Chapter 9
Mandy told us more about the world of erotic film. She said that still photos of nudes had been taken practically as soon as the camera had been invented, and that the same thing had gone for movies. As early as the turn of the century, too, actual sex acts had been filmed. These "blue movies" or "stag films" had been shown privately at men's gatherings, and had declined in quality as the years had gone on. Then "loops" or "skin flicks," often with a nudist colony theme, had begun to be shown in arcades and specialized theaters. With the coming of the sexual revolution in the 1960s, to include such phenomena as topless dancing, these movies had taken on an explicitly erotic nature. And it hadn't been long until, in the 1970s, actual sex had been depicted in publicly shown films. There were few such theaters now, but that was only because of the video revolution. Now there were thousands of X-rated tapes available for home viewing, more than ever before.
That was all very well. But, though she was an ideal and extreme example of the older woman-younger man phenomenon, I found my attention diverted from Mandy and her experiences. That was because one couple left the Stud Farm, and a brand new one arrived to occupy their cabin.
"Say hello to Chita and Ramon," Angela said to our group in the main room one evening, after a full day of work and pleasure in the Nevada sunshine. We saw a dark-haired pair who were built like herself, the woman slender and in her late thirties, the guy a classic, lean, nineteen-year-old stud.
"Their situation is different from yours," our leader continued, turning to me, Jane, and my main lover, Sal. "You two were a couple when you came here, while to be frank about it, Chita and Ramon haven't even fucked yet. But they'd like to, and they need our support."
"Well, we'll certainly give it to them," I said, assuming the leadership role that Angela seemed to want me to play sometimes. Without any further ado, I put my hands on the shoulders of the shy pair, and began.
Chita was wearing a simple black dress, and Ramon had on a T-shirt and jeans. I had them embrace each other, which they tentatively did. Then I told them to kiss. They obeyed, but only with a peck on the mouth and a light brushing of cheeks.
"Come on, let's have a real kiss," I urged them. "Run your tongue around inside her teeth. Stick your tongue down his throat!"
They did that, and I could see that the sexual element was entering in. So I moved their embracing hands lower, until they were grasping each other's ass. Then I pushed them together so that her mound was pressing on his visibly engorging cock.
"See, that isn't so bad," I told them, getting a sexy pleasure out of what I was doing. "You're just a man and a woman after all, doing what comes naturally." I paused. "Now take off her dress."
His young hands trembling, Ramon did, and Chita's fine, slender body came into view. She was wearing only black thong panties, so I and the others gathered around could see nearly everything. She had clear olive skin, high round breasts with hard brown nipples, a tummy that was very flat for a woman in her late thirties, and smooth, firm buns. In fact, she looked physically almost as young as her nineteen-year-old lover-to-be, which must have been another reason why they were attracted.
"Now touch her breasts," I told Ramon. "You know you want to."
"Yes, but I never have," he replied. "In fact, I've only seen them bare once before, and that was by accident." He turned to Chita. "Are you sure it's okay?"
She gave him a wild look, probably feeling emboldened by our support, indeed. "Oh, you might as well touch them," she said. "That won't do any harm."
He did, warming to his task. Soon he was massaging her fine tits, and even bending over and sucking at her nipples. That did look very natural, just as it would be for him to be inside her.
But I had to take them farther. "Now feel her naked ass," I said. "And from there, it's just one small step to move your hand around in front and touch her pussy."
And one giant leap, I thought! He did what I asked, though, until his hand was slipping down inside her black panties and cupping her snatch. Through the cloth, I could even see him sliding his middle finger between her moistening labia.
Chita looked astounded and emotionally agitated. "He's touching me there!" she cried. "And I'm enjoying every minute of it!"
"Of course you're enjoying it," I told her. "And why shouldn't you? Now get your partner naked, and go right for his dick!"
Her hands shaking, she did fumble for his fly. The suspense was getting to all of us, but it also provided a huge turn-on. Finally, throwing caution to the wind, she just shucked off his T-shirt, unhitched his jeans, pulled them and his briefs down and stripped him totally naked. He had a fine, lean body, olive-skinned like her own, and a strong young rod that stood up toward her.
