Chapter 11
Our master plan, of course, was to go into Las Vegas and set up a sex show featuring Mandy and Bill, after which we'd take bets that they wouldn't go all the way and fuck. So, donning our best clothes, the six of us who had become the main group drove into the glitzy desert city the next morning.
"This should be quite an adventure," young Bill said as we rode along. "And we'll be confirming what we've found together, to boot."
"Yes," his matronly blond lover replied, reaching over to stroke his muscular thigh. "Not to mention the fact that my pussy's creaming just from the thought of it!"
In the city, we used the last of the ranch's funds to rent a large hotel suite. We ordered up some folding chairs, and the guys rearranged the rooms so that there were rows facing a bed. The stage was set!
Then we split up and worked the other hotels, spreading the word. Sure enough, we found enough high rollers, enough kinky guys and even gals, to make our plan work.
We set the time for that very night, since we knew that we had to be in and out quickly with an enterprise as bizarre as ours. And when the hour rolled around, we were gratified to see that we had more than a hundred people in the suite. At several hundred dollars apiece, we were already making out.
During the afternoon, we'd talked about how the show should be. Mandy and Bill already had experience with public sex, and Sal had worked as a male exotic dancer. In a way, I'd even put on a show riding through Las Vegas in the limousine! Together, we added a few wrinkles to the proceedings.
Then it was time. Angela, looking very sophisticated in a strapless black sheath, walked out in front and quieted the eager crowd.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" she began. "Welcome to our little affair, and I hope you'll enjoy yourselves. Now, without further ado, I present our deliciously decadent feature attraction.. . Mandy!"
As the audience gasped, the big, mature blond made her entrance. And she was totally nude, except for some flowers! Her hair was pinned up, and exotic blooms had been woven into it. Removable floral tattoos had been applied around her hard red nipples, at the ends of her hugely thrusting breasts. Similar tattoos graced the wide white expanse of her gorgeous ass. And she wore a flowered garter on each of her swelling thighs.
But there was more. Quickly, the crowd's bulging eyes became fixed on just one flower. That was the red rose whose stem had been inserted into her, under her soft yellow pubic hair.
"It's an old stripper's trick," Mandy had told us. "But no one's been daring enough to do it for years!"
Then the sex star bowed, smiled, and lay back on the bed. She looked like an earth mother, something out of the 1960s love cults that Angela might have belonged to, especially with the flowers. She seemed to be all women, all nature, all sex. But it was to be a wild and kinky kind of sex that she represented, too. That was because she suddenly pulled the rose out of her beautiful quim and readied it instead to take some young cock!
There were to be more studs than just Bill, a couple of warm-up fucks for our female star. First, dark-haired Sal stepped out from the sidelines, his lean body naked, his fine dick rampant and ready. The audience gasped again when they saw a real live cock, and one about to be used. With a grin in their direction, my original lover got over Mandy and massaged her cushiony, upstanding breasts. Then he spread her white thighs with his hips and positioned the tip of his tool at her door of love.
"I'm half this woman's age," he observed teasingly. "But I'm going to fuck her. Oh, yes, I am!"
And, before anyone could catch their breath, he slid his rod right into her. He lunged athletically, as she lifted her legs and arms and stroked his strong shoulders, getting her whole voluptuous body into erotic motion. Soon they both shuddered and climaxed, and he pulled out to shoot jets of hot white jism onto the bed.
"Oh, my!" one onlooker, a woman, exclaimed. "He's cumming!"
"Oh, yes," Sal grinned, holding his still dripping dick in his hand and pointing it toward her. "We're upfront here, and we do it all." When he was an exotic dancer, he must have wanted to do that many times!
Then he got up and left the stage and, as Mandy lolled dreamily, Angela stepped forward again.
"That was only the start of our older woman-younger man sex show," she said. A couple of men were eyeing her heavy round breasts in her low-cut black sheath, so, as an added attraction, she lifted one out and showed it to them!
"Many more desires will be satisfied here tonight," she went on, "and many more fantasies will be fulfilled." She paused. "We'll only use the missionary position, but that's to call attention to the kinkier element that's involved. So now, as another preliminary, here's Hal!"
To the audience's further delight, the blond hunk then stepped out to replace the dark-haired one. People were especially excited by his long, thick dick, and my own pussy tingled. Hal began by straddling Mandy's chest, and rubbing his cock on her hard nipples and her huge mammaries to bring it to maximum erection. But then he slid it down her smooth white belly, and up under her soggy blond muff.
"Oh, damn!" someone blurted out, as the sexy couple got into a strong rhythm. "Now she's fucking him, too. This was worth the price of admission. I've never seen anything like it!"
Hal went on to ball our big blond sex star to a climax. He raised up and looked tenderly into her blue eyes, using one hand to stroke her bodacious boobs. But then he fucked faster and more furiously, working his big tool around in her. She quivered all over and bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts, jamming her magic pussy against him. The crowd's excitement grew as the couple built toward an orgasm.
Then their dam burst, and they shuddered with happiness. "Oh. Oh. Oh, lover!" they moaned in unison. "Oh, this is it. Oh, yeah!"
