Chapter 6
He was an average guy, not rich like Charles. I met him when he came into the office one day to call on my boss. But the minute we saw each other, something clicked. I'd read about pheromones and instant sexual attraction, and that was surely the case. In about thirty seconds, my pussy had started to moisten!
His name was Guy, and he wasn't a bad-looking guy at that. In his fifties, silver-haired, and with a wedding ring on his finger, he was just the way I like them. Big, with a hearty laugh and an obvious appetite for pleasure, he was inspired by my slim, twenty-two-year-old self to give me all I could handle.
To make a long story short, Guy asked me out, and we fucked. We kept fucking, whenever he didn't have to be with his wife. I didn't feel sorry for her, though, because he apparently gave her all she wanted, too. He was a regular sex machine. As he'd grown older, he'd only gotten more virile and better.
But an interesting thing about Guy was the stories he told me. So I'll repeat some, while I drip just like I did when I heard them!
I've always been highly sexed, Meredith (Guy related as we lay in bed after a particularly great mutual orgasm). And one of the things that made me that way happened when I was only nineteen.
If you turned that age in the 1950s, as I did, sex was still a delightfully forbidden thing. The movies didn't show much more than kisses. Even the men's magazines had only breasts and behinds. And if you got a virgin's bra off in the back seat of a car, you considered yourself lucky.
Of course, some people your age had gone all the way. And among the older folks, there was just as much sex as there is now. But it seemed forbidden. And, in a way, that even made it more fun.
The women, too, seemed different. Maybe it was because it was older ones who usually posed for the men's mags, but they were less tanned, more full-figured, and bustier. That was the era of the breast, anyway. Given Monroe, Mansfield, and Van Doren as sex symbols, every guy was a tit man. And those blonde bombshells even set off their twin delights with tight sweaters and pushup bras.
It was a great time for watching, as well. Maybe because you couldn't do as much, there was a lot to see and dream about. And sometimes it all came together, as it did for me one night.
I was still living at home, and I was sitting in my room, staring idly at the house next door. Suddenly, a light went on in the master bedroom, and Mrs. Marsh, our thirty-five-year-old neighbor, walked in. She was wearing a tight white sweater over her prodigious breasts, a formatting black skirt over her curvy rump, a matching patent leather belt around her hourglass waist, and stockings and high heels. She had on heavy make-up, and her blonde hair was sprayed into a complicated style. That was another great thing about women then. Their formal faces and hair contrasted wildly with their natural flesh when they were nude.
Anyway, as I watched closely now, Mrs. Marsh began to undress! First, her sweater came up and off, revealing her jutting twin beauties in a stiff white bra, with their creamy flesh swelling out on top. Next, her belt was unbuckled and her skirt unzipped and shed, leaving her belly and rear in full-cut white panties. It was fascinating to see her strip, totally unaware of the fact that I was looking on.
But soon, it got even better! As I swallowed hard, and as my young cock got hard, too, Mrs. Marsh reached behind her smooth back and unhooked her bra. Then she shrugged it off, and there they were!
They were bigger, fuller, and heavier than I'd ever imagined, thrusting powerfully out into the room. She even studied them, lifted them in her hands, and massaged the red marks from the bra away. When she did that, her nipples got thick and hard.
I was seeing Mrs. Marsh's giant white breasts! Before I'd even had a chance to absorb that, though, she sat down at her vanity and rolled off her stockings. I might have hoped for a garter belt, but the sight of her generous thighs and her shapely thighs was good enough. Now she was only in her panties, with most of her smooth white skin, her mouth-watering curves, maddeningly bare.
She went on to study herself in the mirror, making sexy wiggles that again she thought were unobserved. Moreover, she raised her arms over her blonde head, which lifted her breasts to unbelievable fullness.
That would have been enough, as much as I'd seen in the men's magazines, but in the flesh. She was a mature, voluptuous blonde like Monroe or Mansfield, but right next door. I could have imagined inhaling her perfume and stroking her soft, warm skin. Already, my dick was not only rock-hard and throbbing, but dripping and ready to come almost without being touched.
