The General

Maybe these so-called landmark birthdays just weren't for her, Amber Greene thought to herself.

Two years ago, there was her 16th birthday - good old Sweet Sixteen. She had arranged a pool party with her best friend Casey, and before it could even get started in earnest, Amber slipped on the wet concrete surrounding the pool and broke her arm. She wasn't quite sure what hurt more - the actual breaking of the bone, or the embarrassment of making such a fool of herself in front of her friends.

And then there was today - her 18th birthday. The big one. Her mom had been promising all week that she would wake up early and make Amber her favorite breakfast - Belgian Waffles and French Toast. And to top it all off, her dad had told her that he would drive her to school in his brand new 4Runner, sparing her of the indignity of the school bus, even if only for just one day.

But Mother Nature, that contrary bitch, had other plans.

An unexpected rainstorm had come in overnight, and knocked out the power in the house. Her mom awoke with a start, and from there, the entire household was a frantic scene of chaos as her parents struggled to get ready for work, more or less leaving Amber and her little brother Kevin to fend for themselves.

No Belgian Waffles and French Toast this morning - instead it was Brown Sugar and Cinnamon Pop Tarts, consumed at room temperature.

No ride in luxury and comfort in her dad's awesome new truck - instead, she and Kevin had to walk to the corner and wait for the bus.

Once the bus came to a halt in front of them, she and Kevin entered the bus. Amber huffed to a seat in the stinky, overcrowded bus and took a seat, burying her face in her hands.

Happy birthday, Amber. Jeez.

Things didn't go too much better for her throughout the day. Her best friend Casey - who had been Amber's friend since middle school, and was in Amber's opinion the most naturally gifted artist in the entirety of West Texas - had made a big deal out of the painting that she had made for Amber's birthday. But, she was likewise afflicted by the unexpected power outage and had to leave it at home. She promised to bring it to school tomorrow and sorrowfully hugged Amber close, wishing her a heartfelt happy birthday.

It then occurred to Amber that Casey was the first person to even acknowledge her birthday, let alone wish her a happy one. Her parents were too preoccupied with ensuring that they weren't late for work, and Kevin - well, he was Kevin. He had just turned 13 and felt that he was too cool to acknowledge his big sister in front of his contemporaries.

Sure, he loved her. But school politics were school politics. She got it. She was a kid once, too. She understood the importance of cultural cache.

And Amber hadn't exactly made it easy for Kevin. Kevin had been assimilated into the all-important "cool kids" community. He had just started playing football, and was fancying himself a jock-to-be. And as a Freshman, this permitted him a sort of immunity from the teasing and harassment usually reserved for the incoming class.

And here was his big sister, Amber. Believe it or not, at one time Amber herself was being groomed to be a full fledged member of the "Cool Kids" community. In middle school, she associated with the cheerleaders and the preppies, and took great pains to ensure that she was wearing the "right" clothes, espousing the "right" opinions and most importantly, dating the "right" boys and having the "right" friends.

It was exhausting, and the status it afforded her wasn't worth the pains it took to maintain it. So, sometime between her freshman and sophomore year, Amber decided to do something different - be herself.

She started hanging out almost exclusively with Casey, who she had been friends with since sixth grade, but had maintained at arm's length at the insistence of the clique she was in.

She eschewed the expensive, name brand clothing for thrift store funds and vintage clothing, and unique printed tees. She began to color her hair. She wore Doc Martens boots or Chuck Taylors shoes.

Almost overnight, her social standing plummeted. And she couldn't care less. Especially now - her 18th birthday. She was now an adult, and the childishness of it all made her roll her eyes.

Today, she was wearing her trademark black Doc Martens, which were now scuffed and slightly frayed from the constant use. She wore loose fitting white shorts, and due to the short time available to her this morning, she wore only a black hoodie for a top. No undershirt or bra - not that it much mattered. She wasn't as gifted pneumatically as her friend Casey, who was easily a C-cup.

No, the boob fairy seemed to have forgotten her appointment with Amber, who was more or less an A-cup. Sure, this made her self conscious, and more likely to employ such fashion choices as the oversized hoodie she had on now. However, it also meant that she could get away without the discomfort of wearing a bra now and again.

She was short, maybe standing about 5'2". Her skin was pale white, and currently she had her hair colored a bright, flaming red, with the right side of her hair shaved closely to the scalp. All of this was adorned with a black pair of square, horn rimmed glasses. All of this was accentuated by every self conscious girl's favorite fashion accessory, braces. Yep - glasses and braces. Just in case she tried to go and do anything silly like develop a sense of self confidence or something.

Her dad teased her mercilessly about this. He called her look "angry feminist chic", or "activist lite". Whenever she wore dark colors, he ribbed her by calling it "goth chick revisited."

But Amber didn't feel that any of that applied to her - not really, anyway. She wasn't a feminist of the angry or standard variety, and she certainly wasn't an activist - politics and the like bored her silly, and she viewed both political parties with equal disdain. As for the assertation of her being goth...? That one didn't bother her as much. She enjoyed older bands like The Cure and Joy Division. She shopped at Hot Topic now and again, and she enjoyed dark colors. But she had to admit that Tim Burton movies were simply not her thing.

Like Casey, she preferred to think of herself as an artist, or at the very least, a creative. She couldn't master the graphic arts as Casey had - Casey could sketch, paint, sculpt - you name it. No, Amber's gift - or at least she hoped that it was her gift - was writing.

She fastidiously maintained a journal, wherein she documented her innermost thoughts and feelings, hopes, aspirations, and fears. In addition to this, she also had been trying her hand at composing short stories and poems. Most of these she was far too self conscious to share with anyone, however she had shared a handful with Casey, who met them with enthusiastic appraisal. Amber never could be certain if the praise was genuine, or if Casey was just being polite, but she decided to take it on face value, and recently the two decided to try their hands at making their own comic book. It would basically be exaggerated versions of the two of them and their adventures, both real and imagined. In all likelihood, nothing would come of it, but Amber was excited at the prospect of creating something with her best friend nonetheless.

In addition to Casey, Amber's small social circle included Leonard - her boyfriend. They had begun dating at the end of the last school year. He had recently moved into town, and he was a self styled intellectual type. He was rail thin, wore thick black glasses similar to Amber's, had thick, wavy black hair that he was constantly running his hand through, or brushing out of his face. He wasn't an artist per se, but he at the very least voiced an appreciation of the arts, and was very supportive of Amber and Casey's endeavors.

No, his passion was the online game World of Warcraft. There were times when Amber thought that perhaps he fancied WoW more than he fancied her. More than once he had put off or rescheduled plans with her in order to partake in an organized WoW event online. Sure, it frustrated and confused her, but he was supportive of her, so she in return supported his hobbies, even if she didn't quite understand it.

But tonight...? Tonight was her 18th birthday. She was now no longer a child, but an adult. Not a girl, but a woman. So, after many months of holding sweaty hands or make out sessions on her parents' couch, Amber and Casey had been discussing the possibilities of she and Leonard going "all the way", cementing her ascendance into adulthood ( Leonard had turned 18 over the summer, and celebrated with an all night WoW gaming session with his online "friends" ).

At lunch time, she and Casey sat with Leonard at their little secluded table, and it was there that Amber's jaw had dropped in disbelief.

"You have to be fucking kidding me. PLEASE tell me you are kidding me," Amber said sternly, her brow furrowed.

Leonard ran his left hand through his hair, and offered his right hand up in submission. " Babe, I am sorry! I didn't schedule this, you know? Besides, I just kinda figured that we could... you know... celebrate your birthday this weekend!"

Amber tried hard to maintain her emotions. She refused to let him see her cry. She looked over to the left at her friend Casey for support. Understandably, Casey looked very uncomfortable, one hand absent mindedly running through her pixie cut blonde hair, and the other playing with the straw extending from her can of Coca Cola, her gaze either unable or unwilling to meet Amber's. Amber turned her attention back towards Leonard, sitting across the table from her. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer. Reflexively, Leonard leaned away, almost as though he felt threatened by her.

"So you mean to tell me that you would rather spend the night of my 18th birthday with your friends on World of Fucking Warcraft than with me - your supposed girlfriend?!"

Leonard sighed, lowering his head. He extended his hands across the table, clasping hers within them. Amber immediately pulled her hands away. Leonard rubbed his eyes from beneath his glasses. "Baby, no... that's not it at all. I mean, it's not like I planned it this way. Okay? I mean, it's a raid... I barely just found out about it myself! But my clan needs me there..."

Amber crossed her arms against her chest with a huff, her eyes averted away from him in disgust. Her jaw was fixed, but despite her best efforts, it was beginning to quiver, and she could feel her eyes beginning to water.

"Please, no," she begged herself. "Don't do this. Allow me this moment of dignity. Please... don't let him see me as weak. Don't let him know how much this really fucking hurts."

Unable to remain a neutral party, Casey scooted closer to her friend in need, and put an arm around her shoulder, embracing her. Amber laid her head upon Casey's shoulder, and almost immediately, despite her best efforts to the contrary, her tears began to stream down her cheeks, leaving behind trails of her dark eye shadow.

This scene of heartbreak was punctuated by the bell ringing, signaling the end of the lunch period. The sounds of chairs scooting back to their tables filled the cafeteria, drowning out Leonard's mumbled, half sincere "... sorry..." before he slowly turned around and walked away, head lowered.

Casey led Amber away, her head still on Casey's shoulder, and she used a napkin to delicately dab away Amber's tears. "Come on, girl," Casey said sweetly as she led her towards the bathroom. "Let's go get you cleaned up."

The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on endlessly, and Amber remained in a mental fog, wishing the day would just end all ready. It wasn't just Leonard being selfish. It wasn't just breakfast. It wasn't just the car situation. It was all of it happening on the same damn day - a day that just happened to be her birthday. Surely, she wasn't overreacting, was she? All of that in one day is a lot to expect anyone to take, birthday or no.

She sighed and fell back into her chair as her Biology teacher droned on and on. She was second guessing herself... was she just being selfish? She took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes as she mulled things over.

It was hard not to take Leonard's actions as a rejection of sorts. She had promised him that she would give him her body tonight... was she so unattractive that playing World of Fucking Warcraft online with a bunch of guys was way more appealing than being physical with her?

She hated her body. She was short, she had no boobs, she had braces, and she inherited her mom's youthful looks - she felt like everyone looked at her and saw a child, not a woman. Is that what it is? Is Leonard not attracted to her because he feels like she has a child's body? Amber had seen promotional material for WoW before, and seemed to remember buxom women being depicted there.

Maybe that's it, Amber thought sullenly, as she replaced her glasses onto her face. Maybe Leonard wanted a statuesque, barbarian woman with giant heaving breasts and chain mail, and his dorky little girlfriend with her flat chest and braces simply didn't do it for him anymore.

Maybe that's why this rejection hurt so much, Amber reflected. Maybe she needed tonight to happen so that she would finally feel like a woman herself - then, in turn, maybe others would finally see her as a woman as well.

She felt her phone vibrate with an incoming text message as the bell rang. "Maybe it's Leonard, texting me that he's sorry and that tonight is back on," Amber thought to herself. As the students around her rushed to the feet and out into the hallway, Amber reached into her purse, pulled out her phone, and finally looked at the screen.

She released the breath she didn't realize that she had been holding as the final remnants of hope within her heart crumbled. The message was from her mom, not Leonard. Amber opened the message, and it said -

hey baby! hope u r having a wonderful birthday! u deserve it! u should go see gramma after school - it would mean a lot to her to see u 2day! Love u!

Yeah, it's official. Fuck today.

Amber sighed as she placed her phone back into her purse and draped one strap of her backpack over one slumped shoulder, head lowered in defeat as she headed into the bustling hallway.

"Miss Greene....?"

Amber's thoughts were coalescing onto her grandmother, and the possibility of going to see her today. It wasn't a bad idea.

"Miss Greene...?"

She and her grandmother had always been close - in fact, Amber's mom suspected that, of all the grandchildren, Amber might just be the favorite.

"Amber!"

Hearing her name jostled her thoughts back into the present, as she lifted her head, startled, and looked around the room, trying to discern where her name had come from. She jumped back in surprise when she saw her Biology teacher, Mr. Rhodes, standing right behind her, towering over her slight form, looking down at her with a smile.

"Y-yes, "Mr. Rhodes...?" Amber squeaked, meekly.

Jamison Rhodes stood a good 6'2", and was almost as wide as he was tall, probably weighing a good 300 pounds. The top of his head was bald, but he wore a crown of salt and pepper thinning hair around his head from ear to ear, as well as a matching beard over his multiple chins. He was at least in his mid-50s, and two bright blue eyes beamed out at Amber from his lined face, as he adjusted his sweater vest. "I just wanted to tell you happy birthday, Amber. You deserve to have a good day. I hope you know that." He punctuated this with another smile, which filled Amber with a number of conflicting feelings and emotions, some of which she couldn't readily distinguish.

"Oh. Uh, th-thank you, Mr. Rhodes," Amber said, lowering her head as she turned to leave. Mr. Rhodes stopped her, placing one pudgy finger beneath her trembling chin, lifting her gaze back up towards his face.

"Amber, please... call me Jamison."

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What a weird fucking day. 3:45 couldn't come fast enough. When the final bell rang, Amber was uncharacteristically one of the first ones on her feet and out the doors of the school, hoping that the sunshine and the wind upon her face might do wonders to better her mood. She lifted her phone to check for messages again, and after lowering it, was pleasantly surprised to see Casey standing before her, smiling. That friendly, familiar smile alone did wonders to lift the shadows from Amber's heart.

"Anything from Leonard?," Casey asked, as the two friends walked away from the school, side by side.

Amber scoffed. "Nope. Not a damn word. Mr. Rhodes wished me a happy birthday, but I can't even get a one word text from my boyfriend."

Casey stopped and looked at Amber, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Wait... Mr. Rhodes wished you a happy birthday? Biology teacher Mr. Rhodes?"

Amber rolled her eyes. "The very same. Oh, and he asked me to call him Jamison." Amber chuckled at this, but Casey did not.

"Yeah, that's not weird or anything. Hmm... I don't know. Just be careful around him. He's always given me creepy vibes, and I have heard more than one rumor about him."

"Oh, please. Mr. Rhodes I can handle. Besides, even if he is a fat middle aged man... at least SOMEONE is attracted to me."

Casey sighed, placing a comforting arm around Amber's shoulders as they walked towards the buses. Casey did her best to comfort her sullen friend, and at least hoped that some of her words would find purchase in Amber's wounded heart, and blossom and bloom into a healing harvest.

For her part, Amber told Casey that she was going to walk to the Edgewood Retirement Community, which was only a couple of miles away from the school, reasoning that some solitude coupled with the sunshine might do her some good.

Casey promised Amber that she would make sure that Kevin got home safely, and she also made plans to come by Amber's house later that evening for some cake. With that, the two exchanged a hug, as Casey got onto the bus, and Amber began heading east, towards the retirement community. She fished her earbuds out of her purse and wedged them into her ears, pulling up the Spotify app on her phone as she headed out, wondering in the back of her mind if Mr. Rhodes was peering out the window of his second story classroom, watching her as she walked.

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It had been a while since Amber had seen her grandmother, and the closer she got to her destination, the more she thought it was a good idea. She had sent her mom a text a few minutes ago, asking which room her grandmother was in, and finally the phone buzzed with her response :

rm 437! give her a giant hug from me! luv u - and tell her i luv her too!

Amber placed the phone back into her purse, momentarily considering how much texting had seemingly ruined her mom's formerly unimpeachable grasps of spelling and grammar. For the third time on her walk, a vehicle slowed down on the street beside her, this time a beat up Ford pickup truck. However, just like the first two, it was piloted by a heavyset middle aged man, and once again the window lowered, and she heard a male voice call out :

"Hey there, darlin'! Need a ride somewhere?"

Not slowing her pace and not offering the driver so much as a glance in his direction, Amber shot back with a flat, "No thanks. I got it."

Undeterred, the heavy set man leaned over into the passenger seat, reaching out towards her with his free hand, as if beseeching her, "Oh, come on! I don't bite or nothin'! 'Sides, it's way too hot for a pretty little lady to be out walking by herself!"

Trying not to be overly obvious about it, Amber began to quicken her pace now, hoping to get as far away from this creep as quickly as possible. "No thanks, I'm almost there."

