Millie and Me
written by:
Norbert

Every day it was the same. Come home from school, change and run. Every day I passed the same runners and we'd smile and nod to each other. No one really paid any particular attention to anyone, each of us lost in our own worlds - mine aided by my MP3 player and screaming tunes that every nineteen year old guy liked. Except every day, my world was invaded by ‘her' when she ran past. Her legs were long and lean, her ass taught, breasts held in place with a sports bra but definitely showed there was an amazing playground being held in check. Her face was wrinkle free, eyes clear and lips that were very kissable and she had it all topped with platinum blonde, short cut hair. I often had fantasies at night about her. The fact that she was probably in her early fifties never even crossed my mind.

I wondered absently, as I changed, what she would be wearing today when we met on the path and felt a tingling in my crotch. I scratched my balls and put everything in its place and headed out the door. I was making good time, lost in my tunes until I saw her, but this time she wasn't running. She was sitting on the side of the path, clutching her ankle in obvious pain. I watched as other runners passed her by without giving her a second look. I pulled out my earbuds and pulled up.

"Are you alright?" I walked over to her and crouched down.

"I twisted my ankle." She grimaced. "I must've stepped on a rock or something," Her voice had an accent I couldn't place.

"Let me take a look and let's see what the damage is." I offered. I stuck out my hand. "By the way, I'm Dennis." Her hand was soft and cool in mine and, I noticed, well manicured and finished nails.

"Millie." She replied in a soft, tender voice. A few other runners sped past and Millie motioned towards them. "Is everyone so self-absorbed around here that they wouldn't stop and help an injured person?" I couldn't give her an answer, nor did I want to try. I was gently rolling her sock down to reveal a very swollen left ankle.

"In Poland everyone would stop." There was disgust in her voice.

"Well, I'm here, Millie," I laughed. "You don't need anyone else now." I was glad that she laughed and was drawn into her sparkling eyes. "Well, you're not going to be running for the next little while, it looks like a bad sprain. Where abouts do you live and I'll help you home."

"It's alright, Dennis." She smiled and took my hand to get back on her feet. "I can make it." I watched her face go gray as she tested her foot by adding weight.

"No you can't. Here," I slipped my arm around her waist and put her left arm over my shoulder. "I won't take no for an answer."

"Thank you, Dennis." She smiled. "You are far too kind."

Up close, her smile was radiant. Even white teeth framed by puffy red lips. Her husband, I thought, was a very lucky man.

It was slow going, but eventually she pointed to a large, executive style house set back apart from everyone else's on the very end of the street. The yard backed onto a protected forest and with no neighbors on either side meant total seclusion.

She slipped a key from around her neck, tucked snuggly between her breasts, it was still warm from its confines and I felt something of a thrill as she handed it to me.

"Do you mind, please?"

I left her at the bottom of the stairs and ran up to unlock the front door. When I turned, she was trying her best to get up the stairs and failing miserably. I found myself scooping her up and carrying her, like a child, up the stairs and into the house. Kicking the door closed behind me, I carried her through to a family room next to the kitchen.

"Where do you keep your ice bag?" I asked. She looked at me blankly. "OK, where do you keep plastic bags?" I was laughing now. Every runner should have at least four or five ice bags, I thought.

"In that closet there." She pointed.

Finally, with an ice bag of sorts, I returned and putting her foot up on the coffee table on top of a cushion, I began to take off her shoe and sock. The ankle had taken on a nasty shade with some greens and blues and purples showing. I placed the ice on her ankle.

"I should call someone for you." I offered. She gave me a weak smile.

"There is no one." I stared unbelievingly at her. "No! Really! There is no one here! My husband is gone and the rest of my family is in Poland."

"I'm sorry about your husband." She looked at me oddly.

"Why? He was a pig." She spat out the words. "I was glad to see him leave me. Now I can live."

I was laughing and she looked at me curiously. I felt the need to explain.

"I thought he had died." Millie began to laugh along with me, adding that it would've made life easier for her if he had, as he had poisoned all of their mutual friends and turned them against her.

"Now, I am comfortable but with no one - no friends." I could see that this was a genuine hurt for her. "And I'm too old to go finding a new man, besides, who wants an old crow like me?"

I looked at her questioningly but not daring to ask the obvious and Millie noticed.

"You are indeed a true gentleman, Dennis. Most men would want to know my age."

I made no comment, just nodded my head.

"How old are you, Dennis?" She asked.

"I just turned twenty last week." I smiled.

"I could be your grand-mother. Did you know that?" Surely she was joking and I guffawed her.

"I'm fifty-six years old. No children, no husband, no family here." Oddly, she didn't seem to be getting morose or jumping into a pity-pot. She was just stating a fact and it made me feel bad for her. I still could not believe her age, however and told her so.

"You look fantastic, Millie." I told her. "Really, you do." She regarded me with some disbelief so I took a final stab.

