Chapter 1

My name is Jane. I'm not a "plain Jane," though. I'm good-looking, with curly red hair, a creamy complexion, and exotic green eyes. At age thirty-nine, I have a voluptuous figure, including large breasts and a pleasantly swelling behind. I tend to wear dresses, with sexy lingerie underneath. And I have a mind to match my body, in that I was an English professor at a state university.

Even though I was single, my life was going along just fine until about a year ago. Or at least I thought it was. I would have sex with a steady lover every couple of weeks, and the rest of the time I'd enjoy my cozy apartment, reading, and teaching. I was content. But that was before I met Sal!

Sal was an English student of mine, a dark-haired, well-muscled guy of twenty-one. He wore T-shirts, jeans, and a leather jacket, and looked like a rebel out of the 1950s. While I tried to avoid it, he kept making eyes at me in class, and I found myself looking back. He always kept challenging me, too.

"Why do we keep reading dead authors?"

Sal would ask. "Or modern ones who don't have any meat on their bones? We only read fossils, or genteel lady writers, or slick and effete stylists who have no content, no story, no guts."

"Maybe you should drop this course and read popular fiction instead," I'd reply.

"Listen to how you say that," he'd continue. "like it's something to be looked down upon. But no writing that's lasted wasn't popular in its own time, while the ivory tower stuff has been forgotten. Look at Dickens, look at Hugo, look at Hemingway. They were the real, relevant thing."

We would leave it at that. But, one evening, an amazing thing happened, and we didn't leave it at all!

Sal stopped by my classroom to pick up a paper of his that I'd graded. As usual, I'd marked him down because he didn't go along with what I was teaching. I sat on the edge of my desk while he flopped down in a chair and looked over my comments. He could also see up my dress, but I didn't care. Or perhaps I secretly welcomed it.

"Aw, teach!" he reacted, scowling, throwing the paper on the floor. "Aw, Jane!" he continued, disrespecting me by using my first name. "My ideas are good. Why can't you recognize reality when you see it?"

"Young man!" I replied, being twice his age. "Maybe you should drop this course, indeed. And as for 'reality,' I don't know what you mean.

That was when it happened. "I'll show you reality!" he shot back. Whereupon he unzipped his jeans and pulled it out!

There was no one else around, and the classroom door was closed. I thought of calling Security or screaming. Still, I thought he meant no harm. And I had to admit that he had made a strong demonstration of his point!

Besides, if the truth be known, I was hypnotized by Sal's dark, bedroomy eyes staring at me, and by his long, thick member pointing upward, seeming to aim right between my thighs.

"That's reality, all right," I replied after a moment, being determined, at thirty-nine, not to be upset by that twenty-one-year-old stud. "You can put it back in now."

But he wasn't to be denied. "No, Jane," he said with a grin. "Instead, I want to put it in you!"

And I wanted that, too. So I did nothing as Sal stood up and reached in his jeans for a condom. He rolled it onto his rock-hard manhood and walked up to me where I was perched on the edge of my desk. His strong hands raised my dress, stroking the outsides of my tensing thighs, pausing on the patches of smooth white flesh between my stockings and my panties. Then they moved to the insides, close to my sex, making me put my hands on his shoulders and begin to quiver with passion.

"Oh, young man," I sighed. "Young man!"

Sal paused to hold and massage my large breasts through my dress and my bra, as my nipples hardened and my chest heaved. But then he moved back down below and worked off my panties. I couldn't believe what I was doing! Now my red-furred, moistening sex was exposed, and he was standing between my legs with his tip an inch from it.

Then, with a powerful lunge, he was into me! Gazing deeply into my eyes, he levered strongly, reaching every inch of my insides. My buns tensed on the desk and my whole body shuddered, welcoming everything he was doing. Despite our disagreements in class, we'd been attracted to each other all along. I knew that an adversary relationship often masked the opposite, and that it could be a powerful turn-on.

"How do you like reality, Jane?" he asked as he humped me. "Isn't this better than your dry, lifeless writers or your empty prima donnas?"

"You win," I sighed, even though I was supposed to be teaching him, not the other way around. "Yes, Sal. Yes!"

