she were his girlfriend he wouldn't treat her like that flashed through his aged and drug dulled brain.
He felt a stirring in his loins for the first time in years, but that's all it was, a stirring. Sighing deeply he ambled off to his bedroom. Hours later, after a great deal of tossing and turning he finally dropped off to sleep. As he slept he dreamt. He dreamt of the first time that he'd seen Jennifer. As if he were awake and it was weeks earlier instead of asleep and now he recalled what she'd worn and the cute little shy smile as she'd been introduced to him.
She'd been wearing a pair of the latest style of jeans much along the lines of the hip hugger flare bottom jeans that girls had worn when he was about her age, but he damn sure didn't recall any girl looking as fine as Jennifer had. The jeans hugged her so closely it looked as if the cute young thing had been melted and poured into them. From the second he'd laid eyes on her he'd liked her, not because she looked sexy as hell. but because of an inner glow she had.
As he had looked at her and she at him time had seemed to stand still for him. How long they had stood looking into each others eyes he had no idea, but it wasn't until his son had said that he looked like he was in pain that he had taken his eyes from her.
Though he was asleep a smile curled his lips. It had been her that had helped him back into his lazyboy not his son. He dreamt of whenever she came over, which was quite often and without Lawrence, she did things for him. Little things like getting him coffee or fixing him a snack, and more then once even cleaning his house. He dreamt of the time he'd kidded her of always wearing jeans asking her why girls didn't wear skirts anymore. In his jest he'd playfully swiped at her as if to give her cute little butt a smack.
She, giggling like a little girl twisted just beyond his reach before turning around and wiggling her cute tight butt. Together they had laughed. Him gravely as it was the first time in a long while and she like a a fine crystal bell. He remembered telling her that women should wear dresses, then winking at her playfully he'd said that if she was his girl friend he wouldn't let her wear anything but. To his surprise but immense pleasure the next time he saw her that's exactly what she was wearing and she'd never gone back to jeans.
Coming awake at the sound of his son entering the house he was surprised to see and feel that his dick was hard. Not the bone hard six plus inches that he'd made love to his wife with before she'd passed away seven years ago but hard never the less. A feat that he'd thought impossible and he silently thanked Jennifer for giving him his first woody in many a long year, but then it softened.
Faintly a women's voice came to him and a second later his son harsh whisper for her to be quite or she'd wake the cripple. For a moment there was silence and he began to think that he had imagined it but then he heard giggling. What the fuck he thought, that doesn't sound like Jennifer and then looking at the clock he saw it was 3:30 in the morning. Climbing from bed and with the help of his cane he hobbled down the hall toward the living room. There on the couch was his son atop some half naked broad humping into her as if he were an animal breeding.
As he stood there watching them the girl suddenly turned her face in his direction. Like a teenager who had been caught by the cops she began pushing at and trying to crawl from beneath his son while screeching like a banshee that there was a dirty old man watching them. Turning about he headed back to his bedroom smiling to himself. He'd sure ruined his sons evening he muttered as behind him the slamming of the door made it clear that they had left.
In the morning when his son showed up to mooch breakfast as he usually did he told him his home wasn't a motel. Naturally Lawrence huffed and puffed. Something about not getting any from his fiancé so he had to get it where he could. He felt like slapping the shit out of the boy but instead he simply told him he never wanted to see or hear about him cheating on Jennifer.
Not an hour after his son had left for work Jennifer appeared and after picking up a few things, fluffing his pillow and seeing that he was comfortable she made coffee. As she busied herself he could see something was on her mind and he thought he knew what it was but he wasn't sure he should say anything. Handing him his coffee she stood before him shifting from one foot to the other making it apparent that she wanted to talk.
Putting his cup down he'd playfully patted his lap telling her to sit, and to his surprise she did. Snuggling into his lab she rested her head on his shoulder. For what seemed like an eternity to him but was probably only 15 seconds or so her breath tickled his neck before her soft sultry voice whispered that it was him that she loved not his son.
Dumfounded and feeling like a fish out of water he sat there unmoving. His thoughts flew about as if a hand grenade had gone off inside his head and then the oldest line imaginable spilled from his lips as he stuttered that he was old enough to be her father. That her face was still pressed into his neck, her lips and soft breath tickling his ear made thinking even harder and her whispered "I don't care I love you" did little to help.
He felt her small hand take his, felt her delicate fingers lifting, guiding him to her lap. Looking down he was surprised to see that his hand was on her upper thigh, almost beneath the hem of her short skirt, which to his shocked eyes appeared to have risen unbelievable high.
