Chapter 7
During the sexy days that followed, I got to know the other women at the ranch better. One who became a special friend was Mandy, a big blond of about forty-five. She was the classic Jayne Mansfield type, and she'd even appeared nude in photos and movies and had worked as a stripper. In a way, she was the perfect representative of the older woman-younger man phenomenon. Her huge round breasts, wide hips, gorgeous ass, and lush yellow bush that I saw when she sunbathed nude were the consummate matronly elements that would appeal to a hot young stud.
One hot afternoon, I took shelter from the desert sun in Mandy's cabin. There, reclining on the bed in only a thin negligee, she told me how she'd gotten addicted to young guys, and what she'd done to make them like her.
About five years ago (Mandy began), I took in a nineteen-year-old fellow named Bill. Angela may have told you about her experience with Paul, but mine was longer, slower, and more personal. I'd rented a small house, and
Bill was to be the handyman in return for room and board. Pretty soon I found something else we could trade with just as well!
Bill was tall, blond, and lanky, and he came off as very shy. In fact, he seemed to be a late bloomer, and I thought he was still a virgin. For my part, my stripping and nude modeling days were over, but my matronly appeal was surely strong. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, I could barely believe how amazingly my forty-year-old figure had developed.
So, as if doing it accidentally, I began letting Bill catch glimpses of me. like Angela, it might be a half-exposed breast at the breakfast table, or leaving my bedroom door half-open while I dressed or undressed. As I played those games, I guess I was seducing him. But his natural curiosity must have made me do it, too.
One morning (Mandy went on), I took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and invited him into my room. I was sitting at my vanity table with my back to him. I was wearing a dress, but it was down around my waist so that I was teasingly topless from behind.
"Sit down over there," I told Bill. "You can talk to me while I comb my hair."
"Okay," he replied nervously, taking a chair to my rear. That would have been reasonably modest, if I hadn't made sure that the chair was positioned to give him a full view of my front in the vanity mirror!
We talked, and I lifted my arms to comb out my blond, shoulder-length locks. His young eyes were glued to the swell of my huge breasts viewed from behind, not to mention their full, naked, hard-nippled roundness that he could see in the glass.
Now I decided it was time for a further step. "Come over here and help me comb the back," I told him.
Bill obeyed me, looking edgy yet also as though he couldn't believe his luck. I handed him the comb, and he ran it through my hair. All the time, he gazed over my white shoulder at my breasts, which were thrusting out strongly, their thick red nipples pointing.
"You want to touch them don't you?" I asked, when I thought he'd have enough courage.
"Y-yes," he stammered. "Yes, please!"
"All right," I said. "If you'll be a good young fellow and promise to paint the front steps."
"I will," he replied. "Oh, yes, I will!"
So I let him run his shaking hands down my front and lift my giant tits up and out to their full size. He moved his thumbs over my nipples, panting into my ear and enjoying every minute of it. Mine may have been the first set of knockers he'd ever felt, and if so, he was starting out in the biggest way!
That was all I allowed him to do then. And he did paint the steps, that very same day. But the next morning, I asked young Bill into my bedroom again. This time I stood and faced him, wearing only a short, white terry cloth robe. My breasts swelled out up above, and I knew he could even catch a glimpse of my yellow-furred snatch below, between my voluptuous thighs.
"You want to see all of me, right?" I asked, making my voice low and infinitely sexy. I'd charmed so many men in my life that now I knew I was being absolutely overpowering to him.
"Oh, yes!" he exclaimed. "I mean, I think you're the most wonderful sight I've ever seen."
"Well, maybe I'll let you," I nodded. "If you'll do whatever chores I tell you to."
"I will. I promise."
"Okay. But first, I want to show you something."
Then I went over to a drawer and pulled out my portfolio. It contained sample photos of my nude sessions, dating back as far as twenty years. I sat Bill down on the bed and he leafed through it, his eyes bugging out when he saw my naked poses. My breasts had been smaller and my hips narrower then, so he was seeing another version of me.
"You looked good then," he said more boldly, looking up at me. "But you look great now!"
"Thank you," I replied, reaching out to stroke his young shoulder. I gave him one last tease. "But how can you tell if you haven't seen me?"
At that, I finally took off my robe. He was almost bowled over by the sight of my fulsome femininity! He'd already seen my bare breasts, so he concentrated on my smooth white belly and thighs, not to mention my furry snatch. As he sat there and I stood over him, he was at eye level and just inches away from my most intimate parts.
"My, God," Bill gasped, his mouth falling open. I thought he'd pinch himself to see if he was dreaming.
"It's all for you," I purred, putting my hands on my hips and thrusting my sweet muff forward toward his face. Given all the stripping and posing I'd done, I was nothing if not upfront!