"Tell you what," I offered, "if I ever need a beautiful classy lady for a date, I know who to come and see. I'll be the envy of every guy there." She laughed at my sincerity.

"But right now you need a hand." I wanted to keep her humor up. "How about I stay and make dinner for you?" She began to protest but when I asked how she was going to be able to stand to cook, she relented.

"Then you must stay and be my company. Do you have to call home?" she asked.

"No. I live alone. My folks live out of state and I had a room-mate but it didn't work out. Too many parties and I couldn't get my studying done."

Our conversation, like dinner, was light. Our talks revolved around school and running and music and, of course, politics. Now, my father had always told me to never discuss either religion or politics but I found a new respect for our democratic society after hearing Millie talk about communism and the fearful secret police.

"Communism," she said with an heir of finality, "makes a wonderful theory and could work if people weren't involved in the practice and democracy will only work if everyone believes in the system and the system is not seduced by wealth." With that, she finished her glass of wine with a flourish and setting the goblet down on the table, added, "My uncle told me that once. It's the only real political statement I know and, quite frankly, it's one too many."

I looked at my watch, it was getting late and I started to remove the dishes and load the dishwasher.

"Millie, I'm going to have to leave soon - I have school tomorrow and I really need to study. How are you going to manage getting ready for bed?" Looking over and seeing her cocked eyebrow made me realize how un-innocent that comment was.

"Do you have any suggestions?" It was obvious that she was enjoying my discomfort.

"I just meant that..." I was blushing like a fool.

"I know what you meant Dennis." She laughed, "But if you can help me up to my room I'm sure I can manage."

Recovering, albeit slightly, I aided her in getting up the stairs and pushing the door to her room, it opened to reveal a true place of sanctuary. The bed was a king-size and was set up on a platform. White, deep shag carpet covered the floor and the furniture was all very high quality walnut. I whistled under my breath.

"Just help me to my bed, please Dennis." She smiled. "Take a look around if you want."

As I strode throughout the room, I marveled at the sheer size. It was bigger than my entire apartment and took up the entire back of the house. Millie told me what was behind the doors - her closet, her ex-husband's closet, the en-suite bathroom, but it was the opening on each side of the bed that caught my attention. From the doorway it looked like a large window on each side of the bed but once closer found there was a passage behind the wall that opened to a bowed-windowed room with a large hot-tub in the middle. Against the wall was a gas fireplace. I whistled again.

"I see you found my ‘pool'." Millie laughed. "That was supposed to be for romantic evenings. Too bad I thought it was for me and my husband thought it was for others." There was no malice in her voice, just matter-of-fact. "Don't come out for a second please, Dennis, I'm changing." Dutifully, I waited for the appropriate sign and came around the corner.

Now, whenever someone told me they were changing to get ready for bed, or to lounge for the evening, I was accustomed to sweats or some sort of robe. Millie was wearing a beautiful white gown that flowed to the floor. It had exquisite threadwork and lace overlays on it and, quite frankly, made her look as sexy as hell. I must've been gaping.

"Dennis, close your mouth." She pouted at me, "You'll catch flies."

"Umm, sorry, Millie." I stammered my apologies and made my way across the floor to the doorway. "Look, I've got to run for now but I'll check in tomorrow."

As I turned, Millie was between me and the window and her silhouette was plainly visible courtesy of the setting sun. Even though she was favoring her injured ankle, I felt that familiar pang between my legs. Her shapely legs were spread just enough that Icould make out their long, lean shape, right up to where they joined at her crotch. Her hips, flaring just a bit, drew in to her waist and then gently flared out again over her ribs and upwards to her chest and shoulders.

"You're staring again, Dennis." Was she mocking me? Looking at her, I saw tenderness and gratitude in her eyes and decided that she was just stating the obvious.

"I guess I am, Millie." I responded softly. "I better go." Turning, I left Millie and proceeded down the stairs. I quietly closed the front door behind me and headed for home.

Alone now with my thoughts, I had time and silence to go over everything that had happened and how much I had enjoyed everything once Millie was safe in her home. I was truly sorry that she had sprained her ankle but was glad it had been me who stopped. Yes, she would be a nice addition to my cultureless friends.

When I got home, I rooted through a few of my closets trying to dig out a pair of crutches I had needed the year before due to a knee injury. Finding them, in the very last closet, I set them by the front door. I'll bring those over tomorrow morning before class, I thought. Feeling somewhat smug and chivalrous, I settled into my favorite chair to catch a few minutes of brainless TV.

A few minutes into a bad show - like most of them are - I was just reaching for the power button when I realized that I hadn't locked Millie's door, and Millie certainly was in no shape to try to make it down the stairs.

With little alternative, I grabbed the crutches and headed out the door. I only hoped that she would understand but the other part of my brain was hoping that the door would already be locked. The run over was good, at least I was able to get my run in but my heart started to race somewhat as I turned the corner onto Millie's cul-de-sac.

I noticed that the house was dark except for a downstairs lamp and I gingerly tried the door for fear of startling her. Shit! The knob turned and the door opened.

