Chapter 10
Joe and Jennifer first settled down to observe another married couple who happened to be making it with each other, almost as a change of pace. The guy was average-looking and dark, and he introduced himself as Jim. But the woman was short, cute, and blonde, with a sex-charged figure that just wouldn't quit. Her name was Toni, and she was practically a fair-haired version of Jenny herself.
Jim was quite a talker, and as he relaxed on a couch, he insisted on relating his history from a sexual point of view. No one was arguing, though, because it developed that he'd been a world-class swinger. His wife had been no slouch either, before and during their marriage, in which they'd pooled their resources to do things even better.
But there was another thing that made Jim's story easier to listen to. All the time he was telling it, his wife was sitting between his legs and idly sucking his cock!
I didn't lose my virginity until I was nineteen (the dark-haired guy began). I looked at sex magazines and I dreamed and I masturbated a lot, but I was sort of backward at making the leap to the real thing.
All that was changed by my mother's raven-haired friend, Natasha. She was a stage actress from the city, and she came to town one summer to stay with us for a vacation while I was home from college. After a week, she got bored, saying there was absolutely nothing to do. Instead of going home, though, she made up the activity of seducing me!
Natasha was fifty-five if she was a day. But as an actress, she'd kept herself in great shape, and her whole manner was very exotic and intriguing. She wore long, loose black dresses, too, which made her extremely alluring. And that wasn't to mention her thick make-up, her heavy perfume, and her foreign accent.
In short, she was a real "dragon lady," and a young guy like me didn't have a prayer of resisting her even if I'd wanted to!
"You know, Jimmy, I'm old enough to be your mother," she said one morning, surprising me in my bedroom. "Yes, ma'am," I gulped. I was still in my undershorts, and my parents were out of the house, so I was totally at her mercy.
"But I think you still find me attractive," the dark temptress went on, in her low, sultry voice. "In fact, I know so. I can see it by what you have between your legs!"
Her words only made my cock get harder. I had to cover myself with my hand to keep it from pushing out through my open fly.
"Oh, don't do that," Natasha objected. "Let me see it, please. I've loved many men, and I'll tell you what kind of equipment you have."
With her artfully playing on my youthful fear of inadequacy, I had no choice. So I took my hand away and let it spring out and upward, fully hard and throbbing with my heartbeat.
"My, that is a nice one!" the fifty-plus female exclaimed, her eyes lighting up and her sensuous mouth falling open. "You'll have no problem with women at all."
She paused meaningfully.
"I can say that," she concluded with a devilish smile, "because I know you won't have any trouble with me!"
Then she reached out her hand and took hold of my cock, and I kissed my virginity good-bye.
The first thing that happened was sort of embarrassing. The instant she touched me, I came! It even shot all over her long black dress, making me apologize profusely. I was even sorrier that my first time hadn't really happened.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Natasha laughed, as she found some tissues and wiped herself off. "If it had been an older man, I'd be concerned that he could do no more. But we'll have you up again in no time."
Then, to my amazement and delight, she sank gracefully to her knees and began licking my half-hard member! Her dark eyes gazed soulfully up at me, her heavily made-up face looked so exotic, and her hot tongue worked so skillfully on me. She even took my cock between her sensuous lips and gave it a few strong sucks.
My young mind was blown, as well. I had never even come close to making it with a gal my age, and now this. My first time was beginning in a much older woman's hand and mouth!
"There you are, Jimmy!" my seductress exclaimed. "You're as hard as a rock once more. But please try to control yourself now. Otherwise, you'll miss the delights I have in store for you, and you'll disappoint me."
"I will, ma'am," I nodded, like a pupil, as she casually shucked off my shorts and had me sit down on my bed.
Then Natasha proceeded to strip for me!
The next few minutes were incredible. As I watched, probably with my tongue hanging out, she smilingly reached behind her back, unzipped her flowing dress with an impossibly sexy sound, and, with a stage actress's flair, writhed and wiggled out of it. I still could hardly believe this was happening to me.
