Chapter 4
The two young studs got dressed and left the cabin. I flopped down on the bed, still naked, and slept the sleep of the just and the just-fucked! When I woke up, it was evening, and I showered again, then unpacked. A dinner bell sounded, so I put on a loose dress without underwear, and made my way to the main building of the ranch.
Under the beamed ceiling, rustic tables were brimming with Tex-Mex dishes. I found a space on a bench between Angela, our leader, and Sal. There were about a dozen older women there, all a well-preserved thirty-five to fifty in age, and as many younger men. But I hardly noticed them, because I was so hungry from the sex that I was stuffing my pretty face!
After dinner, dark-haired Angela led me to a low couch at the end of the big room, in front of a mesquite blaze in a stone fireplace to ward off the chilly desert night. The other people drifted out, probably to some more sex, and she said I could get acquainted and hear their stories later. Wearing a flowing dress like my own, she poured us each a drink and relaxed beside me.
"My inspiration for this place was a woman who lived in the Southwest many years ago," Angela said. "She had been sexually repressed like many older women, yet with the coming of her sexual peak she made a break with her past life as you did. She took up with a famous writer and came out here. And she found out that sex was the truest way to the spirit."
I told my new friend my own recent thoughts about body and mind, and added that they'd occurred to me, appropriately enough, while fucking! "There are too many ideas," I concluded. "And ideas can lead to dangerous divisions. We need to trust our bodies and our instincts, instead."
"We understand each other, Jane," Angela replied with a smile. "But Sal's told me about your background. Let me tell you what brought me here."
I was (Angela said), a woman of forty, and I'd just gone through a divorce. My husband, as so many of them do, had run off with a twenty-one-year-old, under the impression that she'd idolize him and make him feel young again. Little did he know that I'd be more sensual and inventive than she was, given half the chance.
Quite frankly, though, while I had been into free love in the 1960s, I was in a sexual rut, too. So my story, like yours, involves how I got out of it.
After a couple of months of loneliness, I just had to have some loving. So, when a blond, good-looking swinger type approached me at a shopping mall, I agreed to go out with him. He asked me to stop by his place the next night, and while I still felt a bit awkward, I agreed to that, too.
I spent more time than I should getting ready, and I arrived wearing a black wraparound dress, with a bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels. I had on make-up and perfume and had pinned up my long dark hair.
But the guy, whose name was Ted, opened his door wearing only a robe! As soon as I came in, he shed it, showing me his muscular body and his large, upstanding cock. I couldn't believe how fast things were moving, but I swallowed hard and went with the flow. My pussy was leading me, and it was already wet!
"We both know what we're here for," Ted said warmly, reaching out and stroking my cheek. "Lady, I'm at your service."
"Well, with an honest approach like that," I replied, feasting my eyes on his nakedness, "it's only fair that you see me, too."
So I opened my dress and shrugged it off my shoulders. Ted looked appreciatively at my tall, slender figure in the sexy black lingerie. Then, with a smile, I unhooked my bra and showed him my large, hard-nippled breasts. I went on to take off my panties, exposing my sex, with its neat line of dark fur.
"You're a beautiful, mature woman, Angela," my lover-to-be said. "I don't know why your husband left you. He was a very lucky man."
"And so are you," I laughed, regaining my confidence. "Because you're about to fuck me!"
Leaving my garter belt, stockings, and heels on, I put my hands on Ted's strong shoulders, and we kissed. He explored my heavy round breasts and ran his fingers down my flat belly and my long, firm thighs. Returning to my pussy, he opened me and spread my juice around my labia. Then he hunched down, and in one smooth motion ran his big hard cock right up inside my hungry sleeve!
"Ahhh!" I sighed, closing my eyes and breathing between my teeth, with my red lips parted. It was wonderful to feel a new man's rod buried in the center of my being. My lover grasped the twin globes of my ass and got into a strong, slow rhythm. I ran my hands over his back and responded expressively with my hips.