In a panic he started to remove his hand from her but she tightened her grip and to his surprise moved his hand another inch and then two higher and further between her legs, which even as he stared dumbfounded slowly parted. His hand was now beneath her skirt, his fingers a mere inch maybe less from her pussy. He felt that if he wiggled them they would touch her and then they did. His finger tips felt as if they had burst into flame as they made contact with her thin mesh silk panties.
Jerking his hand from between her legs he stammered that it was wrong, that she was to young, a child unaware of what she was saying or doing and he tried to push her from his lap. Jennifer threw her arms about him clinging to him, pressing her face to his neck telling him she knew all to well what she was doing and saying. His head reeled as if he'd been hit by a two by four as she whispered that she had loved him from the moment they'd met, and that nothing he could do or say would change her mind.
A choked sob came from her as she repeated she loved him and then she told him that even if she had to marry his son to be near him she would. Tears slid down her cheek as she said that even if he didn't love her now maybe he would someday. Placing his hand beneath her chin he turned her face to his then brushing her tears away he told her it would never work, that he was to old, to set in his ways and that even though he did love her, a young pretty girl like her needed a man that could satisfy her, something he would never be able to do.
His voice so soft it was as if he where thinking aloud he told her what he'd never told anyone, not his doctors, not anyone. For long minutes she looked into his eyes reading the hurt, the longing, the love in them and her young heart instead of feeling pity or contempt swelled even more with love for him. Slipping from his lap she knelt between his legs before slowly undoing his belt and pulling his pants from his hips.
Jonathan for his part had also read the love in her eyes as she had gazed into his. So when she had slipped from his lap and began to remove his pants he did nothing to stop her. Now he thought, now was as good a time as any for her to realize that nothing she could do would make a difference. Better that she found out now that he was not a whole man and would never be able to satisfy her.
A woman like her needed a man. Not just to hold her but to pleasure her, and since he could not there could never be anything between them. As he watched her pulling on his pants he envied the young man who would finally marry her, the one who would lay with her, the one who would make sweet tender love to her. A growl of anguish, more felt then heard rumbled in his throat as he cursed the life that fate had handed him while at the same time foolishly wishing that he were 30 years younger and whole again.
Like in an erotic dream he felt her soft warm breath on his loins, felt her fingers flutter lightly over his soft dick and testicles. Closing his eyes he dreamt of the man he once was. Dim memories of his wife doing as Jennifer was now doing wormed from the deepest recesses of his mind. With the memory were also faint traces of other women mouthing him before his marriage.
None of them though had been able to hold a candle to his wife. Not because of her expertise, for in truth others had been much better. But their efforts paled when it came to those of his wife for she had done so with love.
He knew that his lack of response was not solely because of the pain killers and other drugs that he was taking to get by. A great deal of his lack of interest in sex was because he missed his wife. With her death a part of him had also died and even though he had flirted with women from time to time it had meant nothing.
He did so because even though women would never openly admit such, they expected and thrived on such behavior from men. He played the part expected of him, but in truth he had simply lost interest in sex and women in general. With the piercing eye of an eagle his mind flitted back over the last six years searching for one women that he had felt the slightest attraction toward. There had been none. None that is until Jennifer. But that wasn't the same was it?
Suddenly all thought fled and his eyes flew open as he felt her lips on him. For a moment, a second in time as the young beauty had licked and kissed his useless 2 inch stub it had twitched. Unbelievingly he had felt a faint stirring that he had all but forgotten before it again softened. How was that possible? Such a thing shouldn't have been for the young beauty between his legs was not his lover, she was his future daughter in law.
But his denial of possibilities vanished as her lips, tongue and fingers continued their pleasurable teasing of his decrepit organ. Once more, but stronger, he felt a stirring before his penis shrunk to the pathetic thing it was and with tears in his eyes he groaned in frustration and pain. But Jennifer was not through. With soft cooing words of love and affection she climbed onto his lap. As her tongue ever so lightly licked away his salty tears and her soft lips tenderly kissed his tear stained cheeks and eyes a strange and weird feeling washed over him.
But the feeling went undiagnosed then was forgotten as with a last light brush of her lips, this time against his, she climbed from his lap and stood before him. Slowly, even more provocatively then his wife had ever done, the young beauty removed her clothes. He had never thought that a halter top could be removed sensuously but when Jennifer removed hers it was all that and more. Again the faint feeling of arousal tingled his loins and as much as he hated to take his eyes from the oriental beauty before him his eyes fleetingly dropped to his crotch.