That left her in a matching black brassiere, panties, garter belt, and stockings, after she'd also kicked off her shoes. Apparently, she never dressed down, even when she was on vacation in the country.
"Do you like what you see?" she paused to inquire.
"Oh, yes," I gasped, hoping I wouldn't wake from the dream. "Yes!"
Her breasts were mature and heavy, but they looked as though they'd be well-shaped when out of her bra. Nor did I have long to wait to find out. With a deeply alluring look, she reached behind her back again, unhooked the garment, and shrugged it off her shoulders, freeing them.
"And do you like these?" Natasha laughed, surely knowing my answer.
"Uh-huh," I gulped. "Oh!"
They were really the first breasts I'd seen close up, but there was more to it than that, and to them. Wide and full, projecting forward, downward, and to her sides, and focused by long, thick nipples and strongly puckered areolae, they were my perfect introduction to that feminine feature. "Well, if you like them, get to know them," the woman whose breasts they were, proclaimed.
Having said that, she walked sensuously forward, lifted them in her hands, and pushed them shamelessly at my fresh young face.
The next few minutes were heaven for me. After the first, thrilling touch, I went all over those magnificent mammaries, exploring them with my fingers, my lips, and my tongue. Despite my lover's years, they were smooth and white, in proof of the adage that women don't age below the neck. I wound up sucking on her matronly nipples, moving from one to the other in perfect contentment.
"That's enough of that," Natasha finally purred, gently pushing my face away. "Not that I don't enjoy it also, but we have much more to do!"
Then she stood back, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her black panties, and, thrusting her hips forward and looking intently downward, pushed the garment off and showed me something even better below.
My first real sight of a woman's private parts was truly astounding. I viewed an extensive dark bush above swollen brown labia that were already moist with desire. As if to satisfy my further curiosity, my much older lover went on to finger herself open, displaying a bewildering array of tender pink folds.
"And this," she questioned smilingly. "Do you like this, as well?"
She knew the answer, of course. I was lost in the presence of that snatch, that pussy, that quim of hers, and I must have been gaping at it. When I'd seen them in magazines, breasts had been mysterious enough, but what was between a woman's legs had been impossibly alluring. And my first real example belonged to someone who must have entertained, through it, a multitude of men.
I wasn't slow to act, however. While I remained speechless, I followed Natasha's fingers there, investigating every slippery, stirring configuration. When she showed me where her clitoris was, I concentrated on that. Then, surprising both of us, I pulled her to me and began to use my tongue.
"Ohhh, Jimmy!" she moaned, for the first time betraying her own passion. "You are a good pupil. Yes, do that, do it faster. Ohhhhh!"
I was too inexperienced to know whether I made her climax or not, but she did heave and quiver. I was also conscious of the feel of her I naked rear under my hands, but that, and the rest of her body, were really secondary. Her breasts a few minutes before, and her quim now, were the only features for me. So I feasted to my heart's content and hers, I lapping her warm, exotic nectar. Finally, though, I she also eased my head away from there.
"We must fuck now, young man," she said forthrightly. her words alone being enough to set my temples throbbing. "It's time to make you into a man. indeed!"
Natasha flowed past me onto my bed and lay back languidly. I'd always dreamed of having a woman in my room, but the form the reality had taken was incredible. I was being initiated into sex by my mother's friend.
She had left her black garter belt and stockings on, too, which added to her seductiveness. Her thick-nippled breasts reposed large and inviting, her satiny thighs were spread, and her dark-furred quim remained wide open and ready to receive me. Her whole foreign manner also led me on.
My cock was achingly hard, and had been for a long while. I only hoped I could keep myself under control and not climax the instant it touched her. as I'd done with her hand. But I got over her and positioned it at her door.
Her sweet breath came at my face. Her exotic perfume enveloped me in a mist. Her older, wiser eyes candidly met mine.
"Do it." she said throatily. "Do it now!"