All my months, even years of frustration fell away. I hadn't realized how dissatisfied, how unalive, I'd been. In addition, I'd arrived at the age when sex could be even better if it were awakened. And Ted was certainly waking me up right then!
We stood there for a while, fucking gently, savoring the feeling and making it last. Then we sidestepped to his couch, with his dick still inside me, and lay down with me on top. In that position, I could express myself fully, and could follow my new road of passion wherever it would lead. I leaned forward, stroked his blond hair, kissed his forehead, and pressed my full breasts on his chest. I unpinned my long dark tresses and let them hang over him, enclosing us in a sweet erotic world all our own.
But even more, I fucked for all I was worth! I moved my hot, furry, liquid sex on his rod, levering my hips, even making a circular motion that began to drive his throbbing shaft wild.
"Oh, God, Angela!" Ted gasped as I suctioned strongly, working my tight quim ever faster on his upright member. "You fuck like a dream. You're the ultimate in mature tail!"
"Thank you, sir," I panted, not minding his expression. He must have been carried away by the touch of my soft, feminine flesh and the aroma of my perfume. His hands stroked my curving back and my bobbing rear as I brought us both higher and higher.
Then I came, with a shudder of joy running through my long body. I tightened my inner muscles, milking my orgasm for all it had to give me, making up for my years of doubt. At the same time, I thought of it as the first one of the rest of my life. After this, I'd never look back!
But before Ted shot off too, I surprised him. Demonstrating my new freedom, I let his cock out of me and moved lower on him, caressing him with my heavily hanging breasts along the way. Then I took him deeply in my mouth, letting my hair hang over his lap and his balls.
"Oh, Angela!" he sighed as I started to move on him, sucking strongly, tasting his clean, beautiful organ. "Oh, yes!"
With all that, it didn't take him long to climax. His gut tensed, his cock jerked, and he began to pump into my waiting mouth. He probably thought I'd take my head away, but I didn't. Instead, I accepted every drop of his warm, spurting stuff and swallowed it down. I was natural and free at last!
Ted and I fucked again that night, in his bed, with him on top. But that first time (Angela concluded) was the one that really put me on the path that led me here.
Several weeks later (Angela went on), a woman friend of mine put me onto something. There were a couple of guys who lived in a cabin out by a lake, and who specialized in clean, no-strings sex with divorced women. She had met them through another fortyish friend, had had quite a time with them, and now was spreading the news to me. In fact, she called the guys and set it up.
I got to the cabin at dusk, my pussy already creaming with anticipation. The idea of taking on not one, but two strange cocks had my pulse pounding. Un-like the overdressing I'd done for Ted, I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, without the benefit of underwear. My large breasts, firm butt, and prominent mound under the tight cloth, and my long, bare legs, looked and felt good.
When the door opened to my knock, I was even more turned on. There stood two handsome, clean-cut hunks, one blond and one dark. The first one introduced himself as Joe, and the other as John. After that, they let their bodies do the talking!
Standing on either side of me, they took hold of my T-shirt and peeled it off. My breasts swung free, nipples hard and areolae puckered. The guys stroked them and kissed me as I turned from side to side, enjoying such special treatment, feeling thrilled to be the center of so much male attention. They held up my breasts and kissed them and sucked at my nipples, too, as I shivered with delight at the touch of four strong hands on my smooth, naked flesh.
Then they pulled down my shorts, and things got serious. Joe and John squeezed my ass and explored my slit with their fingers, making me cream all over them. I found myself almost shockingly in heat, like a wanton female. So I went along when they each took hold of one of my long thighs and lifted me off the floor! They carried me to a bed in the corner of the cabin and plopped me down on it. I lay back and spread for them, my whole body aching for penetration.
