My name is Jane. I'm not a "plain Jane," though. I'm good-looking, with curly red hair, a creamy complexion, and exotic green eyes. At age thirty-nine, I have a voluptuous figure, including large breasts and a pleasantly swelling behind. I tend to wear dresses, with sexy lingerie underneath. And I have a mind to match my body, in that I was an English professor at a state university.
Even though I was single, my life was going along just fine until about a year ago. Or at least I thought it was. I would have sex with a steady lover every couple of weeks, and the rest of the time I'd enjoy my cozy apartment, reading, and teaching. I was content. But that was before I met Sal!
Sal was an English student of mine, a dark-haired, well-muscled guy of twenty-one. He wore T-shirts, jeans, and a leather jacket, and looked like a rebel out of the 1950s. While I tried to avoid it, he kept making eyes at me in class, and I found myself looking back. He always kept challenging me, too.
"Why do we keep reading dead authors?"
Sal would ask. "Or modern ones who don't have any meat on their bones? We only read fossils, or genteel lady writers, or slick and effete stylists who have no content, no story, no guts."
"Maybe you should drop this course and read popular fiction instead," I'd reply.
"Listen to how you say that," he'd continue. "like it's something to be looked down upon. But no writing that's lasted wasn't popular in its own time, while the ivory tower stuff has been forgotten. Look at Dickens, look at Hugo, look at Hemingway. They were the real, relevant thing."
We would leave it at that. But, one evening, an amazing thing happened, and we didn't leave it at all!
Sal stopped by my classroom to pick up a paper of his that I'd graded. As usual, I'd marked him down because he didn't go along with what I was teaching. I sat on the edge of my desk while he flopped down in a chair and looked over my comments. He could also see up my dress, but I didn't care. Or perhaps I secretly welcomed it.
"Aw, teach!" he reacted, scowling, throwing the paper on the floor. "Aw, Jane!" he continued, disrespecting me by using my first name. "My ideas are good. Why can't you recognize reality when you see it?"
"Young man!" I replied, being twice his age. "Maybe you should drop this course, indeed. And as for 'reality,' I don't know what you mean.
That was when it happened. "I'll show you reality!" he shot back. Whereupon he unzipped his jeans and pulled it out!
There was no one else around, and the classroom door was closed. I thought of calling Security or screaming. Still, I thought he meant no harm. And I had to admit that he had made a strong demonstration of his point!
Besides, if the truth be known, I was hypnotized by Sal's dark, bedroomy eyes staring at me, and by his long, thick member pointing upward, seeming to aim right between my thighs.
"That's reality, all right," I replied after a moment, being determined, at thirty-nine, not to be upset by that twenty-one-year-old stud. "You can put it back in now."
But he wasn't to be denied. "No, Jane," he said with a grin. "Instead, I want to put it in you!"
And I wanted that, too. So I did nothing as Sal stood up and reached in his jeans for a condom. He rolled it onto his rock-hard manhood and walked up to me where I was perched on the edge of my desk. His strong hands raised my dress, stroking the outsides of my tensing thighs, pausing on the patches of smooth white flesh between my stockings and my panties. Then they moved to the insides, close to my sex, making me put my hands on his shoulders and begin to quiver with passion.
"Oh, young man," I sighed. "Young man!"
Sal paused to hold and massage my large breasts through my dress and my bra, as my nipples hardened and my chest heaved. But then he moved back down below and worked off my panties. I couldn't believe what I was doing! Now my red-furred, moistening sex was exposed, and he was standing between my legs with his tip an inch from it.
Then, with a powerful lunge, he was into me! Gazing deeply into my eyes, he levered strongly, reaching every inch of my insides. My buns tensed on the desk and my whole body shuddered, welcoming everything he was doing. Despite our disagreements in class, we'd been attracted to each other all along. I knew that an adversary relationship often masked the opposite, and that it could be a powerful turn-on.
"How do you like reality, Jane?" he asked as he humped me. "Isn't this better than your dry, lifeless writers or your empty prima donnas?"
"You win," I sighed, even though I was supposed to be teaching him, not the other way around. "Yes, Sal. Yes!"
"No, you win, Jane," he said. "Because now I'm going to get you off!"
And he did, in a big way. I felt my heat build, and I began panting instead of sighing. A warm glow spread from my sex throughout my straining body. Then something different and wonderful happened. I expected my passion to peak and break at my usual level, but this time it kept on going! Higher and higher I went, far beyond where I'd been with any other lover. All my previous men had been academic types like myself, but this young stud was indeed something else. He took me to a kind of orgasm I hadn't known existed!
"Oh, Sal!" I shouted when I finally came. My juice flooded his member and my desk top, and I hugged him for dear life with my arms and legs. "Oh, God. Yes. Yes!"
As he slid his thing out of me, I knew that I'd been missing his real and earthy kind of love all my life. I was also determined to listen more to what he said about writing. But that could wait. Right now, I wanted more sex!
"You'll notice that I didn't climax, Jane," my dark-haired lover said. "I could probably have gotten it up again if I had, but I wanted to make sure. You see, now that we've gotten better acquainted, I want to fuck your brains out, pun intended. I want to put my big dick back in your pussy, get you all the way down, and prove my point again!"
I was still a bit shy. "Such talk, Sal!" I told him.
But he grinned. "What do you mean? Maybe you'd prefer 'cock' and 'cunt.' They're all just good old English words, and we shouldn't be afraid of them. D. H. Lawrence and Henry Miller proved that."
I had to smile. "All right. 'Dick' and 'pussy' it is. And 'fuck!'"
"I'm up for that!" he laughed, looking down at himself. "But first, let's get undressed."
He accomplished that quickly for himself, shucking off his leather jacket, boots, T-shirt, jeans and briefs. Although on the lean side, he was in wonderful shape, with every young muscle standing out, including the very important one! Excitedly, I found my hands wandering all over his hard body and even exploring his cock and balls.
Then Sal undressed me, slowly and sensuously. He unzipped my dress and eased it off over my head, giving me a kiss and running his fingers through my curly red hair. He unhooked my bra and dramatically pulled it forward and off, his eyes widening when he saw my large, mature breasts. Probably he'd had only girls his own age, and my breasts were my turn to surprise him! He lifted them in his hands, then leaned down and kissed all over their smooth white flesh, sucking at my hard red nipples.
Now I was wearing only my stockings and high heels, and he left those on. "Damn, Jane!" he exclaimed, stepping back to take in my full-bodied nudity. "Look at those curves. You're a Venus. You're like a Renaissance painting!"
"Thank you, sir," I purred, writhing with deep arousal. I surprised myself by reaching between my legs and fingering open my pussy. "But enough such talk. Get your dick back in my hole!"
This time, I was determined to be as bawdy as I inwardly wanted, and as Sal had awakened me to be. I was still perched on my desk, but now I got on my hands and knees on it. I'd actually never done it that way before, but I was sure my young lover had.
I was right! Climbing up and kneeling behind me, he grasped my swelling rear and slid his big cock back into my sopping wet channel. We got into a strong, rocking rhythm, our bare thighs slapping together. My breasts hung heavily and swayed with our rhythm, my hard nipples pointing downward. Now I'd forgotten boring academic matters completely, and was acting like a primitive, naked savage. And it felt great!
"Oh, Sal!" I responded throatily, tossing my red curls and gazing wantonly at him over my shoulder. "Yes, fuck me. Go as deep as you can. Oh, yes!"
His cock felt bigger and more virile than any I'd ever had in me, and I'm sure I felt just fine on him. But then he did something freer than I thought even he would be, and freer than I thought I'd become. He slid slowly out and repositioned himself a little higher!
"There, Sal?" I asked, like someone who was being initiated, but who still didn't know whether to believe. "There?"
"I won't if you don't want to, Jane," he replied. "No matter what you may think, I'm a gentleman."
"I know," I sighed. "But I want to find out how it feels, just this once. And I'm already way beyond ladies and gentleman!"
So he did it, probing slowly yet deeply. An indescribable sensation spread to my more normal place as I stiffened and gritted my teeth. I had indeed already been taken beyond where I'd ever been, and now I was being taken even farther. I felt a massive orgasm building in me, stronger than the first one if it was possible. Every inch of my smooth, creamy flesh was sensitized, and my full body was quivering with a mixture of ache and joy.
"Oh, God. Oh, God!" I gasped, in exquisite agony. "Oh, God, what's happening to me? Oh!"
In a moment I had my answer, as I went through a climax that swept all before it. My whole past life, my previous lovers, my cozy apartment, and especially my intellectual posturings were casualties of that incredible tide. I'd never really turned off my mind and let my body rule, but I did so now. No longer was I in part a detached observer. I was totally into sex! I was fucking and cumming, not to mention in an exotic manner, and that was all.
As I strained, grunted, and squealed for joy, naked and on all fours in the university classroom, it was as though everything I'd learned in my thirty-nine years had been taught to me again through my pussy, and in a much better way. That wasn't to mention the new, deeper things that I sensed were in the down-to-earth writers I'd looked down on and hadn't read.
"Oh, Sal! You fucker!" I screamed at the dark-haired, twenty-one-year-old stud as I felt him also climax in my backside. "You fucker. You changed my world!"
He slid slowly out of me, and we staggered down off the desk into two chairs. He'd called me a Venus, but now I must have looked like a tired one, flushed and with his cum between my legs. His lean, muscular body was like a Dionysian god's, his phallus having receded into a limber but still impressive state.
"Your world needed to be changed, Jane," he said. "From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were too tight-ass and that you needed to be opened up. Probably that's why I was always putting it to you in class. And why I wound up putting it to you the way I did!"
"You are crude and vulgar," I sighed.
"Yeah," he nodded. "But you love it. That's because life and nature are crude, and the truth lies beneath your trendy words. And 'vulgar,' of course, just means 'of the people,' which was one of my points about writing and life."
I had it now. The only problem, or opportunity, that remained in my mind was how to act on my ne"w freedom, and how to fill up my time until I fucked Sal again!
We met at my apartment the very next night, where we did it for the first time in a bed. In my almost spinsterish way, I had decorated my bedroom with frilly things, but my rough-edged lover took care of that. He stripped, and plopped his butt down naked in a flowered chair.
"Take it off, woman," he grinned, regarding my full-blown figure in a white silk robe. "Get down and raunchy, Jane!"
I did as he told me, standing above him, and he was really impressed. As he hadn't in the classroom, he now got the full effect of my fleshly contours, especially as viewed from below. My large breasts jutted out like ripe fruit, my trim waist provided an exciting contrast, and my hips and thighs must have swelled with feminine power. Turning, I showed him my behind, which must have looked like twin white moons. Facing him again, I let him study my lush red bush and my pink, already moistening labia.
"Wow, Jane," Sal responded. He whistled. "When you get down off your high horse, you're really quite a gal."
No longer did I even faintly mind his attitude and his language. Nor did I mind the proof of my attractiveness, which was the huge, throbbing erection that appeared between his strong legs!
We'd determined that we were both okay, so we let ourselves go in what came next. Sal took my buns in his hands and pulled me to him where he sat. Then he buried his face in my bush and probed for my labia with his sensual mouth.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. Despite my new freedom, I instinctively pulled away.
"Aw, Jane," Sal laughed, looking up at me. "You've still got it backwards sometimes. Now you think you're not clean when you are!"
At that, he got up, led me to my bed, and laid me back on the frilly coverlet. He had me spread my legs so that he could have full access to my dripping wet pubes, and he came up below me. It was only the second time in my life that I'd had oral sex, and the first time had only been foreplay. Added to the thrill was the thought that he'd expect me to get my mouth on his cock as well!
Closing my eyes, rolling my red head on the pillow, and holding and squeezing my round, upstanding breasts, I abandoned myself to Sal's cunnilingus. I felt his fingers open my vulva and his hard tongue begin to flick my clit. Tingles of sexual electricity spread through me, as my thighs started to quiver and my butt tensed. Faster and faster he licked me, and just as quickly I built to a marvelous peak. I'd never felt such heat in me, and it had to be released.
"Oh, yes!" I gasped, as his tongue even strayed to my other opening. "Oh, here it is. Oh. Ohhh!"
Then I dissolved in a shuddering, whimpering orgasm, as my pussy put out a flood of juice onto his lips.
I opened my eyes, looked down and saw Sal's smiling face emerge above my bush, from between my sex-soaked thighs. He moved up even with me on the bed and rolled onto his back, with his rod pointing strongly upward. Wordlessly, he gestured to me and to his rampant manhood.
I shifted my naked, voluptuous body so that my head was at his lap. Shyly at first, but then more boldly, I took his cock in my hands and began stroking it, massaging his balls as well.
But I stopped short of the ultimate step.
"Go ahead, Jane," he said. "It won't bite. Haven't you ever sucked one before? Haven't you ever given head?"
"Just once," I admitted, looking up at him. "I guess I've led a pretty sheltered life." I paused. "But I want to. Maybe I'm being slow now because I want to savor it!"
"No problem," Sal grinned. "But let's get on with it!" Then he lunged upward and slid his tool between my lips.
Now that the ice was broken, I really went at it. And I found that I liked fellatio very much indeed. I felt so intimate with the essence of his manhood, just as he must have felt with my sex. The chance to hold in my mouth what had given my pussy so much pleasure was very gratifying, too.
I went to work on his cock tip, running my tongue around it and playing with the little opening. Then I took his member deeper, beginning to suck it a bit, then more strongly. As he stroked my red hair, I started to bob my head up and down. His stomach tensed, telling me that I was doing him right.
"Oh, yeah," Sal sighed. "That's it. You like what you're doing, so you're good. Just a little faster now."
I did as he said, and soon we were both rewarded. His cock grew bigger in my mouth, and he began to gasp. I knew he was a moment away from a climax.
"I won't cum in your mouth if you don't want me to," he told me. "As I said, I'm still a gentleman."
But I did want it all. "Mmmmmpf," I replied. "Mmmmm!"
Then it happened! His dick began to pump, and a spurt of warm liquid, then another and another, hit the back of my mouth. I tasted and swallowed it, finding it delicious! It was, in truth, my first taste of cum.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah," Sal exclaimed as he shot off. "Oh, yeah. Ohhh!"
When I was sure he was done, I took my mouth off him. Then I lay back on the bed, fingering my wet, excited pussy. Giving my first real blow job had aroused me deeply, too.
My dark-haired lover noticed. "Let me take care of that for you," he said, even though he'd just climaxed. "I think I'm up to it."
I looked down, and, sure enough, his cock, if not fully hard, was still long and thick. With a grin, he got on top of me and slid it in. My, did I love the way my young stud could perform!
Then we were fucking again, having done so more in the past twenty-four hours than I usually did in a month. I'd had so many new experiences and feelings that I could hardly keep up with them, yet I kept happily going with the flow. It was as though this hard-boiled twenty-one-year-old had been sent to help me make up for lost time, and to focus my thinking, my life, and my sex!
"Ah!" I sighed as he pounded me, as my whole naked body got involved. Sex was no longer something I did every once in a while. Instead, it was my natural state! My breasts shook, my hips lunged, and my hot vagina felt like a well-oiled sex machine. I knew I would stay with Sal for as long as I could.
We came quickly, gasping and shouting, holding onto each other as though trying to become one. Again, my brains were nearly scrambled by the strength of it, each orgasm seeming impossibly better than the last. I was surprised to find him pumping another big load inside me, so soon after what I'd taken in my mouth. But, I thought happily, that was what studs were for!
He pulled out, and I lay back sublimely satisfied, looking around my frilly bedroom. It should have fake tiger skins on the walls instead, I thought, in keeping with the savage way I was feeling now! With his free, earthy attitude and his big cock, Sal had opened me up in all ways, and had made me break with my past, stuffy life. Added to that was the intrigue of our older woman-younger man relationship. I was at my sexual peak, after all, just as he was at his.
My next thought, though, was of when I'd see my lover again. "Tomorrow?" I asked. "Tomorrow night?"
That was when Sal turned, grinned, and surprised me even further.
"I have to work tomorrow night, Jane," he told me. "You see, I'm also a male dancer in a women-only club!"
CHAPTER TWO
The thought that Sal was an exotic male dancer once might have shocked or disgusted me, but now it thrilled me. He'd invited me to go and see him at the club, and the next morning I went through my English classes in a daze. One of them was the section he was in, and I choked up several times because I was undressing him with my eyes. After school, I tried to eat dinner, but I had to settle for a stiff drink instead. At last eight o'clock came, and my waiting was over. I found myself at the club, sitting at a table with other women from age twenty-one to age fifty, staring at a wide stage.
The music started, and five young men came under the spotlights. They were all well-muscled, some of them even being bodybuilder types, and they were wearing only tiny black swimsuits. Scarcely a week before, I wouldn't have been caught dead in such a place and looking at such men. But now, as they started flexing their muscles and dancing suggestively, I found myself getting wet between the legs! And when I glanced at the other women around me, I realized that the aroused, almost hysterical expressions on their faces must also have been on my own. They looked as though they might suddenly strip off their clothes and grab their breasts and their pubes, then jump up on stage and go for the young studs' cocks!
One of the male dancers, of course, was Sal. As he met my eyes, I knew he must be thinking as I was that this was the pop culture he loved with a vengeance!
I don't know how I stood the rest of the show. But it wasn't because I was turned off by it. Instead, I couldn't wait to get his cock inside me! At one point, when he danced over and invited me to slip a bill in his swimsuit as the other women were doing, I nearly fainted from lust. And when the show finally ended, I slipped backstage.
I must have looked half-demented as I barged into the dressing room, a thirty-nine-year-old university professor with my red hair mussed up and an actual wet spot on the red dress I was wearing. Most of the young studs were naked, and they looked a bit surprised when I saw their fine cocks, more in one place than I'd ever seen before. But Sal took it in stride.
"Come on," I said to him shamelessly, grabbing his hand. "I need you bad."
"I can't take you anywhere, Jane!" he joked. The others laughed, and even I forced a smile.
But then he pulled on his clothes and joined me. We went out to the secluded, brick-walled alley behind the club. Sal eased me back against the wall and kissed me hotly, sticking his tongue in my mouth and running it behind my teeth. He massaged my full, mature breasts until my nipples were achingly hard. He ran his strong hands downward and squeezed my buns, at the same time grinding his hugely engorged cock against my humid mound. I was still wearing my red dress, but I felt absolutely naked!
Then he pulled my skirt up, and, in the same motion, my panties down. He unzipped his jeans and let his burgeoning manhood spring up between my thighs. I felt so primitive, and I felt so great!
"Oh, give it to me, lover!" I moaned, sounding like what I once might have thought to be a bad script, but now knew to be real. "Give me your dick. I want your hot, throbbing meat. Slide it up in me. Oh!"
Sal obliged. Hunching down, then lunging strongly upward, he coupled with me again. I gasped when I felt him go all the way to the hilt, unbelievably deeply into me. There I was, in a back alley, being fucked in a standing position by a hot young stud! I even knew to lift one leg to help him enter. It was so easy, and so fine to be "bad." It was like something out of a gritty urban drama, but again, it was real.
My dark-haired Adonis levered powerfully, looking deeply and wantonly into my eyes. In our previous encounters, I had bucked my hips back at him, but this time I wanted him to do it all. I abandoned myself to this stud who was half my age, and I wasn't disappointed. Soon a mind-bending orgasm overtook me as I shuddered and wiggled on the brick surface behind me. I'd heard of being up against the wall, but this gave the expression a whole new meaning!
Sal came, too. With a final, incredibly deep lunge, his big dick spasmed inside me, then began pumping a hot, copious load. Spurt after spurt of his urgent jism shot into me, so much that it didn't fit. And when he pulled his sated cock out, there was a flood of our mixed love juice.
Still weak-kneed and quivering with emotion, I pulled my red dress down. My panties had gotten torn during our coupling, so I stepped out of them and left them in the alley. If someone found them, I hoped that they'd be a shameless monument to our passionate encounter!
My young stud zipped his cock back in and took my arm. Then we walked out of there, with his semen running down my leg! I still might be a university professor, but my days as a shrinking violet were gone for good.
"I hope you liked the show, Jane," Sal said, meaning his work as a male exotic dancer. "Some people say such things degrade the participants, but I don't agree. If I did, though, then my version would at least give women equal opportunity!"
"You bet!" I laughed. "At any rate, all those people should stop judging others and get a life."
But I was to run up against those people soon enough.
About two weeks later, I was called into the department chairman's office. While continuing our hot affair, Sal and I had tried to keep it secret, but apparently we'd failed. I had broken off with my steady lover, a limp-dicked type my own age, and he might have found out why and told. Or maybe it was because I'd been teaching more popular fiction in my classes, and students had made the connection between Sal and me. Or it might have been that I was simply acting more alive! In any event, the chairman knew all.
"You've been a good teacher, Jane," the gray-haired man said, as we sat in his paneled office looking out the small-paned windows at the manicured grass and the cultivated oak trees. The university campus had once seemed worthy and secure to me, but now it looked pretentious and boring as hell. "So I'm inclined to forgive this little fling of yours, even though there's a new rule against professor-student affairs."
"How can you make rules about something like love?" I asked in return. "In the past, some of the best learning experiences happened that way. Indeed, I've learned more from my young lover than he's learned from me. The heck with 'advanced thinking.' We're pretty foolish if we forget that there's nothing new under the sun, that the more things change, the more they remain the same."
I paused, and uncrossed my shapely legs, smiling as I saw the old goat sneak a glance at my crotch. I was only sorry I was wearing panties!
"Be that as it may," the chairman replied, "I've decided to act as follows. Summer vacation is almost here, so we'll forget about the matter for now. Before fall, I encourage you to end your affair, or perhaps to get it out of your system."
"Fair enough," I nodded. But, as I left his office, I wondered if it ever would end.
Sal and I were more careful now, though the element of the forbidden only added to our lust. The older woman-younger man thing, especially, seemed more kinky. He'd sneak up to my place after dark, where he'd often be waiting for me after a long day at the university. As I walked home, my pussy would simply ache at the thought of his big dick about to be inside it.
On one particularly memorable occasion, he opened the door for me and I went right into his arms, feeling his strong muscles through his T-shirt and jeans. He caressed my hot body through my dress, from my large breasts to my arching back to my firm behind. It was wonderful the way a young man like him seemed to know every sensitive spot on my mature body. And when I felt his hard cock against my mound, all my tiredness magically drained away. That was because I knew I was in for another wild night of fucking!
"I thought of something new to try," Sal said. "Come into the bedroom, and let me show you."
"All right," I laughed, reaching down and squeezing his sexy buns. "I love surprises!"
Sal quickly shucked off his clothes and lay back on the bed while I did a little strip for him. After all, he'd put on a public show for me at the club! I slipped off my shoes and wiggled out of my dress, which left me in a lacy, low-cut black bra with matching thong panties, garter belt and stockings. Being with my new lover had inspired me to buy some exotic lingerie. He smiled with approval when he saw my breasts swelling out above and my smooth white rear exposed below.
I shook out my red curls, gave him a sultry look, and unhooked my bra but held it on with my hands. Then I flashed one full, hard-nippled breast at him, then the other, and let the bra fall. By that time, his erection was pointing up toward his belly!
Next, I hooked my thumbs in my black thong panties and inched them down. Sal's eyes widened when he saw the beginning of my lush red pussy fur, and grew even wider when my whole moist snatch was bare. I stepped out of my panties and, leaving my sexy garter belt and stockings on, went over and lay down next to him.
"I'm ready," I purred, supporting myself on one elbow and idly stroking his throbbing, upstanding rod. "Now, what's your surprise?"
