Chapter 8

As she lay on her back on the bed, I came up along Mandy and began to eat her. On my way, I had time to take in her smooth, spread thighs, her luscious pussy, her white belly, and her big breasts like twin mountains beyond. She was so beautiful, and sex was so beautiful, that the whole thing was heartwarming as well as deeply arousing.

With my thumbs and my forefingers, I spread my female partner's labia, stretching her wet pink sex flesh as far as it would go. Now her hard clit was visible, as well as the opening to the center of her being. She had no secrets anymore from my eyes or from my tongue! And the thought that her body was somewhat famous, that she'd actually fucked on camera, inspired me to give her my all.

"Mmmmm," I said, taking some strands of her yellow pussy hair between my teeth and pulling gently on them. My own pussy started to tingle in sympathy as she writhed with pleasure.

"Mmmmm," I went on, pursing my lips and sucking on her clit, which made her thrash around wildly.

"Mmmmm!" I continued, making my tongue hard and darting it into her love hole. When I did that, she clamped her gorgeous thighs tightly on my red head.

I slid my hands under Mandy's beautiful ass and kneaded her flesh as I ate her. Soon, primed as we both were from her sexy tale, I could feel her cumming. Her whole fulsome body tensed as she went through paroxysms of delight. I absolutely buried my face in her quim and lapped up her juices, my nose and my cheeks becoming slippery with them. I reached up and massaged her upright breasts and tweaked her hard nipples, urging her on.

"Oh. Oh, Jane!" she moaned, going through a magnificent orgasm. "Oh. Ohhh!"

Then I moved on up and lay on top of her cushiony, infinitely sex-charged form. There was nothing quite like big, Jayne Mansfield-type blonds when it came to fucking, for a man or for a woman! As I moved up, I ran one of my own full breasts along her hot wet slit, giving her an extra charge with my nipple on her joy button. I licked along her smooth white belly, too, and did a little sucking on her marvelous mams.

"Oh, I could eat you all up!" I exclaimed, gazing wantonly into her equally wanton blue eyes. "I was an English professor, as you know, but you and sex are the best literature of all!"

"Thanks, professor," Mandy laughed. "But you did eat me all up, or out. Now fuck me.

Fuck me good!"

I did, and I didn't even need a dick or a dildo to accomplish it. Right on the verge of cum-ming as we'd both been for hours, it only took the contact of our furry mounds. I pressed my breasts, nipple to nipple, as well as my tightening thighs on hers. Rotating my hips, I ground myself onto her marvelous body and brought us both off in less than a minute.

"Oh. This is incredible!" the big blond screamed now. "It's been ages since I had another woman. It's a whole different feeling!"

Now I knew one reason she'd been telling me her sexy story. She'd been seducing me, of course! But I abandoned myself to a shuddering, shaking climax that ended all thought. After giving her a deep kiss, I rolled off her and collapsed, whimpering happily, on the bed.

Mandy and I slept the deep sleep of the sexually satisfied. When we woke up, it was well past time for dinner and she didn't get a chance to finish her story as she'd said she would. She wanted to, but we were both so hungry from the sex that we had to get dressed and go to the main building to see if any food was left for us. So we walked out into the desert evening, where the air was much cooler and refreshing now.

At the ranch house, Angela greeted us. "We missed you two," she laughed, glancing around at the other dozen or so older women and younger men who were still assembled there. "We thought you must have gotten into some sexy mischief with each other."

"We did," I replied, taking Mandy's hand. "But now, how about some grub?"

She and I ate ravenously while the others retired to the seating area in front of the fireplace. When we joined them, though, Angela, hearing that Mandy's sexy story had been one reason for our delay, insisted that she tell the rest of it in public!

After young Bill and I fucked while watching me in my X-rated movie (Mandy began again), we had the idea of making a new one of our own! So I approached a producer I still knew, since I was living in L.A. at the time and there were plenty of facilities around.

"What a great idea!" the producer responded. "You look so matronly but still wildly attractive, and your male friend is only nineteen. It would be very new and kinky, with an element of the forbidden."

"I'm glad you like the project," I replied, leaning forward and giving him a good view of my cleavage in the low-cut dress I'd worn. "Actually, Bill and I have always loved each other, but if the audience wants to get a kinky charge out of that, it's their money."

So Bill and I went to a film studio early one morning, and we stripped down. I was glad to be back in pictures again, even if it did involve this strange angle, which I was still enough of a career-minded performer to play. But I did love my young stud, and our getting paid for what we did anyway was only a plus.

Bill was amazed by all the preparation that went into making even an erotic movie. He, and especially I, were touched up with body make-up, so that my fulsome flesh was perfectly smooth and white. I wondered how many viewers thought that actresses and centerfolds were really like that. But the makeup brushes on my bare skin wound up turning me on like crazy, and Bill's fine dick was standing up to its full eight inches. He'd be able to perform in front of the camera just fine!