When he again looked at her she was warmly, lovingly smiling at him while at the same time swaying sultrily, seductively to music that only she could hear. His heart beat like a trip hammer and he honestly felt he might have a heart attack as she unfastened her short pleated skirt then ever so slowly pushed it from her hips to let it pool about her feet. His breathing quickened to that of someone hyperventilating as after stepping from her skirt she reached behind her loosening then removing her bra.
As her bra fell away and his eyes locked on her small perfect breast the roaring in his ears grew in intensity. He had to close his eyes, had to blot out the breath taking beauty who was disrobing before him. If he didn't his heart would surely burst from his chest. For a moment regret that he was about to die touched him.
The regret though was not because he was going to die, but because his death would indubitable have a traumatic effect on Jennifer. He would never wish such pain, such feeling of responsibility on anyone, but most especially not on Jennifer. A sensation like that of having been cold cocked between the eyes by a baseball bat filled his being.
He was in love! No. He couldn't be, it was impossible. She was his sons girlfriend, possibly his future wife. She was what.... nineteen, maybe twenty and he was three times that. Yet even as he sought to deny such a possibility he could find no other explanation for how he had felt from the minute he had looked into her eyes. Giddy with the realization he watched spellbound as she ever so slowly pushed her frilly lace bikini panties from her hips and down her legs. So gracefully that his brain almost didn't register it she once more dropped to her knees and crawled between his legs.
Bending slightly yet without taking her eyes from his she smiled seductively while removing his pants from about his ankles. Raising fully to her knees she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. For long minutes her lips and fingers moved lightly, teasingly over his hairy chest and the paunch of his stomach. This was not happening, it was a dream. A very vivid and erotic dream to be sure but never the less still a dream.
What would happen next he mumbled as she gracefully rose to her feet and took his hand. Dream or not it was the best one that he'd had in uncounted years he inwardly smiled as he unresistingly let her pull him to his feet. Then as it could happen only in a dream together they walked naked and hand in hand to his bed room. Not a word had passed between them before and not a word passed between them now as after climbing onto his bed she made room for him beside her.
Reaching up she pulled him down beside her and then they were in each others arms kissing deeply. The touch of her lips, the feel of her skin against his, the graceful curves of her young lithe body as his hands ran over every rise and hollow of her made his head light. The firmness of her tea cup size breast as he gently fondled them along with her rock hard nipples pressing into his palm with each rapid breath she took made him ache with longing. His stomach rolled, his loins quivered and then the soft touch of her fingers encircling his twitching organ combined with the moan of excitement, anticipation, arousal breathed into his mouth stirred him even more.
His mouth left hers to move downward over her throat where for long uncounted moments he tenderly nibbled and kissed before again moving downward. Slowly teasingly he trailed kisses downwards to her small firm breast. Just as teasingly he repeatedly and time and again flicked his tongue over each nipple in turn before encircling each hard nub with his sucking mouth. Her sigh of pleasure as she pushed her fingers into his still thick long hair pulling him tighter to her heaving breast was like music to his old ears.
Dream or not he vowed that he would pleasure her as no man had ever pleasured a women. And since this was his dream he would pleasure her fully as only a man could pleasure a woman. For long minutes he continued to suck and playfully nibble each pebble hard nipple in turn before once again moving downward. Down to her quivering stomach where he sloppily, playfully and for long minutes tongued her bellybutton before moving at long last between her legs.
Her nervous giggle, the jerking of her hips when at long last his lips, his tongue touched her sweet smelling pussy awoke a memory that he had long repressed. But instead of feeling guilt that he had elicited the same response from this young oriental beauty that he had from his wife he felt pride. His warm breath against her, in her brought even more moans from her and her legs opened allowing him easier access. Without hesitation and in answer his tongue fluttered over and between her pussy lips with greater gusto.
Jennifer, her mind bursting with pleasure and wanting him to feel as she did twisted beneath him until she was in a position to do to him what he was doing to her. With a love such as her young heart had never before felt she reached for his growing erection as his tongue again began licking and probing her most private treasure. His mind was focused solely on pleasuring her, of satisfying her with his mouth and tongue and it took several long seconds for him to realize that her fingers were again about his dick.
