Chapter 11
Dark-haired Natasha met me at the bus station (Jim started his additional story). We took a cab to her apartment, which was in an old building near the theatrical district. She was wearing a flowing black dress again, but it didn't look as out of place in the city as in the town, which was outwardly conservative.
"You're a welcome sight, Jimmy," she told me, as we rode along. "Not that you weren't when you were nineteen, but you're even more handsome now. I'm proud that I had a small part in the drama of making you a man."
So she had alluded to sex, right away. I surveyed her body as she reclined on the cab seat, finding it just as maturely tempting as before. Undressing her with my eyes, I pictured her matching black lingerie, then, beneath even that, her projecting breasts, her smooth belly, and her extensive, dark bush. I could almost feel my mouth on her long, thick nipples and my cock going between her swollen brown labia once more.
"It wasn't a small part; it was the whole play," I laughed, reaching over and taking her hand. "But, as you said then, it wasn't an act at all."
"No, it wasn't, Jimmy," she purred, squeezing my fingers. "My passion was genuine, and so was yours. You gave me as much pleasure as I trust I gave you."
She turned her thickly made-up but still attractive face to me, and I gazed into her dark, mysterious eyes. We kissed, and her aura again enveloped me. I could see the cab driver watching curiously in his mirror as that sixtyish actress tongued the mouth of a man several decades younger.
Natasha had not only alluded to sex; she had also begun it. Nor was I just an innocent bystander. By now, my cock had grown so hard in my pants that I was almost afraid it would burst out and go off by itself, as it had with her at the beginning.
She'd noticed my erection, too. Just as I'd been undressing her with my eyes and picturing her marvelous quim, she'd been glancing down and disrobing my manhood!
"Well, I guess that's settled," she laughed throatily. "You and I are going to start up again, right where we left off."
"Yes, we are," I whispered into her ear. "And I think you'll find that my cock has matured as well!"
"I'm sure it has," the foreign-born seductress purred, even being so bold as to reach down and give it a quick squeeze. "So, here's to Act Two!"
I entered her apartment excitedly (related Jim). The living room was just as I might have imagined, decorated with Oriental rugs, heavy draperies, tapestries, oil paintings, sculptures, and soft, sumptuous furniture. There was an exotic, Old World air and a decadent, hothouse atmosphere about it, just as there was about the occupant.
But little did I know how exotic, on her own turf, Natasha could really be!
We sat down on the sofa, and she poured me a glass of liqueur from a crystal decanter. There was something about where we were that aroused me even more, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then it came to me. It was the same place where she'd had sex with my mother, by damn!
"This is too much," I gasped, putting my glass down. "I've got to have you, right now!"
"And so you shall, dear Jimmy," she purred. "I can tell what you're thinking, too. It's only appropriate that I fuck the next generation here!"
She was mysterious, but she was also candid. Reaching eagerly for my fly, she released my fully hard member. She leaned down, took it in her lip stick painted mouth, and sucked it, moving her dark head vertically since it was standing straight up. She knew that I wouldn't shoot off prematurely, since I was much more experienced now.
"Ohhh, yes!" I sighed, throwing my head back and taking a deep breath. "Damn, it's good to feel your magic lips on me again!"
"Wait until you feel my enchanted pussy!" she laughed, taking her mouth away. "My lovers tell me that as I've gotten older, it's only gotten better!"
So I reached for her long black skirt, tugged it up over her stockings, her garters, and her white thighs, and slid my trembling hand into her panties. The first touch of her lush, humid fur and of her slippery labia instantly reawakened my memories, not to mention my lust, of our time together long before. She shuddered happily, doubtless entertaining the same thoughts and emotions.
"Ohhh, my!" Natasha sighed deeply, giving me a look of utmost passion. "We must get to my bed, darling. We must get to my bed!"
And we did, shedding our clothes along the way.
Her bedroom was as exotic as her living area, or even more so. The mattress where we were to enjoy each other again was huge, and it was strewn with pillows and throws. The headboard and footboard were of carved oak, and when I looked more closely, I could make out orgiastic scenes!
T brought those over from Europe," the much older woman laughed, her eyes lively and shameless with that same Old World sexual candor.
"A good move," I grinned. "A very good move!"
Then I looked her nakedness up and down, from before and behind.
Natasha's heavy, thick-nippled breasts thrust forward, downward, and to the sides. Her belly was smooth but not completely tight, and her wide, dark bush was almost too luxuriant. Her back showed age, her buttocks were luscious but with a bit of excess flesh, and her thighs had once been firmer.