"It's this, Jane," he grinned. "I want to rub my dick all over you, from head to toe!"
My creaming pussy told me that I loved the idea. Just the thought of him doing that almost made me climax without being touched! Sal's hands had contacted all of me, but even they weren't as intimate as his cock. So I lay back, he moved over me, and we got started right away.
First, he rubbed his member in my curly red hair, which had to feel great on his sensitive tip. Then he rubbed it on my face, and I got to see every inch of it up close. He moved it on down to my breasts, running it around my hard red nipples. I shuddered with delight when he trailed its underside down my tummy, which had to make him almost shoot off. This was nearly as good as fucking!
Sal paused at my pussy, which was tempting for him to enter. But there was more of me for him to cover, and besides, the tease was marvelous. I thought of crying out and begging him to end it, but I knew I had to wait.
He ran his cock down one of my smooth white thighs, then the other, sending thrills back up to my dripping wet seam. Then he moved all the way down and held my left foot against him, under his rod and next to his balls.
"I didn't know you were a foot man," I laughed, wiggling my toes to excite him further. "Next, you'll be stealing my shoes for fetishes!"
"I didn't know either, Jane," Sal replied, his dark eyes smiling up at me. "But it's not bad at all. Maybe sometime I'll stick my big toe in your snatch!"
Then he had me turn over, and he started at the top again. It was absolutely wonderful, this cock's tour of my voluptuous body, and the waiting did make it even better. His rigid member trailed down my spine, sending shudders of joy through me. And soon he was between the twin white globes of my behind.
When his cock tip touched my rear opening, I finally broke down. "Oh, damn, put it in me!" I pleaded. I got up on my elbows and knees, my large breasts hanging, my butt wiggling at him and my pussy wide open and ready. "Do it now!"
And my dark-haired stud obliged, lunging into my vagina from behind as I pushed strongly back at him. We fucked fast and hot, accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping loudly on naked flesh. The tease had indeed made us wilder for each other. He slowed up to pull out his slippery rod and rim my vulva with it, then he plunged it back in even deeper than before. His strong hands reached under me and squeezed my breasts, and his fingers plucked at my hard red nipples. He got into a rotating motion, exploring my mature quim from every angle, and I matched it with my hips. Jolts of sexual electricity shot through my naked, fulsome flesh.
"Oh, damn, Sal!" I moaned, as I fucked like crazy. "It's as if our parts were just made to fit together. And as if there's nothing but those parts!"
"I don't know about that, gal," he panted. "But I do know that I'm going to cum!"
Then he did just that, and, with a deeper moan, so did I. My juice rushed out all over his cock and my thighs, and he pumped me full of his urgent seed. I reached back and got some of it on my fingers, then brought it to my thirsty lips. We collapsed laughing and sighing onto the bed, and I gave him a big, cum-soaked kiss.
"I'm glad you thought of that dick rub," I told Sal as we cuddled together afterward. He was stroking my sodden pussy while I played with his half-hard member.
"Me, too, Jane," he replied. "It turned out to be one of the all-time great wet fucks as well."
"Oh, you!" I scolded, having retained a tiny yet perversely exciting shred of my former prudery. "Well, I guess I'll get up and see about getting something for dinner now."
But his hand stayed clamped on my pussy. "Oh, no, you don't," he said, with a mysterious smile. "That was only the first part of my surprise!"
If there was one thing I'd learned about twenty-one-year-old studs like him, it was this. Even after they came, they were always ready for more!
And so was I. My head swam with excitement as Sal urged me up on my elbows and knees again, then knelt behind me. If I'd escaped the exquisite sensation of backdoor fucking when his cock was between my buns the first time, I surely didn't now. Instantly rock-hard again and still slick from our joining, he grasped my quaking hips and made an entry. As he pushed in farther, I looked back over my shoulder and saw a wild expression on his handsome face. My own face was straining, because I was taking something so big that felt so good. My whole bottom had an absolutely amazing feeling, which grew even stronger as he got his cock all the way in and began some thrusting. My pussy let go right away, and I came.
"Oh, damn!" I shouted. "That was great, but take it out. I'm liberated now and I know it's all part of love, but you're blowing my mind."
Sal did as I asked. But even that hadn't been all of his surprise!
Laying me back on the bed again, where I reclined with my sex-flushed body heaving and my large breasts upstanding, he reached into the pocket of his discarded jeans. Then, dramatically, he held up a condom package.
"I don't understand," I said. "We've satisfied ourselves that each other is safe, and we haven't been with anyone else. Besides, we just did it without one."
"But without this one!" he replied triumphantly, tearing open the wrapper and holding up the contents. The condom was studded all over with little rubber fingers!
"Oh, my gosh," I responded, involuntarily guarding my pussy. But the thought of that thing on his cock in me still made me feel so good. He had taken me so many places, and far from getting him out of my system, I only wanted more.
So I spread, and Sal rolled the novelty condom onto his rod and got over me. When he slid slowly into my sensitized sleeve, I could hardly believe the sensation! His was the best of the few cocks I'd had in my life, but now it was even better. Those tiny rubber fingers acted to thrill every inch of my inner flesh!
"Oh. Oh, lover!" I gasped as he started thrusting, putting those fingers in marvelous action. "Oh, that's incredible! I don't think many women have felt anything like this!"
"That's what I had in mind, Jane," he replied, looking down between us at my jogging breasts, my tensing tummy and my avidly bucking hips. "I'm still here to prove something to you. To free you, to build up your desire, to make you recognize the healthy lust that's in you."
So he was a kind of sex prophet, wise beyond his years, who had been sent to put me, an older woman, through changes. And my reaction was even stronger because I'd been so bottled up over the years.
"Well," I panted, rolling my red head around, "You're certainly doing it. You're taking me all the way!"
The orgasm that resulted from that encounter was the best one of the night. My dark-haired stud came in his French tickler, but I hardly noticed. That was because I was in another world. My whole voluptuous body was one great climax! I shuddered, I screamed, and I came and came and came. It felt as though I'd been fucking, and would cum forever. Fucking and cumming seemed to be my natural state!
"Oh. Oh, God, Sal!" I whimpered, when he pulled out and my spasms at last began to subside. "How amazing!"
"Yes, Jane," he said with a smile, stroking my naked flesh until I was completely done. "But now, or at least when vacation arrives, I want to take you literally somewhere else. It's another place where I work during the summer, and where I learned about women your age. There's an educated leader like yourself, plus more passionate women who are also at their sexual peak. And there, you can openly share what you've found."
"It sounds like a pleasure cult, a Utopia," I gushed, my fulsome form embracing him, my pussy rubbing on his leg.
"It is," he replied.
Raising up onto one elbow, I looked down along Sal's lean, muscular figure as though he were a god. "Where is this place?" I asked.
My young lover smiled. "Where else but outside Las Vegas? The most glitzy, popular place imaginable, the exact opposite of everything you've known."
"Let's go there," I responded instantly, a shudder of joy running through my loins once more. "I can hardly wait!"
CHAPTER THREE
Sal made the arrangements, and when classes ended for the summer we got on a plane. As I rode above the fluffy white clouds, I felt shameless and free. I did feel, too, that I was making up for lost time. I was still wearing a dress, but it was a low-cut, shorter white model that reflected my new self. My full breasts swelled out at the top, and my luscious thighs were exposed below. I even pressed my legs together in the plane seat, setting my juices flowing and pretending that my male companion, or any man, was fucking me!
Over the years, I had saved up some money that I was also determined to use now. So, when we landed in Vegas, I hired a limo. Sal and I climbed in back, and I told the driver to take us to our destination the long way around. Then I raised the privacy panel, and, after a brief glance at the sunny blue sky and the Nevada desert, I turned to my lover.
"Let's fuck now," I purred.
"Damn, I've created a monster!" he laughed, finding me so promiscuous. "But, yeah, Jane. Sure!"
He was on me right away, hugging and feeling, and it felt great. One of his strong hands went inside my dress, cupping one large breast, then the other, as I felt my nipples harden. Then he moved to my thighs, sliding his hand up my stockings to where the smooth, bare flesh began. I parted my legs and he grasped my pussy as I shivered with excitement.
"Oh, Sal," I gasped. "You hot young stud. You fucker!"
Then he got halfway on top of me on the car seat, and we wrestled and groped some more. I inhaled his manly scent through his leather jacket and T-shirt while he unbuttoned my dress, revealing my low-cut white bra. With a smile, I took a deep breath, and my large breasts popped free. After taking them in with his hungry eyes, Sal licked their smooth white flesh and sucked at my hard red nipples, flicking them with his tongue.
My skirt was up around my waist by now, exposing my luscious rear in white thong panties. In front, my pussy was covered by only a thin triangle, and I was already soaking through the cloth. It was delightfully decadent to be riding along like that in a classy limousine!
Then Sal and I really got down to business, or pleasure. I pursed my lips sexily, reached for the zipper of his jeans, and freed his big cock. It was blue-veined, throbbing, and ready for action as always. I leaned down and gave it a few sucks, running my tongue around its head.
"Whoa, Jane!" my lover grinned. "You'll make me cum."
I surely didn't want that so soon, so I let him go. But I'd aroused him so much that he was on me like gangbusters. He pulled my dress off, leaving me in my lowered white bra, garter belt, stockings, and panties. He stuck his hand inside my panties, pressing it hard against my red-furred mound, then tore the cloth away. I'd leave that pair of panties on the limo seat as another monument to sex!
Then he snapped my garter straps against my smooth white thighs, which made my pussy cream like mad. We were both in full heat, ready to go.
Sal went on to fuck me with his clothes on, with only his iron-hard cock sticking out and sticking in me. It was the way it had been our first time, and probably the way I liked it best. His handsome young face was against my soft cheek, his strong hands squeezed my full breasts, and his cock tip probed between my tender pink labia. Then he slid it all the way into me, so fast and deep that it made me gasp. He began to thrust frantically, feeling as hot as the desert around us.
"Oh, yeah!" I went, panting and moaning and thrashing around, feeling just as hot as he was. "Fuck me, you devil. Do it for all you're worth!"
He surely did. His cock moved in me like a machine, a raging piston, in full contact with my switched-on clit. In my new world, I was conscious of my body as I'd never been before. I felt absolute jolts of pleasure shoot through me as I gripped Sal's back in his leather jacket and wrapped my naked legs around his hips in his jeans. We both started to sweat in the closed limo, and the bumps in the road came up through the seat and excited my behind. My large breasts bobbed up and down as we fucked like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh, Jane!" my stud grunted in my ear. "It's still sort of an added turn-on to fuck a lady like you."
But I shook my red head. "No," I grunted back. "You can call my breasts tits now, my behind my ass, my pussy my cunt, and even me a sexy broad. I want to get down and dirty with you!"
He kept thrusting into me, talking dirty as he did. And soon, with a wonderful rush, I came. The orgasm wracked my whole mature body, making me scream so loudly that I knew the limo driver could hear. My juices flowed out onto the leather seat as I seized Sal's cock with my inner muscles and milked my big O hungrily.
"Oh, God," I screamed. "Oh. Oh!"
But my lover wasn't done yet. He pulled out for a moment, had me turn over on my belly on the seat, knelt on the floor, and continued to put it to my sloppy cunt from behind. He grabbed my hips and jerked me back against him with every thrust. He snapped my garter straps on my legs again, making sexual electricity race through me. The underside of his raging rod slid on my clit, exciting both of us wildly. My large breasts pressed out to my sides.
Given that kind of treatment, it wasn't long before I came again, gasping and moaning and wriggling around. But Sal was still holding off. When he pulled his big dick out of me and we were sitting beside each other once more, I suddenly decided how I wanted to finish him.
Getting my hand on his long, thick, slippery shaft, I began stroking, slowly at first, then faster and faster, pausing from time to time to run my finger over his big red cockhead. We both got a charge out of watching his throbbing member, panting like the primitive people we were then. It wasn't long before I was rewarded by his dick hosing long white ribbons of jism into the air.
"Damn, Jane!" Sal laughed, as his stuff fell and pooled on the floor. "We've really messed up this limo!"
"Yes," I sighed, feeling my own juice on the seat. "But whoever cleans it up will know we had fun!"
Then he zipped his sated cock back into his jeans, and we just rode along for a while. I was still nearly naked, all mussed up, with my large breasts hanging out and my well-fucked pussy dribbling. When women got all the way down, I knew, they were even more wanton than men. If only my stodgy colleagues back at the university could have seen me then!
But we still weren't done. Taking his cue from the hand job I'd given him, my dark-haired stud reached down and began stroking my slit, wanting to bring me off yet again. He finger-fucked me to perfection, rimming my vulva, flicking my clit, and probing deep inside me. He must have loved touching the hot, wet place that had given his dick so much pleasure. For my part, I squirmed on his practiced hand, building myself surely to another climax.
"Oh, damn," I moaned. "You'll put me through the roof of this limo!"
And he did just that! With a grin, my inventive partner reached for a button and opened the sun roof. The desert air rushed in and ruffled my red hair, and the hot sun felt great on my naked flesh.
"Stand up, Jane," Sal told me. "I dance almost naked, so you can be an exhibitionist too. Stand up and let all the world see you!"
And I did it! Being fully initiated into freedom by now, I didn't need much urging. If I had any doubts, I thought that my breasts wouldn't show over the roof line, and that there'd be no one else around in the desert.
But when I stuck out my head and upper body, we were going right through Las Vegas, with its glitzy signs and crowds of people. And the tops of my breasts, down to my hard red nipples, were visible above the roof!
What's more, Sal was still finger-fucking me, and my face must have worn an incredible expression.
People stopped and stared. Given the tinted windows of the limo, they couldn't see what was going on below, but they might have guessed. Figuring what the hell, I went with the flow and even waved to them as Sal wiggled his digits in me. It was wild to be in the open air, passing hotels, cars, and people, yet to be feeling what I was in my pussy.
Once I'd had the classic sort of dream where I was naked in a crowd and horribly embarrassed about it. But if I ever had such a dream again, I knew now I'd be loving every minute of it and even getting off in my sleep!
At one point, I even called out. "You should have more fun," I said to some people on a street corner, noting that they had deadpan expressions despite the glamour of Las Vegas. "You should have more sex!"
Just then, I felt my climax start. It surged out of my incredibly sensitized pussy and spread all through my shuddering body. Floods of my warm juice rushed out onto Sal's busy fingers. Still not caring if anyone saw, I squeezed my breasts to give myself even more pleasure. There I was, riding along and cumming in public!
And I yelled. Most of Las Vegas must have heard me yell when I came!
At last, I sank back down into the limo. "Wow, Jane," my twenty-one-year-old stud said. "You're something else. It's a good thing there weren't any cops going by."
"Well, you told me to do it," I giggled, feeling as though I were nineteen instead of thirty-nine. "I've learned your lessons well, and maybe now I'm starting to shock you!" I paused. "At any rate, I added some popular culture to Las Vegas."
"You sure did," he laughed. "And now it's my turn to try."
So he stood up through the sun roof, just as I had done. He was fully dressed, un-like me in only my underwear, but that almost made it more kinky. People who saw him would have no idea what was going on below.
And what was going on was this. I released his throbbing cock from his jeans, finding it completely renewed by the outrageous way I'd acted. It stood well up to his belly, thick and long, with its blue vein pulsing and a drop of pre-cum on its tip. I licked that off, and ran my tongue around his cock head. He'd used his fingers on me, but I was going to suck!
Sal hung out above and looked at the scenery. He hung out below, and I gave him great head! I took his fine member deep, worked its underside with my tongue, and moved avidly on it. I pursed my lips and held it tightly as it slid between them, which must have set up a thrilling suction. I knew his cock so well by now, but it was always thrilling to me, too.
My lover wasn't as exposed above as I'd been, but I could hear him similarly talking to people we passed. When we stopped at a traffic light, he called out to a tall and beautiful blonde in short shorts and a halter top, probably an off-duty showgirl.
"Hey, babe," he shouted boldly. "Want to make it?"
"Get lost," she replied.
"Gladly," he countered, having set her up. "You see, I'm getting blown right now!"
Then he did blow! Suddenly there was the exciting feeling of his dick growing even bigger and harder in my mouth, then starting to jerk frantically. And the next moment it was pumping like mad, putting out loads of hot white sperm.
Sal sat back down, and I licked my lips, having swallowed most of his stuff. At least that wouldn't mess up the limousine! I smoothed my red hair and began to get dressed, while he zipped his cock back in.
"Well, we didn't stop to gamble or to see a show," he noted, as the limo drove back out into the desert again.
"No, but we put on our own show," I laughed. "We did Las Vegas right!"
I was impressed as never before by the upbeat, liberating, and creative power of sex. And that put me in just the right mood for what came next.
The limo slowed down and stopped at a metal gate across a dirt road. There was an intercom box, and Sal lowered his window and said a few words, after which the gate automatically swung open. We drove in, and when we were about half a mile down the road, a group of low buildings came into view. There were a large central structure, a stable with some horses in a corral, and a dozen rustic cabins. After all the glitz we'd been through, the whole place seemed welcomely natural.
And there was a sign that read: STUD FARM.
"I have a sneaking suspicion that doesn't refer to horses," I said, taking Sal's arm.
"You're right, Jane," he grinned. "It's sort of a joke, plus it's to throw off anyone who might disapprove."
Then he spread his arms stagily. "No, this isn't a dude ranch. No, it isn't one of those places where women go to wait out a Nevada divorce. No, it isn't a center for sensitivity training, or some kind of socialist Utopia. And no, it isn't a 'chicken ranch,' either!"
"I know now!" I exclaimed as we arrived. "You work as a male dancer, and you said you work here with older women. My, God, they come here to get laid, and you and some other young guys are the studs!"
"That's it," my lover confirmed. "You see, it is all based on the fact that women reach their sexual peak later, and men earlier. But, un-like you, many thirty-nine to fifty-year-old women don't get the chance to fuck men twenty years younger. And even you haven't done it openly and with variety."
"That answers my question," I said, as we got out of the limo and sent it back to town. My knees were weak and my pussy was tingling from the thought of the whole set-up. "I was wondering what was in it for me, since I already have you. But if you want me to fuck other young studs, too, that's fine."
"Share and share a-like!" Sal laughed. "I'll have my 'work' to do with the other mature gals-Then we took our luggage and walked into the main building, where we met Angela, the leader of the place.
Angela was a tall woman with long black hair streaked with gray. In her mid-forties, she looked like someone who had begun with the love cults of the 1960s and then moved on to this. She'd apparently kept herself free and alive during the years that followed, as I hadn't. She still had a spectacular figure, lean all over except for sexy buns and breasts that were heavy and round. In a tight T-shirt, honestly worn jeans, and cowboy boots, she looked great to me.
"Welcome to my little 'stud farm,'" Angela greeted me, in a low and reassuring voice. "I'm sure Sal's told you what goes on here. And I'm sure you weren't shocked, since you'd already found your way to older woman-younger man sex."
I sensed that such sex was a cult to her, but even more a vehicle for shameless, primitive pleasure. "Thank you," I said with a smile. "No, I wasn't shocked, and I'm looking forward to all that I can have. As a professor, I've been out of touch with my body for too long."
"Sal said you were educated," the tall, dark woman responded. "I have an advanced degree in psychology myself. But there's more healthy doing than thinking here, if you know what I mean!"
Then Angela led us back out into the hot sun, and along a gravel path to one of the cabins. She explained that each female guest rented a cabin and paid for meals and "overhead," but that the young studs drifted from cabin to cabin, never knowing with whom they'd spend the night! And everyone had been tested, of course.
"The words 'stud fee' may have entered your mind," Angela laughed. "But the guys would really do it for free, as you found out with your own lover here. They're turned on by the mystique of matronly women. However, we older gals tend to have money while they don't!"
Our leader left us in my cabin, which contained a living room, a bedroom with a king-size bed, and a luxurious bath. Hot and sweaty from the trip, not to mention the outrageous sex in the limo, I turned up the air conditioner, wiggled out of my dress and began to shed my underwear.
Sal looked over my voluptuous body, but for once he was too tired to do more. "I'm going for a horseback ride before I get cleaned up, Jane," he said. "After a winter in college, I can't wait to get out on the open range."
"Suit yourself," I replied with a smile, shaking my heavy breasts and smoothing out my tangled red pussy hair. "But it's a nice cool shower for me!"
He left, and I got under the soothing spray. I lathered my smooth flesh, using the perfumed bar that had been provided, lifting each of my breasts and happily circling the nipple with my fingers. Then I moved lower, tensing my belly and stroking it hard, as though my hands were those of a lover. I massaged the soapy insides of my thighs and the round globes of my rear, feeling the skin begin to tingle and wishing that I hadn't let Sal go so easily. At last, I tended to the places between my legs, almost bringing myself off but instead making myself fresh for the next time a man would lick or fuck me there!
But I had no idea just how soon that would be!
As I was rinsing myself off, the shower curtain parted. It was like something out of a horror movie, though I had to admit that the shock gave me a sexual thrill.
"Hi. I'm Hal," a friendly voice said. "I hope it's not too soon, but I'm at your service."
When I'd recovered, I saw that the voice belonged to one of the famous studs on the ranch, a blond hunk of about twenty-one who was standing there totally naked. He had a deep chest and bodybuilder's muscles that made my pussy tingle even more.
But the first thing about him that I'd noticed, I had to admit, was his cock. It was huge, thick and long, standing up and throbbing with his heartbeat.
"Hello, Hal," I responded, taking the whole thing in stride. "No, it isn't too soon, although a couple of months ago I'd never have believed this. But let me get warmed up a little, if you don't mind."
At that, I left the shower on, but knelt at his feet in the tub, while he reached up and grabbed the curtain rod, smiled, and pushed his dick at me. I took it between my lips, sucking at the swollen tip, then deeper into my mouth, beginning to bob my wet head up and down. I pressed my fingers on the sensitive base and fondled Hal's fine set of balls, as he started to moan with pleasure and tightened his grip on the rod. If my new life had given me nothing else, it had made me instantly ready for sex!
"Oh, Jane!" the young blond hunk went. "Sal said you were good, and you are. Better than half the women who show up at this place."
Hal and Sal, I thought. One's dark and one's blond, but each of them has a cock an older woman would kill for!
I kept sucking. My heavy breasts hung down, the thick nipples pointing and the shower water running from them. The cool spray caressed my back, too, and ran down between my buns. Soon I had Hal well on the way to an orgasm, not to mention myself, without my wet pussy even being touched.
"Now let's move to the bed," I said, disgorging the guy's big cock. "I'm not that old, but my knees are getting a little sore from this tub."
So I got up and out, turned off the water, and, without drying off, went to the bedroom and got on my hands and knees on the king-size mattress. My suitcases were still packed, yet there I was, about to have sex again. I'd become a nonstop fucking machine!
My body was still all wet, too, dripping onto the bed. There was something truly great about wet sex. It was also great to know that my slit was perfectly clean. Sex was the cleanest thing in the world, I knew now, and I had no idea why some people thought of it as dirty.
At any rate, Hal knelt behind me, grasped my hips, and slid his great big dick into me. I thrilled to the exciting contours of his new male member. He began thrusting strongly, sliding his sensitive underside on my equally sensitive clit. In my hands-and-knees position, I was completely open to him, my warm juice soaking my red pussy hair and flowing down my inner thighs. His hands left my hips, stroked my slick, arching back, then found my heavily hanging tits. He lifted their smooth white roundness and lightly squeezed my hard red nipples between his fingers.
"Yes, you're a lusty one, Jane," he said. "So full-blown, hot, and mature. Your pussy's nice and tight, too, as though you'd been saving it up. Though it's still hard to believe that you were once repressed, like Sal told me."
