Chapter 3

Sal made the arrangements, and when classes ended for the summer we got on a plane. As I rode above the fluffy white clouds, I felt shameless and free. I did feel, too, that I was making up for lost time. I was still wearing a dress, but it was a low-cut, shorter white model that reflected my new self. My full breasts swelled out at the top, and my luscious thighs were exposed below. I even pressed my legs together in the plane seat, setting my juices flowing and pretending that my male companion, or any man, was fucking me!

Over the years, I had saved up some money that I was also determined to use now. So, when we landed in Vegas, I hired a limo. Sal and I climbed in back, and I told the driver to take us to our destination the long way around. Then I raised the privacy panel, and, after a brief glance at the sunny blue sky and the Nevada desert, I turned to my lover.

"Let's fuck now," I purred.

"Damn, I've created a monster!" he laughed, finding me so promiscuous. "But, yeah, Jane. Sure!"

He was on me right away, hugging and feeling, and it felt great. One of his strong hands went inside my dress, cupping one large breast, then the other, as I felt my nipples harden. Then he moved to my thighs, sliding his hand up my stockings to where the smooth, bare flesh began. I parted my legs and he grasped my pussy as I shivered with excitement.

"Oh, Sal," I gasped. "You hot young stud. You fucker!"

Then he got halfway on top of me on the car seat, and we wrestled and groped some more. I inhaled his manly scent through his leather jacket and T-shirt while he unbuttoned my dress, revealing my low-cut white bra. With a smile, I took a deep breath, and my large breasts popped free. After taking them in with his hungry eyes, Sal licked their smooth white flesh and sucked at my hard red nipples, flicking them with his tongue.

My skirt was up around my waist by now, exposing my luscious rear in white thong panties. In front, my pussy was covered by only a thin triangle, and I was already soaking through the cloth. It was delightfully decadent to be riding along like that in a classy limousine!

Then Sal and I really got down to business, or pleasure. I pursed my lips sexily, reached for the zipper of his jeans, and freed his big cock. It was blue-veined, throbbing, and ready for action as always. I leaned down and gave it a few sucks, running my tongue around its head.

"Whoa, Jane!" my lover grinned. "You'll make me cum."

I surely didn't want that so soon, so I let him go. But I'd aroused him so much that he was on me like gangbusters. He pulled my dress off, leaving me in my lowered white bra, garter belt, stockings, and panties. He stuck his hand inside my panties, pressing it hard against my red-furred mound, then tore the cloth away. I'd leave that pair of panties on the limo seat as another monument to sex!

Then he snapped my garter straps against my smooth white thighs, which made my pussy cream like mad. We were both in full heat, ready to go.

Sal went on to fuck me with his clothes on, with only his iron-hard cock sticking out and sticking in me. It was the way it had been our first time, and probably the way I liked it best. His handsome young face was against my soft cheek, his strong hands squeezed my full breasts, and his cock tip probed between my tender pink labia. Then he slid it all the way into me, so fast and deep that it made me gasp. He began to thrust frantically, feeling as hot as the desert around us.

"Oh, yeah!" I went, panting and moaning and thrashing around, feeling just as hot as he was. "Fuck me, you devil. Do it for all you're worth!"

He surely did. His cock moved in me like a machine, a raging piston, in full contact with my switched-on clit. In my new world, I was conscious of my body as I'd never been before. I felt absolute jolts of pleasure shoot through me as I gripped Sal's back in his leather jacket and wrapped my naked legs around his hips in his jeans. We both started to sweat in the closed limo, and the bumps in the road came up through the seat and excited my behind. My large breasts bobbed up and down as we fucked like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh, Jane!" my stud grunted in my ear. "It's still sort of an added turn-on to fuck a lady like you."

But I shook my red head. "No," I grunted back. "You can call my breasts tits now, my behind my ass, my pussy my cunt, and even me a sexy broad. I want to get down and dirty with you!"

He kept thrusting into me, talking dirty as he did. And soon, with a wonderful rush, I came. The orgasm wracked my whole mature body, making me scream so loudly that I knew the limo driver could hear. My juices flowed out onto the leather seat as I seized Sal's cock with my inner muscles and milked my big O hungrily.

"Oh, God," I screamed. "Oh. Oh!"