"No, you win, Jane," he said. "Because now I'm going to get you off!"

And he did, in a big way. I felt my heat build, and I began panting instead of sighing. A warm glow spread from my sex throughout my straining body. Then something different and wonderful happened. I expected my passion to peak and break at my usual level, but this time it kept on going! Higher and higher I went, far beyond where I'd been with any other lover. All my previous men had been academic types like myself, but this young stud was indeed something else. He took me to a kind of orgasm I hadn't known existed!

"Oh, Sal!" I shouted when I finally came. My juice flooded his member and my desk top, and I hugged him for dear life with my arms and legs. "Oh, God. Yes. Yes!"

As he slid his thing out of me, I knew that I'd been missing his real and earthy kind of love all my life. I was also determined to listen more to what he said about writing. But that could wait. Right now, I wanted more sex!

"You'll notice that I didn't climax, Jane," my dark-haired lover said. "I could probably have gotten it up again if I had, but I wanted to make sure. You see, now that we've gotten better acquainted, I want to fuck your brains out, pun intended. I want to put my big dick back in your pussy, get you all the way down, and prove my point again!"

I was still a bit shy. "Such talk, Sal!" I told him.

But he grinned. "What do you mean? Maybe you'd prefer 'cock' and 'cunt.' They're all just good old English words, and we shouldn't be afraid of them. D. H. Lawrence and Henry Miller proved that."

I had to smile. "All right. 'Dick' and 'pussy' it is. And 'fuck!'"

"I'm up for that!" he laughed, looking down at himself. "But first, let's get undressed."

He accomplished that quickly for himself, shucking off his leather jacket, boots, T-shirt, jeans and briefs. Although on the lean side, he was in wonderful shape, with every young muscle standing out, including the very important one! Excitedly, I found my hands wandering all over his hard body and even exploring his cock and balls.

Then Sal undressed me, slowly and sensuously. He unzipped my dress and eased it off over my head, giving me a kiss and running his fingers through my curly red hair. He unhooked my bra and dramatically pulled it forward and off, his eyes widening when he saw my large, mature breasts. Probably he'd had only girls his own age, and my breasts were my turn to surprise him! He lifted them in his hands, then leaned down and kissed all over their smooth white flesh, sucking at my hard red nipples.

Now I was wearing only my stockings and high heels, and he left those on. "Damn, Jane!" he exclaimed, stepping back to take in my full-bodied nudity. "Look at those curves. You're a Venus. You're like a Renaissance painting!"

"Thank you, sir," I purred, writhing with deep arousal. I surprised myself by reaching between my legs and fingering open my pussy. "But enough such talk. Get your dick back in my hole!"

This time, I was determined to be as bawdy as I inwardly wanted, and as Sal had awakened me to be. I was still perched on my desk, but now I got on my hands and knees on it. I'd actually never done it that way before, but I was sure my young lover had.

I was right! Climbing up and kneeling behind me, he grasped my swelling rear and slid his big cock back into my sopping wet channel. We got into a strong, rocking rhythm, our bare thighs slapping together. My breasts hung heavily and swayed with our rhythm, my hard nipples pointing downward. Now I'd forgotten boring academic matters completely, and was acting like a primitive, naked savage. And it felt great!

"Oh, Sal!" I responded throatily, tossing my red curls and gazing wantonly at him over my shoulder. "Yes, fuck me. Go as deep as you can. Oh, yes!"

His cock felt bigger and more virile than any I'd ever had in me, and I'm sure I felt just fine on him. But then he did something freer than I thought even he would be, and freer than I thought I'd become. He slid slowly out and repositioned himself a little higher!

"There, Sal?" I asked, like someone who was being initiated, but who still didn't know whether to believe. "There?"

"I won't if you don't want to, Jane," he replied. "No matter what you may think, I'm a gentleman."

"I know," I sighed. "But I want to find out how it feels, just this once. And I'm already way beyond ladies and gentleman!"

So he did it, probing slowly yet deeply. An indescribable sensation spread to my more normal place as I stiffened and gritted my teeth. I had indeed already been taken beyond where I'd ever been, and now I was being taken even farther. I felt a massive orgasm building in me, stronger than the first one if it was possible. Every inch of my smooth, creamy flesh was sensitized, and my full body was quivering with a mixture of ache and joy.

