My name is Eliza Doolittle and my life started over when I was already an old lady. My husband Will and I were both 60.
I arrived home from work at 3pm in pouring rain, and I got drenched running from my car to the house.
For more than 20 years I’d worked as a waitress on the breakfast and lunch shifts at a diner. I took off my shoes and rubbed my aching feet. At my age, standing for hours tortured my feet and legs. They swelled and ached every day.
Getting old stinks.
I removed my wet uniform, looked in the mirror and frowned. I had never been a great beauty, because I was stick thin even when I was young. My face had been pretty in a girl-next-door way, but my only really good feature was the dark red hair that was my pride and joy. But as I got older my red hair faded until it was dull gray. My small boobs and butt flattened. My face, neck and hands wrinkled. I hated it all.
My husband Will had a low-level job at the Department of Motor Vehicles. I think his official title was “Customer Disservice Agent.” His job was to keep people waiting and piss them off.
Every night after dinner, Will sat on his fat ass in front of the television and watched garbage like “CSI Des Moines”. He was never exactly a ball of fire, but after the age of 50 he became completely sedentary. At age 60 he was a fat tub of goo and a heart attack waiting to happen. I tried for years to get him to be more active but he resisted every effort.
Will and I hadn’t had sex in months. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Coupling with the blob wasn’t my idea of fun. He never mentioned it. His poor health probably prevented him from getting an erection.
I wiggled into leggings and a sports bra and went into our spare bedroom to do yoga. I wasn’t in great shape, but I wasn’t falling apart like Will.
For the millionth time I wondered if I should get a divorce, but discarded the notion immediately. Will was boring and lazy but I didn’t have the courage to dump him. The thought of living the rest of my life alone was terrifying, and I had no hope of finding another husband at the age of 60.
After yoga, I searched job listings online and spotted something unusual. A “medical services company” called Galatea Inc was looking for “treatment demonstration models over the age of 60”. Applicants would be tested for compatibility with new treatments that “reduce the visible signs of aging.” Four women would be hired and receive a 5-year employment contract if they completed the full 3-month “intensive treatment and training program.”
Getting paid to undergo age reduction treatments? Sign me up! I completed the online questionnaire and was scheduled for preliminary tests.
The company’s headquarters outside of Knoxville was impressive and modern. Helpful employees led me and several other old women through the preliminary tests, which consisted of taking blood samples and skin tissue samples. Yes, they cut small slivers of living skin off my upper arm. Ouch.
A few days later, I was called by an excited man named Dr Higgins. He was the lead doctor at the company. “Your preliminary test results are off the charts, Mrs. Doolittle,” the doctor enthused. “We haven’t seen anything like it. A large percentage of the population respond to our treatments only moderately, so to find a woman with potential like yours… well… it’s thrilling! Please tell me you are ready to join our company.”
The next day I signed a 5-year employment contract with Galatea Inc.
“How much are they paying you?” My husband Will asked for the third time. He was having a hard time believing it.
“$200,000 a year for 5 years,” I told him again and grinned. The money seemed astronomical to me too. I mean, I was a waitress in a diner. I didn’t make squat. “But only if I complete the 3-month treatment and training program.”
“Why wouldn’t you complete it?”
“Dr Higgins says the workouts are very demanding and the medical treatments are fairly painful because of all the injections.”
My husband’s eyes opened wide and he frowned. “Painful?” he said. “I don’t want you to be hurt, Eliza. The money isn’t worth it.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m a tough old bag,” I assured him and kissed his cheek for being concerned about me. Will wasn’t all bad. “Are you going to be okay without me for 3 months?” I asked. He wasn’t used to fending for himself. I did all of the cooking and housekeeping.
He smiled. “I’m not totally helpless, honey. I was a bachelor for years before I met you and I survived just fine.”
I remembered he ate mostly pizza and Chinese takeout as a bachelor, but if he was good with it so was I.
I went next door to where my friend Clara lived. We’d been friends and neighbors for many years. “Do you really think it will work?” Clara skeptically asked after I explained why I’d be gone for three months.
I shrugged. “They showed me some impressive before and after photos, and their doctor says I’m an ideal candidate for the process. I have my fingers crossed.”
“Is it like a fountain of youth?” Clara wanted to know. “Are you going to live forever?”
“Unfortunately, no. The process removes the external signs of aging, but internally I’ll still be 60-year-old me.”
“Oh. Well, it still sounds amazing, if it works,” Clara said.
“Is Fred home?” I asked. “I want to ask if he’ll take care of our yard while I’m gone.” Clara’s son Fred was a very nice and helpful teenage boy that I’d watched grow up over the years.
“Fred!” Clara called out. “Come here please!”
The tall skinny teen appeared in a minute. “Hi, Mrs Doolittle,” he greeted me.
“Hi, Fred. Will you mow our lawn and weed our gardens for the next three months? I’ll be away and you know how my husband is. He’s not physically up to it.”
“Sure. No problem,” he agreed.
I handed him a wad of cash. “Thank you. Is $50 a week enough?”
“You don’t have to pay me, Mrs Doolittle.”
“Of course I do, Fred. It’s a lot of work in the summer heat.”
He smiled and agreed, “50 a week is fine. Thanks.”
The next day I left home to enter the program. It was a residential program, meaning I would live at the Galatea facility for the next 3 months. They wanted us there 24 hours a day so they could strictly monitor everything we ate, everything we did, and every reaction we had to the treatments.
==
One week into the program, I was too exhausted and sore to make it back to my room after a workout session. I sat on the hallway floor and cried.
Dr Higgins found me there a few minutes later. He sat beside me and put a comforting arm around my shoulders. I leaned against his big, strong body. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I can’t keep up,” I sniffled and wiped tears from my eyes. “I try, but I can’t do the exercises and the trainers are mad at me. They pushed me so hard that I don’t have the energy to walk to my room.”
“The workouts are very aggressive but you’ll get used to them and it will get easier. You’ll see.”
“I don’t know, Dr Higgins,” I said. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this. Maybe I should go home.”
“Don’t say that, Eliza,” the doctor replied urgently. “You know that your preliminary tests indicated that you’re a one-in-a-million patient for us. The end result will be worth anything you’re going through now, I’m sure of it. Please stay.”
Dr Higgins looked at me with such genuine concern that I couldn’t deny him. The fact that he was ridiculously good looking helped his case. A tall and fit man, and only 35 years old. All of the women at the company were gaga over his studly looks, brilliant intellect and quick wit.
“Okay, I’ll stay,” I agreed, “but you have to help me to my room. I’m stiffening up and I don’t think I can walk on my own.”
“I can do better than that. I’ll give you a massage. That will make you feel better,” he suggested.
“That sounds wonderful.”
There was a massage table in one of the rooms, so he helped me walk there. I stripped and laid face down on the table. The doctor had already seen me naked a few times during treatments, so I had no inhibitions about showing him my wrinkly, saggy old body.
He drizzled massage oil on my back and his skinny fingers went to work. It felt good and I moaned happily when he rubbed particularly sore spots. He started at my shoulders and worked down.
I thought he’d skip over my butt, but he didn’t. He grasped my soft, sagging cheeks and squeezed. “Doctor, if your treatments can do anything for my ugly, flat butt it will be a miracle,” I said.
“We’ll do a lot for it, you’ll see,” he stated. “The workouts will build up your glutes, which will improve your shape. And we’ll inject a thin layer of fat under your skin, which will help with volume and appearance.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I replied skeptically.
He moved on to my legs, where I had plenty of soreness for him to work out.
After the lovely massage, I felt 100 percent better and the doctor walked me to my room. At my door, I hugged him and said, “Thank you. I needed that.”
“Anytime, Eliza. I want you to come to me whenever you’re struggling with the program. I’m always available for my star patient.”
==
One month into the treatment and training program, I staggered into my room and collapsed on the bed. I was utterly exhausted and covered in sweat, but that had become normal to me.
Two of the other three women recruited at the same time as me had already quit. I understood why they left, but I was determined to tough it out because I was beginning to see some amazing results.
Three days a week I received the age reducing medical treatments, and three other days a week I worked out. My trainers pushed me through exercises until I literally could not do any more. Every session left me drained and barely able to walk back to my room.
The medical treatments were no cake walk either. The multitude of injections stung and left my skin sore all over.
Some of the injections were a proprietary serum that restored the elasticity of skin. Other injections were synthetic fat cells placed under the skin to replace subcutaneous fat lost to aging.
Even my new boobs were sore. The normal course of treatment would have restored my boobs to minimal A-cups, the same as they were when I was younger. But Dr Higgins requested that I allow him to give me big D-cup boobs. The treatments were perfect for natural-looking boob jobs, and since I was going to be a demonstration model the company wanted me to have enlargements.
I’d always wished I had bigger boobs, so deciding to agree was easy.
Breasts have no muscles of their own. They are made of fat, glands, milk ducts and connective tissue that provides some structural support. When regular plastic surgeons do boob jobs, they insert bags in the breast. But Galatea boob jobs aren’t like that. They inject the connective tissue with chemicals that restore its elasticity and strength. Then they inject their proprietary synthetic fat cells to build the volume of the breast. The newly enlarged breasts look completely natural because they are tissue and fat, no bags added.
Dr Higgins worked on my breast enlargements for four weeks. He was like a fine artist. He did a little, then reviewed it a couple of days later and made adjustments as he went along.
“What do you think?” Dr Higgins asked when he was done.
I looked in the mirror at my new boobs. “They’re big,” I answered with a grin and cupped them in my hands. “And heavy.”
He chuckled. “You’ll get used to the weight. What about the shape? Do they look right?”
I nodded happily. “They’re beautiful, doctor.” My boobs had the classic shape that a young woman’s might have, if she was lucky. A slope down to the nipple, then a tight curve underneath. They stood out from my chest on their own without added support. Their heft made them jiggle a lot.
“The rejuvenated connective tissue will continue to strengthen for a few more weeks,” the doctor told me, “so your breasts will get a bit firmer still.”
“They’re already perky,” I said and I stuck out my chest to make my new boobs bounce. “They’re perfect.”
“I’m glad you like them,” he said. “I think they’re my best work yet.”
Dr Higgins openly admired my naked boobs and that made me feel warm all over. He was a sexy young man.
I flicked my thumbs across my hard nipples to tease him, and the contact made me inhale sharply. “My nipples are super sensitive,” I practically moaned.
“That’s a side effect of the skin treatments,” he reminded me.
“Mmm,” I purred. “It’s a side effect I can live with.”
“Eliza, I’ve observed that your personality is changing along with your physical changes,” the doctor stated, always in scientist mode. “You’re becoming quite flirtatious. It’s interesting.”
I smiled. “The attention I get now boosts my confidence. I have to be careful though because men think I’m flirting even if I just say hi.”
“I can see how that might be an issue,” he replied, “I’ll bring in a psychiatrist to provide counseling…”
I interrupted Dr Higgins’ thought process by wrapping him in a tight hug. My big naked boobs squashed against his hard muscled chest. “Thank you, doctor,” I gushed sincerely. “I love my new boobs.”
His arms wrapped around me too. “You’re welcome, Eliza,” he replied. “You are a exemplary patient.”
I looked up into his eyes and stood on tip-toes to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
Dr Higgins smiled but scolded me, “That is not appropriate, Eliza.”
“I just wanted to show my appreciation, doctor,” I replied.
We released each other from our clinch and I dressed. Dr Higgins’ eyes watched intently as I holstered my fat boobs in a new D-cup black lace bra.
==
Vaginal tissue becomes drier, thinner and less elastic as women age, so the Galatea treatment program addresses that too.
A porous tube was inserted in my pussy while I laid on my back. For two hours the tube oozed a thick gel of chemicals that slowly absorbed into my vaginal walls. The goop was warm and actually felt good inside me.
The treatment was repeated twice a week for six weeks.
