Chapter 6

I went back to my cabin and enjoyed the best sleep I'd had in ages. Awaking late the next morning, I put on short shorts and a halter top and walked out into the brilliant desert sunshine. Several of the dozen young men at the ranch were working with their shirts off, their tanned muscles gleaming with sweat. Yes, this was an ideal place for a lusty older gal like me to be!

While the guys watched my swinging breasts and buns, I sauntered over to the main building. There, I greeted Angela and some of the other women and got a bite to eat. Outdoors again, I encountered Sal.

"Hey, Jane," my dark-haired, original young stud laughed. "Are you having a good time?"

"What do you think?" I responded, "you've only brought me to paradise!"

Then he suggested that we go off together to do something new. I agreed, knowing how wonderfully his surprises always worked out. He saddled a couple of horses and grabbed a mysterious bag, and we rode out on the desert to a place behind some rocks.

We dismounted. "What's in the bag?" I asked.

"Well, Jane," Sal said with a grin, "You've done a lot of things, but you've never dressed kinky. And I'm about to fix that!"

Whereupon he had me strip naked, looking approvingly as always at my large breasts, my hourglass waist, and my swelling ass and thighs. Then he reached into the bag and pulled out some Western gear.

"Here, put this on," he told me. "It'll make you feel sexy as hell." He paused. "Not to mention what looking at you in it will do to me!"

I did as he said. The articles consisted of brown leather cowboy boots with spurs, a matching belt, gauntlets for my arms, and a wide black hat. Otherwise, my full-blown flesh was naked, my tits and ass thrusting out and even my lush red bush totally exposed.

"There's my big, tough redhead!" Sal exclaimed, as I saw his cock get instantly hard in his jeans. "Damn, power suits you older women, since you've seen so much. And men sure don't mind a matronly type like you!"

After that, he had me act powerful indeed, and I took to it right away. He'd brought a camera along, and he took some photos of me in sexy positions. I put one foot on a rock and my hands on my hips, and glared down at him while he shot up under my spread pussy and my jutting breasts. I turned around, bent over, and mooned him, showing the camera everything I had between my big, smooth buns, not to mention my boobs hanging heavily beyond. He even lay flat on his back and had me put one booted foot on his chest while he shot all the way up along my strong, mature body. At last, he stood up and put the camera aside.

"That was great play, Jane," Sal laughed. "You can show those photos to your boring friends back at the university. That is, if you didn't drip pussy juice on the camera and spoil them."

"I don't think I'll do that," I chuckled in return. "They'd be shocked, and besides, they don't deserve to see them."

"Seriously, though," my young stud went on, "I think playtime is over." He shucked off his clothes, freeing his big, rock-hard dong. "I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you now!"

My quim was juicing, even dripping in readiness. He'd been right that the kinky scene had wildly turned me on. But, in line with the way he'd had me act, I wasn't about to be such an easy piece for him. I did feel powerful, and I wanted to show it.

"Let's do a little good-natured wrestling first," I said. I took the black cowboy hat off my curly red locks, leaving my glistening body in only the brown boots, belt, and arm gauntlets. "I want you to earn your fuck."

Sal gave me a look of surprise and pleasure. "Damn, I have created a monster!" he responded. "But yeah, Jane. Yeah!"

So we put out our arms and circled there on the desert, jockeying for position. We came together and grappled, our muscles straining, his dick standing up between us and my big breasts quivering. He seemed to love my power, and so did I.

And I won! With an especially strong lunge, I shoved the lean young guy to the ground. He lay as he had when he was shooting the photos, with his dick pointing up at my pussy, but this time I had put him there.

"Okay, you're the champion," Sal grinned, panting from our exertion. I was straddling him, dripping sweat onto his body and pussy juice onto his balls.

"But so am I," he concluded. "Because we're going to have a championship fuck. Do me now, Jane. Oh, fuck me, please!"

Still playing our kinky game, I made him wait a moment while I pretended to think it over. I even made him ask me again. Then, though, I squatted down, put my hands on his chest, and eased my wide-open slit onto his upstanding rod. I began riding him as I had the night before, but this time I was truly in charge. And I wasn't on his lap on a chair or even on my knees, but squatting, which added to the basic, naughty feel of it and gave me added pleasure.