Faint soft cooing sounds touched his ears only to be cut off as her lips pursed against and then encircled the head of his dick. His teeth found then tenderly nibbled her clit causing her body to spasm and jerk. His lips closed about then sucked the quivering nub as his tongue stabbed against it rapidly. Jennifer her legs bent, her thighs tightly pressed against his head moaned around his ever growing erection as her tight little ass quivered and bounced faster and higher from his bed.
Never in all her young life had she allowed a man do to her what Jonathan was doing. She had always thought such an act disgusting when one of her girl friends had whispered about some boy doing such a thing. But what this man that she so deeply loved was doing to her was not disgusting or repulsive, it was marvelous. Her young heart felt as if it would burst from her chest with the joy and wonderment of it.
In a dream like state of bliss as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her fingers tightened claw like on the quivering ass cheeks of her lover. Desperately she sought to pull his large body tighter to her face in an effort to take his still growing cock as deep into her mouth as possible. Her mind, her body was awash with pleasure and pride at having aroused Jonathan. Yet her obsession to have his cock fully and deeply in her mouth was another first for her.
Sure she had sucked cock's before, several of them in fact. She had done so because boys seemed to like that sort of thing. More importantly though she sucked boys cock's because she had learned early on that by doing so she didn't have to put out. No matter how many boys penises she sucked though she had never taken more then the first couple of inches into her mouth. Doing so had always made her gag so she had become adapt at using her hand in conjunction with her mouth to finish them off. Boys being boys and because they thought with their penises instead of their brains had not seemed to notice.
Neither it seemed had they been aware that not once had she swallowed a boys cum. Not even the boys who had taken her on several dates. Still though she had gotten a reputation of being a cock sucker. To her way of thinking though that was better then having the reputation of, or being called a slut like some of the girls she had known.
But now with Jonathan, the man that she had loved from the first time that she had laid eyes on him, it was different. She wanted, no, she desperately needed to take his cock into her mouth. She desperately needed to suck every inch of him and to even have him deposit his seed into her mouth. She so wanted to pleasure him like she had never before pleasured any boy, not even his son. Her throat muscles tightened about his cock massaging him in silk like warmth and tightness.
She prayed that the purring sounds issuing from her chest causing her lips and throat to vibrate were giving him pleasurable sensations such as he had never before felt. All she knew for certain was that she had never before known such a desire to pleasure a man as she did this one as her bobbing head matched the twitching and jerking of her young body brought on by Jonathan's tongue lashing.
Through the brilliant exploding fireworks filling her skull faint memories of her disappointment when he had told her that he was impudent; that he would never be able to pleasure her as a man should pleasure a woman surfaced. Her disappointment upon seeing his little shriveled dick. Her thinking that it looked much like many of the boys that she had sucked instead of the large throbbing cock she had imagined a man of his age would have.
But as quick as her disappointment had been to surface her love for him had surfaced even faster, and with an intensity so strong as to be as awe inspiring as the word of God was to a Christian it had blotted out her prior feelings. Unselfishly she had vowed to love and care for him even though they would never be able to have sex. But still she had not given up and now atop his bed her efforts had born fruit.
She had never known such mind numbing pleasure as his mouth had just given her. Her dear sweet love had been wrong when he had said that he could never give her pleasure. He had just given her more pleasure then she had ever thought possible. She would gladly die a virgin assure in the knowledge that nothing could ever be as all encompassing as she was still basking in.
Beneath her Jonathan suddenly and unexpectedly twisted and for a second panic tightly gripped her in its clutches. Her strangled cry of no though died as together with him rolling onto his back he pulled her atop him. With a strength that he hadn't felt in years his hands closed around her small waist lifting then placing her lithe curvaceous body astride his midsection. Looking up into her joy filled flushed face his hands moved feather like up her torso reaching for then cupping her pert little breast.
Tenderly, playfully his fingers twiddled and rolled her stiff nipples between them. Her hands went to his large stomach as support as she wiggled about seeking the greatest amount of contact between their bodies. For a life time each was content to bask in the others closeness. Slowly, as if he were afraid of breaking some magical spell, Jonathan slipped a hand beneath her gripping his cock. It was beyond belief that for the first time in years he was at his fully aroused length of almost seven inches.
Releasing his cock he again gripped her small waist lifting her slightly. With an inbred knowledge her hand replaced his. Her soft mummer for him to be gentle, that she was a virgin as her hand held him in place and she began to slowly lower herself atop him shocked him. Taken aback he ceased all movement as the revelation of what she'd said dawned on him.