"Millie?" I called softly. I waited for a response. Nothing. I entered the house and looked around the foyer as I closed the door.

"Millie?" I called louder. "It's Dennis!" I announced. I was still answered with silence.

I couldn't say whether I was feeling bolder or more concerned for her welfare, but something inside prompted me to head up the stairs towards her bedroom. The door was still open and, peeking inside, saw that nothing was out of place. I was about to turn towards one of the other rooms when I heard the sound of Millie singing, well, sort of ‘la-la-ing' from inside the bedroom. Then I heard the sound of splashing water and knew she must be in the hot tub.

"Millie? It's Dennis." I called. This time there was a bit of a startled acknowledgement.

"Oh, Dennis." She called. "Is everything alright?" I smiled at her concern- it was refreshing. "I'm in the tub, come right through."

I crossed over to the doorway and, leaning the crutches against the wall, went cautiously around the corner. It was like something out of a Hollywood movie. The hot tub was full and some sort of aromatic bubble bath had been added. Millie sat there, suds clinging to her shoulders and upper chest and the whir of the motor creating even still more bubbles. She looked over and smiled.

"Were you worried about me?" she winked. That wink melted me.

"Actually, yes I was." I decided to be up front with her. "When I left earlier, I hadn't locked your door. I didn't think you'd be in any shape to try the stairs. Oh," I continued, "I also found a pair of crutches of mine that you can use. It might make getting around a whole lot easier."

Millie reached out her hand to me and motioned me over. Taking my hand, she brought it to her lips and kissed it softly.

"You are such a thoughtful soul." She rested the back of my hand against her cheek. "How come I couldn't have found you before my idiot husband?" She looked up at me and smiled the prettiest smile. I twisted my hand and held it against her cheek, feeling the warmth of this gorgeous woman transfer through my hand to my inner core. Her hand reached up and covered mine, holding it to her cheek and she closed her eyes.

"It's been a long time since I have had a man touch me when I've been naked in a hot tub." She brushed her cheek against my hand and held it tighter.

I would argue with anyone that this was a seduction on either ones part, but the situation, the connection we felt, it seemed only natural and I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. I withdrew, half-expecting to be looking at eyes filled with shock but instead, Millie's eyes were still closed and there was a look of contentment on her face. I leaned in and kissed her again, this time pressing my lips a little tighter to hers. At first she seemed to passively accept my kisses but then I felt, rather than heard, a sigh and she began to respond. Her hand went from the back of my hand, to my cheek. I felt her mouth open slightly and her tongue gently scraped across my lips before darting into my mouth. I can't say how long we kissed, but when we broke, she was breathless and there were tears in her eyes.

"Dennis, that was lovely. I have missed the gentle touch of a man." She looked up at me and I saw a tear slowly trace its way across her sculpted cheekbones. "But I am old."

"I think you're gorgeous." I smiled. "I have since the first day I saw you run past me." She looked somewhat surprised.

"Can I be honest?" I asked. Millie nodded her head. "I used to watch you when you ran past. I'd stop and turn and watch your legs and your butt. You have a great bum, Millie." I believe I saw the showings of a blush and she looked down at the sudsy water that covered her. "I used to wonder what your chest looked like without your sports-bra trussing you up." I continued. I stopped talking to allow my words to sink in. Millie slowly raised her head and looked at me.

"My husband used to tell me I was an ugly cow." She was almost whispering. "That I was an embarrassment to him and a liability to his company." She tried to smile and it stung my heart. I boldly leaned in and kissed her again, letting my tongue probe her mouth, caressing her lips and tongue.

"Your husband was a fool." I said softly. "And you must be blind not to see all the heads turn when you run past. I don't think there's been a man on the path that wouldn't give his left nut to have you in his bed."

There was something of desperation in her when she mashed her lips to mine.

"Would you give your ‘left nut' to have me in your bed, Dennis?" I smiled at how she examined and then accentuated the term ‘left nut'. It was obviously a new expression to her and she was filing it away for future reference.

"No, not my bed." She looked genuinely hurt. "My place is too much of a pig-sty for someone as classy and beautiful as you, but to be in your bed with you," I teased, "well, that's another story entirely." Millie looked entirely surprised and seemed to be searching for a response. Before she could find any excuses, I added, "Or in that hot tub."

Not knowing where my brain went or where the nerve came from, I quickly peeled off my shirt while kicking off my shoes, and pushed down my shorts. Millie seemed a little taken aback by my boldness but made no objection. My hardness was hidden by the edge of the tub. Bracing my hands on the edge, I vaulted over the side and into the water with her. Millie squealed at the suddenness and then began to laugh at my foolish move.

"You could've used the stairs, Dennis," she scolded, "I would've liked to have seen you."

I took her hand and brought it to my stiff cock and she immediately coiled her fingers around my shaft and began stroking its length.

"It feels beautiful," she murmured, "much bigger than my husbands."

