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Don't believe what you hear about old men...take my word for that.

I was 19 and in my second year of college. My parents didn’t have a lot of money to send me to college, so I went to work at various jobs like working in a convenience store, a filling station, and finally as a home health aide. The last job is when all the fun began and honestly I don’t regret a second of it.

I was short, 5’ on the mark, 102 lbs with my shoes on, 34b [34c with tissues], sandy brown hair, hazel eyed contacts. Now that sounds nice, but in truth I was short, skinny, and very average looking. Definitely not a stunner. All that made my early sexual life rather nonexistent. I had done a little touchy feely sort of things but never did get to the main event. You know…first base, second base…well I stayed in the dugout. Now I knew how all the systems worked and such and I’d heard about the great variety of male implements. Just that I never got to put all the information and misinformation together. A great piece of misinformation comes up, quite literally, later.

Now I went to work for Gerald Martin about halfway through that second year of college. He said he would pay me quite well to do some house cleaning, laundry, shopping, and such. Well, I was used to all that stuff from chores at home. He even told me I could use his car to get back and forth from my dorm to his house. Why would he be that generous? He was either quite old and sort of housebound or he was filthy rich. Well, filthy rich only happens in fairy tales. Gerald was 83 and had a stroke a few years ago. He could get around his house okay, but needed help with daily chores. So I went to work for him.

It was not hard work and Gerald was very nice. He was always happy and joked with me often. He would tell me great stories about when he was young. Apparently he was also quite a ladies man and would talk about all his children, none by wives by the way. He had a little record book he kept in a drawer. It listed ALL the women he had slept with and ALL the children. Wow…he populated a small city. But all that was in the past or so I thought.

Over time we became closer and he freely flirted with me. I thought it harmless enough. After all, he was 83 years old. All the old juices must have become quite harmless by now. Women go through "the change" so men must also. Okay, so I wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack.

One Saturday afternoon as I had finished my duties and was preparing to go back to my dorm, Gerald asked if I would like to join him for dinner, providing I was the cook. I thought it amusing the way he put it and I really had nothing planned for the evening so I thought why not. So I prepared some baked chicken, rice, and salad. We sat and ate and talked further. At one point he came right out and told me he was looking at me and had thoughts of making love to me. I was sipping some coffee at the time and nearly choked.

"What’s the matter, dear, do you find me undesirable?"

"Not at all? No, I surely don’t think that about you at all."

In fact, he was still a somewhat handsome man, a bit wrinkled and showing the signs of age, but still pleasant looking. He must have been quite the prize when he was young.

"Well the, do you think I’m not able?"

Well, that thought had passed through my mind.

"Now that I wouldn’t know." I smiled at him some.

"There is one sure way to find out."

"Gerald! You are doing more than flirting with me now."

We both laughed and he reached and took my hand.

"But I’m not just flirting. Come with me."

Okay so I was going to be easy, but then it might all not work anyway and I felt there was little chance of losing my virginity.

We got up and he lead me by my hand into his bedroom. I do recall thinking that I had no idea what I was doing. This was all rather sort of crazy, but he was a really nice man and in some regards I could surely do much worse. And, NO, I wasn’t thinking like a gold digger. Truth is I wasn’t thinking at all, just going with the flow.

When we got into the bedroom he sat on the edge of the bed and told me to slowly undress for him, not a fancy strip show, just nice and slowly undress. I took off my sneakers and sox and placed them neat a chair. Then I pulled my tee shirt over my head. I was wearing just a simple white, front clasp bra. He commented that the very plain bra complimented me. Then I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down over my hips into a pile on the floor. I stepped out of them and bent to pick them up. He told me to just leave them there with the tee. He said he liked the way they looked there, very natural. I was then standing there in a plain white bra and, yes, plain white panties, bikini style. He then reached out and put his hands on my hips and rubbed them. He said he was glad I was wearing panties and not a thong. He said a thong would make me look cheap. He leaned back again and made a motion toward my bra, indicating I should remove that. I opened the clasp and pulled the bra away.