The guys stripped down, and they were hunks indeed. Their bodies rippled with muscles, from their biceps to their pecs to their abs to their thighs. I nearly came just from looking at them! But two things were even better than their muscles. Those were their big, iron-hard dicks, standing up and pulsing with their heartbeats. I was about to have those dicks for my very own!
They added rubbers, and a moment later blond Joe was over me and his tool was in me, plunging between my wet pink labia. It was the biggest one I'd ever taken, but it felt absolutely wonderful. Joe fucked deeply and strongly, almost as if it were a championship athletic event, smiling down at me and urging me to respond.
"Go for it, Angela!" he said. "Really go for it. Let yourself go!"
I did. My breasts rolled around, my tummy and my ass tensed, and I thrust my pussy back up at him. I was building quickly to a big O.
But before I came, Joe pulled out to be replaced by dark-haired John, who gave me his own big hard cock to the hilt. It felt just as good as his friend's, as it probed deeply into my hot, wet hole. I grew wilder and wilder, squirming around and raking my hands over his strong shoulders and back.
The two guys switched off every minute or so, in a kind of marathon, relay fuck. But I kept up with them, putting out more hot sex than I'd thought I had in me. This was pure, basic balling at its best!
My mouth was wide open as I panted and moaned with passion. That, and the sight of one unemployed dick, must have resulted in what happened next. Joe was in me at the time, and John's tool was just inches from my face as he stood at the side of the bed and waited his turn. So I motioned for him to straddle my pretty face instead, and I started to suck him!
Now I had both beautiful cocks in me, one above and one below. Their owners rode my straining body energetically, like two sexual jockeys. I sucked John for all I was worth, pressing the underside of his shaft with my hard tongue, taking it deep in my hot mouth and forming my lips to it. Joe's member probed every inch of my dark-furred, swollen-lipped, incredibly wet cunt, making my belly quiver with joy. My sucking seemed to arouse my pussy even more, as though there were a direct, sensual line from my mouth to my slit.
Then I let loose and came. It was so strong, like nothing I'd ever felt before, that I almost passed out! Having two men, it was obvious, doubled my pleasure and made my orgasm twice as good. Waves of pure ecstasy washed over my slender, naked body, my nipples ached, and what seemed like a pint of my sex juice flowed out of my happy snatch.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, God!" I screamed, as I came and came and came. Completely lost in pleasure, I went limp under my two male partners. If I'd been hungry for fucking, and Ted had been an appetizer, now I'd found a whole main course!
But Joe and John hadn't climaxed yet. So I moved them off me, and sat up between them on the bed. Smilingly, I peeled the rubbers off their big dicks.
"Ooo, I just love these hunks of man meat!" I purred, feeling totally shameless now. "They've been so good to me. So I want to be good to them. I want to make them shoot off together. I want to see them spurt white!"
Then I took one in each hand and began to stroke them, moving smoothly from their tips to their bases. Their owners threw back their heads and sighed as I gave their slippery members the best hand jobs I knew how.
"Oh, yeah, Angela!" they went, in total bliss. "Oh, you're the best!"
Before long, both dicks went off like cannons. At exactly the same time, they arched streams of hot white jism into the air! I controlled the spurts with my fingers, making them last, watching in fascination just as I'd wanted to. I felt freer still, and farther along the path of total sensuality I'd chosen. As a psychologist, I'd heard so many dry theories about sex, but I was discovering that the best way to find yourself was simply to let it all hang out, get wet, and fuck!
After that (Angela finished that part of her story), there wasn't much more to say. Totally satisfied, I got dressed and left the cabin, the two hunks waving warmly in the doorway as I drove off. They were still naked, and their cocks were limp and very satisfied, too. And when I got home, I surely called my woman friend and thanked her for setting the sexy night up!
Two weeks down the road (Angela resumed), my same fortyish friend and I decided to go to Joe and John again, only this time together! Out at the cabin by the lake, the four of us stripped down and got right into it.