I was in my early twenties, and other men my age might have been put off by what I saw. To me, however, her imperfections made for an even greater perfection, so to speak. Maybe it was because every pucker, every ripple seemed to tell of her vast experience, her hundreds of lovers, her many thousands of sexual acts, a good number of them surely having taken place on this very bed.
All I knew was that she was the most desirable, the most cock-inspiring woman I'd ever seen!
"Fuck me, Jimmy," she panted now, as if to confirm it. "Fuck me long, and fuck me hard!" And, needless to say, I did!
Natasha chose the rearward position, getting up on the mattress on her hand and knees. We had utilized every known configuration during our small-town affair, including this one, but it was somehow even more alluring. Her heavily hanging breasts, her upraised buns, and especially her very furry, wide-open quim beneath them made my cock throb so hard that it ached.
I knelt behind, took hold of her waist, and pushed into her to the hilt in one smooth stroke. I felt again her marvelous, silky tightness, as she also lunged strongly back at me. It was like coming home, and my only question was how I could have stayed away for so long.
"Ahhhhh!" we gasped in unison, being overwhelmed with emotion by our physical reunion and our incredible strong attraction. "Ahhhhh!"
Then we abandoned ourselves totally to love and to outright lust.
It was still exotic, but it was above all physical now, and we got into a strong, driving rhythm. She rolled her dark head around, her hanging breasts swung, and there was the exciting sound of her buttocks and the backs of her thighs meeting my front. The bit of excess flesh that I'd recently noted there only made the latter, better.
"Ohhh, fuck me, Jimmy," she moaned huskily, her eyes shut tight but her mouth gaping. "Ohhh, fuck!"
"I will, my love," I panted, pushing ever harder. "Oh, damn, I am!"
Higher and higher we rose, until we were on the verge of a massive release. I was in a dreamland, or a sexual Elysium, or at the very least a dark, throbbing, mystic location. All that remained was for me to burst along with her, to see stars, and to make my reunion with this decades-older woman more than complete.
But that was when the most amazing thing happened!
Actually, it had already occurred, but I'd been too lost in sex to notice. I might have suspected it from the fact that Natasha's cries of passion had mysteriously ceased.
It was this. Suddenly, like an apparition to me, a young, blond man appeared at her head, just as I was at her rear. And her mouth was no longer gasping, but was fastened surely around his burgeoning cock!
Distracted in spite of my current heat, I met the guy's eyes, and he smiled and nodded, as if to say how fine it was for both of us to be fucking this sex-charged older woman. I now had company in the encounter, and she was occupied on both ends, for which purpose she had surely chosen her all-fours position.
I also glanced around the bedroom, and for the first time noticed a door, now open, that led to a further room, from which the other man must have emerged. With Natasha, wonders would never cease!
But then nature reasserted itself, and I suddenly climaxed just as strongly as I'd originally felt I would. In fact, it was even more powerful because of the unexpected development.
"Ohhh! Ohhh, damn!" I shouted, as a stupendous orgasm seized my hugely engorged cock, my whole body, and my entire being. "Damn it! Ohhhhh!"
Then I pumped volumes into her magnificent quim, so much that it rushed back out around me.
The other guy came, too, shutting his eyes, gritting his teeth, and straining mightily. While she hadn't been at it as long, his release seemed to be just as complete, as he shot our female partner's mouth overfull.
"Ohhh, yeah!" he exclaimed. "Ahhhhh!"
And Natasha herself underwent a climax that was equally strong if not stronger, her voluptuous body heaving, her experienced flesh quivering, and her fabulous pussy contracting on my rod. Her mouth was occupied, but every other part of her gave me to know how satisfied she was.
"So, what's going on here?" I asked, not without humor and not really feeling displeased. I had bargained for a private reunion with my lover, but there was a lot to be said for this, too.
The other guy and I had disengaged from her, and the three of us were lying back on the pillow-strewn mattress. There was still semen at the corners of her mouth and on her labia, and just the sight of it was making my cock rise again. That wasn't to mention her languidly reposing body, with one leg slightly raised, one arm over her dark head, and her full breasts thrusting one way and another.
"It's simple, Jimmy," she purred, gesturing to the other man. "This is my stud. I have at least one, and often two or three living with me at all times. I suppose I just have an insatiable appetite for young cock!"
"Yeah, isn't she great?" the guy said. "We've got no complaints, since she takes care of all our needs real, real well."