But then Mrs. Marsh stood up and slipped off her panties, down over her gorgeous, shifting rear. And a moment later, she turned and I saw it all!
At age nineteen, it was my very first time. You just didn't see pubic hair in those days, not even in pictures. Certainly, you didn't encounter such a lush blanket of yellow fur as she had, so curly, soft and tempting.
Below her bush, though, I saw even more. There was a hint of her most intimate place, her swollen red vulva. She even reached between her legs and stroked her seam. That made her shudder with delight, and me, too!
Now she would put on a nightgown, I thought, and my marvelous show would be over. But, instead, she lay down naked on her bed! Her full breasts, crowned by her hard red nipples, stood up to perfect roundness. Her white belly looked like the most wonderful pillow in the world, and there was an expectant look on her face. But, best of all, her snowy thighs were spread, revealing all of her dripping, ready pink.
That was when Mr. Marsh entered the room. His wife had come upstairs to get ready for sex, I now realized.
I was going to see them fuck!
Mr. Marsh proceeded to strip down, releasing a cock that was as hard and throbbing as my own. He got over his wife, who smiled and stretched out her arms to him, and plunged his rod right into her. I'm not ashamed to say that I took mine out, too, and played along.
While my young body strained and my head swam, I watched and stroked. My expectations had been raised every step of the way that night, and now everything was to be fulfilled. I'd gone from watching a real woman undress, to seeing her naked, to seeing her do the actual deed! It was far, far better than any picture could ever be.
And there was the motion of it, her big breasts rolling and changing shape, her belly and upraised thighs tensing, her rear shifting, and every inch of her naked white flesh quivering with delight.
It was a 1950s dream come true. What's more, I could even see her husband's tool sliding into her hot, wet hole!
And when they came together, when I could actually see her orgasm surge through her and could almost hear her squeals of pleasure, I came, too. I left a puddle on the rug surely as big as the liquid load her husband pumped inside her!
In a few years, the movies and the magazines became more explicit, and I had real sexual experiences of my own. But after that night, whenever I saw Mrs. Marsh, I nearly creamed my jeans!
Later, in the 1960s (Guy continued, in a segue into another story), I'd gone to work in an office downtown. My secretary, Sandy, was a willowy blonde like you, Meredith, and we really hit it off. It was only a question of time before we got it on!
Things were freer then, but the heavy make-up and sprayed hair of the 1950s were still around. One night, when she and I were working late together, I found myself really staring at Sandy. Her stylish figure in a short, sleeveless black dress, not to mention her smooth bare arms and legs, were deeply affecting me. And her eye shadow and red lipstick helped to make her pretty face endlessly appealing.
I offered her a ride home, and she accepted, guessing it would be a lot more than that. At her place, she sat me down on the sofa, put on some soft music, and offered me a glass of wine. Then she walked slinkily toward the bedroom in her high heels.
As she moved, she looked provocatively over her shoulder at me. She also unzipped her dress, showing me her smooth, slender back.
Sandy returned wearing a filmy black negligee that revealed more than it concealed. I could see her high, pointed breasts right through it, her puckered areolae and her hard pink nipples. Her long legs moved gracefully and her trim rear shifted sexily. I could even see her modest triangle of yellow fur through the lace.
There was something about tall, slender women, I decided then. Their sexual characteristics weren't that forceful. But bone structure, overall tightness, and gentle curves were just as exciting. Call me a connoisseur and a lover of the female form, but that was how I saw it. And all women liked to be a little more sexy for men back then, if I may be forgiven for saying it.
In any event, Sandy eased herself down onto my lap. She boldly pulled up her negligee when she did it, too, letting her bare bottom contact me. In fact, I could feel her damp, wet sex right on my growing erection in my pants. My mouth went dry and my head pounded.
I inhaled her perfume and kissed her lipsticked mouth. My hands went to her breasts, my thumbs stroking her nipples. She raised her arms, and I peeled her negligee off, caressing her smooth, uniformly white skin. I ran my hands over her upper body, then her hard round behind. At last, I ran my fingers up her thigh and straight onto her quim.
