AT AGE 82... SHE STILL ENJOYS MULTIPLE MALE PARTNERS


Dear Ms. Joan,

I have a male friend who regularly uses his computer to 
view things on the Internet.  He brought to my 
attention some of the stories you have posted about 
threesomes and other multiple-partner pleasures for 
women.  He thought I should write to you with some 
information about my life and experiences.

Since I am not computer-literate, nor a typist, I have 
hand-written most of what you are about to read below, 
and he is entering it for me.

I read the story about you and your two primary lovers, 
Tim and Bob.  I also read stories by some of the other 
women who have more than one man in their life.  From 
some of what I have read, you would think that this is 
somehow a new idea in sexual fun.  Not so.

You see, I am an 82-year-old woman, and have repeatedly 
enjoyed many of the things in your stories during my 
long and wonderful life.  I still regularly enjoy 
inviting a variety of men to my apartment to "play" 
with me.  Some of these old guys have a hard time 
"getting it up," but I really enjoy helping them with 
my hands, tongue and mouth.  They tell me I give great 
"head."

But, let me start at the earliest days of my sex life.

I was born in Northern Wisconsin.  I had two brothers.  
One was two years older, and one was just a year older.  
My mother died shortly after I was born, so we lived 
with our father on a small, poor farm.  My brothers and 
I shared a bedroom in the small old farm house.  That's 
where my sex education began.

I would often see my brothers in the nude.  Nudity was 
no big thing in our house.  Sometimes in the Summer, we 
would all three walk back into the woods to a swimming 
hole, shed our clothes, and swim together in the nude.  
As my brothers got older, I noticed that their 
"peckers" would stand out straight and stiff when they 
took their clothes off.  About the time I was thirteen, 
my breasts began to fill out, and my brothers would try 
to grab at them.

This was during depression times (about 1930).  Our 
father had turned into a reclusive drunk, seldom 
working.  The boys and I had to work to have enough to 
eat.  When it was cold, often the boys and I would all 
climb into the same bed to keep warm at night.

One night, under the covers, my older brother began to 
stroke himself.  I asked him what he was doing, and he 
showed me.  I told him I wanted to do it.  So, with my 
younger brother looking over my shoulder, I began to 
jack-off my older brother.  To my surprise (and I think 
my younger brother's surprise), my older brother's cock 
began to shoot liquid across the bed.  He told us it 
really felt good.

A couple weeks later, I was cuddled in bed between my 
two brothers when I felt my older brother's hands begin 
to play with my breasts.  It felt good, so I didn't 
stop him.  Then he started playing with my pussy.  That 
felt good too.  I noticed that my pussy was getting 
wet.  Suddenly he climbed on top of me and pressed his 
hard pecker against my pussy.

"What are you doing," I asked.  He said he wanted to 
see if he could get his pecker into my pussy... he said 
he had heard other boys talking about that.  His 
pressure felt good, but he did not manage to get it in.  
Instead, his pecker shot his juice all over my belly.  
I scolded him, because I had to get up to get a towel 
to wipe off.

Two nights later I could not sleep.  My brothers were 
in my bed with me again.  I reached out under the 
covers and found that both my brothers had stiff 
peckers... and they were both awake.  They both grinned 
when I wrapped my hands around their peckers and began 
to stroke them.

As I stroked, I asked my older brother what he knew 
about sex.  He told me that he had heard some of the 
older boys talk about "fucking" girls... putting their 
peckers into girls' pussies and pumping until they 
shot-off their juices.  He was hard in my hand, so I 
asked him to try again... to see if he could get it 
into me.  While my younger brother watched, my older 
brother rubbed my pussy until it was wet, and climbed 
on top of me again.  This time he pressed hard, and I 
felt a minor pain as I felt his pecker slide into me.

He had a grin on his face as he looked down at me and 
my younger brother.  "I'm in!" he proudly announced.  
He laid like that for a few moments, pressing himself 
against my crotch.  Then he started pulling back, and 
pushing back in.  It felt good!  In just a few strokes, 
I felt him squirt inside me.  Then he fell off me.

My younger brother had lots of questions for both me 
and my older brother.  "Did it hurt either of us?  Did 
it feel good?  Was I going to have a baby?"  My older 
brother assured him that I was not going to have a baby 
because I was too young.  Actually, I hadn't started 
having my periods yet... so I guess he was right.

