Chapter 1

Hi. I'm Meredith. I'm a tall, willowy young woman of twenty-two, with long, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face that I'm told is beautiful. And I have three confessions to make.

One is that I'm an incurable nymphomaniac. I just don't see why I shouldn't have sex, so long as it's safe sex, whenever and wherever the opportunity arises. If men, and even women, want to fuck me, then I want to fuck them. To me, the cure for the world's ills is nothing more complicated than a good fuck!

My second confession is that I prefer older men. Mature guys, even gray-haired ones, really turn me on. They don't always approach me, because they don't think a beautiful young woman like me would be interested. But if they only knew how I get wet between the legs when I see them!

And third, I prefer that they be married. At my age, I don't want involvement, so it's safer that way. Call me an opportunist, but I like to get what I need from them, and then send them back to their wives. Besides, I've never had any complaints about what they get from me!

So, let me tell you some of my sexy experiences, with both men and women, older and younger. I'm free and I'm open and I like to share. I don't think you'll be bored by what I have to tell!

One summer night, I was at an outdoor pop concert with some friends. I was wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a long-sleeved white top without a bra. We were sitting on a blanket on a grassy hillside. As the concert went on and it began to get dark, I lay back, my long yellow hair fanning out and my firm, pointed breasts rising. I stretched my arms over my head and shifted my slender hips, luxuriating in the cool evening air. Unconsciously or otherwise, I was presenting a very alluring picture.

There was someone there to see it, too. The pop singer was an established one, and there were older fans present as well. Soon, I became aware of a man watching me from the next blanket. He looked to be in his forties, and had dark hair with gray temples and a trim, athletic body. His wife was with him, but she was involved in the music.

One thing I'm not is shy. So I smiled back at him with a sweet, open expression. He turned quickly away, embarrassed to be caught watching. But when he looked again, I was still smiling.

Then I did something that showed just how bold I am. When no one else was looking, I ran my hands down over my slender body, touching my breasts, my flat tummy, my long thighs and even my now tingling crotch!

After that, the older guy could have no doubt that I wanted him, even if he found it surprising. But the problem remained of how to get us together. I took care of that, though. I got up and walked to the rest rooms at the top of the hill, and sure enough, he followed.

We stood for a moment outside the building, seeing each other in the light. But then he took the plunge. He came over, introduced himself, and asked me out. He said he'd never done anything like that before and he hoped I wouldn't think he was crazy.

But I reached out, stroked his cheek, and smiled once more.

"Where?" was all I said. "When?"

That older man, Charles, turned out to be a wonderful experience for me. He was richer than he'd appeared in his casual clothes at the pop concert, and he called for me the next Monday afternoon in a gray, chauffeur-driven limousine. I'd taken the day off from my secretarial job, and his wife would just assume he was working. That was true in a way, because the minute we pulled away from the curb he went to work on me!

He told the chauffeur to drive out into the country, and he raised the privacy panel. Behind the heavily tinted windows, we were in a sensuous little world all our own. There was soft music and a bottle of wine chilling in a silver bucket, but we didn't even need it. Instantly, we were in each other's arms.

I had worn a sheer blue dress without underwear, the better to facilitate the sex. I told you I'm shameless! Charles ran his hand up my long, smooth thigh and grasped my firm, luscious rear. With his other hand, he unzipped my dress and caressed my sexily arching back.

Then he eased my dress off my shoulders, laying me bare to the waist. He drew back and surveyed my fine front, my high, hard-nippled breasts.

"Oh, Meredith!" he exclaimed. "You're unbelievably beautiful. I don't know why you've chosen an older guy like me."

"I have my reasons," I breathed in reply. "But you're only as old as you feel." Then I reached between his legs. "Especially down here!"

I wasn't disappointed. His tool was hard as a rock, and, when I unzipped him and boldly pulled it out, a good eight inches long. I fingered its swollen head and stroked its smooth length up and down. I pressed its base and fondled his balls. He looked so amazed and happy to have a young, beautiful women doing that to him.

But he looked even happier when I leaned down and gave him some head! I ran my pink tongue around his cocktip and licked along his rigid shaft. I sucked his swollen balls and even nuzzled behind them. I got my fresh mouth all over his privates. I've never been slow to satisfy my hunger for a good, hot dick!

Coming up for air, I smiled. "I said I had my reasons for preferring older men," I told him. "Well, here they are. First, you're more experienced in pleasing women than some young stud is. Second, you appreciate me more than young guys do, especially since you get a younger women less often." I paused. "Third, it takes you longer to come, which means that much more pleasure for me!"

Then I lifted my skirt and showed him my snatch, with its neatly trimmed triangle of soft yellow fur and its tempting pink lips already wet with my juices. I've never been shy about that, either!

"And fourth," I concluded, "you older men have learned how to eat pussy. Do you like to eat pussy, Charles? Would you like to eat mine?"

He certainly would! Without a second thought, he bent down and buried his face in my humid crotch. He nuzzled my perfumed muff and teased it with his teeth. He tongued open my labes and explored all around my tender wet folds. He found my joy button and licked it rapidly, sending shivers of delight up my spine. He stuck his hard tongue way up inside me like a cock.

