One Last Virginity

Finally, it was all about time. I stole a glance at the kitchen clock and then one more glance in the mirror. 10 o'clock on a Thursday morning. My husband was sitting at his desk in town, doing absolutely nothing until he went to lunch in ninety minutes. In fifteen minutes my lover would be pulling in the drive. Ten more minutes and I'd unbutton one more button on my shirt. Five minutes after that he'd be here and it could happen. Finally. After fifty-two years of living, I could finally do it, have that last cherry picked. Me, the gray haired granny was about to give her first blowjob.

I am totally serious, in my entire life I had never sucked a cock. Understand who I was though, a good girl raised by God-fearing Southern Baptists too. Hell, I didn't give up my virginity until two days before I got married, at least the one between my legs. I'd been the good wife as well, noble, loyal and all that bullshit for almost thirty years. Thirty years and three gorgeous daughters later, it all went bad.

OK, it wasn't an overnight thing. The husband was clueless what I wanted, at least when it came to being a woman. I was a partner in living and that was about it. Part of me wants to say that's why I took the fall off the fidelity wagon but I still hate to lie. About as much as I hate being the good girl still. Face it, I fell in love with another man the morning after the asshole I'm married to fucking humiliated me. He butt fucked me.

God, I hated that. Maybe I'm just not a swinger, maybe I'm still a Baptist but I hated him making me a piece of ass. I was the good wife though and he wanted it. For his 50th fucking birthday the son of a bitch wanted to put me face down and butt me. It was supposed to be some kind of big turn on for me, I guess but I would have guessed wrong. No matter how much I shook my head, none of it would leave my mind. The big man putting me face down, me gripping the headboard, him ripping open my panties and having at it. It wasn't love, he was screwing me. God, I hated it. I almost hated him and God showed up.

Give Him the credit, I sure do. The very next morning after I'd gotten fucked I started a seniors class at the community college. The first one I ever took and I totally, completely fell in love with the class. With the concept. With the man who taught it.

Again, I'm totally serious, I was absolutely in love with this little package of all man. China blue eyes, great body, eloquent, a flirt, a charmer, God, I wanted. Me, the prude. The good girl and I was in love. I knew I had to get a grip, I had to go back to being moral and all that shit but I couldn't help it. Not that I was going to throw myself at him but I sure wouldn't resist him coming on. A year later and it was that and more.

I stole another glance at the clock and felt my hand unbutton one more than necessary. He should be almost here and the man does love the glimpse of a sexy little brassiere to tease him. I do love him and for more than his abilities as a man. That does help, though, especially for one ignorant woman. Honest to God, I really thought my husband's equipment was just fine. At least I did until I discovered nice things come in small packages. The small package that was just turning into the drive and totally, completely turning me on.

Damn my nipples. I watched him get out of his car and knew they'd busted through my bra and shirt. One way or another I was going to have to be cool or I might not get what I'd planned. What I wanted. If he saw me hot for him he might want me against the wall again, another incredible turn on. I had to suck him though. I had to know how this was done and it had to be with him. God, he is so beautiful and he was in my arms.

The scene blurred together, rationality coming in snippets. I knew we were kissing and it blurred. My shirt was off and again it blurs. His chest is bare. He's drawing a breast to his mouth to feed. My knees were quivering. He was going to get me against the wall. I wanted that. I wanted this more.

With all my strength I forced myself to my knees. I looked up and saw curiosity on his face. He'd never asked nor had I ever volunteered. He was a man though, a real man, and I knew a real man loves his woman to do this. A real man does.

"Please," I whispered. "Please."

Gently he put a hand on my head as I unzipped him. His pecker sprang out, red and ready. My God, it is so beautiful and so mine. I was a virgin, I should have been nervous but I wasn't. I had to do this and do it right then. From somewhere deep in my chest came a moan as I leaned forward.

With kisses and soft licks I began to worship his cock. I knew I was kneeling bare breasted in front of the most beautiful man in the world and I was pleasing him, but I didn't know how. I didn't know if what I was doing was what was right. What would please him but I kept on. It's called sucking off anyway, a good indication of what an innocent virgin should do. On and on I worshipped him, my man, my love, suckling his magnificent pecker as he worships my body when we make love. On and on I sucked him the way he sucks my pussy that is now his and his alone. On and on my head bobbed to please him and it was over.

I fell onto my back, my chest heaving, so ready to cry that I failed him. Somewhere in my throat I could taste his salty explosion but I knew I had not been a woman. At least not woman enough for the man I loved. I knew I'd been terrible as I slowly looked up at the stallion standing over me. In one glance my heart skipped a beat.

God, he loves me.

My lover's expression of joy radiated like a beacon on the darkest night. He bent, drawing me up slowly, his chest pressing against my breasts. I struggled to speak but his kisses covered my lips. My face. My neck, chest and then my breasts. I'd done it, I had pleased a man. Finally, after all these years, a virgin had triumphed and I broke down sobbing.

With all his tenderness he carried me to the couch. With all my love I made my confession, my innocence, my humiliation, my love for him, all of it. I felt my lover stroke my back as he held me and then tasted his kisses on my lips. His body pressed against mine as I draped my arms over his shoulders and wallowed in his love for me. I had been such a good girl for far too long. Only in the arms of this man, the one man I truly love, could I be me. Could I be honest, and I felt the shudder pass through me. He was ready again. In one brief instant the last of the past swept before my eyes.

In one instant I saw it, what I'd believed was my awakening as a woman. For one more time I relived that moment so many years before. Laying on my bed, my pussy a bloody matt of wet stickiness as the man I was about to marry stood in his triumph of a virgin. Once upon a time I'd thought getting fucked had made me a woman. It had taken me a long time but finally I had learned the real truth. In the blink of an eye I was returned to the present and ready to make it happen.

My pants slipped off and then my panties. Slowly I rose, watching my lover strip naked as well before he followed me across the room. I turned my back to the wall and nodded once before again I draped my arms over his shoulders. He lifted me, holding me for just an instant before he impaled me on his cock. With one mighty shriek, screaming in lust for the first time in my life, I went berserk as my man had me.

Now, I am a woman. Woman completed.