Saber <odaat69@hotmail.com>

THE OLDER WOMEN IN MY LIFE (Part One)
  [M/F true intergen ]

After lurking for some time now and reading and
appreciating the many stories and experiences of others, I
have decided to tell my story.  It was the best time of my
life and I occasionally look back with fondness on that
period of my life. This is a true story. I know there are
many _so-called_ "true stories" out there that are not.
Like the Penthouse forum letters. I have nothing to gain by
claiming it's trueness. I merely wish to repay all those
that have taken the time to write their experiences and to
encourage others to do the same.

Older women have always held a fascination for me. Some
Freudians out there might be able to trace this back to my
own mother perhaps. I never had a normal relationship with
my mother. She was always ill with various degrees of
mental illness. She was in and out of hospitals during all
my childhood.  She would get better, then come home only to
slowly deteriorate over several months and return to
professional care. When she was at her worst at home just
before returning to care, we as kids found relief when we
left for school. I looked at other kids there and longed
for the _normal_ family. The type that we saw on TV, with
loving, caring mothers who attended to them and praised
their accomplishments. It was a lot later that I realized
what some of them went through as well. Not personally mind
you, but today with shows like Ophra and Springer do you
see how screwed up a lot of families are. "Dysfunctional"
is what they call it. But some have it worse than others,
but the kicker is, no one really knows it. We all think our
problems are unique.

I said all that to let you know a little something of my
background. How and why I am this way. Since I am the
oldest I was expected to care for my siblings. One
experience with my sister that I will never forget happened
when I was in my preteen years. I often fantasized about
kissing girls and actually (gasp) putting my tongue in
their mouth. Or licking a girl's pussy. This was the 60s
and only later did I hear about French Kissing (now called
kissing), and oral sex (now called sex). Anyway since we
were not particularly well off, my younger brother and
sister and myself shared the same bed for a time. I still
find this hard to believe but we were supposed to be at an
age were we knew nothing of sex. I don't even remember
getting hard-ons at that age. Nevertheless, at the time my
father was adding on to the house to make additional
bedrooms. It was then not unusual for my sister and me to
be on the bed together. This one time (I don't know how it
started) we began to explore each other's body. Primarily
me exploring hers. I vividly remember playing with her
genitals and then licking and sucking on them. The taste
was strong and not particularly pleasant but I was
hypnotically drawn to her sex. I could not stop and did not
really want to. I don't however remember her reactions at
the time. Whether she liked it or responded in any way or
not. This was my first look and feel at a real live girl
and I naturally fed my intense curiosity, completely
oblivious to her feelings.

At some point though this revelry ended and we ended this
new venture into forbidden territory. Strangely we never
kissed throughout all of this. I guess I felt it wrong to
kiss my sister. Go figure.

After this happened, something then occurred that is burned
into my memory.  It was that of my father, who was home at
the time working on the addition, confronting both of us
shortly afterward revealing that he had _ heard_ every
thing that we had said. He didn't say he saw us, but the
import of his words were not lost on us. Since we were a
very religious family we were very
ashamed of what had happened and never touched one another
again. Although in later years it never stopped me or my
brother from actively try to spy on her while sleeping in
her panties or in the bathroom. But this incident was never
mentioned again. I think that this served as a powerful
motivation to my father to finish the addition.


My curiosity about girls and women never waned though. I
was especially drawn to women. Even now in my late 30s I am
still drawn to older women. In
fact I married a woman 5 years older than myself. But I am
drawn to elegant older women who are in good shape and care
for their looks and body in their 60s and even 70s. I have
fantasized about the perfect relationship of an older
professional woman, perhaps married, who would want a
monogamous affair with a younger man, (me!). Kind of like a
"kept" man. Although I am now married for over 8 years and
have been faithful (at least in body) to my wife, I find
myself pining over several relationships, and one in
particular, that happened before my marriage with older
women. This is the reason for this story. This is about my
relationships with all of the older women that have been in
my life.  I will first recount briefly all of the older
women of my life and then one by one in more detail and
then finally the love of my life (not my wife!)


