Chapter 4
I did have a few more torrid sessions with the redhead. But then I graduated from college and took a job with a fast-track ad agency. Most of the people at the office were swingers, and there were many opportunities for after-hours sex. I was no longer poor, either, and could afford some of the better things in life.
Still, I was hooked on older women. If there was any doubt about that, I had only to consider the following situation, in which I was presented with a choice.. .
A bunch of us had gone out for drinks after work. Most of them had moved on, and I was left in the dark lounge with Angie and Sandy. Sandy was my age, and had blonde hair, smooth white skin, and a well-developed body. Angie, also a blonde, looked enough like her to be her sister. But Angie was about fifteen years older, thirty-eight.
I found my eyes wandering from one attractive face, one voluptuous body, to the other. Sandy's face was sort of vacant, and her body somewhat soft and unformed. Angie, though, had a knowing look in her blue eyes, and her every curve was perfectly defined. Her full, sensuous mouth especially turned me on as she sipped from a glass of dark red wine. She held the promise of romance as well as sex.
In short, I went off with Angie, not Sandy, leaving the younger woman totally perplexed that it wasn't her. But, as my previous two encounters will indicate, I knew better!
At Angie's place, I stood back, because I also knew by now what would happen. Sure enough, the older blonde was on me with a passion. Her lips sucked at mine, her hands stroked my back, and her ample chest heaved. I traced the contours of her hot body with my hands, from her arching back to her trim waist to her firm hips and thighs. There was a sexual energy in every inch of her that I'd come to associate with these older gals. It was as if, as she'd gotten older, she'd stored up every carnal encounter she'd ever had!
"I hope I'm not too aggressive for you," Angie said, breathing heavily.
"Oh, no," I replied. "I'm ready!"
At that, she wiggled out of her dress slowly and sensuously. Where a younger woman might just have stripped naked, she showed me her delicious female flesh inch by delicious inch. Then she was standing before me in a lacy, low-cut bra, French-cut panties, and patterned stockings, all of them sexily black. I caressed the bare tops of her heaving breasts, her flat belly, and her round, exposed behind. She quivered when I touched her, and ground her hard, hot mound on my fully engorged cock.
A moment later, she was kneeling at my feet, tugging at my zipper, and letting my throbbing manhood spring out to her waiting lips.
I looked down and watched as Angie gave me head. There was the usual interesting contrast: the woman's careful hairdo and make-up, and my naked cock sliding deeply into her mouth. But with this older woman, there was a lot more. It was as if she'd invented the art of fellatio! Her lips formed perfectly to my shaft. She created an unbelievably strong suction. Her hard tongue pressed my shaft, sending jolts of pleasure all the way up my spine. It was all I could do to keep from cumming too fast and filling her mouth with my stuff.
But I held off, knowing there'd be even greater delights. I knew that Angie was divorced, and had virtually made a career of fucking men at the agency, from the president on down. And practice made perfect!
After a while, she released my cock, stood up, and helped me off with my clothes. In turn, I unhooked her lacy black bra, baring her full, round breasts. Then I worked down her panties, exposing her sex.
Now wearing only her patterned black stockings, she sat down in a chair, motioning me to one across from her. She leaned back, smiled, and spread her shapely legs.
"Here's my cunt," she announced. "Some women don't like that term, but I think 'pussy' sounds silly. I'm proud of my cunt. I also believe in showing it to a man before he goes into it."
If Angie was a bit eccentric, I wasn't complaining. She went on to rub her soft yellow fur and between her labia. Then, looking alternately down at herself and up at me with a pleased expression on her face, she fingered herself open. I could see her tender pink folds, her clit, and even her love hole.
By that time, my cock was rigid, wanting to find its home in her hot little nest. But before I could rush over to her, she stood up again, came toward me, and straddled my lap. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered her wet slit onto my upstanding rod.
Holding onto my shoulders, she rode me long and well. Her hot sleeve gripped my erection just as her mouth had done. Her blonde muff tickled my swollen balls. She moved fast, wiggling and panting, and slowly, twisting and sighing. My cock was in absolute heaven.
"Oh, yeah!" I sighed, nibbling at her sensual lips. "That's great. You know how, lover. Older is better. You're like vintage wine!"