"Uh! Uh! "I went, bouncing up and down, looking wantonly into Sal's dark eyes. My heavy breasts bounced, too, and my ass tightened.

"Oh, yeah," my prone lover responded, his face straining from both the mental and the physical intensity of our encounter. "Too much. Oh, yeah!"

Faster and faster I rode him as the desert sun beat down on us and our linked loins felt like they were on fire. In the middle of the bouncing, we came, his hot jets washing my insides. But I kept lunging onto his big hard dick, bringing myself up again and knowing that he, too could go right on to another climax.

"Oh, you're wearing me out, Jane!" Sal gasped. "I wouldn't have believed it!"

"Believe it," I replied, making a particularly strong move. "It's your own fault. You're the one who unleashed my sexual power!"

His cock felt wonderful in my hot sleeve as I shuddered and came once more, with an orgasm that seemed to carry me up to the clear blue Nevada sky. The cowboy boots, the tight belt around my waist, and the gauntlets on my arms added to my wild sensation. Finally, I relented and decided to let Sal cum again, too.

"You've been a good young man," I said, sliding my pussy off him. "So I won't wear you out any more."

Then I slid backward, leaving a trail of my sex juice on his thigh, leaned and rubbed my hanging tits on his dick, getting it near my panting mouth.

"But I want to suck you to make you cum," I finished. "I want to taste my own slick stuff on you. And I want to get a good big swallow of your tasty jizz!"

I proceeded to do just that. Taking him deeply into my mouth, forming my lips to him and raking my teeth lightly along his shaft, I sucked him hard. Sometimes blowing a man involved bobbing my head, but this time it was pure sucking. It was as if I not only wanted to make him shoot off, but also wanted to draw everything out of him.

And I did that, too! Soon his belly and thighs tightened, his dick grew bigger and harder and his balls more swollen still, and he let off a real gusher. His sperm hit the back of my throat, filled my mouth, and seeped out between my lips around his cock. I swallowed some of it and left the rest in my mouth for the delicious flavor.

"Oh, Jane!" Sal gasped, giving me his all. "Oh, you're my big tough redhead for sure!"

I rubbed my hands on his chest, pressed my full breasts on his thighs, and sucked out all he had. Then I released his satisfied dick and stood up. I must have presented quite a picture, with his cum oozing out between my sensuous lips and some of it still dripping from my pussy from the first time we'd made it.

"Well," I laughed, hands on hips, as I reflected on how we older gals were almost too much for these younger guys once we were awakened. "Well!"

Then Sal and I got dressed and rode back to the ranch. I sunbathed nude with several of the other women for a while, then showered and spent the rest of the afternoon in my air-conditioned cabin, reading. Still being an English professor, I couldn't keep away from books. But I read a realistic, hard-boiled novel instead of the irrelevant sort that I'd liked before.

However, my mind kept wandering because of the surprise that Angela had mentioned the previous night. And sure enough, after dinner in the main building, I found out what it was, and I wasn't disappointed!

After another delicious meal, the dozen older women and the dozen younger men went out into the night, where we built a big bonfire. Our tall, dark leader had us sit on logs around it while she addressed us. Before she began, though, she gracefully stripped off the T-shirt and jeans she'd been wearing, showing us her lean, naked body, her heavy breasts and her lush, dark muff. At forty-plus, she looked as good as a nineteen-year-old, only with worlds more experience in her lusty eyes.

"Except for the fact that I'm nude, this could be a camp or a dude ranch," Angela laughed, her pretty teeth gleaming in the firelight. "To get down to business, though, there are many ways in which we have sex around here. We pair off with each other until everybody's fucked everybody, and sometimes two or three at once."

"But tonight's the night for one of our famous ceremonies," she continued. She smiled at me, while others who had been at the ranch longer exchanged knowing looks. "It's one of the perks I have for being your leader." She glanced at Sal. "Just as some of you young men have become like sexual prophets, bringing others to join us, I've been compared to an ancient sex goddess at times like this. But one could also call what's about to happen a good, old-fashioned group grope!