     --MARGIE-- Although the incident of course with my
sister was the first sexual encounter that ever I had, we
never really had a sexual relationship.
     A older girl in the next block named Margie was.
Margie was 15 years
     older me. I was 22 at the time. This was by far the
most destructive
     relationship of my life. A lot of the rest of my
warped life was
     shaped by this manipulative bitch who pussy whipped me
into
     subjection.  Relationship lasted about a year.  

     --CAROL-- A sweet girl who was about 5 years older.
Met her working in a bar.  Got caught by police making out
on our first date. Night ended with us breaking the bed and
her coming 13 times!!  Relationship lasted about 6 months.


     --JULIE-- In her mid 50s. She was a health care
administrator. A neighbor living
     in the same set of town houses. We were good friends
at first, then
     REAL good friends. She was more hungry for sex than
any women that I
     have ever known.  Relationship lasted 1 year.  


     --LOUISE-- 
     She too was about 5 years older. She was separated and
new in town. I
     was real hospitable. I almost married her. There was
of course one
     small legal technically that stood in the way. The
only married woman
     that I had. A short fling that almost turned into
"Fatal Attraction".
     Relationship lasted about 6 months. I hope...  


     --DEE-- The love of my life! My obsession. My ...
my... best friend's mother.  This story is inspired by the
happiness that she gave me.  She was 61 at the time and I
was 25.  Relationship lasted about 4 years, until my
marriage.

There were a handful of other encounters that I had.
However they were only one night stands or with girls my
age. Some of the above mentioned were overlapping or not
entirely chronological. What follows now is the true story
my sexual life and how these women have shaped it.

THE FIRST- MARGIE 

Even though the incident with my sister was the first and
last, something had been awakened inside of me. In the
years that followed I always seemed to have crushes (as
most boys do) on older women, teachers, bus-drivers, ect. I
often fantasized about what it would be like to sleep with
them as their stepson or something like that. Not have sex
mind you, just cuddle up to them in a loving dreamy sort of
way. I never, and could never have these feelings toward my
own mother. I guess I was substituting this fantasy love
for the motherly love that I never got.

I wanted to know all I could about the opposite sex. Since
I was a deep thinker (as much as a child could be) in those
days as well as a voracious reader, I immersed myself into
books about women. What they liked, what they wanted from a
man, that sort of thing.  Stuff that was found in "Cosmo"
or "Essence". A lot of articles dealt with sexuality. I ate
this up. (I say this tongue-in-cheek, notice all the bad
puns here). I knew that
I was extremely orally motivated. I wanted to know
everything about how to please a woman. How to touch a
woman. Where her G-spot is. I was extremely sensitive to
what a woman desired. I was especially drawn to anything
having to do with oral sex.

I knew Margie from my neighborhood. It was a geographically
isolated section
where everyone knew everyone else and their kids and
watched after what went on. Sort of "It Takes a Village"
kind of thing.

Because of my strict upbringing I was a virgin until I was
22.  I was an athlete in those days. I played basketball
with the neighborhood
guys everyday after work during the week, and football on
the weekends. I noticed Margie during this period, and was
immediately drawn to her.  Anyway Margie had been married
at one time with a kid 9 years old. She was someone that my
father strongly disapproved of. I guess anybody's parents
would. She had no job.  She lived with her mother. She used
recreational drugs and alcohol to feel good. She had a
number of relationships in the years following her
disastrous marriage. When I first noticed her she already
had a boyfriend. She was using him and after a stormy
relationship, he dropped her. She then was into getting
high with her friends but noticed me and began to flirt
with me as I with her. She didn't know quite what to make
of me since my father was a minister and I was a
strait-laced type of guy. I started giving her rides to
different places and even snuck out to hang with her and
her friends who were mostly other neighborhood adults.

Drugs scared me with the exception of pot so I mainly stuck
to booze. She was living off some kind of assistance as
well as child-support payments from her ex. Her whole day
was spent either trying to get high or score a hit.  Don't
get me wrong she wasn't a strung-out heroin shooter or
freebaser.
Margie was just into pot and something that she called
"crank" which I take was similar to coke. She merely lived
day-to-day and wanted to enjoy life as it came.