But my lover wasn't done yet. He pulled out for a moment, had me turn over on my belly on the seat, knelt on the floor, and continued to put it to my sloppy cunt from behind. He grabbed my hips and jerked me back against him with every thrust. He snapped my garter straps on my legs again, making sexual electricity race through me. The underside of his raging rod slid on my clit, exciting both of us wildly. My large breasts pressed out to my sides.

Given that kind of treatment, it wasn't long before I came again, gasping and moaning and wriggling around. But Sal was still holding off. When he pulled his big dick out of me and we were sitting beside each other once more, I suddenly decided how I wanted to finish him.

Getting my hand on his long, thick, slippery shaft, I began stroking, slowly at first, then faster and faster, pausing from time to time to run my finger over his big red cockhead. We both got a charge out of watching his throbbing member, panting like the primitive people we were then. It wasn't long before I was rewarded by his dick hosing long white ribbons of jism into the air.

"Damn, Jane!" Sal laughed, as his stuff fell and pooled on the floor. "We've really messed up this limo!"

"Yes," I sighed, feeling my own juice on the seat. "But whoever cleans it up will know we had fun!"

Then he zipped his sated cock back into his jeans, and we just rode along for a while. I was still nearly naked, all mussed up, with my large breasts hanging out and my well-fucked pussy dribbling. When women got all the way down, I knew, they were even more wanton than men. If only my stodgy colleagues back at the university could have seen me then!

But we still weren't done. Taking his cue from the hand job I'd given him, my dark-haired stud reached down and began stroking my slit, wanting to bring me off yet again. He finger-fucked me to perfection, rimming my vulva, flicking my clit, and probing deep inside me. He must have loved touching the hot, wet place that had given his dick so much pleasure. For my part, I squirmed on his practiced hand, building myself surely to another climax.

"Oh, damn," I moaned. "You'll put me through the roof of this limo!"

And he did just that! With a grin, my inventive partner reached for a button and opened the sun roof. The desert air rushed in and ruffled my red hair, and the hot sun felt great on my naked flesh.

"Stand up, Jane," Sal told me. "I dance almost naked, so you can be an exhibitionist too. Stand up and let all the world see you!"

And I did it! Being fully initiated into freedom by now, I didn't need much urging. If I had any doubts, I thought that my breasts wouldn't show over the roof line, and that there'd be no one else around in the desert.

But when I stuck out my head and upper body, we were going right through Las Vegas, with its glitzy signs and crowds of people. And the tops of my breasts, down to my hard red nipples, were visible above the roof!

What's more, Sal was still finger-fucking me, and my face must have worn an incredible expression.

People stopped and stared. Given the tinted windows of the limo, they couldn't see what was going on below, but they might have guessed. Figuring what the hell, I went with the flow and even waved to them as Sal wiggled his digits in me. It was wild to be in the open air, passing hotels, cars, and people, yet to be feeling what I was in my pussy.

Once I'd had the classic sort of dream where I was naked in a crowd and horribly embarrassed about it. But if I ever had such a dream again, I knew now I'd be loving every minute of it and even getting off in my sleep!

At one point, I even called out. "You should have more fun," I said to some people on a street corner, noting that they had deadpan expressions despite the glamour of Las Vegas. "You should have more sex!"

Just then, I felt my climax start. It surged out of my incredibly sensitized pussy and spread all through my shuddering body. Floods of my warm juice rushed out onto Sal's busy fingers. Still not caring if anyone saw, I squeezed my breasts to give myself even more pleasure. There I was, riding along and cumming in public!

And I yelled. Most of Las Vegas must have heard me yell when I came!

At last, I sank back down into the limo. "Wow, Jane," my twenty-one-year-old stud said. "You're something else. It's a good thing there weren't any cops going by."

"Well, you told me to do it," I giggled, feeling as though I were nineteen instead of thirty-nine. "I've learned your lessons well, and maybe now I'm starting to shock you!" I paused. "At any rate, I added some popular culture to Las Vegas."

"You sure did," he laughed. "And now it's my turn to try."

So he stood up through the sun roof, just as I had done. He was fully dressed, un-like me in only my underwear, but that almost made it more kinky. People who saw him would have no idea what was going on below.

And what was going on was this. I released his throbbing cock from his jeans, finding it completely renewed by the outrageous way I'd acted. It stood well up to his belly, thick and long, with its blue vein pulsing and a drop of pre-cum on its tip. I licked that off, and ran my tongue around his cock head. He'd used his fingers on me, but I was going to suck!