"Oh, Meredith!" he exulted again, coming up for air himself. "You're so pretty and delicious down there. You have a world-class quim!"

"Thank you, kind sir," I replied coquettishly. "But now it's time to fuck!"

I lay back on the leather seat of the limousine and pulled my dress all the way off. Now I was naked except for stockings and high heels. My long blonde hair was draped over my pointed, upright breasts, my hard pink nipples peeping out between the strands. I took one lock and ran it between my teeth, gazing into my lover's eyes and purring wantonly. I was a sex lover indeed.

I spread my silky thighs and invited him to enter me. As I had on the grassy hillside, I ran my hands down my slender body to my crotch. But this time, I was totally exposed and hot-to-trot!

With only a pause to add a condom, he was over me and in me. He slid his long, thick rod up my tight young sleeve all the way to the hilt. It felt wonderful. There's nothing I like better than having a nice, virile dick filling me. In fact, I feel empty without one!

Charles lunged powerfully. He supported himself on his elbows, giving me plenty of room to make my own sexy moves. Levering with my hips, I bucked my blonde mound up at him, meeting his thrusts. I raised my arms and ran my hands over his strong back. I lifted my long legs, too, and spread them in a vee, opening my vagina completely to him. I wound up with my legs on his shoulders as we humped away.

In short, I fucked like I loved it. And that was because I do!

"Oh, yeah, lover," I panted. "Fuck me now. Give me your big, hard cock. Make me come. Oh, yeah!"

"I'll give it to you, woman," he responded. "Oh, yes, I will!"

Faster and faster he worked me, until I was where I always want to be. A spectacular sensation broke between my legs and spread throughout my young, quaking body. As I lost control, I beat my fists on the limo seat, gritted my pretty teeth, and thrashed my blonde head around. When I have an orgasm, I'm a real savage!

"Oh. Oh, fuck!" I shouted. "I'm coming. Damn, am I coming. Ohhhhh!"

My lover looked pleased at what he'd made me do. But, as I said, one great thing about older men like him is that they can do so much more. He hadn't come yet, and so he was ready to prolong our mutual pleasure.

He slid his dick out of me and sat up in the car. "Get on my lap, Meredith," he grinned. "And I'll give you a ride you'll never forget!"

I did as he said. With my back to him, I lowered my just-fucked pussy onto his upstanding tool. He reached around and played with my tits as I began to move on him. He even reached down and fingered my clit to help me along. Yes, he knew how to please me!

But then he did something even better. "Go down that dirt road over there," he said through the intercom to the chauffeur. "And take it fast!"

I soon found out why. As the limo went along in a cloud of dust, even its expensive springs couldn't take care of the road shock. I bumped up and down on Charles's prick, sometimes so high that it almost slipped out of me. Now I didn't even have to do anything for my tight pussy to slide excitingly on his whole, rigid length!

"Oh, wow!" I shouted as I bounced along. "This is one hell of a ride!"

My slit and my dimpled butt met the base of his dick very hard every time I came down, sending strong sexual shivers through both of us. So it wasn't very long before we climaxed. I went through a shrieking, mind-bending orgasm that made me put out floods of hot, slick juice around his vertical rod. And he lunged up into me so strongly that I thought he'd launch me through the roof of the car!

"Yes!" my older lover gasped as he came. "Oh, Meredith. Oh, yes!"

I felt his prick jerk and pump rapidly. Then he moved me off his satisfied member and back to the seat beside him. He even pulled off his rubber and showed me how full it was.

"You're so fresh and beautiful," Charles told me as we relaxed together afterward. "But you're not innocent or 'nice.'" He paused, as if trying to understand me better. "You talk dirty," he concluded with a smile. "And you fuck like a tart!"

I took that as a compliment. If being free and easy made me that way, it was okay with me. And I sure as hell didn't want to be nice, if it meant not getting all the sex I could!

"Well, thanks again," I laughed, snuggling up to him. "I'll be your little tart, for sure!"

Then he had the chauffeur stop the limo next to a secluded pond. He hadn't undressed when we'd had sex, so he just zipped himself up and got out of the car. But he encouraged me to join him in the out of doors wearing only my stockings and high heels. Why not? I decided. It was only natural.

So there I was, romping around bare-assed in the sunshine. Charles went on to produce a picnic hamper full of expensive goodies. He spread a blanket on the grass, and we sat there and had lunch. He said it reminded him of a famous painting, with me buck-naked and him fully clothed. He also said it was like the pop concert where we'd first met, only now he didn't have to undress me with his eyes!

All that time, the chauffeur had stayed in the gray limo. But now, not being able to stand it anymore, he got out to sneak a better look at me. And I got a better look at him, as well.

What a hunk he turned out to be! Charles was great for an older guy, but this fellow was pure studsville. Tall, dark, and muscular, he was incredibly handsome. And his tailored gray uniform showed a big bulge between his legs.

The better we knew each other, the bolder Charles and I had become. He also knew how to keep a younger mistress happy. So he noticed the way his driver and I were now looking at each other, and he didn't stand in the way.