In the movie, I was to play a housewife who was lounging around in the morning after everyone else had left. I was lying on the living room sofa, watching TV and wearing a house dress that had fallen open. My round, cushiony, hard-nippled breasts were exposed, as were my swelling white thighs and my yellow-furred snatch. Thinking sexy thoughts, I had let my hand stray between my legs and was beginning to finger my clit and shudder dreamily.

The action started, the camera rolled, and I began to masturbate in earnest. The cinematographer moved in for a close-up of my moistening pubes while I separated my labia and gave him a good shot of pink. It wasn't acting anymore, of course, and the fact that I was being photographed added to my genuine thrill. If I could share my sexual pleasure with others, then so much the better.

Then, according to the script and dressed again for the movie, Bill came in the front door of the set. He had apparently forgotten something, and was shocked but highly aroused to find me the way I was. At first, I made to cover myself up, but my own impulse was just too strong.

As the camera kept rolling, I kept diddling myself. I even varied the action by taking hold of one of my huge breasts, lifting it, and sucking on my big red nipple. As Bill watched, his hand involuntarily went to his crotch. We both began panting and heaving, and our eyes became locked together. Those sex-drunk eyes showed that we had forgotten who we were.

"Why don't you take it out and play along?" I said, according not only to the script, but also to the way I really felt. "That won't hurt anything."

"Okay," he replied. Then he freed his fine schlong and began to stroke it.

"Hell, why don't you put it in me, too?" I went on.

"Okay," he said again. Then he was over me, his hips were between my spread legs, and with only a moment's hesitation he was sliding his throbbing length where he'd always secretly wanted to be.

Bill and I fucked like crazy, so well that the director and the cameraman only had to sit back and film it. It was in missionary position, but the intensity we brought to it gave a whole new meaning to the word! It was as though, like the people here at the ranch, we were missionaries of a whole new sexual thing. I held onto his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him for dear life, absolutely loving to take his young dick inside me.

"Oh. Oh, damn!" I moaned, my big breasts rolling around and my white flesh quivering. "Oh, fuck me, lover. Put it in to the hilt. Give me everything you've grown there between your legs. Fuck me!"

"Oh, I don't believe I'm doing this," he responded avidly. "It's like I've broken through a barrier. It's a whole new thing! Damn, the women my age are nothing like you!"

While mostly capturing our wild coupling from a side view, the cameraman took close-ups as well. He zeroed in on our joined pubes, catching Bill's rigid cock sliding between my labia, which were moving in and out on it, holding it tightly. Some people preferred that more be left to the imagination, I knew. But as far as I was concerned, even the most intimate parts of a person were natural and beautiful, not to mention exciting, and you might as well let it all hang out indeed. He also caught our straining faces and our looks of bliss, which were becoming more and more intense as we built to a climax.

"Oh. Ohhh!" I shrieked as I hit mine, being very vocal, wriggling my ample body around and hamming it up for the camera. "Oh, yeah. Ahhh!" But I really did feel it, too.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. Oh, wow!" my young stud echoed, being dramatic as well. Faster and faster he fucked me, until we both were dissolving in a mind-bending orgasm.

Then the camera moved in for a "cum shot," and while I wasn't in a position to see it, I knew it was a real gusher. As he'd been coached, and as I knew it was difficult for guys to have the presence of mind to do under the circumstances, Bill pulled his pulsating dick out of me at the last minute and shot into the air. As I collapsed in a post-coital paradise, I had visions of him pumping long white ribbons all over the couch!

"Cut. That was fabulous!" the director exclaimed when at last we were done. "It's a whole new dimension of erotic cinema."

"Thanks," I replied, as I got my bounteous body up off the couch and rubbed my well-fucked pussy. "Hey, Bill," I concluded, feeling absolutely and healthily shameless. "Now, when we want to ball to an X-rated movie, it can be to our own!"

The film was distributed, and it got a lot of favorable comments. It even attracted some people who wanted to see my young stud and me perform a live sex act! Some might call that decadent, but we were so turned on by the idea, and by each other, that we went ahead and did it.

Our little show took place in the huge living room of a mansion in Beverly Hills. About forty people, including some women and even some other older-younger couples, had gathered there. The host, who had paid us a small fortune, told them exactly who we were, after which we took off our clothes. Then Bill ran his young hands all over my mature, voluptuous body.

Some of the more innocent people gasped. "He's touching her naked breasts!" they said in disbelief. "He's touching her pussy!"

We went on to pretend to dance. As we embraced, my lover's cock sprang up between my legs and rubbed along my slippery slit. We moved together, dry-humping, my huge breasts pressed against his chest and my full white ass shifting sexily with his hands on it.