Dr Higgins eased two fingers into my pussy to check the results of the process. “Restoration of vaginal self-lubrication appears to be a complete success,” he observed. His fingers stirred around in my very wet pussy.
“I told you,” I said with a smirk. “I get wet at the drop of a hat now.”
His fingers curled to press and rub my inner walls. I couldn’t help pumping my ass in response. “Vaginal wall elasticity seems to be fully restored also,” he happily stated. His fingers kept rubbing.
“Doctor,” I groaned and rocked my hips in time with the movement of his fingers.
Abruptly he pulled his fingers from me.
“Ooooh! You’re a tease, Dr Higgins,” I whined.
“Sorry, Eliza. I don’t mean to be cruel.”
I smirked again. “It’s okay, Doctor. I’ll think of your fingers when I get myself off later.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Your personality is definitely changing.”
“New body, new attitude,” I saucily replied. “Beth flirted with me for about a half hour today. I never had a girl come on to me before!” Beth was a cute twenty-something secretary at the company.
He frowned. “She shouldn’t do that. Our clients are not her personal dating pool.”
“Has she tried it with others?”
“Yes,” he grumbled.
“Don’t be mad at her, Doctor. I don’t swing that way, but it’s still very flattering to be wanted by a cutie like her. The other ladies would probably agree. So you could say Beth provides valuable psychological support to your clients. Positive feedback is helpful when you’re going through something like this.”
He stared at me for a moment. “I apologize if I don’t provide enough positive feedback, Eliza. I know I’m not very good at that.”
“It’s okay. I can tell you’re proud of me, even if you don’t say it.”
His eyes raked over me and it made me squirm with desire. He was so hot! I was still naked from the waist down but I made no move to get dressed. “You are the perfect patient, Eliza,” he praised. “You persevere through all the hard workouts and painful injections that we throw at you. And the results so far are excellent. You’re on your way to becoming a stunning young-looking woman.”
I blushed and smiled. “Thank you, Doctor Higgins.”
==
Saturdays were work days for us because of the six-day schedule of workouts and treatments. Sunday was my only day off.
On the Saturday after the vaginal testing incident, I remarked to the doctor, “I get bored and lonely on Sundays, Dr Higgins. Hardly anyone is here and there’s nothing to do.”
“Would you like to go home for the day?” he inquired.
I should’ve been eager to see my husband by then, but I wasn’t. So I made up an excuse. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I might fall back into bad eating habits.”
“True. You could go for a hike,” was his next suggestion. “There are beautiful places near here.”
“I’m afraid I’d get lost or run into a bear,” I replied. “Will you go with me?”
“Um, I’m not sure…”
“You probably have plans with your girlfriend,” I said sadly.
“No, no girlfriend.”
I brightened. “Oh, good. We can keep each other company. Please? I don’t want to spend another Sunday alone. I’ll get the kitchen to pack a lunch and we’ll have a picnic.”
“Well, okay,” Dr Higgins agreed. “I’ll meet you here at eleven.”
The Galatea Inc building sits on a hilltop outside of Knoxville, Tennessee. The view from the building is of the Smoky Mountains in the distance, which are always beautiful.
Sunday was a warm summer day. Dr Higgins wore a t-shirt, shorts and hiking boots. He carried a small backpack with our picnic lunch and a blanket in it. I admired the way his muscles stretched his t-shirt. I wore sneakers, skin-tight booty shorts, and a sports bra that struggled to contain my new big boobs.
He led me down the hill and along a country road with no traffic. We chatted about everything and nothing. I relished the time alone with him.
We walked up a smaller hill to a little clearing near the top. With the trees all around, we couldn’t see any buildings, roads, cars or any other signs of people at all. “This is a beautiful place, Doctor,” I told him.
“I discovered it several months ago. It’s my secret spot.”
“Thank you for bringing me.”
He spread the big blanket on the ground next to a huge oak tree, then sat with his back against the tree. “Ah,” he sighed happily. “I love it here.”
I sat between his strong legs and leaned back against his chest.
My boldness surprised him and he gave me a funny look. “Getting comfortable?” he asked.
I smirked. “Very comfortable,” I answered and laughed. “I’ll move if you want me to.”
“No, it’s okay.” His arms snaked around my waist and his hands rested on my stomach.
I luxuriated in the warmth of his embrace. Birds chirped and a breeze ruffled the tree leaves. It was heaven.
“Why do you spend so much time with me?” I inquired. I’d been curious for a while. “All of the women in the company are crazy about you, but here you are with little old me.”
“Eliza, you invited me on this hike.”
“Yes, but you didn’t have to accept. And you do spend a lot of extra time with me. You know you do.”
He considered his response for a long moment. “A psychiatrist would probably say it’s because I remade you, and I’m possessive of my greatest creation. I don’t know, that may be true,” he explained.
I twisted around to face him. I put my hands on the sides of his head and gave him a big kiss. He was surprised and still as a statue for a moment, but I didn’t give up. My lips were demanding and his eventually began to respond.
I broke the kiss and was panting with excitement. “Dr Higgins, I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.”
Two months of isolation and struggle had reduced my world to the Galatea facility and the people in it. Dr Higgins was everything to me.
“Eliza, we shouldn’t,” he said. “You’re my patient and you’re married.”
I ignored him and kissed him again. He kissed me right back. Our breath merged. His long, thick tongue invaded my mouth and I sucked on it. “Mmm,” he moaned.
I heard a rumble in the distance and the doctor gently pushed me back from him. “That was thunder,” he informed me. He quickly looked around and spotted dark clouds massing to the west. “We have to go. We don’t want to be caught out in a thunderstorm.”
“But, but,” I sputtered. I wanted more kisses, and a lot more than that.
Dr Higgins helped me to my feet and he stuffed the blanket in his backpack. “Come on. We don’t have much time,” he urged.
Our return hike to the Galatea facility was at a fast pace, but for the last few minutes we were caught in pouring rain. Lightning struck nearby and I shrieked.
We ran up the hill to the building and laughed with relief when we were finally inside and safe. The doctor went home after seeing me to my room. I sulked for the rest of the day.
==
The next day, Dr Higgins called me into his office and said, “You’ve been in the program for two months, Eliza. Let’s review your progress and talk about goals for the next month.”
“Alright,” I agreed and began to strip off my sports bra and leggings.
“What are you doing?” he exclaimed.
“We can’t see my progress with my clothes on,” I answered as if that should be obvious.
“That isn’t necessary.”
I ignored him and finished getting naked. Then I stood there looking at him. “Review away,” I said.
He shook his head but began, “Are you feeling well? You look tired.”
“I’m always beat after a workout because your trainers are brutes. Do they know how old I am?” I tried to joke.
He took it seriously. “I’ll talk to them and make them ease up a bit.”
“Thanks, doctor.”
Dr Higgins stood and turned me to face the full length mirror in his office. “Look at how far you’ve come,” he told me. “The wrinkles on your face, neck and hands have diminished greatly. I expect them to be gone completely by the end of the program. Fat injections have given your lips a youthful fullness, and your cheeks too. No more to do there. And thanks to the scalp treatments, your hair is now growing in thickly with your natural red color.” He ran his fingers through my hair.
My mouth went dry and I felt sparks jump between us. “I always loved my red hair,” I confessed. “I never thought I’d see it again.”
“The results of your workouts are wholly positive,” he continued. The doctor’s hands slid down my arms and he pointed out, “Your arms are firm and strong. Look at these biceps and triceps.” His hands moved to caress my tummy and I squirmed under his touch. “Your waist is narrow and the hard workouts have even defined your abs. And look at your sleek and strong long legs. Have they ever looked better in your life?”
“No,” I admitted. “I was a very skinny teenager. Never strong like this.”
He turned me sideways to the mirror. “Your posterior has made progress too, Eliza,” he told me, then surprised me by cupping one ass cheek in his hand. I squirmed again. My temperature was rising and my pussy was wet. He was right that the workouts made my butt look better. It went from flat and soft to somewhat rounded and firm. “I think there is room for improvement there. I’ll tell the trainers to include more lunges and squats in your exercise routine to build the glutes rounder and fuller. We’ll add a little more to the subcutaneous fat layer also. A bigger butt will complement your large breasts nicely.”
The doctor turned me to face the mirror again and gently grasped both of my boobs. At that point, I wasn’t surprised but it still made my heart beat faster and I leaned back against his strong body. “And let’s not forget your beautiful breasts. They are gorgeous.”
For a minute we silently stood there with me leaning back against him while he lovingly played with my naked tits. “I’m sorry for taking liberties, Eliza,” he apologized. “Sometimes I get lost in admiring my own handiwork.”
I spun around to face him and threw my arms around his neck and hung on for dear life. The doctor was my lifeline. I needed him to keep me from drowning in the exhausting workouts and painful treatments. I kissed him with passion so he’d know he could ‘admire his handiwork’ all he wanted.
I decided to go for broke and began to unfasten his belt.
“Eliza, we shouldn’t,” he groaned. But he didn’t try to stop me.
I pulled down his pants and boxer shorts. “Will you get in trouble if we’re caught?”
“No. If you don’t complain, nobody else will say a word.”
His dick popped free and I gaped. It was a lot thicker and longer than my husband’s. I licked the head then stood.
The electricity surged between us.
He put a hand behind my head and kissed me. “Mmmm,” I moaned into his mouth. My knees wobbled. I was panting when our lips parted. I was glad that he was getting with the program.
He locked his office door. He put both hands on my waist and lifted me off my feet with my back against the wall. My long legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck.
One of his hands moved to cup my ass and his other hand grasped his big dick to position the head against my pussy entrance.
“Go slow,” I whispered. “I’ve never had one that thick.”
He nodded and nudged into me. I trembled and we stared into each others eyes.
“I’ve also never done it standing up before,” I whispered.
That made him grin. “A first at your age?” he teased in a whisper. We had to be quiet. There was a building full of people out there.
“Uh huh,” I murmured.
He eased a few more inches into the sheath of my pussy and my head rolled back in ecstasy. My rebuilt super-vagina was wet enough and stretchy enough to take that fat cock, but it was a tight squeeze. He gently wedged more and more in until he was fully embedded. I wiggled and quietly panted.
“Give me a second to get used to it,” I begged.
He nodded. After a minute his big hands under my thighs slowly raised me. I slid up the length of him until just the head remained. Then he relaxed and let gravity impale me on that fat cock again. “Uhn,” I grunted.
The doctor lifted again and speared me again. Up. Down. Up. Down. He controlled the quickening pace. I was his willing fuck toy.
Tingling sensations spread from my pussy up my spine and all around my body. It built until I peaked and the orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clamped down and my arms and legs constricted around him. My whole body shook and I fought to not scream with delight. My vision blurred for a moment.
When most of my trembles subsided, he began fucking me again. The treatments had made my pussy much more sensitive than ever in my life, and it was driving me crazy. My second orgasm arrived quickly and made me giddy with delight. He kept fucking. The third arrived and I overdosed on bliss like never before. My mind and body floated on a sea of orgasmic joy.
I felt his big dick surge and torrents of cum filled my clinging pussy. It was a good thing I was way past the breeding age.
We kissed feverishly until his fat dong finally began to deflate and slide out of me. “Oooh,” I moaned, not liking the sudden empty feeling.
We grinned at each other like guilty teenagers while we cleaned up with the tissues he kept on his desk.
“Have you always had a thing for old women, Dr Higgins?” I teased.
He smiled. “Just for one old woman.”
“Doctor, you can rate the vaginal treatment as a complete success. The patient is 100 percent satisfied with the enhanced wetness, ability to stretch to accommodate large objects, and overall sensitivity.”
He laughed. “I’ll include that in my report. Follow-up testing is recommended though.”
“How often will you test?”
“Daily, if you’ll allow it.”
I grinned. “I look forward to rigorous testing, Dr Higgins.”
“I think you should start calling me Henry.”
“Henry,” I tested it on my tongue. “I like that, Henry.”
That night, Henry came to my room. After I closed and locked the door, we immediately kissed.