"Oh, God. Oh, God!" I gasped, in exquisite agony. "Oh, God, what's happening to me? Oh!"

In a moment I had my answer, as I went through a climax that swept all before it. My whole past life, my previous lovers, my cozy apartment, and especially my intellectual posturings were casualties of that incredible tide. I'd never really turned off my mind and let my body rule, but I did so now. No longer was I in part a detached observer. I was totally into sex! I was fucking and cumming, not to mention in an exotic manner, and that was all.

As I strained, grunted, and squealed for joy, naked and on all fours in the university classroom, it was as though everything I'd learned in my thirty-nine years had been taught to me again through my pussy, and in a much better way. That wasn't to mention the new, deeper things that I sensed were in the down-to-earth writers I'd looked down on and hadn't read.

"Oh, Sal! You fucker!" I screamed at the dark-haired, twenty-one-year-old stud as I felt him also climax in my backside. "You fucker. You changed my world!"

He slid slowly out of me, and we staggered down off the desk into two chairs. He'd called me a Venus, but now I must have looked like a tired one, flushed and with his cum between my legs. His lean, muscular body was like a Dionysian god's, his phallus having receded into a limber but still impressive state.

"Your world needed to be changed, Jane," he said. "From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were too tight-ass and that you needed to be opened up. Probably that's why I was always putting it to you in class. And why I wound up putting it to you the way I did!"

"You are crude and vulgar," I sighed.

"Yeah," he nodded. "But you love it. That's because life and nature are crude, and the truth lies beneath your trendy words. And 'vulgar,' of course, just means 'of the people,' which was one of my points about writing and life."

I had it now. The only problem, or opportunity, that remained in my mind was how to act on my ne"w freedom, and how to fill up my time until I fucked Sal again!

We met at my apartment the very next night, where we did it for the first time in a bed. In my almost spinsterish way, I had decorated my bedroom with frilly things, but my rough-edged lover took care of that. He stripped, and plopped his butt down naked in a flowered chair.

"Take it off, woman," he grinned, regarding my full-blown figure in a white silk robe. "Get down and raunchy, Jane!"

I did as he told me, standing above him, and he was really impressed. As he hadn't in the classroom, he now got the full effect of my fleshly contours, especially as viewed from below. My large breasts jutted out like ripe fruit, my trim waist provided an exciting contrast, and my hips and thighs must have swelled with feminine power. Turning, I showed him my behind, which must have looked like twin white moons. Facing him again, I let him study my lush red bush and my pink, already moistening labia.

"Wow, Jane," Sal responded. He whistled. "When you get down off your high horse, you're really quite a gal."

No longer did I even faintly mind his attitude and his language. Nor did I mind the proof of my attractiveness, which was the huge, throbbing erection that appeared between his strong legs!

We'd determined that we were both okay, so we let ourselves go in what came next. Sal took my buns in his hands and pulled me to him where he sat. Then he buried his face in my bush and probed for my labia with his sensual mouth.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. Despite my new freedom, I instinctively pulled away.

"Aw, Jane," Sal laughed, looking up at me. "You've still got it backwards sometimes. Now you think you're not clean when you are!"

At that, he got up, led me to my bed, and laid me back on the frilly coverlet. He had me spread my legs so that he could have full access to my dripping wet pubes, and he came up below me. It was only the second time in my life that I'd had oral sex, and the first time had only been foreplay. Added to the thrill was the thought that he'd expect me to get my mouth on his cock as well!

Closing my eyes, rolling my red head on the pillow, and holding and squeezing my round, upstanding breasts, I abandoned myself to Sal's cunnilingus. I felt his fingers open my vulva and his hard tongue begin to flick my clit. Tingles of sexual electricity spread through me, as my thighs started to quiver and my butt tensed. Faster and faster he licked me, and just as quickly I built to a marvelous peak. I'd never felt such heat in me, and it had to be released.

"Oh, yes!" I gasped, as his tongue even strayed to my other opening. "Oh, here it is. Oh. Ohhh!"