"Thanks," I panted, as I built higher and higher. "But the past is the past. Just fuck me, you stud. Fuck me!"
He surely did. As he lunged even more strongly, my naked body heaved, the bed shook, and the Nevada earth moved under me! I came wildly, with a climax that had been growing ever since I'd soaped myself in the shower. My wet red hair flew around, my tits shook, and my crazily happy pussy bucked back at the fine young cock that was in it. Damn, fucking was great!
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," I grunted, letting myself go all the way. "That's it. This is it. Ohhh!"
"Oh, yeah, babe," Hal echoed. "Oh, how I love you older gals! You feel awesome, and you sure know how. Yeah!"
Then his big thing throbbed in me, and he let out a real gusher. His hot, urgent stuff filled my insides to the brim and oozed out down my thighs. I'd had more jism deposited in my pussy during the past few months, I figured, than I had in my whole previous life. But again, I loved it.
It was right at that point that the door to the cabin opened. And there stood dark-haired Sal, returned from his horseback ride!
"Well, well, well," he chuckled. "It looks like I've caught you two in the act. And you, Jane, it's the first time I've seen you with another guy!"
I couldn't deny it, kneeling there as I was with blond Hal's dick still in me. But I knew that my original stud wasn't jealous, just approving and excited.
"I cannot tell a lie," I laughed, looking back to where I was coupled. "My pussy can't tell a lie!"
"Good," Sal responded, also nodding to Hal. "But now you're going to have another first time, Jane." Dramatically, he unzipped his dusty jeans, as the Western sun behind him made him look like a tough young cowboy.
"Your first time," he concluded, his manhood springing out and upward, "with two cocks!"
Then he knelt at my head on the bed and pushed his dick between my lips. If I'd had any doubts, they'd been dispelled by the realization that I'd opened my mouth before his member even got there. At this point in my life, I wanted to give and take all the pleasure I could. And boy, did I want to take it!
So I began sucking Sal, and Hal began fucking me again. Young stud that he was, he hadn't even gotten soft after he came! When he lunged at me, it drove my head forward onto Sal's throbbing rod. And when Sal levered into my mouth, it pushed my slit back onto Hal's big dick. My naked, curvy female body moved back and forth, heavy breasts swinging, totally gone in sex. And when my two partners thrust at the same time, I was really stuffed!
Whatever had happened to the university professor I'd been, the one with stale and shallow ideas? Well, she was getting boinked by not one, but by two things that were neither shallow nor stale. She was receiving a reality treatment, and was finding what was proved not by the mind, but by the always trusty body. She still had ideas, but they were better ones for that. A poet had once said that truth was beauty. Well, truth was sex, and that was all I needed to know!
Now the orgasms began again. I didn't know how Hal could produce so much stuff, but he shot off, adding to what was already in my steamy pussy. He slapped my smooth round butt, then reached underneath and fingered my clit and his plunging rod as he came and came. I wiggled with joy as he gave me all he had.
Not to be outdone, Sal came in my mouth. I was so hot from my sexy exertions that I welcomed his soothing jism as it hit my throat. I bobbed my red head and sucked strongly, until I'd brought him all the way through what must have been a marvelous climax. He stroked my slick back and massaged my shoulders, as if to thank me for all we'd been to each other.
Then I came! And it was a big one, as big as all the Western outdoors around us, as big as the buttes, mesas, and canyons. My orgasm flowed powerfully from my vagina throughout my whole mature, straining body, out to my clenching fingers and my clutching toes. I beat my fists on the mattress, shook my tits and my ass, took my mouth off Sal's cock and shouted out my stupendous release. In fact, to the partial amazement of the two young studs, I howled!
"Ooo!" I went, like the savage I now became during sex. "Awooo!" like some creature of the desert. "Oooo!"
At last it was over. My two men and I uncoupled, from before and behind. My pussy was oozing jism, and the white stuff was also seeping out of the corners of my mouth. But it was all natural, not too strong for me, and a damn sight better than my former prudery. Nor did I mind their love fluids in me, because mine was all over them! Sleepy words came to my mind: Females understand cocks; know damn well orgasms result; kindly invite nuzzling. I was half-drunk with sex!
"Well, guys," I laughed, looking at the blond hunk and the dark-haired one. "I think I'll call it a day!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The two young studs got dressed and left the cabin. I flopped down on the bed, still naked, and slept the sleep of the just and the just-fucked! When I woke up, it was evening, and I showered again, then unpacked. A dinner bell sounded, so I put on a loose dress without underwear, and made my way to the main building of the ranch.
Under the beamed ceiling, rustic tables were brimming with Tex-Mex dishes. I found a space on a bench between Angela, our leader, and Sal. There were about a dozen older women there, all a well-preserved thirty-five to fifty in age, and as many younger men. But I hardly noticed them, because I was so hungry from the sex that I was stuffing my pretty face!
After dinner, dark-haired Angela led me to a low couch at the end of the big room, in front of a mesquite blaze in a stone fireplace to ward off the chilly desert night. The other people drifted out, probably to some more sex, and she said I could get acquainted and hear their stories later. Wearing a flowing dress like my own, she poured us each a drink and relaxed beside me.
"My inspiration for this place was a woman who lived in the Southwest many years ago," Angela said. "She had been sexually repressed like many older women, yet with the coming of her sexual peak she made a break with her past life as you did. She took up with a famous writer and came out here. And she found out that sex was the truest way to the spirit."
I told my new friend my own recent thoughts about body and mind, and added that they'd occurred to me, appropriately enough, while fucking! "There are too many ideas," I concluded. "And ideas can lead to dangerous divisions. We need to trust our bodies and our instincts, instead."
"We understand each other, Jane," Angela replied with a smile. "But Sal's told me about your background. Let me tell you what brought me here."
I was (Angela said), a woman of forty, and I'd just gone through a divorce. My husband, as so many of them do, had run off with a twenty-one-year-old, under the impression that she'd idolize him and make him feel young again. Little did he know that I'd be more sensual and inventive than she was, given half the chance.
Quite frankly, though, while I had been into free love in the 1960s, I was in a sexual rut, too. So my story, like yours, involves how I got out of it.
After a couple of months of loneliness, I just had to have some loving. So, when a blond, good-looking swinger type approached me at a shopping mall, I agreed to go out with him. He asked me to stop by his place the next night, and while I still felt a bit awkward, I agreed to that, too.
I spent more time than I should getting ready, and I arrived wearing a black wraparound dress, with a bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels. I had on make-up and perfume and had pinned up my long dark hair.
But the guy, whose name was Ted, opened his door wearing only a robe! As soon as I came in, he shed it, showing me his muscular body and his large, upstanding cock. I couldn't believe how fast things were moving, but I swallowed hard and went with the flow. My pussy was leading me, and it was already wet!
"We both know what we're here for," Ted said warmly, reaching out and stroking my cheek. "Lady, I'm at your service."
"Well, with an honest approach like that," I replied, feasting my eyes on his nakedness, "it's only fair that you see me, too."
So I opened my dress and shrugged it off my shoulders. Ted looked appreciatively at my tall, slender figure in the sexy black lingerie. Then, with a smile, I unhooked my bra and showed him my large, hard-nippled breasts. I went on to take off my panties, exposing my sex, with its neat line of dark fur.
"You're a beautiful, mature woman, Angela," my lover-to-be said. "I don't know why your husband left you. He was a very lucky man."
"And so are you," I laughed, regaining my confidence. "Because you're about to fuck me!"
Leaving my garter belt, stockings, and heels on, I put my hands on Ted's strong shoulders, and we kissed. He explored my heavy round breasts and ran his fingers down my flat belly and my long, firm thighs. Returning to my pussy, he opened me and spread my juice around my labia. Then he hunched down, and in one smooth motion ran his big hard cock right up inside my hungry sleeve!
"Ahhh!" I sighed, closing my eyes and breathing between my teeth, with my red lips parted. It was wonderful to feel a new man's rod buried in the center of my being. My lover grasped the twin globes of my ass and got into a strong, slow rhythm. I ran my hands over his back and responded expressively with my hips.
All my months, even years of frustration fell away. I hadn't realized how dissatisfied, how unalive, I'd been. In addition, I'd arrived at the age when sex could be even better if it were awakened. And Ted was certainly waking me up right then!
We stood there for a while, fucking gently, savoring the feeling and making it last. Then we sidestepped to his couch, with his dick still inside me, and lay down with me on top. In that position, I could express myself fully, and could follow my new road of passion wherever it would lead. I leaned forward, stroked his blond hair, kissed his forehead, and pressed my full breasts on his chest. I unpinned my long dark tresses and let them hang over him, enclosing us in a sweet erotic world all our own.
But even more, I fucked for all I was worth! I moved my hot, furry, liquid sex on his rod, levering my hips, even making a circular motion that began to drive his throbbing shaft wild.
"Oh, God, Angela!" Ted gasped as I suctioned strongly, working my tight quim ever faster on his upright member. "You fuck like a dream. You're the ultimate in mature tail!"
"Thank you, sir," I panted, not minding his expression. He must have been carried away by the touch of my soft, feminine flesh and the aroma of my perfume. His hands stroked my curving back and my bobbing rear as I brought us both higher and higher.
Then I came, with a shudder of joy running through my long body. I tightened my inner muscles, milking my orgasm for all it had to give me, making up for my years of doubt. At the same time, I thought of it as the first one of the rest of my life. After this, I'd never look back!
But before Ted shot off too, I surprised him. Demonstrating my new freedom, I let his cock out of me and moved lower on him, caressing him with my heavily hanging breasts along the way. Then I took him deeply in my mouth, letting my hair hang over his lap and his balls.
"Oh, Angela!" he sighed as I started to move on him, sucking strongly, tasting his clean, beautiful organ. "Oh, yes!"
With all that, it didn't take him long to climax. His gut tensed, his cock jerked, and he began to pump into my waiting mouth. He probably thought I'd take my head away, but I didn't. Instead, I accepted every drop of his warm, spurting stuff and swallowed it down. I was natural and free at last!
Ted and I fucked again that night, in his bed, with him on top. But that first time (Angela concluded) was the one that really put me on the path that led me here.
Several weeks later (Angela went on), a woman friend of mine put me onto something. There were a couple of guys who lived in a cabin out by a lake, and who specialized in clean, no-strings sex with divorced women. She had met them through another fortyish friend, had had quite a time with them, and now was spreading the news to me. In fact, she called the guys and set it up.
I got to the cabin at dusk, my pussy already creaming with anticipation. The idea of taking on not one, but two strange cocks had my pulse pounding. Un-like the overdressing I'd done for Ted, I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, without the benefit of underwear. My large breasts, firm butt, and prominent mound under the tight cloth, and my long, bare legs, looked and felt good.
When the door opened to my knock, I was even more turned on. There stood two handsome, clean-cut hunks, one blond and one dark. The first one introduced himself as Joe, and the other as John. After that, they let their bodies do the talking!
Standing on either side of me, they took hold of my T-shirt and peeled it off. My breasts swung free, nipples hard and areolae puckered. The guys stroked them and kissed me as I turned from side to side, enjoying such special treatment, feeling thrilled to be the center of so much male attention. They held up my breasts and kissed them and sucked at my nipples, too, as I shivered with delight at the touch of four strong hands on my smooth, naked flesh.
Then they pulled down my shorts, and things got serious. Joe and John squeezed my ass and explored my slit with their fingers, making me cream all over them. I found myself almost shockingly in heat, like a wanton female. So I went along when they each took hold of one of my long thighs and lifted me off the floor! They carried me to a bed in the corner of the cabin and plopped me down on it. I lay back and spread for them, my whole body aching for penetration.
The guys stripped down, and they were hunks indeed. Their bodies rippled with muscles, from their biceps to their pecs to their abs to their thighs. I nearly came just from looking at them! But two things were even better than their muscles. Those were their big, iron-hard dicks, standing up and pulsing with their heartbeats. I was about to have those dicks for my very own!
They added rubbers, and a moment later blond Joe was over me and his tool was in me, plunging between my wet pink labia. It was the biggest one I'd ever taken, but it felt absolutely wonderful. Joe fucked deeply and strongly, almost as if it were a championship athletic event, smiling down at me and urging me to respond.
"Go for it, Angela!" he said. "Really go for it. Let yourself go!"
I did. My breasts rolled around, my tummy and my ass tensed, and I thrust my pussy back up at him. I was building quickly to a big O.
But before I came, Joe pulled out to be replaced by dark-haired John, who gave me his own big hard cock to the hilt. It felt just as good as his friend's, as it probed deeply into my hot, wet hole. I grew wilder and wilder, squirming around and raking my hands over his strong shoulders and back.
The two guys switched off every minute or so, in a kind of marathon, relay fuck. But I kept up with them, putting out more hot sex than I'd thought I had in me. This was pure, basic balling at its best!
My mouth was wide open as I panted and moaned with passion. That, and the sight of one unemployed dick, must have resulted in what happened next. Joe was in me at the time, and John's tool was just inches from my face as he stood at the side of the bed and waited his turn. So I motioned for him to straddle my pretty face instead, and I started to suck him!
Now I had both beautiful cocks in me, one above and one below. Their owners rode my straining body energetically, like two sexual jockeys. I sucked John for all I was worth, pressing the underside of his shaft with my hard tongue, taking it deep in my hot mouth and forming my lips to it. Joe's member probed every inch of my dark-furred, swollen-lipped, incredibly wet cunt, making my belly quiver with joy. My sucking seemed to arouse my pussy even more, as though there were a direct, sensual line from my mouth to my slit.
Then I let loose and came. It was so strong, like nothing I'd ever felt before, that I almost passed out! Having two men, it was obvious, doubled my pleasure and made my orgasm twice as good. Waves of pure ecstasy washed over my slender, naked body, my nipples ached, and what seemed like a pint of my sex juice flowed out of my happy snatch.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, God!" I screamed, as I came and came and came. Completely lost in pleasure, I went limp under my two male partners. If I'd been hungry for fucking, and Ted had been an appetizer, now I'd found a whole main course!
But Joe and John hadn't climaxed yet. So I moved them off me, and sat up between them on the bed. Smilingly, I peeled the rubbers off their big dicks.
"Ooo, I just love these hunks of man meat!" I purred, feeling totally shameless now. "They've been so good to me. So I want to be good to them. I want to make them shoot off together. I want to see them spurt white!"
Then I took one in each hand and began to stroke them, moving smoothly from their tips to their bases. Their owners threw back their heads and sighed as I gave their slippery members the best hand jobs I knew how.
"Oh, yeah, Angela!" they went, in total bliss. "Oh, you're the best!"
Before long, both dicks went off like cannons. At exactly the same time, they arched streams of hot white jism into the air! I controlled the spurts with my fingers, making them last, watching in fascination just as I'd wanted to. I felt freer still, and farther along the path of total sensuality I'd chosen. As a psychologist, I'd heard so many dry theories about sex, but I was discovering that the best way to find yourself was simply to let it all hang out, get wet, and fuck!
After that (Angela finished that part of her story), there wasn't much more to say. Totally satisfied, I got dressed and left the cabin, the two hunks waving warmly in the doorway as I drove off. They were still naked, and their cocks were limp and very satisfied, too. And when I got home, I surely called my woman friend and thanked her for setting the sexy night up!
Two weeks down the road (Angela resumed), my same fortyish friend and I decided to go to Joe and John again, only this time together! Out at the cabin by the lake, the four of us stripped down and got right into it.
But my girlfriend, a buxom blond named Pat, a real nympho, got into it with me first. And that represented yet another forward step for me.
Pat lay back on the bed, her round breasts upstanding, and spread her snowy thighs. With a smile, she opened her pussy with her fingers and showed it to me and the guys. Her wet pink folds, surrounded by downy yellow fur, suddenly looked very appetizing to me. After all, sensitive sex flesh, male or female, was pretty much the same.
"Come and eat me out, Angie," she coaxed. "I don't know if you've ever done it to a woman before, but I do know that you'll love it."
I hadn't ever gone lesbo before, but I hid that fact. At any rate, I went that way now, diving between Pat's legs! And I loved it, indeed! As I squeezed her thighs and licked her pubes, she tasted delicious, almost like an exotic kind of candy. She must have perfumed herself there, and that, mixed with her natural juices, made for a sticky feast!
Gone was any uneasiness I might have had about doing it with someone of my own sex. In fact, any such prohibition only made it more exciting.
Then Pat had me turn around head to foot with her so that she could eat me, too. There were loud slurping sounds as we tasted each other's pink. I found her clit and diddled it with my tongue, then licked her tender folds and lapped up her warm juices. From behind, I could feel her grasping my legs and doing the same to me. I became lost in a kind of woman-to-woman heaven, though it didn't hurt that the guys were watching and urging us on as well.
"Mmmmm!" Pat and I hummed into each other's sticky snatch, as our bodies began to heave with ecstasy. "Mmmmm!"
Soon we brought each other off. Her pussy spasmed against my lips, and I felt jolts of sexual power shoot from my quim throughout my whole quivering body. We licked faster and faster as we rode our mutual climax to the finish. It was my first time for lesbian sex, and while I still liked men better, it was as great as I thought it would be.
"That was quite a performance," Joe said, as Pat and I uncoupled, licking our lips. He was standing by the bed, holding his big hard cock in his hand, trying to restrain himself from spoiling his own later show by jacking himself off. "I almost came just from watching you!"
"Me, too," John agreed. "Now let's move on from that lezzie stuff, and make it a foursome!"
They'd been good, patient guys, so Pat and I obliged them. We got up on our hands and knees facing the headboard, our breasts hanging heavily and our butts raised. Our arching backs, wiggling hips, and wantonly exposed slits must have been a sight to drive any man wild.
The two hunks came up and knelt behind us, and soon I felt a long, thick cock slide into my hot, primed sleeve. My partner went at it with a will, fucking my slippery hole fast and hard. I could feel my labia moving in and out around his shaft as it suctioned in me. He squeezed my buns, stroked my back, and reached underneath to massage my sensitive tits. I bucked back at him in rhythm, shaking all over, totally letting go. My tight pussy must have been making him very happy.
"Yes!" I said, swinging my long dark hair, gazing back at him over my shoulder. It was then that I realized I hadn't even identified which guy it was! It was John, but actually, any dick would have been okay with me. "Fuck me!" I went on. "Fuck me good. Fuck me right!"
Soon I came, squirting out juice around his thrusting dong. Then, while my partner kept fucking toward his climax, I watched Pat and her guy, Joe, beside us.
My female friend's blue eyes were glazed over with lust, and her blond head was thrashing around. In her hands and knees position, her big, red-nippled tits were hanging, swinging, and even rotating! Best of all, though, was the sight of her squirming ass and a long hard dick sliding in her love hole. I reached over and stroked her naked flesh, urging her on.
"Go all the way, gal," I told her. "Go for that Big O. Let that guy take you to cunt heaven!"
And a moment later, she did. I could almost see her climax as it shot through her quivering white flesh. I could almost feel it in my own aroused body as well!
Then the guys switched, and fucked a different one of us for a while. But before they finally came, we motioned them out of us, and we turned around.
"I'm up for some sucking," I told my woman friend. "Some good, old-fashioned sucking. Let's blow these two hunks to a finish!"
"Oh, yes," Pat replied, looking happy to see that I'd become just as bold as she was. "Let's get our pretty lips on their meat. Yes!"
So we gave them the best head we knew how, taking their throbbing members deep in our hot mouths, sucking and bobbing away. We tongued their undersides and fondled their swollen balls with our busy fingers, doing everything we could to bring them off in a big way. And soon we were rewarded by both dicks twitching and pumping, filling their rubbers full!
Joe and John and Pat and I partied again several times after that. But now, at the risk of leaving out some of the hot things we did together, I want to move on to the last part of my story.
My lover Ted and the hunkish twosome were close to my own age. But not Paul. In fact, he was Pat's son, a handsome, sandy-haired guy of nineteen!
Paul came over to my place one Saturday morning to return something his mother had borrowed. When he arrived, I was wearing only a filmy blue negligee, but we were all such good friends that I didn't feel embarrassed. In fact, I thought it might be fun for him to see the outlines of my mature body through the cloth.
I asked Paul to sit down at the kitchen table and have a cup of coffee. When I served it to him, though, the top of my negligee fell open to give him a good view of my cleavage, all the way to my nipples. And when I sat down across from him, and perversely didn't cover myself again, he couldn't keep his eyes off my big, matronly breasts.
Paul's gaze was making me hot, and I suddenly felt even more deliciously wanton. In spite of whatever else we were, he was a functional man and I was a functional woman. He had a cock that I knew was growing achingly hard, and I had a pussy that was already wetting. Damn, I thought. I'm going to seduce this guy, my friend's son! So I moved over to a chair next to his, took one of his hands, and placed it on my chest.
"Go ahead and feel them," I purred. "I know you want to, and I want you to."
"I really shouldn't," he replied, swallowing hard. "But I guess I will!"
Soon he was indeed lifting and exploring my mature, naked boobs. He opened my negligee farther, forming a new, exciting neckline below my bare bosom. My areolae grew puckered and my thick nipples hardened as grew bolder and ran his fingers over them. I was sure that he'd never seen tits like mine on young women his own age, and the thought excited me, too.
"Suck them, Paul," I said, feeling even bolder myself. "Go ahead and suck them."
With another hard swallow, he lowered his mouth to my mammaries. And soon he was licking their smooth white skin, then sucking happily on one big nipple, then the other.
But after a while, I raised his sandy head and took him farther down the road of seduction. With a sultry smile, with one dark tress falling over my face, I slipped one of my long, shapely legs out of my negligee. Now he could see my smooth white thigh, all the way up to my pussy hair!
"Just look at this," I said teasingly, feeling so naughty I couldn't believe it. "Don't you think it's as nice as my great big boobies? Don't you want to feel it up, too?"
He was too overcome with excitement to reply. But he did reach out and stroke my naked thigh, going as high as he dared. And, when he stopped, I took his hand and moved it the rest of the way, to my hot, soggy twat!
Then I stood up dramatically and, in a supremely wanton way, let my blue negligee drop to the kitchen floor. Paul gasped when he saw my blatant, forty-year-old nakedness, my tall, lean figure, rounded ass and heavy breasts. His eyes settled on, and were hypnotized by, my lush dark bush and my moist red labia visible below it. Feeling just so wicked, I smiled, reached down, and fingered open my slit for him.
It became even more decadent. Having led him on that far, I now pretended not to be interested, which only drove him wilder. Nude, I moved around the kitchen, taking our empty coffee cups and putting them in the dishwasher, bending over so that he could see my hanging breasts and my whole, furry cleft. I took some clean dishes and put them away, reaching up to the cupboard, my body arching provocatively over the counter. I could practically feel the young guy's eyes boring into my back.
At last I heard Paul get up, walk over, and stand behind me. He reached around and hefted my breasts, then ran one hand down my taut belly to my pussy. His bulging cock pressed against my naked ass. Only then did I turn around and face him.
"Oh, did you want to fuck me?" I asked, with consummately exciting unconcern. "Did you want to actually put your dick in my pussy, or maybe someplace else?"
Totally lost now, the nineteen-year-old groaned. "Yes. Oh, yes!"
Then I became the loving, matronly type again. I shucked off his T-shirt and pressed my breasts against his bare chest as he ran his hands over my silky back. I unzipped his jeans and freed his fine big cock, which stood up hard and throbbing. It looked so fresh and tempting that I knelt down and gave it a few licks, being careful not to do enough to make him shoot off.