The man sputtered, obviously growing flustered at his continued rejections. "Come on, girl! I'm a good guy! Let me show you a good ti-"

His spiel was cut off by the honking of the car behind him, urging him to continue on his way. The man threw his baseball cap angrily onto the empty seat beside him, shot the driver behind him an angry finger, then offered Amber the same finger, as his cheeks reddened and spittle flew from his mouth.

"Fuck you, you stuck up bitch! I could do better anyhow!"

With that, he peeled out his tires and raced angrily away into the horizon, getting lost in the traffic. The driver behind him offered Amber a friendly, non-threatening wave as he drove by, which Amber answered with as sincere a smile as she could muster - which, given the circumstances, wasn't terribly convincing.

"Well, Leonard," she thought to herself. "Looks like you have yourself some competition."

Finally, she found herself entering the sprawling campus of the Edgewood Retirement Community. It was bordered by a beautiful, cobblestone fence, and the twisting driveway into the facility took one by a scenic panorama of lush, green hills and beautiful trees and man-made brooks. Older people walked the campus in couples or with employees, and seemingly every single one offered Amber a wave of the hand in greeting. "What a beautiful place," she thought to herself. "I wish I could live here!"

She neared the main facility, a sprawling four story structure designed to look like a palatial estate - more like a welcoming home than a facility. Two Edgewood buses were parked on the curb, engines running, as white-clad employees helped retirees onto the buses and into their seats. Each employee smiled warmly at Amber, who wondered if the buses were headed out on a field trip, or perhaps something more mundane like a grocery store outing.

A massive, beautiful stone fountain shot clear blue water into the sky, and Amber stopped to appreciate it's beauty before entering the facility. Many older people sat on benches surrounding the fountain, watching the calm waters as they reflected the glimmering sunlight, while others threw coins into the fountains basin in exchange for a silently spoken wish, and a few others broke apart pieces of bread, and used them to feed the gathering ducks.

For the first time in that entire rotten day, Amber found herself smiling a legitimate, genuine smile, as she opened the door and entered the facility. "Seriously - what a nice fucking place!" she thought to herself.

She entered the lobby, and immediately felt the extreme environment differential as the humidity of outside immediately gave way to cool, crisp conditioned air of the main campus, which seemed to be fixed at about 70°. "If there's a heaven," Amber thought to herself, "it can't be much different than this!"

She walked around somewhat aimlessly, enjoying the air conditioning and also trying to assess her bearings, when from behind the counter, a young brunette, not much older than Amber, with her hair in a ponytail and clad in matching white polo shirt and shorts, smiled a practiced but welcoming smile at Amber. "Well, hello! Welcome to Edgewood! Is this your first time visiting us today?"

Caught off guard, the wheels in Amber's head slowly roared back to life, and the gears and pistons shook off her mental fugue and restored her cognitive abilities.

"No... I mean, yes!" Her cheeks flushed red with frustration, as she buried her head into her arms on the countertop, in front of the sympathetic employee - 'Heather', according to her name tag.

Her head still buried in embarrassment, Amber clarified in a muffled voice, "What I mean to say is, it's not my first time visiting my grandmother in a facility. It IS my first time visiting her at THIS facility, as she just moved here last autumn. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound so complicated."

Heather smiled reassuringly. "Hey, no worries. Everyone's first time is a little confusing. That's okay! Do you have a room number...?"

Amber wrestled against the fog threatening to envelop her mind again, lulled by the relaxing, comfortable environment of Edgewood. She was determined to recall the number organically, and not have to resort to "cheating" by pulling out her phone.

"I do!" Amber declared. "It's, uh..." she scrunched up her face in thought, one eye closing as the other eye shot upward. "Oh! That's right. It's room 347. That's it!"

Heather regarded Amber somewhat suspiciously now, narrowing her eyes as she studied her. "I'm sorry... did you say room 347?"

Amber nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Room 347. That's it! Could you point me in the right direction?"

Her eyes never leaving Amber, she pointed to the left, using her ink pen as an indicator. "Go to the elevator there... third floor. When you get out, turn left, and take another left. That should take you to room 347."

Amber reciprocated with a rare, genuine smile of appreciation. "Thank you! I appreciate your help!"

She made her way to the elevator, and pressed the button summoning it. The door opened, and Amber entered it, grateful to find it empty. She pressed the '3' button and it illuminated with her touch. She looked up to see Heather staring at her from behind the counter, with an inscrutable look upon her face. Was it suspicion...? Was it concern? What was it, and why did it fill Amber with unease?

As the doors shut, she swore she heard Heather say, "Say 'hello' to your grandmother for me."

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The elevator ride was smooth, and all but instantaneous. The doors opened quickly and quietly, as a bell chimed her arrival. Still mulling over Heather's departing words, Amber stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway.

She gasped. Seriously, this Edgewood was incredibly impressive. The walls of the hallway were a dark imitation mahogany, and the door of each room was large and trimmed in a gold coloring, the first initial and last name of the occupants engraved on a placard, suspended right below the room number. The lighting was soft and welcoming, and somewhere, she could faintly hear soft, instrumental music being piped in.

This was less of a retirement community and something closer to a palatial, high end apartment building, Amber thought to herself. She followed Heather's instructions and the room numbers, and finally, found herself standing before the door to room 347.

She swallowed hard, reflecting that she probably hadn't seen her grandmother since she was 13 or 14 years old. Immediately upon this realization, the old, familiar self doubts kicked in, and she found herself worrying that her grandmother might be disappointed in her.

She immediately tried to silence these thoughts by standing up on her tip toes and knocking on the door. To her surprise, the door hadn't been shut or latched properly, and the impact of her knocking sent the door slowly creaking open.

She poked her head inwards, struggling to see in the dark. "Grandma...? You there?"

There was no response, so out of equal parts concern and general nosiness, Amber slid her lithe form through the small opening of the door and into the room, gently closing the door behind her.

The room was dimly lit, and the first thing Amber became aware of was the massive king size bed on her left, it's headboard up against the wall, and a huge American flag draped above it, occupying nearly the entire wall itself. Across from the bed, against the other wall, was a large, antique, oak dresser, topped by a huge, rectangular mirror. The top of the dresser was cluttered with framed photographs, most of them seemingly military in nature. Against the far wall was a book shelf teeming with large, leather bound editions, next to the bed was a small night table covered in a myriad of assorted prescription drugs, a small lamp, and a framed medal. Next to the giant dresser stood a small television.

Amber surveyed the room one more time, and as a cold, creeping sense of dread weighed in on her, a thought occurred :

This isn't my grandmother's room.

She felt a cold weight in her stomach at this realization, and the sound of a toilet flushing from behind a closed door compounded the reality of the situation.

Amber turned on her heel and rushed towards the door, determined to leave before the occupant ever even knew that she was there. She felt her heart racing and her head pounded, her breath collecting in a lump in her throat as she reached out for the door knob. She placed a sweaty palm upon it, thankful for her good fortune as she slowly began to twist it and -

"FREEZE!"

The deep, phlegmy voice echoed in the room, and instantly demanded her obedience. She released the door knob from her grasp, literally seconds away from freedom, and stood still, facing the door and her back towards her captor. Her body began to shake with anxiety.

Some birthday this was turning out to be.

She stood there, silent and still, waiting for her next command, when she heard the whirring of an electric motor. She wrinkled her brow in confusion, but dared not turn around and look. The whirring continued, coming to a stop somewhere behind her on her left, when she finally heard her next demand.

"Drop the backpack by the door, and come stand by the bed for inspection."

Her lip began to quiver in fear, as she considered the very real possiblity that she was being kidnapped. What if her family never saw her again? Did she really deserve this, simply because she went to the wrong room?

She decided to try and plead with her captor, her voice weak and trembling with fear. "Look, I am sorry. I'll give you anyth-"

"NOW," the voice retorted, in a tone that all at once communicated that this wasn't a request, and it was useless to bargain. Defeated, Amber dropped the backpack from her arm, letting it land by the door. Head lowered in defeat, she slowly walked towards the bed, risking a sideways glance as she did so. There, she could faintly make out the figure of a fat, hairy old man sitting in a motorized wheelchair. This stunned her, and she felt a knot in her stomach, though she wasn't certain if it were fear, anxiety, or what. Soon, she was standing at the foot of the bed, and began to slowly turn to face him when his next command boomed out at her.

"Turn around and face the flag."

She jumped slightly at his voice, and shaking slightly, she followed his demands and turned around, standing at the foot of his bed facing the American flag on the wall, head lowered.

"Eyes - FRONT!"

She lifted her gaze and fixed it upon the flag adorning the wall across the bed from her. Her heart raced as her breath came in rapid spurts. She felt tears threatening to form in her eyes as she studied the flag, finding herself counting the stars and stripes as a way of disassociating herself from the horrors of the current moment.

Behind her, she heard the motorized chair's beeping as it reversed itself then stopped, and seemingly turned off with an audible click. She heard a groan and the sounds of fabric and the vinyl seat shifting and separating, as from all indications the old man was lifting himself from the chair, with some effort. A loud popping of his joints confirmed her suspicions, as she then heard the sounds of heavy footsteps behind her and his labored breathing, steadily getting closer as he approached her.

He was approaching her. The reality of this began to sink into her and she struggled to maintain composure, not wanting to let him know the fear she was feeling. Soon she felt his presence directly behind her; she could feel his gaze upon her, studying her intently from head to toe, his heavy breathing almost right upon her. She felt the fabric of the shirt covering his giant belly up against her back.

"Lose the boots," he instructed.

With an audible gulp, Amber slowly lifted her right foot onto the headboard directly in front of her, and bent over slightly, unlacing the Doc Marten boot. She then repeated the process with the left foot, and once each boot was properly loosened, she used her feet to kick the heels of each boot off, finally kicking them to the side to reveal her tiny white socks.

Without the boots, she felt as though she shrunk even further into the carpet, her short stature seeming shorter than ever in the moment. She heard his breathing, steady but becoming more rapid as he considered her, and she in turn could only picture what was really behind her, let alone what he was doing.

"Now the shorts."

She bit her lip in trepidation, freezing at this request. She had half expected, half feared hearing this next, and now that he had said it and made it real, she didn't know what to do. She was afraid, but there was something else in that knot of anxiety forming within her stomach, though she couldn't even begin to imagine what that could mean.

"Do I need to repeat myself...?"

She didn't say anything, but simply lowered her head, defeated. She reached down with her hands and unfastened the belt around her waist, then unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts themselves. She really regretted her choice of undergarments today, but it was too late now. Slowly, she lowered her shorts to her ankles, then slowly kicked them to the side, joining her discarded Doc Martens.

She was clad in form fitting black panties, which had pink trim on the waist and the the thigh holes, and in the front, as if adorning her young womanhood, was a simple pink bow. She was thankful that once her shorts were removed, the view of these panties were quickly obscured by the bottom of the oversized hoodie, though if she were a guessing woman, she didn't imagine that this comfort would be long lived.

She would have guessed right.

She heard the sounds of fabric rustling behind her, and though she was concerned as to their origins and what it might mean for her, she didn't dare risk a look back, instead continuing to study the American Flag in front of her.

"Now the hoodie."

She closed her eyes. She remembered that, beneath this hoodie was nothing but bare skin. This morning had been such a cluster fuck that she hadn't even bothered with an under shirt, let alone a bra - not that her practically non-existent titties needed a bra, but at this moment, she would have welcomed anything that would have helped her retain a sense of modesty.

"But I -"

She tried to protest, to save for herself one final shred of dignity, but the stranger behind her was having none of it.

"NOW," he growled, and she swore that this was undercut by a zipping sound behind her as well. Summoning up her last bit of courage, she reached down to the bottom of the hoodie, and began to lift it over her head.

As it momentarily covered her face and she was surrounded by darkness, the thought suddenly occurred to her that this old man, this total stranger behind her who she didn't even know existed twenty minutes ago, was about to see more of her teenage body than anyone else in the world had.

Even Leonard, her teenage boyfriend, had only seen her tummy and her legs, but only in shorts and never in panties. Tonight was supposed to be the night that Leonard could see it all, touch it all, but now this old man who Amber didn't even know the name of was going to take that away from Leonard.

This thought brought a stirring deep inside of Amber, and it confused her. She finally had the hoodie off her head, and she slowly peeled it off her arms, before finally putting it in the pile with her boots and shorts. She straightened her glasses and stood facing the flag, feeling the lecherous eyes of the old pervert behind her drink in the visuals of her nearly naked body.

Behind her, the fat, hairy old man looked her up and down, grunting his appreciation. He was clad in camouflage bottoms and an old Army shirt that couldn't even be fastened over his massive gut. He was a retired Army general, and was extremely proud of that part of his life, as the decorations of his room, his many medals, and his manner of dress attested.

The Army had been his entire life, and as a result, he never took the time to build a family. So as the years advanced and took their toll, he found himself losing his youth, his friends and his health, one by one, so that now, at the age of 79, anyone who had ever known him or loved him was long gone.

While his generous Army pension afforded him a comfortable living here at Edgewood, it was a lonely existence. Nobody ever came and visited him. Other than the staff of nurses and employees who came and checked on him, he had no human contact, and it had been years since he had felt the touch of a woman. He wanted to feel like a man again, and he had years of pent up frustration and tension built up within his elderly body, begging for a release.

And look what fate had brought his way.

He had been working on the young girl, Heather, at the front desk, but fate had now decided to bless him with something even spicier and younger, and he would be a damn fool if he were to let this one get away. He took off his shirt and unfastened and unzipped his pants, freeing his ancient erection from it's prison as he drunk in the sights of what stood before him.

So young, and so tiny. His elderly cock throbbed with it's hunger. Her skin was so pale white, which contrasted beautifully with the black panties, but especially with the pink of her panties waistline, the pink of her itty bitty titties, and the pink / red of her colored hair. The black frame glasses were an added bonus, and if you were to ask The General to design his dream woman to be the first girl in nearly 20 years to take his now nearly 80 year old cock, you couldn't do much better than this little girl who stood before him.

She was so tiny, especially compared to his massive frame, that he simply couldn't wait to be inside of her, and feel her tiny body writhing against his. Licking his lips, he moved closer towards her.

Amber gasped with shock and reflexively covered her mouth with her hands when she felt these massive, elderly hands on her, grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. These were the first hands to ever feel her young, nubile body, and the fact that it was someone who she would have never chosen herself, someone so far removed from her in age and desire, made something inside of her tingle.

She was confused by the response of her body as his giant, hairy hands and gnarled fingers massaged her young, tender ass cheeks violently. Her tiny pink nipples popped out in response, and she felt that familiar tingle deep within her womanhood; that wetness of desire that came in her most private moments, but she never felt that it would come now, as a result of some fat, old hairy monstrosity who, not only did she not know, but hadn't even gotten a proper look at yet.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on those fingers kneading and scratching at her virgin flesh, thinking how that could have been Leonard behind her, having his way with her, but he had instead chosen video games, so this mysterious old man behind her had taken her place.

He chose to be here with her. He wanted her.

She bit her lip and moaned slightly at this thought, feeling the warmth in her groin spreading. Suddenly she gasped as she felt the waistband of her panties being seized, and slowly peeled down. She was horrified as she felt the cold air on her now bare ass, but before she could protest, the panties stopped mid-thigh, and she felt a powerful, calloused hand pushing down on the small of her back, forcing her to bend over. She put both hands on the frame of the bed in front of her, squeezing it tight in anticipation.

"I never thought it would be like this," she thought to herself. "Not my first time. Not by a man older than my grandfather, a man who I don't even know, and who only wants it from behind because he can't bear to look at me."

Her heartbreak over the impersonal nature of her first penetration proved to be meritless, as she instead felt two massive, wrinkled palms on each of her ass cheeks, gently pulling them apart. She then felt the bristle of beard hair against her naked ass and inner thighs, as an aged pair of lips began to place delicate, almost loving kisses on her bare ass cheeks, starting at the top of one cheek, and kissing it's way down to her inner thigh before repeating the process on the next cheek.

Amber gasped, her nipples hardening as her groin began to burn in desire, the cool air on her exposed genitalia doing little to offer any relief.

Only one thing could bring her any relief for what she felt right now.

