Chapter 2
The thought that Sal was an exotic male dancer once might have shocked or disgusted me, but now it thrilled me. He'd invited me to go and see him at the club, and the next morning I went through my English classes in a daze. One of them was the section he was in, and I choked up several times because I was undressing him with my eyes. After school, I tried to eat dinner, but I had to settle for a stiff drink instead. At last eight o'clock came, and my waiting was over. I found myself at the club, sitting at a table with other women from age twenty-one to age fifty, staring at a wide stage.
The music started, and five young men came under the spotlights. They were all well-muscled, some of them even being bodybuilder types, and they were wearing only tiny black swimsuits. Scarcely a week before, I wouldn't have been caught dead in such a place and looking at such men. But now, as they started flexing their muscles and dancing suggestively, I found myself getting wet between the legs! And when I glanced at the other women around me, I realized that the aroused, almost hysterical expressions on their faces must also have been on my own. They looked as though they might suddenly strip off their clothes and grab their breasts and their pubes, then jump up on stage and go for the young studs' cocks!
One of the male dancers, of course, was Sal. As he met my eyes, I knew he must be thinking as I was that this was the pop culture he loved with a vengeance!
I don't know how I stood the rest of the show. But it wasn't because I was turned off by it. Instead, I couldn't wait to get his cock inside me! At one point, when he danced over and invited me to slip a bill in his swimsuit as the other women were doing, I nearly fainted from lust. And when the show finally ended, I slipped backstage.
I must have looked half-demented as I barged into the dressing room, a thirty-nine-year-old university professor with my red hair mussed up and an actual wet spot on the red dress I was wearing. Most of the young studs were naked, and they looked a bit surprised when I saw their fine cocks, more in one place than I'd ever seen before. But Sal took it in stride.
"Come on," I said to him shamelessly, grabbing his hand. "I need you bad."
"I can't take you anywhere, Jane!" he joked. The others laughed, and even I forced a smile.
But then he pulled on his clothes and joined me. We went out to the secluded, brick-walled alley behind the club. Sal eased me back against the wall and kissed me hotly, sticking his tongue in my mouth and running it behind my teeth. He massaged my full, mature breasts until my nipples were achingly hard. He ran his strong hands downward and squeezed my buns, at the same time grinding his hugely engorged cock against my humid mound. I was still wearing my red dress, but I felt absolutely naked!
Then he pulled my skirt up, and, in the same motion, my panties down. He unzipped his jeans and let his burgeoning manhood spring up between my thighs. I felt so primitive, and I felt so great!
"Oh, give it to me, lover!" I moaned, sounding like what I once might have thought to be a bad script, but now knew to be real. "Give me your dick. I want your hot, throbbing meat. Slide it up in me. Oh!"
Sal obliged. Hunching down, then lunging strongly upward, he coupled with me again. I gasped when I felt him go all the way to the hilt, unbelievably deeply into me. There I was, in a back alley, being fucked in a standing position by a hot young stud! I even knew to lift one leg to help him enter. It was so easy, and so fine to be "bad." It was like something out of a gritty urban drama, but again, it was real.
My dark-haired Adonis levered powerfully, looking deeply and wantonly into my eyes. In our previous encounters, I had bucked my hips back at him, but this time I wanted him to do it all. I abandoned myself to this stud who was half my age, and I wasn't disappointed. Soon a mind-bending orgasm overtook me as I shuddered and wiggled on the brick surface behind me. I'd heard of being up against the wall, but this gave the expression a whole new meaning!
Sal came, too. With a final, incredibly deep lunge, his big dick spasmed inside me, then began pumping a hot, copious load. Spurt after spurt of his urgent jism shot into me, so much that it didn't fit. And when he pulled his sated cock out, there was a flood of our mixed love juice.
Still weak-kneed and quivering with emotion, I pulled my red dress down. My panties had gotten torn during our coupling, so I stepped out of them and left them in the alley. If someone found them, I hoped that they'd be a shameless monument to our passionate encounter!
My young stud zipped his cock back in and took my arm. Then we walked out of there, with his semen running down my leg! I still might be a university professor, but my days as a shrinking violet were gone for good.
"I hope you liked the show, Jane," Sal said, meaning his work as a male exotic dancer. "Some people say such things degrade the participants, but I don't agree. If I did, though, then my version would at least give women equal opportunity!"
"You bet!" I laughed. "At any rate, all those people should stop judging others and get a life."
But I was to run up against those people soon enough.
About two weeks later, I was called into the department chairman's office. While continuing our hot affair, Sal and I had tried to keep it secret, but apparently we'd failed. I had broken off with my steady lover, a limp-dicked type my own age, and he might have found out why and told. Or maybe it was because I'd been teaching more popular fiction in my classes, and students had made the connection between Sal and me. Or it might have been that I was simply acting more alive! In any event, the chairman knew all.