His stomach hardened and he gasped and sighed.
But then I got up again, lifted myself to the edge of the kitchen table, and spread my legs. Looking provocatively downward, I rubbed my dark fur and slid my middle finger up and down my liquid seam, darting it into my pussy-hole.
"Well, you can fuck me, lover," I purred, giving him the ultimate in wanton gazes. "Fuck me, Paul. Go ahead and stick your dick in your mother's best friend's quim!"
And he did! Stepping forward, pausing only for a moment during which he looked like he was thinking of eating me first, he drove his rod deeply into me. He looked so amazed and delighted that it was actually happening, a somewhat forbidden thing. But once he was buried to the hilt in my mature sleeve, we were just a woman and a man, and he was a great, natural fucker. With the heat of his youth, he lunged strongly, making me squeal with pleasure. His hands played with my big, bobbing breasts, then reached under me to knead my firm round buns. I held onto his strong shoulders and let myself go in that torrid, all-out fuck with my friend's son. It was wild to look down between us and watch his dick actually sliding into me, his brown pubic hair meeting my dark muff, our most intimate parts in naked, blatant contact. And, as we fucked for dear life, it felt even wilder to both of us!
"Oh, Angela!" my lover panted. "I can't believe you're letting me do this."
"Believe it, Paul," I responded. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Make me cum!"
He did just that. Soon a marvelous orgasm overtook me, one that was made even stronger by the pairing of a woman at her sexual peak with a man at his. I held onto him tightly as my naked body strained, quivered and shook.
"Oh, yes, Paul," I screamed, putting out a flood of hot, slick juice around his thrusting rod. "Yes!"
Then he came, too. With one especially deep lunge into me, his cock exploded, then pumped a huge load of jism. As he kept moving, he kept adding to it. When he pulled out, there was so much in my vagina that some of it ran out onto my kitchen table. His mind was so blown by the whole experience that he couldn't say anything, but it had obviously been spectacular for him as well. Our wanton eyes met, communicating the thrill of the amazing and half-forbidden thing we'd done.
"Don't tell your mother," I said as I put on my negligee and helped him zip his sated cock back in.
"Don't worry. I won't," he grinned. He walked to the door, actually whistling a boyish tune. "That was too special. That was ours!"
I didn't think there would be a repeat performance with Paul (Angela went on). But one afternoon a week later, when I was dressing to go out, he appeared not only at my door, but in my bedroom! Apparently I'd left the kitchen door unlocked, and he'd walked upstairs after coming over to the house just to find me.
"Oh, damn!" I gasped, when I turned and saw him. "You scared me!" What's more, I was wearing only a black corset at the time, and I tried to cover my breasts, bush, and buns.
But the young stud laughed, and even pulled out his rock-hard dick. "I got so horny, Angela," he said. "I've done nothing but think of you during the past week. I've simply got to fuck you again, and I think you'd like it, too."
So the one who'd been seduced had now become the seducer, even though he was younger and I was older. Turnabout was fair play! I felt a little less guilty, too, about the devilish way I'd acted with him the first time.
And I don't know what came over us, but he began chasing me around my bedroom, swiping at my sexily exposed parts, my bouncing tits and my quivering ass. I loved it! The sight of his wagging dick made my pussy start creaming, and I knew I was going to fuck him again, indeed.
Flopping face down on my bed, giggling uncontrollably, I let Paul catch me. He was laughing too, even as he bounded on top of me and went right ahead and slid his tool into my slippery cunt from behind! Where our first time had been serious, this one was going to be a lighthearted romp.
"You naughty guy," I scolded over my shoulder, as he began to thrust strongly.
"You're bad!"
"Yes, I am," he replied, reaching underneath me to hold my big breasts, then lower to stroke my tensing belly and diddle my clit in addition to fucking me. "But so are you!"
There was something incredibly exciting about having moved directly from grab-ass and giggling to balling and shuddering with delight. And my tight black corset made it even more kinky. Before either of us came, though, Paul pulled his dick out and turned me over.
"Suck me off," he urged, moving up so that his throbbing member was next to my face. "Suck me off!"
"My, you have gotten to be such a naughty guy," I told him. "But now I'm naughty, too. So I'll give you head, but only if you'll turn around and eat out my forty-year-old snatch!"
With a grin, and even though he may have never tasted a woman's sex before, he did just that. We lay on our sides in a classic sixty-nine, hungrily going for each other's genitals. I took his fine young cock deeply into my mouth, sucking strongly and tonguing its sensitive underside. I pressed my fingers on his base and rubbed my big breasts against his lower belly, exciting him even more.
With the heat of his youth, Paul came right away. He shot gobs of hot white jism into my mouth, so much that I could hardly keep up with it. I kept sucking and fingering him until he was done. It might have been my imagination, but his fresh young stuff tasted better than that of older men I'd had.
And, with a consideration that surprised me in a nineteen-year-old, he kept eating me. Holding onto my firm round buns, bringing my dark-furred sex to his mouth like a tasty dish, he gave head like a pro. His tongue separated my thick brown outer lips and went for my inner pink, running around my intricate folds and finding my throbbing clit. He worked on that for a while, then darted his tongue inside me. We had moved away from playful fun again.
But what finally made me climax was when his tongue wandered back to my other hole! No one, even in my new and freer life, had ever done that to me before. And it felt marvelous!
"Oh, God, Paul!" I screamed, as my tall body convulsed, as I gripped his head with my thighs and squirted and came. "Oh, that's amazing. Oh!" Never had I felt such a sensation between my legs, or in my mind.
My young stud and I (Angela concluded) turned around and kissed deeply, tasting our own stuff on each other's lips. Then he got dressed and left, while I lolled sex-drunk in my black corset on my bed. I had taught him a lot, but he'd taught me something, too. Until he moved away, left home and went out on his own, that friend's son and I fucked whenever we could. I had a hard time controlling his hot desires, but I had just as much trouble controlling myself! Maybe the fact that ours was a strange kind of love only prompted us to affirm it.
I was really opened up now, and the rest is history. Maybe inspired by that cabin where I'd had so much sex, I used my divorce settlement to make a down payment on this ranch and convert it into a "stud farm" for older woman-younger man loving, where such couples could be even freer in secret!
Now we were back to lean, dark-haired Angela and to me, voluptuous, red-headed Jane, two women sitting around talking on a low couch in front of a fireplace in the main building of that same ranch.
"I realize that my story has been long, candid, and a bit raunchy," Angela said with a smile. "But sex is never dirty, and at the very least it isn't boring!"
"Certainly not!" I laughed in reply, savoring her tale in my mind.
"Seriously, though," she went on, "I think you'll have seen how I progressively freed myself. First it was straight and oral sex with Ted, then sex with two men, Joe and John, then a four-way that included Pat. Then it was on to my discovery of the older-younger mystique."
"I do see," I nodded.
"But there was one experience I described that I don't know whether you've had, Jane," Angela concluded. She moved closer to me on the couch, kissed me on the cheek, and stroked my thigh. "And I think you can guess what it is."
I hadn't had it, and I could guess. "Show me now," I said.
CHAPTER FIVE
There was no one else in the big, rustic room. Angela and I were both wearing loose dresses without underwear, so there was no real obstacle to what happened next. Looking down at it, then up into my eyes, she lifted one of her large breasts free.
"Isn't this pretty, Jane?" she asked, licking her lips, then bending her dark head and licking her own nipple as well. "Wouldn't you like to get your mouth on it?"
I blushed. For all I'd done in my new sexual life, I'd never been that intimate with another woman.
"All right," my friend went on, seeing my hesitation. She inched her dress up her long, smooth thighs, spread her legs, and showed me her dark-furred pussy. I felt as though I'd seen it before, given her explicit story!
"How about this?" Angela asked. "Wouldn't it feel marvelous against your naked thigh? And wouldn't yours feel even better rubbing on my leg?" She paused. "Not to mention how it would feel if we went head to foot, and feasted on each other to our hearts' content."
That was enough to do it for me. There was a warm feeling in my tummy, and my slit was getting very wet. I was ready to try anything. And her graphic tale had gotten me primed!
So, with a deep sigh, I let my full-blown body slump against her lean one. I began sucking her nipple as she stroked my red hair. Then she lifted my chin, gazed soulfully into my eyes, and gave me an open-mouthed kiss. It was my first erotic one with a woman, and it wasn't any better or worse than a man's, just different. She went on to take my hand and put it between her legs, where for the first time I felt someone else's furry mat and hot, slippery parts. All resistance gone now, and replaced by an excited curiosity, I began to finger her.
"That's more like it, Jane," Angela said. "Now stand up, take off your dress, and let's have a look at you!"
I did as she asked. She took in my full, round breasts, my hourglass waist, my swelling rear and thighs, and my lush red bush. After nodding her approval, she arched up from where she was sitting and kissed my nipples, bringing them fully erect. Then she trailed her tongue down my belly, even swirling it around in my navel. I began to shudder with deepest joy.
Arriving at my pussy, Angela nuzzled my pubic hair, taking strands of it between her teeth. When she separated my labia with her tongue, my body started to heave with passion. And when she licked along my juicy slit, I felt myself already building toward an orgasm.
"Oh, yes!" I sighed, stroking her dark head, pushing my furry mound toward her. "This is good. This is very, very good!"
"I knew you'd get right into it, Jane," she replied with a smile, taking her mouth off me. "Forgive the expression, but for sensitivity as well as a secret thrill, there's nothing like another woman's touch!"
Then my new, female partner stood up and got naked herself, doing a little turn and showing off her tall, lean body with her excitingly contrasting large breasts. I ran my hands over her smooth, warm flesh, suddenly viewing another woman from the sexual standpoint, feeling like one of the other lovers she'd told me about. I groped between her legs again while she fingered me in return.
"That's it," Angela purred, shuddering happily. "Love my body. We're the same sex, so it's almost like you're loving your own!"
At that, she lay back on the couch, looking like a wonderful, dark Diana, as well as the spiritual founder of the free place where we were. In initiating me into lesbian sex, I'd thought that she'd make love to me, but apparently she wanted me to discover and express myself. And in doing so, I surprised her, too. I didn't fall into her outstretched arms, but instead moved to my knees, and put my mouth between her spreading thighs.
I opened her with my fingers, taking a moment to look at her. How beautiful a woman was, with all her tender pink folds! She didn't have the prominence of a cock, but she more than made up for it with her intricacy. It might not be too much to suggest that also mirrored her soul. And her clit, and her opening, suddenly made my heart proud. I knew I was made the same, but, of course, I'd never studied it so closely.
Enough thought, however. In my new life, action was the way to thought, and so I moved on. Grasping Angela's straining thighs, I began to lick her lovely seam, concentrating on her joy button then darting my tongue inside her. She reached down and twined her fingers in my curly red hair, hardened her belly, and moved her sex against my lips. I looked up, past her reposing breasts, and met her lustful brown eyes.
I almost wasn't aware that I was tasting her female juice for the first time. But when I realized that, I savored it, because it tasted wonderful!
"Oh, Jane!" my partner moaned. "You are a natural. I'm so glad Sal brought you here!" She paused, to accommodate a quiver of passion. "But come on up, now. Get your furry mound on mine!"
I did as she asked, running my mouth up her belly and between her breasts, stopping for a moment to rub one of my hard-nippled mams on her vulva. Then I kissed her full on the lips, knowing that she could taste her own juices on mine. It was just as fulfilling when I moved my face aside, when I felt her smooth cheek against mine and her hot breath in my ear. It was even better to be breast to breast with her, our hard, sensitive nipples meeting.
But best of all was my incredibly horny pussy rubbing hers, in all-out, lesbian fucking!
I slid over, and began frantically humping her thigh. Totally free and out of control now, I worked my slippery slit along her feminine flesh, going for an orgasm. In the back of my mind, I still couldn't believe I was doing what I was doing. But I wasn't about to stop. Angela's dripping quim was also on my leg, adding to my excitement. We were blending together, becoming one panting, straining, pleasure-seeking mass of woman. I could almost feel her joy in me.
Then we came together, putting out more love fluid, hugging and quaking with delight. I had visions of a lesbian paradise, maybe the original one that the poet Sappho had created on a Greek island. But the new world that Angela had ordained on the Nevada ranch was more than enough to contain this, too.
"Oh, yes!" we moaned, feeling absolutely exhilarated. "Oh. Oh. Oh!"
I'd done it! I'd actually had sex with another woman! But, being women, we were instantly ready for another round. So, while our pussies were still wet and tingling, we turned head to foot on the couch. I was still on top as we began to eat each other right.
Now my lesbian energy was definitely unleashed. I put my curly red head between Angela's smooth thighs, took a deep breath, and buried my mouth in her slippery cunt. It felt wonderful to lick all around her brown and pink folds, to diddle her clit, and to poke my tongue up her lovehole. I ate her avidly, my full breasts pressing her belly and my hands grasping her firm round buns.
On the other end, her practiced tongue was doing my pussy proud. My thighs tightened on her dark head as she made her tongue long and hard, almost like a cock indeed, and thrust it inside me. She lifted her firm breasts and massaged my tummy with them, making everything between my waist go absolutely wild. Now it didn't feel like being a lesbian, just like being natural.
We wiggled and licked and slurped that way, building each other higher and higher. I wanted to lie on Angela's smooth, firm flesh forever, and to drink nothing but her tasty love juice. I wanted her tongue in my pussy, darting and flicking, too.
Then we came again, in an even bigger way than the first time! Our naked female bodies bucked and lunged, abandoned in sexual frenzy, as we almost drowned each other with our spurting stuff.
"Oh!" we gasped, when we finally tore our mouths away. "Oh, yes. Ah!"
There in the big room at the unconventional Nevada ranch, Angela had widened my horizons even more, like the open space outside in the cool desert night. But if I thought that was the end of the evening, I had, to be colloquial as Sal wanted me to be, another thing coming!
That same Sal suddenly appeared in the room, along with the other young, rhymed stud, Hal. They took in our naked, sex-oriented bodies and raised their eyebrows, but not in a disapproving way.
"Wow, gals," my male friend said. "You two really seem to have gotten it on. But maybe we can still be of assistance."
Angela smiled. "Yes. After all, lesbianism isn't what our little world here is really about. Besides, we've done about all we can do along those lines. In short, as I'm sure Jane will agree, we could use some cocks!"
Sal grinned and reached for his belt buckle. "Coming, or cumming, right up. But they sure as hell won't be short!"
There were a couple of straight chairs next to the couch, and the two youthful guys shucked off their clothes and sat down on them. Their cocks stood up, long, thick, and throbbing, looking very tempting to us older females. We wanted to sit on them, and we did!
But first, we played a little game of musical chairs. Romping nakedly around the guys, our breasts and buns jiggling, Angela and I tried to decide who would be with whom. Finally Hal laughed and clapped his hands when I was in front of him, and I settled down on his lap while Sal accommodated our leader.
Facing the young blond stud, grasping his shoulders and straddling his legs and the chair, I lowered my mature, spread pussy onto his vertical dong. Inch by delicious inch, I took him into my red-furred wetness, at the same time letting my heavy breasts press his chest. He ran his hands down my back, grasped my full behind, and sighed at the presence of so much older femininity. Sometimes, it was almost as if we were taking advantage of these guys.
But I took all I could, riding him for all I was worth. At first I jogged up and down, my breast flesh bouncing. Then, though, I discovered a levering action with my hips that pleased me even better. I let my tight vagina suction powerfully on his rod, until we were both sighing with the approach of an orgasm.
Meanwhile, Angela was riding Sal. The two dark-haired lovers, one twice the other's age, were coupled as though neither age nor anything outside fucking mattered. But un-like my pair, she was fucking with her back to him, her long hair hanging down. She was straddling him on the chair, but was riding higher than I was, her hands on his hard thighs, her sexy upper body leaning forward, and her pussy ramming back on his rod. He was stroking her smooth round rear, but all he really had to do was to lean back and let her do it. With her totally liberated ways, Angela wasn't our leader for nothing!
And there were her magnificent breasts. As she rode with her eyes closed and her mouth open in passion, her hard-nippled mammaries thrust awesomely forward, moving in heavy rhythm with her fucking action. That was a picture I wouldn't soon forget!
"Oh, yeah, guy!" Angela panted. "We're not in the West for nothing. Damn, you've got a big saddle horn for this cowgirl to ride!"
"Go to it, cowgirl," Sal responded. "Work that hot, forty-plus pussy of yours on my hot young rod. Do it. Make us cum!"
In that ranch house, with the wide-open spaces all around us, the position in which we were fucking did seem appropriate. But all thought was ended by the massive orgasms that suddenly overtook my female friend and me.
"Oh. Oh, God!" I bellowed, as a powerful sensation filled my whole voluptuous body. Whetted as I'd been by my first lesbian encounter, and now stuffed with Hal's throbbing meat, I went through a climax that had to be memorable. Surges of sexual energy spread all the way to my fingers and my toes, and my hard nipples ached delightfully. My naked flesh quivered as my joyful feeling went on and on.
My dark-haired female friend was going through the same thing. She rammed her furry quim back on Sal's stiff cock one more time, stopped, and then exploded with ill-concealed glee. Grabbing her long tits, holding them up to her mouth and sucking and actually nibbling at her nipples, she shuddered in great waves. There was a distant, indescribable look in her brown eyes as she acted out her older woman-younger man beliefs to the utmost.
We women had made it, but the young studs hadn't yet. As they often did, they were waiting to see what further mischief we lusty older gals might have in store for them. Nor did we disappoint them. Looking conspiratorially over at me, Angela raised her well-fucked snatch off Sal's hard and vertical dick.
"Do you remember how I wanted to sit on this?" the tall brunette asked me, nodding to his member.
"Yes," I replied, thrilling when I realized what I'd hear next.
"Well," she concluded, "here I go, literally!"
It was absolutely wild to watch Angela replace her pussy with something else. Still straddling Sal with her back to him, she eased her ass slowly down on his tall, lubricated cock. His dark eyes widened when he saw what she was doing, and he gasped with excitement when he felt it.
"Oh, damn!" the young stud groaned. "Oh, that's marvelous!"
His partner didn't have to do much more than to take him partway into her to make him shoot off. His muscular body stiffened and he howled with ecstasy. She pulled herself off him, with an audible sound, and he shot ribbons of jism high into the air.
That left me straddling his lap and facing Hal. The blond hunk was half-crazy from watching what the other couple had just done, and so was I. There'd been a time when I wouldn't have dreamed of seeing such a thing and certainly wouldn't have thought of doing it. But now, I knew that a lot of people ass-fucked and that it was basically natural. Besides, now anything went!
"Get ready to do the same, lover," I purred, gazing wantonly into Hal's blue eyes. "Get ready!"
"Oh, Jane!" he exclaimed, as I raised off his dick and repositioned myself. "I've never done that before."
"So you're in for a real treat," I replied, starting to lower my gorgeous behind, and thinking of the first time I'd done it with Sal.
The look on his handsome face was indescribable when I took him in. So were Sal's and Angela's expressions as they watched us. The one seemed pleased that I was being as free as he'd taught me to be, and the other looked a bit surprised by just how free I was.
In any event, I really gave it to Hal. Lunging slowly up and down, I took his upright rod deep in my anal passage, thrilling us both with my tight constriction. It was pretty convenient that I had more than one, or even two, openings for love. The way I felt these days, I wouldn't have minded having all three of them filled at once!
I came again, grunting like a primitive savage as the delightful sensation spread through me. My mature, voluptuous body felt more alive than ever before.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh!" Hal echoed, squeezing my big breasts. "I'm cumming fast. I'm cumming, too!"
But instead of letting him shoot inside me, I slid my butt off and hunched back until his balls nestled in my pussy hair. "Make me a fountain," I told him. "Let me see a pretty fountain!"
And he did. The next moment, he sprayed man stuff upward between us, moaning and sighing with a massive release. It went so high that I was even able to catch some of it between my smiling, thirsty lips.
After that, the four of us, the two older gals and the two young studs, relaxed in a row on the couch. We felt like happy pagans, there at that place in the desert that Angela had made to shield our unusual pursuits from the world outside.
"That was amazing," I said, reaching over to stroke our tall, dark leader's heavy breasts and soggy sex, then giving her a soulful kiss. "I think we should all thank you for what you've done."
"Thank you, Jane," she replied. Then, though, she exchanged a secret look with the two studs. "But wait until you see what's been arranged for tomorrow night!"
CHAPTER SIX
I went back to my cabin and enjoyed the best sleep I'd had in ages. Awaking late the next morning, I put on short shorts and a halter top and walked out into the brilliant desert sunshine. Several of the dozen young men at the ranch were working with their shirts off, their tanned muscles gleaming with sweat. Yes, this was an ideal place for a lusty older gal like me to be!
While the guys watched my swinging breasts and buns, I sauntered over to the main building. There, I greeted Angela and some of the other women and got a bite to eat. Outdoors again, I encountered Sal.
"Hey, Jane," my dark-haired, original young stud laughed. "Are you having a good time?"
"What do you think?" I responded, "you've only brought me to paradise!"
Then he suggested that we go off together to do something new. I agreed, knowing how wonderfully his surprises always worked out. He saddled a couple of horses and grabbed a mysterious bag, and we rode out on the desert to a place behind some rocks.
We dismounted. "What's in the bag?" I asked.
"Well, Jane," Sal said with a grin, "You've done a lot of things, but you've never dressed kinky. And I'm about to fix that!"
Whereupon he had me strip naked, looking approvingly as always at my large breasts, my hourglass waist, and my swelling ass and thighs. Then he reached into the bag and pulled out some Western gear.
"Here, put this on," he told me. "It'll make you feel sexy as hell." He paused. "Not to mention what looking at you in it will do to me!"
I did as he said. The articles consisted of brown leather cowboy boots with spurs, a matching belt, gauntlets for my arms, and a wide black hat. Otherwise, my full-blown flesh was naked, my tits and ass thrusting out and even my lush red bush totally exposed.
"There's my big, tough redhead!" Sal exclaimed, as I saw his cock get instantly hard in his jeans. "Damn, power suits you older women, since you've seen so much. And men sure don't mind a matronly type like you!"
After that, he had me act powerful indeed, and I took to it right away. He'd brought a camera along, and he took some photos of me in sexy positions. I put one foot on a rock and my hands on my hips, and glared down at him while he shot up under my spread pussy and my jutting breasts. I turned around, bent over, and mooned him, showing the camera everything I had between my big, smooth buns, not to mention my boobs hanging heavily beyond. He even lay flat on his back and had me put one booted foot on his chest while he shot all the way up along my strong, mature body. At last, he stood up and put the camera aside.
"That was great play, Jane," Sal laughed. "You can show those photos to your boring friends back at the university. That is, if you didn't drip pussy juice on the camera and spoil them."
"I don't think I'll do that," I chuckled in return. "They'd be shocked, and besides, they don't deserve to see them."
"Seriously, though," my young stud went on, "I think playtime is over." He shucked off his clothes, freeing his big, rock-hard dong. "I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you now!"
My quim was juicing, even dripping in readiness. He'd been right that the kinky scene had wildly turned me on. But, in line with the way he'd had me act, I wasn't about to be such an easy piece for him. I did feel powerful, and I wanted to show it.
"Let's do a little good-natured wrestling first," I said. I took the black cowboy hat off my curly red locks, leaving my glistening body in only the brown boots, belt, and arm gauntlets. "I want you to earn your fuck."
Sal gave me a look of surprise and pleasure. "Damn, I have created a monster!" he responded. "But yeah, Jane. Yeah!"