Sandy came wildly alive. Panting hotly into my ear, she asked me to fuck her. I laid her back on the sofa, and she spread her legs. I could see everything, from her outer lips, to her clit, to a lot of juicy pink. I sprang to my feet and stripped down. My cock sprang out, too, and Sandy gasped with pleasure when she saw its throbbing length.
I got over her and plunged deeply inside. It was missionary position, but that was more than enough. She looked wonderful as she lay under me, her long-lashed eyes closed and her red mouth open in a pant.
Her warm, smooth body felt marvelous against me as I began thrusting away. Soon, she quivered and came, lifting her long, shapely legs and hugging me strongly.
But if I thought it was just going to be straight sex, I was in for a pleasant surprise. Before I could come, too, Sandy urged me off her, had me sit up, and knelt on the rug in front of me.
Suddenly, my cock was between her full lips and she was giving me fantastic head! Women didn't go down as much in those days, so it was a revelation. She even left traces of lipstick on my rod as she sucked me.
It blew my mind to watch my big member going into her heavily made-up face. Her blonde hair shook and her blue eyes looked wantonly up at me. Her soft hands stroked my straining legs as she did me, sending electric thrills through my rigid body.
Finally, I felt myself coming, and I tried to push her off me. But Sandy indicated otherwise. As I went through an incredibly strong, teeth-rattling climax, she took every ounce of my stuff deep in her avid mouth. I could see her throat moving as she swallowed it all.
But that wasn't quite the end of it. Raising herself so that her exciting, pointed breasts were at my cock, she massaged it with them, prolonging my pleasure. At the same time, she reached down and got two fingers into her slippery sex.
The contact of a cock on her breasts and the way she was fingering herself were enough to send her over the top again. Shuddering all over, she collapsed to the floor.
And that was enough to bring me back to full, throbbing erection. So I joined her on the rug, and I was soon fucking her strongly once more.
This time, when I came, it was as though her magical quim was sucking me dry. I filled it to the brim with everything I had in me.
We slept for a while, then I got dressed and went on home. Sandy said good-bye to me, one beautiful, pointed breast visible through the crack in the door. But that wasn't the only time we "worked late" together!
"Gee!" I responded, after Guy had told me that story. "Hearing about those times really expands my sexual horizons."
"I'm glad, Meredith," my older lover replied. "As you can see, I was a pretty insatiable fellow back then, and I still am." He paused. "Someone once said that in erotic stories, all males have to be satyrs and all females nymphomaniacs. But that's not telling you anything new."
"No, it isn't," I laughed, snuggling up to him. "I'm a nympho, guilty as charged. But anyone can be up for a lot of sex if they just maintain the mood for it."
"One more thing," Guy concluded. "As I described her, Sandy was a lot like you. And a great thing about staying active as you get older is that you keep meeting the same types, or even better. You'll find that, also."
Then, as if to demonstrate his continued potency, he got over me and made love to me once more. After that, whenever we got together, we made it, he told his sexy stories, and then we made it again.
It was fuck, and tell, and fuck!
Another time (Guy continued, on another night), my sexy secretary, Sandy, and I were working late again. Her desk was across from mine, and we were getting hot just from looking at each other. In fact, we were so hot that we knew we couldn't even wait until we got to her place or mine. But we couldn't actually fuck there at the office, because we weren't alone that night and somebody might walk in.
That was when some kinkiness took over. Giving me a sultry smile, Sandy suddenly unbuttoned her blouse, just far enough that she could close it quickly if she had to. Then, not having worn a bra that day, she flashed me with one, then both of her exciting, pointy breasts.
She went on to fondle them, looking straight into my eyes. It was as though she wanted me to pretend that her hands were mine, and I did. I felt as if I were actually touching those tits of hers.
By that time, my cock was rock-hard, pushing out my pants under my desk. And it didn't help matters when Sandy began licking her sensuous lips and making wanton eyes at me. What was she doing? I wondered. I knew we couldn't fuck there, so it seemed like a cruel tease.
