Oh Okay Pt 02

Author's Note: "Oh - Okay" was originally intended to be a stand-alone story. However, in his comment, Dunkirk asked for a continuation in which Tanya becomes pregnant by Jack. That positive suggestion spun this sequel. Enjoy!

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"Jack, can I move in with you? Please? Pretty Please? I'll do anything you want...'anything,'" was all I remembered of Tanya's plea before uttering that fateful, "Oh - okay."

What was I thinking? What's was a sixty-nine-year-old, short, chubby, and out of shape guy like me taking up with an attractive nineteen-year-old, six-foot-tall, skinny, and physically fit Eurasian girl? Yes, Tanya and I really had become good friends to the point that on rainy late Friday night she showed up on my doorstep in her sopping wet jogging clothes. Somehow over the course of that weekend Tanya crawled into my bed (surprise); masturbated before me (stupefying); had me eat her pussy (most delicious); gave me her first blow job (absolutely incredible); lost her virginity to me (what a once-in-a-lifetime treat); and jumped my boner in the middle of the night to and riding my cock and me into utter submission (truly eye-opening). Hmmm, having said this, I can see in retrospect why I agreed to Tanya moving in with me.

I justified any doubts by telling myself that Tanya was a struggling college student whose vindictive and stingy grandparents refused to let her use the trust left to her by her deceased parents. I convinced myself that I was helping her stay out of unnecessary debt by providing her with a room in a three-bedroom house that only I occupied. I told myself that neither of us would feel alone now that we'd be living together. However, the only thing that I couldn't reconcile in my mind was how an unlikely twosome as us made out like bunnies in heat.

To make things worse, reality bit me hard when I helped Tanya pack up and move out of her dorm room. It was amazing how quickly the word got around and how many of her dorm mates just happened to drop by. While many said they were considering taking over her unit, most were intent on finding out how Tanya could afford to move out and more importantly, with whom. Seeing her interact with her peers, I was instantly reminded of just how young Tanya was.

When Tanya deflected the inquiries as to her future living arrangements, those asking shifted their focus to me who was somehow incongruously involved. Tanya dodged the specifics by referring to me as her "friend" (omitting the "with benefits" part), and most accepted her story since there no way in hell an old geezer such as myself could be more than just that. This consensus of opinion was a stinging revelation that shouted, "Hey stupid, wake up! You're screwing a sophomore college coed who's barely legal!"

However, any reservation that I might have had, disappeared when Tanya wrapped her luscious lips around my limp noodle and somehow sucked me into diamond-cutting hardness. All negative thoughts were replaced in my addled mind by the overwhelming desire to shove my energized manhood down her throat or up her snatch. Hey, can I help it if I'm a cradle robber and loving it?

Still, For appearance sake, all of Tanya's clothing and belongings went into the guest room. Should one of her classmates or member of the gym staff drop by uninvited, we could maintain the appearance of a room-and-board arrangement. What those who had the audacity to show up at our doorstep unexpectedly didn't know was that every night a nude Tanya cozied up to me in my bed every night.

"Do you know, Jack, there were times when I wonder if our three-generation-span relationship would work," Tanya confessed after a particularly strenuous sexual session. "But I think it's working, don't you think?"

"Yeah," I moaned in utter exhaustion, "I would be less than honest if I didn't say that there are times when your taste in music, your generational values, and outlook of the world are so different from mine that I had to shake my head. However, you, my cutie, have completely bewitched me with your feminine wiles and seductively challenging body."

"Say what? My 'challenging' body? What do you mean by that?"

"Don't get your panties in a twist," I quipped at Tanya's emotional response. "Our height difference does pose some challenges...and advantages. Like what? Hmmm, when we are standing to face each other, I noticed that my lips fall in between your lips and your nipples. To me, I just have to lift my chin up to kiss you or lower my mouth to suck on these delicious nipples of yours. Ummm..."

"No wonder my poor little babies have been so tender lately, you beast. And what other issues do you have with my tall skinny body?"

"Screwing you takes some adjustment, but it pays off to be creative. Let's take tonight for example. A certain horny teenager...yes, you were, Tanya...don't deny it...had to suck on a certain degenerate's dick to get a 'rise' out of him...ha, ha. But then that old lecher wanted to do her doggy-style. However, because her lovely legs are much longer than his, her butt was at a higher level than his dick.

