Our Tattered Lives

"Okay," Natasha said. "I might be a little late but not much."

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Afterward the theater, Dale had driven Natasha home. She had recently moved from nurse's quarters to a small apartment not far from the medical school and hospital.

She had said, "You'll come in for a nightcap, of course"

They rode the gleaming, silent elevator to her floor, and then turned down a birch paneled corridor, their footsteps silenced by the deep broadloom. He had raised his eyebrows and Natasha timidly smiled.

"It is a little awesome, isn't it, it was my parent's idea, they are a little old fashioned and disagree with what they thought of as the promiscuity of the nurses building, I'm still impressed myself."

She had used her key to open a door and inside touched a switch. Tasteful, subdued lighting sprang in an elegant lounge. He could see the partly opened door of a bedroom, directly ahead.

"Would you like a drink" she asked.

Her back to him, as ice clinked she asked, "Dale, have you never gotten married?"

"No" he had answered to her back. And said to himself "I've sometimes wondered why"

Natasha turned, carrying the drinks and gave Dale his, then moved to a chair.

He said thoughtfully," Now that I think of it, I wanted a career in medicine. At the time it seemed terrible important. That and marriage didn't seem to go together"

She asked, "Any regrets?"

Dale considered, "Not really, at least not until now, I've achieved what I wanted, I have my niche in medicine, I am respected and I think I'm a good surgeon. Of course, sometimes one wonders how things would have turned out with a different decision, but after all, that's the human condition isn't it?"

"I suppose so" she was strangely moved, there was a sense of depth and tenderness about Dale.

"I'm no longer dogmatic about anything" he smiled. "That, at least, I've learned with age".

Natasha wondered what, from her own point of view, marriage to Dale would be like. Would there be love and mellowness, how would they adjust? If married how would they spend their time after his work time. Would the talk be intimate and domestic? Or would it be about his work and hospital.

Dale finished his drink and rose to leave; he realized they both had said more than had passed in words.

"There is really no need for you to go Dale. Stay if you like, I wish you would" Natasha had said it simply, and knew if he stayed it would be up to him what happened next.

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And so he stayed. As the evening progressed, with wine and his constant and very gratifying attention, her nipples had hardened again and again, finally sending her to the bathroom to place some tissue between her pussy and panties to absorb the moisture she was producing. Yet, for all his teasing, he remained the perfect gentleman seeping his drink and placing, from time to time, his hand in hers with a subtle caress; as their hands touched, the contact sent impassioned flames of desire coursing through their bodies. Sseveral drinks later, Dale considered prudent to end the night and go home.

Both their libidos were highly aroused as they parted company. Each masturbated to orgasm dreaming of the other in their beds that night. Hormones he had forgotten in his mature years renewed his interest in sex and life as they raced through his body, followed by the goose bumps and shivers they produced.

Next morning he noticed the more conservative clothing she wore when she arrived at the nurse's station to work with the team. He was in love with her, knowing it to be the foolish dreams of a sexually deprived older man. He forcibly shoved his growing desire to the back of his mind. She, on the other hand, allowed her growing love of him to blossom and began to contrive how she might seduce him without letting him know she was the aggressor. Natasha understood he was of the old school and that he believed he should make the first move.

The next night, after he had invited her to dinner again, she planned her wardrobe carefully picking what she believed to be the most provocative yet, demure, elegant, and classy outfit she could devise. Natasha wore a short skirt and a semi-opaque blouse of a gauzy material; she decided to use her new underwear, a tiny Victoria's Secret set, allowing her pendulous bosom sway and jounce with every movement she made.

She completed her outfit with an elegant and light coat of black leather, and knee high leather boots,

He watched her mesmerized as she slowly walked down to the curb where he had his car waiting, but the glimpses she allowed him galvanized him to new heights of fervency. As he opened her side of the car door he was afforded a quick peek of her long and beautiful thighs. His long time forgotten hormones raged as he attempted to hide his unusual arousal from her, yet he still insisted on being the perfect gentleman, despite the blouse that allowed her erect nipples to be glimpsed even if only slightly through the semi opaque blouse and behind the leather coat.