"In short," she concluded, having built my interest to a fever pitch, "all twelve young studs are going to pay me homage by fucking me tonight! And it's not going to be just a symbolic sampling, with each one putting his dick in me for a few thrusts. No, each will fuck to the finish, though I have told them to be quick about it." She smiled. "After all, there are only so many orgasms I can have!"

Now my pussy was tingling, as though I were the woman about to be banged. Almost involuntarily, I stood up and took off my own clothes, as if to get into the spirit of things. So did the others. Soon we eleven additional mature women were sitting on the logs, our big breasts thrusting and our naked pussies on the rough wood. And the dozen young studs were standing around the blazing fire, their hard dicks pointing. On her back, on a blanket spread on the dust, was Angela. It was just like what I'd read about ancient times, as though she was Aphrodite or Astarte or it was a Dionysian ritual!

And a ritual dance began. Their muscular bodies shining in the orange light, the men circled around our leader. They reminded me of the male exotic dancers in the club I'd visited, but with quite a difference! These guys were totally naked and erect, and they were about to go all the way and fuck!

They did just that. Sal led off, lowering himself onto the waiting "goddess," inserting his fine dick and thrusting rapidly. He usually wasn't a minuteman, but as Angela had said, twelve guys couldn't take all night. After a short time, he came, grunting happily, pumping her full of his hot white stuff.

Blond Hal followed. As she raised her shapely legs and stretched out her arms to him, the young hunk went to his toes and elbows over her, cupping her large breasts in his hands. Fortunately, I was positioned behind them, so that I could see his big hard cock slide into her. It was wild to watch his swinging balls and her dark-furred pussy lips stretched around him. He moved slowly but deeply, doing just what was necessary to get himself off. With a final lunge and a shout of release, he added his load to Sal's.

By that time, we other women were deeply affected by the whole scene. We were massaging our aching breasts and fingering ourselves between the legs, sometimes doing it to each other. I was lifting my big tits and licking my nipples, while my other hand was sliding between my slick labia and working my sensitive clit. I stuck two fingers inside myself and climaxed just when Hal did in Angela.

"Oh. Oh, God!" we women moaned, sounding like Dionysian banshees indeed. "Oh!"

Now it was time for guy number three. He was a lean redhead, but he had perhaps the biggest dick among them. The object of the ceremony arched her sweating body up toward him, as if resigned to his prodigious manhood.

"Oh, it's you," she sighed. "Okay. But be sure not to give me all of it. Every time I fuck you, it feels like it's reaching up to my throat!"

The fellow was considerate. Going to his knees between her legs, holding Angela up by her firm round ass, he pulled her onto him only about halfway. That was enough, though, to please him and to give her another orgasm. Rolling her dark eyes, beating her fists on the ground and shaking her upright breasts, she tensed and climaxed just as her partner pumped a load of sperm as big as his dick was.

"Well, I'm a quarter of the way through," Angela said, addressing all of us. She lolled on the blanket, taking a little break. "And I feel great. You know, I've spent about the same time I usually spend fucking one guy, but this is even better. It's as though the difference between more guys adds to the intensity."

She paused, as I observed how happy she looked, how much she was into the scene she herself had created. This amazing and liberated woman believed in practicing what she preached!

Now the dark-haired "goddess" looked down between her legs. White stuff was oozing out of her, since the seed of three men was about all she could contain.

"It's like a fertility rite, too, isn't it?" she asked me in particular. "After all, the ancients fucked women in their fields in order to grow better crops." I nodded, and she laughed. "Be that as it may. Right now, I guess it's time to get back to farming!"

At that, she invited in stud number four. A lean, black-haired guy like Sal, he performed very athletically. Balancing over her on only his fingers and toes, he used his hips to lever his stiff dong into her, and he was very quick. After only three thrusts, he came as she looked up at him in gratitude. I might have avoided him as a lover, thinking that he'd disappoint me, if I hadn't reflected that after watching what had happened so far, any man would have cum just by being touched!

Fucker number five was also quick, and now there was a puddle of man stuff between Angela's spread legs. But number six, at the halfway mark, was something else. He was a big, bearded guy, a little older than the rest, and he seemed to have a special lust for sex and life. I'd observed him in the ranch house sipping bourbon with his dinner, and outside puffing on a big cigar.