"You've been a good teacher, Jane," the gray-haired man said, as we sat in his paneled office looking out the small-paned windows at the manicured grass and the cultivated oak trees. The university campus had once seemed worthy and secure to me, but now it looked pretentious and boring as hell. "So I'm inclined to forgive this little fling of yours, even though there's a new rule against professor-student affairs."
"How can you make rules about something like love?" I asked in return. "In the past, some of the best learning experiences happened that way. Indeed, I've learned more from my young lover than he's learned from me. The heck with 'advanced thinking.' We're pretty foolish if we forget that there's nothing new under the sun, that the more things change, the more they remain the same."
I paused, and uncrossed my shapely legs, smiling as I saw the old goat sneak a glance at my crotch. I was only sorry I was wearing panties!
"Be that as it may," the chairman replied, "I've decided to act as follows. Summer vacation is almost here, so we'll forget about the matter for now. Before fall, I encourage you to end your affair, or perhaps to get it out of your system."
"Fair enough," I nodded. But, as I left his office, I wondered if it ever would end.
Sal and I were more careful now, though the element of the forbidden only added to our lust. The older woman-younger man thing, especially, seemed more kinky. He'd sneak up to my place after dark, where he'd often be waiting for me after a long day at the university. As I walked home, my pussy would simply ache at the thought of his big dick about to be inside it.
On one particularly memorable occasion, he opened the door for me and I went right into his arms, feeling his strong muscles through his T-shirt and jeans. He caressed my hot body through my dress, from my large breasts to my arching back to my firm behind. It was wonderful the way a young man like him seemed to know every sensitive spot on my mature body. And when I felt his hard cock against my mound, all my tiredness magically drained away. That was because I knew I was in for another wild night of fucking!
"I thought of something new to try," Sal said. "Come into the bedroom, and let me show you."
"All right," I laughed, reaching down and squeezing his sexy buns. "I love surprises!"
Sal quickly shucked off his clothes and lay back on the bed while I did a little strip for him. After all, he'd put on a public show for me at the club! I slipped off my shoes and wiggled out of my dress, which left me in a lacy, low-cut black bra with matching thong panties, garter belt and stockings. Being with my new lover had inspired me to buy some exotic lingerie. He smiled with approval when he saw my breasts swelling out above and my smooth white rear exposed below.
I shook out my red curls, gave him a sultry look, and unhooked my bra but held it on with my hands. Then I flashed one full, hard-nippled breast at him, then the other, and let the bra fall. By that time, his erection was pointing up toward his belly!
Next, I hooked my thumbs in my black thong panties and inched them down. Sal's eyes widened when he saw the beginning of my lush red pussy fur, and grew even wider when my whole moist snatch was bare. I stepped out of my panties and, leaving my sexy garter belt and stockings on, went over and lay down next to him.
"I'm ready," I purred, supporting myself on one elbow and idly stroking his throbbing, upstanding rod. "Now, what's your surprise?"
"It's this, Jane," he grinned. "I want to rub my dick all over you, from head to toe!"
My creaming pussy told me that I loved the idea. Just the thought of him doing that almost made me climax without being touched! Sal's hands had contacted all of me, but even they weren't as intimate as his cock. So I lay back, he moved over me, and we got started right away.
First, he rubbed his member in my curly red hair, which had to feel great on his sensitive tip. Then he rubbed it on my face, and I got to see every inch of it up close. He moved it on down to my breasts, running it around my hard red nipples. I shuddered with delight when he trailed its underside down my tummy, which had to make him almost shoot off. This was nearly as good as fucking!
Sal paused at my pussy, which was tempting for him to enter. But there was more of me for him to cover, and besides, the tease was marvelous. I thought of crying out and begging him to end it, but I knew I had to wait.
He ran his cock down one of my smooth white thighs, then the other, sending thrills back up to my dripping wet seam. Then he moved all the way down and held my left foot against him, under his rod and next to his balls.
"I didn't know you were a foot man," I laughed, wiggling my toes to excite him further. "Next, you'll be stealing my shoes for fetishes!"
"I didn't know either, Jane," Sal replied, his dark eyes smiling up at me. "But it's not bad at all. Maybe sometime I'll stick my big toe in your snatch!"
Then he had me turn over, and he started at the top again. It was absolutely wonderful, this cock's tour of my voluptuous body, and the waiting did make it even better. His rigid member trailed down my spine, sending shudders of joy through me. And soon he was between the twin white globes of my behind.
When his cock tip touched my rear opening, I finally broke down. "Oh, damn, put it in me!" I pleaded. I got up on my elbows and knees, my large breasts hanging, my butt wiggling at him and my pussy wide open and ready. "Do it now!"
And my dark-haired stud obliged, lunging into my vagina from behind as I pushed strongly back at him. We fucked fast and hot, accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping loudly on naked flesh. The tease had indeed made us wilder for each other. He slowed up to pull out his slippery rod and rim my vulva with it, then he plunged it back in even deeper than before. His strong hands reached under me and squeezed my breasts, and his fingers plucked at my hard red nipples. He got into a rotating motion, exploring my mature quim from every angle, and I matched it with my hips. Jolts of sexual electricity shot through my naked, fulsome flesh.