After a wonderful dinner accompanied by two bottles of excellent Merlot, of which Natasha had consumed most of one, she was almost drunk, or if not, she was very, very happy, so they had decided not to go dancing as planned and return to her apartment.

When she tried to stand up getting out of the car she lost her balance and stumbled against him bringing her breasts against his chest. When he grabbed her to prevent her fall, his hands inadvertently went to her buttocks to support her and he felt the firm, almost naked, flesh. She, unable to help herself, giggled and kissed his neck as he held her; his face turned red as he attempted to apologize for touching her, however, she whispered in his ear that his touch was very pleasurable. After all, hadn't he saved her from a nasty fall?

Natasha kissed him on the lips, a luscious thank you, before releasing him. His hands shook like a teenager as his hormones raged from her stimulation. Then, she took everything into her own hands unable to restrain herself any longer; the wait for his first advance was over. She at once realized his fear of their age difference would not allow him to take advantage of her. Natasha with the recklessness of youth and the courage of the wine approached him again, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him tightly to her body she kissed him; it was a prolonged kiss, full of tongue, sexual promise and inflamed passionate desire. The sensation of the kiss lingered on his lips long after she broke contact to hold his head in her hand as he tried to further separate them. She whispered in his ear,

"Oh Dale, my body longs for you. And I belong to you; I don't care about our age difference. I know there is love between us and that makes the difference that worries you so much meaningless. Your body reacts to mine as mine reacts to you. This has nothing to do with age and everything to do with each of us recognizing a soul mate. I have tried to understand it and have no answers other than the one my body tells me. It is the age-old craving of a woman for her man."

"Baby" he replied, "I can't believe you are serious. I 'm almost old enough to be your grandfather, and I could certainly be your father, I'll be an old man before you are middle-aged, and probably die before you are fifty. I will not put you through the pain of loss. You're still too young to know your own mind"

"But you are neither my father nor grandfather. Then you deny you love me?" she asked. "Do you deny you crave my touch? Are you saying if I were to leave, you wouldn't experience any pain? The pain you want to keep from me?"

"No, please don't say that, I can't deny my love for you. However, I can save you from your own impetuosity, protect you from yourself. What would your parents think if you marry and set up house with me? I'm sure I'm as old as your parents. What would your friends say? No my love this is impossible."

"Don't you dare use that argument with me, I'm a woman. Young, yes, but not a baby" she replied in tears "This has nothing to do with anyone else. If you reject me now, you'll bring on me the pain of rejection. If you leave tonight, it will be forever, and it will take me years to recover, if I ever do."

Her body moved against him with shameless ardor attempting to coerce where verbal argument seemed to fail. Suddenly, he noticed his hands of their own volition had returned to the globes of her bottom now holding her tight against him. His erection was obvious to them both as she ground against it inducing him to further act on it. Dale could not help himself as the scent of a fully aroused woman wafted in the air. He began to sink into the abyss of her lust no longer able to contain his own needs; their lips once again sent messages of their needs.

His resistance vanished. First he helped her get to her apartment without tripping or falling, then he took the keys from her trembling hands opened the door and once inside closed and put the lock. She pushed him against the door and started kissing him. Their tongues entwined as she reached for him and unfastening his pants, she took his cock into her warm soft hand and gently guided it to her streaming pussy. She attempted to climb him like a monkey, her pussy searching for relief by the insertion of his potent flesh.

He stopped her took her hand and guided her to her bedroom and stripped them both before again taking her succulent ass into his hands squeezing her to him. This time, he initiated the kiss that consumed them in devouring sexuality. She writhed against him; he fondled her breasts feeling their fleshy weight, their roundness. Her nipples sprung into his hands, he rolled the sexy buds between thumb and forefinger eliciting groans of passion as her pussy raged with lust and her eyes wept.