Soon my younger brother wanted a try.  He was now rock-
hard.  He climbed onto me and slid his pecker into me.  
It went in easy this time.  I was very wet.  It felt 
even better this time.  I found myself pushing my pussy 
up to allow more of him inside me.  Soon he shot his 
juices inside me too.

Well, that was how the three of us got into 
intercourse.  From then on, the three of us often 
played under the covers before falling asleep.  One 
time my older brother brought a friend over to spend 
the night.  Naturally he wanted to see my pussy and 
breasts... which I willingly showed him.  Then my 
brother challenged him to "fuck" me.  As my brothers 
watched, their friend took his pecker out, climbed onto 
me, and pressed it into my pussy.  I enjoyed it.  
Again, he shot his juices quickly.

The following summer, me, my brothers and their friend 
were all down at the swimming hole.  We all jumped in 
nude... as usual.  We had a blanket with us, so when we 
got out, we all laid on the blanket.  That's when my 
younger brother said he had heard that some girls liked 
to suck on peckers... and that it really made a guy 
feel good.  I thought about it, rolled over, and took 
my younger brother's pecker (:soft at this point) into 
my mouth.  

I played with his balls as I sucked and licked.  In no 
time, his pecker was hard as a rock.  I felt him quiver 
just before he started to shoot.  I couldn't move away 
fast enough, and caught some of it in my mouth.  
Surprisingly, it didn't taste bad.  The other two boys 
looked on as I gave pleasure to my younger brother, and 
his juices shot onto my face and into my mouth.

Immediately, they wanted me to do the same to them.  I 
did.  This time, I let them shoot all their juices into 
my mouth... and I swallowed.  When it was over, all 
three boys just laid back in the sun and enjoyed their 
afterglow.  I jumped into the water to wash off.  Then 
I joined them again on the blanket.

My older brother spoke up.  "It's only fair that we do 
that for her too," he said.  With that, he crawled 
between my legs and began to lick my pussy.  Soon the 
three boys were taking turns licking me and playing 
with my breasts.  After about fifteen minutes, I felt a 
strange new sensation pass through my body.  My pussy 
was tingling.  Their licking felt increasingly good.  
Suddenly my body convulsed.  I had had my first climax!  
It was a whole new set of feelings for me.  Man did it 
feel good.  I pushed my younger brother's face away 
from my crotch for a moment, and then he went back at 
it again.  I had another climax!  Then the boys took 
turns.  They seemed to enjoy licking me until my body 
convulsed in pleasure.  Eventually I had to ask them to 
stop.  I was worn out... but VERY happy.

During the months ahead, the three of us often repeated 
our shared pleasure-giving.  At night my brothers would 
often take turns filling me with their peckers and 
their juices.  By that Fall, I had my first period.  I 
knew that this meant I could now get pregnant, so I 
stopped letting them put their peckers into me... but 
we continued to pleasure each other with our mouths and 
hands.

One night my oldest brother came home with a rubber he 
had gotten from a friend.  He told me we could fuck 
again, if he and my younger brother took turns wearing 
the rubber... that it would keep me from having a baby.  
It made sense to me, so we fucked again that night.  
First my older brother used the rubber, washed it, and 
then my younger brother used it with me.  It felt good 
to be able to feel them inside me again.  I was even 
feeling the pleasures of an almost-climax when they 
were fucking me.  

Then, one afternoon my younger brother came home with a 
much older boy.  He told me that this was the older boy 
who had given them the rubber.  The older boy was 
handsome, and I smiled shyly at him.  He asked if he 
could try the rubber with me.  He told me he had heard 
how much I enjoyed it when the boys licked me "down 
there."

Dad was gone (as he usually was during the afternoon), 
so I led my brother and the handsome boy to our room.  
My brother helped me remove my dress, and began to lick 
my pussy as I lay back on the bed.  Soon the older boy 
said "Let me do that."  They took turns licking me.  It 
felt VERY good.  Then, the older boy took his pants 
off.  His pecker was stiff... and longer than either of 
my brothers' peckers.  I played with it for a moment, 
rolled the rubber over it, and then he wet it with his 
own spit.  Then he gently pressed it against my pussy 
opening.  It felt real good as he slipped into me.

He pumped slowly while sucking on one of my breasts.  I 
closed my eyes.  Soon his pumping was faster, and I 
began to feel my pussy heat up.  While he was pumping, 
my body shook in a wonderful orgasm... my first with a 
pecker inside of me.  That really got him going.  He 
pumped me faster and faster.  I felt his pecker expand 
within me... and then a really large climax swept 
through my body, knowing he was shooting into the 
rubber within me.  We both collapsed as my brother 
watched.