Now I pulled the young fellow up and led him over to my vanity again, where I sat down on the bench and had him kneel at my feet. A thrill went through me, as one surely did through him, when I reflected that my mature parts were about to be his in a sexual way. And I took the position I did because I wanted him to get acquainted with me right.
"Here's my quim," I said, spreading my luscious thighs and placing my hands on them. "Look at it. Touch it. Taste it!"
Bill did. Putting his fingers on my labia as if they might bite, but then holding them more firmly, he opened me up to the wet pink. He studied my tender folds, then took a lick of my freely flowing juices. Opening me wider, he studied my clit and my tempting lovehole.
"Very good," I responded, smiling down at him. "That's where your dick can go. That is, if you're good."
By now, I was melting and my marble-like flesh was quivering from what I was doing. But I was still determined to take it slowly, to let us continue to savor the forbidden feeling of our encounter. We both knew what was going on, what game we were playing.
"Maybe tomorrow," I went on, when my young charge's eyes betrayed his desire to put his dick in me. "For now, I just want you to eat. Go ahead and eat me out, Bill. Make me cum!"
He did that, too, with a natural appetite, even though he'd surely never done it before. As my warm honey spread over his cheeks, he licked me, tongued me, and sucked at my sensitive clit. I held his blond head and pulled it even tighter to my loins. Leaning forward, I let my heavy breasts rest on it.
"Oh, yes," I moaned. "That's it. Oh, you hot young stud. You're doing it. Oh, yes!"
Then I did cum, with a shuddering orgasm that made me put out floods of juice for him to slurp. I tightened my legs on him and rode my climax to the end.
When I let him go, Bill looked up at me with a mixture of lust,-dreaminess, and thanks in his eyes. But my oral accommodation of him, and of myself, wasn't over by a long shot.
I stood up, turned around, and leaned down over the vanity bench. In that position, my huge breasts hung heavily, their thick nipples pointing downward. More importantly, though, my gorgeous, well-developed buns were right in his face.
"You haven't gotten acquainted with my ass, young man," I said, looking wantonly at him over my shoulder, scarcely believing myself how boldly I was sharing my parts. "Eat me from behind, now, and you will!"
His head must have been throbbing as he seized my smooth white cheeks in his hands and burrowed his face between them. His lips went for my labia, which swelled maturely out to the rear. But he also contacted somewhere else, which made me go wild with lust. As his tongue probed my asshole, I rotated my butt and pushed it back at him. What an incredible experience the older woman-younger man thing had turned out to be. He now was licking my most forbidden places!
I screamed, moving right to another big O. I tossed my blond hair, swung my hanging tits, and let the marvelous rush overtake me. "Oh. Oh, yeah!"
Again, Bill came away from me, and I turned around. Still fully dressed, he was sitting back on the bedroom floor, looking as though his mind were completely blown.
"Please," he panted, his hand going to his bulging crotch. "Can't I put my dick in you now?"
I was tempted to let him, but I didn't want to spoil our delicious game. "No, dear," I replied. "Not until tomorrow. But let me see your dick. Then you can jack it off for me!"
He fumbled excitedly at his fly, and his hot young tool sprang out and upward. It was then that I knew how right I'd been to do what I'd done. Despite his shyness and his inexperience, he had an absolutely incredible cock! A good eight inches long, thick and iron-hard when erect, it was just made to please himself and me.
"Damn, I do want to fuck that," I laughed. "But I still want you to do as I said. Take it in your hand, young man, and look at my big, naked body. Then stroke it for all you're worth, and get it off!"
Bill did. And soon it was my eyes that were bugging out, as I watched him shoot streams of white jism high into the air!
Mandy paused at that point in her story, which she was telling to me, Jane, as we relaxed in her cabin at the Nevada ranch. But "relaxed" was only an expression, because we were both incredibly turned on! As she lay on the bed, her blond form covered only by a thin nightgown, her hand had strayed between her legs and she was playing with herself. I, too, was stroking my pussy, and I knew that when she was done talking, I'd probably have to fuck her!
But she wasn't done. So I sat back again to listen to what further delights she had to tell.
The next morning (Mandy continued) was the one on which I'd take young Bill's cherry. I hadn't slept the night before just from thinking about it, and I was more than ready. I'd felt a bit guilty about what I was about to do, until I'd reflected that there was something supremely warm and natural about it. My young friend had done all sorts of chores round the house since our last session, so, true to our game, he'd earned the right to fuck me. And he already knew every inch of my mature and sex-charged body, so when the time came we got right down to it!
I lay back naked on my bed while Bill undressed. My huge breasts, which didn't sag despite my forty-plus years, looked like round, white pillows. My belly was smooth and flattened, and my luscious thighs were spread. Best of all, my yellow-furred snatch was wide-open, tingling with anticipation, and simply oozing sex juice.
