Saber <odaat69@hotmail.com> THE OLDER WOMEN IN MY LIFE (Part One) [M/F true intergen ] After lurking for some time now and reading and appreciating the many stories and experiences of others, I have decided to tell my story. It was the best time of my life and I occasionally look back with fondness on that period of my life. This is a true story. I know there are many _so-called_ "true stories" out there that are not. Like the Penthouse forum letters. I have nothing to gain by claiming it's trueness. I merely wish to repay all those that have taken the time to write their experiences and to encourage others to do the same. Older women have always held a fascination for me. Some Freudians out there might be able to trace this back to my own mother perhaps. I never had a normal relationship with my mother. She was always ill with various degrees of mental illness. She was in and out of hospitals during all my childhood. She would get better, then come home only to slowly deteriorate over several months and return to professional care. When she was at her worst at home just before returning to care, we as kids found relief when we left for school. I looked at other kids there and longed for the _normal_ family. The type that we saw on TV, with loving, caring mothers who attended to them and praised their accomplishments. It was a lot later that I realized what some of them went through as well. Not personally mind you, but today with shows like Ophra and Springer do you see how screwed up a lot of families are. "Dysfunctional" is what they call it. But some have it worse than others, but the kicker is, no one really knows it. We all think our problems are unique. I said all that to let you know a little something of my background. How and why I am this way. Since I am the oldest I was expected to care for my siblings. One experience with my sister that I will never forget happened when I was in my preteen years. I often fantasized about kissing girls and actually (gasp) putting my tongue in their mouth. Or licking a girl's pussy. This was the 60s and only later did I hear about French Kissing (now called kissing), and oral sex (now called sex). Anyway since we were not particularly well off, my younger brother and sister and myself shared the same bed for a time. I still find this hard to believe but we were supposed to be at an age were we knew nothing of sex. I don't even remember getting hard-ons at that age. Nevertheless, at the time my father was adding on to the house to make additional bedrooms. It was then not unusual for my sister and me to be on the bed together. This one time (I don't know how it started) we began to explore each other's body. Primarily me exploring hers. I vividly remember playing with her genitals and then licking and sucking on them. The taste was strong and not particularly pleasant but I was hypnotically drawn to her sex. I could not stop and did not really want to. I don't however remember her reactions at the time. Whether she liked it or responded in any way or not. This was my first look and feel at a real live girl and I naturally fed my intense curiosity, completely oblivious to her feelings. At some point though this revelry ended and we ended this new venture into forbidden territory. Strangely we never kissed throughout all of this. I guess I felt it wrong to kiss my sister. Go figure. After this happened, something then occurred that is burned into my memory. It was that of my father, who was home at the time working on the addition, confronting both of us shortly afterward revealing that he had _ heard_ every thing that we had said. He didn't say he saw us, but the import of his words were not lost on us. Since we were a very religious family we were very ashamed of what had happened and never touched one another again. Although in later years it never stopped me or my brother from actively try to spy on her while sleeping in her panties or in the bathroom. But this incident was never mentioned again. I think that this served as a powerful motivation to my father to finish the addition. My curiosity about girls and women never waned though. I was especially drawn to women. Even now in my late 30s I am still drawn to older women. In fact I married a woman 5 years older than myself. But I am drawn to elegant older women who are in good shape and care for their looks and body in their 60s and even 70s. I have fantasized about the perfect relationship of an older professional woman, perhaps married, who would want a monogamous affair with a younger man, (me!). Kind of like a "kept" man. Although I am now married for over 8 years and have been faithful (at least in body) to my wife, I find myself pining over several relationships, and one in particular, that happened before my marriage with older women. This is the reason for this story. This is about my relationships with all of the older women that have been in my life. I will first recount briefly all of the older women of my life and then one by one in more detail and then finally the love of my life (not my wife!) --MARGIE-- Although the incident of course with my sister was the first sexual encounter that ever I had, we never really had a sexual relationship. A older girl in the next block named Margie was. Margie was 15 years older me. I was 22 at the time. This was by far the most destructive relationship of my life. A lot of the rest of my warped life was shaped by this manipulative bitch who pussy whipped me into subjection. Relationship lasted about a year. --CAROL-- A sweet girl who was about 5 years older. Met her working in a bar. Got caught by police making out on our first date. Night ended with us breaking the bed and her coming 13 times!! Relationship lasted about 6 months. --JULIE-- In her mid 50s. She was a health care administrator. A neighbor living in the same set of town houses. We were good friends at first, then REAL good friends. She was more hungry for sex than any women that I have ever known. Relationship lasted 1 year. --LOUISE-- She too was about 5 years older. She was separated and new in town. I was real