Chapter 5

Julie had always assumed the aftermath of losing her virginity would be awkward. Had the circumstances been what she had expected, it might have been too. But her life had become so tumultuous in the last day or two that to both her amazement ... and joy ... what she felt was a glow deep inside her that she identified as love. She was surrounded by it ... soothed at a place inside her she hadn't even known existed, but which she now recognized as the center of her human power. It was as if she were suspended in an ocean of light, and peace, floating ... rising and falling gently ... without a care in the world, comfortable and safe ... at peace. She felt like she was in another place ... a place outside of reality as she knew it, where nothing could hurt or bother her.

Her ears identified sounds that seeped into her consciousness, and her other senses began to pick up cues from the real world. She thought indolently that she should feel disappointment that her cocoon of safety was being intruded upon, but didn't feel threatened at all.

The languid rising and falling she had felt slowly transposed into the feel of her body, lying on a firm, warm surface, which was actually doing the rising and falling. As her mind came back to the real world, she realized it was Bob's chest under her, and that his deep pants for breath signaled that she was heavy.

Her arms moved automatically, and another sensation flowed into her mind as she suddenly felt his hands on the small of her back, stroking and holding her there.

"Please don't move," his voice murmured in her ear.

"I'm too heavy," she murmured back.

One of his hands flowed up to the middle of her back, and dipped under her hair, while the other slid down to cup one buttock in a way that made her giggle because it seemed so shockingly intimate. Her conscious mind was quite clear about what had just happened ... something so intimate that her definition of the word had been unimaginably altered. His hand WAS touching her intimately, but that word now had layers of meaning that she felt like she could contemplate for days without understanding completely.

She kissed his neck, then licked where she had just kissed. Her head felt like it weighed fifty pounds, but she enjoyed feeling her muscles flex to lift it. She looked down at his face, turned sideways, his eyes still closed.

"Are you going to do that to me again?" she asked.

"Oh PLEASE yes," he sighed. The corners of his mouth tugged into a gentle smile as his eyes opened and he rolled his head to look up at her.

"When?" she asked, unable to conceal the eagerness in her voice.

His laugh bounced her on his chest.

"I told you I'm old," he chuckled. "I tried to tell you you'd be sorry, but you wouldn't listen to me. Now you're just going to have to wait for my poor decrepit body to recuperate."

Her right hand came to his chin, and she put a finger on his lip, almost as if she were trying to make him stop talking. In reality, she just wanted to touch his lower lip ... to feel one of the parts of him that had made her feel so incredibly special.

"I'm not sorry," she said, her voice firming. "I'll never, ever be sorry for what just happened."

His hand slid out from under her hair to grasp her finger gently and he kissed it.

"That makes me unimaginably happy," he said.

"I'm happier than you," she teased.

"No ... I'm happier than YOU!" he teased back.

"No, your decrepit old happy box is all cracked and leaky!" she crowed. "And that means I'm WAY happier than you."

His hands flashed to her waist and tickled.

"Your happy box isn't even fully grown yet," he said, tickling her as she wiggled and squealed. "And it's been so long since my happy box was emptied that I'll be happy for HOURS more."

She fought back, but she was no match for him. They rolled and laughed, hands flashing, tweaking, pinching, until his legs trapped hers and she found herself pressed into the mattress, arms above her head, wrists crossed and pinned by his strong grip. His other hand stroked her, finding her nipples and pulling at them.

"Admit it," he panted, his fingers inflaming her again. "I'm happier."

"You're molesting me," she whined, grinning. "I'm young and helpless, and you're a dirty old man who would ravish his own niece!"

"Don't change the subject," he said, lowering his head to suck at a distended nipple.

"Help ... help..." she said softly. "He's going to touch my ... pussy!"

"I am?" he asked, switching to her other nipple.

"Of course you are," she laughed. "You're molesting me, after all. You have to touch my pussy. It's a rule."

"I don't always follow the rules," he said, licking her breasts as she tried unsuccessfully to spread her legs.

"That's because you're old," she moaned, writhing as he tortured her erect nubs. "You probably don't even remember the rules because you're so old and senile."

"Well looky there!" Bob said, rising to his knees, still holding her wrists tightly above her head. She strained to lift her head and stared with glee at his erect penis dangling above her abdomen. "I guess there's still some life in the old boy after all!"

By rising, he freed her legs, and she flung them wide while she could.

"Oh Bob, put it in me again," she moaned. "Please Bob, don't tease me anymore."

"You liked that, huh?" he asked, smugly.

With strength that surprised them both she jerked one hand free and attacked him, poking a stiffened finger into the soft skin just below his rib cage and pushing hard. He rolled in self defense and she scrambled on top of him, sitting upright with her hands out, fingers curled, her painted nails like the talons of an eagle, waiting to strike.

"You just lie there like a good boy," she warned. "If you so much as move a muscle, you'll be very sorry." To punctuate her point both hands flashed to his chest and squeezed handfuls of his chest flesh together in her grip. He winced, but she didn't let up at all. She scooted her pussy down his stomach, leaving a wet trail of their mingled juices, until her slot literally ran over his erection and sat on top of it.

"Now," she said, flexing her thighs and raising her pussy up off his prick. "You take one of your hands and get that thing ready to go back in me."

Smiling, he grasped his cock and pointed it straight up. Her eyes went to her crotch and she lowered and wiggled until she felt the tip dig into her. As soon as she did she sat down so hard and so fast that he didn't get his hand away in time. When he jerked it out, she sank the last three inches and her hands relaxed as she let out a groan of satisfaction.