"All right, I confess," our leader said huskily, as the burly guy got on her and nuzzled her long dark hair. "Though we should be equal here, this is my main man. I found him writing X-rated movies, many of them with an older-younger theme, so I invited him here to follow his dream. He understands me, and what I'm up to. My pussy's holding up pretty well, so I'm going to give him some extra time!"

Then she fucked long and lovingly, lunging her hips up at her partner, taking his fine cock deep. She stroked his broad back and wrapped her long legs around him. Closing her eyes and breathing into his ear, she sighed and moaned passionately. Her flat belly tensed and her breasts bobbed as she gave herself up to her ecstasy. If this were a kind of ceremony, then she was experiencing, with this man, the spiritual dimension of sex.

"Oh. Oh, yes, lover!" Angela moaned. "Oh, do me right. Put me where I want to be. Oh, yes!"

And he did. After a normal fucking time, rather than a quick in and out, they climaxed together. His whole body went rigid, his buns tightening as his thrusting cock jerked and pumped. I could see his load of white stuff, having shot into her well-used pussy, seep out around his shaft again because there was so much there.

"Oh. Oh, Angie!" he exclaimed, throwing back his bearded head. "You're the best. You always give me an incredible orgasm. And fuck jealousy. The fact that you just had five other guys only made this one better!"

"You, too," the mature brunette panted. She had the door to her womanhood jammed up against his hilt, as if to keep his dick permanently inside her. Her orgasm washed over her in great waves as her naked body shuddered. "You put me in heaven, lover!"

They stayed joined for another minute, milking their experience to the end. But then he slid slowly out of her, and our leader stood up with him. She was unsteady, her knees weak and her thigh muscles quivering from all the fucking she'd had. But she smoothed out her long dark hair, shook her heavy round breasts, and smiled to show that she was still game.

"Time for another break," Angela said. She and I looked around the circle, there in the campfire's light in our little paradise in the Nevada desert. The six young studs who'd already fucked her were sitting on a log, looking satisfied yet interested in what would happen next. And the ten other women were an absolute study. As various as the men, ranging from lean to thick to dark to blond, each was lost in her own world of vicarious eroticism. Each, too, had glazed eyes, hard nipples, and wet thighs from having brought herself to who knew how many orgasms!

But our leader had six more guys to go, and they were standing there, dicks hard and pointing upward, waiting. "Oh, well," she laughed, her dark eyes taking in all those tempting tools. "Once more into the breech, as they say." Then she turned to me. "But I am a little too hot. Jane, there's a bucket of water over there. Give it to me, please!"

I walked over and got the water, then started to take handfuls of it and wash her sweating body down. She had other ideas, though.

"No, Janie," she said. "Really give it to me. Throw it on me!"

So I stood back, spread my legs, and hurled the water at her naked form. She looked marvelous, with streams running from her pussy, her breasts, her ass, and her long hair. After that, I wanted to hurl my naked body on her and fuck her, too.

Refreshed, Angela lay down on the blanket again and welcomed stud number seven. He was another quick one, using only a few seconds to add his load to that of the others. Mentally, I tried to add up how much twelve guys' stuff would be. It had to be half a pint!

Number eight and number nine were quick, too. But now our lean, fortyish leader seemed to be tiring. So, when the tenth guy, a dark-haired hunk, approached her, she spoke to him.

"Turn me over," she panted. "Hold me up on my hands and knees and put it to my pussy from behind."

Now it was a struggle for her, but still a pleasurable one. As sex-charged as she was, and as the founder of the "stud farm," she seemed to feel that she had to do more than anyone else. And she didn't disappoint herself. Even as her tenth youthful partner held her up by the waist and fucked into her, and as her long tits hung and waved under her, she built to yet another big O. Her belly and the backs of her long thighs tightened, and she gazed over her shoulder with a wanton look.

"Uh. Uh. Uh-huh," Angela went. "That's it. Fuck me. Oh, my pussy feels wonderful. Give it to me hard, lover. Make me cum!"