hospitable. I almost married her. There was of course one small legal technically that stood in the way. The only married woman that I had. A short fling that almost turned into "Fatal Attraction". Relationship lasted about 6 months. I hope... --DEE-- The love of my life! My obsession. My ... my... best friend's mother. This story is inspired by the happiness that she gave me. She was 61 at the time and I was 25. Relationship lasted about 4 years, until my marriage. There were a handful of other encounters that I had. However they were only one night stands or with girls my age. Some of the above mentioned were overlapping or not entirely chronological. What follows now is the true story my sexual life and how these women have shaped it. THE FIRST- MARGIE Even though the incident with my sister was the first and last, something had been awakened inside of me. In the years that followed I always seemed to have crushes (as most boys do) on older women, teachers, bus-drivers, ect. I often fantasized about what it would be like to sleep with them as their stepson or something like that. Not have sex mind you, just cuddle up to them in a loving dreamy sort of way. I never, and could never have these feelings toward my own mother. I guess I was substituting this fantasy love for the motherly love that I never got. I wanted to know all I could about the opposite sex. Since I was a deep thinker (as much as a child could be) in those days as well as a voracious reader, I immersed myself into books about women. What they liked, what they wanted from a man, that sort of thing. Stuff that was found in "Cosmo" or "Essence". A lot of articles dealt with sexuality. I ate this up. (I say this tongue-in-cheek, notice all the bad puns here). I knew that I was extremely orally motivated. I wanted to know everything about how to please a woman. How to touch a woman. Where her G-spot is. I was extremely sensitive to what a woman desired. I was especially drawn to anything having to do with oral sex. I knew Margie from my neighborhood. It was a geographically isolated section where everyone knew everyone else and their kids and watched after what went on. Sort of "It Takes a Village" kind of thing. Because of my strict upbringing I was a virgin until I was 22. I was an athlete in those days. I played basketball with the neighborhood guys everyday after work during the week, and football on the weekends. I noticed Margie during this period, and was immediately drawn to her. Anyway Margie had been married at one time with a kid 9 years old. She was someone that my father strongly disapproved of. I guess anybody's parents would. She had no job. She lived with her mother. She used recreational drugs and alcohol to feel good. She had a number of relationships in the years following her disastrous marriage. When I first noticed her she already had a boyfriend. She was using him and after a stormy relationship, he dropped her. She then was into getting high with her friends but noticed me and began to flirt with me as I with her. She didn't know quite what to make of me since my father was a minister and I was a strait-laced type of guy. I started giving her rides to different places and even snuck out to hang with her and her friends who were mostly other neighborhood adults. Drugs scared me with the exception of pot so I mainly stuck to booze. She was living off some kind of assistance as well as child-support payments from her ex. Her whole day was spent either trying to get high or score a hit. Don't get me wrong she wasn't a strung-out heroin shooter or freebaser. Margie was just into pot and something that she called "crank" which I take was similar to coke. She merely lived day-to-day and wanted to enjoy life as it came. When we started hanging out together it was just casual. I gave her rides places that she needed to go and little by little began spending a lot of time in the car talking. Nothing serious, but people started seeing us as a couple even though we knew that we were not intimate. I knew in my heart that she was bad for me and the relationship that seemed to be blossoming was headed nowhere. But I was fascinated by her as she was with me. I wasn't like the rest of the guys who only wanted to get into her pants, she said. I liked this and with all the information that I had read about women, knew that women wanted men who listen to them. So I was an attentive listener. I was such an attentive listener that finally one evening she subtly intimated that I was gay. She casually mentioned some of her male friends were gay and she had extremely good relations with them. I don't remember the exact conversation, but I remember what she was implying and felt that my manhood was now being challenged. What followed next changed my life forever. MY FIRST FUCK After getting flustered and defending my manhood to her, I thought long about that episode. I felt it was time to spring into action. While we were out late the next evening I made my move. All day long while at work I plotted my next move. Since I was a chess player I set about the task in a logical way. "If I do this she may do this and then what do I do". Anyway I had my opening gambit set and the possible midgame. Only the ending would be in doubt. Mate I hope. Let me describe Margie. She was about 5'4" to my 6'3". She was petite with average good looks. She had a well-proportioned body that she knew how to use to get attention. She knew that I was a virgin. Words cannot express the years of repression and conflicting thoughts that I now felt, (I guess it could but I'm not a writer and am not writing a novel to an audience that would appreciate that sort of thing.) I knew that my move was to kiss her. Silently and quickly. While she was talking JUST DO IT. This was pre NIKE and they had nothing on me. Just do it I said. Don't think. Don't talk. Don't casually (yeah right!) put your arm around her. Just kiss her. Period. Her next move was obvious. "Why did you do that?" "I wanted to. Did you like it?" Her response was obvious. This was not my first kiss. My first kiss with a girl was disaster. I just