When we started hanging out together it was just casual. I
gave her rides places that she needed to go and little by
little began spending a lot of
time in the car talking. Nothing serious, but people
started seeing us as a couple even though we knew that we
were not intimate. I knew in my heart that she was bad for
me and the relationship that seemed to be blossoming was
headed nowhere. But I was fascinated by her as she was with
me. I wasn't like the rest of the guys who only wanted to
get into her pants, she said. I liked this and with all the
information that I had read about women, knew that women
wanted men who listen to them. So I was an attentive
listener. I was such an attentive listener that finally one
evening she subtly intimated that I was gay. She casually
mentioned some of her male friends were gay and she had
extremely good relations with them. I don't remember the
exact conversation, but I remember what she was implying
and felt that my manhood was now being challenged. What
followed next changed my life forever.

     MY FIRST FUCK 
After getting flustered and defending my manhood to her, I
thought long about that episode. I felt it was time to
spring into action.  While we were out late the next
evening I made my move. All day long while at work I
plotted my next move. Since I was a chess player I set
about the task in a logical way. "If I do this she may do
this and then what do I do".  Anyway I had my opening
gambit set and the possible midgame. Only the ending would
be in doubt. Mate I hope.

Let me describe Margie. She was about 5'4" to my 6'3". She
was petite with average good looks. She had a
well-proportioned body that she knew how to use to get
attention.

She knew that I was a virgin. Words cannot express the
years of repression and conflicting thoughts that I now
felt, (I guess it could but I'm not a
writer and am not writing a novel to an audience that would
appreciate that sort of thing.)

I knew that my move was to kiss her. Silently and quickly.
While she was talking JUST DO IT. This was pre NIKE and
they had nothing on me. Just do it
I said. Don't think. Don't talk. Don't casually (yeah
right!) put your arm around her. Just kiss her. Period. Her
next move was obvious.

"Why did you do that?" 

"I wanted to. Did you like it?" 

Her response was obvious. This was not my first kiss. My
first kiss with a girl was disaster.  I just put my lips on
hers and pressed. I felt nothing.  No, I felt letdown. If
this is what kissing is about then what's the big deal. I
gradually progressed after that first date with a girl.

I then responded by kissing her again. This was my first
passionate kiss.

"Houston, we have contact" 

I knew what to do. My tongue went into action, probing her
lips, mouth, and tongue. My hands went into action,
rubbing, caressing, manipulating. To my pleasure I saw that
she was responding favorably to my ministrations.
Yeah that's an understatement. She was hot!  

I know this may seem tame to many of you but for me I was
in ecstasy. To be able to have this effect on another
person, was truly unparalleled to me.

Her mouth was truly exquisite. I knew from the start where
I was headed.  South. As I saw the affect that I was having
I knew to acknowledge the signals she was giving off and
work my mouth to her breasts. Eventually my hands went to
her panties working them down and off.

"Houston we have liftoff" 

I wasted no time in getting to the center of her erogenous
zone. She went wild. Her smell and taste was musky and
pungent. I burrowed deep with my tongue and my senses were
overloaded with what I was feeling and how she was
responding to my attention. What I had only dreamed of was
now coming true.  The front seat of my Nova was not the
most comfortable in retrospect but I wasn't complaining. I
was fascinated at how full and wet her pussy lips were.  I
knew to expect her to orgasm from my continued sucking on
her clit and vaginal sheath. What I didn't expect was how
intense her orgasm would be. I practically choked on her as
thighs and legs locked around my head thrashed until I
thought I would be smothered right there in my car.

I must say that although I knew that I must have been hard
as a rock, this was her night. I wanted to thoroughly
satisfy her. This I did in spades.  She was hooked. Or I
was.

After her thrashing around had stopped, I remember hear
next words as if they were said yesterday. I have played
them a thousand times. I cherished those words as they
reflected all my years of waiting and research was well
rewarded.

Her words to me after her breathing had subsided to a point
where she could speak were...