Chita's dark eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and she actually slobbered when she saw his cock. "Ohh," she panted. "The sex has taken over! I just can't help myself anymore. I've got to have this!"
"Then have it," I said. "Let the sex take over; it's only natural. Take his dick in your hands. Get down on your knees and suck it!"
Now it was Ramon who was a little hesitant, but she wouldn't be denied. She reached out and held his member, at first shyly but then with more assurance. After that, she slowly sank to her knees. Looking lovingly up at him, she put out her tongue and touched it to his tip. Then she took his cockhead between her full red lips and began to work it around. Soon, massaging his balls as she did so, she took his shaft deeply into her mouth and began to bob her dark head up and down. She might have sucked him the rest of the way off if I hadn't stepped in.
"That was very good," I said, easing Chita off his cock and to her feet. "But you really want to fuck him, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted, nodding slowly. "Yes!"
"And you, Ramon?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," he echoed. "I'm ready now."
I smiled. "So do it!" Then I pushed them together again, so that his dick slid right between her firm thighs and along her hot, dripping slit.
The look on her face when that happened was amazing. She was so close to fucking him and she still wasn't perfectly sure about it, but she knew she would. It reminded me of another photo session big Mandy had told me about, when she was to pose with a guy's cock right at her pussy. Before long, they wound up fucking for real, and why not?
But with Chita and Ramon, I prolonged the delicious suspense one moment longer. Leading them to a couch, while the others watched, I had her lie back on it and spread her legs.
"Lick her first," I told him, urging him down between her juicy thighs. "Give her some head."
And, as she writhed in a tantalizing mixture of feelings, he did. Suddenly privy to her most intimate parts, he tasted them wantonly. He ran his tongue along her slippery seam, then settled it on her clit. She made to push his head away, but in the end she held it closer.
"Oh, my," Chita whimpered. "I shouldn't. I shouldn't. But I should!"
"Damn right!" I laughed. "You've gone too far to turn back now. You're here with people like you cheering you on, and tonight all bets are off!"
Still, she and Ramon got cold feet again, when it came to the actual, mind-bending insertion of cock into pussy. But I had an idea that might ease them into it.
"Get up and run around," I told them. "Be playful, and then see what happens. Sometimes treating the forbidden as lighthearted fun is an even bigger turn-on than taking it seriously, too."
One more time they did as I said. And it worked! They romped around the big room, laughing and grabbing at each other's naked body, until Chita tripped and fell back onto the couch again, with Ramon on top of her. And, as if by fate, his rigid member accidentally slid right into her hot, wet hole!
"Whoops!" he exclaimed when he saw what had happened. "Oh, wow!"
"Oh, yes," she gasped in return, the ice finally having been broken, looking like she'd go crazy. But she soon recovered, and smiled wantonly. "I guess there is no turning back now!"
And there certainly wasn't. Already her lean, athletic stud was levering his fine rod rhythmically into her, going for a strong, quick climax. Her hips bucked back up at him, too, while her round breasts bobbed. Seemingly joined mentally above as well as spiritually below, they gazed into each other's dark eyes with a look of deep understanding.
Having begun at last, they fucked as only two people as close as they were could. There was something perfect about it, their similar bodies being joined in that way for the first time.
As we others watched, there in the big main room of the Nevada ranch, that couple who had made their fantasy real was a wild fucking couple, pure and simple. I didn't know when I'd ever seen such a lean, tan, athletic pair, or one going at it so beautifully. There wasn't an ounce of excess flesh on either of their bodies, and one could especially see every inch of his dick sliding between her wet pink labia.
"Go. Go. Go!" we actually urged them, gathering around, in particular at their feet, for a better look. Sal and Hal even good-naturedly shouted, "Cum. Cum. Cum!" It did seem to help Chita and Ramon to be performing for us, to be making their kinky thing shamelessly public in our sheltered community.