"Oh, damn, Sal!" I moaned, as I fucked like crazy. "It's as if our parts were just made to fit together. And as if there's nothing but those parts!"
"I don't know about that, gal," he panted. "But I do know that I'm going to cum!"
Then he did just that, and, with a deeper moan, so did I. My juice rushed out all over his cock and my thighs, and he pumped me full of his urgent seed. I reached back and got some of it on my fingers, then brought it to my thirsty lips. We collapsed laughing and sighing onto the bed, and I gave him a big, cum-soaked kiss.
"I'm glad you thought of that dick rub," I told Sal as we cuddled together afterward. He was stroking my sodden pussy while I played with his half-hard member.
"Me, too, Jane," he replied. "It turned out to be one of the all-time great wet fucks as well."
"Oh, you!" I scolded, having retained a tiny yet perversely exciting shred of my former prudery. "Well, I guess I'll get up and see about getting something for dinner now."
But his hand stayed clamped on my pussy. "Oh, no, you don't," he said, with a mysterious smile. "That was only the first part of my surprise!"
If there was one thing I'd learned about twenty-one-year-old studs like him, it was this. Even after they came, they were always ready for more!
And so was I. My head swam with excitement as Sal urged me up on my elbows and knees again, then knelt behind me. If I'd escaped the exquisite sensation of backdoor fucking when his cock was between my buns the first time, I surely didn't now. Instantly rock-hard again and still slick from our joining, he grasped my quaking hips and made an entry. As he pushed in farther, I looked back over my shoulder and saw a wild expression on his handsome face. My own face was straining, because I was taking something so big that felt so good. My whole bottom had an absolutely amazing feeling, which grew even stronger as he got his cock all the way in and began some thrusting. My pussy let go right away, and I came.
"Oh, damn!" I shouted. "That was great, but take it out. I'm liberated now and I know it's all part of love, but you're blowing my mind."
Sal did as I asked. But even that hadn't been all of his surprise!
Laying me back on the bed again, where I reclined with my sex-flushed body heaving and my large breasts upstanding, he reached into the pocket of his discarded jeans. Then, dramatically, he held up a condom package.
"I don't understand," I said. "We've satisfied ourselves that each other is safe, and we haven't been with anyone else. Besides, we just did it without one."
"But without this one!" he replied triumphantly, tearing open the wrapper and holding up the contents. The condom was studded all over with little rubber fingers!
"Oh, my gosh," I responded, involuntarily guarding my pussy. But the thought of that thing on his cock in me still made me feel so good. He had taken me so many places, and far from getting him out of my system, I only wanted more.
So I spread, and Sal rolled the novelty condom onto his rod and got over me. When he slid slowly into my sensitized sleeve, I could hardly believe the sensation! His was the best of the few cocks I'd had in my life, but now it was even better. Those tiny rubber fingers acted to thrill every inch of my inner flesh!
"Oh. Oh, lover!" I gasped as he started thrusting, putting those fingers in marvelous action. "Oh, that's incredible! I don't think many women have felt anything like this!"
"That's what I had in mind, Jane," he replied, looking down between us at my jogging breasts, my tensing tummy and my avidly bucking hips. "I'm still here to prove something to you. To free you, to build up your desire, to make you recognize the healthy lust that's in you."
So he was a kind of sex prophet, wise beyond his years, who had been sent to put me, an older woman, through changes. And my reaction was even stronger because I'd been so bottled up over the years.
"Well," I panted, rolling my red head around, "You're certainly doing it. You're taking me all the way!"
The orgasm that resulted from that encounter was the best one of the night. My dark-haired stud came in his French tickler, but I hardly noticed. That was because I was in another world. My whole voluptuous body was one great climax! I shuddered, I screamed, and I came and came and came. It felt as though I'd been fucking, and would cum forever. Fucking and cumming seemed to be my natural state!
"Oh. Oh, God, Sal!" I whimpered, when he pulled out and my spasms at last began to subside. "How amazing!"
"Yes, Jane," he said with a smile, stroking my naked flesh until I was completely done. "But now, or at least when vacation arrives, I want to take you literally somewhere else. It's another place where I work during the summer, and where I learned about women your age. There's an educated leader like yourself, plus more passionate women who are also at their sexual peak. And there, you can openly share what you've found."
"It sounds like a pleasure cult, a Utopia," I gushed, my fulsome form embracing him, my pussy rubbing on his leg.
"It is," he replied.
Raising up onto one elbow, I looked down along Sal's lean, muscular figure as though he were a god. "Where is this place?" I asked.
My young lover smiled. "Where else but outside Las Vegas? The most glitzy, popular place imaginable, the exact opposite of everything you've known."
"Let's go there," I responded instantly, a shudder of joy running through my loins once more. "I can hardly wait!"