Suddenly, I had it. With a smile, my partner put one hand in her lap, and nodded for me to put my hands in mine. She wanted us to jerk off together! What an inventive young woman she was. That was one thing we could do in the office without anybody being the wiser.
And we did it. Hidden by my desk, I unzipped my pants and freed my throbbing rod. Still meeting Sandy's eyes, I began to stroke my sensitive length.
Under her desk, the slender blonde did likewise with what must have been her wildly juicing pussy. I could picture her tugging her skirt up and her panties aside. With her other hand, she continued to caress her marvelous breasts.
Our eyes grew glazed over with happy lust, and our faces strained as we built higher and higher. We were going to go all the way, using each other as masturbatory models!
Then we came. It hadn't taken long, because we were both so primed from looking at each other before. A huge orgasm broke at the base of my member, then surged out along it and halfway up my spine. A moment after that, I let off a real gusher, giving the office clean-up crew something to wonder about later.
Sandy got herself off, too. Squeezing one breast hard, going rigid in her chair, closing her eyes, throwing her head back and gasping, she put herself in heaven. I could picture her juices rushing out onto her finger below her desk.
We caught our breath. I zipped my satisfied cock back in, and she rearranged her skirt and panties. We went back to work, without a word having been spoken between us before, during, or after that kinky experience.
But, since she'd initiated it, I realized what a not only sexy but also liberated young woman Sandy was. And the rest of that evening, our faces wore secret smiles.
That having been said, one night the office sex did get far more overt between us (Guy concluded). Again, Sandy and I got turned on from looking at each other.
But I think I was a little more desperate for fulfillment than she was, and being a smart partner, she picked up on it. Suddenly, she got up from her desk, walked sexily over, and crawled under mine!
It was a cliché, I knew, but some of the best clichés can be thrillingly real. She was going to give me a blow job from under my desk! Sure enough, she unzipped my pants and let my ready cock spring into her mouth.
The whole thing was made more thrilling, too, by the fact that just then another employee walked in and started talking to me! I had to listen to him and keep a straight face while Sandy "talked" to me below.
It wasn't made any easier by the fact that she was giving me fantastic head. She took me deeply into her mouth, tonguing the underside of my shaft, pursing her lips and sucking strongly. My whole body responded, and I wanted to move around in my chair.
But I couldn't do such things as tense my gut, throw back my head, close my eyes and just enjoy. I had to play it cool. I even had to reply to what the other employee was saying to me, keeping my voice under control.
Still, the whole situation turned my dick on even more. It was huge and hard, achingly sensitive, as I received the blow job of my life. I felt myself building to a marvelous climax.
Even so, I could see the humor of the thing, and I was sure Sandy could, too. That was why she'd kept sucking me even when the other guy had come in. So I was a mass of conflicting emotions, wanting to sigh, laugh, and come all at once!
At last, the other employee left, and just then I made it. I was finally able to heave and shout. If anyone had still been within earshot, they might have thought I'd had a sudden inspiration in my work!
But my inspiration was all coming from Sandy's eager mouth. And, speaking of coming and earshot, the next thing that happened was a come shot—mine! I squirted volumes, all of which my sexy secretary took straight down her thirsty throat.
She crawled out from under my desk, licking her lips, and we finally let go. I zipped my cock back in and stood up, and we laughed and hugged uncontrollably. And when it was finally time to leave the office, we went to her place and did it right, all over the bed!
"Did you ever have a three-way, Guy?" I asked my older lover, as we relaxed in bed after another of our own fucks. It wasn't that I was thinking of one for him, myself, and, say, Adrienne, since I'd sort of pressed my lesbo roomie to the limit by getting her to fuck Charles with me. Nor did he know that I was bi, though he might have guessed.
Still, I was curious. Maybe he'd known some bi women through a three-way, and I could get off from hearing about them as well as him! Men were always telling me about three-and four-ways, anyhow.
"Well, yes, I did, Meredith," he replied, stroking my long blonde hair. "It happened long ago, before I was married, as all of what I've been telling you thus far did. And here's how it came about, if you'll excuse the pun."