But my girlfriend, a buxom blond named Pat, a real nympho, got into it with me first. And that represented yet another forward step for me.
Pat lay back on the bed, her round breasts upstanding, and spread her snowy thighs. With a smile, she opened her pussy with her fingers and showed it to me and the guys. Her wet pink folds, surrounded by downy yellow fur, suddenly looked very appetizing to me. After all, sensitive sex flesh, male or female, was pretty much the same.
"Come and eat me out, Angie," she coaxed. "I don't know if you've ever done it to a woman before, but I do know that you'll love it."
I hadn't ever gone lesbo before, but I hid that fact. At any rate, I went that way now, diving between Pat's legs! And I loved it, indeed! As I squeezed her thighs and licked her pubes, she tasted delicious, almost like an exotic kind of candy. She must have perfumed herself there, and that, mixed with her natural juices, made for a sticky feast!
Gone was any uneasiness I might have had about doing it with someone of my own sex. In fact, any such prohibition only made it more exciting.
Then Pat had me turn around head to foot with her so that she could eat me, too. There were loud slurping sounds as we tasted each other's pink. I found her clit and diddled it with my tongue, then licked her tender folds and lapped up her warm juices. From behind, I could feel her grasping my legs and doing the same to me. I became lost in a kind of woman-to-woman heaven, though it didn't hurt that the guys were watching and urging us on as well.
"Mmmmm!" Pat and I hummed into each other's sticky snatch, as our bodies began to heave with ecstasy. "Mmmmm!"
Soon we brought each other off. Her pussy spasmed against my lips, and I felt jolts of sexual power shoot from my quim throughout my whole quivering body. We licked faster and faster as we rode our mutual climax to the finish. It was my first time for lesbian sex, and while I still liked men better, it was as great as I thought it would be.
"That was quite a performance," Joe said, as Pat and I uncoupled, licking our lips. He was standing by the bed, holding his big hard cock in his hand, trying to restrain himself from spoiling his own later show by jacking himself off. "I almost came just from watching you!"
"Me, too," John agreed. "Now let's move on from that lezzie stuff, and make it a foursome!"
They'd been good, patient guys, so Pat and I obliged them. We got up on our hands and knees facing the headboard, our breasts hanging heavily and our butts raised. Our arching backs, wiggling hips, and wantonly exposed slits must have been a sight to drive any man wild.
The two hunks came up and knelt behind us, and soon I felt a long, thick cock slide into my hot, primed sleeve. My partner went at it with a will, fucking my slippery hole fast and hard. I could feel my labia moving in and out around his shaft as it suctioned in me. He squeezed my buns, stroked my back, and reached underneath to massage my sensitive tits. I bucked back at him in rhythm, shaking all over, totally letting go. My tight pussy must have been making him very happy.
"Yes!" I said, swinging my long dark hair, gazing back at him over my shoulder. It was then that I realized I hadn't even identified which guy it was! It was John, but actually, any dick would have been okay with me. "Fuck me!" I went on. "Fuck me good. Fuck me right!"
Soon I came, squirting out juice around his thrusting dong. Then, while my partner kept fucking toward his climax, I watched Pat and her guy, Joe, beside us.
My female friend's blue eyes were glazed over with lust, and her blond head was thrashing around. In her hands and knees position, her big, red-nippled tits were hanging, swinging, and even rotating! Best of all, though, was the sight of her squirming ass and a long hard dick sliding in her love hole. I reached over and stroked her naked flesh, urging her on.
"Go all the way, gal," I told her. "Go for that Big O. Let that guy take you to cunt heaven!"
And a moment later, she did. I could almost see her climax as it shot through her quivering white flesh. I could almost feel it in my own aroused body as well!
Then the guys switched, and fucked a different one of us for a while. But before they finally came, we motioned them out of us, and we turned around.
"I'm up for some sucking," I told my woman friend. "Some good, old-fashioned sucking. Let's blow these two hunks to a finish!"