Bill's naked body was a good one. As he stood over me, he was lean but well-muscled and very appealing. And his best part was that cock of his, which almost looked outsized for the rest of him!
"Now it's time to do the deed with the old gal," I laughed, beckoning him, relieving the tension. "No more of your secret letching, no more of my teasing, and no more saying 'please.' All bets are off now; we're just a man and a woman. Let it all hang out, and fuck me. Damn, it'll be great to have your hot young dick in me at last!"
And it was. Positioning himself over me, sliding his rod right into my sloppy snatch, he broke the ice and began doing the deed for the first time. Although his eyes showed the excitement of his initiation and of who it was with, he was a natural cocksman, just as I'd thought. He supported himself on his strong arms and levered his tool into me with his athletic hips as though he'd been fucking all his life.
My big breasts rolled, my belly tightened, and my wide hips thrust up at him as I returned his action. Faster and faster he pounded me, and I felt us both building to a massive climax. I didn't mind that it would be quick, because we were both so turned on from the teasing of the past couple of days. There'd be plenty of time for long, slow loving later.
Looking into each other's sex-drunk eyes, and by mutual agreement, we let loose, our rhythms being the same. "Oh. Oh, damn!" Bill shouted as his fine dick jerked and pumped strongly inside me. "Oh, yeah! It feels so much better with a woman than doing it myself."
"Oh, yes," I replied, as my white flesh quivered and I took his sperm. "What a good young fellow. There's no turning back now. You went all the way. You put it in me, and you came!"
He pulled out, and we lay there panting and sighing. It was done. I'd fucked him! We were a couple now, and an incredibly sensuous one because of the forbidden aspect of our relationship along with the closeness we shared. From now on, we'd want to affirm what we'd done by fucking all the time!
During the days ahead, Bill and I perfected our exciting little game, too. For example, I might be sitting on the sofa in a casual dress, and I might pull up my skirt, spread my naked legs, and show him my wet pink pussy.
"Want to fuck this?" I'd ask him.
"Sure," he'd reply.
"Well," I'd say, licking my lips and giving him a devilish look, "first you'll have to mow the lawn!"
But at the same time, of course, I was more than a reward for work well done. His biggest and most pleasant job was to service me! One night I was taking a bath, and my young stud was sitting there talking to me. His hungry eyes took in my slick and soapy breasts, my shapely, drawn-up legs, and whatever else he could see of my voluptuous form. Again, it was wild to be so intimate with someone half my age. He even got naked along with me, at which point his dick appeared, fully hard and throbbing. Yes, he did like to watch his old gal take a bath!
"Would you wash my back?" I asked him.
With a smile, he knelt at the side of the tub and soaped and scrubbed me, as I shivered delightedly under his touch. That gave me a wanton idea.
"Would you wash my ass?" I continued.
Bill did that, too, as I moved forward onto my hands and knees in the water and presented him with my twin white globes. I wiggled my hips while he ran the washcloth sensuously over them.
"And my asshole?" I went on. Now I was really being wanton!
I looked encouragingly over my wet shoulder as he moved the cloth into my cleft and began rubbing. But he did even more than that! With one finger, he pushed partway inside me. My young man believed in being thorough!
By now, I was incredibly turned on. What had begun as a simple bath had turned into an experience that was totally off the map. Still, I gave him a sweet, wholesome smile, as though people like us did things like that every day. And that only added to the thrill of it.
"I could ask you to wash my pussy," I concluded.
"And I sure would!" he exclaimed.
"But," I finished, "we're way beyond that. I'd much rather have you fuck it!"
Splashing into the water on his knees behind me, he had his dick in me in a minute. My wet body thrilled and rocked back at him as he thrust strongly. Some guys might like a lean, athletic female partner, but for this young fellow it was a big, mature blond like me. He ran his hands avidly over my slick, arching back, my tensing ass, and my hanging breasts. I grabbed onto the water faucet and squeezed it like it was his cock.
"Oh, yes, Bill," I moaned. "Do it to me now. Wash out my pussy, but with your dick! Give me all you've got. Oh, yes!"
"Okay, Mandy," he responded. "I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you good!"
And he did. Soon I felt a marvelous orgasm building in me. Maybe because I was in the water, it broke like an ocean wave, carrying me and everything else before it. I shuddered and shook and ground my wet pussy against his base, getting everything I could out of it.
"Oh. Oh, damn!" I shrieked. "Oh, this is great. Oh!"
Then he pulled out, and I looked back under my sexy self to see his fine dick shooting. Long streams of hot white jism fell into the bath water, looking like an exotic kind of liquid soap. They swirled around there until they finally dissolved. Damn, it was great to fuck in the tub!