A feeling of pride that she had chosen him as the instrument for her deflowering swamped his senses. A man could go a whole life time and never intimately know a virgin and yet he had known two. His wife and now Jennifer. So slowly that his movements were almost imperceptible he lowered her onto his blood engorged hard dick.
The feeling of her pussy lips pressing then slowly parting was almost more then he could stand and he had to strain to hold himself in check so as not to spoil the moment. For long moments neither of them moved each looking into the others eyes with love and longing and then Jennifer solved his problem for him. Biting her lip to keep from screaming she pushed herself forcefully down on him taking his whole hard seven inches into her in one fell swoop. He almost shot his rocks then and only his thinking of his doctors, of his seven year dead wife saved him.
As she began to slowly move up and down she leaned forward slightly her hands going to his chest her mouth moving asking, telling him to squeeze her breast, to pinch her nipples and as he did so her movements became faster more erratic. Her moans increasing in pitch and volume drowning his own ragged breath and grunts as together they pushed and ground against each other. As he pushed upward to met her every downward movement his hands tightened on her breast while she in response to such treatment arched backwards swinging her head about causing her long black hair to twirl about her almost like a cloak.
Repeated sultry gasp of I love you Jonathan I love you issued from her trembling lips as her small petite body shook and twitched to the continuous spikes of pleasure piercing the base of her skull. She was like a crack addict, but instead of being hooked on a narcotic she was hooked on the glorious feelings coursing through her. And yet she somehow knew that she would never have felt such feelings with any other man, not even his son.
Heat like that of a roaring bonfire surged upward from between her legs through her abdomen to meet that scorching her breast before filling her skull cavity and melting her brain. If this was to be the first and only time that her dear sweet Jonathan were to make love to her she fervently prayed that she would be blessed with child.
A tear, both of joy and sadness, trickled from her eye at the thought of a love child coming from their coupling. If such was not to be though she still had the memory of their coupling, and that memory would never die or diminish no matter how many years passed.
For a moment their combined pumping, gyrating motions slowed as she leaned forward and down. Love me Jonathan! Love me as much as I'll always love you she sobbed softly before pressing her lips to his kissing him passionately. Jonathan, already having admitted against all reason that he loved this girl years younger then his youngest son breathed into her gasping mouth always my precious, always and forever. A micro second later with a last uplifting of his loins in conformation and testament to his vow of love seven years of his life's essence boiled from his once shriveled testicles flooding her fertile womb.
As Jonathan's hot seed flooded into her with the strength and intensity of a raging river that had burst its dikes Jennifer jerked bolt upright while at the same time grinding down against her beloveds loins. A squeal of rapture so loud that not a single room in his house wasn't filled with it tore from her throat as her own mind shattering orgasm bathed his still pumping organ with her juices. With an intensity that threatened to cut off the blood flow to his organ her muscles gripped and milked him of every last drop of his sperm.
Suns, Galaxies, whole Universe's flared to a brilliance so stunning as to be blinding before winking out of existence as her brain flew apart sending bits of her life's matter into the vast star filled depths of space. A roar like that of a speeding locomotive filled her ears and the very air about her grew oppressive making it nearly impossible for her to breath. Yet she managed to repeatedly gasp I love you Jonathan I love you, now, forever and always, before once more collapsing atop him.
Tenderly he ran his fingers through her sweat dampened long black hair as he struggled to get his breathing under control. When at long last her tightly gripping muscles released him he slid out from under her. But even as he did so and despite her being asleep her left arm refused to release him. Instead and with incomprehensible soft mumblings she snuggled closer and partially back atop him while at the same time curling her left leg over his right one.
As they lay in each others arms, her with one arm and a leg thrown over him with a contented smile on her lips Jonathan looked down at her hardly believing what had just happened. That this beautiful young oriental had accomplished what more then a dozen $100.00 call girls had been unable to do amazed him. Slowly untangling himself he began to rise. Stopping himself when together with her reaching searchingly for him she softly moaned his name before again smiling and curling into a fetal position.
Standing over her, taking in her beauty he felt a stirring rumbling quiver in his loins and glancing down at himself he could hardly believe that he was again becoming hard, God it felt good to be whole, to be a man again. In the bathroom he looked at himself. The bulge of his stomach, the general flabbiness of his 58 year old body and he shook his head in disbelief, this was all a dream. Nothing so wonderful as what he'd thought had just happened really had.