He yanked off my robe, which was all I wore. Then, for the second time that day, I rushed to help get him out of his clothes.
He scooped me off my feet and dropped me on the bed. He hopped on and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. He pulled and pinched my other nipple with his strong fingers. “Ahhhh!” I gasped. My nips were so sensitive!And they felt directly linked to my clit.
I writhed and moaned under him for a couple minutes. His mouth switched back and forth between my two nipples, always pulling and pinching the other.
“Hennnnnry, please!” I begged and spread my legs wide.
He looked up from my boobs with a fire in his eyes. In a flash he shifted up my body to kiss me and poke my pussy with his thick pole. His hand guided him in while his lips kept mine captive.
With one very slow, powerful push he buried his fat dick in me. “Mmmm,” I purred into his mouth. Our tongues twirled and danced. His dick remained fully sheathed, and he twisted it to drive my pussy crazy for more.
I bent my knees, planted my feet on the mattress, and thrust my pelvis to urge him to fuck.
Henry broke the kiss and chuckled. “Don’t be so impatient, Eliza,” he chastised.
“Please, Henry! I’m going out of my mind!”
He slowly drew his thick dick out and just as slowly pushed in again. I pumped my hips to eke out more sensation.
Slowly he dragged it back again. My wet pussy clenched to try to keep hold of it. Back in he slowly pushed. I focused on my pussy so hard that I felt every ridge, bump and vein of his dick as it advanced. Slowly he plunged over and over.
His slow movements put me in something like a trance. I burned inside and broke out in a sweat all over. His lips returned to mine without changing the maddening push and pull of his dick.
I don’t know how long it went on. I lost myself in it. The world was only me and Henry, coupling.
“Cum for me,” Henry whispered in my ear.
“F-faster,” I pleaded.
“No. Like this. You can do it. Cum.”
I squirmed under his weight, desperate to follow his demand. I lifted my hips to greet his inward push. I told myself: I want it, cum, cum for him.
Orgasm popped like a firecracker in me. “Yes!” I gasped. My pussy gushed. My body quivered and shook. My arms and legs cinched around him and hung on. I bit his shoulder.
It took a couple of minutes to calm down. My eyes opened and found him staring at me with a grin on his face.
“You’re perfect,” he said.
That was nice to hear from a man after cumming all over his dick. “You’re still hard,” I inanely responded.
“I’m going to slowly fuck you all night.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I groaned. I was already tired.
“You can,” he encouraged.
He slow fucked me for ages. I came three more times before I passed out. He took pity on me and let me sleep for a few hours before I had to get up.
At my treatment session the next day, the nurse asked, “Are you okay, Eliza? You look worn out.”
“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” I answered and glared at Henry.
He smiled and the nurse raised her eyebrows but didn’t comment. I slept through most of the treatment.
At lunch I asked Henry, “Are you going to apologize for keeping an old woman up all night?”
“No. It was an amazing night and the old woman proved 4 times that she enjoyed it.”
“She didn’t have much choice,” I sulked.
He leaned closer and softly said, “It was fantastic, admit it. For hours it was just you and me, merged together. I’ve never felt so close to anyone and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
It was a beautiful thing for him to say. I sighed, “I’m sorry for being so grumpy. I get that way when I’m tired. Last night I felt the same thing you did. The world disappeared except for us.”
Henry kissed me right in front of a cafeteria full of employees. “I promise not to keep you up all night again. You’re already under a lot of physical stress and you don’t need me adding to it.”
“Thank you.”
==
That night in my room, I dragged my tongue up the side of Henry’s neck, then along the jawline to his chin. I finished by flicking my tongue over the corner of his mouth. His half-lidded eyes watched me intently.
Our lips collided in a delirious open-mouth kiss. Lips sealed together and tongues dueled. I’ve always found tongues incredibly sexy. A big muscle with excellent control and range of motion. Sensitive to touch and of course loaded with taste buds. My tongue rubbing and playing with another is guaranteed to drive me nuts. “Mmmm,” I moaned and we exchanged breath.
Henry put a hand behind my head and tried to push his tongue down my throat. It wasn’t long enough for that, but I understood his motivation to try.
I pushed on his chest and he sat on the only comfortable upholstered chair in my room. I eyed that hunky body hungrily and quickly dragged his pants off.
With one finger, I playfully teased the tip of his ramrod-stiff prick. My finger slid down the length, and I marveled at the hard-but-soft texture and heat of it. Henry groaned and pushed his hips forward.
I wrapped my hand around that impressive dick and squeezed lightly. “It’s so thick that my fingers don’t go all the way around,” I observed with wonder.
“Don’t you remember that from yesterday?” he asked.
“My brain was overwhelmed yesterday,” I admitted. “Too many new things too fast. I’m catching up today.” I slowly pumped my hand and enjoyed the way it made his nostrils flare.
The lips that he had artistically shaped with synthetic fat injections wrapped around the head of his thick dick. Then I drew it in until the tip tickled the entrance to my throat. My tongue caressed the underside of the dick and my warm saliva coated it all around.
I looked up into his eyes and I think he could tell that I was smiling despite having my lips stretched around his pole. It made me happy doing this for him. He’d done so much for me and I wanted to return the favor any way I could.
I pulled off. “You made these lips,” I pointed out. “They’re prettier and fuller than ever. Did you ever think you’d see them wrapped around your dick?”
“I may have imagined it a few times,” Henry admitted.
I laughed. “You’re a naughty doctor.”
I pushed forward until the head nudged my throat and I gagged for a moment. I’d never deep-throated a dick before, but I wanted to try for Henry. I swallowed and tried to get that thick monster in my throat. I gagged again, “Gggak, gak,” and my eyes watered.
Once again I tried, and that time I stretched my tongue forward as far as I could and when I swallowed he slipped right in. I was startled by my own success, but I quickly recovered and eagerly pressed forward to slide that long dong into my slippery throat.
“Oh, god damn, Eliza!” Henry groaned.
I breathed through my nose and was delighted by the reaction I saw on his handsome face. He grasped my head with both hands and slowly pulled his dick out. When the head reached my lips I pushed his hands away and dove onto his prick. I wanted to get it in my throat again.
I gagged on it, twice. The third try was the charm and I buried the whole thing to the root again. I looked up at him with pride.
“You are a wonderfully nasty old woman,” he teased.
I tickled his balls with my hand and hummed around his dick. It galvanized him and his hips bucked. He grunted and squirted streams of spunk down my throat.
I backed all the way off of it and smacked my lips. “I never had one in my throat before,” I told him. “It was easier than I expected.”
“You haven’t had a very adventurous sex life up to now,” he observed. He used a thumb to wipe spit and cum from around my mouth.
“No, I have not,” I agreed and grinned. “I’ll suck you anytime you want, Henry. I liked watching your reactions when I did it.”
“I liked seeing my cock in your sweet mouth.”
“In the lips you made.”
“That’s part of the thrill,” he admitted.
I climbed onto the chair with him, on my knees, straddling his legs and facing him. I kissed him and to his credit he didn’t shy away from the lips that just sucked him off.
Our lips and hands explored each other for a long while, until his big dick was hard and ready again. I raised up then impaled myself with luxurious slowness, writhing as I descended each inch. His girth felt like it was rearranging my guts and pushing all the air out of my lungs. Beads of sweat formed all over my revitalized skin. Finally I bottomed out on the root of it and he was all in me.
We kissed and then I began to move. My improved leg strength made riding him easy. I levered up and down slowly at first and built into a rhythm. I wanted to prolong this exhilarating exercise but heat quickly grew in my sensitive pussy. I slammed down hard and gasped when the orgasm washed over me. “Ah ahhh!”
I shook and trembled until the wave passed. Henry pulled me tight against his torso. When I calmed, he lifted me, stood and bent me over the bed.
His fat dick punched in hard. “Ugh!” I grunted. He rammed me, fast and rough. Big hands grasped my hips and jerked me back and forth to meet his thrusting dick. Slap, slap, slap went his body against mine.
I gasped and whined while the doctor had his way with me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled. My back arched and I whimpered.
“So good!” Henry exclaimed as he pummeled my pussy.
“You made me,” I gasped. I was quickly building toward another orgasm.
“Remade you,” he corrected. “And when I’m done, you’re going to be perfect, I promise. A work of art!”
Energy exploded up my spine and my body stiffened. “Ah! Fuck!” I yelped as I came. I shuddered in delight. It was hard to breathe.
His dick stabbed in three times in quick succession and he came. I felt the hot jets and it made me tremble more.
He stayed bent over me for a bit. Our breath slowed and we recovered. That big dick softened and slid out.
We crawled onto the bed and he stretched out. I was exhausted but felt compelled to show him how much I liked him. So I licked his cock clean. “Mmm,” he moaned in appreciation. When it was clean, my tongue continued to languorously lick and toy with him.
After a while he groaned, “Enough. Come kiss me.” I did and we fell asleep entwined on my bed.
In the middle of the night I got up to pee. When I came back to bed, Henry muttered sleepily, “You alright?” He was always in doctor mode.
“Had to pee,” I explained. “Trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night are one of the glamorous things about getting old.”
“S’okay,” he slurred as he drifted back to sleep. “Perfect to me anyway.”
I twiddled my nipples while staring at the hunky doctor in my bed and wondered how I got so lucky. I fell back asleep shortly.
In the morning my lower back was stiff and aching. It was uncomfortable so I slid out of bed and as I stood I groaned, “Uhhhh.”
“What’s wrong?” Henry woke and asked with concern.
I put my hands behind my lower back and slowly stood up straight. “I’m fine,” I assured him. “My back gets stiff sometimes. Typical old lady stuff.”
“Would you like a massage?”
I brightened. “Oh! Yes, please.”
Several minutes later I was face down naked on my bed and Henry’s magic hands had already worked most of the pain and stiffness out of my back. “Is there anything you can’t do?” I asked while enjoying his work.
“I’m a terrible cook,” he confessed, “and I’m absolutely awful at resisting my desire for you.”
I grinned. “I’ll cook for you anytime you like, and I think we’re both happy about your second failure.” I got on my knees and wagged my ass. “Do me again, Henry. I want you.” The massage had me wet and needy.
He got behind me and kneaded my butt cheeks with his strong hands. “Your glutes can definitely get bigger,” he observed. “And we’ll add some more subcutaneous fat. Before you leave, your butt will be beautiful. I promise.”
“Stop talking shop and fuck me,” I playfully demanded.
“Horny old woman,” he quipped.
“Your magic hands got me all worked up.”
“If this is how you respond, I’ll give you a massage every morning.”
The idea of more mornings together made me feel warm and tingly all over. “Yes please,” I replied.
His hands grabbed my hips and the fat head of his dick pushed into me. The restored elasticity of my vaginal walls was tested again as I stretched to accommodate his girth. He worked his way in with short shoves and I pushed back to meet them.
When I was fully impaled, Henry bent over my back and grabbed my hanging boobs with both hands. “Ah!” I gasped.
His hips went to work jackhammering my pussy and his fingers pulled and twisted my sensitive nipples. “Hot, tight, wet pussy,” he growled. “Perfect fit.”
The dual assault of my pussy and tits was too much. My restored lady parts were so sensitive! “Uhnnnnn,” I whined as my first orgasm of the morning bloomed throughout me.
My quick cum spurred him to work his hips even faster. “You’re so damned responsive,” he groaned. “It’s a fucking miracle.”
“You made me this way,” I gasped and rocked my pelvis to meet this thrusts.
He fully buried his fat prick and I felt hot squirts of his cum deep in my pussy. It toppled me over the precipice into my second orgasm of the morning. “Uhnnnnn!” I whined again and shuddered and squirmed.
Henry’s strong arms eased me onto my back and he stretched out by my side. “Are you okay?” he inquired. “Did I hurt your back again?”
“I’m fine,” I replied with a languid smile. “My back is relaxed and loose, just like the rest of me at the moment.”