As she closed her eyes and listened to the kissing sounds on her naked 18 year old flesh, she imagined the old, hairy, wrinkled visage that those lips must belong to, and rather than be repulsed, it made a very feminine part of her twitch with excitement, a feeling that exploded when she felt what she could only deduce was this old stranger's tongue now slowly tracing it's way down her ass crack, then up again.

The old man moved his face in closer to her ass as he licked down her ass crack again, his fingernails now digging into her ass cheeks. Amber reared her head back and moaned, throwing her hands back atop his, feeling their rough, wrinkled, calloused skin beneath her young, smooth palms. She pictured Leonard at home on his computer, laughing and joking with his friends, confident that his faithful, young girlfriend was at home, waiting on him, when here she was, having her ass eaten by an elderly man she had just met.

She would give anything for Leonard to see this.

Her young pussy stirred at this thought, and she felt a wave coursing through her entire body. The tongue of the old man circled her perfect young asshole before going down, and now licking it's way up and down her womanhood.

Amber moaned like an animal now, her upper body shooting up. She bucked and swayed her hips, grinding her ass and young pussy into the eager face of this anonymous old man behind her, as he greedily slurped and sucked on her virgin pussy, her she- juices filling his mouth as he gulped them down. Amber's hands went behind his head, pulling it further into her ass as he dined on her tender young pussy, separating the lips with the tip of his tongue, and then penetrating the treasure within.

Amber continued to grind against his face, feeling a sensation swelling and building within her.

"Yes... yes... please, baby... please taste me... your tongue feels so good inside of me, baby... I love it so much..."

The General grunted with pleasure at this, at having this woman so many decades younger than himself respond to his tongue in such a manner, and especially calling him 'baby'. He hadn't felt desired in so long, and now this little girl, who was just a stranger to him half an hour ago, was pleading with him to have his way with her, and calling him 'baby'. He was determined to bring her pleasure like she had never felt before, and he was determined to make her his. At 79 years old, he was going to claim this young woman as his property, and he was going to build that family in his twilight years that he should have built so many years ago.

He used the tip of his tongue to probe in and out of her young pussy, and judging by her hips, he must be doing something right. He used the bridge of his nose to stimulate her asshole while his tongue took her from behind, and he felt her fingernails digging into his bald scalp, pushing him further into her young tight ass as she ground it against him. She moaned and shook violently, and as his nose and mouth were filled with her warmth and scent, he became keenly aware that he had just brought her to an orgasm, though he had no way of knowing that it was the first orgasm she had ever felt.

Amber panted, waves of pleasure coursing through her body and now finally gradually subsiding. She had never felt anything like that before, and from what she had gathered from what she had read and heard, that was an orgasm.

She smiled to herself absent mindedly, as she got it now. If that was what an orgasm felt like, she understood why some people would go so far and be willing to sacrifice so much in eternal pursuit of one. Having felt her first one, she immediately wanted to feel one again, and thought grimly to herself that she might all ready be addicted to them - and possibly, addicted to this mysterious old man who had produced it in her.

She groaned again as she pictured herself being in service to an old man in a rest home, using his body to produce more orgasms like that, all the while Leonard never suspecting a thing, never once thinking that his faithful high school girlfriend was secretly becoming a whore to an old man she didn't even know.

The taboo nature of these thoughts excited her, and she bit her bottom lip again, continuing to grind her ass against the face of her anonymous elderly lover, as she now ran her fingers through the few remaining hairs atop his head. She listened to the sounds of his suckling and slurping on her teenage pussy, and was instantly aware of when they stopped.

She opened her eyes, unaware of what was going on behind her as she felt the old man's head escape her grasp as he shuffled his body behind her. Before she could say anything to protest or encourage, he was now standing behind her, placing his right hand on her hip and holding her in place and his left hand grabbed his erect penis. He brought it to the entrance of her womanhood, and she felt it's bulbous, swollen head push up against it.

She froze, unsure of what to do or say, but she then closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as she felt him rubbing the tip of his penis up and down against her pussy, seemingly massaging it with his tip. She bucked her hips against him as he did so, rocking her body against his dick tip as he stimulated her young pussy with it, slowly rubbing it up and down her womanhood.

Not even aware she was doing it, Amber bucked her hips up against him every time the swollen head passed the entrance to her womanhood, almost trying to force it to penetrate her. She was only becoming dimly aware of just how badly she wanted to feel him inside of her.

He continued to stimulate her pussy with his erection a few more times, very much aware of how desperately she was trying to manipulate it into him entering her. But he wasn't quite ready for that yet. Not quite yet.

He pulled his engorged cock away from her and she groaned in protest, bucking her hips and ass against nothing as they searched in vain for their quarry. Instead, he pushed down on the small of her back again, once more bending her over.

He now lined his cock up with her ass crack, and began to thrust there, his ancient hairy cock sliding up and down her young ass crack as his hairy balls slammed against the bottom of her ass cheeks and inner thighs.

Amber's upper body shot back up, and instantly she got into the rhythm, slamming her hips up against him, feeling her elderly lover's cock gliding up and down her ass crack as his balls pounded against her. Moaning with a deep hunger, Amber's left arm reached behind her and delicately stroked his bearded cheek, while her right hand reached between her legs and found his balls, stroking them lovingly between her fingers.

She couldn't have told you why, but she was secretly delighted upon discovering how hairy those balls were. She turned her face back towards his, desperate to kiss him.

"Yes baby... just like that... oh God, baby... tell me you want me..." she whispered.

He leaned his head closer to hers, and whispered into her ear, "I want you." She groaned at this, her face contorting over her shoulder in it's desperation to find his lips, until he finally met her halfway, and his ancient, bearded lips met her smooth, young lips, and these age gap bodies exchanged a deep, hungering kiss; a lovers' kiss, as their lips devoured one another, and their tongues met one another, caressing and massaging one another.

She felt his missing and rotting teeth, and his tongue traced along her braces, as she moaned and felt her body release one more time, wracking her with another orgasm. His old man cock swelled and hardened between her tight young ass cheeks, which she pushed together to further stimulate his excitement.

"Say it again... say that you want me..." she said with a mouthful of his tongue.

"I want you," he said, sucking her tongue into his mouth. "I want to make love to you... I want to make you mine..."

Amber groaned at this, slamming her ass against his hips, her ass squeezing and stroking his cock, milking it. He groaned, and she suddenly realized that, if she didn't stop, he was going to explode all over her naked teen ass.

Part of her deliberated if she really wanted to give away her virginity to an old, elderly man she had just met; an old man whose name she didn't even know. But another part of her reasoned that he had all ready taken so many firsts from her, that this was really the only one left. What's one more? Besides, he told her he wanted her. If Leonard had wanted her, then he would be here, wouldn't he?

Amber slammed her ass against his body one last time, grinding his rock hard cock up between her firm young body and his belly; her tiny ass cheeks squeezing it possessively as she pressed her back against his chest and belly. He wrapped two massive, flabby elderly arms around her chest; arms covered in silver hair. Though she had no real breasts to play with, that didn't seem to bother him as instead he used his fingers to massage and twist and pinch her rock hard nipples, which made her moan and groan and gasp in excitement.

His head nuzzled against the right side of her neck, and she felt his beard bristling there as his lips kissed and suckled on her tender young neck flesh. Her right arm circled his balding head, rubbing the back of his head while he fed on her neck and played with her nipples.

She lost herself in the moment, enjoying what it felt like to be genuinely wanted; genuinely desired by someone, even if he was a senior citizen so much older than her. It was her own birthday, and nobody at her high school, not even her so called boyfriend, seemed to want her.

But here was this anonymous old, fat man, a stranger to her, who desired her young body so much that he was taking the time to feast upon her, and make sure she felt the pleasure from it. He hungered for her young, 18 year old flesh, which made her hunger for his body in return.

She burned with lust for him; she was consumed by it, and her reservations about giving into these temptations ebbed and lessened the more he masterfully stroked her nipples, playing her tiny firm body like a musical instrument, and the more he made love to her neck flesh with his rotten old mouth. She had never felt arousal like this before, an inner fire that demanded her obedience and could only be extinguished by her complete and total surrender to this old fat man who seemed to have mastered the secrets of her body immediately upon meeting her.

What else could she do but gift her body to him? Let this old man, this man older than her own grandfather, be the first man inside of her. Let his experienced cock make a woman out of her.

As he kissed, suckled and nibbled on her neck, kissing his way down to her shoulder blades, and as his gnarled, hair covered, bony old fingers kneaded at her tiny nipples like bread dough, her head swam with desire, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth opening and closing, gasping for air as this old stranger has his way with her virgin body, every inch of her flesh alive, ablaze, and demanding his attention.

She felt his lips on the flesh where her neck and shoulders meet now, devouring every inch of her even as his stiffened manhood throbbed within her ass crack. Every inch of her body was covered in goosebumps, and her womanhood hungered to feel him inside of her, even as she felt another orgasm beginning to build up inside of her.

"You really want me...? Do you....?" she asked again, her voice barely a whisper.

He lifted his mouth to her ear, his hot breath blowing into the center of her brain, and making her thoughts short circuit as he whispered into her ear his response : "I do... I do want you..."

She moaned in response to this. She needed to hear this; she needed to know that someone wanted her, even if it was this anonymous old man who she never so much as knew existed an hour ago. He wanted her; he wanted her so much that he couldn't control himself, and ran his hands, mouth and hard cock all over her tight young body as soon as he had seen her.

Her own boyfriend who supposedly loved her, didn't even want her enough to skip a fucking video game tonight, and yet here this man, so much older than her, wanted her so much that he couldn't control himself, couldn't control his urges, and without so much as knowing her name, he went about tasting and sampling her body, immediately upon meeting her.

And she had let him.

His hands now went down her flat stomach, his rough palms feeling their way down her smooth flesh, intent upon their destination. Her body continued to sway and grind against his, using her ass to pleasure his rock hard cock.

Who deserved to be the first to have her, if not him? Who wanted her virginity more - her absent boyfriend, or this elderly stranger, drunk on his own lust? It wasn't even a question.

"Take me, baby," she moaned to him. "I'm giving my body to you... be my first. You want me, and I want you. Please... make love to me. Show me how much you want me..."

He groaned in response to this, and she felt his cock twitch as her ass cheeks clenched it tightly, grinding against it. She reached down with her left hand and began to fondle his balls again - so incredibly hairy - trying to stoke the desire in them, as she turned her face to her left, towards his.

He lifted his mouth from her neck and met hers, their lips again meeting and immediately pressing against one another, the urgency of their kisses betraying the desire felt by these two lovers, separated by decades. She felt his tongue part her lips and she again welcomed it into her hot and eager mouth, meeting it with her own teenage tongue, running it over his as it entered his own mouth, feeling it's way upon his cracked and missing teeth.

She turned around to face him and kiss him deeper, wrapping both arms around his neck, joining her fingers together as her slender, teenage arms held his head in place, and his bloated, ancient hands and bony fingers went to her bony hips, and together, the lovers held one another for several moments, kissing one another deeply and passionately, their bodies against one another truly showing their contrast - her small, young slender body, with it's smooth, pale skin, and his old, wrinkled, pock marked skin, his entire body covered in a thick coat of silver hair that covered his obese stomach, bulbous boobs, and even grew wildly on his shoulders and back, down his dimpled ass and all over his chubby thighs, and growing thick over his groin, manhood, and down his taint.

Their bodies looked worlds apart as well as decades, and seemingly had nothing to do with one another, yet here they were by choice, their age gap bodies coming together even as they drank deeply of one another's kisses as though they were passionate lovers for years, and not actually strangers who had just met.

His erect, swollen cock pressed clumsily against her womanhood, it's tip stabbing just below her groin at the point where her thighs met, and as they kissed she rubbed her soaking wet pussy against his cock, coating it in her slick juices, and marking it with her scent, marking it as her property. She moaned into his mouth as her orgasm threatened to build again, and in response she swiveled her hips as if in rhythm to an absent melody, her hungry young virgin pussy dancing against his manhood, as if willing it to enter her. In response he pressed his body against hers, his weight forcing her slowly backwards, until her ass was up against his bed.

Not needing any further instructions, she released him from the kiss, and slowly crawled backwards into his bed, finally, for the first time, getting an eyeful of what her lover really looked like. She had expected him to be old, but she was shocked to see how truly old he appeared to be. His face was wrinkled and heavy with lines, deep bags beneath his eyes. His mouth was surrounded by a huge, bushy, unkempt beard, which was grey and silver like the hair that crowned his balding head. The top of his head was bald except for a few whisps, but the crown of hair he wore beneath his bald pate he wore long and shaggy, like a skullet. If she didn't know any better, she would have almost sworn this was a homeless man.

She crawled into the bed, sitting up against the headboard, legs spread invitingly, watching him as he entered the bed with her, studying his body, the body of the man who was going to take her virginity. He was indeed very heavyset, and she couldn't get over how incredibly hairy he was. It wasn't the type of body she would have imagined giving herself over to, to be the first man to ever feel her.

As recently as this morning, had you shown her this man, this senior citizen, and told her that this was the man who would be deflowering her, she would have been repulsed, and called you a liar. But right now, in this moment, she couldn't imagine wanting anyone else, and even if Leonard were to suddenly show up and express his love and undying affection for her, she would push him aside, and continue to welcome this fat old stranger into her.

This body - fat, hairy, ancient and wrinkled - was contrary to everything she had ever found attractive before. But he had changed something inside of her, and looking at his body now, this body almost every other girl her age would be repulsed by, she felt her mouth water and her teenage womanhood quiver with desire.

She now desired this body, wanted to feel it against hers, wanted to feel it inside of hers, wanted her mouth and lips and tongue all over it. She now found this body incredibly sexy and she couldn't imagine wanting any other body to be the first one to ever feel her. This, suddenly and inexplicably, had become her dream body.

What had he done to her? Was this simply the lust of the moment, or is this really who she was now, and this is truly what she would desire going forward? Mr. Rhodes - sorry, Jamison - certainly would love to know about this change inside of her.

But Jamison wasn't here right now. Leonard wasn't here right now. This nameless old man was, and that was all she wanted. She would give her teenage body to him - tonight, and any other night he wanted, going forward. She figured that, after this, she would belong to him, if he would have her.

"Goodbye, Leonard. Enjoy World of Warcraft as much as you want, now" she thought to herself. "I found someone new. Someone who really wants me, who really desires me, and isn't afraid to show it. So what if I am the only girl in the high school whose boyfriend lives in an old folks home?"

He didn't know her name, and she didn't know his. But he wanted her, and now she wanted him.

He was in the bed now, on his knees, and walking on his knees towards her, his cock acting as something like a diving rod, leading him to the buried treasure that was her unexplored, untouched femininity. She looked down at his cock, the first cock she would ever feel, the cock that was mere seconds away from taking her virginity away from her and making her a woman.

It wasn't an especially large penis, though it's tip did seem especially swollen. It was so incredibly hairy, it almost looked like a monster. It reminded her of a gnarled old tree root : ancient, twisted, angry, and full of wisdom.

And it was about to be hers.

She looked up from his gnarled, angry, ancient hairy cock, and into his bright, sparkling eyes. She smiled at him, and he returned the smile as he neared closer. She opened her legs for him and raised her arms towards him, beckoning him into them. He came into her arms and she closed them around him, her hands rubbing his flabby, hairy back up and down as her lips once again met his, and his hands went to her hips, holding her in place as the tip of his cock met the slit of her pussy, sliding up against it as it sought out her entrance.

She lifted her right hand up to her face to remove her glasses, but he placed his hand over hers, stopping her. She broke away from the kiss and looked at him in confusion, but he merely shook his head at her.

"I want you. Just the way you are. Keep them on."

She slowly released the glasses from her hand and threw her hands behind his head, forcefully pulling his head towards hers, and immediately set about devouring his lips with her hungry kisses. God, she wanted him so badly. She had never felt so aroused before, and definitely not by an old man.

She bucked her hips up against the tip of his rock hard cock, her womanhood looking to devour it. She kissed him wildly and deeply and he kissed her back, finally forcing her back against the headboard, pinning her there, as he placed his left hand on the headboard beside her head, steadying himself as his tongue made love to her mouth, and his right hand rubbed his ancient cock up and down her slit, looking for entry. Finally, his swollen tip found the entrance to her canal, and his hand held his cock steady as he bucked his hips slowly forward, pushing it up against the resistance it felt there.