And I did. Oh, yes, I did!
My first time was all I'd hoped for. With this matronly woman, though, it was even more. From long experience, she knew everything to do, and every move to make for our mutual pleasure. Without being obtrusive, she even coached me, telling me how to hold my body, how fast or slowly to thrust, and from what angle to approach her.
Her quim was deep, hot, and silky. I thrilled to the feel of her slick juices on my rod, so much better than when I'd only masturbated. Despite her many lovers, she was still tight, too, fitting me like a second skin.
Above all, she taught me to take my time! It was something that would make women like me, she whispered into my ear, as well as prolong my own pleasure. They took longer to finish than men. So, while it was all I could do to hold off, I did so, and I was rewarded.
"Ohhh, yes!" Natasha moaned, as she went through what I knew was an orgasm this time. "Ohhh!"
I looked down between us to see her large breasts quiver, her nipples grow harder than ever, and her belly tighten above the amazing location where we were joined.
"Ohhh, Jimmy!" she sighed deeply. "Ohhh, you are a real man. Ohhhhh!"
I was glad I'd been able to do that for her, since it made me feel even more like a man. But that wasn't my only thought.
Now that she'd made it, I could at last have my own, marvelous release.
So, with a thrust so far into her that it felt as though my balls would follow, I took it!
As we know, a guy's first orgasm with a woman is a revelation, since it's so much better than what he was able to do for himself. There are the thousand additional, contributing sensations of her naked body. And there's the knowledge that one finally did it for real, the deep satisfaction.
But how much better to have accomplished it with a woman like this, rather than some younger woman. My orgasm, which involved my whole body, mind, and spirit, was wonderfully long, strong, and gratifying.
"Ohhh, yeah!" I shouted at the ultimate moment, my every muscle straining. "Yeah! Ohhh, yeah. Ohhhhh!"
"Ohhh. lover!" responded Natasha, her dark eyes looking thrilled for both of us. "Ohhh, now give me, give me your seed!"
And I spurted joyfully inside her, then collapsed onto her heaving bosom like a dutiful young man.
At that point, there at the orgy, Jim interrupted his tale. It was for a good reason, however. His cute blonde wife, Toni, had just sucked his cock all the way off! She'd been inspired by the climax he was telling about, and so had he.
"Well, there's nothing like mixing the present with the past," he laughed, as he shot into her mouth and she swallowed. "Next time, I'll eat you, dear, and you can tell the story. But now, back to Natasha!"
Needless to say, that wasn't the only time she and I had sex that summer (Jim went on). Once it had happened, I couldn't get enough of her, and she was insatiable as well. We couldn't wait for my parents to get out of the house, and then we were on each other like crazy.
She taught me every kind of sexual act, and we performed each of them many times. I was lucky to have such an instructor, and she said she was fortunate to have such a hot, ready young cock at her disposal!
While she still maintained her arousing aura of mystery, we became great friends, too. That woman who was at least thirty-five years older would lie naked in my arms, with me stroking her breasts and her loins, and would tell me explicit tales like the one I'm engaged in now. And then, of course, we'd make it again.
"I hope you're not bored with this small town anymore," I said to her one day.
"Oh, no," she purred, giving my cock a squeeze. "But that's only because I've created my own, sexual world here, and you're the only other one in it."
Naturally, I would find out later that such had already been done, that I was a citizen of Orgy Town. My parents had long been swingers, and that was one reason they were out of the house so often.
Before the summer was over, though, and she went back to the city, Natasha did make two revelations. One of them wasn't that surprising if I'd thought about it, but the other really blew my mind!
"Have you ever wondered why your mother hasn't even faintly guessed what you and I have been up to?" her exotic, fifty-five-year-old friend asked me one afternoon.
"Well, no," I replied.
"She hasn't guessed, because she's known about it all along!" Natasha proclaimed. "In fact, the whole thing was her idea. She couldn't initiate you herself, so she invited me up here for the specific purpose of doing it!"