" Bill, you are NOT a virgin!" 

YES!! Of course I was but I was thrilled to hear those
words. This was as good as getting off myself. For now!

The following night it was more of the same, but we got to
the point sooner and this was to be MY night. She was just
as responsive to my tonguing as
she had been the previous night. I was able to position her
so that I could continue while at the same time work my
pants down so that my mouth could be replaced by something
a little more sensitive. This proved to be prudent because
as she finally became aware of what I was planning on doing
(right before I entered her) she protested saying...

"No Bill, I am not protected".  

But at this point I was not to be denied. I was hot and
hard. As my member found her already sopping wet cunt, it
sank immediately probing the depths of where my mouth and
tongue had sucked and teased moments before. Her juicy
warm cavern totally engulfed my prick.  

"Houston, the eagle has landed." 

As much as I would like to embellish how this, my first
fuck, had lasted and
how fantastic that it was, it was over in a matter of
seconds. Only a dozen or so strokes and my seed spilled
deeply into her. My whole body shuddered as it seemed as
though all my nerve endings were now concentrated at the
head of my dick. Margie even stopped protesting as she knew
that it was useless.

After I was spent, we just sat there in silence. She became
aware after a few minutes that I was crying. I know it's
not the most macho thing for a guy to admit, but there it
is. I don't really think she knew until then the profound
affect this was having on me. We held each other and talked
for a while. I told her that I was sorry that I forced
myself on her and she consoled me. I then reasoned with her
that now since I had already come inside her that we might
as well enjoy it. She thought a moment and said OK and then
positioned herself in a squatting position just above my
now resurrected soldier. I then experienced the first of
many squat fucks (TM) we were to enjoy over the course of
our relationship. Due to her small frame and nimble body,
she was able to slowly ride me to an mind blowing, wad
blowing orgasm. No one has been able to duplicate the way
she screwed me in that particular way. I marveled at the
way she was positioned, that
she curled her toes on the edge of the seat and moved her
body in complete control facing me. Even though it was
night and we were hidden pretty well, I remember a street
light nearby that gave us some light. Because of recently
coming I could now enjoy a nice unrushed, and relaxing
time. I could look into her eyes and face.

She was truly beautiful in that moment.  She had a small
round face with a wide mouth and toothy grin. Her hair was
short. She had small breasts to match her small frame. I
love small ones.  More than a mouthful is wasted, as they
say. I know most women are self-conscious that way, but to
me they are sexy. The only drawback to hers were that they
drooped quite a bit from age. When she was excited they
perked up a quite a bit, however time had taken their toll.
This was something that went unnoticed THAT night though.
She was wearing a sun dress that night, much to my
pleasure, as she would most summer nights to allow easy
access. What kept running to my mind over and over was how
wonderful this was that I was actually inside this girl!
She was letting me deeply inside her most private chamber.
She wanted it. I wanted her. I was fucking her.

I continued to massage her breasts and kiss her until I
could feel my balls
tingling then releasing their near full load of my semen up
into her. Our juices would mingle making the car ripe with
our musky, funky, sex smell.

Going back to the above mentioned squat-fuck, after a few
weeks she quickly tired of it. Not so much the position but
the fact that we had to do it in the car. My house, for
obvious reasons was out. If my father caught her there she
would have been made to feel as welcome there as David Duke
at the Million Man march. Since she was living at home as
well, her widowed mother posed a slight problem. It was a
matter of space and living arrangements.  Her older sister
lived there also, with her 4, 5, 6, kids. I forget now.
But it was a slewful! It was a large house but I think she
still had to share a room with her sister. Not exactly the
most conducive for conjugal relations. She got on me to
rent a motel. I didn't want to because I felt it
was cheap. But finally I relented and we got one out of
town. We never spent the night though. I was nervous the
whole time.