Later I learned that there were certain times during my 
menstrual cycle when I could fuck without a rubber, and 
still not get pregnant.  Over the following months, I 
fucked all four of my young lovers... my two brothers 
and their two friends... without using a rubber.  They 
all said it felt much better.  I know it sure felt a 
lot better to me.  I have always loved the feeling of 
hot male juice splattering against the insides of my 
pussy.  By now I was having shuddering climaxes nearly 
every time they fucked me.

----

Dad was beginning to get abusive.  My brothers wanted 
to leave home.  I thought about it, and decided I would 
too.  I began reading want ads in newspapers.  That's 
when I ran across an ad in the Chicago newspaper 
seeking a housekeeper for a farm in Montana.  I thought 
it would be a great adventure to move to Montana.

The ad said "Wanted, housekeeper/cook on rural Montana 
farm.  Reply to Pat and John, P.O. Box....."  I wrote a 
letter right away... telling them that although I was 
then just 15 years old, I was a great cook, very neat 
and clean, and enjoyed keeping house.  I told them I 
could be available immediately.  I assumed I was 
writing to a couple.

About ten days later I received a reply from John.  It 
said, "Pat and I would like to have you work in our 
home.  It is room and board plus $20 a month to start.  
If this is acceptable, write us immediately and we will 
send you a train ticket."  I was overjoyed.  I replied 
immediately that I was ready to go.

Another ten days went by.  Then it arrived... and 
envelope with a one-way train ticket and instructions 
where to get off.  John said he would meet me.  I 
quickly packed, told my brothers I was leaving, and 
snuck out the next day.

As the train pulled into the little rural station, I 
saw a man sitting atop a horse-drawn wagon.  He was a 
big man, about 30-years-old, and good looking.  When I 
stepped off the train he jumped down and introduced 
himself as John.  He put my things into the wagon, and 
we headed out of the station.

The farm was a good two-hour ride on back roads.  When 
we pulled up to the farm house, another man came out to 
greet us.  He was a year or so younger, and also good 
looking.  I asked, "Where's Pat?"  He said, "I'm Pat... 
were you expecting a woman?"

"Yes," I stuttered.  "No women here," he said..."until 
now."  I thought about the situation for a moment 
before stepping down.  John took my hand and led me to 
the farm house.  It was small, but larger than where I 
had grown up.  They showed me around.  Three bedrooms, 
a large living room with a fireplace, and a kitchen.  

They took me to the smallest bedroom and told me it 
would be mine.  They told me they worked out in the 
fields long hours each day, and that I would be 
expected to have breakfast ready for them before they 
started, pack them a lunch, and have dinner ready when 
they returned.  While they were gone, I was to wash the 
clothes, clean the house, and tend to the chickens.

Whew!  I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

Pat and John were gentlemanly, and all business.  They 
didn't try anything with me in those early days.  Each 
Saturday night they would walk back to an old water 
hole and take a bath.  Then they left, and allowed me 
to use the water hole for bathing.  The water was cold, 
but refreshing.

After several months, I asked them if I could join them 
at the water hole, so my bath would not be so late at 
night when it was colder.  They looked a bit surprised.  
"Sure," said Pat.  "It won't bother us, if it doesn't 
bother you."  By our second Saturday night out at the 
bath hole together, we were at ease with each other, 
and I noticed that they both sported a good looking 
pecker.... or "cock" as they called them.

By this point, my breasts had fully filled out.  I have 
never been particularly overweight, but I was rather 
petite in those days.  I think I had a pretty face too.

The following Saturday night after dinner, I went to my 
room and took all my clothes off... and simply put my 
robe on.  I told them I didn't want to have to put 
clothes back on after my bath... while my body was 
still wet.  With that, I headed out the back door 
toward the bath hole... with just my towel, and my robe 
tied tightly around my young frame.  They looked at 
each other, grabbed a towel, and followed.

I had grown to like Pat and John very much.  While we 
were each bathing ourselves, I told them it was my 
sixteenth birthday that day, and that I had a surprise 
for them back at the farm house.

When we were done bathing, I grabbed my robe and headed 
back to the house.  I had a fire started in the 
fireplace by the time they arrived.  They were nude 
except for a towel draped around each of them.  I 
laughed as they tried to hide themselves.  In response, 
they tussled my wet hair and pulled my robe away.  
Fortunately, the fire was beginning to warm the place.