I nodded in total agreement. He was no mental giant, I saw, but that was all right, too. It only made my own relationship with Natasha, which was more than physical, more special.
And during the next couple of days she and I did explore other things. As she'd completed my education in sex, she did so in regard to the city, taking me to museums, fine restaurants, and the like. Eyes turned at this exotic older woman in her flowing black dress with her much younger male companion, but we didn't care.
Of course, back at her apartment, we also fucked wildly. We got reacquainted with each other in every way, and usually without help from one of her studs.
"So, what are you doing as an actress now?" I inquired of her, as we sat having lunch at a sidewalk cafe.
"Well, I have a very interesting role, Jimmy," she replied mysteriously. "It doesn't involve much rehearsal, which is why I have this free time. And it pays extremely well, which accounts for my current life style."
She paused.
"There are three more things about it," she continued. "First, similar to what we discussed in the cab, it's much more than a role. Second, to some extent it involves my young men, which is why I have them and probably why I let you see one in action."
She smiled.
"And third," she concluded, "it's one of the reasons I invited you for a visit. Because I want you to see it, and even to assist with it, this very night!"
Having heard that, of course, I could hardly wait to find out more. But I resisted the temptation to probe for details, because one of the best things about Natasha was her air of intrigue!
Late that night she took me to an old theater a few blocks away from her home. At first glance, it appeared to be abandoned, with its marquee darkened and paint peeling from its front.
When she knocked and we were admitted, however, the reality was far different. Its interior, while a bit the worse for wear, had retained the columned and gilded opulence with which it had been endowed surely a half century before. And its seats were filled by hundreds of expectant patrons.
As we surreptitiously worked our way backstage, I couldn't help thinking that Natasha, her apartment, and now her theater, were a-like. They were sensuous, aging beauties, and my head throbbed with anticipation of what consummately sensual things must also happen here!
"Go in there, Jimmy," she told me, pointing to what looked like a dressing room door. "They will tell you what to do. And I'll see you, if that's a strong enough word for it, very soon."
I followed instructions. And when I emerged, it was to an experience I could hardly believe!
To make a long story short, the "play" was a secret sexual review! Apparently, there were other acts, but in hers, my much older lover was actually getting paid for doing what came naturally to her, and what she did so very, very well.
For my part, I suddenly found myself standing naked, not to mention erect, on the stage, in company with three similarly comported young guys. And at the center of us sat Natasha, nude on a gilded chair!
The curtain went up, and the audience gasped as one. I could see beyond the footlights that they were well-dressed, both male and female, and had doubtless paid a pretty penny for this sight. Nor was I intimidated by them, the exact reverse being true.
Then the performance began. Drawing close to the glitteringly naked star of the show, we four supporting actors did what came naturally, as well. Trading places from time to time, we fucked her, we ate her luscious quim, and we even humped her mature breasts. In turn, she sucked us, fucked us, and stroked us to ecstasy.
Since the imagination may be even better I leave it to you to envision everything that went on there that night, and every position that was employed. Or you might not have to imagine, because I noticed that you, Jennifer, coincidentally enjoyed a similar, five-way encounter this very evening.
But, with all due respect, I think that the end of our "act" was superior. Just picture, if you will, great Natasha beaming wantonly at her audience, her hands clutching two spurting cocks as two more were jerked off toward her!
There at the orgy, Joe and Jennifer had been listening raptly. They were almost in shock, and they were then tempted to go and fuck up a storm in response to what they'd heard, but they finally decided that observation was still their proper role.
So, when they'd recovered and when Jim's blonde wife, Toni, said she had a sexy tale of her own to tell, they stayed on board. Nor did it hurt that she and her husband changed places, just as he'd said they would.
In other words, now Jim was sitting on the carpet, and his wife was ensconced on the couch, her shapely legs spread. And now he was eating her pussy as she talked, where before she was sucking his cock.
It certainly helped with the storytelling, too. Who wouldn't be inspired to relate sexual experiences better, if they were actually having sex at the same time?
Toni smiled wantonly at her listeners. She licked her lips, as if drooling at the prospect of what she had to say. She held up her round breasts in her hands and tongued her hard red nipples, too. She even reached down and diddled her clit as her husband ate her, compounding the turn-on by bringing her finger to her mouth and licking her own stuff off.
Oh, yes, Toni was a nympho, and a raunchy, sort of blue-collar one at that. She had quite a tale to tell, and her sweet "tail" wiggled delightedly on the scarlet couch as she told it!