Amber moaned into his mouth. The pleasure was going in waves up and down her spine, as she felt it building to a crescendo deep inside of her. She felt the pressure just outside of her pussy, and she knew what it meant. She knew that his old man cock was looking to enter her, and she was going to allow it. She began to buck her hips against it, trying to help it. She wanted it. She needed it.

She found herself beginning to think about the sheer number of young women's pussies that ancient cock had broken in, all in the decades before she was even born. She imagined that it had to be several, probably more than even he could remember. And now, all those girls he had inducted into womanhood all those years ago were old maids, or perhaps grandmothers, or maybe not even with us anymore.

Either way, their days of sex were long behind them, and yet the experienced cock that had initiated them was still at it, as even now, in this moment, she was about to let it tame her stupid zoomer pussy. This thought, of being just another notch on his long list of conquests, somehow excited her even more, pushing her past the point as her pussy spasmed and she felt another orgasm slowly travel down her body.

His cock seized this moment, and soon the head of his cock had begun to penetrate her, it's very tip slowly submerging into her. She moaned, half in pleasure, half in pain, as the pressure was immense and unexpected. He slowly pulled his lips away, and whispered into her ear, "It's going to hurt, just a bit. Are you sure you want this?"

She looked into his eyes with a glazed expression, as if drunk on emotion and desire. She brushed his wild bearded cheek with her hand, looking deeply into him. "More than anything. I give you me... I give you my body. Please... please take me. I want you."

He nodded, and leaned down closer to her. "I want you to look me in the eyes as I enter you, and we become one. I want to see the look in your eyes when you feel it."

She nodded, and he rested his forehead against hers. They kissed one more time - a deep, passionate, tongue-less kiss. A lovers' kiss. After several moments of this tender kiss, he reluctantly pulled his lips away, his forehead still resting against hers, their eyes locked into one another.

He looked deeply into her green eyes, magnified by the lens of her glasses, and she noticed how bright his blue eyes were, making them stand out amidst the many deep lines and thick hair on his face, and for the first time, she decided that, despite how he might look, at this moment she was deeply attracted to him. She desired him; she wanted to kiss each and every line on that ancient face.

She felt that immense pressure again against her womanhood, more intense this time. He looked into her eyes, deep into her very being, and despite the building pain she felt, she was determined not to look away, or close her eyes.

She bit her lip to suppress her scream as he thrusted his hips up against her again, and more of his helmeted invader pushed it's way into her tight virgin crevasse. She felt his warm, rough, calloused hand on her left cheek, and she immediately put her right hand over his, every part of her desiring any sort of skin on skin contact with him.

Skin on skin?

Wait a second.

The thought hadn't really occurred to her until just now, but he was about to be inside of her, without a condom. Nothing would be between them - his naked old cock would be exploring her bare, and anything that leaked out of him would go immediately into her body. She remembered the big deal Leonard had made about making sure they had a condom for tonight, as the last thing he wanted to deal with was a baby. Amber had agreed with him, and pestered him relentlessly about acquiring a condom for this once in her lifetime event.

And now, here this old fat stranger was, slowly entering her inch by inch without a single thing on his fat old cock except for body hair. What should she do? Should she make him stop? Could a man his age even produce sperm potent enough to make her teenage body pregnant?

She had to admit that she really wasn't sure about that last point. Did sperm have a shelf life? And if it didn't, wasn't she worried about this old man she had just met, who she was now fucking without a condom, getting her pregnant? Should she make him pull out at his moment of climax?

Looking deep into those brilliant blue eyes, and feeling his calloused old hand on her smooth young cheek, she felt a part of her deep inside ache with a sense of loss at the prospect of asking him to pull out. Maybe it had been a long time for him, and if so, she decided that he deserved to feel himself explode deep inside of her virgin pussy, as a reward for taming one more wild teenage pussy.

And, were she to be honest with herself, at this moment, she decided that something deep inside of her, a very feminine part of her very basic biological programming, wanted his seed deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his orgasm exploding in her most private area, and if his cum was still virile enough to get her pregnant - she was not on any sort of birth control, after all - then so much the better.

Her eyes fluttered with pleasure and she felt a tremor of desire deep inside of her as she imagined herself pregnant, her once flat and taut teenage belly swollen with the child this old man had put into her. A baby born of the desire this teenage girl and this 80 year old man felt for one another.

"God,' she thought to herself at this. She pictured herself in her graduation gown, her pregnant belly visible beneath it, this old man in his mobile wheelchair in the audience, nobody suspecting of being the father.

She pictured herself straddling him in that same wheelchair later on, his pants around his ankles and her graduation gown open to reveal her naked pregnant teenage body beneath it, her small, non existent titties now finally more than just a flat board as they swelled with milk. She imagined herself guiding his now-familiar cock into the teenage pussy he had since claimed as his property, and then her bucking her hips against his as she fucked him in his wheelchair, their lips again locked together before she whispered into his hairy ear, "After this one comes... give me another... please..."

She groaned with desire at this fantasy, and with how much she wanted it. How much she wanted to become devoted to this man, and how much she wanted to use her 18 year old body not only to please him, but to give him a family as well.

Her pussy trembled hungrily at her fantasies, getting even wetter, permitting the old man to thrust his hips forward and submerge more of his naked elderly cock into her virginal pussy. He moaned with pleasure at her tightness, and at the warm, moist sensation he could feel slowly beginning to envelop his meaty intruder, as now his entire helmeted tip had entered her.

She gasped and her body jolted, the alternating bouts of pain and pleasure as her womanhood informed her brain and her pleasure receptors about this unexpected intruder. She gripped his meaty forearms with each hand, her fingernails digging into the pale, hairy, wrinkled flesh, as she gritted her teeth and breathed hard and deep, almost like a mother giving birth.

She was mere seconds away from surrendering her virginity, and he was mere seconds away from adding yet another maidenhead to his list of conquests.

He looked into her eyes with desire and concern, stopping his thrusts momentarily as he permitted her pussy time to adjust itself to his tip before he pushed more of himself in. Amber considered the wrinkled, bearded face of her unexpected lover, and she felt touched at his careful consideration; at his patience in becoming one with her, being extra careful not to hurt her, while also guaranteeing that she got as much pleasure out of this as he did.

She rested the back of her head against the headboard, looking down at the ancient, fuzzy, angry looking cock now with it's head buried in her high school pussy. This sent another wave of arousal throughout her body, and she found that odd, considering how just this time yesterday - hell, just this morning if she were being honest with herself - her idea of a "dream man" was something like her boyfriend Leonard : young, pseudo-intellectual, thin, and cute.

She would never have considered looking at a senior citizen as a sexual being, let alone an object of desire for her, and the idea of a great big, fat, balding old man covered in body hair helping himself to her teenage body would have repulsed her.

Yet, here she was, on this old man's own bed, her slender young thighs spread open, welcoming his ample frame into her young, fertile, untouched pussy, and not only was she not repulsed, she was more aroused and excited than she had ever been, and couldn't wait to let this elderly stranger be the only man in her life to take her virginity from her, which she offered to him freely. And given every opportunity, she wouldn't change a thing, and she definitely wouldn't change partners for anyone in the world.

What changed? Was it really just something as simple as her feeling wanted and desired by someone on the day she felt her lowest, and was at her most vulnerable? Was that, coupled with the emotion and the pleasure surrounding the sacrifice of her virginity, simply overriding her logic and causing her to think thoughts and conjure fantasies completely out of character for her? Was this old man's cock so transformative that simply allowing it to penetrate her was completely rewiring everything in her brain, her heart and her groin?

Or was his kindness, his desire, and the pleasure he so freely offered her simply uncovering something that had always been there deep inside of her, something that she simply wasn't aware of? She momentarily thought about Mr. Rhodes - sorry, Jamison - and the middle aged driver trying to pick her up earlier. Could they pick up on something about her that she wasn't aware of? Were they just perverted old creeps taking their shot at a young woman, or could they tell that she was made to be a lover of old man cocks?

She moaned again as she thought about Jamison. He really wasn't an unattractive man, not really. She should be flattered that a man of his advanced age and experience sees something worthwhile in her, and she resolved to treat him differently going forward.

The old man leaned forward and placed a gentle, loving kiss onto Amber's forehead, and took this opportunity to thrust his hips into her one more time, and here he felt what seemed to be a wall of resistance against his cock.

He knew what this meant, and it would take one more, violent thrust if he was planning on thoroughly fucking this girl's teenage cunt for the first time, and initiate her properly into womanhood. Given his considerable past experience in this field, he knew that it would be painful for the young girl, if only for a fleeting moment. He would minimize this pain for her as much as he could, if he were able.

He rested his forehead against hers again, their eyes peering into one another's, Amber's breathing coming in sharp as her desire matched her anxiety in intensity. His aged left hand gently went to her cheek, and he smiled at her faintly, as he whispered to her, "This is it. This is where our bodies become one. Are you ready....?"

Amber nodded eagerly, placing her young slender hands onto his shoulders. "Yes... yes, I am ready."

"Do you trust me...?"

Amber nuzzled her cheek against his palm, as she whispered in response, "I trust you, baby. Make love to me. Be my first..."

The old man nodded in understanding, and answered, "It's going to be intense, but just ride it out... it's only for a moment. Look into my eyes as I enter you..."

She nodded, and their eyes stared deeply into one another, her fingernails digging into his hairy shoulders as he swung his massive ass backwards, and then forward one more time, pushing his bare elderly cock against the resistance of her hymen.

Amber squeezed her eyes shut and hissed through her gritted teeth as she felt a tremendous amount of pressure in her nether regions, bringing with it alternating waves of sharp pain tempered with tremendous pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders with such intensity that they broke the skin, and small trickles of blood sputtered out into his thick coat of hair.

Undeterred, the old man put his left hand on Amber's slender waist, holding her in place, as he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around his turgid, meaty dick, steadying it and pushing it further into her even as his pelvis rocked back and slowly forth, wearing down the meek resistance her maidenhead offered against this hairy, meaty, wrinkled invader.

Amber puffed out her cheeks as she huffed and puffed through her gritted teeth. "Fffffffuuuuuuuck... oh my GOD! I can't... I can't... baby... please..."

The old man looks Amber in the eyes one final time before returning his gaze to their groins, and sneering with effort, uses his hips and his hand to push forward one final time, with enough force to finally break through Amber's protective hymen and submerge his experienced cock, and he goes in as deeply as he can, her trembling, tight teenage pussy allowing about half of his cock in so far.

Amber's eyes bulge in surprise and pain, and reacting quickly, the old man covers her mouth with his left hand, stifling her screams before they alert his neighbors as to the intergenerational sex happening behind his door. He rests his left cheek against hers and whispers words of comfort into her ear as she clenches her eyes shut, sobbing behind his thick, rough hand.

"Shhhh.... shhhh... it's all right, baby. I'm right here... I'm right here with you. Just breathe... breathe, baby. I know it hurts, but give it a moment... it will subside..."

Even clenched shut, tears formed in Amber's eyes. She listened to his words and tried to process them as she sobbed behind his hand. "I know it hurts", he says. Easy for him to say! He's not the one with someone else's big, fat hairy cock forcing it's way inside of his body!

Her pussy felt like it had been ripped violently open, and was now engulfed in flames. The pain was almost unbearable, but even as she was preparing to wail about this seemingly endless pain, she noticed that, as she followed his advice and breathed deeply, the pain was indeed beginning to subside, and in it's place was a flurry of sensations.

She felt her no longer mint condition pussy stretching itself to accommodate it's erect visitor, contorting itself to it's contours and ridges while also loosening up enough to permit him to enter her further. She noticed just how full she felt; a satisfying sense of completion rather than discomfort at this fullness.

She sighed as her sobbing began to cease, and she focused on this feeling of being full; of being stuffed. It felt right. It felt natural.

Above all else, it felt good.

Yes, as the pain became a fading memory, Amber became increasingly aware of just how pleasurable his cock felt inside of her pussy. She had never felt anything quite like this before; had no idea that something like this could feel so good. This old man's cock was inside of her pussy. It was inside of her body in the most intimate way imaginable, and now their two bodies were joined together as one.

She slowly opened her eyes, and as she blinked through the tears, she saw his face staring right back at her through his wrinkles, lines, and hair. She saw his chapped lips forming a smile, and in that moment she felt more pleasure and more joy than she could ever recall feeling.

She studied his wrinkled, lined face; his leathery skin and his haggard, greying hair. This was the face of the man who had taken her virginity away from her. This was the gnarled, ancient face of the man who, like for so many countless young women before her, had used his experienced cock to give her the gift of sex and welcome her to womanhood. His weathered old cock felt so good inside of her, so natural. Like it was right where it belonged. Right now, in this moment, as she studied this old man's face, she felt so much desire for him - not just for the sex act currently underway, but for all the days ahead. If this is what sex felt like, then she decided that she wanted it more often. She wanted it frequently.

And she wanted it with him, with her very own dirty old man. He was the first man ever to conquer her body, so in her mind, her body belonged to him. She belonged to him, and if she could, she would give him the gift of her body every night going forward.

She felt so many strong feelings and emotions for him. Was it just hormones and pleasure from him being the first one to enter her that was clouding her brain and logic? Or was it possible for her to all ready feel so strongly, so possessive of someone she had just met; a man she didn't even know the name of? As it was, she found herself biting her lip to prevent herself from saying "that word" to him, and possibly scaring him away forever and ruining this otherwise perfect moment.

The old man put his arms around Amber's slight, shivering body and pulled her against his large and hairy one, holding her in a gentle and loving embrace. She put her arms around his, resting her head on his flabby chest as he allowed her pussy time to stretch itself open and mold itself around his naked cock. He sighed, closing his eyes so he could focus on the pleasure her tight pussy was giving him.

It was almost obscene, a man so much older and larger than this petite teenage girl being allowed to deflower her on his own bed, with his bare, naked erection throbbing inside of her unprotected, fertile, newly 18 years old pussy. God, she felt so good... so tight, that her canal seemed to be clenching shut around his cock, ready to milk every last drop of his potent, life forming cum out of his ancient hairy balls.

Her pussy was so warm, and wet... how long had it been since he had been inside of a woman? At least 15 years? He had assumed that part of his life was over, and he would go to his grave never again knowing the sensual pleasures of a woman's body.

He had been in a relationship of sorts with another resident of Edgewood back when he was 64 or so, and she was 62 and recently divorced. Their sex life was regular and more or less satisfying, but he had to admit that the pleasures of a woman seasoned with years and experience paled in comparison to the joys of breaking in a fresh, unused young woman's pussy, and being the first one to help mold, shape and instruct them into the lover that they would go on to become. He kissed her naked shoulder blade and then up towards her collarbone.

When was the last time he had broken in a fresh virgin? How long had it been? It had to have been that 18 year old Korean girl he lived next door to in that old apartment complex he lived in when he was about 55. It seemed almost like a lifetime ago now, but in this moment he could recall the night she showed up at his door, in tears because she had been stood up at the prom. There she was, so beautiful in her brand new Senior Prom dress, her beautiful exotic face scrunched up in heartbreak as tears flowed down her face. As soon as he opened the door she was in his arms, and as he held her she told him how rejected she felt; how unwanted, how ugly, what a fool she was...

So he showed her how desired she was by kissing each tear away from her face, before finally giving her a soft, tender kiss on her lips. She pulled back and looked at him with shock, then confusion, and then... and then her features softened, and a different but familiar look came into her eyes as they narrowed, and her mouth opened as she went back into his arms, putting her little almond colored arms around his neck and pulling his face back towards hers, and their lips met again, kissing a kiss of long restrained passion and desire, as her teenage Korean tongue entered his middle aged mouth, finding his tongue and embracing it even as their bodies embraced, his rough hands going to her hips and pulling her body against his.

She gasped with surprise as she felt his stiffness poking against her, then groaned with desire and understanding once she realized what it was, and what it meant.