He smiled and commented how they were perfect for my size. That did make me feel pretty good. He put his hands out and cupped each breast. It wasn’t the first time they’d been touched but he did it with great skill. Lots of practice, clearly. He then took each nipple between thumb and finger and applied just enough pressure to make them stiffen and send little shocks right down my body. He rolled his fingers around on my nipples causing more sensations. I moaned at how good it felt.

He then leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard and then ground his teeth on it. That sent immense waves through my whole body. I had never had that done before. I went weak in my knees and started to collapse. He pulled back and let go of my breasts.

Then he leaned back again and said I should remove my panties. By then my body was quite warm and there was clearly a wet spot right in the front of my panties. He said he was happy to see that we were having that effect on me and he assured me he was being affected also. I then pulled my panties down over my hips and let them drop to the floor with my bra.

He reached out and cupped my pussy and ran his fingers through the hair. He said he was so happy that I didn’t shave but just sort of trimmed only a little bit. Now, there wasn’t a jungle there, but there was a full growth. I didn’t have a revealing bathing suit and I wasn’t showing the patch off to anyone so I didn’t do anything fancy with it.

He then stood put his hand back over my pussy and I could feel his middle finger begin to work between my lips and push into me. Now the shocks were going the other way. I could feel my moisture pouring out on his hand...and so could he. He pushed his finger in deeper and it bumped against my hymen. He looked at me with a look of shock and delight.

"So then...you are a virgin."

"Yes..." I whispered lowly.

"Well then...do you wish to stop what we have started?"

The question sort of shocked me. He was actually offering me a chance to retain my virginity...it was up to me. The feelings I was having were overwhelming and I was prepared to let it go further. After all, he might not be able to do the deed anyway. I could yet be safe.

"No...please go on...it feels good." I said in a hushed voice.

He began to probe more around my lips and pushed gently against my hyman. There was no fear he would break through at this point. He then pulled his wet finger out of my pussy and slid it down and under and found the small opening of my anus. He told me to just relax and he slid his finger in. It hurt a little but he was slow and gentle with me.

For the next fifteen minutes or so he just felt my body, probing my pussy and anus and squeezing my nipples. He had me in an absolute state. Then he let go of me and leaned back. I was standing there shaking with excitement. He just looked me up and down and just him doing that excited me more.

Then he stood up and started to undress himself. Okay, he's 83 years old and, yes, I was expecting a wrinkly old man...which is what he was. He took off his shirt and tee shirt. His skin was pale and wrinkled but it looked so soft and smooth. I reached out, almost involuntarily, and ran my hand out and put it to his chest. I could feel his heart beating. He was indeed soft and smooth to the touch. There was just a hint of grey hairs on his chest. He sat back on the bed and kicked off his shoes then reached down and pulled off his socks. Then he stood again and reached to his pants and slid them easily down to his ankles and stepped out of them. His legs were sort of spindly, smooth and hairless.

He then reached to the band of his boxers and I was afraid to look. I'd touched a few but never seen one real close up as I was about to. He slowly slid them down and let them, drop to the floor. I stared between his legs. His balls were in a very low hanging sac and looked a bit shriveled. His penis looked to be of a decent sort of size I guess. Maybe hard it would be about four inches. I'd heard they shrink with age...so far so good. He was not circumcized. I was thinking it looked like je might have erectile dysfunction...could be a good think...maybe just a manual thing rather than the real thing. His butt was small, sort of concave, and wrinkled. Okay...so it wasn't that tanned buff body women dream about...but he was smiling.

Without talking he took my hand and we laid down on the bed. For the longest time he ran his hand over my body and in my body in some of the greatest foreplay a woman could ask for. A number of times I nearly reached orgasm. He would sense as I was hitting my peak and he would back off and bring me back down. I responded by following his lead and stroking his body. I spent conmsiderable time with his penis in my hands and it never got hard. This was going to be okay.