He kissed me. “I want to come back tonight.”
“I’d like that.”
“And the next night.”
“I’d like that too,” I agreed with a grin. “My bed is your bed, young man.”
==
After that, Henry spent every night in my bed. He convinced my trainers to make my workouts less horrendously difficult, but Henry took up the slack by giving me a workout in bed every evening and every morning. Fortunately for me, he became ultra protective of me and made sure I got plenty of sleep between bouts of trying to screw me to the mattress.
Everyone at the company knew what was going on. My trainer Tina, who usually acted like a cross between a drill sergeant and a nasty bitch, gave me a high-five. “I’m impressed, Eliza,” she told me. “Every woman in this company wants Doctor Higgins but you bagged him.”
“I think he sculpted me to be his dream playmate,” I kidded and laughed.
==
Close to the end of my three months of treatments, two of the women who work at Galatea took me shopping. “You need new clothes to fit your rocking new body,” my trainer Tina told me.
“And, surprise!” cute twenty-something lesbian secretary Beth cheered. “Dr Higgins says we can charge up to $3000 on the company card! Yay!”
“He is so into you,” Tina teased.
I blushed and responded, “He’s a great guy.”
“You look the best of any of the clients so far,” Beth sighed and made moon eyes at me. She liked to flirt with me constantly. “Your skin is like perfect, and oh my god your new tits and ass look amazing on your willowy body.”
“Thank you, Beth,” I replied. I never encouraged her but I tried to be polite.
A little while later the three of us were in a store in the mall and I was wearing an outfit that Beth urged me to try on. I looked at myself in a mirror and shook my head. “Beth, you can’t be serious,” I objected. “I’m a 60 year old woman. I can’t wear this.” The skimpy outfit consisted of a black cropped t-shirt and a red plaid mini skirt.
“But you don’t look 60,” Beth countered. “And your abs are too good to cover up.”
“You do have great abs,” Tina agreed. “And those long legs, wow. Men will eat that shit up.”
I shook my head again and repeated, “I can’t wear this.” It was too revealing and too young.
“At least buy the top,” Beth suggested. “It will go great with jeans. Please? You have to have at least one top that shows off your tummy.”
I bought the crop top although I was sure I’d never wear it. Then I steered my shopping companions toward dresses I could wear to the office, workout wear, and comfortable casual clothes.
==
All good things come to an end. My 3 months in the residential treatment program was up and it was time for me to go home.
If Henry had asked me to abandon my husband and move in with him, I would have. But he didn’t ask. I was disappointed and a bit depressed but I tried not to let him see it.
On my last day, Henry met with me alone in his office. We stood in front of a full-length mirror. I wasn’t naked this time, but my sports bra and leggings didn’t hide much. “So, was it all worth it?” he asked.
I gazed at my reflection and grinned. I looked great! Amazing even! It was impossible to be humble after such a transformation. “Yes, of course it was,” I answered.
My rejuvenated skin was perfectly smooth and elastic. My lips were full and even my hair was thick and lustrous. My arms and legs were sculpted with sleek, firm muscles. I had six-pack abs for Gods sake! My new boobs were ridiculously plush and bouncy. And I never thought they could do anything with my old flat butt, but it was now firm, round and beautiful.
“You’re a genius, Henry,” I praised. “I look like I’m 25, not 60.”
“It’s not all my doing, Eliza. You worked like a demon to get in shape.”
I turned and looked up into his eyes. “I did it for you,” I told him. Then I frowned because I thought that maybe I was losing him.
“Are you mad at me?” he perceptively asked.
I was about to say no, but I decided to tell the full truth. “A little,” I answered. “Mostly I’m disappointed. I hoped you were going to ask me to leave my husband to be with you.”
He nodded. “I considered it, but you should go home and think about everything. You’ve been through a lot here and that has to be coloring your thoughts at the moment. You might decide you’re very happy with your husband once you’re back with him.”
“I wasn’t happy with him before,” I replied, “but I guess I understand what you’re saying. You want me to get some distance from everything that’s happened here before I make any decisions.”
“Exactly.”
“Will we still get together?”
Henry grinned. “You have next week off, but when you start working here, I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless, every single day.”
It made my eyes dilate and nostrils flare. I nodded in agreement and said, “I look forward to it, Dr Higgins.”
==
One of the Galatea employees drove me home. I carried my two suitcases into the house and called out, “Will, I’m home!” It was a Saturday so I knew he’d be there.
He was sitting on his fat ass in front of the TV, of course, but he waddled over to greet me. “Oh, wow!” he exclaimed when he got a good look at me. “You look like a whole new you! That’s crazy!”
I smiled and posed with my new breasts stuck out. My t-shirt stretched taut across my big knockers and my tight little short pants showed off my firm round butt and my long sleek legs. “I’m glad you like it,” I replied.
“You even got your red hair back,” he observed with wonder. He always was nuts about my red hair.
“I had to color it to get rid of the remaining gray,” I admitted, “but my own natural red is growing in.”
“How did they do it? They must be magicians.”
“I’ll tell you all the gory details later, but for now just know that the workouts were brutally hard for two months. The last month was slightly less. Dr Higgins told the trainers take it easier on me. The treatment injections stung, but I got used to them.”
Will frowned. “I’m sorry it was bad for so long, hon. You should’ve called me. I would’ve got you out of there.”
I shook my head. “I had to handle it myself, Will, and I’m glad I stayed. The end result is worth it and I’ll also have a great paying job with them for five years,” I reminded him.
He gave me a hug and a kiss. “I’m glad you’re home,” he sincerely told me. “And not just because you look so gorgeous and have big tits.”
I snickered. “I know, Will. Thank you.”
I would’ve stripped to let him explore my new boobs and the rest of me, but he didn’t ask. I mentally shrugged. I wasn’t looking forward to having his fat hands on me anyway.
Will waddled back to his chair to watch TV, so I went next door to see my friend Clara. “Oh my god, Eliza!” she gasped when she realized it was me. “You look fantastic! Where do I sign up for that stuff?!”
I broke the bad news, “The full treatments and training cost $500,000.”
“Wow. That’s a lot of money. I guess I’ll just keep looking old,” she said and laughed.
Clara’s son Fred came into the room but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. The teenage boy was notoriously shy and my new look intimidated him.
“Thank you for taking such good care of our lawn and gardens while I’ve been gone, Fred,” I told him. “The yard looks better than ever.”
The boy blushed red and softly replied, “You’re welcome.”
“Fred’s 18th birthday is tomorrow, Eliza. Will you come over for a piece of cake?”
“I’d love to,” I agreed. I liked Fred. He was a shy kid but very nice and always helpful when asked.
“It’s a pool party,” Clara informed me with a wicked grin and she pointedly looked at my new big boobs. “Do you have a bikini big enough for your new tatas?”
Talk of boobs was too much for Fred and he darted out of the room.
“You embarrassed your poor son,” I told Clara. Her comments didn’t bother me though, because I liked her wicked sense of humor.
“My ‘poor son’ is about to turn 18 and needs to get over being so shy. Back to my question, do you have a bikini that can handle those mountains?”
I rolled my eyes. “In fact I do. Some of the women at the company took me shopping for a new wardrobe on my last days there. Who is going to be at this party? I don’t want to flaunt myself in front of a lot of teenage boys.”
“Fred’s friend Zeb will be there. That’s it except for me. I really would appreciate it if you came, Eliza. You’ve always been nice to Fred and I think he counts you as one of his few friends. You don’t have to wear a bikini. I was kidding about that.”
“I’ll be here,” I agreed. “Do you have any last minute suggestions for a present?”
“He starts at UT in the fall. I’m sure he’d love a UT hat or t-shirt. And thank you. Fred will be happy that you’re there.”
Will finally showed some interest in bed that night and his hands were all over me. He got me off with his fat fingers, but he couldn’t get an erection. I sucked it for a few minutes but there was hardly any response.
My husband wasn’t worried about it. “The old thing doesn’t have it tonight, hon,” he told me. He rolled over and went to sleep.
I slept too and dreamed of Henry and a better life.
==
The next day, I put on my new black bikini and admired myself in the mirror. It wasn’t a particularly skimpy bikini. The top provided plenty of coverage of my big boobs, while exposing deep cleavage and some side-boob too. It was a nice balance. The bottom covered most of my round butt-cheeks and wasn’t scandalous at all. I wrapped a matching black sarong around my waist and slipped my feet into flip flops.
As usual, my husband Will was sitting on his fat ass in front of the TV. “I’m going next door to Fred’s birthday party,” I told him. “Are you sure you don’t want to come? Clara is grilling burgers and there will be cake.”
He shook his head. “I’m watching the game,” he answered, then looked over at me. His eyes opened wide. “You’re going dressed like that?”
“It’s a pool party.”
“All them teenagers will be ogling you.”
“Clara said it will be just Fred and one friend of his. Besides, teenagers won’t ‘ogle’ an old woman like me,” I stated with a coy smile.
“Yeah, right,” Will scoffed. “They’ll ogle plenty, hon. You’ll see.”
Clara already had burgers on the grill when I arrived next door. Fred and another boy were horsing around with a soccer ball, but they froze when they spotted me.
I walked straight over to Fred, feeling my tits jiggle in the bikini top with every step. “Happy birthday, Fred,” I exclaimed with a smile and wrapped him up in a big hug.
The tall, skinny boy stood petrified for a couple of seconds then tentatively put his arms around me too. “Thanks, Mrs Doolittle,” he responded.
“You’re 18 now. Do you feel like an adult?” I asked. My big boobs were compressed against his naked chest. Both boys were only wearing swim trunks.
“Um… I guess so.”
“Good,” I simply replied and kissed his cheek. He blushed red. I released him from the hug.
“I’m Zeb,” the other boy introduced himself and shook my hand. He was shorter and stockier than the tall and skinny Fred.
“Mrs Doolittle lives next door,” Fred explained to Zeb.
“Fred, you’re an adult now. You can call me Eliza,” I told him.
“Um, okay, Eliza.”
“Have you already opened presents?” I asked.
“Yeah. Zeb gave me the soccer ball and mom got me a new gaming console. It’s brilliant.”
“I guess you should open mine then,” I observed and handed him my wrapped present.
He ripped it open and exclaimed, “Cool! A Vols hat!” It was an official UT ball cap. “Thanks, Eliza!”
I was pleased that he was happy with the gift. “You’re welcome.”
Fred wore the hat for the rest of the day.
We ate the delicious burgers Clara made, then pigged out on birthday cake. I hadn’t eaten any junk food in months but I knew that I could work this off with extra exercises.
We jumped in the pool and split into two teams for water volleyball. Fred and I played against Zeb and Clara. Fred’s eyes stayed on me as I jumped and splashed around. Zeb’s eyes darted back and forth between me and Clara. She was in her mid-forties and chubby, but Zeb clearly enjoyed watching her tits bounce around. Her thin one-piece suit did little to restrain the movement of her jugs. We all had fun and laughed a lot.
After the game, we relaxed in the cool water and chatted. “Fred, do you have a girlfriend or are you a free agent heading into your college adventure?” I inquired.
Fred blushed. “No girlfriend,” he bashfully answered.
“He’s never even been kissed,” Zeb teased and laughed.
The boy looked so ashamed that it broke my heart. I put an arm around Fred’s shoulders and said, “Don’t be embarrassed, Fred. College girls will see how great you are and they’ll line up to go out with you.”
He hung his head. “I doubt that.”
The poor boy was a mess. Low self-esteem, weak physical condition and overall didn’t take care of himself. A lot like me 3 months earlier. Right then and there I made an impulsive decision to try to do for Fred what Henry and the Galatea company did for me!
“You just need to build some confidence,” I told him. I put a finger under his chin to lift his face, and then I planted a kiss on his lips.
“Whoa!” I heard Zeb exclaim.