I bent to kiss her again, this time allowing my hand to reach out and cup her breast. The fleshy globe was soft and pliable in my hand, her nipple hard and pointy and stiff to my thumbs brushing. She moaned into my mouth and stroked harder, releasing me and letting her hand roam all around my cock and nut sac. Her touch was knowing and with experience and I felt I wouldn't last much longer. My desire for this woman, having been with me for almost a year, was almost overwhelming. Millie's breathing had changed, gone was the gentle uncertain breaths, only to be replaced by heavy lust-filled lungfuls of sexually charged air.

I sank lower into the water, turning to sit beside her. I put my arm around her shoulder and drew her to me while my other hand, somewhere under the water, began to slide up her thigh. Her legs opened willingly, more willingly than the girls I had been seeing, and I slid my hands closer to her pussy. Millie broke from our kiss.

"Don't stop, Dennis. Please don't stop. I want you to touch me." Her voice was strained, almost pleading and I assured her by pulling her closer and kissing her harder, letting her know that the desperation was definitely mutual.

When I finally made contact with her pussy, I was pleased that my assumption that she would be well trimmed was confirmed. I let my fingers slide along the crux of her thighs, over her pussy lips, lightly brushing the insides as they opened for me. When I finally brushed my finger over her clit, her sharp intake of air and the jolt of her body told me that this was, indeed, what she wanted. I pressed the flat of my finger against her and began a swirling motion which elicited a long drawn out moan. She dragged her lips from mine and sunk her head against my neck.

"Ohhh," she hissed, "I've missed that so much." She jumped again, as she did each time my finger made contact with her center.

She reached down and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from her pussy. She looked at me with almost desperation in her eyes.

"Please take me to bed. I need you tonight." Her hand reached up and brushed my cheek. "Could you stand being with an old lady?"

I took her hand from my cheek and kissed the palm.

"No," I smiled into her eyes, "because I want to be with you." I leaned in and kissed her soft lips again. "And you're beautiful and sexy."

I stood up and, remembering that she had an injured ankle, made myself available to assist. Standing on the floor again, I held out my hand for her. Whatever I was expecting in the way of a body on Millie, I was not prepared for what was revealed by the soapy water. Her tanned body was in far better shape than any of the girls my age that I had been with. Her breasts stood out from her chest with minimal sag. Her nipples were taught and erect, standing out from silver-dollar sized aureoles. Her stomach was flat and toned and her ass was still very firm and perky. What I thought was totally amazing was that there wasn't an ounce of cellulite on her ass or her thighs, nor did her skin have that translucent look that older women seem to get. Millie had the body of a teenager, and it was going to be mine - at least for a little while.

I took care to make sure she didn't bang her foot and she clumsily descended the steps and into my arms. Feeling her slippery nakedness against me, her tits pressing against my chest, it was a wonder I didn't shoot my load right there and then. I wrapped her if a fluffy towel, rubbing her back and, kissing her again, allowed my hand to slide down to cup her ass and pull her tighter to me. I wanted her to feel my hardness against her skin - I wanted her to know that she did this to me.

Deciding to be chivalrous, not because I was anything special, but because I didn't want a sprained ankle to interfere with having Millie to myself, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to bed. I gently deposited her so she was sitting on the edge and kissed her again and again felt her hand wander down to my cock to rub and stroke it. Her other hand was on the back of my neck, holding me tight to her lips - almost as if she was afraid I'd run away. I allowed her to continue to explore my cock and balls and, enjoying her touch, became even more aroused as the scent of her arousal reached my nostrils.

Ever so slowly, I began to kiss my way down her neck and chest. Cupping her tits in my hand, I placed my lips over one of her nipples and began to suck and tongue the nib. I heard Millie groan and felt her legs splay and close in frustration. Kissing lower, I could feel her body tense. She knew where I was going but seemed almost unsure of my intentions until, in what seemed like an eternity, I was on my knees before her staring at a most lovely, open pussy. I marveled at the pinkness of it, all open and wet, glistening in the light. It was better than any of the many fantasies I had stroked myself to alone in my bed in the dark.

I placed my hands on her knees and gently forced her legs farther apart. Millie was breathing hard. Looking up at her beautiful face, I saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly sagging open.

"I hope you're going to enjoy this as much as I am, Millie." My voice was heavy with lust. Without waiting for a reply, I plastered my mouth to her snatch and began to lick at her clit. It was like an electric charge had been sent through her body. She stiffened and emitted a groan that was almost painful to the ear. Briefly I thought of stopping, but again her hands on my head prevented me from pulling away. The more I lapped and slithered my tongue over her clit the more pronounced her reactions became. I felt her hands pull me tighter against her and she began to arch and hump her pussy against my mouth. Her moans and groans gave way to sharp, clipped phrases I could not decipher as she had reverted back to her mother-tongue. I tasted her juices as she mashed her pussy against my mouth, a tangy sweetness that I couldn't seem to get enough of.