So we put out our arms and circled there on the desert, jockeying for position. We came together and grappled, our muscles straining, his dick standing up between us and my big breasts quivering. He seemed to love my power, and so did I.
And I won! With an especially strong lunge, I shoved the lean young guy to the ground. He lay as he had when he was shooting the photos, with his dick pointing up at my pussy, but this time I had put him there.
"Okay, you're the champion," Sal grinned, panting from our exertion. I was straddling him, dripping sweat onto his body and pussy juice onto his balls.
"But so am I," he concluded. "Because we're going to have a championship fuck. Do me now, Jane. Oh, fuck me, please!"
Still playing our kinky game, I made him wait a moment while I pretended to think it over. I even made him ask me again. Then, though, I squatted down, put my hands on his chest, and eased my wide-open slit onto his upstanding rod. I began riding him as I had the night before, but this time I was truly in charge. And I wasn't on his lap on a chair or even on my knees, but squatting, which added to the basic, naughty feel of it and gave me added pleasure.
"Uh! Uh! "I went, bouncing up and down, looking wantonly into Sal's dark eyes. My heavy breasts bounced, too, and my ass tightened.
"Oh, yeah," my prone lover responded, his face straining from both the mental and the physical intensity of our encounter. "Too much. Oh, yeah!"
Faster and faster I rode him as the desert sun beat down on us and our linked loins felt like they were on fire. In the middle of the bouncing, we came, his hot jets washing my insides. But I kept lunging onto his big hard dick, bringing myself up again and knowing that he, too could go right on to another climax.
"Oh, you're wearing me out, Jane!" Sal gasped. "I wouldn't have believed it!"
"Believe it," I replied, making a particularly strong move. "It's your own fault. You're the one who unleashed my sexual power!"
His cock felt wonderful in my hot sleeve as I shuddered and came once more, with an orgasm that seemed to carry me up to the clear blue Nevada sky. The cowboy boots, the tight belt around my waist, and the gauntlets on my arms added to my wild sensation. Finally, I relented and decided to let Sal cum again, too.
"You've been a good young man," I said, sliding my pussy off him. "So I won't wear you out any more."
Then I slid backward, leaving a trail of my sex juice on his thigh, leaned and rubbed my hanging tits on his dick, getting it near my panting mouth.
"But I want to suck you to make you cum," I finished. "I want to taste my own slick stuff on you. And I want to get a good big swallow of your tasty jizz!"
I proceeded to do just that. Taking him deeply into my mouth, forming my lips to him and raking my teeth lightly along his shaft, I sucked him hard. Sometimes blowing a man involved bobbing my head, but this time it was pure sucking. It was as if I not only wanted to make him shoot off, but also wanted to draw everything out of him.
And I did that, too! Soon his belly and thighs tightened, his dick grew bigger and harder and his balls more swollen still, and he let off a real gusher. His sperm hit the back of my throat, filled my mouth, and seeped out between my lips around his cock. I swallowed some of it and left the rest in my mouth for the delicious flavor.
"Oh, Jane!" Sal gasped, giving me his all. "Oh, you're my big tough redhead for sure!"
I rubbed my hands on his chest, pressed my full breasts on his thighs, and sucked out all he had. Then I released his satisfied dick and stood up. I must have presented quite a picture, with his cum oozing out between my sensuous lips and some of it still dripping from my pussy from the first time we'd made it.
"Well," I laughed, hands on hips, as I reflected on how we older gals were almost too much for these younger guys once we were awakened. "Well!"
Then Sal and I got dressed and rode back to the ranch. I sunbathed nude with several of the other women for a while, then showered and spent the rest of the afternoon in my air-conditioned cabin, reading. Still being an English professor, I couldn't keep away from books. But I read a realistic, hard-boiled novel instead of the irrelevant sort that I'd liked before.
However, my mind kept wandering because of the surprise that Angela had mentioned the previous night. And sure enough, after dinner in the main building, I found out what it was, and I wasn't disappointed!
After another delicious meal, the dozen older women and the dozen younger men went out into the night, where we built a big bonfire. Our tall, dark leader had us sit on logs around it while she addressed us. Before she began, though, she gracefully stripped off the T-shirt and jeans she'd been wearing, showing us her lean, naked body, her heavy breasts and her lush, dark muff. At forty-plus, she looked as good as a nineteen-year-old, only with worlds more experience in her lusty eyes.
"Except for the fact that I'm nude, this could be a camp or a dude ranch," Angela laughed, her pretty teeth gleaming in the firelight. "To get down to business, though, there are many ways in which we have sex around here. We pair off with each other until everybody's fucked everybody, and sometimes two or three at once."
"But tonight's the night for one of our famous ceremonies," she continued. She smiled at me, while others who had been at the ranch longer exchanged knowing looks. "It's one of the perks I have for being your leader." She glanced at Sal. "Just as some of you young men have become like sexual prophets, bringing others to join us, I've been compared to an ancient sex goddess at times like this. But one could also call what's about to happen a good, old-fashioned group grope!
"In short," she concluded, having built my interest to a fever pitch, "all twelve young studs are going to pay me homage by fucking me tonight! And it's not going to be just a symbolic sampling, with each one putting his dick in me for a few thrusts. No, each will fuck to the finish, though I have told them to be quick about it." She smiled. "After all, there are only so many orgasms I can have!"
Now my pussy was tingling, as though I were the woman about to be banged. Almost involuntarily, I stood up and took off my own clothes, as if to get into the spirit of things. So did the others. Soon we eleven additional mature women were sitting on the logs, our big breasts thrusting and our naked pussies on the rough wood. And the dozen young studs were standing around the blazing fire, their hard dicks pointing. On her back, on a blanket spread on the dust, was Angela. It was just like what I'd read about ancient times, as though she was Aphrodite or Astarte or it was a Dionysian ritual!
And a ritual dance began. Their muscular bodies shining in the orange light, the men circled around our leader. They reminded me of the male exotic dancers in the club I'd visited, but with quite a difference! These guys were totally naked and erect, and they were about to go all the way and fuck!
They did just that. Sal led off, lowering himself onto the waiting "goddess," inserting his fine dick and thrusting rapidly. He usually wasn't a minuteman, but as Angela had said, twelve guys couldn't take all night. After a short time, he came, grunting happily, pumping her full of his hot white stuff.
Blond Hal followed. As she raised her shapely legs and stretched out her arms to him, the young hunk went to his toes and elbows over her, cupping her large breasts in his hands. Fortunately, I was positioned behind them, so that I could see his big hard cock slide into her. It was wild to watch his swinging balls and her dark-furred pussy lips stretched around him. He moved slowly but deeply, doing just what was necessary to get himself off. With a final lunge and a shout of release, he added his load to Sal's.
By that time, we other women were deeply affected by the whole scene. We were massaging our aching breasts and fingering ourselves between the legs, sometimes doing it to each other. I was lifting my big tits and licking my nipples, while my other hand was sliding between my slick labia and working my sensitive clit. I stuck two fingers inside myself and climaxed just when Hal did in Angela.
"Oh. Oh, God!" we women moaned, sounding like Dionysian banshees indeed. "Oh!"
Now it was time for guy number three. He was a lean redhead, but he had perhaps the biggest dick among them. The object of the ceremony arched her sweating body up toward him, as if resigned to his prodigious manhood.
"Oh, it's you," she sighed. "Okay. But be sure not to give me all of it. Every time I fuck you, it feels like it's reaching up to my throat!"
The fellow was considerate. Going to his knees between her legs, holding Angela up by her firm round ass, he pulled her onto him only about halfway. That was enough, though, to please him and to give her another orgasm. Rolling her dark eyes, beating her fists on the ground and shaking her upright breasts, she tensed and climaxed just as her partner pumped a load of sperm as big as his dick was.
"Well, I'm a quarter of the way through," Angela said, addressing all of us. She lolled on the blanket, taking a little break. "And I feel great. You know, I've spent about the same time I usually spend fucking one guy, but this is even better. It's as though the difference between more guys adds to the intensity."
She paused, as I observed how happy she looked, how much she was into the scene she herself had created. This amazing and liberated woman believed in practicing what she preached!
Now the dark-haired "goddess" looked down between her legs. White stuff was oozing out of her, since the seed of three men was about all she could contain.
"It's like a fertility rite, too, isn't it?" she asked me in particular. "After all, the ancients fucked women in their fields in order to grow better crops." I nodded, and she laughed. "Be that as it may. Right now, I guess it's time to get back to farming!"
At that, she invited in stud number four. A lean, black-haired guy like Sal, he performed very athletically. Balancing over her on only his fingers and toes, he used his hips to lever his stiff dong into her, and he was very quick. After only three thrusts, he came as she looked up at him in gratitude. I might have avoided him as a lover, thinking that he'd disappoint me, if I hadn't reflected that after watching what had happened so far, any man would have cum just by being touched!
Fucker number five was also quick, and now there was a puddle of man stuff between Angela's spread legs. But number six, at the halfway mark, was something else. He was a big, bearded guy, a little older than the rest, and he seemed to have a special lust for sex and life. I'd observed him in the ranch house sipping bourbon with his dinner, and outside puffing on a big cigar.
"All right, I confess," our leader said huskily, as the burly guy got on her and nuzzled her long dark hair. "Though we should be equal here, this is my main man. I found him writing X-rated movies, many of them with an older-younger theme, so I invited him here to follow his dream. He understands me, and what I'm up to. My pussy's holding up pretty well, so I'm going to give him some extra time!"
Then she fucked long and lovingly, lunging her hips up at her partner, taking his fine cock deep. She stroked his broad back and wrapped her long legs around him. Closing her eyes and breathing into his ear, she sighed and moaned passionately. Her flat belly tensed and her breasts bobbed as she gave herself up to her ecstasy. If this were a kind of ceremony, then she was experiencing, with this man, the spiritual dimension of sex.
"Oh. Oh, yes, lover!" Angela moaned. "Oh, do me right. Put me where I want to be. Oh, yes!"
And he did. After a normal fucking time, rather than a quick in and out, they climaxed together. His whole body went rigid, his buns tightening as his thrusting cock jerked and pumped. I could see his load of white stuff, having shot into her well-used pussy, seep out around his shaft again because there was so much there.
"Oh. Oh, Angie!" he exclaimed, throwing back his bearded head. "You're the best. You always give me an incredible orgasm. And fuck jealousy. The fact that you just had five other guys only made this one better!"
"You, too," the mature brunette panted. She had the door to her womanhood jammed up against his hilt, as if to keep his dick permanently inside her. Her orgasm washed over her in great waves as her naked body shuddered. "You put me in heaven, lover!"
They stayed joined for another minute, milking their experience to the end. But then he slid slowly out of her, and our leader stood up with him. She was unsteady, her knees weak and her thigh muscles quivering from all the fucking she'd had. But she smoothed out her long dark hair, shook her heavy round breasts, and smiled to show that she was still game.
"Time for another break," Angela said. She and I looked around the circle, there in the campfire's light in our little paradise in the Nevada desert. The six young studs who'd already fucked her were sitting on a log, looking satisfied yet interested in what would happen next. And the ten other women were an absolute study. As various as the men, ranging from lean to thick to dark to blond, each was lost in her own world of vicarious eroticism. Each, too, had glazed eyes, hard nipples, and wet thighs from having brought herself to who knew how many orgasms!
But our leader had six more guys to go, and they were standing there, dicks hard and pointing upward, waiting. "Oh, well," she laughed, her dark eyes taking in all those tempting tools. "Once more into the breech, as they say." Then she turned to me. "But I am a little too hot. Jane, there's a bucket of water over there. Give it to me, please!"
I walked over and got the water, then started to take handfuls of it and wash her sweating body down. She had other ideas, though.
"No, Janie," she said. "Really give it to me. Throw it on me!"
So I stood back, spread my legs, and hurled the water at her naked form. She looked marvelous, with streams running from her pussy, her breasts, her ass, and her long hair. After that, I wanted to hurl my naked body on her and fuck her, too.
Refreshed, Angela lay down on the blanket again and welcomed stud number seven. He was another quick one, using only a few seconds to add his load to that of the others. Mentally, I tried to add up how much twelve guys' stuff would be. It had to be half a pint!
Number eight and number nine were quick, too. But now our lean, fortyish leader seemed to be tiring. So, when the tenth guy, a dark-haired hunk, approached her, she spoke to him.
"Turn me over," she panted. "Hold me up on my hands and knees and put it to my pussy from behind."
Now it was a struggle for her, but still a pleasurable one. As sex-charged as she was, and as the founder of the "stud farm," she seemed to feel that she had to do more than anyone else. And she didn't disappoint herself. Even as her tenth youthful partner held her up by the waist and fucked into her, and as her long tits hung and waved under her, she built to yet another big O. Her belly and the backs of her long thighs tightened, and she gazed over her shoulder with a wanton look.
"Uh. Uh. Uh-huh," Angela went. "That's it. Fuck me. Oh, my pussy feels wonderful. Give it to me hard, lover. Make me cum!"
The dark young stud did. They went off together, panting and straining, he lunging at her and she bucking back at him. My own head was swimming from watching them, as in my mind each new guy seemed to blend with the others into one priapic being, and the whole night into one wild, sexual whirl. The fronts of this guy's legs slapped loudly against our sexy leader's smooth thighs as he pumped her hole full of his jism. When he withdrew, white stuff not only dripped out of her; it flowed!
Angela was nearing the end of her fucking marathon. Still on her hands and knees, she glanced around at the rest of us. I had never seen such a purely sexual being, and I doubted that I ever would again.
"Well, I think I've given you all a good ceremony," she purred. Her tail was raised, and her long hair and breasts were hanging down. "So I hope you'll forgive me if I cheat a little bit to finish it off." She waved her swollen sex, then licked her sensuous lips.
"Come on, studs number eleven and twelve," she concluded. "One of you fuck me, and I'll suck the other one off!"
Obediently, they knelt at her rear and at her head. The first guy slid his big cock into her gently, in consideration of the fact that ten others had been there before him that same night. And the second young fellow stroked her dark hair, then positioned his dick at her waiting mouth.
Despite Angela's tiredness, the fucking action was as good as before. I hadn't, however, seen her give head. So I watched that, and I soon found that I was in for an amazing show.
She began by licking the guy's big red cock tip all over, gazing wantonly up into his eyes. Her long, pointed tongue circled around, pressing his sensitive flesh and even darting into his little opening.
Then she licked along his whole throbbing shaft, treating it like a delicious lollipop. She really loved man meat, and it showed in her dark, rolling eyes. Laying his cock alongside her soft cheek, she went on to press his base with her tongue and to lick his swollen balls. She even took them into her mouth, one by one, and then burrowed behind them to even more sensitive places. He stroked her long hair, threw back his head, closed his eyes and sighed deeply as she subjected him to her marvelous technique.
"Ah. Ah!" the young guy went. "Oh, you older gals are too much. You've really learned how. Damn, I'm glad I came to this ranch. The girls I used to go out with don't compare at all."
Angela, as our leader, did indeed know all. Her whole sexual philosophy had given her an incredible, inner passion. As she moved on to take his rod deeply into her mouth, then to suck it for dear life, the rest of us were transfixed with emotion. We almost didn't notice when the other guy came in her pussy, adding his final load of jism. Rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, her hanging breasts swinging and her mouth the only point of contact between her and her last lover's dick, she looked like some ancient, pleasure-giving and pleasure-seeking creature, a pagan goddess indeed. It was a fitting end to her "ceremony," and we loved it!
The slender brunette's head moved, her lips sucked so loudly we could hear it, and her eyes became animated with lust as she sensed the approach of the guy's climax. She was, I knew now, an absolute connoisseur of cock, so she realized how strongly his young tool would cum and what a big, delicious wad it would shoot. Nor was she disappointed. She kept sucking, her throat moving as she swallowed some of it down. She even reached back under her lean body and stroked her slippery quim, bringing herself off one more time, too.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, yeah!" her partner shouted as he came and came and came.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm!" Angela echoed, her mouth full, and her whole sexual being inspired to a magnificent, straining climax by her act of giving head.
The evening was finally over, and what an evening it had been! Our leader disgorged the last of the dozen cocks, stood up, and smiled at our assembly. By her example, she'd proven just how free and all-out sexual expression could be. Now she walked triumphantly among the guys, stroking their young shoulders and even fondling their satisfied schlongs. For our part, we other mature women gathered around her, caressing her large breasts and her well-fucked snatch, kissing her soft cheeks in a homage of our own.
At last Angela stood away from us, put her hands on her hips, then raised them over her head. With her breasts lifted and thrusting strongly outward, her flat belly tensed, and man stuff still dribbling from her lips and her dark-furred sex, she was woman victorious, indeed. Naturally, our happy group applauded and gave her a rousing cheer.
"Hey, Jane," my friend Sal said, sidling up to me as we got dressed, helped put out the bonfire, and headed back to the cabins. "Are we having fun, or what?"
"We are," I laughed, knowing that the rest of my life had only been a preparation for this marvelous time. "Yes, we are!"
Then I went off to bed, where I had endless erotic dreams. But they were about what had actually happened!
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CHAPTER SEVEN
During the sexy days that followed, I got to know the other women at the ranch better. One who became a special friend was Mandy, a big blond of about forty-five. She was the classic Jayne Mansfield type, and she'd even appeared nude in photos and movies and had worked as a stripper. In a way, she was the perfect representative of the older woman-younger man phenomenon. Her huge round breasts, wide hips, gorgeous ass, and lush yellow bush that I saw when she sunbathed nude were the consummate matronly elements that would appeal to a hot young stud.
One hot afternoon, I took shelter from the desert sun in Mandy's cabin. There, reclining on the bed in only a thin negligee, she told me how she'd gotten addicted to young guys, and what she'd done to make them like her.
About five years ago (Mandy began), I took in a nineteen-year-old fellow named Bill. Angela may have told you about her experience with Paul, but mine was longer, slower, and more personal. I'd rented a small house, and
Bill was to be the handyman in return for room and board. Pretty soon I found something else we could trade with just as well!
Bill was tall, blond, and lanky, and he came off as very shy. In fact, he seemed to be a late bloomer, and I thought he was still a virgin. For my part, my stripping and nude modeling days were over, but my matronly appeal was surely strong. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, I could barely believe how amazingly my forty-year-old figure had developed.
So, as if doing it accidentally, I began letting Bill catch glimpses of me. like Angela, it might be a half-exposed breast at the breakfast table, or leaving my bedroom door half-open while I dressed or undressed. As I played those games, I guess I was seducing him. But his natural curiosity must have made me do it, too.
One morning (Mandy went on), I took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and invited him into my room. I was sitting at my vanity table with my back to him. I was wearing a dress, but it was down around my waist so that I was teasingly topless from behind.
"Sit down over there," I told Bill. "You can talk to me while I comb my hair."
"Okay," he replied nervously, taking a chair to my rear. That would have been reasonably modest, if I hadn't made sure that the chair was positioned to give him a full view of my front in the vanity mirror!
We talked, and I lifted my arms to comb out my blond, shoulder-length locks. His young eyes were glued to the swell of my huge breasts viewed from behind, not to mention their full, naked, hard-nippled roundness that he could see in the glass.
Now I decided it was time for a further step. "Come over here and help me comb the back," I told him.
Bill obeyed me, looking edgy yet also as though he couldn't believe his luck. I handed him the comb, and he ran it through my hair. All the time, he gazed over my white shoulder at my breasts, which were thrusting out strongly, their thick red nipples pointing.
"You want to touch them don't you?" I asked, when I thought he'd have enough courage.
"Y-yes," he stammered. "Yes, please!"
"All right," I said. "If you'll be a good young fellow and promise to paint the front steps."
"I will," he replied. "Oh, yes, I will!"
So I let him run his shaking hands down my front and lift my giant tits up and out to their full size. He moved his thumbs over my nipples, panting into my ear and enjoying every minute of it. Mine may have been the first set of knockers he'd ever felt, and if so, he was starting out in the biggest way!
That was all I allowed him to do then. And he did paint the steps, that very same day. But the next morning, I asked young Bill into my bedroom again. This time I stood and faced him, wearing only a short, white terry cloth robe. My breasts swelled out up above, and I knew he could even catch a glimpse of my yellow-furred snatch below, between my voluptuous thighs.
"You want to see all of me, right?" I asked, making my voice low and infinitely sexy. I'd charmed so many men in my life that now I knew I was being absolutely overpowering to him.
"Oh, yes!" he exclaimed. "I mean, I think you're the most wonderful sight I've ever seen."
"Well, maybe I'll let you," I nodded. "If you'll do whatever chores I tell you to."
"I will. I promise."
"Okay. But first, I want to show you something."
Then I went over to a drawer and pulled out my portfolio. It contained sample photos of my nude sessions, dating back as far as twenty years. I sat Bill down on the bed and he leafed through it, his eyes bugging out when he saw my naked poses. My breasts had been smaller and my hips narrower then, so he was seeing another version of me.
"You looked good then," he said more boldly, looking up at me. "But you look great now!"
"Thank you," I replied, reaching out to stroke his young shoulder. I gave him one last tease. "But how can you tell if you haven't seen me?"
At that, I finally took off my robe. He was almost bowled over by the sight of my fulsome femininity! He'd already seen my bare breasts, so he concentrated on my smooth white belly and thighs, not to mention my furry snatch. As he sat there and I stood over him, he was at eye level and just inches away from my most intimate parts.
"My, God," Bill gasped, his mouth falling open. I thought he'd pinch himself to see if he was dreaming.
"It's all for you," I purred, putting my hands on my hips and thrusting my sweet muff forward toward his face. Given all the stripping and posing I'd done, I was nothing if not upfront!
Now I pulled the young fellow up and led him over to my vanity again, where I sat down on the bench and had him kneel at my feet. A thrill went through me, as one surely did through him, when I reflected that my mature parts were about to be his in a sexual way. And I took the position I did because I wanted him to get acquainted with me right.
"Here's my quim," I said, spreading my luscious thighs and placing my hands on them. "Look at it. Touch it. Taste it!"
Bill did. Putting his fingers on my labia as if they might bite, but then holding them more firmly, he opened me up to the wet pink. He studied my tender folds, then took a lick of my freely flowing juices. Opening me wider, he studied my clit and my tempting lovehole.
"Very good," I responded, smiling down at him. "That's where your dick can go. That is, if you're good."
By now, I was melting and my marble-like flesh was quivering from what I was doing. But I was still determined to take it slowly, to let us continue to savor the forbidden feeling of our encounter. We both knew what was going on, what game we were playing.
"Maybe tomorrow," I went on, when my young charge's eyes betrayed his desire to put his dick in me. "For now, I just want you to eat. Go ahead and eat me out, Bill. Make me cum!"
He did that, too, with a natural appetite, even though he'd surely never done it before. As my warm honey spread over his cheeks, he licked me, tongued me, and sucked at my sensitive clit. I held his blond head and pulled it even tighter to my loins. Leaning forward, I let my heavy breasts rest on it.
"Oh, yes," I moaned. "That's it. Oh, you hot young stud. You're doing it. Oh, yes!"
Then I did cum, with a shuddering orgasm that made me put out floods of juice for him to slurp. I tightened my legs on him and rode my climax to the end.
When I let him go, Bill looked up at me with a mixture of lust,-dreaminess, and thanks in his eyes. But my oral accommodation of him, and of myself, wasn't over by a long shot.
I stood up, turned around, and leaned down over the vanity bench. In that position, my huge breasts hung heavily, their thick nipples pointing downward. More importantly, though, my gorgeous, well-developed buns were right in his face.
"You haven't gotten acquainted with my ass, young man," I said, looking wantonly at him over my shoulder, scarcely believing myself how boldly I was sharing my parts. "Eat me from behind, now, and you will!"