"So, this wise ancient pervert has his lovely shift to a 'downward doggy' position by putting her head on the carpet, shifting her body forward rest on her forearms, and spreading her knees a bit to lower her butt for an easier entrance. Boy, did that little slut...

"Hey, I'm not a 'little slut!'"

"Okay, so when that 'big' slut found out that this modified position enabled her height-impaired senior citizen lover to fuck her hot wet tight pussy and rub her G-spot with his dick head..."

"Ooh, I love when you do that!"

"Hmmph! As I was saying before some sass-butt girl so rudely interrupted me, "...a certain someone found that she could also play with herself in this new position... something that this shameless half-Japanese co-ed loves to do..."

"Oh, yeah, Jack. Tonight's orgasm was terrific! But, I'm not a horny slut even though I may be somewhat slutty when it comes to you, Jack. In my defense, I find your very, very 'mature' body - your lips, tongue, fingertips, palm, and especially your irresistible penis - to be such a turn on that sex with you is super-fantastic!"

"Tanya, that's because I'm older than dirt and have known quite a few women; whereas, I'm the only guy you've ever known intimately. You have had no one to compare me against...not that I want you to."

"While that may be, I love what you do to me. You're a patient, funny, and inventive, and always willing to teach this clueless teenager how to be a wanton nympho. I love you, Jack."

Before I knew it, I responded, "I love you too, Tanya." I would be lying if I didn't gulp after making such an admission, but as improbable as it was, this old fart was heads-over-heels with my teenage lover.

Living with me benefited Tanya. Her stick-like scrawny body (yep, that's how she described herself) became slender with added flesh to round off her bony edges. This was due to various contributing factors such as having no stress about making ends meet, eating good meals on a regular basis, and imbibing in her screwdriver cocktails. Additionally, Tanya substituted her grueling long-distance running with vigorous exercising with me under the sheets. However, Tanya was convince that her weight gain was a side effect of Tanya getting on the contraceptive pill.

"Look, Jack! Do you realize that I've been on the pill for only a month or so and that my teeny boobs have grown? Jeez, I've gone from a teeny AA-bra-cup which I had a hard time filling if you can believe that, to a full A-cup. What? Oh, that's right, you men have a hard time with the concept of bra cup sizes. Let me see if I can put it in a way you can understand.

"Think of it this way. When I met you, I was as flat as a pancake or plum-size at best. I never wore a bra when I went jogging because there was nothing to jiggle in the boob department. When I had to wear a bra, its AA-sized cups were held in place by only my nippies. Now, I got lemon-sized tits and wear an A-cup bra. Can you believe that after all these years going braless, now I have to wear a sports bra for support when I exercise? Beside all that stimulaton you give my titties, my fullness must be due to the pill."

Living with Tanya benefited me too as she 'cure' my erectile dysfunction (if I had such a condition to begin with) with her oral skills (boy, was Tanya a fast learner) and seductive nature. To put it simply. I got more erections because of her blow jobs; had vigorous exercise humping her; lost weight in so doing; noticeably lowered my high blood pressure and stress; and improved my outlook on life. It was hard not to feel invigorated with Tanya running around the house in skimpy t-shirts or undershirts, tantalizingly flashing me much of her young slender form and carnal delights. I had more stimulation and activity (mostly sexual) in the past few months of living with Tanya than in the decades preceding her.

However, try as we may, speculation of us and our living arrangement grew as many sensed that we more than just friends despite our claims to the contrary. Once again, it was after a good sweaty and exhausting session that had Tanya bent over the sofa while I took her from behind that we discussed dilemma.

"You know, Jack, that people are getting very suspicious about us."

"Hmmm, what makes you say that?"

"Well...when we go out of this house, we draw an inordinate number of stares and attention even though we don't publicly display any emotion towards each other."

"That could be because they are wondering why a lovely, tall and, young woman would want to hang around someone as ho-hum, short, and fricking old guy like me."

"That could be...but I think the stares go beyond our odd couple appearance. They somehow sense that we're more than just friends. It's like they suspect that something is 'going on' between us...something we shouldn't be doing and which is not right.