Knowing she was on the verge of an incredible orgasm, and certainly not wanting to deny her this pleasure I reached up and, giving her tit a squeeze and her nipple a sharp pinch that seemed to drive her to new heights, I applied steady pressure to her until I felt her submit and recline. With Millie in her new position, I motioned for her to bring her feet up and rest them on the edge of the bed. This position made her completely open to me and, gently pushing her knees down, gave me room to slide my fingers over her entire pussy right down to her ass.

I returned to lapping at her cunt and ran the tip of my tongue along the edge of her pussy lips. This caused her to clutch the bedding and emit another wonderful groan.

"Oh Dennis, you're doing marvelous things to me." She panted. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

I watched as she brought the back of her hand to her mouth and she bit it. I relished the fact that I was giving her so much pleasure, and I wanted to give her more. Pointing my tongue, I pushed it into her pussy. This caused her to cry out.

"Dennis, what you're doing to me..."

I cut her words short by driving my tongue into her pussy again and again. Fucking her like it was a cock. I felt one of her hands return to my head and, grabbing a handful of hair, held me so I wouldn't leave her until the job was finished.

At first it was almost imperceptible, Millie's legs began to tremble just a little, and then the trembling became more pronounced, her thigh muscles twitching. As her trembling became more intense so did her moans and sighs until she was almost bouncing and wailing. She rubbed her pussy from my chin to nose. Half of what she was saying I couldn't understand except I knew she liked what was being done to her. When she arched her back and stiffened, emitting a strangled moan, I knew that she was being wracked by the first spasms of a gut-wrenching orgasm. Fluid filled my mouth - something I had never experienced before - but it wasn't unpleasant and, once she finished filling my mouth, I reverted to placing small light kisses all over her pussy until she relaxed and her breathing returned to normal.

"For such a young man, you are certainly talented." Millie panted. "That was the very best I have ever cum." She was stroking her hand through my hair.

I began kissing my way from her pussy, pausing to swipe at her clit with my tongue which caused her body to jolt and a subsequent purr like a contented kitten. Continuing upwards, I let my hands move of their own accord to her tits and began to toy with the fleshy mounds.

"I'm not finished with you yet, Millie." I planted a few more kisses.

"Oh, I hope not." She sighed. "You are such a nice young man, why couldn't you have been born sooner and we could be true lovers?" It was a whimsical thought, but one that found its way to some recess in my brain to sit and stew.

"Who says we can't be true lovers now, Millie?" I asked after kissing her sweet lips.

Without waiting for an answer, I gripped my cock in my hand and began to swipe it along her pussy lips. The touch was electric and I wanted nothing more than to plunge into her, but I held myself at bay. I pressed a bit of my cock into her and stared at her face as it braced for the pleasure her body was about to feel.

"How long has it been since you've been fucked Millie?" I asked, panting next to her ear.

"Too long." She groaned. "Years - perhaps three or four."

I pressed my cock further into her and felt her trying to push back against me in an attempt to swallow me whole.

"Really?" I teased. "Are you sure you want it?" She stared at me with an almost hate-filled look.

"Dennis," she whispered, "you shouldn't tease an old lady like tha..."

Her words were cut off as I pressed my cock home and slid easily up inside her. Millie's eyes went as wide as saucers both from surprise of my delivery as well as from the pleasure. In what may have been seen as desperation, Millie gripped my head and drew it to her own for the kiss of all kisses. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and almost to my tonsils. I marveled at this woman - the girls I was used to being with were, for the most part, starfish. Lied there and took it, never really enjoying sex, as though it was some sort of social duty. Even at Millie's age, her pussy was the tightest I had ever been in and I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping and milking my cock. She responded almost violently as I slipped my cock out of her and slammed it back in with force.

"Oh! Fuck me Dennis." Her tongue was licking the remnants of her pussy juice off my face. "Fuck me harder." I slammed into her again and again.

"HARDER!" she was tossing her head from side to side. "Oh, please fuck me harder, my lover."

I straightened up, glad that the mattress was at cock level when I stood beside it. I took her legs and placed an ankle on each shoulder - not concerning myself with her sprain in the slightest - nor did she. Grabbing her thighs, I began to slam into her with as much force as I could muster. Millie turned into the biggest fuck machine ever and I was getting closer to cumming with each thrust as well as watching her reactions. The final straw for me was when I looked down and saw my cock burying itself in the sweetest, nicest pussy I have ever seen with its clit peeking out from under its hood. I reached down and, placing my hand on her abdomen, pressed my thumb against her clit and began swishing back and forth.

"Oh fuck, Dennis, oh fuck!" she wailed. "Cum for me beautiful boy! Fill me with your cum!" Millie's orgasm sent me over the top and I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell at the same time. The intensity of my cumming made my knees weak and buckle. This caused me to lose my footing and my cock slopped out of her cunt. My cum splattered over her belly, onto her tits and some even landed on her face. Millie didn't seem to mind and she reached between her legs to cup herself as though in an attempt to capture the feelings of her own orgasm as I flopped onto the bed beside her trying to regain my breath and my strength.