"I'm glad," Angie purred. "I know I love every inch of your hot young cock!"
She kept riding me, sliding her vagina up to the tip of my throbbing tool, then back down to its base. Her inner muscles gripped me, sending waves of sexual electricity through my straining body. I looked down at her full, bobbing breasts, held them in my hands and sucked at her nipples. I reached down and fingered her clit, helping her along. I grasped her firm ass and helped her ride me. Her hot breath came into my ear and her blonde hair tickled my cheek. This was a fuck I wouldn't soon forget!
Then she shuddered and came, tossing her head, squeezing her breasts, and wriggling her hips. But I was too lost in my own ecstasy to fully notice. With a huge rush, and a hammering sensation at the base of my rod, I went into a massive orgasm. My whole body felt like just an extension of my raging cock.
"Oh. Oh, yeah!" I shouted. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"
Before I started pumping, though, Angie raised off me and finished me with her expert mouth and hands. Her fingers worked my balls and pressed behind them while her lips and tongue ran along my pulsating shaft. I shot wad after wad of hot white jizz into the air, so much that I thought I'd never stop.
I relaxed while that sexy older blonde curled up at my feet. Never had I felt so completely natural about sex. It was as if all the social conventions had fallen away and I were back in some primitive paradise.
I didn't have much time to rest, though. Angie lay back on the carpet, spread her smooth white thighs, and fingered open her cunt. Her arms at her sides raised her breasts to perfect, hard-nippled roundness. She undulated her belly and looked wantonly up at me.
"Now," she said, "maybe you'd like to taste some of my 'vintage wine!'"
I didn't need any urging. Bounding out of my chair, I dove between her legs. Replacing her fingers with mine, I explored her wet pink folds, getting another close-up of her pride and joy. It looked marvelous to me, the source of all my recent pleasure. I was worshipping at an altar of cunt!
Then I started eating her. With my tongue, I traced every inch of her intimate flesh, finally plunging deep inside. I sucked out her freely flowing juices, which were like an exotic nectar. It was fantastic to be giving her head.
"Oh, yes!" Angie sighed, tensing her belly and fastening her fingers on my hair. Her legs had me in a headlock as she pressed her slit against my lips. "Do me, lover. Yes!"
This time, she came even more strongly. Her white flesh quivering, her body bucking and heaving, she let loose a torrent of female essence into my mouth. Indeed, it was as if I'd drunk a glass of wine!
Totally sated, I lay back on the floor. I drifted off to sleep and had beautiful dreams of fucking that mature blonde in a variety of positions. When I woke up, though, she was nowhere in sight. I walked to her bedroom. There, I found a vision to end all.
She was sitting at her vanity, freshly out of the shower, combing her hair. The curve of her naked back, trim waist, and firm behind formed a perfect hourglass, like something out of a painting by Rubens. Her arms were raised gracefully, and I could see her full, uplifted breasts in the mirror. She was the essence of womanhood, what I'd always dreamed a woman should be.
My cock sprang to attention. Walking up behind her, I laid it on her warm shoulder.
"My, my," Angie said, raising her eyebrows. "It's all big again!" She turned her head and gave my dick a kiss.
"Yes," I replied, with a grin. "You may have wasted your shower!"
She got up and walked to her bed. Lying back, legs spread and arms over her head, she smilingly invited me to missionary position sex. With her, though, even that was a mind-blowing experience. Before I slid into her, she writhed sensuously, lifting her magnificent chest, tensing her belly, and again opening her wonderful cunt with her fingers. Her moving white flesh practically shouted "Sex!"
"Fuck me," she said, with an invitation as old as the world. "Fuck me. Again."
The rest of the night was a marvelous blur. As I held myself over that knowing older woman and levered my iron-hard manhood into her, she moved in ways I couldn't have imagined. Her magical loins gripped me tightly, as if to create every fucking sensation every fucking male had ever felt! I seemed to go on forever, and to be carried off to someplace else. The everyday world was like a simple dream compared to what I was experiencing.
And, when I came, it was like a rocket being shot off to a distant planet, maybe one where men and women originally came from. It was the planet Sex!