There was no way a beautiful 19 year old girl would ever have anything to do with his sorry old ass, no fucking way, it had to be a dream. But God damn what a dream it had been he mumbled as he stared at himself in the mirror. Relieving himself he sighed deeply knowing that at any second he was going to wake up. He only hoped that the next time he slept he would have the same dream, and then he jumped pissing all over the wall and floor as he heard a sultry voice softly call his name.
Damn but this is a realistic dream he nervously giggled as together with bending down and cleaning up the mess he'd just made he replied that he was in the bathroom and that he'd be out in a moment. Please don't let this be a dream, please let Jennifer be naked and waiting in my bed for me he mumbled as he turned and opened the door.
But upon entering his bedroom he was greeted by a deathly quiet and empty room with its rumpled though empty bed. I knew it, I just knew it. It was all just a dream, a very vivid erotic dream to be sure but a dream never the less and now I'm awake.
Without warning two pale caramel colored arms encircled him and if he hadn't just gone to the bathroom he would have pissed himself as a small hand dropped between his legs and fingers closed about his prick. Soft cooing sounds of pleasure tickled his ears as her fingers lightly squeezed and pulled his growing erection. Please make love to me again dear heart she mumbled between kisses to his back.
Turning slowly as if mired in molasses and still not believing that what was happening was real, he looked into Jennifer's smiling face nodding affirmatively. With a squeal of pleasure and enthusiasm that only the young can freely express she jumped into his arms throwing him off balance and backwards unto his bed.
As he struggled to pull himself further onto the bed Jennifer crawled between his legs lowering her face to his groin kissing and licking his penis and testicles. Mischievously she looked up over his body and into his eyes before opening her mouth and taking him inside. Oh sweet Jesus this is real, this is really happening he thought as he watched her head slowly begin to move up and down.
For a second he feared that he was going to shoot off in her mouth but she must have sensed such for she suddenly pulled her lips from him. With a last playful kiss to the head of his fully aroused organ she threw herself atop him telling him to make love to her again.
Rolling her over onto her back he made love to her in the missionary position. Long and slow and tenderly he made love to her while she, in between confessions of love and fidelity rained kisses on his face, neck and shoulders the whole time. Later, much later she fell asleep cradled in his arms like a little girl while he held her protectively like a proud father.
For a lifetime he lay looking at her peacefully sleeping face fearing that he would see his long dead wife's face in place of Jennifer's. If this were a dream such should have happened what with the guilt of betrayal that he was feeling for loving the young beautiful thing in his arms. Without willing it his mind drifted back over the years. Lisa had been about Jennifer's age when they had met and married.
He had tried to be a good husband and provider as well as a good and caring father. Staring into space he mumbled more to himself then aloud was I a good husband Lisa? Did I give you as much joy and happiness in our thirty years together as you gave me?
"You did that and so much more John!"
As if he had been shot out of a cannon he jumped from his bed looking for the source of the familiar voice that he'd heard but yet could not possibly have. There on Jennifer's side of the bed like ever increasing dust motes dancing in a sunbeam something appeared to be taking shape. Suddenly with a brilliance that made him shade his eyes a hazy image of his long dead wife appeared. He watched in disbelief as her smoke like image bent over the peacefully sleeping girl in his bed, in their bed.
Though it wasn't possible his wife's transparent fingers gently brushed Jennifer's dark hair from her face, and as if in response the young beautiful girl muttered I will Lisa, I promise I will. No this wasn't possible! Jennifer couldn't possible know that Lisa was bending over her let alone answer an unspoken question. His eyes misted distorting the image only an arms length away even more then it already was.
Even as he stared afraid to believe that what he was seeing was real the thin smoke like image wafted apart, began dissipating like fog before the suns warmth. The last thing he saw was her smiling visage. To his dying day he was never certain whether what he saw had been real or a dream. But he never forgot the last words that he heard before the image faded completely away. "She loves you as deeply and passionately as I did dear heart! Love and cherish her! Make her as happy as you made me."
How long he slept he had no idea, but when he awoke it was to the smell of bacon and eggs. Walking naked through the house he smiled at the memory of yesterday and last night. As he stepped into the kitchen he paused. For long minutes he simply stood there drinking in the wonderful sight before him before with a shit eating grin he stepped up behind her.
As his arms snaked about her lithe naked body and he pressed himself against her tight behind his cock jumped from parade rest to attention. Burying his face into her long black hair he murmured marry me Jennifer. If when she answered he had thought he could never be happier or more alive he was wrong. What he felt in that instant was as nothing compared to the love and adulation which he felt a year later when she gave him a child.
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