"All you had to do was ask," he said, making his voice whine theatrically.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned. "It feels like you're splitting me in two."

"You were hasty," he said. "Youth is always so hasty."

"It hurts ... but it also doesn't hurt. I LOVE it. I can't believe I went so long without this," she moaned, her hands flat on his chest as her hips began to lurch forward and backward. She refined her movements, leaning forward and arching her back instinctively, to bring her clitty into contact with the bone at the base of his prick. Then her hips flashed rapidly, like a belly dancer's, as she basically masturbated herself on his rigid shaft.

By now he expected what happened. She came ... practically within thirty seconds of full penetration, her pussy muscles spasming all around his prick. Having cum so recently, and secretly amazed that he was already hard again, Bob felt no hurry, and pulled his hands up to fold them under his head. He let her experiment and learn to ride as she gasped and giggled through two more orgasms until at last she slumped, like a tired cowgirl leaning forward in the saddle.

"Are you just going to lie there?" she asked, looking down at him with something dangerously like adoration in her eyes.

"I think so," he answered.

"I thought men wanted to dominate and fertilize their women," she said, her hips giving unplanned little wiggles.

"Oh, I'll probably do that tonight. As you pointed out, I am of advanced years, and I only have so many orgasms left in me. I plan to pace myself, so that I don't use it all up in a single hour ... assuming you don't come to your senses and run screaming for the airport."

"You said I could stay..." her voice was tight.

"I hope you do," he said. "Thus my desire to save a little up for later tonight."

"You promise?" she asked.

"Cross my heart," he said.

She melted down on top of his chest again, still firmly impaled on his penis. She lay there and began to shake in a way that he suddenly realized was quiet sobs.

"You okay?" He stroked her back.

"I don't know," she hiccupped.

"You having second thoughts?" he asked, his heart tightening.

"That's not it at all," she sniffed.

"Still thinking about Roger?"

She laughed, snorting.

"Okay, then ... what?"

"What if I fall in love with you?" she asked, her voice tiny. "What if I AM in love with you? This is all so confusing!"

"It would be silly for you to fall in love with me, but I can think of much worse things happening," he answered truthfully.

Her head came up, her hair covering half her face as she looked at him.

"Why would it be silly?" she asked.

"You have your whole life ahead of you," he said. "Why tie half of it up with a guy who'll just get too old to meet your needs later?"

He wasn't trying to be cruel, but he didn't want her to make decisions based on only emotion. He ached for her to be in love with him, but he honestly believed that would be better for him than for her.

"You'd deny me the opportunity to be gloriously happy for half my life?" she accused.

"I never quite thought of it that way," he admitted. "Wouldn't you rather be gloriously happy for the REST of your life?"

"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush," she said, matter-of-factly. "I don't have a very good track record for choosing to be happy ... at least not until about an hour ago."

"Why don't we get up and go do something ... maybe get something to eat ... before I get too tempted to ... fertilize you again."

She squeezed his prick with her pussy muscles.

"Mmmmm. You know ... I have complete faith in my ability to bring life back to your shrunken old male part ... later on tonight ... even if you abuse it and molest me again right now."

Bob was astounded at what she did to him, both to his body and to his mind. He had had women before, of course, but no few of them had been hired, and were all business. Others had other things on their minds, a variety of agendas that sex with him was just a small part of. He had never felt really wanted by any of them, in the way she communicated to him that she wanted him. Her whole focus was on what they were doing at this moment. He had her undivided attention, and she demanded the same from him. The rigidity this caused as she moved on him, brought back memories of younger years. He rolled her over again, to land on top of her, this time with his hands beside her breasts.

As he watched her having fun, she lay under him and stared at his face and upper body as he began to pleasure himself in her. Somehow they both knew that this time was for him, and that her own orgasm wasn't necessary, like his hadn't been as she rode him. She loved the ripple of his chest muscles, and the way his face went through changes as she squeezed him with internal muscles and stroked him with external ones.

"I really shouldn't cum inside you again," he panted. "The pill isn't always successful at protecting a woman."

"Yes ... you should," she answered, raking his back with her fingernails and crossing her legs over his. "Besides, I'm not on the pill. Ro..." she didn't finish his name. "I was going to try to have children right away."

"Why would you chance that with me?" he groaned.

"I'm giving you something very special, Bob, and I want to give it to you in every sense. I want to surrender to you, and that is part of surrendering," she said simply.

"It wouldn't be good for you to fall in love with me," he said stubbornly.

"You're NOT too old for me," she said.

"That's not it," he panted, moving faster. "If you fall in love with me, I'll fall so hard for you that I won't be able to stop."

"Oh," she said softly. "Are you going to fertilize me now?"

"Ohhhh fuck, Julie," he groaned. "What are you doing to meeeeee?"

His balls bunched and he sagged forward, almost gently as he bathed her nubile pussy with another load of heavy cream.

"I'm thanking you, old man," she whispered, pulling him tightly to her.

He had to go back to the beach to get their clothing, and then he rinsed it in fresh water and put it in the dryer. She stayed in his bed, laying there languidly, feeling happy. She dozed a little bit, having had only a few hours of sleep the night before. Bob stared at her naked body lying in his bed, her pussy still weeping his thick spend. The sight of her ... of his sperm clogging the opening of her bald pussy, caused him to have yet another erection.

This one he ignored. Instead, he got their clothing ready and then woke her, insisting that she get dressed in her running outfit. Then he carried her to a beat up jeep parked under a palm tree.

"Where are we going?" she asked.