"Oh, my!" the onlookers said again. "They're in full contact, and look at where his dick is. That's getting just too close for comfort!"

To their speechless amazement, Bill laid me down on a sofa and positioned his hips between my quivering thighs. Placing his cock tip at my entrance, he paused for a moment to give the crowd a tantalizing look.

Then, with a triumphant expression on his young face, he drove into me! Several of the audience ran out of the room, and one woman fainted from shock. But those who stayed were completely swept away by the whole concept of what we were doing, and in a positive way. Of course, they were also wildly turned on! So we proceeded to give them a sex show they wouldn't soon forget.

After fucking in missionary position for a little while, we shifted around so that Bill was lying down and I was riding his big dick with my back to him. That posture gave full play to my mature, overblown body as seen from the front. My luscious thighs were tensed, my ass quivered as it met his gut, and my spread pussy slid squishily on his upright rod as I moved up and down.

Best of all, though, were my gigantic tits. They thrust forward to their full size, bouncing rhythmically, their hard nipples pointing like arrows. As I threw back my blond head, closed my eyes, and abandoned myself to that joyful, forbidden public fuck, the onlookers must have become hypnotized by the motion of my marvelous tit-flesh. All I knew was that my boobs ached pleasantly, with almost as much wild sensation in them as my pussy had.

Bill and I kept on like that for a long time. Opening my eyes, I saw that a few couples were not only watching, but had stripped down and were balling along with us. We'd started an orgy, too! Now not only could people fuck along with the film we'd made, but they could also do it with the real thing. The combinations were endless when it came to sex. But suddenly I felt myself cumming.

"Oh. Oh, yes!" I shouted lustily, as an amazingly strong orgasm went through me. It started in my pussy, of course, but then it surged outward to every inch of my smooth and quivering white flesh, to my aching nipples and my clenched fingers and toes. Raising one hand to my mouth, I bit at my tight fist, while I plunged my other hand between my legs and fingered my spasming clit, helping myself along. My whole voluptuous, naked body must have looked its absolute best, as anyone's must when they're at the moment of ultimate fulfillment. And my orgasm was so strong that it even seemed to radiate outward into the room, inspiring similar climaxes in the other couples who were fucking.

A lot of people were shouting with release now, and it was made even stronger by the breaking of old ways of thinking. But they shouted even more when young Bill went off, which he soon did.

"Oh. Oh. I'm cumming!" he gasped from behind me. "Get off me, Mandy. Give me some strokes!"

I did just that, raising up and grabbing his throbbing dick so that it stood up along my belly. And, with a few strokes of my hand along its slippery length, I got it off indeed.

Once more my young stud pumped volumes. His white jets shot high into the air, passing as if on target right between my thrusting breasts. I was even able to catch a few of them in my mouth and swallow them down!

But one jaded onlooker insisted that, considering who we were, I get some of the sperm inside me. So, with a smile and a shrug of my shoulders, I scooped some up from the puddle on the sofa and stuck it up my shameless twat.

Afterward (Mandy concluded), we and the audience sat around and talked for a while. In addition to its being the ultimate turn-on, they had a real interest in what Bill and I had done.

But when he and I got back to my house, we decided that the world wasn't truly ready for our brand of love. And we longed to leave the theatrical part of it behind for a time, and to use the money we'd made to find a shelter for it where we could pursue it in peace. We wanted to affirm what we'd found, to take it wherever it led emotionally, and, quite frankly, to explore every position and orifice free from outside, prying eyes.

The next week, we heard about this ranch (Mandy said), and here we are. Because one of these young studs, of course, is Bill!

When Mandy had finished her long tale, I, Jane, could hardly believe what had suddenly crossed my mind. Of course, she was an exhibitionist and a narcissist in her telling, as so many of us were. But there was something else.

"Then you mean.. . ? " I asked, looking anew at Mandy, then to Angela.

"Yes, in a few instances that's the case," our leader smilingly replied. "Because Mandy wasn't exactly truthful as to who Bill is!"

"But," Angela went on, while I recovered, "there is a natural tendency toward such relationships, so we protect them just as we do the less direct kind. As a psychologist, I can recognize the closeness that leads to them, and I don't call it decadent at all."

I didn't really need convincing. I was so far from being the conservative university professor I'd once been that it seemed like another lifetime.

Then, as if to confirm what she'd been telling me and now the larger group, Mandy suggested that we all see her and Bill's movie. It was on tape by now, and she punched it up on a big TV that was in one corner of the room. While I almost felt that I'd seen it before, it was even sexier and more hypnotic than she'd described it. Yes, there was a definite mystique to the older woman-younger man thing, not to mention the wonderful rhythms that she and young Bill shared, in the act, due to their closeness.

Then, to cap off the evening, she and Bill fucked live for us!