"Oh, yes," Pat replied, looking happy to see that I'd become just as bold as she was. "Let's get our pretty lips on their meat. Yes!"
So we gave them the best head we knew how, taking their throbbing members deep in our hot mouths, sucking and bobbing away. We tongued their undersides and fondled their swollen balls with our busy fingers, doing everything we could to bring them off in a big way. And soon we were rewarded by both dicks twitching and pumping, filling their rubbers full!
Joe and John and Pat and I partied again several times after that. But now, at the risk of leaving out some of the hot things we did together, I want to move on to the last part of my story.
My lover Ted and the hunkish twosome were close to my own age. But not Paul. In fact, he was Pat's son, a handsome, sandy-haired guy of nineteen!
Paul came over to my place one Saturday morning to return something his mother had borrowed. When he arrived, I was wearing only a filmy blue negligee, but we were all such good friends that I didn't feel embarrassed. In fact, I thought it might be fun for him to see the outlines of my mature body through the cloth.
I asked Paul to sit down at the kitchen table and have a cup of coffee. When I served it to him, though, the top of my negligee fell open to give him a good view of my cleavage, all the way to my nipples. And when I sat down across from him, and perversely didn't cover myself again, he couldn't keep his eyes off my big, matronly breasts.
Paul's gaze was making me hot, and I suddenly felt even more deliciously wanton. In spite of whatever else we were, he was a functional man and I was a functional woman. He had a cock that I knew was growing achingly hard, and I had a pussy that was already wetting. Damn, I thought. I'm going to seduce this guy, my friend's son! So I moved over to a chair next to his, took one of his hands, and placed it on my chest.
"Go ahead and feel them," I purred. "I know you want to, and I want you to."
"I really shouldn't," he replied, swallowing hard. "But I guess I will!"
Soon he was indeed lifting and exploring my mature, naked boobs. He opened my negligee farther, forming a new, exciting neckline below my bare bosom. My areolae grew puckered and my thick nipples hardened as grew bolder and ran his fingers over them. I was sure that he'd never seen tits like mine on young women his own age, and the thought excited me, too.
"Suck them, Paul," I said, feeling even bolder myself. "Go ahead and suck them."
With another hard swallow, he lowered his mouth to my mammaries. And soon he was licking their smooth white skin, then sucking happily on one big nipple, then the other.
But after a while, I raised his sandy head and took him farther down the road of seduction. With a sultry smile, with one dark tress falling over my face, I slipped one of my long, shapely legs out of my negligee. Now he could see my smooth white thigh, all the way up to my pussy hair!
"Just look at this," I said teasingly, feeling so naughty I couldn't believe it. "Don't you think it's as nice as my great big boobies? Don't you want to feel it up, too?"
He was too overcome with excitement to reply. But he did reach out and stroke my naked thigh, going as high as he dared. And, when he stopped, I took his hand and moved it the rest of the way, to my hot, soggy twat!
Then I stood up dramatically and, in a supremely wanton way, let my blue negligee drop to the kitchen floor. Paul gasped when he saw my blatant, forty-year-old nakedness, my tall, lean figure, rounded ass and heavy breasts. His eyes settled on, and were hypnotized by, my lush dark bush and my moist red labia visible below it. Feeling just so wicked, I smiled, reached down, and fingered open my slit for him.
It became even more decadent. Having led him on that far, I now pretended not to be interested, which only drove him wilder. Nude, I moved around the kitchen, taking our empty coffee cups and putting them in the dishwasher, bending over so that he could see my hanging breasts and my whole, furry cleft. I took some clean dishes and put them away, reaching up to the cupboard, my body arching provocatively over the counter. I could practically feel the young guy's eyes boring into my back.
At last I heard Paul get up, walk over, and stand behind me. He reached around and hefted my breasts, then ran one hand down my taut belly to my pussy. His bulging cock pressed against my naked ass. Only then did I turn around and face him.