put my lips on hers and pressed. I felt nothing. No, I felt letdown. If this is what kissing is about then what's the big deal. I gradually progressed after that first date with a girl. I then responded by kissing her again. This was my first passionate kiss. "Houston, we have contact" I knew what to do. My tongue went into action, probing her lips, mouth, and tongue. My hands went into action, rubbing, caressing, manipulating. To my pleasure I saw that she was responding favorably to my ministrations. Yeah that's an understatement. She was hot! I know this may seem tame to many of you but for me I was in ecstasy. To be able to have this effect on another person, was truly unparalleled to me. Her mouth was truly exquisite. I knew from the start where I was headed. South. As I saw the affect that I was having I knew to acknowledge the signals she was giving off and work my mouth to her breasts. Eventually my hands went to her panties working them down and off. "Houston we have liftoff" I wasted no time in getting to the center of her erogenous zone. She went wild. Her smell and taste was musky and pungent. I burrowed deep with my tongue and my senses were overloaded with what I was feeling and how she was responding to my attention. What I had only dreamed of was now coming true. The front seat of my Nova was not the most comfortable in retrospect but I wasn't complaining. I was fascinated at how full and wet her pussy lips were. I knew to expect her to orgasm from my continued sucking on her clit and vaginal sheath. What I didn't expect was how intense her orgasm would be. I practically choked on her as thighs and legs locked around my head thrashed until I thought I would be smothered right there in my car. I must say that although I knew that I must have been hard as a rock, this was her night. I wanted to thoroughly satisfy her. This I did in spades. She was hooked. Or I was. After her thrashing around had stopped, I remember hear next words as if they were said yesterday. I have played them a thousand times. I cherished those words as they reflected all my years of waiting and research was well rewarded. Her words to me after her breathing had subsided to a point where she could speak were... " Bill, you are NOT a virgin!" YES!! Of course I was but I was thrilled to hear those words. This was as good as getting off myself. For now! The following night it was more of the same, but we got to the point sooner and this was to be MY night. She was just as responsive to my tonguing as she had been the previous night. I was able to position her so that I could continue while at the same time work my pants down so that my mouth could be replaced by something a little more sensitive. This proved to be prudent because as she finally became aware of what I was planning on doing (right before I entered her) she protested saying... "No Bill, I am not protected". But at this point I was not to be denied. I was hot and hard. As my member found her already sopping wet cunt, it sank immediately probing the depths of where my mouth and tongue had sucked and teased moments before. Her juicy warm cavern totally engulfed my prick. "Houston, the eagle has landed." As much as I would like to embellish how this, my first fuck, had lasted and how fantastic that it was, it was over in a matter of seconds. Only a dozen or so strokes and my seed spilled deeply into her. My whole body shuddered as it seemed as though all my nerve endings were now concentrated at the head of my dick. Margie even stopped protesting as she knew that it was useless. After I was spent, we just sat there in silence. She became aware after a few minutes that I was crying. I know it's not the most macho thing for a guy to admit, but there it is. I don't really think she knew until then the profound affect this was having on me. We held each other and talked for a while. I told her that I was sorry that I forced myself on her and she consoled me. I then reasoned with her that now since I had already come inside her that we might as well enjoy it. She thought a moment and said OK and then positioned herself in a squatting position just above my now resurrected soldier. I then experienced the first of many squat fucks (TM) we were to enjoy over the course of our relationship. Due to her small frame and nimble body, she was able to slowly ride me to an mind blowing, wad blowing orgasm. No one has been able to duplicate the way she screwed me in that particular way. I marveled at the way she was positioned, that she curled her toes on the edge of the seat and moved her body in complete control facing me. Even though it was night and we were hidden pretty well, I remember a street light nearby that gave us some light. Because of recently coming I could now enjoy a nice unrushed, and relaxing time. I could look into her eyes and face. She was truly beautiful in that moment. She had a small round face with a wide mouth and toothy grin. Her hair was short. She had small breasts to match her small frame. I love small ones. More than a mouthful is wasted, as they say. I know most women are self-conscious that way, but to me they are sexy. The only drawback to hers were that they drooped quite a bit from age. When she was excited they perked up a quite a bit, however time had taken their toll. This was something that went unnoticed THAT night though. She was wearing a sun dress that night, much to my pleasure, as she would most summer nights to allow easy access. What kept running to my mind over and over was how wonderful this was that I was actually inside this girl! She was letting me deeply inside her most private chamber. She wanted it. I wanted her. I was fucking her. I continued to massage her breasts and kiss her until I could feel my balls tingling then releasing their near full load of my semen up into her. Our juices would mingle making the car ripe with our musky, funky, sex smell. Going back to the above mentioned squat-fuck, after a few weeks she quickly tired of it. Not so much the position but the fact that we had to do it in the car. My house, for obvious reasons was out. If