Chapter 3

When Colleen and Winnie finally left, I cuddled with Millie for a long time, enjoying the feel of skin on skin contact. I like girls. Girls are pretty, sexy, generally sweet smelling, and soft in all the right places. Millie was a girl, just an older one, and she had all the requisite equipment, curves, smells, and tastes that I enjoy, so what's not to love?

I paid particular attention to how Millie reacted as my fingers and tongue explored the parts of her body that were exposed and accessible. She seemed to love being the object of my concentration, and watched me like a hawk as I found and memorized the things that made her twitch, squirm, groan, and get wet.

Her nipples were large and rubbery, soft to the touch, but stiff and thick enough to give me something to attend to, as I sought to drive her over a little crazy. My fingers found her wetness tantalizing, and I gently massaged her clit until she clenched her muscles and sighed, flooding my hand with a new round of lubrication.

When she recovered from her modest climax, Millie asked, "What do you really see in an old woman's body Brian that arouses such passion in you?" I decided I would give her the once over, and tell her exactly what I thought as I stared at her naked body. To that end I stripped the sheet from her, and stood up to consider her question.

"Millie you look like a wet dream come to life. With your hair splayed out around your head, instead of pinned up, you give me goose bumps, I want you so much. The blonde in your hair gives off a golden glow against the gray and it suits you, perfectly. Your lips are bee sting full, just begging to be kissed, sucked and teased, while your skin has that healthy glow of a sexually aroused woman.

"In the breast department, Millie, you are perfectly proportioned. Those thirty-six "C" boobs are perfect and your nipples are the rubbery kind that I love to chew and suck on. The deep red color just pleads with me for attention, which I will give them, over and over again.

"Millie you are fifty-seven years old, wonderfully preserved and delightfully sexy.

"Your toned skin has the occasional blemish but so does everyone else. Your overall look is sexy, desirable and deeply attractive, and I want to be inside you on a primal level. The transition from tummy to pubic mound is magical. Your body is soft, gentle, and alluring in all the right places. The fat pad just above your clitoris is just right and gives my mouth a soft place to land, as I teased, and torture you to climax.

"Between your legs waits a hot, wet, womanly pussy that draws my mouth like a moth to a flame. Once I dipped my tongue into your hot, wetness, I knew I'd have to come back often to remind myself how perfect your pussy is for me.

"All in all, you are hot, sexy, soft, adorable, and desirable. If it were possible, I would love to have a child with you. Does that answer your question?"

She gave me an appraising look as she contemplated both my smile, and critique of her sexy body. I was attracted to her. The truth was evident in my eyes and by the direction Mr. Johnson was pointing, so she had little choice but to accept what I said at face value, and then choose what to do about it.

Her questioning look was slowly replaced with a sneaky smile, and I knew we were about to pick up where we left off. "Would you really want to have a child with me? I can't tell you how exciting that sounds, and even though it isn't possible. Just knowing you're aroused enough by me to want to mark me as yours by making me pregnant, has me feeling crawly all over, and wanting you inside me, to try to make it happen."

Millie tossed the pillow she was holding against her chest, aside and held out her arms to me, inviting me into her arms, her heart, and her body...

Gently I kissed her lips, then her eyelids. I kissed her nose, and chin. My tongue ran a race around her mouth, stabbing in to take possession of her tongue. We locked faces, torsos, and groins, as our kiss heated up. Millie ground her mound against Mr. Johnson, pressing as close as possible without joining us at the junction of her womanhood.

I could feel the moisture flowing from her, as I repositioned and brought Mr. Johnson lengthwise into the groove of her lips. Her body recognized the rocking motion, and joined in as I used my length to tease her lips and clitoris. Millie's breath caught in her throat as I nudged Mr. Johnson had against her nubbin.

Her body tensed up as I teased her most intimate junction. Her lips seemed to be trying to catch and hold me as I slid between them in search of one more orgasm. Millie acquiesced and I felt her body vibrate with pleasure, as her newest climax racked her from stem to stern.

Not waiting for her to recover, I moved Mr. Johnson to the gates of her soul, and began the slow, steady, invasion that would result in a mutual explosion of joy.

As I entered Millie, her body gave way, welcoming me inch by tight, wet, hot, inch. The lubrication was steadily increasing, and the closer I got to full intrusion, the easier the going became.

Once Mr. Johnson fully impaled Millie's mature body, I couldn't help but roll my hips to dig just a little deeper. She surged up to me, as I pressed into her deepest depths. Millie cried out as the next of many climaxes took her to another plane, completely. Her breath came in mini-explosions, as I pistoned into her hungry pit. We joined completely again and again, ripping ourselves apart, to slam back together, hungry to touch but just as hungry to pull back, to touch, again.