I rolled onto my side to face her and watched as she slid her fingers from her pussy and began scooping up my cum.

"You made a mess, my lover. But thank you for leaving me a gift." With that, I watched as she began licking my goo off of her fingers. I found this amazing and very erotic as, up to this point, no girl I had been with would ever swallow. Oh, sure. I could cum in their mouths, but they always spit it out or let it slide down my cock as they were finishing a blow job. Here was a woman who seemed to really enjoy the taste.

When she was finished, Millie rolled over to face me and smiled. She kissed me deeply and, leaning back after she finished, smiled.

"You have made me feel like a woman again, you know." There was a gentle tenderness in her voice. "For years I felt like a.." She searched for the word "I felt like a prune."

I reached out and absently began to rub her breast and tweak her nipple. Reciprocating, Millie reached down and began to stroke my hardening cock. Something was on her mind and I thought it best to let her get out whatever it was that was on her mind.

"Can I ask you a question?" She seemed uncertain, "That you will answer with truth?"

"Ask me anything, Millie." I smiled reassuringly. "If you're in an area where I feel uncomfortable, I'll tell you."

"Do you mean what you say? Or are you just humoring an old lady?" I could swear there was a tear in her eye, but maybe it was just the light.

"I've never said anything I didn't mean." I replied in all honesty. "But could you be a bit more specific?"

"You said I was beautiful." I could see this was very hard for her and I stopped her before it became unbearably painful.

"You are." I said matter of factly. "You are gorgeous. And your body is amazing."

"Would you care to wake up beside an old lady?" She was too proud to have to go through begging me to stay and I leaned over and kissed her gently, letting my tongue lick across her lips until she parted them and allowed mine to slip past her teeth to caress hers.

"I'm glad you asked that." I smiled and gently pushed her onto her back. "I'm not done with you yet and what I have in store may take all night." I let my hand worm its way down her body to her pussy and I began to stroke it again. Millie closed her eyes with pleasure as I brushed my fingertips over her clit. Her legs parted for me again and I pushed two fingers into her still sopping pussy.

I pulled out my fingers and brushed her lips with them. Her mouth opened and her tongue scoured my digits clean. Surprise number two, Millie liked the taste of her pussy. The look she gave me was startling. It was almost as if she could read my mind but instead she pushed herself to her side and then forced me onto my back. She began to lower herself to take my now hard cock into her mouth.

"Shift around, Millie." I pleaded. I wanted more of her pussy.

She smiled the brightest smile and then scooted herself so that she was straddling my face with her gaping pussy only inches from my tongue. Without any flourish, Millie took my cock in her mouth and began pistoning her head up and down on my rod. She was as artful as she was enthusiastic and soon I felt the head strike the back of her throat and her chin against my pubic bone. She was a pro at it and I delved into her pussy for a second shot at her.

Millie would slide her lips over my cock right to the base of my shaft then, coming up for air, would let her tongue swirl along the shaft and finally swirl around the head. She was driving me crazy with her oral ability to the point where it distracted me from my chosen task of tonguing her pussy and clit. Finally, Millie had enough sucking and spun around to hover her dripping pussy over my cock. She stared wantonly at me.

"I love the way you feel inside me." She gripped my cock and positioned it at the mouth of her cunt, closed her eyes and sunk down on its length. Leaning over, she brushed her tits across my mouth and face, sliding her nipples across me, allowing me to suck hard on them for a moment and then pull them away. Millie ground her clit across my pubic bone and with each cycle, verbalized what was going on in her mind.

"I love how you fill me." She panted as she thrust herself down on my cock.

"I love how you stretch my pussy." Another thrust.

"I want you to cum inside me this time." Another grunt and thrust.

I didn't want it to end, but I had other plans for her. Seizing her hips, I began to rabbit my cock in and out of her, listening to her groan in my ears. She was, I noted, somewhat insatiable. I continued to pump her and was glad to see her hand reach down to play with her clit.

"I'm going to cum, Millie." I grunted.

"Yes, cum for me lover." She panted.

I thrust up hard into her and heard her catch her breath as I connected with her cervix. Keeping the momentum, I pulled her arm and rolled her onto her back. Quickly, I pulled my cock from her snatch and slid across the bed towards her head. If she was surprised, she never showed it when I took her head and pushed my cock into her mouth. I began to fuck her mouth and, using one hand to cradle her head, used the other to jack myself until I felt my cock begin to spurt again. This time, I was shooting my cum directly into her mouth.

Millie swallowed like a woman possessed but it was gratifying to see some cum slip past her lips and begin to ooze down her cheek. She had one of her hands cradling and milking my balls while the other was busy between her legs, fingering herself and damn near brutalizing her clit until, at last, she came as well. My grunting and her moaning were the only things to be heard in the house, and they were the last things I heard as, exhausted, I collapsed beside her and fell into a deep slumber.