His head must have been throbbing as he seized my smooth white cheeks in his hands and burrowed his face between them. His lips went for my labia, which swelled maturely out to the rear. But he also contacted somewhere else, which made me go wild with lust. As his tongue probed my asshole, I rotated my butt and pushed it back at him. What an incredible experience the older woman-younger man thing had turned out to be. He now was licking my most forbidden places!
I screamed, moving right to another big O. I tossed my blond hair, swung my hanging tits, and let the marvelous rush overtake me. "Oh. Oh, yeah!"
Again, Bill came away from me, and I turned around. Still fully dressed, he was sitting back on the bedroom floor, looking as though his mind were completely blown.
"Please," he panted, his hand going to his bulging crotch. "Can't I put my dick in you now?"
I was tempted to let him, but I didn't want to spoil our delicious game. "No, dear," I replied. "Not until tomorrow. But let me see your dick. Then you can jack it off for me!"
He fumbled excitedly at his fly, and his hot young tool sprang out and upward. It was then that I knew how right I'd been to do what I'd done. Despite his shyness and his inexperience, he had an absolutely incredible cock! A good eight inches long, thick and iron-hard when erect, it was just made to please himself and me.
"Damn, I do want to fuck that," I laughed. "But I still want you to do as I said. Take it in your hand, young man, and look at my big, naked body. Then stroke it for all you're worth, and get it off!"
Bill did. And soon it was my eyes that were bugging out, as I watched him shoot streams of white jism high into the air!
Mandy paused at that point in her story, which she was telling to me, Jane, as we relaxed in her cabin at the Nevada ranch. But "relaxed" was only an expression, because we were both incredibly turned on! As she lay on the bed, her blond form covered only by a thin nightgown, her hand had strayed between her legs and she was playing with herself. I, too, was stroking my pussy, and I knew that when she was done talking, I'd probably have to fuck her!
But she wasn't done. So I sat back again to listen to what further delights she had to tell.
The next morning (Mandy continued) was the one on which I'd take young Bill's cherry. I hadn't slept the night before just from thinking about it, and I was more than ready. I'd felt a bit guilty about what I was about to do, until I'd reflected that there was something supremely warm and natural about it. My young friend had done all sorts of chores round the house since our last session, so, true to our game, he'd earned the right to fuck me. And he already knew every inch of my mature and sex-charged body, so when the time came we got right down to it!
I lay back naked on my bed while Bill undressed. My huge breasts, which didn't sag despite my forty-plus years, looked like round, white pillows. My belly was smooth and flattened, and my luscious thighs were spread. Best of all, my yellow-furred snatch was wide-open, tingling with anticipation, and simply oozing sex juice.
Bill's naked body was a good one. As he stood over me, he was lean but well-muscled and very appealing. And his best part was that cock of his, which almost looked outsized for the rest of him!
"Now it's time to do the deed with the old gal," I laughed, beckoning him, relieving the tension. "No more of your secret letching, no more of my teasing, and no more saying 'please.' All bets are off now; we're just a man and a woman. Let it all hang out, and fuck me. Damn, it'll be great to have your hot young dick in me at last!"
And it was. Positioning himself over me, sliding his rod right into my sloppy snatch, he broke the ice and began doing the deed for the first time. Although his eyes showed the excitement of his initiation and of who it was with, he was a natural cocksman, just as I'd thought. He supported himself on his strong arms and levered his tool into me with his athletic hips as though he'd been fucking all his life.
My big breasts rolled, my belly tightened, and my wide hips thrust up at him as I returned his action. Faster and faster he pounded me, and I felt us both building to a massive climax. I didn't mind that it would be quick, because we were both so turned on from the teasing of the past couple of days. There'd be plenty of time for long, slow loving later.
Looking into each other's sex-drunk eyes, and by mutual agreement, we let loose, our rhythms being the same. "Oh. Oh, damn!" Bill shouted as his fine dick jerked and pumped strongly inside me. "Oh, yeah! It feels so much better with a woman than doing it myself."
"Oh, yes," I replied, as my white flesh quivered and I took his sperm. "What a good young fellow. There's no turning back now. You went all the way. You put it in me, and you came!"
He pulled out, and we lay there panting and sighing. It was done. I'd fucked him! We were a couple now, and an incredibly sensuous one because of the forbidden aspect of our relationship along with the closeness we shared. From now on, we'd want to affirm what we'd done by fucking all the time!
During the days ahead, Bill and I perfected our exciting little game, too. For example, I might be sitting on the sofa in a casual dress, and I might pull up my skirt, spread my naked legs, and show him my wet pink pussy.
"Want to fuck this?" I'd ask him.
"Sure," he'd reply.
"Well," I'd say, licking my lips and giving him a devilish look, "first you'll have to mow the lawn!"
But at the same time, of course, I was more than a reward for work well done. His biggest and most pleasant job was to service me! One night I was taking a bath, and my young stud was sitting there talking to me. His hungry eyes took in my slick and soapy breasts, my shapely, drawn-up legs, and whatever else he could see of my voluptuous form. Again, it was wild to be so intimate with someone half my age. He even got naked along with me, at which point his dick appeared, fully hard and throbbing. Yes, he did like to watch his old gal take a bath!
"Would you wash my back?" I asked him.
With a smile, he knelt at the side of the tub and soaped and scrubbed me, as I shivered delightedly under his touch. That gave me a wanton idea.
"Would you wash my ass?" I continued.
Bill did that, too, as I moved forward onto my hands and knees in the water and presented him with my twin white globes. I wiggled my hips while he ran the washcloth sensuously over them.
"And my asshole?" I went on. Now I was really being wanton!
I looked encouragingly over my wet shoulder as he moved the cloth into my cleft and began rubbing. But he did even more than that! With one finger, he pushed partway inside me. My young man believed in being thorough!
By now, I was incredibly turned on. What had begun as a simple bath had turned into an experience that was totally off the map. Still, I gave him a sweet, wholesome smile, as though people like us did things like that every day. And that only added to the thrill of it.
"I could ask you to wash my pussy," I concluded.
"And I sure would!" he exclaimed.
"But," I finished, "we're way beyond that. I'd much rather have you fuck it!"
Splashing into the water on his knees behind me, he had his dick in me in a minute. My wet body thrilled and rocked back at him as he thrust strongly. Some guys might like a lean, athletic female partner, but for this young fellow it was a big, mature blond like me. He ran his hands avidly over my slick, arching back, my tensing ass, and my hanging breasts. I grabbed onto the water faucet and squeezed it like it was his cock.
"Oh, yes, Bill," I moaned. "Do it to me now. Wash out my pussy, but with your dick! Give me all you've got. Oh, yes!"
"Okay, Mandy," he responded. "I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you good!"
And he did. Soon I felt a marvelous orgasm building in me. Maybe because I was in the water, it broke like an ocean wave, carrying me and everything else before it. I shuddered and shook and ground my wet pussy against his base, getting everything I could out of it.
"Oh. Oh, damn!" I shrieked. "Oh, this is great. Oh!"
Then he pulled out, and I looked back under my sexy self to see his fine dick shooting. Long streams of hot white jism fell into the bath water, looking like an exotic kind of liquid soap. They swirled around there until they finally dissolved. Damn, it was great to fuck in the tub!
"Oh, wow!" Bill gasped when he was done. From being a shy virgin, he'd certainly come, or cum, a long way with me as his mature tutor. Then we finished the bath, toweled off, and went to bed and snuggled in each other's arms. There was some of that to our relationship, too.
But one of our finest times was still ahead. I had showed Bill my portfolio of nude poses, but, of course, I'd also been a stripper and acted in erotic films. One afternoon, when we were relaxing in the living room, he became curious about those as well.
"Would you strip for me, Mandy?" he asked. "I mean, if you still have them, with the tassels and the g-string and everything like that."
"I'll do something just as good," I replied, getting up and going to the hall closet. "I'll give you your own private screening of some movies you've never seen before!"
Whereupon, with him helping, I set up an old projector and screen. I'd meant to get the movies converted to video, but I never had. Then I closed the drapes, sat next to him on the sofa, and started the show. And because I knew he'd do it anyway when he saw what was ahead, I took off my clothes, then put one of his hands on my ample bosom and the other in my yellow-furred crotch!
The first movie, a short one, was of a straight strip. It had been made in a New York loft by a guy who filmed all of the famous exotic dancers and some kinkier things to boot. It showed a younger me going from a sequined gown all the way down to bare tits and a little jeweled triangle over my pussy, gyrating my hips and showing acres of smooth young flesh to the camera. I teased every step of the way, too, un-like the modern women who started out naked and didn't even dance.
"Wow!" Bill exclaimed when the reel had run its course. "Your body was good, but like I said, it's even better now." He looked over at me. "And your tits are just as firm and round, but twice as big!"
"Thank you, sir," I replied, giving those tits a shake. He was a young man after my own heart! "But wait until you see what I have to show you next."
I changed reels and rejoined him on the sofa. Then I, and I in the movie, proceeded to blow his mind.
In this film, in which I appeared with a number of the pioneer erotic stars of the 1970s, I played a biker girl who took on two well-hung guys. I was wearing only cut-off denim shorts and a studded leather vest, and as the action went on I lost the shorts! Now the viewer could see my firm white ass, my downy yellow pussy hair, and my swelling thighs. It was highly exciting that I was wearing only the vest, too, with my big boobs sticking out, including my hard red nipples.
Then I lay down on a couch and took on the two guys. Watching it twenty years later, at first I was surprised by the zest with which I did so, as I smilingly took one fellow's cock between my ruby red lips and the other's into my juicy snatch. But, I reflected, to my credit I was just as zesty now!
"Oh, wow!" my present companion, Bill, exclaimed more loudly when he saw that. "Not many people have a record of such an intimate thing as fucking to look at years later."
"Yes," I replied, as I too became wildly turned on from watching my younger self fuck. "But it's more than a record, isn't it? As they say, that was then, but this is now. As long as you're alive, you're as good as ever!"
Then, smiling and having read each other's mind, Bill and I joined the action on the screen! He stripped down, laid me back on the couch, and slid his dick into me. I, twenty years ago, fucked in the movie, while I, now, fucked for real! Others might have sex while watching videos, but how many could say that they'd done so while watching an old movie of themself? When I made the film, I'd never dreamed that I'd later use it like this!
Bill plunged his cock into me faster and faster, as my huge breasts rolled, my blond head thrashed around, and my wide hips levered up at him. We looked wantonly at each other, then at the screen, then at each other again. Soon I was ready to climax, but I could sense that he was holding off.
"What's the matter?" I panted.
"Oh, nothing," he laughed. "You see, Mandy, I was just timing my orgasm to those guys in the movie.
At last they went off, and so did we. A massive release, just as good as I remembered it being then, wracked my big blond body. Bill, too, gasped and shouted, filling me with one of his copious, youthful loads.
And who was to tell which were more real: he and I now, or they and I back then? The whole thing was so bizarre, and time, in a way, had no meaning. When it came to sex, if you were open to it, into it, and didn't allow yourself to be repressed, it was such a basic and healthy creative force that anything could happen.
Now Mandy paused again in her story.
"There's just one more part, Jane," she said, as she lolled on the bed. But it was getting to be late afternoon at the Nevada ranch, the "Stud Farm," and I was so turned on that I just had to do something about it. I knew that she was, too, and that we had to get it in, or on, before we joined the others for dinner in the main building.
So I took matters in hand. "Let's fuck first," I said boldly. I got up from my chair, laid aside my clothes, and went over and pulled up her nightgown, baring her marvelous body. I'd trusted that she'd have lesbian tendencies as well, given all her experiences, and I was right.
The fulsome blond looked deeply into my eyes, and smiled. "Yes, let's fuck, Jane," she said. "I'm game!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
As she lay on her back on the bed, I came up along Mandy and began to eat her. On my way, I had time to take in her smooth, spread thighs, her luscious pussy, her white belly, and her big breasts like twin mountains beyond. She was so beautiful, and sex was so beautiful, that the whole thing was heartwarming as well as deeply arousing.
With my thumbs and my forefingers, I spread my female partner's labia, stretching her wet pink sex flesh as far as it would go. Now her hard clit was visible, as well as the opening to the center of her being. She had no secrets anymore from my eyes or from my tongue! And the thought that her body was somewhat famous, that she'd actually fucked on camera, inspired me to give her my all.
"Mmmmm," I said, taking some strands of her yellow pussy hair between my teeth and pulling gently on them. My own pussy started to tingle in sympathy as she writhed with pleasure.
"Mmmmm," I went on, pursing my lips and sucking on her clit, which made her thrash around wildly.
"Mmmmm!" I continued, making my tongue hard and darting it into her love hole. When I did that, she clamped her gorgeous thighs tightly on my red head.
I slid my hands under Mandy's beautiful ass and kneaded her flesh as I ate her. Soon, primed as we both were from her sexy tale, I could feel her cumming. Her whole fulsome body tensed as she went through paroxysms of delight. I absolutely buried my face in her quim and lapped up her juices, my nose and my cheeks becoming slippery with them. I reached up and massaged her upright breasts and tweaked her hard nipples, urging her on.
"Oh. Oh, Jane!" she moaned, going through a magnificent orgasm. "Oh. Ohhh!"
Then I moved on up and lay on top of her cushiony, infinitely sex-charged form. There was nothing quite like big, Jayne Mansfield-type blonds when it came to fucking, for a man or for a woman! As I moved up, I ran one of my own full breasts along her hot wet slit, giving her an extra charge with my nipple on her joy button. I licked along her smooth white belly, too, and did a little sucking on her marvelous mams.
"Oh, I could eat you all up!" I exclaimed, gazing wantonly into her equally wanton blue eyes. "I was an English professor, as you know, but you and sex are the best literature of all!"
"Thanks, professor," Mandy laughed. "But you did eat me all up, or out. Now fuck me.
Fuck me good!"
I did, and I didn't even need a dick or a dildo to accomplish it. Right on the verge of cum-ming as we'd both been for hours, it only took the contact of our furry mounds. I pressed my breasts, nipple to nipple, as well as my tightening thighs on hers. Rotating my hips, I ground myself onto her marvelous body and brought us both off in less than a minute.
"Oh. This is incredible!" the big blond screamed now. "It's been ages since I had another woman. It's a whole different feeling!"
Now I knew one reason she'd been telling me her sexy story. She'd been seducing me, of course! But I abandoned myself to a shuddering, shaking climax that ended all thought. After giving her a deep kiss, I rolled off her and collapsed, whimpering happily, on the bed.
Mandy and I slept the deep sleep of the sexually satisfied. When we woke up, it was well past time for dinner and she didn't get a chance to finish her story as she'd said she would. She wanted to, but we were both so hungry from the sex that we had to get dressed and go to the main building to see if any food was left for us. So we walked out into the desert evening, where the air was much cooler and refreshing now.
At the ranch house, Angela greeted us. "We missed you two," she laughed, glancing around at the other dozen or so older women and younger men who were still assembled there. "We thought you must have gotten into some sexy mischief with each other."
"We did," I replied, taking Mandy's hand. "But now, how about some grub?"
She and I ate ravenously while the others retired to the seating area in front of the fireplace. When we joined them, though, Angela, hearing that Mandy's sexy story had been one reason for our delay, insisted that she tell the rest of it in public!
After young Bill and I fucked while watching me in my X-rated movie (Mandy began again), we had the idea of making a new one of our own! So I approached a producer I still knew, since I was living in L.A. at the time and there were plenty of facilities around.
"What a great idea!" the producer responded. "You look so matronly but still wildly attractive, and your male friend is only nineteen. It would be very new and kinky, with an element of the forbidden."
"I'm glad you like the project," I replied, leaning forward and giving him a good view of my cleavage in the low-cut dress I'd worn. "Actually, Bill and I have always loved each other, but if the audience wants to get a kinky charge out of that, it's their money."
So Bill and I went to a film studio early one morning, and we stripped down. I was glad to be back in pictures again, even if it did involve this strange angle, which I was still enough of a career-minded performer to play. But I did love my young stud, and our getting paid for what we did anyway was only a plus.
Bill was amazed by all the preparation that went into making even an erotic movie. He, and especially I, were touched up with body make-up, so that my fulsome flesh was perfectly smooth and white. I wondered how many viewers thought that actresses and centerfolds were really like that. But the makeup brushes on my bare skin wound up turning me on like crazy, and Bill's fine dick was standing up to its full eight inches. He'd be able to perform in front of the camera just fine!
In the movie, I was to play a housewife who was lounging around in the morning after everyone else had left. I was lying on the living room sofa, watching TV and wearing a house dress that had fallen open. My round, cushiony, hard-nippled breasts were exposed, as were my swelling white thighs and my yellow-furred snatch. Thinking sexy thoughts, I had let my hand stray between my legs and was beginning to finger my clit and shudder dreamily.
The action started, the camera rolled, and I began to masturbate in earnest. The cinematographer moved in for a close-up of my moistening pubes while I separated my labia and gave him a good shot of pink. It wasn't acting anymore, of course, and the fact that I was being photographed added to my genuine thrill. If I could share my sexual pleasure with others, then so much the better.
Then, according to the script and dressed again for the movie, Bill came in the front door of the set. He had apparently forgotten something, and was shocked but highly aroused to find me the way I was. At first, I made to cover myself up, but my own impulse was just too strong.
As the camera kept rolling, I kept diddling myself. I even varied the action by taking hold of one of my huge breasts, lifting it, and sucking on my big red nipple. As Bill watched, his hand involuntarily went to his crotch. We both began panting and heaving, and our eyes became locked together. Those sex-drunk eyes showed that we had forgotten who we were.
"Why don't you take it out and play along?" I said, according not only to the script, but also to the way I really felt. "That won't hurt anything."
"Okay," he replied. Then he freed his fine schlong and began to stroke it.
"Hell, why don't you put it in me, too?" I went on.
"Okay," he said again. Then he was over me, his hips were between my spread legs, and with only a moment's hesitation he was sliding his throbbing length where he'd always secretly wanted to be.
Bill and I fucked like crazy, so well that the director and the cameraman only had to sit back and film it. It was in missionary position, but the intensity we brought to it gave a whole new meaning to the word! It was as though, like the people here at the ranch, we were missionaries of a whole new sexual thing. I held onto his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him for dear life, absolutely loving to take his young dick inside me.
"Oh. Oh, damn!" I moaned, my big breasts rolling around and my white flesh quivering. "Oh, fuck me, lover. Put it in to the hilt. Give me everything you've grown there between your legs. Fuck me!"
"Oh, I don't believe I'm doing this," he responded avidly. "It's like I've broken through a barrier. It's a whole new thing! Damn, the women my age are nothing like you!"
While mostly capturing our wild coupling from a side view, the cameraman took close-ups as well. He zeroed in on our joined pubes, catching Bill's rigid cock sliding between my labia, which were moving in and out on it, holding it tightly. Some people preferred that more be left to the imagination, I knew. But as far as I was concerned, even the most intimate parts of a person were natural and beautiful, not to mention exciting, and you might as well let it all hang out indeed. He also caught our straining faces and our looks of bliss, which were becoming more and more intense as we built to a climax.
"Oh. Ohhh!" I shrieked as I hit mine, being very vocal, wriggling my ample body around and hamming it up for the camera. "Oh, yeah. Ahhh!" But I really did feel it, too.
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Oh, wow!" my young stud echoed, being dramatic as well. Faster and faster he fucked me, until we both were dissolving in a mind-bending orgasm.
Then the camera moved in for a "cum shot," and while I wasn't in a position to see it, I knew it was a real gusher. As he'd been coached, and as I knew it was difficult for guys to have the presence of mind to do under the circumstances, Bill pulled his pulsating dick out of me at the last minute and shot into the air. As I collapsed in a post-coital paradise, I had visions of him pumping long white ribbons all over the couch!
"Cut. That was fabulous!" the director exclaimed when at last we were done. "It's a whole new dimension of erotic cinema."
"Thanks," I replied, as I got my bounteous body up off the couch and rubbed my well-fucked pussy. "Hey, Bill," I concluded, feeling absolutely and healthily shameless. "Now, when we want to ball to an X-rated movie, it can be to our own!"
The film was distributed, and it got a lot of favorable comments. It even attracted some people who wanted to see my young stud and me perform a live sex act! Some might call that decadent, but we were so turned on by the idea, and by each other, that we went ahead and did it.
Our little show took place in the huge living room of a mansion in Beverly Hills. About forty people, including some women and even some other older-younger couples, had gathered there. The host, who had paid us a small fortune, told them exactly who we were, after which we took off our clothes. Then Bill ran his young hands all over my mature, voluptuous body.
Some of the more innocent people gasped. "He's touching her naked breasts!" they said in disbelief. "He's touching her pussy!"
We went on to pretend to dance. As we embraced, my lover's cock sprang up between my legs and rubbed along my slippery slit. We moved together, dry-humping, my huge breasts pressed against his chest and my full white ass shifting sexily with his hands on it.
"Oh, my!" the onlookers said again. "They're in full contact, and look at where his dick is. That's getting just too close for comfort!"
To their speechless amazement, Bill laid me down on a sofa and positioned his hips between my quivering thighs. Placing his cock tip at my entrance, he paused for a moment to give the crowd a tantalizing look.
Then, with a triumphant expression on his young face, he drove into me! Several of the audience ran out of the room, and one woman fainted from shock. But those who stayed were completely swept away by the whole concept of what we were doing, and in a positive way. Of course, they were also wildly turned on! So we proceeded to give them a sex show they wouldn't soon forget.
After fucking in missionary position for a little while, we shifted around so that Bill was lying down and I was riding his big dick with my back to him. That posture gave full play to my mature, overblown body as seen from the front. My luscious thighs were tensed, my ass quivered as it met his gut, and my spread pussy slid squishily on his upright rod as I moved up and down.
Best of all, though, were my gigantic tits. They thrust forward to their full size, bouncing rhythmically, their hard nipples pointing like arrows. As I threw back my blond head, closed my eyes, and abandoned myself to that joyful, forbidden public fuck, the onlookers must have become hypnotized by the motion of my marvelous tit-flesh. All I knew was that my boobs ached pleasantly, with almost as much wild sensation in them as my pussy had.
Bill and I kept on like that for a long time. Opening my eyes, I saw that a few couples were not only watching, but had stripped down and were balling along with us. We'd started an orgy, too! Now not only could people fuck along with the film we'd made, but they could also do it with the real thing. The combinations were endless when it came to sex. But suddenly I felt myself cumming.
"Oh. Oh, yes!" I shouted lustily, as an amazingly strong orgasm went through me. It started in my pussy, of course, but then it surged outward to every inch of my smooth and quivering white flesh, to my aching nipples and my clenched fingers and toes. Raising one hand to my mouth, I bit at my tight fist, while I plunged my other hand between my legs and fingered my spasming clit, helping myself along. My whole voluptuous, naked body must have looked its absolute best, as anyone's must when they're at the moment of ultimate fulfillment. And my orgasm was so strong that it even seemed to radiate outward into the room, inspiring similar climaxes in the other couples who were fucking.
A lot of people were shouting with release now, and it was made even stronger by the breaking of old ways of thinking. But they shouted even more when young Bill went off, which he soon did.
"Oh. Oh. I'm cumming!" he gasped from behind me. "Get off me, Mandy. Give me some strokes!"
I did just that, raising up and grabbing his throbbing dick so that it stood up along my belly. And, with a few strokes of my hand along its slippery length, I got it off indeed.