I remember making us drinks and both of us showering
together. She tried a spermicidal (suicidal) insert, and we
had our first fuck in a bed with all the room we needed. I
got to watch her in full light as she rode on top of
me. I came to prefer that position. I loved watching as my
penis disappeared in her tiny slit only to reappear coated
with our secretions. She was particularly frothy today. As
the insert melted it made her slicker than usual, and her
hydrophobic beaver was finally put out of it's misery by my
discharging pistol. As we parted shortly afterward I took
note of long strands of my jism and her foam obscenely
spanning our bodies as we separated. She then rinsed the
foam away and wanted me to eat her. I did so reluctantly. I
had this mental thing about the jelly. I could still taste
a little that trickled from deep inside her. It probably
has no taste but I knew it was there, and I guess it was a
psychological thing. She loved being eaten out though and I
got pleasure from seeing what it did for her.  More than
any woman that I ever later had. More on this later.

One thing that I really did enjoy about this day was that
after all the frantic coupling was watching her as she lay
sprawled about the bed on her stomach. She was half asleep
now as I drank in her fully naked form. It felt good to be
in this air-conditioned room on this hot summer day. I
started massaging her, working my hands up and back the
full length of her form as she purred beneath me. I then
put my tongue to work tasting the
sweat saltiness of her exertions.  I started at the back of
her legs and feet working my way upward. I eventually got
to the small folds of where legs made an ass of themselves,
and nibbled gently probing with my tongue the small inner
crease of her rear. Since this was my first live girl I was
naturally interested in every bump, crease, and texture of
her body. She was not that especially turned-on anally but
she did not protest.

We had some truly wonderful times in my car though. They
were all pretty much the same as our first time. Since I
drove her around to where she
needed to go, it seemed natural that we ended up in the car
anyway.

Not too long after we started "dating" her mother died.
This left Margie with her room. I did not mind that too
much. With all the goings on there with the kids running I
only hung around in the late evenings. During all
of this I still had to find ways to slip out of my house or
at least get with her undetected by my father. She was a
slut and a whore was nothing but trouble, according to him.
Since I was still under his roof I to abide by his rules.
He was right of course about everything, and I don't mean
that sarcastically, nevertheless, some things you must
learn for yourself the hard way.

Well anyway eventually we had the luxury of making love in
her room. We could lie back and pleasure each other.
Sometimes the moon would cast its light upon her as she
rode on top of me. There was something about her
being on top that really turned me on. For one thing, her
body pumped not only up down but kind of waved as it did
so. It reminded me at the time of a belly dancer. She
really put the grind in "bump and grind". With most of my
senses being assaulted in this way, the smell of her, the
sight of her, the taste of her, but mostly the feel of her,
it was no time that I was ready to explode up inside her.
More than once in these sessions I had to stop her,
physically holding her still until I could get myself under
control.  Sometimes I wondered how long we could keep up
this teasing of each other.  There were other times that I
didn't stop her in time or she got so caught up herself
that she did not want to stop, and kept grinding away when
tried to stop her.  The feelings would start in my toes or
from the base of my spine and felt like electricity as it
coursed through my body ended as my testicles pumped their
contents and spurted forth the syrupy mass into Margie,
coating her cuntal walls. She would continue to work her
body as one would churn butter and the combining juices
produced between us would turn into a foamy cream.

It was rare that we ever came together. She usually was
surprised and angry when she noted the softness of my
member indicating that I had come and went as I was a
quietly orgasmic. I held in all sounds but felt that I
would explode doing so. Intent on being satisfied fully,
she then maneuvered into position where I could eat her
out. The point I made earlier about her having such intense
orgasms from oral sex was truly demonstrated here. When her
legs locked around me there was no turning back. I don't
think a high-school wrestler had anything on her leg locks.
I thought I would suffocate.

She had a close girlfriend that she hung with, (did drugs
with), that was kind of dikey and rumor was maybe they were
very close. Although I saw no no real evidence of this it
would explain a lot.

This story has run on alot, and there are a lot of other
little details that could be told that probably not add
much to this story. So far it has been sitting on my
computer for six months and I am anxious to bring part one
of my story to an end.

Please let me know what you think of it. What do you think
it needs. As I said before, this is true so it's not like I
can make something up but perhaps I can tell what happens in
 a different way.

Saber <odaat69@hotmail.com>

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