I held the kiss but Fred was absolutely still. I backed my lips away to whisper, “Relax your jaw, Fred, and let your lips mold to mine.” When our lips met again, he began to move naturally. I nudged my tongue into his mouth and he moaned.
I broke the kiss and grinned. “There. Your first kiss. How was it?”
“Awesome! Best birthday present ever!” he gushed and we all laughed.
I turned to his mom and said, “Clara, I hope you’re not mad at me for giving Fred a kissing lesson.”
She had a big grin on her face. “Are you kidding? Thank you, Eliza. My boy needed that.”
“What plans do you have for tonight?” I asked Fred.
“Um, nothing really.”
“You can’t just stay home on your birthday. Take me out. It will be good practice for you,” I suggested.
“Like a date?” he asked, disbelieving.
“Consider it a training date. I’m going to help you with your social skills.”
“I… uh… yeah! I’d love to!” he emphatically agreed. Zeb, Clara and I all laughed again.
“Is that okay with you, Clara?” I checked with his mom.
“I think it’s a great idea,” she concurred. “A practice date might cure his terminal shyness.”
“Exactly,” I agreed. I climbed out of the pool and toweled dry. “Pick me up at 5, Fred,” I instructed. “I want to make a couple of stops before we have dinner.”
I’m certain the boys watched my round ass flex and sway all the way back to my house.
“How was the party?” Will asked when I walked in.
“Fun,” I answered with a smile. “How was the game?”
“The damn Yankees won,” he grumbled.
“I’m taking the birthday boy out to dinner,” I stated. “That’s okay with you, isn’t it?”
“Sure, I’ll fix myself something,” he said. He thought for a moment and asked, “Just you and him?”
I nodded. “Fred is ridiculously shy around women, Will. I hope that a little time alone with me loosens him up.”
My husband considered for a moment, then agreed, “That might help him a lot. I wish a hot older woman took me out when I was 18.”
I wore a sundress for my date with Fred. It had a black background and was covered with a small floral pattern. The spaghetti straps and low-cut back made wearing a bra impossible, so the girls were on the loose. The dress was snug enough to provide some support but they were still bouncy. It was hemmed about a third of the way down my thigh, which is darn short.
I hadn’t worn anything like that dress in 30 years. It would’ve looked too young and silly on me before. But now it felt right and more importantly looked terrific. I almost felt obligated to show off my new tight and busty body in sexy clothes.
I hardly used any makeup, opting instead for a simple and casual look that matched the sundress. My feet slipped into black sandals.
I was brushing my hair when the doorbell rang and I hurried to answer it. “Hi, Fred. You’re right on time.”
His eyes bugged. “You look awesome, Eliza.”
I chuckled and teased, “Fred, earlier you saw me in a bikini. How ‘awesome’ can a sundress be?”
The teen boy was tongue-tied but eventually got out, “You just look great.” He was dressed in a t-shirt with horizontal stripes, khaki shorts and white sneakers. His outfit wasn’t awful but wasn’t good either.
“Will, we’re going!” I called out to my husband.
“Okay. Teach him well, hon.”
Fred’s car was a beaten up old Toyota, but at least it was fairly clean inside. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“Market Square,” I answered. It was the heart of downtown with several restaurants and shops. “Fred, does it feel weird going out with a 60 year old woman?”
“No,” he quickly answered. “I feel proud and kind of stunned. You look amazing now, Eliza.”
“How old do you think I look?” I asked. I still had my own issues with self-confidence and liked to fish for compliments.
“I don’t know. Young. Maybe 26?”
“Good answer,” I replied. “When guessing any woman’s age, always aim low.”
“I’ll remember that,” he replied and smiled. The banter seemed to be relaxing him.
We parked in a garage and walked to the square. “As I told you before,” I said, “there are a couple of stops I want to make before dinner.” I steered him into a fancy hair salon that stayed open late.
Fred’s hair was a bowl cut with bangs straight across the front. It looked stupid. “Fix it,” I instructed the young stylist. “I don’t have something specific in mind, but anything is better than that. Give him a style that will help him fit in at college.”
The stylist seemed glad that I was in charge and Fred sat quietly in the chair. She smiled and asked, “How much can I take off?”
“It’s up to you.”
A half hour later, the stylist finished drying Fred’s hair and asked me, “What do you think?”
“I love it. Great job,” I complimented her. His dark hair was much shorter and combed straight back. It was an easy and uncomplicated style.
The young woman nodded. “It fits his face.”
“What do you think, Fred?” I asked.
He ran his fingers through it and quickly nodded. “Yeah, it’s great. I look really different. Thanks!”
Next I dragged him into Urban Outfitters. It didn’t take long to buy him slim fit jeans and a maroon short sleeve button-front shirt. He wore them out of the store. “Now you look ready for your first date,” I told him.
“Thanks again, Eliza. This stuff is cool. The clothes I pick always look stupid.”
“I’ll be happy to go shopping with you before you start college.”
“Really? That would be great but I don’t want to put you out.”
“It’s no problem. In fact I’m making you my personal project, Fred,” I clued him in. “I want to help you in the same way Galatea helped me. Are you up for that?”
“Definitely!” he instantly agreed. “I need all the help I can get. Thanks, Eliza!”
We walked to one of my favorite restaurants and were lucky enough to get an outdoor table. It was a hot summer evening but the sun was going down and there were ceiling fans under the awning. The food and service were top notch.
Fred’s shyness was a problem at dinner. He left it totally up to me to carry the conversation. “Fred,” I told him, “you have a bad habit of going quiet and waiting for me to say something. It makes me feel like you’re not interested in me, which is not a good thing on a date.”
“Sorry,” he apologized and blushed. “I never know what to say.”
“Just ask me questions about myself. Don’t make it an interrogation, but show some interest.”
Fred thought for a moment, then asked, “How did that place make you look so young?”
I nodded. “That’s a good start, Fred.” I explained some of the basics of the treatments and workouts. That led to other topics. He stumbled sometimes, but he definitely got better at contributing to the conversation.
When we left the restaurant, I took his hand. It made him blush but he smiled too and held my hand all the way back to the car. We passed the downtown movie theater and he asked, “Have you seen the new Mission Impossible movie yet? It got great reviews.”
“Are you asking me on a second date?”
“Uh, I guess, if that’s okay.”
“On a regular date it is the perfect thing to do, but remember this is a practice date.”
“Don’t I need more practice?” he asked cheekily.
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll think about it, Fred. I’d be happy to, but we don’t want this to get weird for your mother or my husband.”
We arrived home and he walked me to my door. “Did you enjoy your first date, Fred?” I asked.
“It was perfect,” he replied, then did something I never would have expected. The shy boy leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t resist. He was learning fast and his lips made me tingle all over. The tips of our tongues lightly touched.
He finally pulled back and it was my turn to blush under the heat of his gaze. “Goodnight, Fred,” I softly said.
“Goodnight, Eliza,” he replied and bounded over to his house.
I grinned and bit my lower lip. Kissing that boy made me feel even younger than I looked. Giving him a second date suddenly seemed like a great idea.
I went inside and sat near Will in the living room. “How did it go, hon?” he asked but only took his eyes off the TV for a moment.
“I took him to a salon for a new haircut and then got him something better to wear. A whole makeover basically. He was still too quiet during dinner, but he’s getting better,” I explained.
“That’s nice,” my husband responded, completely uninterested.
I quickly became bored watching TV and wished I’d stayed out longer with Fred.
Will went to bed at 11 but I wasn’t tired, so I went out on the screened porch and got lost in a book on my iPad. I heard a noise and looked up to see Fred sneak onto the porch through the screen door to the yard. “Hi,” he whispered. “I noticed the light of your iPad.” He sat beside me on the loveseat.
“It’s 1pm, Fred. Can’t sleep?” I asked him.
“No. You?”
“Not tired yet.”
Fred stared in my eyes for a long moment, then leaned in to kiss me like he had earlier. Our lips were more aggressive this time. I tried to guide him, but he wandered off script and explored the things he could do with lips and tongue. I didn’t mind. His unsophisticated enthusiasm was fun, and again it made me feel very young. Like a teenager.
He didn’t know what to do with his hands. They fidgeted at his sides. I could have showed him, but I wanted him to take some initiative first. Our kisses went on and on. It was wonderful and heady stuff.
Finally I took pity on him and moved from his side to straddle his legs facing him. I was on my knees and my round butt rested on his thighs. I grinned at him and unzipped my dress in back and slipped the straps off my shoulders. The top of the dress slid down to my waist and my braless boobs were suddenly naked in front of the 18 year old boy.
His hands literally shook with nervousness when I grasped them. I placed his hands on my boobs and whispered, “Feel them. Gently. Kiss them all over.”
He eagerly followed directions. His long thin fingers lightly groped and rubbed my sensitive knockers. His lips kissed a trail down the slopes and then all the way down into the crease underneath. I was in heaven.
I unfastened his pants and reached in to grab his hard dick. It was long and slim like the rest of him. I jerked it slowly, knowing that a virgin teenager wouldn’t have much endurance.
Fred’s lips latched on to my right nipple and sucked hard. His tongue swirled around my stiff nubbin. My red mane tossed with delight.
I surprised both of us by cumming first. “Uhnnnnn,” I grunted. My head snapped back and my back arched. The orgasm zinged through me like electricity.
Fred must have thought orgasming looked fun because his dick squirted like a fountain. He instinctively bucked his hips and I was jostled up and down. His cum splattered my boobs, stomach and dress.
Soon it was over and we sat there trying to keep our panting quiet. I was still straddling his legs and lightly stroking his dick. He didn’t let go of my boobs.
We kissed again for a long while basking in the dreamy aftermath of orgasm. “You’ve had a lot of firsts today,” I whispered and chuckled.
“All thanks to the most awesome woman in the world,” he replied quietly and smiled.
“You should go home. It’s very late,” I whispered and reluctantly moved off his lap.
He didn’t want to let go of my boobs, which were his new favorite toys. But he did and he stowed his dick and fastened his pants.
“Fred, if you can keep quiet about this, we’ll have more fun before you start college,” I whispered in his ear. “But if I think you’ve bragged to Zeb or anyone, then we’re done. Understood?”
“I won’t say a word,” he promised.
I kissed Fred one last time and he went home.
I stripped off my cum-spotted dress and went inside to drop the dress in the washer. I flopped on my living room sofa and said to myself, “You are a very naughty woman, Eliza Doolittle.” My fingers tickled my clit and my butt squirmed. God, it was exciting fooling around with an 18 year old! My fingers soon brought me to my second orgasm that night.
My mind shifted to Henry and I suddenly felt guilty. I shook my head to clear it. If Henry wanted me all to himself, all he had to do was take me home with him.
I thought about how I was molding young Fred in a way that was similar to how Henry molded me. I was passing on the favor, so to speak. That brightened my mood.
I went in the bedroom to sleep beside my husband.
==
The next day was Monday. I didn’t have anywhere I had to be because that week was my “vacation” between the three months of treatments and starting work at Galatea.
My husband went to work at the DMV as usual. I went to the gym for a workout in the morning. The afternoon was spent shopping for more things to wear to my new job. My job title was “demonstration model.” I’d be working with the marketing team as a live example of the effects of the age reduction program.
I decided that sheath dresses would be appropriate wear for the office. Businesslike but a little sexy too. I selected dresses that fit snugly but not too tight. Showing off my boob job was part of the deal, so I made sure each dress had a low enough neckline to display a bit of cleavage.
I was unloading my purchases from the car when Fred popped out of his house next door and called out, “Hi, Eliza. Can I help carry your packages?”
I wondered if he’d been watching for me all day. “Hello, Fred,” I answered. “I think I can manage these few bags.”
He stood by my car for a moment gathering courage to ask, “Um, can we, um, go out on another, you know, practice date soon?”
The poor boy’s timid request made me smile. I thought about the night before and agreed, “I’d like that, Fred. What do you have in mind?”
“Um, tomorrow night? Dinner and that movie we talked about?”