For a moment, I felt betrayed. Why had my mother thought it necessary? Had everyone been laughing at me behind my back? Had I merely been a pawn in their game? Most importantly, had Natasha, who was an actress, really found me attractive, after all?
But she answered my unspoken question.
"And it was a job I wouldn't have missed for anything," she concluded. "Because you turned out to be not only an eager young pupil, but also a world-class, big-cocked stud in the making!"
Then she dropped the bombshell.
"You know, Jimmy, you're much like your mother in your appetite for sex," she said, with a faraway look in her dark eyes.
"How can you tell?" I asked, walking right into it.
"Well," she replied, "it's easy. You see, your mother and I had an affair before she married your father. That was how we became friends!"
When I heard that, I almost fainted. Even more, though, I was wildly aroused. In fact, I tore off my clothes and had Natasha strip down, and I made love to her right then and there.
Afterward, I lay back.
'Tell me about it," I said.
And here it is in her own words, as near as I can remember them. It will be a fitting end to my story, too!
"I met your mother in the city when we were both trying out for a part in a play. She didn't get it and I did, which made her very jealous of me. I liked her, so I invited her out to lunch to smooth things over.
"As it turned out, we hit it off famously, and I asked her back to my apartment where we could sit on the sofa and talk some more. She was still a little bit sad, though, while not because of me, so I reached over and began stroking her shoulder.
"Not knowing exactly what I was doing myself, I moved on to caress her dark hair, and then her cheek. When I did that, she gave me such a soulful look that I knew something more was going to happen.
"One thing led to another, and soon we were hugging and kissing deeply, our tongues playing together. We held each other's breasts, and after that our hands strayed down between each other's legs.
"Then, by unspoken agreement, we stood up and took off our clothes. We panted with desire as we surveyed each other's naked female body, and we embraced again hotly. We touched breasts, nipple to nipple, and we ground our excited loins together.
"We were a perfect lesbian couple, your mother and I. We were similar in being dark-haired, but there was the contrast of her being delightfully American and my being mysteriously foreign. We seemed to flow back to the sofa, and suddenly we were lying head to foot there with me above. Just as precipitately, we were diving between each other's spreading legs.
"Yes, I licked your mother's clitoris, Jimmy, and I thrilled to the sensation of her tongue on mine. Her breasts brushed my belly, and mine contacted hers. Our hands squeezed each other's buttocks as we went for it all.
"And yes, we brought each other to screaming orgasm more than once. Nor did we reconsider what we'd done after the heat of passion had died down.
"To be perfectly open about it," Natasha concluded, "she and I fucked like that again and again, over a period of several years. And now I've felt her son's tongue as well as hers on me, and I've sucked his cock as well as having eaten her quim!"
So that was her story I was speechless once more, but I was deeply moved by all of it. Far from being repelled or unworthily titillated, I imagined my mother's pleasure that equaled mine.
And, to be perfectly frank, I thought of it the other way around!
"Did you ever see Natasha again?" Joe inquired, as he and Jennifer sat there. "She sounds like such a fascinating woman."
"Not only sounds like, but is," Jim laughed. "She's still very much alive, and while she's a bit older now, she's still sexually active, too."
He paused.
"But to answer your question, yes, I did," he nodded. "While I moved on to women my own age, which was what she and my mother had really wanted me to do, I kept a soft spot in my heart for her. So, when I was in my early twenties and she invited me to visit her for a few days in the city, I eagerly accepted." Jim smiled.
"She didn't say whether we were going to have sex again or not," he went on, "so I just decided to see what would happen. I boarded a bus, which took me from Orgy Town to a place where I assumed orgies were even more prevalent, if that was possible. Nor was I disappointed."
He leaned back.
"And I could tell you that story, too," he concluded, "if you aren't tired of listening."
Jennifer and Joe looked quickly at each other, then back at him.
"Of course we're not tired," she laughed. "Given tales like these, your audience is at your command!"
So Jim began again!