"Take for instance, Mary-Lou, that older woman from the gym. She happened to drop by the other night because she was in the area and wanted to see if I was interested in going to a seminar with her. Give me a break! Like her mobile phone wasn't broken! Didn't you hear her snide comment when she left the house that my room was far too neat to have been lived in...the bitch!"

"Calm down, Tanya. There will always be people willing to think the worse of others..."

"But, in this case, Jack, the 'worse' that they are thinking is actually true. Even though I'm still a teenager and you are a senior citizen, we love each other and have a fantastic sex life. Why do people have to snoop and pry into our private affairs and talk dirty about us? Jeez, what is with them?

"What is the big deal?' Seriously. I don't care what they think or suspect. They don't matter...only you matter to me. I'm totally comfortable with you being, my young, pretty, tall and athletic lover.

"If some poor bastard makes some snide remark about your arm around and resting on my shoulder while my arm is around your waist, I'm not going to get upset. I'm just going to say to his face, 'What's your problem, man?' And if he trolls us for having sex with each other, my reply to him will be, 'Eat your heart out, sucker.' Tanya, don't let the fucking trolls who love shaming people, make you feel that we have something to be ashamed of."

"You don't understand. All my life people have been putting me down...for being a half-Japanese mixed breed...for being too tall and bony...for being a virgin...for being clueless and inexperienced. Then I met you, you seducer of young innocent girls, and the next thing I know is that I'm throwing myself at you and forcing you (like I scooped and squeezed your nuts) to have sex with me.

"Jack, I love you and am not ashamed to say so. If you're willing, I want to come out of the so-called closet and declare to all that we're a couple. And when those truly inquisitive and rude people openly wonder about or snidely criticize us and especially our sex life, I will proudly proclaim that you fuck my brains out as often as possible and that I love it!"

"Sounds good to me. Would a certain sexy bitch be willing to step out with her old man for a night at the movies where we make out in the darkness like two horny teenagers?"

"Jack! I am a horny teenager!"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that in the heat of the moment. Okay, how about a horny teenager with her 'sugar daddy?' That should set your young generation abuzz about us when they see us in the movie theater at the mall. As for my generation, how about after the movie, I take you to dinner at a fine dining restaurant where I can show off my young 'arm candy?'"

"'Arm candy?' Ooh, am I that sweet? I love the idea of you being my 'sugar daddy.' I'll be sure to use those phrases when I'm asked about you by my classmates and co-workers. Yeah, I'll be a sweet innocent nineteen-year-old who is the 'kept' sex slave of a rich and definitely perverted older man. Oh, all the lewd and lascivious acts that I am forced to do...heh, heh, heh..."

"Hey, don't do that! The police will think I'm engaging in white slavery...what...oh yeah, that's right...half-white slavery. But now that you've got me thinking kinky thoughts, why doesn't my sex slave sit on her sugar daddy's face so that she can be properly disciplined with a good pussy-eating?

"What? You don't want to? You want to instead suck on my cock until its good and hard, then mount your poor sugar daddy and ride him until you come again. Hmmm, why am I such an indulgent pervert?"

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"Yeow, Jack! Your goddamn cock in my ass is a fucking eye-opener!"

"Do you want me to stop, Tanya? Is it too painful?" I know that such questions sound stupid but I had to ask since I saw how Tanya's virgin (well, not anymore) asshole was stretched so tightly around the fleshy shaft of my embedded cock.

"What? Fuck no! It's just that a girl needs some time to get used to having a flaming stake between her buns! You know, not every girl celebrates turning twenty by getting sodomized! Pull out? Don't you dare move and take away my birthday present! Just let my traumatized butthole get used to you fucking monster...well, it feels like a 'monster' to me, Jack!

With that sharp retort, I kept my mouth shut and thought back to over past year since Tanya and I came out of the shadows and into the light about our love affair. As we expected, the reaction could be divided into two major groups.

The first group was those who were clearly shocked that a senior citizen and a teenage would be having a highly-fulfilling romance. Within this group, the reactions ranged from "Eww, that's gross!" to those who call us (mostly behind our backs) depraved, immoral, sick, and doomed to burn in hell. For the most part, we dismissed most of the trolls as not being important. However, for those obnoxious few such as my grown children who had children older than Tanya, I had to bluntly tell them to get their narrow minds out of their asses and mind their own fucking business.