The house was in darkness when I woke, an amazing sensation coursing through me and in the fog of disturbed deep sleep, realized I was cumming yet again. When I reached down, I touched Millie's platinum hair. She had been administering a wonderful blowjob and I had been asleep through most of it. It still felt wonderful to cum in her warm mouth, and it felt equally wonderful to have her curl up beside me, using my arm as her pillow and pressing her naked form against me. I didn't even mind when she kissed me and I tasted the saltiness of my cum on her lips.

When I finally woke, the bedroom was silent and the bed was empty. The sun was bright but because the windows faced west, the lighting was soft and easy on my eyes. Tossing back the covers, I stood and noticed a rich, soft bathrobe had been left for me on the edge of the bed. Donning it, I opened the bedroom door to the scents that only a wonderful breakfast can emit. I followed my nose to the kitchen and tuning the corner, my heart melted. Millie was standing before the large glass windows of the breakfast nook in a very sheer robe. Her hair was fixed and fresh make-up applied. Her statuesque body was there for my eyes to drink in. The sight of her breasts with their pink, pointy nipples and her tight ass began to cast their spell on me again as I recalled the night's activities. It wasn't until she moved that I even noticed she was using the crutches I had brought over.

"Ah, my sleeping Dennis has woken!" She was radiant when she smiled. "I see you found the robe I left for you."

I walked over to her and kissed her long and hard, letting my tongue search her mouth as my hand reached down to cup and caress her ass.

"Good morning, beautiful." I murmured. I trailed my hand from her ass up to her tits as I stood back to watch her reaction. Her eyes closed and she was enjoying the touch. Finding the opening to her robe, I slid my hand in and caressed her naked flesh, brushing her nipples and gently dragging my fingernails across the undersides of her tits. I was still amazed at how youthful her body was and it was causing me to get hard.

"The food will get cold." She complained without meaning it. Her hardening nipples were giving her away.

"Let it." I stepped in and kissed her again, this time I let my hand wander down to her pussy and slipped my finger along her slit. Millie drew a breath.

"You are a bad boy!" She breathed. I could feel her beginning to moisten and I pressed a little harder. Millie grabbed my shoulder for support and I felt her legs spread a little wider for my access.

"I'm the badest." I teased and I slid my forefinger up into her pussy. "Don't you want me to be bad, Millie?" I taunted. I withdrew my finger and pressed it back inside of her which caused her to bite on her lower lip. I continued to finger-fuck her, enjoying the way her breathing was changing. Backing her up, I directed her body until her ass pressed against one of the stools. She instinctively raised her injured leg so that she was able to rest at least part of her ass on the seat. I stepped forward and pressed my very hard cock against her gash.

"Now I'm going to show you how bad I can be." I said as I pressed myself into her hot, molten center.

"Oh Dennis." Millie panted. "This is a wonderful way to start a day." She grunted as she accepted another stabbing of my rod. "Any day!"

It was wonderful fucking Millie like that, in the kitchen, first thing in the morning. She was hot and wet and ready - most important, she was willing and she was certainly letting me have my way with her. I leaned down and sucked her tit into my mouth, letting it slide out until just the nipple was in my mouth and then sucking it and as much of her tit back into my mouth. I felt Millie's hands rake my back and knew there would be welts. So be it. I kissed up her neck to her ear.

"I just love fucking you Millie." I panted. "I can't seem to get enough of you."

"And I love being fucked by you, Dennis." She breathed into my ear.

It was almost as though she was weighing options but after a few more thrusts she finished her thought.

"You can have me whenever you want." I felt her teeth bite into my shoulder. "Please take me whenever you want."

I could feel my load getting ready to dump and told her I was about to cum. She surprised me by wrapping her legs around my waist and started to hump me back.

"Oh shit, Millie," I groaned, "you're going to do me innnnnnnnn" At that moment I exploded. My cock erupted sending gobs of warm seed deep inside her pussy.

"I can feel you cum," she cried, "I can feel it shooting your cum inside me." With that, Millie, too, started to cum for me.

When we were somewhat composed, Millie slid off the chair and my cock popped free. Dropping to her knees, she began to lick my shaft, lapping up the combination of her juices and my cum. When she was finished, she straightened and I kissed her again.

"Now, it's time for a cold breakfast." She scolded.

As we sat and ate, I noticed Millie getting flashes of a far away look on her face and noticed she shifted a lot in her chair.

"Are you alright?" I asked. Millie looked at me and blushed furiously. I pressed her a little further. Finally, looking sheepishly down at her plate, she fessed up.

"You are leaking out of me." She said flatly. I laughed.

"Well, what goes up, must come down." I countered.

"But it makes me hot again." I could barely hear her she was talking so low.

"And that's a problem?" I asked. She looked up into my eyes.

"Don't you think that it is odd for an old woman to get turned on by cum oozing out of her?" I couldn't believe she was serious.