“It’s a date,” I answered and smiled.
Fred practically bounced back home he was so happy.
Will arrived home from work and I prepared dinner. Then we watched TV. It was so boring!
After Will went to bed, I went out back on the screened porch again. About 15 minutes later, Fred showed up. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi,” I replied with a smile.
I took his hand and led him from the porch to our detached garage. It was dark, dusty and hot inside. “This is more private than the porch,” I quietly told the teenage boy.
He nodded but stood there like a deer caught in headlights. I’d surprised him and made him even more nervous than usual.
I made the first move by stepping to him and softly pressing my lips to his. That was familiar territory for him, and he responded quickly and enthusiastically. We snogged joyfully for a while. My hands roamed his young back and shoulders. His held me around the waist then he got the nerve to slide around front and squeeze my boobs. I was proud that he took that much initiative.
I broke our kiss and sunk to my knees in front of him. Fred trembled with excitement and nervousness, anticipating what was going to happen. I pulled down his shorts and underwear, and his dick sprang free.
I wrapped my hand around the base and it was already fully hard. I looked up into his eyes and my tongue dragged along the underside of his dick. He gasped.
“You have a good dick, Fred,” I told him and grinned. I wanted to build up his confidence. “It’s long and so hard.” He was almost as long as Henry but not nearly as wide.
I kissed the tip then took a few inches in my mouth. My eyes never left his. “Hmm,” I hummed and he shook so hard I thought he was going to shoot off already. I sucked in a couple more inches and caressed him with my tongue.
Fred’s hips jerked and he gasped, “Ah!” His hands instinctively grabbed my head and he spewed a youthful load of spunk in my mouth. I sealed my lips tightly around him until his tremors stopped and he stopped panting.
I pulled off and opened my mouth mouth full of cum to show him what he’d done. I swallowed then opened my mouth again to show it was all gone. His gobsmacked expression made me giggle.
“Uff,” I groaned when I stood.
“You okay?” he asked.
“The concrete floor is hard on my old knees,” I explained, “but I’m fine. Did you like your first blowjob?”
“Loved it,” Fred enthused. “Thank you, Eliza. What can I do for you now?”
“Nothing tonight, honey, but thank you for offering. It’s late and time for bed.”
We kissed and went inside our respective homes. I laid in bed thinking how pleased I was with my adventures and lessons with Fred. It was satisfying and fun to be his mentor.
==
“What’s for dinner tonight, Eliza?” my husband asked when he arrived home from work on Tuesday.
“You’re on your own, Will,” I informed him. “I’m going on another practice date with Fred.”
“You should get a medal for the time you’re putting in with that kid.”
“I don’t mind. Helping him makes me feel good, and we’re going to a movie tonight so that will be fun. Do you want me to order you a pizza?”
“Thanks, honey. That would be great,” he agreed.
I wore skin-tight black leggings and a red tank top for my second date with Fred. I’d spent three months living in workout clothes, and it became my favorite thing to wear. It was also sexy in a sporty way and showed off my strong body.
I wore a lightweight lace bra under the tank top because I didn’t want to squash my big boobs in a sports bra all evening. I was going commando under my leggings.
Fred knocked on our door at six o’clock and gawped at my outfit when I opened the door. “You look awesome, Eliza,” he gushed.
“You always say that, Fred.”
“It’s always true,” he replied.
“Thank you, you silver tongued devil.”
In the privacy of his car, the boy said, “My mom told me to be sure to thank you for all that you’re doing for me.”
I smirked. “And she doesn’t know the half of it.”
He chuckled and sincerely told me, “Yeah. You have no idea how much I appreciate the oral last night and your breasts and all the kisses. It’s so freaking cool that you’re helping a nerd like me. It means everything to me, Eliza.”
“I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t enjoy it, Fred,” I informed him.
He was surprised and quiet for a moment. “Really?” he asked. “You’re not doing this out of pity?”
I reached over and put a hand on his shoulder while he drove. “Fred, it did make me sad that you’d never been kissed or out with a girl. But I didn’t decide to help you out of pity. I’ve always thought you were cute and nice. You only got past first base because fooling around with you is a big thrill for an old woman like me.”
“Damn, Eliza! You’re going to give me a big ego.”
“Good. Some ego will help your confidence with girls.”
My young date glanced at me and remarked, “Just being seen with you is already inflating my ego. Do you have any idea how hot your legs are in those leggings?”
“I have some idea,” I admitted without false modesty. “That’s why I wore them for you.”
“Dammmmmn,” he groaned.
So our date got off to a great start and went smoothly from there. Fred’s growing confidence made conversation much easier and more fun because we flirted constantly.
When we arrived home, Fred wanted to walk me to my door again. “We shouldn’t,” I told him. “The neighbors might see us.”
“Oh,” he responded, disappointed. “Are we meeting in the garage later?”
“Meet me at midnight,” I answered.
Ten minutes past midnight I was on my knees in the garage with Fred’s spurting dick in my mouth. I swallowed his spunk and licked my lips. “Now that we have your first one out of the way, you’ll last a lot longer for the second,” I instructed.
I lightly stroked his dick with my soft hands. It reversed course from shrinking to expanding, and was hard again in no time. The teenage libido was amazing.
I stripped off my skin-tight leggings and bent over the workbench. I wiggled my naked ass and said, “It’s time to officially lose your virginity, Fred.”
He eagerly stepped up behind me and I grabbed his long slim dick and pointed it at my impatient pussy. “Fred, I’m letting you do me bare because I know you haven’t been with anyone else and I can’t get pregnant,” I explained. “But you have to wear condoms with other women. Promise me, because you don’t want to knock up some poor girl or catch an STD.”
He nodded. “I promise, Eliza.”
I knew he’d promise anything at that point to get in my pussy, but there was no more I could do. I had to trust that he’d be smart.
It was the moment of truth and poor Fred was so nervous he was literally shaking. My hand guided him in. “Go slowly at first,” I instructed. “A nice smooth push. And put your hands on my hips.”
He inched in. He was shaking so much that it felt like a vibrator.
“Stop for a second, Fred,” I told him. “Take a deep breath and try to calm down. Nobody here is judging you. I’m going to guide you through everything, alright?”
The boy exhaled loudly and the shaking mostly subsided. “Thanks, Eliza. I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”
“Everyone is nervous their first time. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay. I’ll try.”
“Good. Let’s pick up where we left off. A nice, smooth, slow entry. Give me that long, hard dick, honey.” I winked at him and he grinned.
His hands took a firmer grip of my hips and he slowly nudged his way in. Very slowly. That was okay because I wanted him to get comfortable. My well-developed pussy muscles squeezed him to provide more friction.
When it was finally fully in, he moaned, “God, that feels good.”
“For me too, Fred,” I agreed.
“Now draw out and push back in. Not too fast. Pace yourself so the girl has time to get worked up.”
He slid up and down my wet tunnel a few times. I rocked in time with him and we built up a rhythm.
“Yes. Long strokes, honey. Just like that,” I instructed. “Grab my boobs.”
His big hands eagerly reached under me to grasp my hanging tits and squeeze. “God damn, Eliza. You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned. His hips continued to incessantly pump me.
I’d worried that he’d come in no time, but it was me that was racing toward an orgasm. I rocked and twisted my pelvis in time with his thrusts. “Ah, ah, ah,” I gasped. “Pinch my nipples. Harder!”
The sharp pain/pleasure from my sensitive nips was enough to push me over the edge. My body tensed and I saw stars. My head tossed, flinging my red hair around.
My gyrations were too much for my young lover, and he came too. His long dick pushed in and held there while it shot off for the second time that night. I felt him quiver and jerk behind me. I squeezed him as hard as I could with my grateful pussy.
I suspect Fred would’ve stayed hunched over me forever, but when we calmed I said, “Let me up, honey.”
He reluctantly slid out of me and helped me stand. I fell into his arms and we kissed. “Did I do okay?” he asked.
“You did great,” I assured him. “Couldn’t you tell? You made me come like fireworks.”
“I noticed,” he replied proudly. “You’re freaking awesome, do you know that?” His hands slipped down my back to grope my butt.
I laughed. “You’re pretty awesome too, Fred.”
I realized that I felt proud and possessive about Fred the same way that Henry felt proud and possessive about me. I was transforming Fred from a shy, socially awkward virgin into a confident and skilled lover.
The vastly improved 18 year old boy was my creation. Mine! Watching him change in front of my eyes was exhilarating.
==
Fred and I met in the hot, dusty garage the next night and the night after that. We were bound to get caught, and we were.
Fred’s mother Clara sat me down and said, “I know what you and Fred have been doing in the garage at night.”
I blushed. “I’m sorry…”
She put up a hand to stop me. “I’m not mad, Eliza. Well, I was at first but then I realized how much you’ve helped Fred. He suddenly has confidence, he looks better, dresses better, and he’s exercising.”
“You’re really not mad?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ll even help you. Meeting in that filthy garage is disgusting and even clueless Will is going to catch you if you keep it up. So from now on, tell Will you’re coming over here to visit me. You and Fred can have your fun in his room.”
“I’d be too embarrassed, Clara,” I objected. Discussing this with her was really strange.
“I’ll turn up the TV or music or whatever and I won’t hear a thing,” she explained. “It will be fine. Unless you prefer the garage floor to a comfortable bed.”
The idea of fucking my teenage lover in his own bed had a kinky appeal. “Okay. Let’s try it. Thanks, Clara.”
“I’ll do anything for my son,” she told me. “But I want you to promise me one thing. When Fred starts college, you’ll stop seeing him.”
I nodded. “Fred and I already agreed on that, Clara.”
“Whatever he promises now, he’ll want to keep seeing you, Eliza. You’re his first and he’s infatuated with you. You have to be the one to end it.”
“I promise. I will.”
==
My “vacation” week ended and I went to my first day of work at Galatea. The marketing director showed to my office and gave me an introduction to my duties, which were basically to stay in shape and to talk with prospective clients about the process.
Mid-morning I went to Henry’s office and knocked. “Hi,” I said.
We both grinned ear-to-ear simply because we were in each others presence again.
I shut the door behind me and we rushed into an embrace. Our lips met in a voracious kiss.
“I missed you,” he muttered.
“It’s only been a week,” I teased.
“It felt longer. How did it go at home?”
“Um, okay, I guess.”
He could tell something was off. “What happened?” he inquired.
“Well, my husband is still a fat, lazy slob and didn’t show all that much interest in the new me actually,” I answered. I’d decided that I had to tell Henry about Fred, but it wasn’t easy. “But… um… my neighbor’s son had an eighteenth birthday and… um… he’s kind of a nerdy kid but very nice and I felt sorry for him and gave him his first kiss. Then I went out with him to help him become more confident with women, but things got kind of out of hand and…”
“You fucked him?”
I blushed red and nodded. “I’m so sorry, Henry.”
“Eighteen?” he asked, then laughed.
“Don’t laugh,” I scolded but I couldn’t hold back my laughter either because it was ridiculous for a 60 year old woman to fuck an 18 year old. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, Eliza,” he dismissed the notion. “You’ve changed enormously and you’re spreading your wings. It’s fascinating actually. We should discuss this with your psychiatrist…”
“No, Henry,” I stopped him. “It’s private. Very private. Promise me you won’t tell anyone or write about it like I’m a lab rat.”
“Of course. I promise.”
“Thank you. I’m surprised you aren’t mad. Aren’t you jealous?”
“Should I be?”
I shook my head. “No. Fred is wonderful but he’s just a boy.”
Henry abruptly spun me around and bent me over his desk. His big hands pushed up my dress and dragged down my lace panties. I heard his zipper go down and I bit my lower lip in anticipation.
His cock wedged in and I moaned, “Oh. So thick!”
“Your teen lover isn’t as big as me?” he asked.
I shook my head. “He’s long but thinner.”
“Good,” he grumbled, letting me know that he was at least a little jealous.