"Would you like to fuck him, Meredith?" he asked me. "I don't need to ask him if he'd like to fuck you!"

I only gave it a moment's thought, since my pussy was already wetting the blanket.

"Oh, hell, yes," I concluded. "Go ahead and bring the big guy on!"

When I'd said "big," I hadn't realized how truly I'd spoken. While Charles moved our picnic lunch and himself off the blanket, the chauffeur, whose name was Rick, forthrightly unzipped his gray trousers. Wow! I was nearly knocked over backward by the sight of his dick springing powerfully out, rock-hard and throbbing. It was a good nine inches long, and thick as my wrist. I practically came just from the sight of that fine specimen of male equipment!

"By your leave, Miss Meredith," Rick said as he rolled on a rubber. "I'm so horny from watching you and the boss that I'm ready to explode." He paused. "And I'm not a driver for nothing. I want to drive my great big cock right into your juicy twat!"

"I won't be coy," I purred right back at him. "Go ahead and do it!"

I made to lie back and spread for Rick, but he motioned me up on my hands and knees instead. He didn't appear to want rear entry, but he did want to fuck my pussy from behind. I assumed the position, waiting for the thrilling moment of contact, which would be a surprise because I couldn't see him. He knelt behind me and grasped my waist.

Then he was in. And my, what a pussy-filling cock he did have! It completely stuffed my hot sleeve from side to side and from end to end. And when he began thrusting, the sensation was incredibly strong.

"Oh, babe!" Rick exclaimed as he boffed me long and hard. He was long and hard, indeed! "What a blonde beauty you are. But you've got a raunchy little twat!"

I'd heard that before, from Charles. But I really didn't care. Down and dirty, nice and pure, it was all the same to me.

"Just fuck me now," I panted. "Fuck me good!"

And he did, there in the great out of doors. Although my eyes were glazed with sex, I looked at the pond, the trees, and the fresh green grass. As I did, I seemed to blend right into the scene. And why not, again? Sex was as natural as anything, so nature was the ideal place for it.

Rick went on to fuck me from all angles. He even took his cock out of me for a while and rubbed it over my firm young buns and down in my crack. His hands stroked my sleek, arching back and squeezed my luscious butt. He gave me all I could handle and more.

In my all-fours position, my long blonde hair hung down and swung in the breeze. My cone-shaped breasts hung and shook, too, my hard pink nipples pointing downward. I thrust my pretty head forward, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and moaned with joy. I was having one hell of a time!

"Oh!" I went. "Oh, Rick, fuck me. Oh, yeah!"

"I'll fuck you, babe," he grunted happily from behind me. "I'll make you pop!"

Truer words were never spoken. Just an instant later, I really let loose. Great waves of absolute pleasure flowed all through my straining body. My pussy felt like it was on a wonderful kind of fire. I came so hard I thought I'd never stop.

"Oh, fuck, oh, damn!" I screamed as that big dick put me through changes. "Oh, fuck. Ohhhhh!"

Then Rick came, too. But before he shot his wad, I had the presence of mind to ask him to pull out of me. You see, I have another confession to make. I just love the sight of jism, and I wanted to see him spurt!

"Oh, look at that!" I panted, turning around just in time to see him pull off his rubber and ejaculate freely. His jets were long and pure white, and he sure had a lot of them. "Come for me, Rick. Show me everything you've got!"

"Here it is, Meredith," he laughed. He looked surprised and pleased by my interest, as he made a big puddle on the blanket. "If we knew each other better, you might want to eat it!"

I would have. But as it was, I rubbed my pretty hands in the stuff. It felt so warm and clean. If some people thought sex was dirty, I only wished they could see how happy I was then.

But my fascination with male fluid had another surprise waiting for it. While Rick and I fucked, Charles hadn't been idle. I'd almost forgotten about my older friend, but now I noticed him sitting off to the side. And he had his cock out, and he was jerking it off! Excitedly, I rushed over and knelt down.

"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed, feeling totally free and shameless. "Another big dick to spurt for me. Get it off, lover. Get it off right!"

He sure as hell did. In a minute, more long white jets met my young and lustful eyes. His athletic body tensed, and he pressed his fingers hard at the base of his coming member, making himself as happy as he could. Soon, I had another warm puddle to wipe my hands in!

At last, the three of us got up and went back to the limo. I dried my hands off on the blanket, which was one blanket that would have to be dry-cleaned.

"I don't know what came over me," Charles said. "I started out pretty shyly with you, Meredith, but then we wound up doing all that stuff. And Rick, you must think I'm a voyeur."

"Don't worry about it, boss," the chauffeur grinned. "In fact, I should pay you today."

"No, don't worry," I agreed, as I wiggled back into my dress. "No second thoughts. If it feels good, do it. And an older guy like you should go for all the ever-living, ever-loving sex he can get!"

Then we rode back to town, all three feeling that marvelous, just-fucked tingle between our thighs.

But that wasn't the end of my experiences with Charles.

And I could hardly wait to get back to my apartment to share what I'd done that day with a certain someone else!