Sal hung out above and looked at the scenery. He hung out below, and I gave him great head! I took his fine member deep, worked its underside with my tongue, and moved avidly on it. I pursed my lips and held it tightly as it slid between them, which must have set up a thrilling suction. I knew his cock so well by now, but it was always thrilling to me, too.

My lover wasn't as exposed above as I'd been, but I could hear him similarly talking to people we passed. When we stopped at a traffic light, he called out to a tall and beautiful blonde in short shorts and a halter top, probably an off-duty showgirl.

"Hey, babe," he shouted boldly. "Want to make it?"

"Get lost," she replied.

"Gladly," he countered, having set her up. "You see, I'm getting blown right now!"

Then he did blow! Suddenly there was the exciting feeling of his dick growing even bigger and harder in my mouth, then starting to jerk frantically. And the next moment it was pumping like mad, putting out loads of hot white sperm.

Sal sat back down, and I licked my lips, having swallowed most of his stuff. At least that wouldn't mess up the limousine! I smoothed my red hair and began to get dressed, while he zipped his cock back in.

"Well, we didn't stop to gamble or to see a show," he noted, as the limo drove back out into the desert again.

"No, but we put on our own show," I laughed. "We did Las Vegas right!"

I was impressed as never before by the upbeat, liberating, and creative power of sex. And that put me in just the right mood for what came next.

The limo slowed down and stopped at a metal gate across a dirt road. There was an intercom box, and Sal lowered his window and said a few words, after which the gate automatically swung open. We drove in, and when we were about half a mile down the road, a group of low buildings came into view. There were a large central structure, a stable with some horses in a corral, and a dozen rustic cabins. After all the glitz we'd been through, the whole place seemed welcomely natural.

And there was a sign that read: STUD FARM.

"I have a sneaking suspicion that doesn't refer to horses," I said, taking Sal's arm.

"You're right, Jane," he grinned. "It's sort of a joke, plus it's to throw off anyone who might disapprove."

Then he spread his arms stagily. "No, this isn't a dude ranch. No, it isn't one of those places where women go to wait out a Nevada divorce. No, it isn't a center for sensitivity training, or some kind of socialist Utopia. And no, it isn't a 'chicken ranch,' either!"

"I know now!" I exclaimed as we arrived. "You work as a male dancer, and you said you work here with older women. My, God, they come here to get laid, and you and some other young guys are the studs!"

"That's it," my lover confirmed. "You see, it is all based on the fact that women reach their sexual peak later, and men earlier. But, un-like you, many thirty-nine to fifty-year-old women don't get the chance to fuck men twenty years younger. And even you haven't done it openly and with variety."

"That answers my question," I said, as we got out of the limo and sent it back to town. My knees were weak and my pussy was tingling from the thought of the whole set-up. "I was wondering what was in it for me, since I already have you. But if you want me to fuck other young studs, too, that's fine."

"Share and share a-like!" Sal laughed. "I'll have my 'work' to do with the other mature gals-Then we took our luggage and walked into the main building, where we met Angela, the leader of the place.

Angela was a tall woman with long black hair streaked with gray. In her mid-forties, she looked like someone who had begun with the love cults of the 1960s and then moved on to this. She'd apparently kept herself free and alive during the years that followed, as I hadn't. She still had a spectacular figure, lean all over except for sexy buns and breasts that were heavy and round. In a tight T-shirt, honestly worn jeans, and cowboy boots, she looked great to me.

"Welcome to my little 'stud farm,'" Angela greeted me, in a low and reassuring voice. "I'm sure Sal's told you what goes on here. And I'm sure you weren't shocked, since you'd already found your way to older woman-younger man sex."

I sensed that such sex was a cult to her, but even more a vehicle for shameless, primitive pleasure. "Thank you," I said with a smile. "No, I wasn't shocked, and I'm looking forward to all that I can have. As a professor, I've been out of touch with my body for too long."

"Sal said you were educated," the tall, dark woman responded. "I have an advanced degree in psychology myself. But there's more healthy doing than thinking here, if you know what I mean!"

Then Angela led us back out into the hot sun, and along a gravel path to one of the cabins. She explained that each female guest rented a cabin and paid for meals and "overhead," but that the young studs drifted from cabin to cabin, never knowing with whom they'd spend the night! And everyone had been tested, of course.