And, as Sal had done, Hal pulled out his big dick and shot his wad for everyone to see.
That brought the sexy evening to the point everyone had been waiting for, and at which the gambling part of our plan would begin. When Hal had left, Angela walked out front once more and explained.
"Our next, and last, young stud," she said knowingly, "has a special relationship with our older and bolder star. Still, they've agreed to fool around a little bit for your viewing pleasure."
She paused, and gave the audience a mysterious, tantalizing look.
"However," she concluded, "they might even get carried away. And your betting a little money against that might help to bring it about."
When the onlookers realized what she was talking about, they were in shock for a moment. When they'd recovered, though, they were wildly aroused, and they practically threw money at our feet.
"Count me in," one man said, handing up a thousand dollar bill. "I bet on games like blackjack and roulette, but they're boring compared to this."
"Me, too," said a fortyish woman, who would have been an ideal prospect for our stud farm. "If they do it, I can go crazy pretending it's me!"
So we put together a wager at even odds, and it amounted to nearly a hundred thousand dollars! The crowd had become so excited that they were completely carried away. At last, Angela introduced the couple who would make it all happen.
During the betting, Mandy had sneaked off the scene. Now she returned, not naked, but wearing something that made at least one of the onlookers groan. It was a wedding dress! And on her arm, wearing a groom's outfit that we'd similarly rented, was her twenty-years-younger lover, Bill.
"So, here they are," Angela stated triumphantly. "And they are.. .who they are!"
It was the culmination of all my experiences of the past months, and if I hadn't seen it, I, Jane, wouldn't have believed it myself. There was Bill, turning to Mandy and suddenly sticking his tongue halfway down her throat. There was Bill again, boldly reaching into to bodice of her bridal gown and lifting out her bounteous breasts.
"I'm allowed to touch these, you know," he said to the audience, which was beside itself by now. Then he did, running his hands all over her ballooning tits and playing with her nipples.
"I can touch this, too," he wantonly continued, moving to her gorgeous ass. While she pressed her naked bosom against his chest, he lifted her skirt, bared her smooth white buns, and squeezed them with forbidden boldness.
"And I can touch this!" he exclaimed triumphantly, turning his matronly partner around and raising the front of her gown. And a moment later, as she smiled at the crowd and he did the same over her shoulder, he had his hands on the ultimate, her soggy, yellow-furred snatch.
"Oh, I think they will fuck," someone pantingly observed. "They've got to be too turned on by now for it to matter who they are."
"Oh, but they couldn't," someone else said. "They're being outrageous, but this is as far as they'll go."
At that, Mandy took things in hand. She lay back on the bed again, her bare breasts pushing up toward her face, and she pulled her skirt up around her waist. Then she had Bill free his fine dick, get over her, and position its tip at her wide-open lovehole.
She turned to the audience, an indescribable look on her maturely beautiful face.
"Should I take it?" she asked coyly, almost like a bride on her wedding night indeed. "Should I take his cock inside me?"
"Oh, yes," the crowd urged, even though they were going against their bets. "Do it. Go all the way!"
For a moment, the voluptuous blond looked as though she might ask them to raise the stakes. But then she appeared to decide that discretion was the better part of valor. Lunging her hips forward and stretching out her hand, she took hold of the base of Bill's rod.. .and pulled it into her.
Then Mandy fucked her pride and joy, and the place went crazy!
When things had settled down, when Bill had actually cum inside Mandy and the audience had recovered sufficiently to leave the Las Vegas hotel suite, the six of us uncorked a magnum of champagne and sat back to enjoy our success.
"They didn't even mind losing their money," I observed. "One man said that everybody had won."
"Yes, Jane," Sal agreed. "It was a small price to pay for a primal fantasy that will last them for a long, long time."
"And they did get plenty," Hal grinned. "We didn't have to ask Chita and Ramon to fuck, too, which had occurred to me."
"Well, we can let them do the honors next time," the well-stacked, and well-fucked, Mandy laughed. "Though I hope there won't be a next time, from the money standpoint."
"I don't think there will," our leader, Angela, concluded, her hands full of crisp green bills. "I'm so happy that the ranch is saved!"
We slept in the suite that night. Most of us were still naked from the sex show, but we others stripped down, too. There was a more-than-king-size bed, and we collapsed on it in a blissful jumble of older woman-younger man bodies. We may even have fucked, like one great being, but I don't remember. By now, I was having sex in my dreams anyway!
When we got back to our desert sanctuary, those who'd been left behind were waiting to greet us. They were happy that it would remain a free oasis for our sexual and spiritual cult. And, now that the end of the summer was in sight, there was also a phone message waiting for me. It was from the department chairman at the university where I'd taught.
"Well, Jane, have you gotten that affair out of your system?" he asked when I returned his call. "Will you be coming back to join us?"
If I hadn't already decided, young Sal made up my mind. Sitting with me in my cabin, he ran his hand up under my skirt and grabbed my mature, red-furred snatch.