The dark young stud did. They went off together, panting and straining, he lunging at her and she bucking back at him. My own head was swimming from watching them, as in my mind each new guy seemed to blend with the others into one priapic being, and the whole night into one wild, sexual whirl. The fronts of this guy's legs slapped loudly against our sexy leader's smooth thighs as he pumped her hole full of his jism. When he withdrew, white stuff not only dripped out of her; it flowed!

Angela was nearing the end of her fucking marathon. Still on her hands and knees, she glanced around at the rest of us. I had never seen such a purely sexual being, and I doubted that I ever would again.

"Well, I think I've given you all a good ceremony," she purred. Her tail was raised, and her long hair and breasts were hanging down. "So I hope you'll forgive me if I cheat a little bit to finish it off." She waved her swollen sex, then licked her sensuous lips.

"Come on, studs number eleven and twelve," she concluded. "One of you fuck me, and I'll suck the other one off!"

Obediently, they knelt at her rear and at her head. The first guy slid his big cock into her gently, in consideration of the fact that ten others had been there before him that same night. And the second young fellow stroked her dark hair, then positioned his dick at her waiting mouth.

Despite Angela's tiredness, the fucking action was as good as before. I hadn't, however, seen her give head. So I watched that, and I soon found that I was in for an amazing show.

She began by licking the guy's big red cock tip all over, gazing wantonly up into his eyes. Her long, pointed tongue circled around, pressing his sensitive flesh and even darting into his little opening.

Then she licked along his whole throbbing shaft, treating it like a delicious lollipop. She really loved man meat, and it showed in her dark, rolling eyes. Laying his cock alongside her soft cheek, she went on to press his base with her tongue and to lick his swollen balls. She even took them into her mouth, one by one, and then burrowed behind them to even more sensitive places. He stroked her long hair, threw back his head, closed his eyes and sighed deeply as she subjected him to her marvelous technique.

"Ah. Ah!" the young guy went. "Oh, you older gals are too much. You've really learned how. Damn, I'm glad I came to this ranch. The girls I used to go out with don't compare at all."

Angela, as our leader, did indeed know all. Her whole sexual philosophy had given her an incredible, inner passion. As she moved on to take his rod deeply into her mouth, then to suck it for dear life, the rest of us were transfixed with emotion. We almost didn't notice when the other guy came in her pussy, adding his final load of jism. Rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, her hanging breasts swinging and her mouth the only point of contact between her and her last lover's dick, she looked like some ancient, pleasure-giving and pleasure-seeking creature, a pagan goddess indeed. It was a fitting end to her "ceremony," and we loved it!

The slender brunette's head moved, her lips sucked so loudly we could hear it, and her eyes became animated with lust as she sensed the approach of the guy's climax. She was, I knew now, an absolute connoisseur of cock, so she realized how strongly his young tool would cum and what a big, delicious wad it would shoot. Nor was she disappointed. She kept sucking, her throat moving as she swallowed some of it down. She even reached back under her lean body and stroked her slippery quim, bringing herself off one more time, too.

"Oh. Oh. Oh, yeah!" her partner shouted as he came and came and came.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmm!" Angela echoed, her mouth full, and her whole sexual being inspired to a magnificent, straining climax by her act of giving head.

The evening was finally over, and what an evening it had been! Our leader disgorged the last of the dozen cocks, stood up, and smiled at our assembly. By her example, she'd proven just how free and all-out sexual expression could be. Now she walked triumphantly among the guys, stroking their young shoulders and even fondling their satisfied schlongs. For our part, we other mature women gathered around her, caressing her large breasts and her well-fucked snatch, kissing her soft cheeks in a homage of our own.

At last Angela stood away from us, put her hands on her hips, then raised them over her head. With her breasts lifted and thrusting strongly outward, her flat belly tensed, and man stuff still dribbling from her lips and her dark-furred sex, she was woman victorious, indeed. Naturally, our happy group applauded and gave her a rousing cheer.

"Hey, Jane," my friend Sal said, sidling up to me as we got dressed, helped put out the bonfire, and headed back to the cabins. "Are we having fun, or what?"

"We are," I laughed, knowing that the rest of my life had only been a preparation for this marvelous time. "Yes, we are!"

Then I went off to bed, where I had endless erotic dreams. But they were about what had actually happened!

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