Once more my young stud pumped volumes. His white jets shot high into the air, passing as if on target right between my thrusting breasts. I was even able to catch a few of them in my mouth and swallow them down!
But one jaded onlooker insisted that, considering who we were, I get some of the sperm inside me. So, with a smile and a shrug of my shoulders, I scooped some up from the puddle on the sofa and stuck it up my shameless twat.
Afterward (Mandy concluded), we and the audience sat around and talked for a while. In addition to its being the ultimate turn-on, they had a real interest in what Bill and I had done.
But when he and I got back to my house, we decided that the world wasn't truly ready for our brand of love. And we longed to leave the theatrical part of it behind for a time, and to use the money we'd made to find a shelter for it where we could pursue it in peace. We wanted to affirm what we'd found, to take it wherever it led emotionally, and, quite frankly, to explore every position and orifice free from outside, prying eyes.
The next week, we heard about this ranch (Mandy said), and here we are. Because one of these young studs, of course, is Bill!
When Mandy had finished her long tale, I, Jane, could hardly believe what had suddenly crossed my mind. Of course, she was an exhibitionist and a narcissist in her telling, as so many of us were. But there was something else.
"Then you mean.. . ? " I asked, looking anew at Mandy, then to Angela.
"Yes, in a few instances that's the case," our leader smilingly replied. "Because Mandy wasn't exactly truthful as to who Bill is!"
"But," Angela went on, while I recovered, "there is a natural tendency toward such relationships, so we protect them just as we do the less direct kind. As a psychologist, I can recognize the closeness that leads to them, and I don't call it decadent at all."
I didn't really need convincing. I was so far from being the conservative university professor I'd once been that it seemed like another lifetime.
Then, as if to confirm what she'd been telling me and now the larger group, Mandy suggested that we all see her and Bill's movie. It was on tape by now, and she punched it up on a big TV that was in one corner of the room. While I almost felt that I'd seen it before, it was even sexier and more hypnotic than she'd described it. Yes, there was a definite mystique to the older woman-younger man thing, not to mention the wonderful rhythms that she and young Bill shared, in the act, due to their closeness.
Then, to cap off the evening, she and Bill fucked live for us!
CHAPTER NINE
Mandy told us more about the world of erotic film. She said that still photos of nudes had been taken practically as soon as the camera had been invented, and that the same thing had gone for movies. As early as the turn of the century, too, actual sex acts had been filmed. These "blue movies" or "stag films" had been shown privately at men's gatherings, and had declined in quality as the years had gone on. Then "loops" or "skin flicks," often with a nudist colony theme, had begun to be shown in arcades and specialized theaters. With the coming of the sexual revolution in the 1960s, to include such phenomena as topless dancing, these movies had taken on an explicitly erotic nature. And it hadn't been long until, in the 1970s, actual sex had been depicted in publicly shown films. There were few such theaters now, but that was only because of the video revolution. Now there were thousands of X-rated tapes available for home viewing, more than ever before.
That was all very well. But, though she was an ideal and extreme example of the older woman-younger man phenomenon, I found my attention diverted from Mandy and her experiences. That was because one couple left the Stud Farm, and a brand new one arrived to occupy their cabin.
"Say hello to Chita and Ramon," Angela said to our group in the main room one evening, after a full day of work and pleasure in the Nevada sunshine. We saw a dark-haired pair who were built like herself, the woman slender and in her late thirties, the guy a classic, lean, nineteen-year-old stud.
"Their situation is different from yours," our leader continued, turning to me, Jane, and my main lover, Sal. "You two were a couple when you came here, while to be frank about it, Chita and Ramon haven't even fucked yet. But they'd like to, and they need our support."
"Well, we'll certainly give it to them," I said, assuming the leadership role that Angela seemed to want me to play sometimes. Without any further ado, I put my hands on the shoulders of the shy pair, and began.
Chita was wearing a simple black dress, and Ramon had on a T-shirt and jeans. I had them embrace each other, which they tentatively did. Then I told them to kiss. They obeyed, but only with a peck on the mouth and a light brushing of cheeks.
"Come on, let's have a real kiss," I urged them. "Run your tongue around inside her teeth. Stick your tongue down his throat!"
They did that, and I could see that the sexual element was entering in. So I moved their embracing hands lower, until they were grasping each other's ass. Then I pushed them together so that her mound was pressing on his visibly engorging cock.
"See, that isn't so bad," I told them, getting a sexy pleasure out of what I was doing. "You're just a man and a woman after all, doing what comes naturally." I paused. "Now take off her dress."
His young hands trembling, Ramon did, and Chita's fine, slender body came into view. She was wearing only black thong panties, so I and the others gathered around could see nearly everything. She had clear olive skin, high round breasts with hard brown nipples, a tummy that was very flat for a woman in her late thirties, and smooth, firm buns. In fact, she looked physically almost as young as her nineteen-year-old lover-to-be, which must have been another reason why they were attracted.
"Now touch her breasts," I told Ramon. "You know you want to."
"Yes, but I never have," he replied. "In fact, I've only seen them bare once before, and that was by accident." He turned to Chita. "Are you sure it's okay?"
She gave him a wild look, probably feeling emboldened by our support, indeed. "Oh, you might as well touch them," she said. "That won't do any harm."
He did, warming to his task. Soon he was massaging her fine tits, and even bending over and sucking at her nipples. That did look very natural, just as it would be for him to be inside her.
But I had to take them farther. "Now feel her naked ass," I said. "And from there, it's just one small step to move your hand around in front and touch her pussy."
And one giant leap, I thought! He did what I asked, though, until his hand was slipping down inside her black panties and cupping her snatch. Through the cloth, I could even see him sliding his middle finger between her moistening labia.
Chita looked astounded and emotionally agitated. "He's touching me there!" she cried. "And I'm enjoying every minute of it!"
"Of course you're enjoying it," I told her. "And why shouldn't you? Now get your partner naked, and go right for his dick!"
Her hands shaking, she did fumble for his fly. The suspense was getting to all of us, but it also provided a huge turn-on. Finally, throwing caution to the wind, she just shucked off his T-shirt, unhitched his jeans, pulled them and his briefs down and stripped him totally naked. He had a fine, lean body, olive-skinned like her own, and a strong young rod that stood up toward her.
Chita's dark eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and she actually slobbered when she saw his cock. "Ohh," she panted. "The sex has taken over! I just can't help myself anymore. I've got to have this!"
"Then have it," I said. "Let the sex take over; it's only natural. Take his dick in your hands. Get down on your knees and suck it!"
Now it was Ramon who was a little hesitant, but she wouldn't be denied. She reached out and held his member, at first shyly but then with more assurance. After that, she slowly sank to her knees. Looking lovingly up at him, she put out her tongue and touched it to his tip. Then she took his cockhead between her full red lips and began to work it around. Soon, massaging his balls as she did so, she took his shaft deeply into her mouth and began to bob her dark head up and down. She might have sucked him the rest of the way off if I hadn't stepped in.
"That was very good," I said, easing Chita off his cock and to her feet. "But you really want to fuck him, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted, nodding slowly. "Yes!"
"And you, Ramon?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," he echoed. "I'm ready now."
I smiled. "So do it!" Then I pushed them together again, so that his dick slid right between her firm thighs and along her hot, dripping slit.
The look on her face when that happened was amazing. She was so close to fucking him and she still wasn't perfectly sure about it, but she knew she would. It reminded me of another photo session big Mandy had told me about, when she was to pose with a guy's cock right at her pussy. Before long, they wound up fucking for real, and why not?
But with Chita and Ramon, I prolonged the delicious suspense one moment longer. Leading them to a couch, while the others watched, I had her lie back on it and spread her legs.
"Lick her first," I told him, urging him down between her juicy thighs. "Give her some head."
And, as she writhed in a tantalizing mixture of feelings, he did. Suddenly privy to her most intimate parts, he tasted them wantonly. He ran his tongue along her slippery seam, then settled it on her clit. She made to push his head away, but in the end she held it closer.
"Oh, my," Chita whimpered. "I shouldn't. I shouldn't. But I should!"
"Damn right!" I laughed. "You've gone too far to turn back now. You're here with people like you cheering you on, and tonight all bets are off!"
Still, she and Ramon got cold feet again, when it came to the actual, mind-bending insertion of cock into pussy. But I had an idea that might ease them into it.
"Get up and run around," I told them. "Be playful, and then see what happens. Sometimes treating the forbidden as lighthearted fun is an even bigger turn-on than taking it seriously, too."
One more time they did as I said. And it worked! They romped around the big room, laughing and grabbing at each other's naked body, until Chita tripped and fell back onto the couch again, with Ramon on top of her. And, as if by fate, his rigid member accidentally slid right into her hot, wet hole!
"Whoops!" he exclaimed when he saw what had happened. "Oh, wow!"
"Oh, yes," she gasped in return, the ice finally having been broken, looking like she'd go crazy. But she soon recovered, and smiled wantonly. "I guess there is no turning back now!"
And there certainly wasn't. Already her lean, athletic stud was levering his fine rod rhythmically into her, going for a strong, quick climax. Her hips bucked back up at him, too, while her round breasts bobbed. Seemingly joined mentally above as well as spiritually below, they gazed into each other's dark eyes with a look of deep understanding.
Having begun at last, they fucked as only two people as close as they were could. There was something perfect about it, their similar bodies being joined in that way for the first time.
As we others watched, there in the big main room of the Nevada ranch, that couple who had made their fantasy real was a wild fucking couple, pure and simple. I didn't know when I'd ever seen such a lean, tan, athletic pair, or one going at it so beautifully. There wasn't an ounce of excess flesh on either of their bodies, and one could especially see every inch of his dick sliding between her wet pink labia.
"Go. Go. Go!" we actually urged them, gathering around, in particular at their feet, for a better look. Sal and Hal even good-naturedly shouted, "Cum. Cum. Cum!" It did seem to help Chita and Ramon to be performing for us, to be making their kinky thing shamelessly public in our sheltered community.
And they did cum, soon enough! His big dick pumped, and what must have been an absolute gusher of hot white jism shot into her. There was so much that it oozed back out around his rod, which was still plunging away. A look of passion filled her dark eyes when she felt his stuff going inside her.
"Oh, no. Oh, yes. Ohhh!" Chita moaned, instinctively pushing Ramon away while at the same time shuddering with the arrival of her orgasm. At last she hugged him with her arms and legs, almost lifting herself off the couch, and let nature take its course.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Ahhh!" her young stud shouted, plunging so deeply as almost to bury himself in her, riding his climax all the way. "Oh, we did it. Ahhh!"
He slid slowly out of her, inch by slippery inch. She wanted to have him gone but at the same time wanted to keep him. Chita's mixed emotions would be delicious, I thought, if she'd only completely give in to them.
"Just enjoy it," I urged her. "Enjoy this forbidden sex. The beauty of it is that it's warm, loving, and harmless, yet it can also be thought of as kinky."
But still she lay there, looking worriedly down between her breasts at her dark-furred, well-fucked pussy. "Oh, what have I done, Jane?" she asked, her second thoughts becoming strong again. "I'm actually full of his cum! And it was my responsibility."
My next words turned out to be a credit to Angela, our leader, and to my new life in general. "If it will make you feel any better," I said with a smile, "I'll take the responsibility for getting you two lovers together physically. And as for what you've done, well, I'd just say you've fucked!"
That finally did it. And as for relationships, we weren't asking, but we could guess. In fact, it did everything to confirm Chita's matronly yet lean-bodied sexuality. As Ramon got up and left her, and without any jealousy on his part, she began to look around at some of the other youthful studs. For the first time, she seemed to see the possibilities presented by such an able-bodied, able-cocked "harem!" Besides, she was still lying naked on the couch, on her back with her legs spread.
"Oh, damn," she sighed at last. "I might as well give in to the way I, and my pussy, feel. Why don't I take a couple more of you on?"
We were all deeply gratified, and a couple of dark-haired hunks who stood closest weren't slow to oblige her. They quickly stripped down, their dicks springing up strongly before her widening eyes. Such sights, I noted with approval, weren't that unusual in our little community.
Wriggling sexily, like the healthily primitive being she was now, Chita reached out and took a strong male member in each hand. She, too, had gone all the way to sexual freedom. But before she proceeded, Angela had a further idea.
"Here, put this on," our leader said to her, having gone to a closet and come back with a short dress covered with gold sequins. "I think it will add a little something."
Chita stood up and did, and the effect was electric. The dress ended just above her pubes, showing her wet red slit and her soggy black fur, not to mention her round, firm cheeks in back. Above, it was cut so low that her high, round breasts were pushed up and even her hard brown nipples were peeping out.
"Wow," one of her young lovers-to-be observed, gazing at her exposed parts below. "The idea of fucking a woman up under her dress has always gotten to me."
"Then why don't you do that?" the other stud stated agreeably, looking at her attractive face. "Me, I wish she'd use those sensuous lips!"
So Chita got onto the couch again, but this time on her hands and knees, and with a young stud kneeling at either end of her. She looked marvelous there, with her pussy showing pink and asking for it, and her mouth open and looking hungry. Her back was arched, her firm, teasingly exposed breasts were pointing downward, and her smooth, olive-skinned arms and legs were as tight as a nineteen-year-old's.
The guy in back of her got started first. He began by running his hard dick over her rump, between the stretched hem of her gold dress and her hot, bare flesh. Then he slid his swollen balls down along her cleft, followed by his cock tip, which excitingly brushed her other opening. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it teasingly over her wet seam, settling on her sensitive clit.
"Oh, don't make me beg for it!" Chita squealed, wiggling her butt wantonly at him. "All right, I'll beg. Fuck me, stud. Put it in me. Please!"
With a grin, he did. Just as he'd started out slowly, now he ran his tool into her tight sleeve up to the hilt in one smooth stroke. It went so deep that it made her gasp, but soon she began to move strongly back onto him. As he held her slender hips in his hands, they got into a fine rhythm, lost in the beautiful world of free, all-out fucking.
Then things got started at the other end. The guy at her head held his dick tip a fraction of an inch away from her mouth, as if asking her to do something with it. And Chita did! Much more surely than she had Ramon's, she took his throbbing meat in and started blowing it. I could see its outline on her pretty cheek as she sucked hard, forming her lips to it. Even though she'd been hesitant with her main lover, I could tell that she was no stranger to the fine art of giving head!
In the sequined gold dress, her body rocked back and forth, writhing sinuously at the same time. "Mmmmm," she said, finding herself absolutely and happily stuffed with cock. "Mmmmm!" She'd become a total convert to our liberated way of thinking.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh!" the guy behind her grunted, obviously delighted to have his dick being seized by her tight channel.
"Oh. Yeah. Oh, yeah!" the other guy echoed, his rod being worked on by her equally tight mouth. There was nothing loose or old about this lean and athletic thirty-something charmer!
Then, as the rest of us watched once more, the three of them came together. Two dicks jerked and pumped, two young male heads were thrown back in ecstasy, and the orifices of one sexy older woman were suddenly filled with love fluid. It was, after all, everything that our little group was about.
Afterward, Chita and the two young studs sat up on the couch with her between them. Each guy had a strong hand on one of her firm thighs, and with the other hand each grasped one of her high, hard-nippled breasts. She seemed pleased to be the center of attention.
"This is the way things ought to be," the black-haired lovely reflected, quivering happily under their touch. "We're just three people, three pleasure-seeking bodies. But the exciting thing about it is that we're twenty years apart in age, not to mention excitingly different in sex."
"See, I told you so," Angela chuckled, walking over and stroking her newest convert's pretty head. Although she'd said that she wasn't a cult leader, at that moment she did look like an Astarte, an ancient sex goddess, to me. She was, at least, the modern priestess and psychologist of older woman-younger man fucking.
"And there are many things to be gained from what we're doing here," our dark-haired leader went on. "For one, we're matching up people at their sexual peaks. For another, we experienced older women, with our superior knowledge of the world and of sex, are grooming our young men for better love with other partners. And for another, we're keeping ourselves young."
Then she paused, and looked around at our lustful little crowd. "But most importantly," she laughed, "and un-like some fat fucks I know, we're having fun!"
After that, Chita and Ramon went off to their cabin, eager to get to know each other better yet. Hal and Sal drifted off with the big blonde, Mandy, probably having been inspired to duplicate the wild threesome they'd just seen. And Mandy's Bill retired with a gray-haired woman of fifty, surely to find out just how well-preserved she was.
I, Jane, also walked out through the cool desert night to my bed. I'd decided to sleep alone that night, to rest my sex and my mind as well. What I'd seen and done recently had been heady stuff, and I wondered if I wasn't going too far. If the truth be known, I felt like an old trooper, a person whose only pursuit in life was sex. And I had a few doubts as to whether that state of affairs was real.
But then I recalled an exchange from an old movie.
"You only want one thing," a beautiful woman said to her lover.
"Yes," he replied. "But what a lovely thing that is!"
That was the way it was with me. And what we had at the little colony in Nevada was honest and real, at least as much so as the world outside. As far as we did go with sex, it was still a positive, life-giving thing.
So I drifted off to sleep, listening to the desert sounds and the moans of pleasure from neighboring cabins, feeling safe and loved. As usual, I had dreams of the evening's fucking, whether I'd been involved in it or had just observed as tonight. This time, the image that stuck most in my mind was that of Chita and Ramon joined by their dark eyes, then by a deep kiss, then chest to naked chest, and then, amazingly given who they surely were, by their loins. That was an image that would stay with me for a long time.
Yes, I felt safe and loved. In the morning, however, I had a proverbial rude awakening. Rising before the others, Angela crept into my cabin and into my bed. But it wasn't to make lesbian love, though we'd probably do that, too. It was to tell me, as the trusty lieutenant that I had become, about some problems at the old Stud Farm!
CHAPTER TEN
"As is the case with a lot of things in the 1990s," Angela began, "the problem concerning the ranch is money." She was surprisingly business-like, given her physical and spiritual bent, not to mention the fact that we were lying naked in bed together!
"You see, Jane, I've been too generous," the slender brunette went on. "Not all of the seekers who came here could afford to pay, so I gave them a free ride. And now I'm way behind on the mortgage payments, and I'm faced with foreclosure."
When I heard that, I sat up in shock, my large breasts breaking free of the sheets and my tousled red hair shaking. The prospect of having our little paradise invaded or taken away was a rude awakening, indeed.
"While I've kept the problem a secret from the others and even from you until now, Jane," Angela concluded, "I've already tried everything I know to solve it. Quite frankly, I've even fucked the guy at the bank, like the old cliche. He's held off for a while, but now there's nothing more he can do."
I put my arm around my friend and gave the matter some thought. Then, maybe because I'd just awakened, a wild idea crossed my mind. We were, after all, only a few miles from Las Vegas, the gambling capital of the world. And we were already outlaws of a sort, with our older woman-younger man "religion."
"We need to try a scam," I said, feeling inwardly amazed that I, as a former conservative university professor, was thinking along those lines. "And this is my plan."
Before I went any farther, though, I used the bedside phone to call up Mandy and have her join us. The big blond sex goddess arrived, looking sleepy-eyed and mildly surprised to see Angela and me together. But she took off her robe and got in the king-size bed, too, her smooth white flesh radiating warmth.
"Here's the deal," I continued, after having explained to our new arrival the dire straits concerning the ranch. "We find a bunch of high rollers who will pay to see you and Bill, with your special relationship, put on a sex show. That alone will raise some money."
I paused. "But then we take big bets that you won't go all the way and fuck. We know that you will, of course, so we'll make a bundle."
Mandy thought for a moment, then smiled. "Sure, why not? It's nothing Bill and I haven't done before, and it's for a good cause. I'm game!"
So she, Angela, and I talked over the details, feeling much better about the prospects for the ranch. And, when we were done, we felt so much better that not only did Angela and I make love, but the luscious blond also joined us for a wild three-way.
We threw off the covers, laying the big mattress bare like a stage. Angela and I started off by putting Mandy between us and tending to her huge white breasts. Each of us licked one of her thick red nipples to hardness, after which we played our tongues all over her smooth tit flesh. She writhed around, closing her blue eyes and moaning softly.
Then we moved lower. Running our hands over her sexy belly, each of us settled on one of her swelling thighs, squeezing it gently. That made her yellow-furred pussy start to cream, as evidenced by the appearance of a drop of clear fluid between her labia. My, it was nice work making lesbian love to that mature, 1950s-style blond!
Her snatch beckoned to us, and we went for it. Angela took hold of one of her labia and I the other, and we tugged her open to the hot, wet pink. We fingered her clit and poked into her love hole, which made her big body buck and heave.
"Oh, you two!" Mandy moaned, in her high, very feminine voice. "You're driving me crazy. I've never had two such wanton broads work on me like this before!"
"Well, we're getting pretty hot, too," I replied. "So let's get into a position where we can all scratch our itch!"
Then the three of us got up onto our hands and knees. We must have presented a pretty picture there, with our heavy tits hanging and our crotches shamelessly exposed. Any man entering the cabin at that point would have become instantly erect and would have been hard put not to join us. Women, I knew, could be even more raunchy than men once we were aroused.
Just for fun, we wrestled around for a while before we got down to business. Angela and I squared off, reared up like Amazons, and grasped each other's shoulders. We flexed our muscles, pretending to try to throw our partner down on the bed and then really trying to. It seemed especially fitting for strong, mature women to play that way. Our big breasts shook nakedly, our bellies, asses, and thighs tightened, our faces strained and our hair flew.
"Wow!" Mandy exclaimed as she watched us. "That really takes me back. The guy in New York who made a movie of me stripping made films like that, too, but the women were in underwear, not totally nude!"
Being heavier, I soon wrestled Angela to the mattress, just as I'd done playing with Sal in the desert. Apparently my liberated life, which had begun with ideas and moved on to sex, also included being a tough, combative "broad"! Facing her, I sat on her lower chest and held down her arms as she bucked under me and kicked her shapely legs. We were smiling at each other, but we were getting a serious charge out of what we were doing. And it didn't hurt that Angela's shaking tits were rubbing on my pussy and thighs!
"Okay, Jane, you win," she said. "You can let me up now."
"Then stop kicking," I replied teasingly.
"No, I won't," she challenged.
"All right," I responded. "Then I guess I'll have to sit on your face!"
To the surprise of everyone, including myself, I moved on up and did that. Now I had my wet, wide-open pussy right on Angela's mouth! Her nose was nestled in my soft red fur, and her dark eyes were looking up at me. I gazed down between my proudly thrusting breasts at her, feeling amazed to be in that superior position.
"Well, you've got me now," she mumbled around my pubes. "But I guess I won't complain. I can just start our little three-way by eating your tasty twat!"
My, but we were getting raunchy! I couldn't think about that, though, because of the expert way my female friend was giving me head. The room and everything in it seemed to disappear as I abandoned myself to her mouth work. She did my clit well and darted her tongue into my opening, making her tongue incredibly long and hard, almost like a cock. My juices flowed freely, coating her lips and cheeks. I raised my arms and twined my fingers in my red hair, which lifted my breasts and made them thrust out farther. Damn, I was one prodigious woman!
"Oh!" I shouted, as Angela ate me faster and even squeezed my ass to bring me along. "Oh, you're going to make me cum. Make me cum. Oh!"
"Mmmmm," she hummed, as her tongue penetrated me unbelievably deeply. "Mmmmm!"
Then, as if that wasn't enough, Mandy got into the act. She straddled Angela below and behind me, surely grinding her pussy onto hers. But what I knew for sure was that she reached around and squeezed my tits, then plunged her fingers down and helped Angela do my pussy. Thank goodness for such good friends!