It didn't take much urging to get Guy to tell his sexy stories!
One time (Guy recalled), I decided to spend my day off at a shopping mall. After I'd done some errands and bought a new suit, I went to the food court for lunch.
Before long, two young women sat down at the table next to mine. One was blonde and the other dark-haired, and they were very appealing and stylish in the print dresses they had on. I struck up a conversation, and they introduced themselves.
"I'm Sheila, and this is Susie," the dark one said with an open smile. "We work together at a clothing store, and we live together, too."
I was more attracted to Susie than to Sheila, but I couldn't very well just ask her out. So I did something daring, for me. I asked both of them to meet me after work for some dinner, figuring there was no harm in that. And they agreed.
As they walked away, their clean sexuality and their classy figures made my manhood rise. If, by some stroke of luck, I got to make it with both of them, it would be like doing it with two fashion models.
But there'd be one difference. Unlike models, I'd noticed that their otherwise slender bodies included heavy, well-developed breasts!
We had dinner at a nice restaurant, and one thing led to another. They must have gotten their pretty heads together in the interim, because they weren't slow to invite me back to their place. I still thought it might be just Susie who wanted me despite their closeness, and that Sheila might retire. But when they sat me down on the couch, I discovered just how close they were!
"Here, let me undress you, dear," the dark-haired beauty said to the blonde one. "So we can make love with this nice man."
"Yes, please," was the reply. "But I'll strip you at the same time, darling. Then we'll both be all naked and ready to go!"
It was so casual and so wildly exciting at the same time. I watched spellbound as they slowly and sensuously took off each other's dress. They kissed, caressed, and sighed, as my cock rose strongly at the sight. There was something about the way their sweet lips met, their eyelids fluttered, and their gentle hands stroked each other's silky hair and satiny flesh, that affected me deeply. It was my first real encounter with lesbian love, and I loved it, too.
They turned to me, still embracing, in only their underwear. In the lacy lingerie they had on, they really looked like models, given their slender arms, flat tummies, trim behinds, and long, classy legs. But there were also their round, D-cup breasts swelling out above!
"Do you like us?" Susie asked me.
"You've got to be kidding," I laughed. "Of course I do."
"Good," Sheila smiled. "Then we'll do some more!"
Facing me and moving like exotic dancers, they proceeded to get totally nude. They divested themselves of bras, panties, garter belts, and stockings, until they were standing shamelessly before me. Sheila's dark hair and bush, and Susie's blonde ones, provided marvelous variety. Their muffs were even shaved into neat lines, as I might have expected from their overall fastidiousness. They probably shaved each other's! And their bare breasts were just as big, round, and firm as I'd imagined.
Then they undressed me, oohing and ahhing over my upstanding cock, and we headed for the bedroom!
Pulling back the covers, Sheila and Susie got onto the mattress and went head to foot. As I watched in fascination, each fastened her mouth on the other's wet pink sex while eager hands grasped tight behinds and full breasts pressed flat tummies. Sighing and cooing, they sucked and tongued loudly as I marveled at their arching backs and their graceful limbs. I watched them bring each other to a poignant, quivering orgasm, then another. By that time, it was all I could do to keep from coming myself.
At last, they broke their clinch and turned to me. "We don't want you to feel left out," Susie purred.
"Oh, no," Sheila agreed. Moving to the edge of the bed, where I was standing, she took hold of my cock and kissed its tip.
"Ladies, you've already fulfilled my wildest fantasies," I replied. "It was a privilege to watch you. I almost feel like I'm an afterthought to your pleasure."
I paused. "But you're damn right. I want to—I have to get into your game!"
Then they lay back side by side, spreading their classy legs and showing me everything they had. I feasted my eyes on two cleanly beautiful openings, one light-furred and one dark. There were four perfectly round, upstanding breasts as well, each crowned with a cherry-like nipple. And two pretty mouths smiled invitingly, while two pairs of silky arms reached out for me. It was every man's dream!