"Oh, wow!" Bill gasped when he was done. From being a shy virgin, he'd certainly come, or cum, a long way with me as his mature tutor. Then we finished the bath, toweled off, and went to bed and snuggled in each other's arms. There was some of that to our relationship, too.
But one of our finest times was still ahead. I had showed Bill my portfolio of nude poses, but, of course, I'd also been a stripper and acted in erotic films. One afternoon, when we were relaxing in the living room, he became curious about those as well.
"Would you strip for me, Mandy?" he asked. "I mean, if you still have them, with the tassels and the g-string and everything like that."
"I'll do something just as good," I replied, getting up and going to the hall closet. "I'll give you your own private screening of some movies you've never seen before!"
Whereupon, with him helping, I set up an old projector and screen. I'd meant to get the movies converted to video, but I never had. Then I closed the drapes, sat next to him on the sofa, and started the show. And because I knew he'd do it anyway when he saw what was ahead, I took off my clothes, then put one of his hands on my ample bosom and the other in my yellow-furred crotch!
The first movie, a short one, was of a straight strip. It had been made in a New York loft by a guy who filmed all of the famous exotic dancers and some kinkier things to boot. It showed a younger me going from a sequined gown all the way down to bare tits and a little jeweled triangle over my pussy, gyrating my hips and showing acres of smooth young flesh to the camera. I teased every step of the way, too, un-like the modern women who started out naked and didn't even dance.
"Wow!" Bill exclaimed when the reel had run its course. "Your body was good, but like I said, it's even better now." He looked over at me. "And your tits are just as firm and round, but twice as big!"
"Thank you, sir," I replied, giving those tits a shake. He was a young man after my own heart! "But wait until you see what I have to show you next."
I changed reels and rejoined him on the sofa. Then I, and I in the movie, proceeded to blow his mind.
In this film, in which I appeared with a number of the pioneer erotic stars of the 1970s, I played a biker girl who took on two well-hung guys. I was wearing only cut-off denim shorts and a studded leather vest, and as the action went on I lost the shorts! Now the viewer could see my firm white ass, my downy yellow pussy hair, and my swelling thighs. It was highly exciting that I was wearing only the vest, too, with my big boobs sticking out, including my hard red nipples.
Then I lay down on a couch and took on the two guys. Watching it twenty years later, at first I was surprised by the zest with which I did so, as I smilingly took one fellow's cock between my ruby red lips and the other's into my juicy snatch. But, I reflected, to my credit I was just as zesty now!
"Oh, wow!" my present companion, Bill, exclaimed more loudly when he saw that. "Not many people have a record of such an intimate thing as fucking to look at years later."
"Yes," I replied, as I too became wildly turned on from watching my younger self fuck. "But it's more than a record, isn't it? As they say, that was then, but this is now. As long as you're alive, you're as good as ever!"
Then, smiling and having read each other's mind, Bill and I joined the action on the screen! He stripped down, laid me back on the couch, and slid his dick into me. I, twenty years ago, fucked in the movie, while I, now, fucked for real! Others might have sex while watching videos, but how many could say that they'd done so while watching an old movie of themself? When I made the film, I'd never dreamed that I'd later use it like this!
Bill plunged his cock into me faster and faster, as my huge breasts rolled, my blond head thrashed around, and my wide hips levered up at him. We looked wantonly at each other, then at the screen, then at each other again. Soon I was ready to climax, but I could sense that he was holding off.
"What's the matter?" I panted.
"Oh, nothing," he laughed. "You see, Mandy, I was just timing my orgasm to those guys in the movie.
At last they went off, and so did we. A massive release, just as good as I remembered it being then, wracked my big blond body. Bill, too, gasped and shouted, filling me with one of his copious, youthful loads.
And who was to tell which were more real: he and I now, or they and I back then? The whole thing was so bizarre, and time, in a way, had no meaning. When it came to sex, if you were open to it, into it, and didn't allow yourself to be repressed, it was such a basic and healthy creative force that anything could happen.
Now Mandy paused again in her story.
"There's just one more part, Jane," she said, as she lolled on the bed. But it was getting to be late afternoon at the Nevada ranch, the "Stud Farm," and I was so turned on that I just had to do something about it. I knew that she was, too, and that we had to get it in, or on, before we joined the others for dinner in the main building.
So I took matters in hand. "Let's fuck first," I said boldly. I got up from my chair, laid aside my clothes, and went over and pulled up her nightgown, baring her marvelous body. I'd trusted that she'd have lesbian tendencies as well, given all her experiences, and I was right.
The fulsome blond looked deeply into my eyes, and smiled. "Yes, let's fuck, Jane," she said. "I'm game!"