She stayed over at his apartment that night, giving her virgin teenage body to the General, trusting him to be the first one to explore her body, to use his age and experience to break her in, make her a woman, make her feel wanted, loved and desired. All these years later, he could still recall pinning her tiny, petite body down on the bed with his weight, their hands intertwined as her fingers clenched his tightly, her eyes locked in with his as she bit her bottom lip in nervousness and excitement as she felt his stiff manhood push it's way past her labia, and slowly, inch by agonizing inch, penetrating it's way into her virgin pussy, until finally it happened, and his experienced cock successfully broke through, and she gasped - first in pain, then in shock, and finally in pleasure as his thickness filled her and she was no longer a virgin, but a woman - HIS woman.

He remembered that look in her eyes as she looked up at him, moaning in pleasure as he thrust in and out of her, stretching her young Korean pussy out to accommodate his girth; a look that seemed shocked that the man she had just considered to be her friendly old man neighbor had suddenly and inexplicably became her first lover. She raised her head to kiss his lips, and as her pussy spasmed in pleasure around his cock, remembered her accented voice moaning, "God, yes... yes... I love you..."

He didn't expect to hear that from her, but in that moment, it seemed right. He didn't say it back, but he did continue to love her petite body, until finally the moment came where he sat up on his hands, thrusting deeper and harder into her, ready to pull out as he felt that familiar sensation forming in his balls.

Almost as though she knew what was happening, she sat up and put her little arms around his back and pulled his upper body back down against hers, locking her little legs around his waist and ass as it rose up and down, slapping against her young adult body, keeping him locked into place as he roared, evacuating his DNA deep into her eager and receptive young pussy, which eagerly slurped up every drop into her womb and called out for more.

They made love two more times over the course of the night, and as she snuck out back home at the crack of dawn, once again declared her love for him. They became lovers over the course of that summer after graduation, and she found herself over at his house nearly every day, and staying over in his bed as often as she could.

He came inside of her each and every time, and she even went off birth control, planning on a future and a family with her much older lover. He really thought that she was the one, and that he had finally found the life partner that he had forsaken in his youth.

But once her very traditional and very conservative Korean parents found out about it, that was the end of that. She cried and begged and pleaded, but she was forbidden to see him again. Her dad - at least 10 years younger than him - told the General that she was being sent back to live with family in Korea. He suspected that, when she was sent away, she was likely pregnant with their child. But the family moved out soon afterwards, and he had never heard anything from or about her again.

That was over 20 years ago, and that was the last young lover he had ever had; the last virgin he had taken it upon himself to deflower. In all the years up to that point, he viewed conquering virgins as a challenge to himself; achievements that proved his virility and masculinity while also boosting his confidence that, even as he grew into middle age and beyond, he was capable of bedding inexperienced and shy teenage girls. But the older he got, the more infrequent they became, and by the time that shy little Korean girl from next door came knocking, he had decided that it was long past time to go to the next level - not just breaking them into the world of sexuality, but to also begin the art of breeding. To build a family. He thought that she was his last chance, and once she was taken from him, he was now alone.

He didn't have another sexual release until ten years later, with Marge, the other retiree from Edgewood. And once she was gone, his sexual life expired right alongside her.

Coming from a past where acquiring women had never traditionally been a problem, he simply never took on the habit of masturbation. It seemed wasteful - why use your hand to stimulate yourself to climax and waste your seed, when with just a little bit of effort you could find an eager young pussy to eagerly receive that seed from you? But as he entered his 70s, he began to accept the inevitable, that perhaps his cock was being forced into retirement.

A few months ago, Edgewood hired that sexy little young brunette, Heather. Immediately upon seeing her, The General felt his old self again. Of course, he wasn't alone - practically every old coot in Edgewood, married or single, fancied her, and practically every one of them took time out of their day to hobble by the front desk and dust off their best pick up lines on her. Young Heather, who looked to be at least 18 or 19, took it all in good spirit, and perfected the art of letting them down gently.

But The General was a military man, and he was taught to never surrender.

He harbored serious doubts as to whether or not any of the other gentlemen of advanced age at Edgewood had a fraction of his experience with bedding young women or breaking in virgins, so he decided it was a game of patience. He bided his time and waited all the other old fogies out, and once they had seemingly either gotten the hint or exhausted themselves, he moved in.

By that time, Heather had likely assumed that most of the flirting and inappropriate comments from the residents was behind her, but then came The General. Despite his uncouth appearance, he knew that he was good with his lines, and better with his tenacity.

Initially, Heather dismissed him out of hand, like any of the other retirees. Then, she fell back on the excuse of her fiancee. Then, she would simply laugh or express surprise. The General felt as though things were progressing nicely and smoothly, and that he was slowly wearing her down, as now she seemed to be trying harder to convince herself rather than discourage him.

Maybe, just maybe, he might pull out another miracle just yet and land Heather. He just needed one shot, and after that he was confident that he could get her away from her fiancee, and into his arms, and his years of being alone would be over.

But all of that was in the past. Heather was in the past. This little red headed miracle had walked into the wrong room, and consequently she had walked into her new future as The General's new and final plaything. The notion of pursuing Heather and all of the games that went along with it no longer appealed to him. Let her go back to her fiancee. He had this tiny little redhead now. She was his, she was his forever, and he had her right where he wanted her.

And where he wanted her was on his bed, her petite body in his arms, and his thick old man cock inside her virgin teen pussy. Once he had finally penetrated her, he held her little body against his fat hairy body, listening to her catch her breath as the pain and the shock slowly subsided, and her little pussy slowly stretched itself more and more to accommodate his girth. She was so tight, so wet, so warm - he was more than happy to just hold her, motionless, so that he could just enjoy this moment, and savor that new pussy feeling that he had almost forgotten.

Gradually, he felt her loosening up more and more, and he would slowly push himself further into her. She would moan into his ear, and her nails would dig deeper into his shoulders, even as her tiny legs would tighten around his ample waist.

This gradual process went on for several moments, until finally the General had succeeded in feeding the entirety of his throbbing erection into her eager teenage pussy, which was starving for his elderly semen.

Once he was balls deep into her, he slowly began to thrust in and out of her at a slow, deliberate pace. Amber's tiny little form writhed and thrashed wildly in his flabby arms, as her brain and her body threatened to short circuit from the almost overpowering waves of pleasure traveling through the course of her body.

She grunted, moaned and gasped, alternating between exclaiming word fragments - "God! Fu - Oh! I can't - GAH! Baby! Plea - OH!" - and covering the entirety of his face and his lips in her kisses.

Amber felt as though she were going to pass out. Her pussy felt so incredibly full that she felt there were no way that he was ever going to be able to fit the rest of himself inside of her, and once he succeeded in doing so, her body felt like electricity was passing through her body, from her pussy, up her spine and into her brain, threatening to overpower her.

She couldn't think. She could barely remember to breathe. All she could do was focus on the pleasure this old man was bringing her, and hopefully in turn bring him pleasure in return.

Every part of her body felt alive and on fire. Her toes curled involuntarily, and her tiny little nipples had never been so hard, rubbing up against his far larger and hairier breasts, the friction created by his thrusting making her nipples ache with need; need for his attention. She longed to feel his fingers and more importantly his mouth upon her flat chest, but she wasn't capable of forming any words. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she surrendered herself to another orgasm, which had to be her most powerful one yet.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if an orgasm brought about by penetration simply hit differently than an orgasm provoked through digital or oral stimulation.

As her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes, and first glanced at the face of her elderly lover, this man who had mastered her body. His eyes were clenched shut, making his face appear even more lined and wrinkled than normal. His mouth hung open as he panted, and she longed to feel the wet warmth of his mouth again.

She watched his face as he continued to break in her body, and again reflected upon how this face - so wrinkled, hairy, and ancient - was contrary to everything she had ever found desirable, but looking at it now, in the throes of their shared passion, his wizened face and broken teeth made her heart and groin flutter in desire. She wanted that face, that body, and she wanted to be conquered and owned by that face and body.

Her gaze went down to their groins, where she watched his twisted, gnarled, angry, hairy cock thrust in and out of her shaven, miniature pussy. His cock gleamed, covered in her juices, her releases, and the blood of her initiation. Even as she watched this bloody, hairy warrior disappear into her high school pussy, reappear and disappear inside of her again, she couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that this was happening - he was inside of her.

She was having sex. She was having sex with an elderly fat stranger, and despite all the stories she had heard over the years about sex, be it from peers at school or online, she had no idea that it could ever feel like this.

She had no basis of reference to compare this level of pleasure; an intense sensation that consumed every part of her body, as well as stimulating her mind. She had no idea that anyone could ever get her body to feel like this - let alone someone at least 60 years older than herself! Had she known, there is no way she would have waited this long! She would have been having sex every day! She wanted to experience this every day, and more importantly, she wanted to experience it every day with this same fat old man - the same fat old man who was the first to ever enter her body, and who was now loving that body and bringing it more pleasure than it could withstand. Every part of her cried out, demanding his attention.

"Please... feed on me," she hissed through her teeth. "Feast on my tits."

Without a second of hesitation, the old man bent his head down towards her flat chest, and she felt the warm, slimy sensation of his tongue as it circled around her erect left nipple, then teased it by flicking it before greedily sucking it into his mouth, slurping and suckling on it.

She reared her head back, banging it against the headboard, as her brain tried to process the sensation of this old man's mouth around her nipple, suckling on it like a starving newborn before playfully nibbling on it, all the while his thick tongue painted it thick with his spit. Her right nipple throbbed in jealousy, eagerly awaiting it's turn in his mouth, as Amber stroked the few hairs on his head lovingly.

She looked down at his face, watching his old feeble mouth fondling and licking at her nipple, breastfeeding on her flat breast, streams of his spit trickling down her chest and down to her tummy, and she found herself awaiting the day his mouth would be upon her nipple, only to find milk awaiting him there. Her eyelids fluttered dreamily as she looked up and across the room, and that was when she spotted herself in the mirror across the room, attached to the dresser.

Well, she spotted what few parts of herself were visible, and not completely obstructed from view by his body. She saw her diminutive little legs curled around his ample waist, and her tiny arms circling his neck, pulling his head closer to her chest, force feeding him more of her young breast. She saw her face staring back at her, her red hair a disheveled mess, her glasses crooked upon her face, and her mouth opening and closing in pleasure as his cock - his wonderful, magical cock - did it's work inside of her, taming her young pussy and making it his exclusive property.

But it was looking at his body, and it's contrast against hers, that finally flipped the final few switches in her brain and made her lose her remaining inhibitions. She saw his dimpled, hairy ass cheeks, and how they jiggled obscenely with each thrust into her much younger pussy. She saw his love handles and his fat laden back jiggling as well, all covered with a thick coat of hair that covered his ass as well as his shoulders, and glistened with sweat beneath the lights. She saw her fingernails burrowed into his hairy shoulders, and the small trickles of blood dribbling from them, and she saw his gray skullet shaking as he devoured her tit, unrestrained.

She lifted her right hand to her mouth and sucked his blood from her fingernails, savoring the salty, coppery taste in her mouth before swallowing it down, and then repeating the process on her left hand. The notion that she was now going to be consuming all of his bodily fluids excited her, as she savored the taste of his blood and sweat in her mouth before swallowing it down. As she sucked his life essence from her fingers, she gazed at their reflection, transfixed at the obscene reflection.

She looked so small next to him, so tiny and diminutive, compared to his wrinkled hairy body. The contrast made her tingle, as did watching his mad thrusts into her womanhood, as if he were so starved for her that he couldn't control himself any longer, and had to pound away at her until his lust was slaked.

That's when she felt her lust rising as well; a carnal, animalistic hunger for his flesh that made her start slapping her groin back against his, their age gap bodies colliding against one another im a loud, sweaty cacophony.

This is who she was now, and this is what she wanted. She was born anew in that moment, a new creation - she was a plaything for old men, a young body for them to use up until they were satisfied, and her young pussy was made exclusively for old men to breed.

She snorted like a mad animal as she came to these realizations and accepted them, lifting his head by his hair before clamping it down upon her right nipple, pushing the back of his head forcefully onto it to quiet it's envious throbbing. The bed squeaked with their violent love making, and the headboard slammed against the wall repeatedly. As he loudly slurped upon her nipple, Amber kissed the left side of his neck, savoring the bristles of his hair against her tongue as she sucked his neck flesh into her mouth, nibbling and feeding upon it like a vampire.

She craved every inch of his elderly flesh, and wanted to feel it against her young, firm body. She wanted to taste every inch of it in her mouth.

"I am a plaything for old men," she kept telling herself in her head. "I belong to them. They own me. I am theirs to use and to breed."

She wasn't quite sure where this was coming from, but the words made her femininity tingle and swell, and her toes curl. She knew that another orgasm was coming, and she used her tiny arms to hug his fat body closer against hers. As the wave of pleasure surged up her spine, she whispered to him, with her mouth full of his neck flesh, "I need you to cum inside of me... please. Breed me, daddy. Own me. Breed my young pussy..."

Her body convulsed against his, rocking her with her most intense orgasm yet. As his mouth pulled on her nipple, he felt her tight pussy contract onto his cock as she submitted to her pleasure; and as it tightened around his shaft he felt as though it were trying to devour his weathered cock in it's determination to never release it.

He concentrated on how tight and warm she felt inside, how small and firm her little body felt in his arms, the taste of her hard nipples in his mouth, and the suckling of her mouth and teeth on his neck, making her mark upon his flesh. It had been so long since he had known the pleasures of a woman's body, but even considering that, he found it hard to remember ever having an encounter as pleasurable as this. Yes, he thought to himself, I want her. I want to own her. She's mine.

As the last parts of her orgasm trickled through her, Amber felt the old man's grip on her tiny body tighten, and she felt his thrusts into her young pussy begin to slow, even as they went deeper. Instinctively, she knew what this meant, and even though there was that small part of her brain that warned her to jump off of his cock while there was still time, reminding her that she wasn't on any sort of birth control and he was bare inside of her unprotected pussy with no barrier whatsoever between them, this small voice was drowned out by her biological demands to feel him shooting his vital load of his hot, sticky DNA deep into her very fertile womb.

She reached down to their joined groins with her right hand, seeking out his hairy balls, and upon finding them, she began to stroke them lovingly, coaxing their release as she played with them between her fingertips.

This stimulation along with the enticement of her pussy was too much for him, and he pulled his mouth away from her nipple, leaving it glistening with his spit, and pulled her mouth away from his neck, which now bore a large brown / purple bruise; a hickey showing her devotion to him. He joined his mouth to hers, and she parted her lips, eagerly welcoming his tongue into hers as they kissed deeply and lovingly, while deep inside of her, she felt his cock swell, then twitch and spasm against her cervix, feeling that hot, sticky wet load as he shot his very essence, his DNA deep into her, groaning into her mouth.

In that instant, she imagined a number of different old men between her legs, their wrinkled cocks now also shooting their life building cum deep into her unprotected pussy, and she moaned with desire as the montage of men changed from the General, to the old man from the car earlier, to the silent old janitor at school, and then to Jamison Rhodes... especially Jamison.

She moaned especially hard as her mind conjured him and she imagined how he must feel were he between her legs, his cock the one shooting his potent seed into her, where she would soon feel it take root and begin to slowly grow. She decided that she was simply going to have to do something about this one of these days, and try out Jamison for herself.

After all, she reasoned, this is who she is now. This was her purpose. To please old men, and to accept their seed into her pussy. Nothing else mattered to her anymore.

"Yes, daddy, that's it," she said between their kisses. "Give it all to me... breed my virgin pussy..."

She wasn't quite sure where these words were coming from, even as she said them. Did she really mean it? Did she really want this old man to knock her up, and was she really a slut just for old men to enjoy, or were these just thoughts and kinks that occurred in the heat of the moment?

She really wasn't sure she could tell, but in this moment, she knew exactly how she felt, as she began to grind her teenage groin against his cock, making sure to milk it of every vital drop. "Fuck a baby into me, daddy," she cooed. "Show the world that you own me..."

As she felt the warm, thick, life creating fluid dribble into her body and coat the walls of her stretched out, abused pussy, Amber considered that earlier she had sucked his blood off of her fingernails, and now she was enjoying the warm sensation of his cum as it spread throughout her canal and into her womb, the excess amounts of it dripping out of her and down her ass crack, as his thick pole remained inside of her, ensuring that she received every last drop of it.