While people of the next group were surprised at first, they seemed to accept our unusual relationship. A lot of guys gave me the 'thumbs up,' literally and figuratively, for still having 'it' to seduce (if they only knew) and fuck a teenage girl (once if the only knew) at my age. I guess, I was their inspiration for the years to come.

The women of the second group fell into two subgroups. The smaller of the two wondered about me and other elderly men that they knew but never considered as potential partners. The larger subgroup were Tanya's female peers who asked numerous questions about living and making it with an older guy.

"Oh my gosh, Jack," Tanya giggled as we sat around enjoying our evening cocktails, "You should hear some of the intimate questions I'm asked about being your sex slave."

"Sex slave? Tanya, I told you that your fib about being a kept woman would spread like wildfire."

"Yep," Tanya replied before breaking out in a fit of giggling that had her large tank top undershirt slip off her shoulder, "especially when I fuel their imagination with embellished and lurid tales of your nasty sexual demands."

"MY sexual demands! I beg your pardon, but as I recall it's a certain hot-to-trot teenager who's constantly horny and quite insistent about me satisfying her 'needs.' Hmmph, I often think that I am the kept man and your sex slave. Lord knows that one day I'll be sweating and toiling to satisfy my insatiable co-ed's sexual appetite and end up in the ER with a heart attack. Hmmph!"

"Aah, don't be upset, Jack, because the girls now look at you in a totally different light - 'the geriatric stud-muffin.' And with that, Tanya laughed her head off...or at least her loose undershirt since it fell completely off her shoulders and fully exposed her pert titties. "Oh my," she exclaimed with false modesty as she placed her forearm across her their stiff upturned nipples but made no effort to pull up her undershirt. "I don't want to excite you too much..."

I reached out and haul my tall lover to me, making her long legs straddle my hips and more importantly my tented boxers. As I leisurely fondled her boobs and rolling her harden tips between my thumbs and forefingers while kissing her between her breasts, Tanya groaned longingly before her hips began twitching in a sensuous lap dance.

"You'll never guess what question is asked of me the most," Tanya moaned as her bare snatch rubbed and ground against my growing cloth-covered bulge. When I murmured a 'What?' between tugs of my lips on a rubbery nipple, she groaned and uttered, "All of the girls want to know what it was like being 'butt-fucked.'"

"What? What have you been telling them about me?"

Crooning to herself as she slid off my lap so that she could yank down my boxer and inhale my thickening manhood, Tanya mumbled between sucks, "Ummm, to the girls...ummm, ummm...getting fucked in the ass...ummm, ummm...it's the ultimate wicked sexual act. Ummm, they just assumed that because you're a degenerate... ummm... that you must have...ummm... buggered me. Ummm. I simply didn't deny it."

Once again straddling my hips, Tanya grasped my throbbing cock and pressed it to her cunt entrance. Lowering herself gradually, she emitted this long deep guttural groan and as her slippery twat down my erection. Tanya whimpered pitifully when her tight buns were squeezed and fully-filled twat was pulled to my groin.

Lifting herself until only my dick head was stuck in her, Tanya teasing rubbed her small titties in my face before sitting down to take all of me into her. "Hmmm, how I love this feeling...and the nasty things that I do when I'm with you." Pumping me three or four times, she then whispered in my ear, "Jack...have you ever booty-banged a woman?"

"Before I met my wife and settled down, I was a merchant marine and had the pleasure of many port calls throughout the Orient. Many young Asian women were willing to do whatever I wanted for the right price, and I enjoyed a variety of assholes. However, the only thing that I never did was to crack a virgin anus."

By this time, Tanya was really riding me with a fury that I had never seen before. "Jack, I've been thinking. Will you," she grunted as she repeatedly took my cock up her gripping cunt, "fuck me in my ass for my upcoming twentieth birthday?"

My response to her question was to press a saliva and pussy juice-coated finger into her puckered anus as I said, "Oh - okay."

"Oh shit, oh shit," Tanya exclaimed as she shifted into hyper-drive as I gave her a good finger-reaming, "Fuck! That feels so fucking-outstandingly good!"

I was violently yanked out of my memories and into the present when Tanya uttered, "Ah Jack? Can you move just a little? Oooh, yeah, just like that...nice and slow. Ooh, am I glad I gave your damn hard-on a heavy coating of lube. Ooh yeah, slide that big fucking piece of meat into my tiny butthole!