Since they had pulled my robe away, and I felt playful, 
I grabbed their two towels and pulled them away.  We 
stood there in the flickering light... staring at each 
other's nude bodies.  "Now for the surprise," I said.  
Remembering how my brothers had enjoyed my oral 
attentions on their peckers, I knelt in front of John 
and took his cock into my mouth as I looked up into his 
face.  Pat was standing nearby, so I reached out and 
began to stroke his cock too.  The guys... obviously 
surprised... just looked at each other.  But they stood 
there and enjoyed my special ministrations.

I had brought some rubbers with me when I left 
Wisconsin, but I knew that I was at that part of my 
menstrual cycle when I could enjoy sex without a 
rubber.  I spread my robe on the floor in front of the 
fireplace, and lay back on it... looking up at both Pat 
and John.

It didn't take them long.  Soon they were each nibbling 
on one of my breasts and running their hands over my 
freshly bathed, nude, sixteen-year-old body.  John got 
between my legs and lowered his head to my pussy.  He 
not only licked my pussy, he plunged his tongue right 
inside.  Wow! that felt good.  He kept licking until my 
body squirmed in pleasure.  I felt a very satisfying 
wave of pleasure wash through my entire body.  Then he 
turned me on my side (facing Pat), and pushed his 
stiff, hard cock between my legs and into my pussy.  

Pat took the cue and started necking with me while his 
brother gently pumped in and out of me.  I felt Pat's 
hand move across my breasts and down to my pussy.  He 
played with the upper part of my pussy while his 
brother kept his cock moving in and out of me.  It was 
not until later that I learned a name for what Pat was 
playing with.  He was fondling my clit... and it felt 
delicious! 

After several minutes, John grunted and pressed himself 
deeply into me.  I felt his hot juices flood my 
insides.  That felt soooo good.  After a few moments, 
Pat had me turn onto my tummy and lift my butt in the 
air.  He knelt behind me and pressed his cock against 
my pussy lips.  In a flash, he was buried deep 
inside... and he held himself still.  "John," he said, 
"it has been a long time since we have had the 
opportunity to let our cocks play like this."  John 
smiled up at him from the floor.  "She sure feels tight 
and velvety in there," John replied.  "Sure does," Pat 
agreed.

Then Pat started pumping.  His cock seemed to expand 
within me as he pumped.  It felt wonderful.  It had 
been a long time for me too.  He humped a couple more 
times and let go.  Another flood of cock juices filled 
me.  It felt wonderful.  My pussy seemed to clench 
Pat's cock as he shot... and I shook my way through 
another climax.  We both fell to the floor... spent.

The three of us lay there, looking into each other's 
eyes as the firelight flickered across our nude bodies.  
I had used my towel between my legs to soak up some of 
the juices leaking out of my pussy.  They each kissed 
me and tenderly played with my breasts.  John got a 
blanket, spread it over us, and we fell asleep right 
there in front of the fireplace.

In the days that followed, both guys seemed to treat me 
with a higher level of respect and courtesy.  They each 
even started giving me a kiss before leaving for work 
each day... and again upon their return from the 
fields.

Our bathing rituals began to get more frequent.  Now 
every other night.  When we returned to the house, they 
would take turns licking and sucking my pussy while the 
other necked with me.  What a wonderful arrangement.  
My body sparked with responses to their fond attention.  
Naturally, I was using my mouth to give their cocks 
lots of attention too.  It was a good arrangement all 
around.

Virtually every time the three of us laid down 
together, one or both of them would fuck me while the 
other held me in his arms.  Unfortunately, after a few 
months of this, I lost track of timing, and noticed 
that I had missed my period.

I thought about the situation for a few days before 
telling the guys.  Finally I told them.  "And," I told 
them, "I don't want to give birth to a baby who doesn't 
have a father!"  Over the next few days they thought 
about the situation, and discussed it while working in 
the fields.

One day they came back to the farmhouse, each gave me a 
kiss, and John announced that which ever of them I 
wanted would marry me.  Hmmm, I thought.  That's a hard 
decision.  I told them that I had grown to love them 
both.  I would hate to lose either of them from my love 
life.  How could I choose.  Besides, I didn't know 
which of them actually fathered the baby.