Between the two, she realized, she had both of his most primal, essential life fluids now within her body, and the thought excited her while also bringing with it a very satisfying sense of completion. There's nothing more intimate than sharing one's blood or one's semen with another, and the fact that she had consumed both of the most essential parts of himself that he could share with someone, she felt more than ever that someone had definitely chosen her as their desired partner. Someone had definitely wanted her, and more importantly, someone definitely now owned her. It pleased her to be his property.

It had been so long since he had any sort of release, so naturally he had quite a load of his cum stored up for her. They kissed and squeezed one another as it continued to dribble into her, overflowing her pussy and spilling down into her ass crack and across her delectable pale thighs.

He brought her down onto the bed, his cock still inside of her, her on her back, and his corpulent form atop her, his sperm still dribbling into her. She looked up into his eyes with a glazed, dreamy expression in her eyes. "You took away my virginity... and you knocked up my teenage body... you own me, yet I don't even know your name." She punctuated this statement with a kiss, digging her fingernails into his wide ass.

"My name is Harry," he said between kisses. "Harry Reid. And what is your name, my little girl?"

She blushed at this, and studied his face as she considered his name. "Harry... Harry Reid. I like that. My name is Amber Greene, and today is my 18th birthday. I came to see my grandmother, but I found you instead..."

She began to kiss him again, and he felt her fingernails going up and down his back. "How does it feel, Harry? Are you happy to have your own little girl? Your own little pet to please you?"

Harry groaned at this, finally pulling himself out of her now properly broken in pussy. His thick, spent cock exited her with an audible "pop" noise, so tightly had her pussy held him in a vice like grip. He rolled onto his back beside her with a groan, his erection, not quite softening yet, pointing skywards, as she nestled in next to him, her head resting upon his heaving chest, his arm draped around her slender shoulders, and her knees brought up towards her, as though she were in the fetal position.

Her now properly broken in pussy was a ruin, looking like a flesh colored volcano that erupted in rivers of thick, potent, white lava, and his cock glistened with a collage of their mingled juices - his cum coalesced with her cum, and her virginal blood darkened it's flesh colored hue. They lay like this together for several moments, their naked, sweat covered bodies clinging onto one another, the only sound audible being that of his raspy breath as he tried to catch it.

Amber had never before felt so completely satisfied, and she imagined that this was the closest to happy she had ever really felt. His beefy arm around her exhausted body, hugging her closer to his hairy, aged body... this felt right. This felt like home.

Amber just wanted to lay there for the remainder of her days, their bodies a naked tangle of flesh as they took pleasure from one another, rested, then did it again. She couldn't imagine a better future for herself, as suddenly college and art and the like paled in comparison to being Harry's real life love doll, his own little girl to spoil him, keep him pleased, and deliver his children.

She smiled to herself as she said his name over and over again in her mind... Harry. My Harry. Harry Reid. Harry and Amber Reid. I am the property of Harry Reid. Knowing his name made this entire event seem that much more real, and definitely made her feel better knowing the name of the very old man whom she had allowed to take her virginity, and may have very well impregnated her as well, if this sheer amount of his thick, sticky cum was any indication.

She brought her hand up to his chest, and began to rub his meaty breast and nipple, secretly thrilled at how all that hair felt on the palm of her hand. Her eyes glanced down towards his beleaguered cock, that celebrated warrior who had returned to the battlefield to slay one more teenage pussy, and claim it's pelt as his bounty. She saw her blood, as well as the male and female releases coating it and drying on it, and she felt her cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

All of this was still new to her, and the eroticism of seeing what little remained of her now forgotten virginity smeared on his cock sides like war paint was tempered with that old fashioned Protestant sense of shame regarding sex that she was raised with. As her fingers danced through the thick fields of his grey and silver chest hair, she raised her head and began kissing his tit meat, her tender lips tracking their way towards his nipple. "Your... your, uh, your man part, your, uh..."

"My cock?" Harry boomed. Amber giggled with embarrassment, burying her face in his armpit before once again covering his chest in kisses. She was going to have to get used to words like that if she was planning on becoming this old man's lover - or any old man's lover, for that matter. Intergenerational sex was serious business, and there was no room for timidity.

"Yes, that. Your... your cock. I mean, look at it... the poor guy is just filthy! He's absolutely covered in our love juices..." Her warm teenage tongue came out and slowly painted it's tip across his nipple, then the other way, before finally circling the entire nipple and then sucking it into her greedy mouth. Even post coitus, she longed to feel every part of his body on her body, in her fingers, and in her mouth.

Her mouth had been watering as she watched his nipple rise and fall with his breaths, and remembering the pleasure earlier when he had breastfed himself upon her untouched tits, was no longer able to restrain herself, and simply had to taste his male tit meat. She moaned with pleasure at the bristles of hair on her tongue as she slurped and suckled.

"Well, sometimes love making is dirty business," he answered, his left hand playing with her bright red hair as he pressed her head further upon his nipple, force feeding her more of it. "Especially when I find myself claiming the body of a brand new lover. Perhaps you should be an obedient little girl, and go down there and clean up your daddy?"

Her left hand cupped his generous left breast, far bigger than hers, and devoured it with abandon, her head shaking side to side as her wanton lust found itself settling back into her body.

From behind her glasses, her eyes looked up at him for approval, the innocence of her eyes belied by the absolute horny, filthy lover she had shown herself to be. It might have been her first time, but she was a quick learner, and was adept at giving in to the desires of her body, as well as being a natural when it came to pleasing the body of a far older lover. "She was definitely made to be a partner exclusively for old men," Harry thought to himself, wondering if she knew it yet. In all his years of bedding young women, it had been a very rare occurrence for him to find those select few whose very purpose was to use their youthful bodies strictly for the pleasure of elderly men, and to be bred by them.

The few he had found were by far the most memorable, especially as he aged himself, and he couldn't believe his good fortune at finding one as his final lover. This time, he wouldn't be so foolish as to use her up and train her only to pass her on to the next old man. This one he was going to keep, likely until he passed. By then he hoped to have saddled her with at least two of his own children, if not more. Yes, he had found the perfect, archetypal old man plaything, and she was his and his alone. This thought brought him enormous satisfaction, and no small amount of comfort.

Amber's voice, speaking with a mouth full of his hairy man tit, interrupted his reverie and brought him back to the present with her muffled voice, which asked, "Clean it...? But daddy, I have never done anything like that before... you know, with my mouth. I am afraid that I will disappoint you. I need you to train me, daddy. Show me the proper way to use my mouth and tongue to please you, and I will."

She immediately returned to sucking his nipple after this, her legs now stretching themselves out and going around his body. No doubt about it, he knew what this signaled - having rested, her teenage body was now hungering for more of his cock, and no doubt her more biological parts were now awakened, and were sending her brain cravings for more servings of his baby making jizz, for which they would offer up her most fertile eggs.

Harry chuckled to himself as he considered that it was her birthday, but he was the one seemingly getting all the presents, including the one that would take the better part of 9 months to arrive. He groaned, never realizing before now just how sensitive his nipples were, or how much they enjoyed oral attention. This little girl who had almost quite literally fallen into his life seemingly all ready had much of his body figured out, and seemed just as capable of pleasing him as he was of pleasing her - even though his sexual experience dwarfed her one and only time, which he himself had administered. This little girl is going to be a challenge, he thought, a challenge I can't wait to meet.

He considered her request to train her on how to properly please him orally, and decided that this would indeed be a valuable lesson - but not for right now. For now, he just wanted his cock cleaned.

"Okay, my little girl, I will indeed show you the proper ways to use your mouth to please old men, as well as where all to apply your mouth, okay? But that's for later. For now, why don't you just use your tongue to clean him up, and thank him for making you a real woman?"

Reluctantly - for both of them, really - Amber stopped sucking his nipple, and instead began to make a trail of kisses down his upper body, as she got on her hands and knees and slowly made her way towards the foot of the bed, worshipping each and every inch of his obese, hairy body with her lips.

She kissed the underside of his tit, then the center of his chest before applying soft, gentle kisses down the center of his massive tummy, struggling to control the rising sense of excitement she felt as her mouth bristled against the thickets of hair on his huge stomach, then kissed his belly button before extending her tongue and quickly circling his cavernous belly button, then extending the tip of her tongue into this small orifice, tongue fucking his belly button as her head bobbed up and down, loving the way his old man sweat tasted in her mouth.

Harry grunted in affirmation at this - had he ever before had a girl who was so playful, and passionate? Especially on her first go-round? She innately knew how to pleasure the body of an old man, and as he felt her mouth now kissing below his belly button and covering the lower portions of his massive belly, ensuring that every inch of his wrinkled, hairy flesh was worshipped with her mouth and tongue, Harry considered how an hour ago he had never so much as met this girl, and now they had exchanged the most intimate of acts - he had taken her virginity, bred her young pussy, and now she was going to use her young, inexperienced mouth to clean off his old, worn out cock, the first cock she had ever known. It's funny, Harry thought. Even now, in the twilight years of his life, you just never can predict the surprises life has in store for you.

Amber kissed, nibbled, and licked his flabby belly, pausing occasionally to pull the stray man hair from her mouth before continuing. As she neared the hairy patch in which his manhood lie, she could all ready smell the musty scent of old man balls, mingled with the aromas of her sex and his cum, and the potent mix of mingled smells made her head swim with a frenzied desire.

She knew that this old man had all ready given her young body a tremendous work out - she had experienced, what, three full body orgasms? Four? She couldn't even remember, though her body still tingled with the remembrance of them, and her pale young skin was covered in a thin coat of sweat, which glistened in the bare lighting offered by the General's room. Logically, she knew that her body was exhausted - hell, she could feel it.

But as her head and mouth grew closer to this elderly man's cock, the same unexpected cock which had expertly taken away her chastity, awakened her primal sense of sexuality, and filled her young pussy with what felt like gallons of his thick, creamy, life building sperm, she felt that faint, growing tremor of desire beginning to tingle again between her legs, and she felt her scalp tighten with goose bumps and that insatiable sense of female hunger.

Her mouth was now buried in the thick grey hairs of his man bush, and in these hairs she could taste that tart taste of sweat and sex juices all ready. As she moaned, and ran her tongue all over this rampant growth of pubic hairs, she felt his flaccid but slowly stiffening cock just beneath her chin. It took all the restraint she could summon not to immediately just pounce on it with her mouth and devour it.

She still couldn't quite wrap her mind around this sudden change that had come over her. She was never an overtly sexual person before - sure, she had crushes, she enjoyed kissing, and had at least a typical teenager's curiosity about the whole thing.

But despite his pleadings, she never once entertained the notion of giving Leonard a hand job. She loathed perverted jokes, she absolutely refused to view any sort of pornography, and she had never taken it upon herself to rub herself in pleasure, even in those late night hours when she would lie awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, not quite understanding the strange stirring she felt in her private area, and quietly pleading for it to go away.

She sometimes wondered if she was asexual, or a freak of some kind, and had always intended to bring it up to Casey, and pick her brain on the matter, but she never quite found the courage to do so.

So, in the span of an hour, what had changed? She now felt completely consumed by this primal desire to ravish this old man's body once again, and have him ravish hers. She wanted to forget about the outside world and instead spend the rest of the evening surrendering her body to this man - her Harry, her daddy - as many times as he desired, and let him fill her young pussy up with his cum until he ran dry, and every orifice of hers leaked in excess cum.

And she realized that she would never again want or desire a young man's fit body. Her lust from this moment on would only be reserved for the old men out there, the older, fatter and hairier, the better. She wanted to use her young, nubile body to bring life back to theirs, and make them feel sensations they had long since forgotten, or assumed they would never feel again. She wanted them to use her pussy to feel alive again, to feel potent again, and to deposit their seed deep into her as payment.

Was this who she had always been, or was she simply surrendered to the lust of the moment? The erotic, taboo nature of a fat, hairy old man in a retirement home inseminating a 18 year old girl was a very forbidden, very hot notion that may have simply mesmerized her as it happened. Once this moment was over, and she was on her way home, back in the real world, and her mind was clear and not awash in lust and desire, perhaps a more rational part of her nature might return, and these desires abate.

But what if it didn't? What if she woke up tomorrow, and found her craving for old man cocks had not lessened at all, but had, if anything, strengthened in intensity?

She decided that she would handle that when it happened, and for now, she would instead concentrate on the task at hand. And there it was - this old man's cock, covered in hardening love juices from the both of their bodies, as well as the blood from her initiation into womanhood. She didn't know much about penises at all, and had no basis of reference to compare it to, so she couldn't quite tell right away if it was massive or small. She definitely didn't think that it was small, but it also didn't resemble the massive monster cocks she heard girls talk about.

It was thick, however, and as she seized it in her hand and lifted it up, she was kind of surprised to see that a thicket of his old man hairs also grew on the underside of the shaft, up to about the halfway point. This growth of hairs led to the overgrowth that also covered his bulbous, saggy balls, and went on into the darkness of his taint and beyond.

She knew instinctively that it was definitely thick, and looking at it, she could tell that it was the cock of an old man. The purple tip seemed almost drained of color, and the cock itself seemed to have a wizened, ancient nature about it. Looking at it, she couldn't quite believe that this was the same cock that had taken her virginity from her, possibly all ready knocked her up, and above all, given her amounts of pleasure she didn't know that she was capable of feeling.

Her mouth watered as she looked at the grey, wiry hairs growing abundantly on and around it, somewhat resembling a used brillo pad. Yes, she concluded, she had fallen head over heels in love with this cock, and she was going to show her gratitude by using her mouth to clean it, just as she had used her body to worship it. She didn't know how to properly perform oral, and was worried that her braces might hurt his tender flesh, or cut it. Luckily, she remembered him saying that he would instruct her in this later, so for now, as she held it upwards in her hand, she began by placing a series of soft, gentle kisses on the bottom of his shaft, all along the length of it, beginning at the hairy base where his cock and balls joined, kissing her way up the middle to just below the tip.

Looking down at the tip now, at that cycloptic, unblinking one eye, which regarded her angrily and hungrily as a predator studies it's prey, she placed a gentle kiss on the tip, then extended her tongue, running it around the tip, and then using it to clean and tease the urethra.

Harry's body jolted beneath her in response as he emitted a surprised moan of pleasure, and Amber allowed herself a slight grin of satisfaction. She tempted the fates by then placing her mouth around the entire tip, closing her mouth around it, and sucking, even while her tongue lashed all around it. She felt his cock slowly stiffen in her grasp as the blood flow returned to it, and she felt Harry's hand upon her head, brushing the hair out of her face.

"Maybe I won't be so bad at oral after all," she thought to herself as she removed her mouth from around the tip, and now began to paint the underside of his shaft with long, slow, broad strokes of her teenage tongue, slowly removing from it the layers of residue from their earlier lovemaking. Her mouth filled with the tart taste of their releases, along with the taste of her virginal blood, and as she gulped down a mouthful of this, she couldn't quite tell if she found the taste pleasurable or not.

She did consider, however, that she had now consumed his blood as well as her own, so inside of her they had entered a blood covenant together. To her, this meant that he truly owned her, and he could use her in any way he saw fit.

This thought made her now moan, a moan of not just sexual desire, but of a deep satisfaction, the type that can only come from the contentment one derives from belonging to some one else. She might have woken up this morning with entry level, very basic feminist leanings, but in this moment, being reduced to an old man's property gave her a sense of peace she couldn't recall ever feeling before. She belonged to him completely, her body was his to use for his pleasure, and her pleasure would be derived from satisfying his every urge.

She felt herself getting wet again at these thoughts, and absent mindedly found herself writhing her groin against his mattress. His thick, hairy legs were on either side of her body as she lay on her stomach, head at work between his legs, using her mouth to clean his cock and make it brand new again.

Finishing the underside, she pointed his hardening cock downward, allowing her mouth easier access to the top of it. Her flat chest and tiny nipples bristled against the hair on his legs as her tongue bathed every inch of his conquering penis, and he closed his eyes, losing himself to the pleasure of the warmth and wetness her teenage mouth offered him. He couldn't imagine anything better than this, and his mind began to concoct a way to get her to move in here with him, to live with him as his concubine.

Amber's head burned with desire as she finished cleaning his cock, the very cock that had mastered her body and tamed her Gen Z pussy. It glistened with her spit as it continued to twitch, slowly regaining it's mass as his erection returned. Amber's hunger couldn't be denied, however, as she lifted his cock and held it up, flat against his tummy, exposing his hairy old man balls.