Henry thrust in hard and proceeded to fuck me senseless.
==
I went on my first marketing trip. Galatea held informational events around the country to sell the process to rich people who could afford it. Henry and I shared a large and ornately furnished suite in the hotel. “It’s beautiful, Henry,” I said.
“Only the best for you, Eliza.”
I hugged him and looked up into his eyes. “While we’re here, I want us to go out in public together, like a real couple. It’s the one thing we can’t do back home and I want it badly.”
“Of course. I want that too.”
“You won’t be embarrassed to be seen with an old woman?” I teased.
“How could I be embarrassed by the most amazing old woman ever?” he countered. His strong hands groped my butt. “Your ass keeps getting better and better,” he observed.
“My trainers have become fanatics about squats and lunges to build and shape my glutes.”
“It’s working.”
The event was held in the hotel’s ballroom. “Wow,” our marketing rep Wendy said when she saw me. “That is some dress.” I was wearing a red bandage dress by Herve Leger. It hugged my curves and was short to show off my long legs.
I grinned. “Henry bought it for me yesterday.”
She returned my grin. “You have the doctor wrapped around your little finger!”
As Galatea’s lead doctor, Henry was the official “star” of the reception for potential clients. But I got most of the attention. “Before” and “After” posters of me were prominently displayed around the room.
All eyes followed me in my skin-tight little red dress. Surprisingly I didn’t feel self-conscious. I was happy that I looked youthful and fit. I wanted to share Henry’s artistry with the world.
An obviously wealthy couple approached me. I’d been told the man was Richard Bachmann, a bonafide billionaire. He looked like he was in his mid-sixties. He was bald and had a sizable belly. His wife looked about forty. She was still beautiful but had some wrinkles and was becoming a bit thick around the middle. An aging trophy wife I guessed, and probably worried that her sugar-daddy might dump her for a younger woman.
She looked closely at the skin of my face, neck and hands. All of the places that usually showed the most age. “You’re really 60?” she asked.
“I’m really 60. I wasn’t aging very gracefully before the Galatea treatments,” I answered, pointing to the “before” posters.
“Your skin is so smooth and clear,” the wife commented with wonder. “How long does it last?”
“The full effect lasts for five years and fades over the next five years,” I explained. “But you can go back for refresher treatments that maintain the skin and subcutaneous fat in top shape indefinitely.” The company expected refresher treatments to be a major profit generator.
“The treatments can promise a body like that?” her billionaire husband inquired. Bachmann’s eyes hungrily raked over my tight curves.
I smiled. “Fitness is wholly dependent on the amount of work put in. Galatea’s trainers exercise clients hard to obtain quick results. It’s up to the client to continue the recommended workouts after leaving the facility.”
The wife hugged her husband and looked up into his eyes. “I want it,” she told him in no uncertain terms. “I want to look the way I did when we first met.”
The smoldering heat in Bachmann’s eyes indicated he wanted the same thing. He shifted his eyes to me and asked, “Can you make her look like a 20-year-old intern again?”
I smiled, knowing we’d hooked another customer for the very expensive and profitable treatments. “Our preliminary test will determine how compatible your wife is with our treatments. If all goes well, we should be able to obtain results that will make you happy.”
That night in our hotel room, Henry began undressing and griped, “That billionaire bastard wants you. I’m surprised he didn’t send his wife home and buy you a yacht or something.”
“Hmm, I’d like to have a yacht,” I teased my lover. I unzipped the back of my little red dress and shimmied out of it.
“You could have it. You could have anything,” he told me, clearly jealous of the wealth and power of men like Bachmann.
“Anything?” I asked. I dropped my panties to the floor. “Then I want you.”
He grabbed me and tossed me on the bed. I giggled like a girl. He levered my legs up and leaned forward on them until my knees were close to my breasts. I thanked God for all of my stretching exercises. He pushed a couple of fingers in my pussy and observed, “You’re wet and ready.”
“Always wet around you,” I admitted. “You made me that way.”
He chuckled as he lined up his cock with my opening. “I may have overdone the restoration of your natural lubrication response.”
“Uhhh!” I grunted when his fat cock speared me. It’s thickness always stretched me and it took a little while to get used to it, so Henry usually was gentle at the start, but that night he wasn’t. He was domineering and nearly frantic.
He plugged me hard, forcing air from my lungs. I liked to join in the rhythm of sex, but I couldn’t because I was doubled-over and pinned beneath his weight. I was an inanimate object. A hot, wet pussy to fuck.
To my surprise, I liked it. I liked giving myself over to him. I liked making him crazy with lust. I liked pleasing my young man.
The fuck was fast and furious. He pistoned that cock like a high-speed machine. He muttered and swore under his breath. I was thoroughly screwed to the hotel mattress.
He slammed in and held it. His ass flexed and cum spewed into me. He groaned and shuddered.
Then Henry rolled off and laid by my side, panting. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt your legs?”
I smiled. “I’m fine, Henry. My trainers made me very flexible.”
“Good. I don’t like getting out of control like that.”
I softly told him, “Don’t be jealous of the stupid clients, Henry.”
“Those rich fuckers drooling over you just made me nuts. I wanted to take a swing at a couple of them.”
“I’m glad you didn’t punch our potential customers, honey,” I told him and gave him a kiss. “Are you going to fuck me like an animal after every meeting with customers?”
“Maybe,” he grumbled. He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him.
“Henry!” I yelped, surprised that he was hard again. “You’re insatiable!”
A minute later, I was straddling Henry and riding him like a cowgirl. My thighs and glutes powered me up and down. My boobs bounced and my chest heaved. I twisted my hips at the bottom of my plunges, with his girth fully stretching me.
“Aww, fuck that’s good,” he exclaimed.
The glow of streetlights leaked around the hotel room curtains and faintly illuminated us. Henry’s expression was rapt. His eyes flicked from my pussy swallowing his big dick to the big bouncing tits that he’d created.
After several long, hot, sweaty minutes of rutting, I picked up the pace. My nipples stiffened to steel-hard points. Henry seemed to know exactly when to reach up and tug them. Pelvis quaking and back arching, I came all over the big cock I loved so much.
I felt him pump me full of hot seed, and I wished I was 30 years younger and fertile. I flopped forward, resting on him with his cock still sheathed in my sore pussy. I was worn-out and a bit sad that I was incapable of breeding with my sexy, smart, loving man.
==
Two nights after I returned from my business trip, Clara tapped on her son’s bedroom door and called out, “It’s nearly midnight, Eliza.”
“Oh, crap,” I groaned. “Sorry Clara. Lost track of time. Only a few more minutes,” I replied. It was so weird talking to her while Fred had his dick in my ass. I listened to her walk away from the door, then told my young lover, “Hard and fast, Fred. Cum for me, honey.”
I was on my hands and knees. Fred held my hips and proceeded to fuck my ass with gusto. His long, slim cock became a blur of motion plunging in and out. I reached back with one hand to diddle my clit.
My low, throaty moans turned to whimpers.
He let go of my hips, leaned forward and grabbed my hanging tits. His fingers roughly squeezed my fleshy globes and my sensitive nipples sent shock waves directly to my clit.
Fred finally released the orgasm he’d held back all evening. His stamina and self-control were improving really fast. He shoved his dick fully in and cum streamed from his balls.
My dancing fingers made me cum too and I wiggled on his dick in delight. My orgasm made my ass clench, squeezing him hard until I relaxed and he dragged out of me.
Fred flopped on the mattress, exhausted. I pounced on him and planted a kiss on his lips. “Your dick is the perfect butt-sticker,” I praised.
“Yeah?” he asked, sounding proud. His hands massaged my butt cheeks.
“Yeah. Long and not too thick. And you take your time and don’t hurt me. It’s perfect.”
“Maybe I’ll be the buttfucking king of the university,” Fred joked.
Jealousy surged through me, but I shook my head to clear it. I wanted the boy all to myself, but I knew it was good for him to be with girls his own age.
We hurried in and out of the shower, then dressed. Clara was waiting for us in the living room. “I apologize for staying so late, Clara,” I told her.
She smirked. “I understand how you could lose track of time, but Will is going to be suspicious.”
“Will hardly notices anything I do,” I assured my friend.
I grabbed Fred’s hand and pulled him to the door. “Goodnight, lover,” I softly said.
“Goodnight,” he answered with a husky voice.
We kissed. Every fiber in my being wanted to return to his bedroom and spend the night. Totally frustrated, I broke the kiss and walked next door to my house.
Before I made it to my front door, I decided it was time.
In the morning I told Will I wanted a divorce. He wasn’t surprised and didn’t argue or fight it.
I didn’t want to move and I was making a lot of money, so I offered to pay Will for his half of the ownership of our house. He agreed and moved his stuff out the next day.
==
Clara was worried about me after I told her that Will and I were divorcing, which was odd because she knew I was boinking her son and my doctor. The marriage hadn’t amounted to much for a long time so I wasn’t emotional about it. Anyway Clara invited me over for dinner.
Clara, Fred and I had a nice meal and then we relaxed on the screened porch and chatted. “If you two want some alone time, don’t worry about keeping me company,” Clara said.
Fred and I exchanged a look and shrugged. “We’re good, Mom,” he told her. “It’s nice out here tonight.”
Clara looked surprised. “Really, it’s okay,” she insisted.
I guessed what this was about. “Clara, Fred and I don’t spend every minute we’re together having sex, you know. Sometimes we just hang out, like this.”
Clara blushed. “Sorry,” she said, “it just seems like you’re always going at it like bunnies.”
I laughed and Fred groaned, “Mommmmm!”
Then Clara laughed too. Poor Fred was so embarrassed.
I took Fred home with me that night and we did in fact go at it like bunnies.
==
My days and nights were quite busy for a while, sexually speaking. At work, almost every day Henry got me alone in his office and bent me over his desk. At home, Fred was basically living with me. That boy grew in confidence and maturity and became a delight to be with. In addition to frequent sex, we went to movies, concerts, hikes in the woods and bike rides around town.
But all good things come to an end. Fred’s first day of college classes at the University of Tennessee arrived. I’d promised his mother that I’d break up with Fred when that day came, and I kept my promise.
Early that morning I helped Fred choose what to wear on his first day. For sentimental reasons he chose the outfit I bought for him on our first “practice date”. I agreed it was a good choice.
The boy pulled me into an embrace and looked in my eyes. “Don’t break up with me, Eliza,” he pleaded.
I shook my head. “We agreed, Fred,” I reminded him. “When you start college, we’re done.”
“But it’s stupid,” he argued. The hurt was obvious in his voice. “We’re great together. You know we are.”
Tears formed in my eyes but I stood firm. “You need to go out with girls your own age.”
“I don’t want any other girls.” He was adamant about that.
I didn’t answer. I just gave him one last wild goodbye kiss. His mother hugged him and we sent him on his way.
I sniffled and wiped my eyes as I watched him go.
Clara wrapped me up in a comforting hug. “You’re doing the right thing,” she assured me.
“I shouldn’t have let him get so attached to me,” I sighed.
“And you shouldn’t have gotten so attached to him,” she added.
“Yeah. That too.”
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to my boy,” Clara sincerely told me. “Be happy about that, not sad.”
“I’ll try, Clara. Thanks. You’re the best.”
==
So I became a one-man woman. Dr Henry Higgins became the center of my world again, kind of like when I was undergoing the 3-month treatments.
Actually he wasn’t as “center” as I’d wished. He ravished me a couple of times a week in his office, and we slept together a couple of times a week at either his house or mine. But I wanted more.
One evening when we were having dinner at my house, I asked, “Henry, why won’t you live with me?” I’d asked him a couple of times before.
He groaned. “Eliza, not this again.”
“I think it’s a reasonable question.”
“I’m just not ready,” he replied.
“Are you seeing other women?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if I wanted the answer to that one.
“This is not about other women,” he answered, sort of sidestepping the question.
We went to bed angry that night, and I didn’t bring up the subject again.