"The words 'stud fee' may have entered your mind," Angela laughed. "But the guys would really do it for free, as you found out with your own lover here. They're turned on by the mystique of matronly women. However, we older gals tend to have money while they don't!"

Our leader left us in my cabin, which contained a living room, a bedroom with a king-size bed, and a luxurious bath. Hot and sweaty from the trip, not to mention the outrageous sex in the limo, I turned up the air conditioner, wiggled out of my dress and began to shed my underwear.

Sal looked over my voluptuous body, but for once he was too tired to do more. "I'm going for a horseback ride before I get cleaned up, Jane," he said. "After a winter in college, I can't wait to get out on the open range."

"Suit yourself," I replied with a smile, shaking my heavy breasts and smoothing out my tangled red pussy hair. "But it's a nice cool shower for me!"

He left, and I got under the soothing spray. I lathered my smooth flesh, using the perfumed bar that had been provided, lifting each of my breasts and happily circling the nipple with my fingers. Then I moved lower, tensing my belly and stroking it hard, as though my hands were those of a lover. I massaged the soapy insides of my thighs and the round globes of my rear, feeling the skin begin to tingle and wishing that I hadn't let Sal go so easily. At last, I tended to the places between my legs, almost bringing myself off but instead making myself fresh for the next time a man would lick or fuck me there!

But I had no idea just how soon that would be!

As I was rinsing myself off, the shower curtain parted. It was like something out of a horror movie, though I had to admit that the shock gave me a sexual thrill.

"Hi. I'm Hal," a friendly voice said. "I hope it's not too soon, but I'm at your service."

When I'd recovered, I saw that the voice belonged to one of the famous studs on the ranch, a blond hunk of about twenty-one who was standing there totally naked. He had a deep chest and bodybuilder's muscles that made my pussy tingle even more.

But the first thing about him that I'd noticed, I had to admit, was his cock. It was huge, thick and long, standing up and throbbing with his heartbeat.

"Hello, Hal," I responded, taking the whole thing in stride. "No, it isn't too soon, although a couple of months ago I'd never have believed this. But let me get warmed up a little, if you don't mind."

At that, I left the shower on, but knelt at his feet in the tub, while he reached up and grabbed the curtain rod, smiled, and pushed his dick at me. I took it between my lips, sucking at the swollen tip, then deeper into my mouth, beginning to bob my wet head up and down. I pressed my fingers on the sensitive base and fondled Hal's fine set of balls, as he started to moan with pleasure and tightened his grip on the rod. If my new life had given me nothing else, it had made me instantly ready for sex!

"Oh, Jane!" the young blond hunk went. "Sal said you were good, and you are. Better than half the women who show up at this place."

Hal and Sal, I thought. One's dark and one's blond, but each of them has a cock an older woman would kill for!

I kept sucking. My heavy breasts hung down, the thick nipples pointing and the shower water running from them. The cool spray caressed my back, too, and ran down between my buns. Soon I had Hal well on the way to an orgasm, not to mention myself, without my wet pussy even being touched.

"Now let's move to the bed," I said, disgorging the guy's big cock. "I'm not that old, but my knees are getting a little sore from this tub."

So I got up and out, turned off the water, and, without drying off, went to the bedroom and got on my hands and knees on the king-size mattress. My suitcases were still packed, yet there I was, about to have sex again. I'd become a nonstop fucking machine!

My body was still all wet, too, dripping onto the bed. There was something truly great about wet sex. It was also great to know that my slit was perfectly clean. Sex was the cleanest thing in the world, I knew now, and I had no idea why some people thought of it as dirty.

At any rate, Hal knelt behind me, grasped my hips, and slid his great big dick into me. I thrilled to the exciting contours of his new male member. He began thrusting strongly, sliding his sensitive underside on my equally sensitive clit. In my hands-and-knees position, I was completely open to him, my warm juice soaking my red pussy hair and flowing down my inner thighs. His hands left my hips, stroked my slick, arching back, then found my heavily hanging tits. He lifted their smooth white roundness and lightly squeezed my hard red nipples between his fingers.

"Yes, you're a lusty one, Jane," he said. "So full-blown, hot, and mature. Your pussy's nice and tight, too, as though you'd been saving it up. Though it's still hard to believe that you were once repressed, like Sal told me."