Then I dissolved in a shuddering, whimpering orgasm, as my pussy put out a flood of juice onto his lips.

I opened my eyes, looked down and saw Sal's smiling face emerge above my bush, from between my sex-soaked thighs. He moved up even with me on the bed and rolled onto his back, with his rod pointing strongly upward. Wordlessly, he gestured to me and to his rampant manhood.

I shifted my naked, voluptuous body so that my head was at his lap. Shyly at first, but then more boldly, I took his cock in my hands and began stroking it, massaging his balls as well.

But I stopped short of the ultimate step.

"Go ahead, Jane," he said. "It won't bite. Haven't you ever sucked one before? Haven't you ever given head?"

"Just once," I admitted, looking up at him. "I guess I've led a pretty sheltered life." I paused. "But I want to. Maybe I'm being slow now because I want to savor it!"

"No problem," Sal grinned. "But let's get on with it!" Then he lunged upward and slid his tool between my lips.

Now that the ice was broken, I really went at it. And I found that I liked fellatio very much indeed. I felt so intimate with the essence of his manhood, just as he must have felt with my sex. The chance to hold in my mouth what had given my pussy so much pleasure was very gratifying, too.

I went to work on his cock tip, running my tongue around it and playing with the little opening. Then I took his member deeper, beginning to suck it a bit, then more strongly. As he stroked my red hair, I started to bob my head up and down. His stomach tensed, telling me that I was doing him right.

"Oh, yeah," Sal sighed. "That's it. You like what you're doing, so you're good. Just a little faster now."

I did as he said, and soon we were both rewarded. His cock grew bigger in my mouth, and he began to gasp. I knew he was a moment away from a climax.

"I won't cum in your mouth if you don't want me to," he told me. "As I said, I'm still a gentleman."

But I did want it all. "Mmmmmpf," I replied. "Mmmmm!"

Then it happened! His dick began to pump, and a spurt of warm liquid, then another and another, hit the back of my mouth. I tasted and swallowed it, finding it delicious! It was, in truth, my first taste of cum.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah," Sal exclaimed as he shot off. "Oh, yeah. Ohhh!"

When I was sure he was done, I took my mouth off him. Then I lay back on the bed, fingering my wet, excited pussy. Giving my first real blow job had aroused me deeply, too.

My dark-haired lover noticed. "Let me take care of that for you," he said, even though he'd just climaxed. "I think I'm up to it."

I looked down, and, sure enough, his cock, if not fully hard, was still long and thick. With a grin, he got on top of me and slid it in. My, did I love the way my young stud could perform!

Then we were fucking again, having done so more in the past twenty-four hours than I usually did in a month. I'd had so many new experiences and feelings that I could hardly keep up with them, yet I kept happily going with the flow. It was as though this hard-boiled twenty-one-year-old had been sent to help me make up for lost time, and to focus my thinking, my life, and my sex!

"Ah!" I sighed as he pounded me, as my whole naked body got involved. Sex was no longer something I did every once in a while. Instead, it was my natural state! My breasts shook, my hips lunged, and my hot vagina felt like a well-oiled sex machine. I knew I would stay with Sal for as long as I could.

We came quickly, gasping and shouting, holding onto each other as though trying to become one. Again, my brains were nearly scrambled by the strength of it, each orgasm seeming impossibly better than the last. I was surprised to find him pumping another big load inside me, so soon after what I'd taken in my mouth. But, I thought happily, that was what studs were for!

He pulled out, and I lay back sublimely satisfied, looking around my frilly bedroom. It should have fake tiger skins on the walls instead, I thought, in keeping with the savage way I was feeling now! With his free, earthy attitude and his big cock, Sal had opened me up in all ways, and had made me break with my past, stuffy life. Added to that was the intrigue of our older woman-younger man relationship. I was at my sexual peak, after all, just as he was at his.

My next thought, though, was of when I'd see my lover again. "Tomorrow?" I asked. "Tomorrow night?"

That was when Sal turned, grinned, and surprised me even further.

"I have to work tomorrow night, Jane," he told me. "You see, I'm also a male dancer in a women-only club!"