"Oh, did you want to fuck me?" I asked, with consummately exciting unconcern. "Did you want to actually put your dick in my pussy, or maybe someplace else?"
Totally lost now, the nineteen-year-old groaned. "Yes. Oh, yes!"
Then I became the loving, matronly type again. I shucked off his T-shirt and pressed my breasts against his bare chest as he ran his hands over my silky back. I unzipped his jeans and freed his fine big cock, which stood up hard and throbbing. It looked so fresh and tempting that I knelt down and gave it a few licks, being careful not to do enough to make him shoot off.
His stomach hardened and he gasped and sighed.
But then I got up again, lifted myself to the edge of the kitchen table, and spread my legs. Looking provocatively downward, I rubbed my dark fur and slid my middle finger up and down my liquid seam, darting it into my pussy-hole.
"Well, you can fuck me, lover," I purred, giving him the ultimate in wanton gazes. "Fuck me, Paul. Go ahead and stick your dick in your mother's best friend's quim!"
And he did! Stepping forward, pausing only for a moment during which he looked like he was thinking of eating me first, he drove his rod deeply into me. He looked so amazed and delighted that it was actually happening, a somewhat forbidden thing. But once he was buried to the hilt in my mature sleeve, we were just a woman and a man, and he was a great, natural fucker. With the heat of his youth, he lunged strongly, making me squeal with pleasure. His hands played with my big, bobbing breasts, then reached under me to knead my firm round buns. I held onto his strong shoulders and let myself go in that torrid, all-out fuck with my friend's son. It was wild to look down between us and watch his dick actually sliding into me, his brown pubic hair meeting my dark muff, our most intimate parts in naked, blatant contact. And, as we fucked for dear life, it felt even wilder to both of us!
"Oh, Angela!" my lover panted. "I can't believe you're letting me do this."
"Believe it, Paul," I responded. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Make me cum!"
He did just that. Soon a marvelous orgasm overtook me, one that was made even stronger by the pairing of a woman at her sexual peak with a man at his. I held onto him tightly as my naked body strained, quivered and shook.
"Oh, yes, Paul," I screamed, putting out a flood of hot, slick juice around his thrusting rod. "Yes!"
Then he came, too. With one especially deep lunge into me, his cock exploded, then pumped a huge load of jism. As he kept moving, he kept adding to it. When he pulled out, there was so much in my vagina that some of it ran out onto my kitchen table. His mind was so blown by the whole experience that he couldn't say anything, but it had obviously been spectacular for him as well. Our wanton eyes met, communicating the thrill of the amazing and half-forbidden thing we'd done.
"Don't tell your mother," I said as I put on my negligee and helped him zip his sated cock back in.
"Don't worry. I won't," he grinned. He walked to the door, actually whistling a boyish tune. "That was too special. That was ours!"
I didn't think there would be a repeat performance with Paul (Angela went on). But one afternoon a week later, when I was dressing to go out, he appeared not only at my door, but in my bedroom! Apparently I'd left the kitchen door unlocked, and he'd walked upstairs after coming over to the house just to find me.
"Oh, damn!" I gasped, when I turned and saw him. "You scared me!" What's more, I was wearing only a black corset at the time, and I tried to cover my breasts, bush, and buns.
But the young stud laughed, and even pulled out his rock-hard dick. "I got so horny, Angela," he said. "I've done nothing but think of you during the past week. I've simply got to fuck you again, and I think you'd like it, too."
So the one who'd been seduced had now become the seducer, even though he was younger and I was older. Turnabout was fair play! I felt a little less guilty, too, about the devilish way I'd acted with him the first time.
And I don't know what came over us, but he began chasing me around my bedroom, swiping at my sexily exposed parts, my bouncing tits and my quivering ass. I loved it! The sight of his wagging dick made my pussy start creaming, and I knew I was going to fuck him again, indeed.