The wafting, savory scent demanded he taste her; his fevered brain asked him to ravish her with his tongue. He was a man utterly possessed by a thousand demons of lust when he laid her on the bed. Docile, she awaited his approach. She held her legs wide open with an arm wrapped around each thigh, presenting her virgin pussy for his tonguing.

Her juices flowed like a river as his mouth descended onto the sweet savory succulence that would only partially sate his overwhelming thirst. Dale, not forgetting even for a second she was a virgin and this was her first time, sucked her nectar from its source creating further moans; his tongue danced on from her cunt lips to her clit, up and down, not inserting his tongue into the vagina.

Her juices continued to flow freely over his probing tongue bringing an intense sensuality to this act of love. Natasha felt in her womb and brains her impending orgasm; but each time she desperately reached for it, he would back off a little. Although she was on the precipice, he would not allow her the release she craved so intently. He seemed to know exactly when she was going to cumm and stopped just in the nick of time. Finally, in the throes of passion she sent her fingers to work under his ravishing tongue to finish herself what he didn't want to do, but he would not allow it and held her hand away from her sex.

Occasionally, he would remove his mouth form her crotch to watch her cunt heave up from the bed looking for his mouth and tongue while he enjoyed her fragrance. Eventually, his mouth moved up from her furnace and the molten lava, traveled up her body firing further the flames of passion with the tip of his tongue. He kissed her repeatedly finding and inflaming each new erogenous zone, her navel, her breasts, and her nipples. His tongue penetrated her mouth and at the same time his cock penetrated her cunt.

Something stopped him; the fog of desire that filled his brain began to dissolve. He had stumbled on her hymen, he was taking her virginity. The realization made him stop the penetration;

"Please Dale, don't stop, please my love, keep going" begged a delirious Natasha.

"I don't want to hurt you"

"It doesn't matter, keep pushing, it's only natural, I know what I'm talking about"

Dale pushed again breaking the membrane and filling her with such carnal sensations she climaxed immediately around his shaft. It was only the beginning. With each thrust of his cock, her body convulsed in orgasm after orgasm leaving her thrashing, biting, scratching and begging for more. He fucked her to sexual submission; then he felt his semen start spurting in her womb and a few minutes later they lay exhausted and fulfilled on the bed, their mixed juices flowing from her body.

His cock, still hard from their first fuck, was prepared for their second round. This time he would be more careful than the first time, so his body would enrapture her. He intended to enslave her forever with sexuality as she has enslaved him with her beauty. If they were going to be lovers, he insisted her as his dick entered her for a second time, then it must be a long lifetime commitment. His thrusting soon brought her close to orgasm; and as with his tongue, he would stop his big cock each time she grew close repeating this process time and time again.

Natasha's inexperience made her feel that her body was like a mass of jelly, and that her head was continuously exploding into a fireworks symphony of endless orgasms; Dale brought her closer and closer to the edge of the abyss, and each time she reached a higher plane of pleasure, she received more stimulation. She tensed with each approach to her orgasm until every muscle in her body strained for release; her body was a taut bowstring, waiting to be plucked.

Forcefully, he thrust his dick inside her sheath again and again; his cock struck the deepest part of her womb as he spewed his seed and flooded her with cum. Her response was an orgasm of such immense proportions that the spasms opened her cervix to the head of his prick so his emissions went to the far end. Natasha instinctively knew in that moment of erotic delight, he had impregnated her. This man, who only a few hours ago had argued his age was a barrier to their love, would now be the father of her child. As she moaned away the bliss, she told him she was sure she was pregnant with his child, but expected to be fucked many more times to be positive. He was surprised at how pleased he felt their union would result in a baby. His baby.