And I made it real. I started with Susie, the one I'd wanted most, getting over her and deftly sliding my swollen rod right under her soft golden bush, deeply into her hot, tight channel. She moved sensitively under me, reaching up to stroke my shoulders, levering her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, meeting my eyes with a look of empathy and erotic concentration. I was also able to look down between us and see her ample breasts bobbing proudly.
"Oh, yes, Guy," Susie sighed. "Make love to me. Oh, yes!"
She came, softly but excitingly, her sex growing wetter around my probing rod and her smooth flesh quivering. She looked so dreamy and delicious during her orgasm that I could have eaten her all up. What a sweet, clean young woman, and how sweetly she fucked, too!
But I didn't get a chance to eat her in any way, shape, or form, because Sheila was begging for my attentions.
"Now me," the more openly sexy roommate said. "It's my turn!"
So I slid out of Susie, moved over on the bed, and repeated the process. Up under Sheila's dark bush went my ready rod. far into her slick, warm sleeve. She reacted in much the same way her friend had, but with more ardor. Where Susie had been sweet, Sheila was saucy! She rolled her brown eyes, licked her lips, and panted hungrily for what I was giving.
"Oh. Oh. Oh!" the lovely exclaimed, losing all restraint. She thrust her pelvis upward as if to suck my joy stick into her. "Oh, Guy. Oh!"
And when she, too, climaxed, it was with a shout of release, a virtual flood of love fluid around my plunging member, and a seizure of my body with her long, clutching limbs.
I had satisfied them both, but my energy was limitless. If there'd been a bevy of young wantons on the bed, I could have moved down the line from one to the next, all the way to infinity! That was how I felt. I was hard as granite and sensitive as a feather, yet I wasn't ready to come. That was what their lesbian display and my having two at the same time, for the first time, had done for me.
So, to her mild surprise, I moved back to blonde Susie. And, just when her twin-globed chest had stopped heaving and her sighs had subsided, I brought her to pleasure's door again. When I'd done that, I re-serviced dark Sheila, making her pant and gasp without still having come myself.
I moved back and forth, the bed becoming wet and my rod dripping with their expressions of love. Their smooth skin grew sweat-soaked, their sweet sexes swollen, and their eyes glazed with feminine lust as I gave them all they could want or need.
Those two pleasure seekers nearly went into hysterics with each new touch of my magic wand!
At last, they could do no more. "Oh, Guy, please come!" Sheila entreated. "I'm not complaining, but we are fucked out."
"Yes, Guy," Susie added, her sweet voice quavering. "We need your soothing sperm!"
But then a wonderful competition surfaced.
"Come in me!" Sheila coaxed.
"No. in me!" Susie argued.
"No, me!"
What a marvelous problem for a man to have to solve! And, being a fair man and in the spirit of the whole evening, I reached a fair solution.
As an orgasm that felt like the creation of the world wracked my cock and my entire body, I shot half my stuff into one of them, and half into the other.
And that was my day at the mall!
"Damn, Guy!" said I, Meredith, as I lay naked beside him. "You sure can tell it. Like they say, you're a poet and you don't know it. You've nearly blown my mind!"
My thighs were clammy, and my pussy was just oozing juice. His dick, too, was standing straight up from the effects of his own story.
"Well, maybe I got a bit carried away," he laughed. "Still, it was a defining experience of my life."
I gave him a good-natured poke. "'Defining experience,' hell," I replied. "You'd better get your 'defining experience' right into my hot little quim and give us both some relief!" I paused. "And you'd better not take as long as you did with those two fancy women to come."
He did, and he didn't. The minute he got over me and slipped me the goods, my pussy spasmed uncontrollably. My fingers and toes curled, my twenty-two-year-old body shook in waves, and my sharp tits quivered just as much as those four round hooters he'd described.
His fifty-plus-year-old form, not to mention his great big cock, put on a similarly quick performance. Suddenly, he was shooting great spurts, enough for three women, of what I wanted, too.
Yes, I'd found a live one in Guy. And that wasn't the end of his sexy memoirs. As he'd gotten older, freer, and more experienced, it had only gotten better!