I came then, and boy, did I cum! An orgasm so strong that it almost made me faint surged up through my heaving body. My head swam, my tits shook, my nipples ached, and my belly felt like it was on a wonderful kind of fire. I clamped my haunches so tightly onto Angela's head that Mandy had to pull me off her. As it was, I practically drowned her in a flood of my honey.
"Oh, God!" I sighed as I went through that incredibly satisfying, incredibly draining orgasm.
At last I came down to earth. And I was happy to see that Mandy and Angela had climaxed, too. Mandy had been so primed by our stroking of her that it had only taken her touching her pussy to Angela's to make her go off like a shot. And as for our leader, who wouldn't have cum in the position she was in?
I got off Angela, and we rested for a while. But we weren't done yet! The great thing about our brand of free, real, all-out sex was that it didn't make you tired and dreamy. It just made you sharper and ready for more! We had cultivated our sexual selves to a point where we were insatiable, I realized. But there were a lot worse things to be that way about!
A blond, a brunette, and a redhead, we three mature and voluptuous women squared off on the bed again. This time, though, it was in a circle on our sides, with our pretty faces at each other's clean, delicious rear. Since Angela had already eaten me, it only seemed right that I had my lips between her firm round ass cheeks, on her dark-furred quim. In turn, she was burrowing into Mandy's blond box, and that sex goddess was tasting me. Our juicy thighs clamped tightly on each other's head as we really got into it. The ranch was dedicated to older woman-younger man sex, but it was also a lesbo heaven!
Holding onto each others' buns or thighs for dear life, we licked, tongued, and slurped to our hearts' delight. We knew that there was nothing wrong with sex, and everything that was right. Our own tingling pubes inspired us to eat more avidly, and that continued right around the circle. We were lost in a wonderful, feminine world of our own.
We all came again, softly and happily. "Mmmmm!" we went. "Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm!" We were just disengaging, licking our lips, when the door of the cabin opened.
At first, it seemed like another rude awakening, and it did make me recall the danger our whole little world of the ranch was in. But instead of being some sheriff or banker threatening foreclosure, it was just the sexy stud duo, blond Hal and my own dark-haired Sal. They'd come to my cabin on the chance that I might want a little morning pick-me-up, as it were.
"Oh! Sorry, ladies," Sal grinned. "We always seem to be breaking in like this. We didn't mean to crash your little party."
"Orgy is more like it," Hal added, taking in our voluptuous female forms. "And, come to think of it, a bigger orgy wouldn't be a bad idea!"
So we welcomed the male company. Insatiable as we'd become, it wasn't unwelcome at all.
The two young studs had to satisfy the three of us women, but they were literally more than up for it. When they stripped off their T-shirts and jeans, their cocks sprang rigidly to attention. In my new life, cocks looked more and more beautiful to me, with their swollen heads, their long, blue-veined shafts, and their throbbing readiness to give me pleasure. I felt as though I could go around with a cock in my itchy pussy all day!
And it didn't take us long to figure out how to fuck. Angela, Mandy, and I arranged ourselves nude in a row on the king-size bed, on our hands and knees. In that position, our generous, hard-nippled breasts hung shamelessly, our velvety backs were arched, and our luscious asses wiggled in the air. Our snatches were wide open, showing their tender pink petals, and our fur was already soggy from our all-woman encounter. As we looked wantonly back over our shoulders, we must have looked like a wildly fuckable trio.
"Damn, you older women!" Sal laughed, as he and Hal went to their knees behind us. "You're always ready, and always in your prime. You keep us young studs on our toes!"
"Yes," Angela replied. "There's no rest for the weary. We suck all the jism out of you! But you can make more, and you do have to earn your keep. So service us. Give us your meat!"
The youthful twosome did. Angela and Mandy were to my left, and the guys thrust deeply into them. Soon my female friends were rocking back and forth, their eyes glazed with lust and their hair and breasts swinging, their pussies making a squishy sound as they took cock. Their smooth flesh quivered, and they began to build to a climax.
"Hey, how about me?" I complained. My hole felt so aching and empty, and I was actually rocking back and forth too, pretending to fuck with nothing in me.
"Don't worry, Jane," Sal replied. "We've got you covered." Then to Hal he said, "Move down. Switch!"
With hardly any interruption to their sexy motion, the two guys did. Sal had been in Angela and Hal in Mandy, so now the dark-haired stud was in Mandy and the young blond hunk was in me. I felt his long, thick rod plunging energetically and deeply into my sensitized channel, filling my need. In fact, my mature, madly juicing pussy was stuffed.
"Oh, yes!" I moaned, getting my whole voluptuous body into a delicious motion. "Oh, give it all to me. Slide your big dick between my labia. Work it on my clit. Stick it as deep as it will go. Clean me out!"
Hal did, until his strong thighs were hitting right on my naked ass. He even pushed farther, getting so much of himself into my cleft that I thought his swollen balls would follow. Never had I had anything that deep in me.
And, even in my new life, I'd never been so conscious of breaking free, in my body, my mind, and my soul. Hal's big cock was indeed cleaning out all three.
Feeling like a totally sexual being, I let myself go more than ever before. It was as though I were entering a new dimension, one that everything I'd done thus far had prepared me for. I seemed to take leave of my body, yet to be truly myself for the first time. Sex had done that for me, and it was so clean and good.
"Oh!" I screamed, as I flowed straight to an orgasm and beyond. Every inch of me shook with a sublime release, inside and out. It didn't hurt that Hal's long, thick tool seemed to be poking halfway up my belly, reaching whole new erogenous zones. But my attitude and my spiritual state were part of it, too.
I screamed so loudly that the others actually stopped their fucking to cheer me on. I kept cumming and cumming, my hanging tits shaking, my head nodding as if I would faint, and my quim simply pouring out juice. At last, though, I was done. And Hal let go in a huge, pounding orgasm of his own, pulling out his jerking tool to shoot great wads of white stuff all over my dripping pubes.
While that was happening, the others in our orgy had resumed their action and had gone over the top themselves. Blond Mandy was still twirling her luscious tail, working her magic pussy on Sal's rod and sucking out the last of his load. Even dark-haired Angela, surely inspired by my great performance, had reached back between her legs and diddled herself to fulfillment.
Still, insatiable as we older female voluptuaries had become, we were ready for more. And the young studs we had to provide it only seemed whetted by what we'd already done.
"It seems a shame that one of us gals has to be empty part of the time," Angela sighed, pretending to pout like a nineteen-year-old.
"We can take care of that," Sal grinned. "We can pick up the pace a bit. Remember the time we played musical chairs? Well, now it can be musical pussies!"
"How can I forget?" our leader laughed. "Yes. Let's go!"
We three women were still in a row on our hands and knees with the two studs kneeling behind us, so we got right back into it. Sal moved over and slid his renewed manhood into my pussy, and Hal moved to the head of the line to give Angela what she needed. They fucked for a few strokes, using their hands to stroke our wiggling asses or to reach underneath to squeeze our hanging boobs. Our orgy was back in business, for sure!
But then the guys switched, and faster this time. It was fuck, fuck, switch, fuck, fuck, switch! We would be empty for a moment, and then have Sal's cock in us, then Hal's. Soon we lost track, physically as well as mentally, of where we were at all.
Still, it wasn't good enough for Angela, considerate leader that she was. "I want us all filled," she said. At that, she got up, put on her robe, and left my cabin. And when she came back, she was brandishing a dildo, a big rubber prick!
If we hadn't been lost in sex before, we were now. The two guys stopped switching around, settling instead into Mandy and me again. But that didn't bother our leader, because she was tending to herself! Back on her hands and knees, she was reaching underneath herself and plunging the fake dick into her pussy to beat the band.
Now we three women came for the second time. It wasn't as earth-shaking as before, but there was something to be said for the soft, quiet kind of orgasm, too. Where the first one had been body-wracking and spectacular, this one seemed to fill us all with a marvelous peace. We rocked languidly back at the young studs' cocks as they worked them around in us, and in Angela's case, the dildo. We came almost imperceptibly, but cum we did, as witnessed by our warm, flowing juices.
"Ahh!" we sighed, sinking down onto the mattress. God, sex was great!
Then the studs slid out of us, or rather we slid off them. But they weren't about not to cum themselves. I looked back over my shoulder and saw them take their rods in their hands and begin stroking them slowly. As they brought themselves off, they threw back their heads, closed their eyes, and sighed with deepest pleasure.
Soon their cocks went off together, which was always an exciting sight for me. Their first strong jets of jism shot out, followed by the rest of their steaming white loads. It always amazed me that men had that stuff in them. My eyes watched in hungry fascination as they shot it all.
At last our orgy was over. The five of us believers, two male and three female, two younger and one older, sank down on the bed with ultimate satisfaction. Although it was still morning, we slept as one softly-breathing, happy mass of sexy flesh.
But when we woke up, Angela brought us back to the outside world by reminding us women, and telling Sal and Hal for the first time, about the danger to the ranch. The young studs quickly approved of our plan to save it, and refreshed by our orgy, we all got to work.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Our master plan, of course, was to go into Las Vegas and set up a sex show featuring Mandy and Bill, after which we'd take bets that they wouldn't go all the way and fuck. So, donning our best clothes, the six of us who had become the main group drove into the glitzy desert city the next morning.
"This should be quite an adventure," young Bill said as we rode along. "And we'll be confirming what we've found together, to boot."
"Yes," his matronly blond lover replied, reaching over to stroke his muscular thigh. "Not to mention the fact that my pussy's creaming just from the thought of it!"
In the city, we used the last of the ranch's funds to rent a large hotel suite. We ordered up some folding chairs, and the guys rearranged the rooms so that there were rows facing a bed. The stage was set!
Then we split up and worked the other hotels, spreading the word. Sure enough, we found enough high rollers, enough kinky guys and even gals, to make our plan work.
We set the time for that very night, since we knew that we had to be in and out quickly with an enterprise as bizarre as ours. And when the hour rolled around, we were gratified to see that we had more than a hundred people in the suite. At several hundred dollars apiece, we were already making out.
During the afternoon, we'd talked about how the show should be. Mandy and Bill already had experience with public sex, and Sal had worked as a male exotic dancer. In a way, I'd even put on a show riding through Las Vegas in the limousine! Together, we added a few wrinkles to the proceedings.
Then it was time. Angela, looking very sophisticated in a strapless black sheath, walked out in front and quieted the eager crowd.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" she began. "Welcome to our little affair, and I hope you'll enjoy yourselves. Now, without further ado, I present our deliciously decadent feature attraction.. . Mandy!"
As the audience gasped, the big, mature blond made her entrance. And she was totally nude, except for some flowers! Her hair was pinned up, and exotic blooms had been woven into it. Removable floral tattoos had been applied around her hard red nipples, at the ends of her hugely thrusting breasts. Similar tattoos graced the wide white expanse of her gorgeous ass. And she wore a flowered garter on each of her swelling thighs.
But there was more. Quickly, the crowd's bulging eyes became fixed on just one flower. That was the red rose whose stem had been inserted into her, under her soft yellow pubic hair.
"It's an old stripper's trick," Mandy had told us. "But no one's been daring enough to do it for years!"
Then the sex star bowed, smiled, and lay back on the bed. She looked like an earth mother, something out of the 1960s love cults that Angela might have belonged to, especially with the flowers. She seemed to be all women, all nature, all sex. But it was to be a wild and kinky kind of sex that she represented, too. That was because she suddenly pulled the rose out of her beautiful quim and readied it instead to take some young cock!
There were to be more studs than just Bill, a couple of warm-up fucks for our female star. First, dark-haired Sal stepped out from the sidelines, his lean body naked, his fine dick rampant and ready. The audience gasped again when they saw a real live cock, and one about to be used. With a grin in their direction, my original lover got over Mandy and massaged her cushiony, upstanding breasts. Then he spread her white thighs with his hips and positioned the tip of his tool at her door of love.
"I'm half this woman's age," he observed teasingly. "But I'm going to fuck her. Oh, yes, I am!"
And, before anyone could catch their breath, he slid his rod right into her. He lunged athletically, as she lifted her legs and arms and stroked his strong shoulders, getting her whole voluptuous body into erotic motion. Soon they both shuddered and climaxed, and he pulled out to shoot jets of hot white jism onto the bed.
"Oh, my!" one onlooker, a woman, exclaimed. "He's cumming!"
"Oh, yes," Sal grinned, holding his still dripping dick in his hand and pointing it toward her. "We're upfront here, and we do it all." When he was an exotic dancer, he must have wanted to do that many times!
Then he got up and left the stage and, as Mandy lolled dreamily, Angela stepped forward again.
"That was only the start of our older woman-younger man sex show," she said. A couple of men were eyeing her heavy round breasts in her low-cut black sheath, so, as an added attraction, she lifted one out and showed it to them!
"Many more desires will be satisfied here tonight," she went on, "and many more fantasies will be fulfilled." She paused. "We'll only use the missionary position, but that's to call attention to the kinkier element that's involved. So now, as another preliminary, here's Hal!"
To the audience's further delight, the blond hunk then stepped out to replace the dark-haired one. People were especially excited by his long, thick dick, and my own pussy tingled. Hal began by straddling Mandy's chest, and rubbing his cock on her hard nipples and her huge mammaries to bring it to maximum erection. But then he slid it down her smooth white belly, and up under her soggy blond muff.
"Oh, damn!" someone blurted out, as the sexy couple got into a strong rhythm. "Now she's fucking him, too. This was worth the price of admission. I've never seen anything like it!"
Hal went on to ball our big blond sex star to a climax. He raised up and looked tenderly into her blue eyes, using one hand to stroke her bodacious boobs. But then he fucked faster and more furiously, working his big tool around in her. She quivered all over and bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts, jamming her magic pussy against him. The crowd's excitement grew as the couple built toward an orgasm.
Then their dam burst, and they shuddered with happiness. "Oh. Oh. Oh, lover!" they moaned in unison. "Oh, this is it. Oh, yeah!"
And, as Sal had done, Hal pulled out his big dick and shot his wad for everyone to see.
That brought the sexy evening to the point everyone had been waiting for, and at which the gambling part of our plan would begin. When Hal had left, Angela walked out front once more and explained.
"Our next, and last, young stud," she said knowingly, "has a special relationship with our older and bolder star. Still, they've agreed to fool around a little bit for your viewing pleasure."
She paused, and gave the audience a mysterious, tantalizing look.
"However," she concluded, "they might even get carried away. And your betting a little money against that might help to bring it about."
When the onlookers realized what she was talking about, they were in shock for a moment. When they'd recovered, though, they were wildly aroused, and they practically threw money at our feet.
"Count me in," one man said, handing up a thousand dollar bill. "I bet on games like blackjack and roulette, but they're boring compared to this."
"Me, too," said a fortyish woman, who would have been an ideal prospect for our stud farm. "If they do it, I can go crazy pretending it's me!"
So we put together a wager at even odds, and it amounted to nearly a hundred thousand dollars! The crowd had become so excited that they were completely carried away. At last, Angela introduced the couple who would make it all happen.
During the betting, Mandy had sneaked off the scene. Now she returned, not naked, but wearing something that made at least one of the onlookers groan. It was a wedding dress! And on her arm, wearing a groom's outfit that we'd similarly rented, was her twenty-years-younger lover, Bill.
"So, here they are," Angela stated triumphantly. "And they are.. .who they are!"
It was the culmination of all my experiences of the past months, and if I hadn't seen it, I, Jane, wouldn't have believed it myself. There was Bill, turning to Mandy and suddenly sticking his tongue halfway down her throat. There was Bill again, boldly reaching into to bodice of her bridal gown and lifting out her bounteous breasts.
"I'm allowed to touch these, you know," he said to the audience, which was beside itself by now. Then he did, running his hands all over her ballooning tits and playing with her nipples.
"I can touch this, too," he wantonly continued, moving to her gorgeous ass. While she pressed her naked bosom against his chest, he lifted her skirt, bared her smooth white buns, and squeezed them with forbidden boldness.
"And I can touch this!" he exclaimed triumphantly, turning his matronly partner around and raising the front of her gown. And a moment later, as she smiled at the crowd and he did the same over her shoulder, he had his hands on the ultimate, her soggy, yellow-furred snatch.
"Oh, I think they will fuck," someone pantingly observed. "They've got to be too turned on by now for it to matter who they are."
"Oh, but they couldn't," someone else said. "They're being outrageous, but this is as far as they'll go."
At that, Mandy took things in hand. She lay back on the bed again, her bare breasts pushing up toward her face, and she pulled her skirt up around her waist. Then she had Bill free his fine dick, get over her, and position its tip at her wide-open lovehole.
She turned to the audience, an indescribable look on her maturely beautiful face.
"Should I take it?" she asked coyly, almost like a bride on her wedding night indeed. "Should I take his cock inside me?"
"Oh, yes," the crowd urged, even though they were going against their bets. "Do it. Go all the way!"
For a moment, the voluptuous blond looked as though she might ask them to raise the stakes. But then she appeared to decide that discretion was the better part of valor. Lunging her hips forward and stretching out her hand, she took hold of the base of Bill's rod.. .and pulled it into her.
Then Mandy fucked her pride and joy, and the place went crazy!
When things had settled down, when Bill had actually cum inside Mandy and the audience had recovered sufficiently to leave the Las Vegas hotel suite, the six of us uncorked a magnum of champagne and sat back to enjoy our success.
"They didn't even mind losing their money," I observed. "One man said that everybody had won."
"Yes, Jane," Sal agreed. "It was a small price to pay for a primal fantasy that will last them for a long, long time."
"And they did get plenty," Hal grinned. "We didn't have to ask Chita and Ramon to fuck, too, which had occurred to me."
"Well, we can let them do the honors next time," the well-stacked, and well-fucked, Mandy laughed. "Though I hope there won't be a next time, from the money standpoint."
"I don't think there will," our leader, Angela, concluded, her hands full of crisp green bills. "I'm so happy that the ranch is saved!"
We slept in the suite that night. Most of us were still naked from the sex show, but we others stripped down, too. There was a more-than-king-size bed, and we collapsed on it in a blissful jumble of older woman-younger man bodies. We may even have fucked, like one great being, but I don't remember. By now, I was having sex in my dreams anyway!
When we got back to our desert sanctuary, those who'd been left behind were waiting to greet us. They were happy that it would remain a free oasis for our sexual and spiritual cult. And, now that the end of the summer was in sight, there was also a phone message waiting for me. It was from the department chairman at the university where I'd taught.
"Well, Jane, have you gotten that affair out of your system?" he asked when I returned his call. "Will you be coming back to join us?"
If I hadn't already decided, young Sal made up my mind. Sitting with me in my cabin, he ran his hand up under my skirt and grabbed my mature, red-furred snatch.
"No, I don't think I will," I told the chairman, wishing that he could see what I had between my legs. "Even if I did, you wouldn't like what I'd teach. 'That affair' is more than you, with your dry and lifeless ideas, can ever imagine. And I'm not talking about theories of literature. I'm talking.. .sex!"
I paused. "No, I won't be coming back. I'll be cumming right where I am!"
There was shocked silence on the other end of the line, then a click as the chairman hung up. After that, as if to banish any second thoughts I might have had, Sal stuck his finger in me and brought me to a panting, quivering climax.
And I did stay at the ranch, for what became years. I grew more and more to admire the tall, dark-haired Angela, as well as to enjoy the contrast of her slender body and her large breasts whenever we made lesbian love. In turn, she valued my voluptuous strength, and she made me her lieutenant. To me, she was a great visionary who had seen everything, and who had settled her attention on the most exotic, forbidden, and gratifying sexual phenomenon of all.
For straight sex, I still had my two studs, Sal and Hal. Even as they got a little older, they stuck by, handling the day to day operation of the ranch. As a mature woman, and as one who was immersed in its philosophy, it was great for me to see them grow and develop. And it was even greater for me to be handled by them, such as on a bed with one cock in my mouth and the other in my pussy!
Every year there were new couples, too. Mandy and Bill, then Chita and Ramon, then others moved on to spread the word and perhaps to introduce their lifestyle into the more normal world outside. That gave us new young studs and matronly women, some of whom were shy and whom we led through the excitement of initiation.
Then even Angela moved on, to start a new Stud Farm in Florida. And I, Jane, was left in charge of the old Nevada ranch.
So I'll conclude my history with an account of my first "ceremony." As will be recalled, it was the privilege of the leader to act like an ancient sex goddess or earth mother, and to take on not just one, but all of the dozen or so young men at the same time. To that end, Sal and Hal built a bonfire one clear desert night not long after Angela left. The older women sat naked on logs around it, and the young men stripped down and stood erect in a line. I lay back naked on a blanket, my large breasts upright, my juicy thighs spread and my belly quivering with anticipation, and we began.
What a marvelous experience it was, not only to watch as I had in Angela's case, but to see and then feel those hard young dicks coming at me, then cumming in me! First Sal advanced, smiling mischievously as he had that first time he'd confronted me in my classroom. We knew each other's body inside out by now, but it was still a new thrill every time. Rubbing up my red-furred pussy with his expert hand, he got over me and slid his fine dick between my labia. It took him only a few straining strokes to leave his warm load deep inside me. And I made sure to cum myself for old time's sake, even if I couldn't with all of the dozen guys.
After him came Hal. I'd grown to love that big blond hunk, from the first day I'd arrived at the ranch and he'd interrupted my shower with that thick, pussy-pleasing dick of his. It was unusually large tonight, and my eyes and mouth widened while my quim seemed to dilate to greet it. Hal hovered on his hands and knees above my fulsome form, then unerringly drove his rod between my shaking legs. As if not to wear me out with his weight, he did the ultimate kind of push-ups until we climaxed together. Then he added his hot wad to Sal's, so much that stuff was already starting to flow back out of me.
"How do you feel, Jane?" one of the women asked. She was new to the ranch, so she must have still been a little nervous.
In reply, I looked wantonly over at her, then stroked my hot pussy and my upstanding breasts. "Honey," I laughed, "I feel just fine!"
Then the other young studs came at me, some of whom I'd had before and some of whom were new to me. I tried to focus on the new ones more, to enjoy the thrill of their strange dicks and to give them all I had. After all, what was an earth mother, an ancient fertility goddess, for?
But the rest of them, and then all of them, became a wonderful, hot-blooded blur in my mind. In fact, it was as though I were taking one big dick, and having one great orgasm. Now I knew why Angela hadn't gotten too tired. With a feeling like that, you could fuck forever!
I lay there, on a blanket next to a bonfire in a cool desert night, a woman of forty-plus having sex with a parade of young men. In doing so, I symbolized the freedom and the natural urges of everyone present. As I moved my generous body, as my sex became filled to overflowing with male gifts, I gazed up at the stars. The sparks from the fire were rising to meet them, and I felt myself rising, too. In a perpetual state of climax, I felt immortal and universal. Although I'd never been one to shun its earthy and even raunchy aspects, sex could do that, as well.
Then it was time for the last two studs. I was stronger than Angela, and I could have taken them both in my pussy as she hadn't. But, in homage to her, I had one lay me while I sucked the other. Afterward, they helped me to my feet.
I stood a bit unsteadily, facing the two dozen people, feeling as Mandy must have felt when she'd finished one of her sex shows. My lips were sticky, and love juice was running down my legs.
Still, I didn't quite know what to do. All I could think of was to take a bow. So that's what I smilingly did, shaking my heavy breasts for good measure and wiggling my mature rear.
Everyone applauded, especially Sal. "Thanks for a great performance, Jane," my dark-haired stud grinned.
In reply, I bounced over and gave him a sticky embrace, remembering full well how he'd broken me loose and started me on the path that had led me there.