"No, of course not," I admonished. A light went off in my head. "What do you usually do about it?" I asked innocently enough, or so I thought, but Millie saw right through it.

"It has been so long, I have forgotten." She countered. I saw the glint in her eye. "I think I used to give myself an orgasm."

"So?" I was getting horny again and my cock, sore as it was, was getting ready to go again. "I think you need to show me how you did it." I was an inquisitive kid, after all. The blush radiating from Millie's face was sweet. I figured she just needed a bit if an ice-breaker. I stood and walked around the table to face her, my cock pointing out from my robe. I wrapped my fist around it and began to stroke its length.

"I think that you should just show me how you make yourself cum, Millie." I cooed. Millie was staring at my hand sliding up and down my cock. "I think you should spread your beautiful legs and show me how you touch your sweet pussy to make yourself cum."

Millie's eyes remained focused on my hand as she spread her legs, taking advantage of the table and resting her injured leg on the table top. My cum was shining on her thighs and pussy and I watched intently as she ran her finger along her slit, bring it to her mouth to lick it clean only to return it. She pressed the balls of her fingers against her clit and began a slow circular motion.

"Do you like what I'm doing to myself, Dennis?" Millie's voice was hoarse with arousal.

"I love watching you." I replied. My hand was still busy on my shaft.

When her fingers were wet enough, Millie pushed one into herself and slowly drew it back out. Her hiss conveyed her pleasure.

"I love watching you please yourself, too." She breathed. "I'm remembering how it felt to have you in me."

She added a finger and was picking up speed. She brought her other hand to her clit and began to rub across it. I picked up speed as well. I wanted to cum all over her.

Millie's eyes were fixed on my hand as it sped into a blur. She added a third finger and began to really pound them into her pussy. She began to sigh and whimper as her pleasure mounted.

"I'm not going to last too much longer, Dennis." She panted. "Let's cum together. I want to see you shoot your cream."

I could feel my balls tighten the more I watched her finger herself. I was almost beside myself, wanting to try something new to bring me over the edge, but I had already fucked her, she had sucked my cock until I came - which she lapped up and swallowed, I'd even cum all over her and watched as she scooped it up like it had been melted ice cream.

Millie's build up brought me back to the present and I watched as her eyes closed and her head lolled back,

"Oooooohhhh, Dennis. I'm cumming for you." Her legs began to shake and I watched fascinated as her abdominal muscles rippled. I took a step closer as my cock erupted, sending my spunk in arches through the air, only to land on her stomach, tits and thighs. I grunted from deep within and, combined with Millie's yelps, made for beautiful music. I leaned in and, grabbing her hair in my hand, twisted her head and kissed her hard, almost painfully. I took my hand from my cock and used it to smear my cum all over her, taking time to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. Drawing back, Millie forced her fingers into my mouth or I could taste her. We finished, both breathing hard, out foreheads against each others. Millie broke the silence.

"I suppose that you will be off back to your life now, won't you, Dennis?" There seemed to be regret in her voice.

"Actually, Millie, I meant what I said." I wanted this to be right. "You are a beautiful woman, you have a terrific body and you're fun to be around."

"But...?" She seemed so certain I was going to run away.

"And," I continued, "You certainly love sex." Millie smiled at this but there was still wariness in her eyes.

"I do love sex." She confirmed. "It's been years, but I could have sex all day." She cast her eyes down for a moment. "I am, what you would call, a whore?" She looked at me for confirmation that she was using the right word and saw me frown.

"I wouldn't use the term ‘whore', Millie." I admonished. "Nympho? Maybe sex-starved?" I decided to press my request home and in order to make sure there was no misunderstanding, dropped my hand to her pussy and began to gently rub over it.

"Do you want to be my nympho, Millie?" I asked, my voice heavy with lustful emotion. "Do you want me to fuck you as often as you want? Wherever I want it?" She was getting wet yet again.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Would you suck my cock whenever I wanted?" A part of my brain was really enjoying this line of questioning. "Drink my cum down every day?" I pushed my fingers into her and she groaned.

"Oh, yessss Dennis."

"Would you let me sleep with you every night so you were never alone or lonely again?" Millie was beginning to hump her pussy against my fingers.

"I'd love that. I hate being alone." He r hand reached for my cock and she began to stroke its length. "Are you telling me you want to stay with me? And you will fuck me?" She seemed very warm at the idea. "Is that because you're young and horny?"

"It's because I think you're amazing, Millie," I pressed my cock against her pussy and we both watched as it slipped easily inside her. "And because you're the best looking nympho I've ever met."

"You're supposed to be at school now." She was finding it hard to talk with my cock sliding in and out of her.

"It's review." I panted, considering it odd to be discussing my studies at such a time.

"Oh, fuck me Dennis." She panted. "Fuck me hard." I began to thrust into her, doubting I was going to cum again. "After we shower, we can go get some of your things and try it out."

That was the start of a relationship that lasted for years with plenty of recovery for both Millie and I and a lot more experiences.