Amber buried her face in them, rubbing her nose and mouth all over them, losing herself in the scent as her glasses began to fog up. She lifted her head, gasping for air and catching her breath, and lowered her head again, this time running her tongue all over his dense, forest like balls, moaning with hunger as she sucked one testicle into her mouth, lashing her tongue madly against it, then doing the same to the other. With her mouth full of his hairy balls, it occurred to her that it was these same balls that produced that hot jizz which was still dripping out of her overflowing pussy, and running down her thigh, as well as - she hoped - making it's way through her body, and at this moment fertilizing one of her unprotected, unsuspecting fertile eggs.

As she released his balls, she slowly ran her tongue down the center of them, as if using her mouth to entice them to immediately produce another batch of his hot thick DNA for her hungering teenage pussy.

She then ran the tip of her tongue right at the base of his balls, her mouth filled with his hair. The way his fists balled up and grabbed handfulls of his blanket as he braced himself against this unforseen pleasure alerted her that she was on the right track, so she continued in her work. First, she kissed, licked, and nibbled each of his inner thighs, the sensitive flesh there causing Harry to begin his heavy breathing as his old body began to heat up with desire again.

She then lifted her glasses to rest on the top of her head, as she buried her face into the nether regions of his groin, attacking his taint with her tongue.

Her nose filled with the sharp, tart scent of old man ass as her mouth filled with his hair. This sent her into overdrive as she tongued his sensitive taint, the hairs growing soggy with her spit, as she went lower, now using her tongue to bathe the outside of his asshole.

Harry yelped, his massive legs closing around her head, bringing her in further. Taking the hint, she burrowed in deeper, using her tongue to stimulate his old man ass, going up and down his crack, her mouth and nose filled with the taste and scent of his most intimate of areas.

Harry gritted his teeth and began to swing his massive hips, grinding his dirty asshole upon her tongue. Amber grunted, digging her head in further between his legs, the outright dirty nature of what she was doing stoking the fires of the lust she felt inside. Her tongue circled his asshole before penetrating it, and she bobbed her head back and forth, tongue fucking the old man's asshole, as he swiveled his hips against her.

The pleasure was almost too much for Harry to withstand. He reached down and pulled her up by her arms, pulling her up, disengaging her mouth from his ass. Amber moaned in disappointment, but Harry pulled her body up, sliding her tight trim form against his lumpy one, her thin flat chest rubbing against his swollen cock, then her belly, until finally her womanhood was aligned with his erection.

Amber's face hovered closely to his, and they regarded one another silently, almost in awe of one another and the situation they found themselves in, as Harry used his right hand to guide his swollen, clumsy erection towards her feminine entrance, all ready dripping with desire. As she felt his engorged tip entering her, Amber gasped, still not accustomed to that feeling of pressure, or how tight she still felt. She bit her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes dreamily, looking her lover in the eye as he slowly eased the head of his penis into her, then fed a little bit more as she stretched open to accommodate him, and at the feeling of him being inside of her yet again, Amber bent her head down and eagerly kissed Harry's lips, their tongues swirling together like two dancers trained in synchronicity, and instinctively she began to buck her bony hips up and down against him, grinding her groin against his, slowly taking more and more of him into herself until finally on a downward thrust she was at his base, her ass resting against his balls.

She paused momentarily to appreciate once again that feeling of fullness; that fleeting moment of finally feeling complete. She moaned into his mouth as their lips feasted upon one another, and then she went for broke, eagerly riding his now familiar cock, his balls slapping against her teen ass as the bed springs squeaked and the head board slammed against the wall. She was now directing the flow of their passion, and she wanted it fast, hard and raw.

She had no patience. She felt like a frenzied animal, madly rutting for pure carnal pleasure, using this old man's body to slake her lust, and to rob him of his seed. Whatever he had unlocked inside of her, there was no putting it back, now. She hoped that this old man was up for what he had bargained for. This morning, her interest in sex was negligible, and she viewed the possibility of sex tonight with her boyfriend with no small amount of trepidation.

Now this Harry, this man so much older than herself, had expertly dislodged her from her virginity, just as he had removed her inhibitions. She discovered that she loved sex, sex in it's purest form - raw and carnal. She imagined that she would be wanting it frequently, and she would be wanting it with this elderly man who had introduced her to it. She hoped that he was up for the challenge.

In that moment, she didn't think that it would be an issue. Despite his advanced age, obesity and likely sedentary lifestyle, the old man certainly seemed to have stamina. Their bodies had only been at rest a few moments after their initial intense sex session, and now she was going for broke, riding him for all he was worth, and he certainly seemed to have no issues keeping up with her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt his rough hands exploring her body as his cock swelled within her. He felt right at home inside of her, as though her young pussy was designed specifically to accommodate his experienced cock. Despite the extreme age difference, despite the various circumstances that would otherwise have kept them apart, Amber reasoned that it seemed as though their bodies were made for one another. Perhaps they were compatible in other areas as well - what if she found that he were a better fit for her than Leonard? Would she feel foolish referring to a man who must be at least 80 or close to it as her "boyfriend"? What would her parents think about this? What about Casey? Would she understand? Surely seeing Amber out and about, making out passionately with her elderly lover would give the other kids at school plenty of ammunition to use against her. Was she prepared for that?

Harry leaned his head up and took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth and eagerly sucked on it. Amber moaned, grinding her pussy down against his cock, that old cock which had earlier conquered her body and had now returned once again, ensuring that her body offered no further resistance to it, and was ready to declare it's complete and unconditional surrender to its superior force, and as she felt another orgasm beginning to gather strength as it traveled through her body, she discovered that she didn't give a proper shit about what anyone thought about her, or her relationship with Harry.

Harry stepped up to be a man, right when Leonard showed himself to still be a foolish little boy who chose video games over the passions of her body. Harry, a stranger to her, had unabashedly stepped up and was not only unafraid to declare to her that he wanted her, but he illustrated and proved this desire by taking her body forcefully into his strong arms, and though she was initially reluctant and afraid, he showed her that he knew her body better than she did.

Within 10 minutes of meeting her, without so much as knowing her name, he had her completely naked there in his room, and she felt his ancient cock, as old and experienced as an oak tree, sliding between her tight ass cheeks and bringing out desires she never knew existed. He used his cock and his body to tame her, and he had taken her wild Gen Z pussy and made it his obedient pet. She sincerely doubted that any boy in her school was capable of bringing her the extreme amounts of pleasure that Harry produced so easily, with seemingly such little effort. If anything, Amber pitied the girls she went to school with, who would no doubt continue to hide behind their fears and their biases and the pressure of societal expectations, and no matter what Amber told them, would continue to deny themselves the pleasures of the flesh that only an experienced, much older lover can bring about.

Even Casey, she asked herself? Casey was her closest friend, and was so much like her in do many ways. Casey was, in Amber's opinion, drop dead gorgeous - definitely prettier than Amber, and not to mention she had a dynamite body to boot, with a set of boobs Amber could only envy from afar. She knew that many boys - and of course, many teachers - at school rather fancied Casey, but were unable to act upon it due to the rigid nature of the high school caste system.

It's such a shame because really, the only thing that alienated the two of them from the majority was simply aesthetics - they were artistic and creative, and their fashion sense wasn't compatible with the mainstream "pick me" girls. They preferred Doc Martens, graphic tees, flannel, dark eye makeup, colored hair - they had been called everything from "emo girls" to "alt girls", and Amber hated each and every one of those labels, because it reduced them to nothing more than a trend.

They weren't a trend. They were Casey and Amber, and she didn't imagine that they would be changing any time soon.

Given that Casey was every bit as inexperienced with boys and passion at 18 as Amber had been up until about an hour ago - heck, even less experienced, because Amber at least had Leonard, for whatever that was worth ( admittedly not much ) - perhaps she wouldn't react as fiercely as others when she learns of Amber's retirement home tryst?

She couldn't easily recall Casey ever vocalizing any sort of interest in any of the boys at school, so unless she was a lesbian - and Amber seriously doubted that, as otherwise, why wouldn't she have made a play for Amber? She would at least like to think so - perhaps she, too, secretly fancied the older demographic, and perhaps, like Amber, she simply wasn't aware of this desire yet. Perhaps, like hers, it was buried and padlocked deep inside of her nubile teenaged body, and it would take a key shaped like an elderly cock to unlock it.

Speaking of elderly cocks, Amber was using her hips and bucking like a maddened bull to milk the one currently lodged snugly into her pussy. As he breastfed upon her flat chest, his elderly fingers dug into her ass cheeks, and she surrendered herself to the orgasm she had felt building. God, she couldn't believe how she felt. She never wanted this sensation to end, and in that moment she finally understood what drove addictions, as she could definitely see herself dedicating her life to forever chasing the dragon of the pleasure these orgasms produced in her.

She never imagined that her body was capable of producing such sensations, and she found herself getting greedy for them. She could easily see herself making it over to Edgewood every day - coming after school, sometimes in the morning before school, perhaps cutting class, anytime she felt her teenage body crying out for the attention and the satisfaction that seemingly only Harry's magical cock could deliver.

Hell, if they would allow it, she would move in with him. In that moment, as that thought occurred to her, she felt a pang in her heart at the image of her laying in Harry's flabby, hairy arms, sleeping peacefully with her head resting against his flabby chest. Feeling safe, feeling secure, and feeling wanted.

What the hell is wrong with me, she asked herself? I have just met this guy an hour ago, and not only did I give him the gift of my virginity, not only have I surrendered my body to him twice now, not only was I risking pregnancy by allowing him to ejaculate deeply into me twice now ( because let's be honest, she reasoned - there's no way that I am not going to ride him to completion right now.

She still remembered that feeling of his cock swelling inside of her, and that sensation of his thick, sticky warm semen coating the insides of her tight canal, and she desperately wanted to feel it again), but now my heart is melting at the mere prospect of moving in with him? At sleeping in his arms? It's a retirement home, for crying out loud! I'm a Senior in high school! Is even such a thing allowed? And why am I all ready thinking things like that? Did he fuck the common sense out of me? I know for a fact that I am in love with his cock - how could I not be? But does it go beyond that? Surely there's no way that I am all ready in love with him!

Right....?

All she knew for certain in that moment was that Harry had brought about life changing sensations inside of her. Knowing that her name was just one of possibly hundreds in his long list of lifelong virginal conquests, she was herself determined to bring about pleasures in him that would make her stand out in his mind.

She wasn't content to be one of many. She wanted to be on the forefront of his mind, she wanted him to lie awake at night thinking about her, her pussy, and how she made him feel. He was an old, fat man now - being a delectable young teenager all ready had the decks stacked in her favor. Now she was going to use her body and her pussy to make him fall in love with her, just as he had seemingly done with her.

So, as he breastfed on her, Amber reached behind her and removed his hands from her ass. Intertwining their fingers, she laid his upper body down onto the bed, their intertwined hands up above their heads lying prone, and she lowered her torso onto his, smothering his face with her flat chest as she now bucked her ass down against his balls, her pussy clamping down onto his cock, even as her creamy release dripped down his shaft and into his ball hairs.

She shook her shoulders from side to side, rubbing her nipples into his face. "Do you like that, Daddy? Do my tits taste good? Do you like feeding upon your little girl's tiny titties while she rides your old man cock?" Harry grunted in his pleasure as she felt his hands twitch against hers, desperate to feel his fingertips against her firm teenage flesh. Amber tightened her grip on his hands, keeping them stationary. Right now, at this moment, she was the one in charge.

He might be her Daddy, but right now his little girl was the one who was fucking him, and it was going to be on her terms, and she was the one who was going to dictate how it went down. And right now, she wanted to make him feel powerless to stop her from deriving her pleasure from him, from riding his cock until her hungry womb was once again rewarded with a flood of his fresh seed. She wanted to be the girl he remembered, the girl who he would always want. She wanted to master his body as he had mastered hers.

Harry found himself surprised. Not just at how life surprised him by depositing this young girl into his life at a time in his life when he had all but given up and considered those days behind him, but she was also kind of the opposite of the sorts of girls he typically targeted. Harry had always been a breast man, and this girl had literally no tits to speak of. Yet here he was, losing himself on her flat chest, hungrily feasting upon her nipples.

He usually liked his girls to have at least a little bit of meat on their bones, but except for her juicy ass, this girl was almost all bones. He liked a more conservative, demure look, and she came in with that shaved side of the head and bright hair he typically associated with man hating feminists - and this girl certainly didn't hate men, or at least men parts. He couldn't remember a virgin ever responding to their first penetration with such enthusiasm. Sure, they all seemed to enjoy it, and always came back for more, but due to their conservative upbringing, or perhaps how unfashionable it had been in times past for girls to embrace their sexuality, it always took a few sessions for them to feel comfortable enough to be anything but passive in the bedroom.

But this little firecracker here was unabashedly showing her sexually aggressive side. She was force feeding him her flat chest, she was riding his cock while restraining his hands, making him powerless to do anything but surrender himself to her pussy, and just a few moments ago, she was eating his ass out, something he had never experienced before. She was a challenge to him, just as eager to give as she was to take.

Harry didn't know how many virgins he had broken in over his lifetime, but he couldn't think of any who were anything like the one currently mounting him. Perhaps it was fitting if she indeed proved to be his final one, the girl who tamed and domesticated his old cock just as he did the same to her feral teenage pussy. He felt his balls tighten up, and he thought to himself that fucking a baby into her might just be what the both of them needed to really balance one another out, and find that peace in one another that they were both missing in their lives.

Amber closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. His old mouth expertly dined on her little titties just as efficiently as his cock filled out the insides of her pussy. She felt another orgasm beginning to build and she involuntarily whimpered - she was so tiny; so slight. If he continued to fuck her like this, bringing out release after release, she might not be able to withstand it, and might just fall apart in his arms.

It was getting ridiculous - how could she be expected to take orgasm after orgasm of such intensity before she cracked? She clamped her pussy down onto his cock again, grinding her ass against his groin, and she heard his muffled moan from beneath her chest. She allowed herself a smile, as she asked him, "Yeah? Do you like it when I do that to you?"

He released her nipple from his mouth, but his response was still muffled from being beneath her chest. "I do... I like you coating my cock in your juices. I will be able to smell you on it later and remember how sexy you looked perched on top of me..."

She groaned at this, her defenses dropping and allowing her orgasm to advance on her. She was discovering how multifaceted sex truly was - good sex was physical, but truly great sex, earth shattering, great sex that you will continue to think about later on, was the type that merged the physical with the psychological, and she counted herself as very fortunate to have as her first sexual partner someone who had mastered the art of great sex.

Not only was he great at the physical - indeed, her teenage body was reduced to a blithering plaything in his hands and beneath his body - but he knew how to make a young girl truly feel wanted. He used his words and his motions to ensure that a girl not only derived physical pleasure from the tryst, but that she also understood that she was truly a sexy creature, a person capable of summoning someone's animalistic desires just as he had brought them about inside of her. His gentle touch during their lovemaking made it seem personal, and that he was reminding her that he was there in the moment with her - he wasn't somewhere else, conjuring up the image of someone else in his mind. He was there, with her, and he reminded her that he wanted her.

That he chose her.

Amber groaned, giving up and allowing the orgasm to take over, weakening under the relentless assault, even as she tightened her thighs around his hips, and tightened her pussy's vice like grip upon his shaft. As her hips bucked and grinded against him, she finally released his right hand, primarily freeing her right hand so that she could use it to reach down between their legs, and fondle and massage his hairy, tight balls. She kissed his neck and nibbled on the flesh beneath his ear, as she whispered to him, "Where is it, daddy? Are you going to give it to me? You know that I want it... give it to me..."

Harry groaned, a devilish smile on his parched lips as he closed his eyes in pleasure. "What's that, my little girl? What do you want? I don't know what you are talking about..."

Amber whimpered. He was teasing her, and she loved it. "Come on, daddy... don't be mean. I need it... please give it to me... please..."

"I'm not going to give it to you until you tell me what it is. Come on... be a good girl and tell daddy what you want him to do..."

"Please daddy.... mmmm... please... it's my birthday... give it to me...."

"Give what to you? Be a big girl and tell daddy what you want..."

"Daddy...."

"TELL ME..."