"Thanks," I panted, as I built higher and higher. "But the past is the past. Just fuck me, you stud. Fuck me!"

He surely did. As he lunged even more strongly, my naked body heaved, the bed shook, and the Nevada earth moved under me! I came wildly, with a climax that had been growing ever since I'd soaped myself in the shower. My wet red hair flew around, my tits shook, and my crazily happy pussy bucked back at the fine young cock that was in it. Damn, fucking was great!

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," I grunted, letting myself go all the way. "That's it. This is it. Ohhh!"

"Oh, yeah, babe," Hal echoed. "Oh, how I love you older gals! You feel awesome, and you sure know how. Yeah!"

Then his big thing throbbed in me, and he let out a real gusher. His hot, urgent stuff filled my insides to the brim and oozed out down my thighs. I'd had more jism deposited in my pussy during the past few months, I figured, than I had in my whole previous life. But again, I loved it.

It was right at that point that the door to the cabin opened. And there stood dark-haired Sal, returned from his horseback ride!

"Well, well, well," he chuckled. "It looks like I've caught you two in the act. And you, Jane, it's the first time I've seen you with another guy!"

I couldn't deny it, kneeling there as I was with blond Hal's dick still in me. But I knew that my original stud wasn't jealous, just approving and excited.

"I cannot tell a lie," I laughed, looking back to where I was coupled. "My pussy can't tell a lie!"

"Good," Sal responded, also nodding to Hal. "But now you're going to have another first time, Jane." Dramatically, he unzipped his dusty jeans, as the Western sun behind him made him look like a tough young cowboy.

"Your first time," he concluded, his manhood springing out and upward, "with two cocks!"

Then he knelt at my head on the bed and pushed his dick between my lips. If I'd had any doubts, they'd been dispelled by the realization that I'd opened my mouth before his member even got there. At this point in my life, I wanted to give and take all the pleasure I could. And boy, did I want to take it!

So I began sucking Sal, and Hal began fucking me again. Young stud that he was, he hadn't even gotten soft after he came! When he lunged at me, it drove my head forward onto Sal's throbbing rod. And when Sal levered into my mouth, it pushed my slit back onto Hal's big dick. My naked, curvy female body moved back and forth, heavy breasts swinging, totally gone in sex. And when my two partners thrust at the same time, I was really stuffed!

Whatever had happened to the university professor I'd been, the one with stale and shallow ideas? Well, she was getting boinked by not one, but by two things that were neither shallow nor stale. She was receiving a reality treatment, and was finding what was proved not by the mind, but by the always trusty body. She still had ideas, but they were better ones for that. A poet had once said that truth was beauty. Well, truth was sex, and that was all I needed to know!

Now the orgasms began again. I didn't know how Hal could produce so much stuff, but he shot off, adding to what was already in my steamy pussy. He slapped my smooth round butt, then reached underneath and fingered my clit and his plunging rod as he came and came. I wiggled with joy as he gave me all he had.

Not to be outdone, Sal came in my mouth. I was so hot from my sexy exertions that I welcomed his soothing jism as it hit my throat. I bobbed my red head and sucked strongly, until I'd brought him all the way through what must have been a marvelous climax. He stroked my slick back and massaged my shoulders, as if to thank me for all we'd been to each other.

Then I came! And it was a big one, as big as all the Western outdoors around us, as big as the buttes, mesas, and canyons. My orgasm flowed powerfully from my vagina throughout my whole mature, straining body, out to my clenching fingers and my clutching toes. I beat my fists on the mattress, shook my tits and my ass, took my mouth off Sal's cock and shouted out my stupendous release. In fact, to the partial amazement of the two young studs, I howled!

"Ooo!" I went, like the savage I now became during sex. "Awooo!" like some creature of the desert. "Oooo!"

At last it was over. My two men and I uncoupled, from before and behind. My pussy was oozing jism, and the white stuff was also seeping out of the corners of my mouth. But it was all natural, not too strong for me, and a damn sight better than my former prudery. Nor did I mind their love fluids in me, because mine was all over them! Sleepy words came to my mind: Females understand cocks; know damn well orgasms result; kindly invite nuzzling. I was half-drunk with sex!

"Well, guys," I laughed, looking at the blond hunk and the dark-haired one. "I think I'll call it a day!"