His age seemed to melt away as she mounted him to take her erotic revenge. Her cunt wanted to consume the new erection that shocked him with it almost immediate resurgence. Natasha crouched over his erection bringing her pussy slowly down, engulfing and devouring his penis with her cavity, still full of their cream from their last fuck. She leaned over so her dangling tits would drag her nipples across his chest and graze his nipples further arousing him. When he attempted to thrust upwards, she rode with him not allowing the friction he was trying to produce. Only when she felt his cock start softening slightly did she grind forcibly her cunt muscles against him to maintain his erection. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards his mouth and the nibbling and suckling of her nipples sent wonderful messages of passion to her twat. Her juices flowed down his shaft wetting his balls and ass with a continuous drip of cream. Impassioned, he finally let go of her breasts and reattached his mouth to hers as both his hands gripped her bum.

She fiercely prolonged the kiss, driving her tongue deep into his mouth, and sucking his tongue into hers. Natasha began a series of muscle exercises with her vagina, which sent ripples along the walls of her excited sex eliciting even stronger desires in him. His balls ached with his need for release once more. Using muscles she had exercised for this day, she began a series of squeezes that further engorged his already swollen cock; his sexual tension rose to a peak he had never before attained, and when she felt he was ready, maintaining the kiss and with saliva flowing into his mouth, she used his own strategy and thrust up and down forcibly several times. She drove his cock deep inside her as he erupted bathing her cunt in hot cum. She collapsed on his chest and said,

"This fuck guarantees me a baby and will seal our love".

Nine months later the baby was named Pierce

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But before Pierce was born there were some hard facts of life they should have taken into account. Everything had been very beautiful, fantastic. Cupid's arrow t had made them fall in love instantly; the loving dates; content, especially by Natasha, for their age difference; the hot sex, the beautiful making of love, in other words all the madness of love. All had been like living in a world of fantasy. But with her pregnancy, came the reality that forced them out of their cocoon and face hundreds of problems, of which it was not the least Natasha's parents' reaction.

Natasha's parents were very religious, with a very ultra conservative vision in every aspect of social life. They were anti-abortion, they were against premarital sex, and were furious with the conduct of their darling and only daughter. When she called them to announce their visit, her parent's reaction was coldest than the air coming down from Canada in winter.

When Natasha and Dale arrived at her family ranch the reception they received from her parents was even colder than the phone call had been. When her parents learned that their little girl was pregnant by that old lecher, they went berserk. They did not care that Dr. Dale Bridgeport, of whom they had never even heard, was a world-renowned physician, he had abused their child and they could not forgive. They did not want his daughter to marry an old man, almost the same age as themselves, they did not want an abortion, and did not want a grandchild born in sin.

For them it was an insoluble problem, so they retreated completely from the issue and asked the parents of their grandchild to go away and never return.

From that moment on their lives were full. They would feel that lack years later. After the first moments of anguish following the rejection of her parents, Natasha was happily involved in creating a home in which to raise her son, that husband could be proud of. Their marriage was attended by his colleagues and a few of her former nurse-friends. The first years of their marriage were happy, they had their son, Dale had his career and work at the university and hospital and Natasha had her home, her friends and her social life.

But over the years, as her son began to grow, Natasha's needs in bed weren't met. Moreover Dale spent increasingly more and more time in the college cloisters and the operating room that at home, his interest in sex waned with the increase in age, and when he turned fifty-five years they had intercourse, (not made love), once every month or month and a half

Natasha by contrast, was thirty-three years, in the prime of her maturity as a woman, and felt she needed more sex, she needed to fuck and be fucked, and not having sex, her needs increased exponentially. As a result, the marriage was on its way to the wreck. Not to divorce, mind you, they would not separate; they would maintain appearances for society and their son's sake. They were no longer lovers, sex was no more. They loved each other as good friends, not as lovers. This had been her first marriage to her first love.

It was also his first marriage, but to his second love. His first love was the practice and teachings of neurosurgery. He had missed living the mundane early years of his adulthood, and, like many successful men his age, had succumbed to the attraction of a younger, much younger woman and eagerly embraced her desire for a family, one that, at this time in his life, he would enjoy fully. He was a good husband and a better father, but the attraction of a second love often waned and Dr Bridgeport seemed to be following the path of so many others that had led to the estrangement with their wives — work was his primary focus and love.