my father caught her there she would have been made to feel as welcome there as David Duke at the Million Man march. Since she was living at home as well, her widowed mother posed a slight problem. It was a matter of space and living arrangements. Her older sister lived there also, with her 4, 5, 6, kids. I forget now. But it was a slewful! It was a large house but I think she still had to share a room with her sister. Not exactly the most conducive for conjugal relations. She got on me to rent a motel. I didn't want to because I felt it was cheap. But finally I relented and we got one out of town. We never spent the night though. I was nervous the whole time. I remember making us drinks and both of us showering together. She tried a spermicidal (suicidal) insert, and we had our first fuck in a bed with all the room we needed. I got to watch her in full light as she rode on top of me. I came to prefer that position. I loved watching as my penis disappeared in her tiny slit only to reappear coated with our secretions. She was particularly frothy today. As the insert melted it made her slicker than usual, and her hydrophobic beaver was finally put out of it's misery by my discharging pistol. As we parted shortly afterward I took note of long strands of my jism and her foam obscenely spanning our bodies as we separated. She then rinsed the foam away and wanted me to eat her. I did so reluctantly. I had this mental thing about the jelly. I could still taste a little that trickled from deep inside her. It probably has no taste but I knew it was there, and I guess it was a psychological thing. She loved being eaten out though and I got pleasure from seeing what it did for her. More than any woman that I ever later had. More on this later. One thing that I really did enjoy about this day was that after all the frantic coupling was watching her as she lay sprawled about the bed on her stomach. She was half asleep now as I drank in her fully naked form. It felt good to be in this air-conditioned room on this hot summer day. I started massaging her, working my hands up and back the full length of her form as she purred beneath me. I then put my tongue to work tasting the sweat saltiness of her exertions. I started at the back of her legs and feet working my way upward. I eventually got to the small folds of where legs made an ass of themselves, and nibbled gently probing with my tongue the small inner crease of her rear. Since this was my first live girl I was naturally interested in every bump, crease, and texture of her body. She was not that especially turned-on anally but she did not protest. We had some truly wonderful times in my car though. They were all pretty much the same as our first time. Since I drove her around to where she needed to go, it seemed natural that we ended up in the car anyway. Not too long after we started "dating" her mother died. This left Margie with her room. I did not mind that too much. With all the goings on there with the kids running I only hung around in the late evenings. During all of this I still had to find ways to slip out of my house or at least get with her undetected by my father. She was a slut and a whore was nothing but trouble, according to him. Since I was still under his roof I to abide by his rules. He was right of course about everything, and I don't mean that sarcastically, nevertheless, some things you must learn for yourself the hard way. Well anyway eventually we had the luxury of making love in her room. We could lie back and pleasure each other. Sometimes the moon would cast its light upon her as she rode on top of me. There was something about her being on top that really turned me on. For one thing, her body pumped not only up down but kind of waved as it did so. It reminded me at the time of a belly dancer. She really put the grind in "bump and grind". With most of my senses being assaulted in this way, the smell of her, the sight of her, the taste of her, but mostly the feel of her, it was no time that I was ready to explode up inside her. More than once in these sessions I had to stop her, physically holding her still until I could get myself under control. Sometimes I wondered how long we could keep up this teasing of each other. There were other times that I didn't stop her in time or she got so caught up herself that she did not want to stop, and kept grinding away when tried to stop her. The feelings would start in my toes or from the base of my spine and felt like electricity as it coursed through my body ended as my testicles pumped their contents and spurted forth the syrupy mass into Margie, coating her cuntal walls. She would continue to work her body as one would churn butter and the combining juices produced between us would turn into a foamy cream. It was rare that we ever came together. She usually was surprised and angry when she noted the softness of my member indicating that I had come and went as I was a quietly orgasmic. I held in all sounds but felt that I would explode doing so. Intent on being satisfied fully, she then maneuvered into position where I could eat her out. The point I made earlier about her having such intense orgasms from oral sex was truly demonstrated here. When her legs locked around me there was no turning back. I don't think a high-school wrestler had anything on her leg locks. I thought I would suffocate. She had a close girlfriend that she hung with, (did drugs with), that was kind of dikey and rumor was maybe they were very close. Although I saw no no real evidence of this it would explain a lot. This story has run on alot, and there are a lot of other little details that could be told that probably not add much to this story. So far it has been sitting on my computer for six months and I am anxious to bring part one of my story to an end. Please let me know what you think of it. What do you think it needs. As I said before, this is true so it's not like I can make something up but perhaps I can tell what happens in a different way. Saber <odaat69@hotmail.com> ************************************************************************