And they did cum, soon enough! His big dick pumped, and what must have been an absolute gusher of hot white jism shot into her. There was so much that it oozed back out around his rod, which was still plunging away. A look of passion filled her dark eyes when she felt his stuff going inside her.
"Oh, no. Oh, yes. Ohhh!" Chita moaned, instinctively pushing Ramon away while at the same time shuddering with the arrival of her orgasm. At last she hugged him with her arms and legs, almost lifting herself off the couch, and let nature take its course.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Ahhh!" her young stud shouted, plunging so deeply as almost to bury himself in her, riding his climax all the way. "Oh, we did it. Ahhh!"
He slid slowly out of her, inch by slippery inch. She wanted to have him gone but at the same time wanted to keep him. Chita's mixed emotions would be delicious, I thought, if she'd only completely give in to them.
"Just enjoy it," I urged her. "Enjoy this forbidden sex. The beauty of it is that it's warm, loving, and harmless, yet it can also be thought of as kinky."
But still she lay there, looking worriedly down between her breasts at her dark-furred, well-fucked pussy. "Oh, what have I done, Jane?" she asked, her second thoughts becoming strong again. "I'm actually full of his cum! And it was my responsibility."
My next words turned out to be a credit to Angela, our leader, and to my new life in general. "If it will make you feel any better," I said with a smile, "I'll take the responsibility for getting you two lovers together physically. And as for what you've done, well, I'd just say you've fucked!"
That finally did it. And as for relationships, we weren't asking, but we could guess. In fact, it did everything to confirm Chita's matronly yet lean-bodied sexuality. As Ramon got up and left her, and without any jealousy on his part, she began to look around at some of the other youthful studs. For the first time, she seemed to see the possibilities presented by such an able-bodied, able-cocked "harem!" Besides, she was still lying naked on the couch, on her back with her legs spread.
"Oh, damn," she sighed at last. "I might as well give in to the way I, and my pussy, feel. Why don't I take a couple more of you on?"
We were all deeply gratified, and a couple of dark-haired hunks who stood closest weren't slow to oblige her. They quickly stripped down, their dicks springing up strongly before her widening eyes. Such sights, I noted with approval, weren't that unusual in our little community.
Wriggling sexily, like the healthily primitive being she was now, Chita reached out and took a strong male member in each hand. She, too, had gone all the way to sexual freedom. But before she proceeded, Angela had a further idea.
"Here, put this on," our leader said to her, having gone to a closet and come back with a short dress covered with gold sequins. "I think it will add a little something."
Chita stood up and did, and the effect was electric. The dress ended just above her pubes, showing her wet red slit and her soggy black fur, not to mention her round, firm cheeks in back. Above, it was cut so low that her high, round breasts were pushed up and even her hard brown nipples were peeping out.
"Wow," one of her young lovers-to-be observed, gazing at her exposed parts below. "The idea of fucking a woman up under her dress has always gotten to me."
"Then why don't you do that?" the other stud stated agreeably, looking at her attractive face. "Me, I wish she'd use those sensuous lips!"
So Chita got onto the couch again, but this time on her hands and knees, and with a young stud kneeling at either end of her. She looked marvelous there, with her pussy showing pink and asking for it, and her mouth open and looking hungry. Her back was arched, her firm, teasingly exposed breasts were pointing downward, and her smooth, olive-skinned arms and legs were as tight as a nineteen-year-old's.
The guy in back of her got started first. He began by running his hard dick over her rump, between the stretched hem of her gold dress and her hot, bare flesh. Then he slid his swollen balls down along her cleft, followed by his cock tip, which excitingly brushed her other opening. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it teasingly over her wet seam, settling on her sensitive clit.
"Oh, don't make me beg for it!" Chita squealed, wiggling her butt wantonly at him. "All right, I'll beg. Fuck me, stud. Put it in me. Please!"
With a grin, he did. Just as he'd started out slowly, now he ran his tool into her tight sleeve up to the hilt in one smooth stroke. It went so deep that it made her gasp, but soon she began to move strongly back onto him. As he held her slender hips in his hands, they got into a fine rhythm, lost in the beautiful world of free, all-out fucking.