He told me to turn around and lay on him so we could 69 for a while. Now this I was not thrilled about for two reasons. One, I had never done that and two, I was not thrilled about my first time being with a shriveled penis, but he was making me feel so good I decided to give it at least a try...fake it if I could. He clearly had done this many MANY times. His tongue and fingers drove me crazy. That time I orgasmed incredibly and it seemed I could not stop. I had been using my hand on his penis and balls and sort of just blowing warm air across it. In the middle of that fantastic orgasm I opened my mouth and pushed my head down over his penis, taking in as much as I could. I felt it sort of throb a little in my mouth but still didn't harden. Maybe he needed Viagra, but I wasn't going to ask him...I was too busy.

After my second fantastic orgasm he maneuvered me to the side and had me lay next to him. I played with is penis some more and all of a sudden it started to get hard. He pushed my head down toward his lap and I took him in my mouth...my second oral experience. This caused him to get very hard and I learned something about old men...don't judge the size when it's shriveled. He was easily 6" and it was still growing.

He told me to get on my hands and knees as doggie was the best way for him. He stood up and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Then he stood behind me and placed the head of his penis in me and reached under and began to play with my clit. Off I went again!! He was moving backward to respomnd to his hand and at the same time I was riding back on his penis. Then it bumped into my hymen. He then grabbed my hips and pulled back and pushed forward. I saw lightning flash in front of my eyes and an incredible pain inside me. He drove all the way in and stopped. He reached under again and rubbed my lips and my clit. The lightning faded and the pain diminished. He then moved back and forth and we set up a rhythm that made me climb to the peak again. I went over the edge feeling so good and thinking I was getting laid for the first time. Then I felt him tense up, felt his penis throb, and a sudden wetness inside me. He collapsed on my back and held me tightly.

After we both recovered somewhat we laid down next to each other. We talked about how good it felt. He told me that if I wanted he would be able to go again but it would be a while. I told him I would enjoy that. Later that night we repeated the performance.

The one thing I didn't think about any great deal was the notion that he could make me pregnant. Pregnancy was not something I studied at all. Sure I knew the mechanics...and we just did the mechanics...but I wasn't sure if I was in a fertile time or not and he was, after all, 83 years old. How much sperm could there be?

Over the next couple of days, we did it a few more times. He was a horny old man and capable of keeping up. I now knew why he fathered so many. I did get a little concerned so I thought I better take some precautions. I went to the pharmacy and got an IUD, figuring that would be enough. Over the next few weeks we would make love on occasion, mostly one night during the week and on Saturday night.

One morning I woke up feeling a little bloated and a bit nauseous. Then I checked my calendar and realized I had missed my period. My periods were not real regular so at first I wasn't concerned all that much. The next day I still was feeling nauseous and was getting concerned I might have the flu or something. Or something? No...can't be. I was sure it was the flu, but I went to the pharmacy and purchased two ept's. I sat in the bathroom and did the first one. Oh my god! It was positive! I sat there with my jeans and panties down around my ankles just looking. I went back to class and at the end of the day did the other ept. Same thing! Okay, now what?

I went to his house to do my daily work. He sensed that I was not feeling well and asked what was wrong.

"I'm pregnant..."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I don 't really know. I can't have an abortion...just can't."

"I would not let you, I will tell you I was hoping you would be."

"What? Why?"

"I like you..."

"So all the women you like you get pregnant?"

"Pretty much I used to. And when you came here I wanted to do it with you."

"But what am I going to do? I'm in school, can barely pay my bills, and now a baby? This is not going to work." I started to cry.

He took me in his arms and pulled me gently to his chest, putting his hand on my belly.

"It will indeed work. This little baby is mine also. I will make this simple for you and we can discuss the finer points later. You and I will marry. I know...you 19 and me old enough to be your great grandfather, but it will work. As my wife, you are taken care of."

The "finer points" as he put it are not important. What is important is that nine months later I had a very cute little girl and he was thrilled. After six weeks, during which there was a good deal of oral activity, we started full on sex again. It appears both of us were really very fertile and I was pregnant again. We repeated that process again and again I was pregnant. We had three beautiful girls in the space of just over two years. The fourth attempt ended in two spontaneous miscarriages.

Shortly after that, Gerald had another stroke, followed not long after by fatal heart attack. It was a brief marriage but a wonderful one.

Oh, as a final note, I'm now with a very nice man...71 years old and pregnant again.

Never trust an old man.