Flopping face down on my bed, giggling uncontrollably, I let Paul catch me. He was laughing too, even as he bounded on top of me and went right ahead and slid his tool into my slippery cunt from behind! Where our first time had been serious, this one was going to be a lighthearted romp.
"You naughty guy," I scolded over my shoulder, as he began to thrust strongly.
"You're bad!"
"Yes, I am," he replied, reaching underneath me to hold my big breasts, then lower to stroke my tensing belly and diddle my clit in addition to fucking me. "But so are you!"
There was something incredibly exciting about having moved directly from grab-ass and giggling to balling and shuddering with delight. And my tight black corset made it even more kinky. Before either of us came, though, Paul pulled his dick out and turned me over.
"Suck me off," he urged, moving up so that his throbbing member was next to my face. "Suck me off!"
"My, you have gotten to be such a naughty guy," I told him. "But now I'm naughty, too. So I'll give you head, but only if you'll turn around and eat out my forty-year-old snatch!"
With a grin, and even though he may have never tasted a woman's sex before, he did just that. We lay on our sides in a classic sixty-nine, hungrily going for each other's genitals. I took his fine young cock deeply into my mouth, sucking strongly and tonguing its sensitive underside. I pressed my fingers on his base and rubbed my big breasts against his lower belly, exciting him even more.
With the heat of his youth, Paul came right away. He shot gobs of hot white jism into my mouth, so much that I could hardly keep up with it. I kept sucking and fingering him until he was done. It might have been my imagination, but his fresh young stuff tasted better than that of older men I'd had.
And, with a consideration that surprised me in a nineteen-year-old, he kept eating me. Holding onto my firm round buns, bringing my dark-furred sex to his mouth like a tasty dish, he gave head like a pro. His tongue separated my thick brown outer lips and went for my inner pink, running around my intricate folds and finding my throbbing clit. He worked on that for a while, then darted his tongue inside me. We had moved away from playful fun again.
But what finally made me climax was when his tongue wandered back to my other hole! No one, even in my new and freer life, had ever done that to me before. And it felt marvelous!
"Oh, God, Paul!" I screamed, as my tall body convulsed, as I gripped his head with my thighs and squirted and came. "Oh, that's amazing. Oh!" Never had I felt such a sensation between my legs, or in my mind.
My young stud and I (Angela concluded) turned around and kissed deeply, tasting our own stuff on each other's lips. Then he got dressed and left, while I lolled sex-drunk in my black corset on my bed. I had taught him a lot, but he'd taught me something, too. Until he moved away, left home and went out on his own, that friend's son and I fucked whenever we could. I had a hard time controlling his hot desires, but I had just as much trouble controlling myself! Maybe the fact that ours was a strange kind of love only prompted us to affirm it.
I was really opened up now, and the rest is history. Maybe inspired by that cabin where I'd had so much sex, I used my divorce settlement to make a down payment on this ranch and convert it into a "stud farm" for older woman-younger man loving, where such couples could be even freer in secret!
Now we were back to lean, dark-haired Angela and to me, voluptuous, red-headed Jane, two women sitting around talking on a low couch in front of a fireplace in the main building of that same ranch.
"I realize that my story has been long, candid, and a bit raunchy," Angela said with a smile. "But sex is never dirty, and at the very least it isn't boring!"
"Certainly not!" I laughed in reply, savoring her tale in my mind.
"Seriously, though," she went on, "I think you'll have seen how I progressively freed myself. First it was straight and oral sex with Ted, then sex with two men, Joe and John, then a four-way that included Pat. Then it was on to my discovery of the older-younger mystique."
"I do see," I nodded.
"But there was one experience I described that I don't know whether you've had, Jane," Angela concluded. She moved closer to me on the couch, kissed me on the cheek, and stroked my thigh. "And I think you can guess what it is."
I hadn't had it, and I could guess. "Show me now," I said.