Then things got started at the other end. The guy at her head held his dick tip a fraction of an inch away from her mouth, as if asking her to do something with it. And Chita did! Much more surely than she had Ramon's, she took his throbbing meat in and started blowing it. I could see its outline on her pretty cheek as she sucked hard, forming her lips to it. Even though she'd been hesitant with her main lover, I could tell that she was no stranger to the fine art of giving head!
In the sequined gold dress, her body rocked back and forth, writhing sinuously at the same time. "Mmmmm," she said, finding herself absolutely and happily stuffed with cock. "Mmmmm!" She'd become a total convert to our liberated way of thinking.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh!" the guy behind her grunted, obviously delighted to have his dick being seized by her tight channel.
"Oh. Yeah. Oh, yeah!" the other guy echoed, his rod being worked on by her equally tight mouth. There was nothing loose or old about this lean and athletic thirty-something charmer!
Then, as the rest of us watched once more, the three of them came together. Two dicks jerked and pumped, two young male heads were thrown back in ecstasy, and the orifices of one sexy older woman were suddenly filled with love fluid. It was, after all, everything that our little group was about.
Afterward, Chita and the two young studs sat up on the couch with her between them. Each guy had a strong hand on one of her firm thighs, and with the other hand each grasped one of her high, hard-nippled breasts. She seemed pleased to be the center of attention.
"This is the way things ought to be," the black-haired lovely reflected, quivering happily under their touch. "We're just three people, three pleasure-seeking bodies. But the exciting thing about it is that we're twenty years apart in age, not to mention excitingly different in sex."
"See, I told you so," Angela chuckled, walking over and stroking her newest convert's pretty head. Although she'd said that she wasn't a cult leader, at that moment she did look like an Astarte, an ancient sex goddess, to me. She was, at least, the modern priestess and psychologist of older woman-younger man fucking.
"And there are many things to be gained from what we're doing here," our dark-haired leader went on. "For one, we're matching up people at their sexual peaks. For another, we experienced older women, with our superior knowledge of the world and of sex, are grooming our young men for better love with other partners. And for another, we're keeping ourselves young."
Then she paused, and looked around at our lustful little crowd. "But most importantly," she laughed, "and un-like some fat fucks I know, we're having fun!"
After that, Chita and Ramon went off to their cabin, eager to get to know each other better yet. Hal and Sal drifted off with the big blonde, Mandy, probably having been inspired to duplicate the wild threesome they'd just seen. And Mandy's Bill retired with a gray-haired woman of fifty, surely to find out just how well-preserved she was.
I, Jane, also walked out through the cool desert night to my bed. I'd decided to sleep alone that night, to rest my sex and my mind as well. What I'd seen and done recently had been heady stuff, and I wondered if I wasn't going too far. If the truth be known, I felt like an old trooper, a person whose only pursuit in life was sex. And I had a few doubts as to whether that state of affairs was real.
But then I recalled an exchange from an old movie.
"You only want one thing," a beautiful woman said to her lover.
"Yes," he replied. "But what a lovely thing that is!"
That was the way it was with me. And what we had at the little colony in Nevada was honest and real, at least as much so as the world outside. As far as we did go with sex, it was still a positive, life-giving thing.
So I drifted off to sleep, listening to the desert sounds and the moans of pleasure from neighboring cabins, feeling safe and loved. As usual, I had dreams of the evening's fucking, whether I'd been involved in it or had just observed as tonight. This time, the image that stuck most in my mind was that of Chita and Ramon joined by their dark eyes, then by a deep kiss, then chest to naked chest, and then, amazingly given who they surely were, by their loins. That was an image that would stay with me for a long time.
Yes, I felt safe and loved. In the morning, however, I had a proverbial rude awakening. Rising before the others, Angela crept into my cabin and into my bed. But it wasn't to make lesbian love, though we'd probably do that, too. It was to tell me, as the trusty lieutenant that I had become, about some problems at the old Stud Farm!