"No, I don't think I will," I told the chairman, wishing that he could see what I had between my legs. "Even if I did, you wouldn't like what I'd teach. 'That affair' is more than you, with your dry and lifeless ideas, can ever imagine. And I'm not talking about theories of literature. I'm talking.. .sex!"
I paused. "No, I won't be coming back. I'll be cumming right where I am!"
There was shocked silence on the other end of the line, then a click as the chairman hung up. After that, as if to banish any second thoughts I might have had, Sal stuck his finger in me and brought me to a panting, quivering climax.
And I did stay at the ranch, for what became years. I grew more and more to admire the tall, dark-haired Angela, as well as to enjoy the contrast of her slender body and her large breasts whenever we made lesbian love. In turn, she valued my voluptuous strength, and she made me her lieutenant. To me, she was a great visionary who had seen everything, and who had settled her attention on the most exotic, forbidden, and gratifying sexual phenomenon of all.
For straight sex, I still had my two studs, Sal and Hal. Even as they got a little older, they stuck by, handling the day to day operation of the ranch. As a mature woman, and as one who was immersed in its philosophy, it was great for me to see them grow and develop. And it was even greater for me to be handled by them, such as on a bed with one cock in my mouth and the other in my pussy!
Every year there were new couples, too. Mandy and Bill, then Chita and Ramon, then others moved on to spread the word and perhaps to introduce their lifestyle into the more normal world outside. That gave us new young studs and matronly women, some of whom were shy and whom we led through the excitement of initiation.
Then even Angela moved on, to start a new Stud Farm in Florida. And I, Jane, was left in charge of the old Nevada ranch.
So I'll conclude my history with an account of my first "ceremony." As will be recalled, it was the privilege of the leader to act like an ancient sex goddess or earth mother, and to take on not just one, but all of the dozen or so young men at the same time. To that end, Sal and Hal built a bonfire one clear desert night not long after Angela left. The older women sat naked on logs around it, and the young men stripped down and stood erect in a line. I lay back naked on a blanket, my large breasts upright, my juicy thighs spread and my belly quivering with anticipation, and we began.
What a marvelous experience it was, not only to watch as I had in Angela's case, but to see and then feel those hard young dicks coming at me, then cumming in me! First Sal advanced, smiling mischievously as he had that first time he'd confronted me in my classroom. We knew each other's body inside out by now, but it was still a new thrill every time. Rubbing up my red-furred pussy with his expert hand, he got over me and slid his fine dick between my labia. It took him only a few straining strokes to leave his warm load deep inside me. And I made sure to cum myself for old time's sake, even if I couldn't with all of the dozen guys.
After him came Hal. I'd grown to love that big blond hunk, from the first day I'd arrived at the ranch and he'd interrupted my shower with that thick, pussy-pleasing dick of his. It was unusually large tonight, and my eyes and mouth widened while my quim seemed to dilate to greet it. Hal hovered on his hands and knees above my fulsome form, then unerringly drove his rod between my shaking legs. As if not to wear me out with his weight, he did the ultimate kind of push-ups until we climaxed together. Then he added his hot wad to Sal's, so much that stuff was already starting to flow back out of me.
"How do you feel, Jane?" one of the women asked. She was new to the ranch, so she must have still been a little nervous.
In reply, I looked wantonly over at her, then stroked my hot pussy and my upstanding breasts. "Honey," I laughed, "I feel just fine!"
Then the other young studs came at me, some of whom I'd had before and some of whom were new to me. I tried to focus on the new ones more, to enjoy the thrill of their strange dicks and to give them all I had. After all, what was an earth mother, an ancient fertility goddess, for?
But the rest of them, and then all of them, became a wonderful, hot-blooded blur in my mind. In fact, it was as though I were taking one big dick, and having one great orgasm. Now I knew why Angela hadn't gotten too tired. With a feeling like that, you could fuck forever!
I lay there, on a blanket next to a bonfire in a cool desert night, a woman of forty-plus having sex with a parade of young men. In doing so, I symbolized the freedom and the natural urges of everyone present. As I moved my generous body, as my sex became filled to overflowing with male gifts, I gazed up at the stars. The sparks from the fire were rising to meet them, and I felt myself rising, too. In a perpetual state of climax, I felt immortal and universal. Although I'd never been one to shun its earthy and even raunchy aspects, sex could do that, as well.
Then it was time for the last two studs. I was stronger than Angela, and I could have taken them both in my pussy as she hadn't. But, in homage to her, I had one lay me while I sucked the other. Afterward, they helped me to my feet.
I stood a bit unsteadily, facing the two dozen people, feeling as Mandy must have felt when she'd finished one of her sex shows. My lips were sticky, and love juice was running down my legs.
Still, I didn't quite know what to do. All I could think of was to take a bow. So that's what I smilingly did, shaking my heavy breasts for good measure and wiggling my mature rear.
Everyone applauded, especially Sal. "Thanks for a great performance, Jane," my dark-haired stud grinned.
In reply, I bounced over and gave him a sticky embrace, remembering full well how he'd broken me loose and started me on the path that had led me there.
"No," I purred into his ear. "Thank you!"