==
A year after my first treatments, I had a one-week refresher treatment at the Galatea facility. Henry went over every square inch of me, injecting rejuvenating serum and subcutaneous fat cells anywhere I showed even the tiniest signs of aging. My skin was as flawless, elastic and glowing as any 20-year-old’s.
In the refresher treatment Henry paid particular attention to my breasts, reinvigorating the connective tissue to firm them up even more and adding some fat cells to swell them a little bit larger. “Henry, are you going to make them bigger every year?” I teased.
He grinned. “Maybe not every year. I don’t want you to have to carry them around in a wheelbarrow.”
We laughed.
“You know, if you get the refresher treatment every year your appearance will effectively never age,” Henry explained, “That’s contingent on your body continuing to react well to the treatments, but I don’t see that as a problem in your case.”
“So, in ten years I’ll still look 25 and you’ll be 45 and everyone will think you’re too old for me even though I’ll be 71?”
He smiled. “Yes. I guess they will.”
My exercise regimen also continued to produce results. Month by month I became a little stronger, a little more defined, and gained a little more endurance. At 61 I was the physical equal of my 20-something trainers.
==
The company gave me a week off after the refresher treatment, but on Wednesday I decided to surprise Henry and take him to lunch. I turned the handle on his office door, but it didn’t open. It was locked.
My jaw dropped. I’d been on the other side of that locked door often enough to know what it meant. I politely knocked and called out, “Open the door, Henry.”
I heard quick scrambling and then the door opened. Henry’s shirt was untucked and his belt wasn’t fastened.
I recognized the woman in the room. She was nearly finished with her 3-month initial treatment. Her hair was mussed and her bra and panties were on the floor near her feet. “Hi, Stacy,” I calmly greeted her. “Still haven’t got rid of those crows feet?” She was obsessed with the wrinkles around her eyes and the treatments didn’t work for her as well as they did for me.
Her eyes went wide and she dashed past me and disappeared down the hall.
Henry ushered me into his office and closed the door.
“Do you fuck all of the clients?” I simply asked.
He tried for a cute answer, “Only the most successful ones.”
I shook my head. “You’re an asshole,” I told him.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re my creations and it makes you irresistible. I’m sorry.”
Tears welled in my eyes and I wiped them away. “Well, now I’m really really glad you never moved in with me.”
“You won’t quit, will you?”
I shook my head. “Of course not. I like my job and the money. But don’t expect to share my bed on sales trips anymore.”
He nodded. “Understood.”
I went home and cried for five hours.
==
A few months later I visited Clara at her house and nervously said, “Clara… um… Fred called me last night and asked me out. He wants to take me to a concert Friday night.”
Clara gave me a long look. “And you want to accept,” she correctly guessed. “Eliza, you promised to break it off with him when he went to college.”
I looked down, ashamed of myself. “I know, but I’m lonely. Is it really so bad to go out with Fred?”
My friend shook her head. “You’re gorgeous now. Gorgeous! You must have men falling all over you. Go out with them.”
I frowned. “I’ve tried, but they only want one thing. They’re pigs.”
“Fred wants that same thing, Eliza.”
I blushed. “That’s not all he wants, Clara,” I argued. “Fred and I have a great time together. We like spending time with each other.” I paused for a moment, then pleaded, “Please, Clara? I know it’s weird because of our ages but I was good for him, wasn’t I?”
She sighed and admitted, “You were great for him. But I don’t think this is good for either of you in the long run.”
I hung my head again and bit my lower lip. “I’m jealous,” I confessed.
“Jealous of what?”
“Fred. At college. With all those girls. Sometimes I want to go over there and scratch all their eyes out!”
Clara stared at me for a moment, then snickered.
“Don’t laugh,” I objected, but her reaction made me laugh too. “I feel like I made him. He’s mine. Other women need to stay away. I guess that sounds crazy.”
“Yes it does… but what the hell. Go out with him. You have my blessing. Fred is as crazy about you as you apparently are about him.”
My mood lifted immediately. “Thank you, Clara!”
Friday night Fred came take me to the concert. I opened the door and he immediately said, “You look awesome, Eliza.”
I grinned. “You always say that.”
“Because you always look awesome.”
It was our little silly ritual, and I was glad he’d remembered. We hugged then he gave me a nice long kiss.
“I missed you,” he murmured.
“I missed you too. Badly,” I admitted.
That surprised him. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Then why did you break up with me?” he asked, sounding hurt.
“Fred, we had an agreement. When you went to college we’d break it off.”
“So why did you agree to go out with me tonight?”
“Because I’m a selfish old lady who wants to be with you. That’s why.”
Fred grinned, gently pushed me into my house and closed the door behind us. He backed me against a wall and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. Our hands ecstatically roamed all over each other.
He started to lift my sweater and I stopped him. Panting, I asked, “Fred, wait. What about the concert?”
“Fuck the concert,” he replied and went right back to pulling off my sweater. I lifted my arms to help.
The sweater was tossed on the floor. He reached around me to unclasp my bra. He slowly pulled it away, relishing uncovering my boobs. The bra joined the sweater on the floor.
Fred paused to admire me and particularly my boobs. “I swear you’re getting more awesome all the time, Eliza,” he gushed.
I grinned and stuck my chest out. “I recently had a refresher treatment. The doctor made my girls a bit firmer and a bit bigger.”
He cupped my big tits in his hands and gently kneaded them.
“Nnnn,” I whined. My breath became heavy.
“Are you still fucking that doctor?” he abruptly asked.
“How do you know about that?”
“I heard you and Mom talking.”
“I broke up with him after I caught him screwing other clients,” I informed him.
“What an asshole,” Fred replied. “Are you seeing anyone else?”
“No,” I truthfully told him and gave him a kiss. “But there is a college boy I’m interested in.”
We shared a smile. “Tell me his name so I can kill him.” He leaned in and his lips found the sensitive flesh of my neck.
“Mmm,” I purred. “His name is Fred. But don’t kill him because I really like him a lot.”
He chuckled and whispered in my ear, “Take your college boy to bed, Eliza.”
I grabbed his hand and we hurried into my bedroom. Clothes flew off and I fell on the bed with legs spread.
My young lover finished stripping and stood by the bed, drinking in the sight of me. “You’re so awesome,” he exclaimed.
I giggled. “We need to work on your vocabulary, Fred. All you ever say is ‘awesome’.”
He eased himself down on top of me and kissed my forehead and the tip of my nose. “Awesome is the perfect word for you. I’m sticking to it.”
“How about stunning or astounding or miraculous?” I teased.
He kissed his way down my neck and chest, then planted feathery light kissed all over my breasts. It made me dizzy with lust. “Awesome,” he insisted.
Then he raised himself up on his arms and we both watched his long slim dick approach my eager pussy. I grabbed him to guide it in. We were both mesmerized watching it inch in slowly. “Ohhhhh… Fred… honey,” I moaned.
He buried it to the hilt and I wrapped my arms and legs tight around him. His face nuzzled my neck and his hands slid down to grasp my ass cheeks. My pussy clamped down him like it never wanted him to go.
We were still for several seconds, then he pulled his hips back and shoved forward again. “Ahh ah,” I gasped.
We quickly established a brisk pace. My arms and legs cinched around his body as hard as I could. His hips had just enough leeway to plumb me well. Fred’s face beamed with delight. I filled the room with excited cries. “Ah! Ah! Fred! Baby! Ah ah!”
“God, I’ve missed you, Eliza,” he groaned.
“Me too! Me too!”
The “slik slik slik” noise of his dick pummeling my sopping pussy was crazy erotic.
His lips crashed down on mine and we shared our heavy breaths. Our bodies writhed like a single fused entity. A fire built in me and electricity surged up my spine.
“Fred! Fred!” I mindlessly gasped.
My orgasm exploded on me like a bomb. Every muscle spasmed and every nerve fired. “God! Fuck!” I yelled.
Despite my climax, he kept up his rapid humping pace. It extended my exquisite torture. My hands moved down to his ass and pulled.
“So good, baby!” I gasped in his ear. “Don’t stop!”
That boy and my overly sensitive pussy conspired to drive me toward a second orgasm in quick succession. Energy bounced around in my brain and I intensely felt every inch of his skin on mine. The orgasm bomb went off again and I damn near blacked out. “Fuck fuck fuck,” I groaned as the explosion dissipated.
Fred impaled me hard and held it there. “Ah! Ugh! Fuck!” he grunted as he painted my innards with spunk. There were a few forceful final pumps before he collapsed on me.
We were covered in a sheen of sweat. I basked in the heat and weight of his body. We kissed and kissed for who knows how long. Eventually he softened and slid out. I released my death grip and he rolled onto his back by my side.
I cuddled up to him and stroked his sweaty chest. “You’ve been working out,” I observed. The new muscles were obvious.
He nodded. “Thanks for getting me started on that. It’s nice to not feel like a weakling all the time.”
“Have you been out with any college girls?” I asked out of the blue. Curiosity was eating me up.
“Two,” he answered.
“Were they nice?”
He shrugged. “I guess.”
Clearly he didn’t like talking about it. “Come on, Fred. I’m curious. Give me some more info. Are you still seeing either of them?”
“No. One I only went out with twice and the other four times.”
“So… did you have sex with them?”
He looked in my eyes. “Eliza, are you jealous?”
“Yes, dammit. I’m jealous,” I confessed. “Did you fuck these stupid college girls?”
He chuckled. “No, I didn’t fuck them. I can’t believe you’re jealous!”
“Why wouldn’t I be jealous? You asked me about the doctor and if I was seeing anyone else. Obviously you’re jealous too.”
“Of course I am. Because you’re awesome and I definitely am not.”
“You’re awesome to me.” I kissed him. “And I’m glad you didn’t sleep with those bitches,” I softly said.
Fred chuckled again. “They aren’t bitches.”
“If you’d fucked them, I’d have to kill them.” I grasped his dick, which was quickly coming back to life. The recuperative powers of teenagers are wonderful.
“No killing necessary.” He pinched my right nipple, which made me jump. “I like crazy possessive Eliza.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with her.”
He rolled on top and took me again.
==
Clara and I sat in the audience at her son’s college graduation. We watched Fred receive his diploma and stood to cheer like crazy women. His joyous grin was visible from all the way where we stood.
Fred looked self-assured and very handsome. He filled out over the years, exercising under my guidance and adding 25 pounds of muscle to his slim frame. He’d grown into a wonderful young man.
Clara and I sat and hugged each other. We were both crying. “I’m so proud of my boy,” Clara gushed with happiness.
“Me too,” I agreed and wiped the tears from my eyes.
“Now there’s just one thing left to do,” she told me.
“What’s that?”
“Get married. You’ve been dating Fred for years, Eliza. It’s time to marry him.”
My mouth hung open. “I… we…”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” she said.
“He asked me,” I admitted. I hadn’t told her.
“So what’s the hold up?”
“I’m 64!” I reminded her quietly, trying not to broadcast it to everyone sitting around us. “I’m retirement age and Fred’s life is just beginning.”
“After your latest annual treatment you look just as young as Fred,” she scoffed. “Anyway, your age is more reason to make the most of every minute. Don’t waste any time, honey.”
Tears welled in my eyes again. “Oh, Clara,” I sobbed and hugged her.
“Tell him today, Eliza,” she urged. “You’ll make him the happiest man in the world.”
I nodded. “I will.”
We sat there, happily leaning against each other for a while. “I didn’t think you and Fred would last, Eliza. I’m glad I was wrong,” Clara told me.
“I had my doubts too,” I admitted. “But we’re in love and best friends and all of that. It’s amazing. I never thought I’d have this in my life.”
We quietly sat for a bit longer.
“You’re going to be my daughter-in-law,” Clara said then snickered.
“I know. It’s so weird,” I agreed. “Try not to be one of those awful mother-in-laws, okay?”
“Can I nag you a little, just for the fun of it?”
“Noooo!” I answered. We both laughed.