The battle of wills was over. Amber had given a good showing, but ultimately her biological need and absolute hunger to feel him coating her insides won out, and she wilted.

"Cum inside me daddy, please... give it to me... put a baby in me daddy..."

"Say it again," he demanded, using his free hand to grab a handful of her hair and pull her face up, so he could watch her face as she surrendered, both to his will and to her own pleasure.

She licked her lips as she gasped, her eyes clenched shut as her mouth hung open, "Cum inside me daddy.... please... give it to me. Fill your little girl up... give me every drop so I can give you a baby...."

The sheer eroticism of her words coupled with the sensation of her tight young pussy desperately milking his cock proved to be too much, and he pulled her face towards his, and again they desperately devoured one another's hungry kisses, lost in their passion and desire for one another, drowning out the outside world as his rock hard cock spasmed and exploded deeply inside of her tight love canal, shooting ropes of his thick sperm deeply into her, as her pussy eagerly slurped up each drop into it's maw, desperate to form a life inside.

She moaned into his mouth at the deep satisfaction of his release inside of her, knowing that she had fulfilled her basic biological role in this coupling.

They continued to kiss, although the frenetic, desperate nature of their kisses lessened as he emptied himself into her, and became slower, more deliberate, and deeper. The craven, lustful, animalistic nature of their kisses naturally segued into the passionate, meaningful kisses of lovers. She felt his hot load inside of her, and his warm tongue inside of her mouth, and his arms around her slender, petite body, and she felt content.

This was all she could possibly ask, or desire. All her earlier anxieties and doubts had melted away, and she had found her place in the arms of this much older man. Fuck anyone who doesn't understand or doesn't accept this, she thought to herself. This is what she wanted, and this is who she was. Her body was made to be used by old men - this old man in particular.

They kissed and held one another for several moments, his manhood still buried deeply within her. Everything else seemed to cease to exist.

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the pleasures of the moment, her thoughts giving over to oblivion, losing track of time until suddenly she heard her cell phone going off, and her eyes jolted open in shock. Her head was resting upon his massive chest, and his beefy arms were both wrapped tightly around her, holding her close. As her phone rang, her mind began to clear, and she then realized that she had fallen asleep, and the darkness of his room indicated that the sun was setting.

She could still feel the presence of his cock inside of her, where it belonged. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt the serenity of the moment, but she had to see who was calling, and what time it was, so she could more or less gauge how much trouble she was in.

Reluctantly, and with no small effort, she lifted herself from his sweaty body, his flaccid cock flopping out of her with an audible "PLOP", and she looked down at his face. He, too, had surrendered to his exhaustion, and was just now blinking in confusion as consciousness slowly returned to him, his eyes wincing.

She smiled as she looked down at his wrinkled and lined face, sleepily blinking like a child, and her heart warmed with adoration. She bent down and kissed his lips again, and it occurred to her that this is how she wanted to wake up from now on for the rest of her life - naked, in his arms, his manhood inside of her, and with a loving kiss.

The ringing of the phone stopped, and she reluctantly broke away from the kiss, going through her discarded clothes in search of her phone. As she looked at her hoodie, her shorts and her boots, she remembered their initial encounter, and her timidity and fear, and it seemed like months ago. She finally found her phone and pulled it out, and saw to her horror that it was 5:58 PM, and the missed call was from her mom. A text from her mom suddenly came across her screen from her mom :

hello? where r u? r u ok? starting 2 worry about u. casey is here and we r ready 4 cake!

"Shit," Amber groaned, and started fumbling through her clothes. Groggily, Harry sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"What's wrong, baby? Is everything okay?"

She stopped for just a moment, her heart fluttering at him calling her "baby." Leonard had called her that a hundred times, and it never meant as much as it did just now, with Harry using it for her.

She found her panties, and put her legs through them, pulling them up. "Yeah, it's just nearly six, and my mom is calling me. I gotta go before I bring down a shit storm of trouble."

Harry stood to his feet and walked towards her. Watching his teenage lover naked, and slowly beginning to dress had awakened the primal part of him yet again, and after years of inactivity, his most male components were jumping at the opportunity to return to service, as she noticed that his erection was all ready returning. She had to admit that she was beyond impressed with the virility of a man his age.

"Do you really have to leave, baby? Now?," he asked, standing next to her, towering over her. She pulled her panties up to her hips and looked up at him, surprised at how badly she wanted to just stay right here, forever.

"I'm afraid that I do. My folks had all sorts of birthday activities planned, and they're all just sitting around right now, waiting for me. Believe me, baby, I want nothing more than to stay right here."

She reached up and stroked his bearded cheek, and felt his erection poking against her. It took all the restraint she had to stop herself from grabbing it and leading him right back to the bed.

"Then let me give you a birthday present," he said, grabbing his erection with his right hand, and using his left hand to lift the right flap of her panties.

Amber looked down and gasped, her nipples instantly hardening in excitement. "Baby! What are you doing...? I really don't have time -"

"Don't worry, baby," Harry said, poking the tip of his penis through the flap of her panties, the tight fabric hugging it close against her naked and vulnerable womanhood. He felt the heat from it on the tip of his cock, just as she felt his head rubbing right up against her eager and receptive entrance. "Just give me a second," he announced as he began thrusting his hips, rubbing his sensitive cock against her fabric and up against her womanhood, the friction stimulating and exciting him, just as the tip of his cock repeatedly rubbing up against her pussy and teasing it without penetrating it aroused her and demanded release.

She looked down at the bulge in her panties, but had her chin lifted with his finger, and found herself gazing into his eyes, before his lips were upon hers, and his arms hugged her torso against his. They kissed and snuggled as he fucked her panties, and soon she felt him moaning into her mouth, and felt a spasm against her feminine flesh, as he orgasmed inside of her panties. He pulled away from the kissing to focus on his release, pulling all but the tip of his cock out of her panties, as she felt a massive, wet, sticky load depositing itself in the crotch of her panties.

Just as inside of her, he came so much that it spilled out of her undergarments and ran down her thigh. Secretly, she coveted the filthy, sticky way it felt upon her skin. Once he had finished cumming, he pulled his cock completely out of her panties, and then pulled her panties up tightly against her, until she had a front wedgie, and his potent load sat in the crotch of her fabric, and right up against her feminine entrance. It felt so sticky, so warm, so wrong, so dirty, and so intimate. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her.

"That's for you. So you'll think about me for the rest of your birthday."

Amber smiled warmly at him, a smile that betrayed the satisfaction that she felt, at feeling wanted, and at feeling completely fulfilled. She studied his lined, wrinkled, bearded face - he looked so old, so ancient... she still had difficulty wrapping her mind around the fact that this was the face of the man who had taken her cherry. The first man to ever know her body on an intimate level, and to do it so thoroughly that he had completely rewired her brain and her heart, recalibrating everything that she had ever considered attractive, and everything she had thought that she had desired. The first man to ever deposit his piping hot, sticky semen deep inside of her, right into her womb, and having thusly created an insatiable hunger in her for more of his old man cum.

The same cum she now felt sloshing around in the front of her panties, right up against her most intimate of areas, and likely seeping into her slit now, her body greedily slurping it in. These thoughts threatened to reawaken that forbidden, taboo tingle in her groin; that physical itch that only his experienced cock could satisfy.

He had changed her, no doubt. He had awakened something inside of her that she didn't recognize, something that had an immense power over her and which she was seemingly powerless to resist. God, what had he done to her? And why was she so at peace with it? Why did this deep, intense craving for the bodies of old men - this old man in particular - seem so natural to her? Why had she so readily accepted it as her core programming?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of his lips upon hers again, and his right palm - rough, calloused, gnarled - against her left cheek, steadying her head as his lips reacquainted themselves with hers, and instantly she opened her mouth, eager to receive his tongue, as though that was where it belonged. She lost herself in the kiss, surrendering easily to him yet again, the anxieties and concerns that had just been consuming her instantly silenced, and she moaned softly.

Nothing mattered in that moment - not her birthday, not her waiting family, not the uncertainty that tomorrow would bring - nothing. Nothing on the other side of that door mattered. The rest of the world ceased to exist, and all that remained was her, and The General - Harry Reid - and this moment, their bodies enveloped in one another's arms, as they lost themselves in their kisses, loving and accepting one another as the partners they were obviously intended to be.

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Amber would have loved for nothing more than to remain there with Harry, safe and secure in his arms, and losing herself in his kisses, for the rest of the evening.

But, unfortunately, she had prior engagements. So with much reluctance, she was finally able to break herself away from the kisses of her lover, and continue putting on her garments. They embraced one last time, a warm, swaying embrace that neither cared to release themselves from, before Amber was able to free herself. Harry made her promise to return Thursday night, which she agreed to readily, immediately imprinting the date upon her heart and her mind, and considering how it all ready felt like an eternity from that moment.

She couldn't wait.

She opened Harry's door, and slowly and mournfully stepped into the hallway, stopping with her body halfway through the the threshold, looking back at Harry as he returned her gaze. There was so much to say, so much implied in those glances, but no words were exchanged. Knowing that if she didn't leave now then she never would, Amber gave Harry a smile - one of the very few genuine smiles she had ever remembered having - and departed into the hallway, gently and quietly closing the door behind her.

She forced herself to the elevator, each step taking more effort than the last, as though the gravity in the hallway had suddenly become unbearable, until she was finally able to make it to the elevator, summon the lift, and as it chimed it's arrival, step inside. As the doors glided shut and it began it's downward descent, she found herself finally releasing the breath that she didn't even realize that she had been holding.

The reality of the situation and everything that had happened was beginning to settle in upon her, and she felt herself overwhelmed with conflicting emotions that she didn't quite know how to process. All she knew that was, in that moment, as all of these feelings consumed her, she longed for the warmth and security of Harry's arms.

That was her place, she concluded. That was where she belonged.

The elevator chimed again, alerting her that she had arrived at the first floor. Before the doors glided open, she caught a reflection of herself in it's brass exterior, and between her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, she wondered how recognizable it might be to others that she had just received her first proper fucking - and a life altering fucking, at that.

As she stepped into the hallway, she found herself perhaps receiving an unwelcome response to that query, as she made her way towards the lobby, and as she passed by the front desk, ran into the girl that she had first encountered upon her arrival.

The brunette girl was now out from behind the desk, and stood with her arms crossed, leaning back against the counter, one eyebrow cocked suspiciously as she regarded Amber. Amber saw her name tag - 'Heather' - and saw that she stood several inches taller than Amber, and looked to be roughly the same age, within a few years.

But that was where the similarities ended.

Heather had the curves Amber envied, nice thick thighs, and a wide set of hips that were hugged and accentuated by her tight white skirt. She couldn't see it, but Amber imagined that she had an equally healthy ass, and there, brought out more by her folded arms, was the generous chest Amber once dreamed of - what was she, a C? A D? Please, Boob Faerie, don't tell me that you gave this woman the dreaded DD! Let there be some justice in this world!

Her skin was flawless and tan, and she had an athletically fit body that hinted at gym time. She was as diametrically opposed to Amber as one could be - so why did she seem to be regarding Amber with so much suspicion; so much contempt? Was it all in Amber's imagination; a result of her confusion and exhaustion? And if anything, shouldn't Amber be the one holding this Heather in contempt?

"So," Heather said flatly, as Amber meekly tried to make her way by, backpack flung loosely over one shoulder, and her gaze lowered submissively. "How was your grandmother? I trust she was well?"

"Shit," Amber thought to herself. "I totally forgot about my grandmother. My mom is going to kill me!"

Amber offered a friendly smile as she breezed by, not so much as slowing for fear that Heather would smell the old man jizz inside of Amber, leaking out of her, running down her thighs, and now sitting at the crotch of her panties. She felt like she wasn't fooling anybody, and the fact that she had just engaged in over an hour of rigorous unprotected sex with an elderly retiree was as obvious to anyone who looked upon her as if she had worn a sign. "Oh, my grandmother...? Yeah, she's doing great! Thanks for asking! Good night!"

Heather maintained the same brisk pace as she exited the building and out into the cool evening air, thankful for the remaining sunlight. She didn't risk so much as a single glance backwards, for fear of having left a dripping trail of Harry's seed, but also because she felt as though she could almost sense Heather's piercing, judgemental gaze without having to actually see it.

Amber felt like a zombie as she made her journey home, still trying to process the events of the day, from the frenetic, hectic morning to the unexpected sensuality of the evening. She felt like a bustling ball of emotions, and several times she felt as though she were on the brink of tears, though she couldn't exactly pinpoint why.

She was thankful for the walk, as it afforded her time to process her thoughts, and hopefully be able to put on a convincing portrayal of normality upon returning home. She still felt a sense of disbelief that everything she had just experienced actually happened, especially as the more she looked back, the more it seemed a frenzied blur that was over in an instant. However, any doubts as to the authenticity of the events were quickly put to rest by the squelching sensation of man fluid in her panties, now drying against and possibly inside her feminine entrance, and the sticky feeling drying on her inner thighs.

She felt a great amount of conflicting emotions and feelings, but regret was not among them. She did feel a sense of melancholy, and a longing to be back in that room, lying in that bed, and that now familiar feeling of Harry's hirsute body against hers, and her body's defenses surrendering yet again eagerly to the onslaught of his aggressive sensuality.

She was also grateful that no middle aged or older men slowed their cars to catcall her in her journey as they had before, because now, in her newly awakened state, she wasn't entirely certain that she could trust herself to resist their enticements. More than once she considered taking a alternate route and walking back by the school, just on the off chance that Jamison Rhodes might still be there.

She felt confusion at the way her body reacted to the thoughts of Jamison crossing her mind. She felt that familiar tingle in her groin and inner thighs, and that knot in her stomach. Just a mere 10 hours ago she found herself repulsed by him and creeped out by his mannerisms, and now her body weakened at the thought of him.

She acknowledged that she was becoming a stranger to herself, and that her body had seemingly developed it's own mind and sense of self, and it would take some time to make peace with this.

She finally arrived home, and her mom, dad and brother eagerly welcomed her home. Her dad had prepared some ribs and baked potatoes in honor of her birthday, and her mom had baked the most delicious carrot cake - her absolute favorite.

Amber felt a sense of extreme disassociation, as though she were watching these events from outside of herself, as she convincingly played the role of the same beloved and innocent teenage daughter she had been this morning, and not the depraved, lustful creature in thrall to her own desires that she had become.

Even her brother was on his best behavior, free from the pressures of school politics, and treated her extra warmly and lovingly, proudly presenting her with the gift he had selected for her.

Amber smiled, laughed, cooed and blushed when appropriate, playing her role perfectly as she opened her gift and thanked her family for the perfect birthday. Not once during the entire evening were her thoughts not back at Edgewood, and that man in room 347, who still likely had the scent of her on his body and upon that wonderful cock of his, and not once did her heart and body not long to be right there beside him.

She was jolted out of her thoughts momentarily by the ringing of the doorbell, and as her dad answered it, Amber's heart lifted to see Casey walking in, smiling lovingly, a wrapped gift in her hand.

Amber shot out of her seat and raced to Amber, surprising her friend with a unexpected tight, thankful hug. Casey chuckled nervously.

"Hey Amber... heh heh... happy birthday! Everything okay? Look - here's that gift I told you about!"

Amber released Casey, and accepted the gift from her friend with an appreciative smile, before placing it on the table. She grabbed Casey's wrist and began tugging her away. "Casey... I really need to talk to you!"

Amber led Casey away - away from her family, away from the festivities, and into the sanctuary of her room. She walked briskly, still guiding Casey by her arm.

"Amber... is everything okay? Did you ever end up hearing anything from Leonard?"

Amber stumbled momentarily, blinking in confusion. Leonard? Who the fuck is Leonard?

Suddenly it all came back to her, and she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, studying her lock screen.

Zero missed calls.

Zero text messages.

Something deep inside of her heart seemed to shut forever upon seeing this, and she returned the phone to her pocket with a snort. She pulled Casey into her room, and shut the door behind them, offering them some much needed privacy.

She turned on the lights, and led Casey to the bed. Casey sat upon the mattress, a mask of confusion and concern upon her face, as Amber sat next to her. She took both of Casey's hands into hers, and summoned a sigh of courage.

"Casey... I have SO much to tell you..."

TO BE CONTINUED IN "THE GENERAL, CHAPTER TWO : HEATHERS STORY"