We talked about it a lot.  Finally they agreed that 
which ever one actually married me, they both still 
wanted our relationship to continue.  They decided to 
play a hand of poker.  Which ever one ended up with the 
winning hand would be my official husband... but off 
the record, they would both be husband-like to me and 
father-like to the baby.  John won.

The next week the three of us went into town to find a 
preacher.  John and I were married, and Pat served as 
the best man.  We went back to the farm, and the three 
of us had wild sex on the floor in front of the 
fireplace... in celebration. 

I was sixteen at the time.  We lived like that for the 
next 22 years.  That's when John died.  During those 22 
years, I gave birth to three boys and two girls.  John 
was the official father of all of them, but all the 
kids knew that "Uncle Pat" was virtually their second 
father.  Truth is, he probably was the biological 
father of some of them.

As the kids were growing up, nudity was no big thing.  
And, I am sure the kids knew that I periodically slept 
with both John and Pat.  They never asked any 
questions... until much later in life.  I made sure the 
girls had all the facts about birth control, and access 
to rubbers, etc., in case they had need.  I didn't want 
them to get pregnant too early.  They didn't.

Shortly after John died, Pat and I formally got 
married.  At this point, I was still just 38-years-old.  
Pat was 49 at the time.  By this point, all the kids 
were grown and on their own.  Pat and I sold the farm, 
moved to Phoenix and bought a new home.  It was there 
that we met several new friends... several new LOVING 
friends!

We learned that a couple of our neighbors were 
"swingers."  Without telling them about our earlier 
history, we naively asked questions until Pat and I 
were invited to a couple of swinging parties.  For me, 
it was fun playing with some new cocks.  Pat enjoyed 
his exploration of new female bodies too.  We tried 
"closed swinging" (each of us in separate rooms with a 
new partner), "open swinging" (Pat and me and another 
couple all in a bed together... screwing the other's 
mate), and "group activities" (several couples 
interchanging in various patterns, all within one 
room).

It was fun for a while, but I began to long again for 
the days when I got to enjoy two (or more) guys at the 
same time... with no other woman dividing their 
attention.  Pat knew what I really wanted... and 
quietly, he set about to fulfill my wishes.

For my 40th birthday, Pat invited three guys to join 
him in a special party for me.  These were mostly guys 
we had met through swinging activities.  That night the 
four guys squired me to a fine restaurant (at a major 
hotel) for dinner and dancing.  They took turns dancing 
with me, each fondling me in the darker corners.  I was 
really turned on.

Without telling me, Pat had rented a suite in the 
hotel.  After we had dined, danced and enjoyed some 
drinks together, he had two of the guys take me up to 
the suite.  They undressed me, and made love to me for 
an hour before we heard a knock at the door.  It was 
Pat and the other guy.

I cleaned up, and Pat and his friend spent the better 
part of an hour making love to me while the first two 
guys just watched.  Finally, they took turns filling me 
in every way possible, and treating me to numerous 
climaxes.  We five spent the night there... playing, 
recovering... and playing some more.  I was overwhelmed 
with pleasure that night.  What a birthday.

Through the years I learned to enjoy anal sex too.  So, 
in situations like my fortieth birthday party... I 
often found myself "sandwiched" between two guys... one 
in my pussy and one in my back entrance... while 
sucking a third guy and having the fourth guy fondle or 
suck my breasts.  Believe me, I have learned to fully 
enjoy multiple male partners... and be sure they enjoy 
themselves to the fullest too!

One of those guys became a special friend after that 
night.  He often joined Pat and me for a night or a 
weekend of shared fun.  Those are times when I really 
enjoyed the unique pleasure of being "sandwiched."  I 
would give each of the guys a good blowjob... and they 
would eat me until I was ready to scream.  Then, after 
a brief rest, we would lay on our sides and one would 
use his cock to fill my pussy while the other filled my 
back side.  Often they would just gently slide in and 
out of me... often in alternating patterns... while we 
talked and necked.  I would tend to remain on a 
stimulating sexual "high."  This could go on for 30 
minutes to an hour before one of the guys started to 
pump me in earnest.  That would generally cause the 
other guy to start pumping harder too... and we would 
all three experience super climaxes as they filled me 
with their juices.  Then we would sleep.

Pat passed away some years ago... at age 79.  We had 
shared a lot of great times together.  After a 
respectable morning period, I began gathering around me 
men who still loved to fuck.  I was just 68 at the 
time, so I still felt eager to keep my pussy busy.  I 
still do!

During the ensuing years, I have been eaten and fucked 
by at least a few hundred different men.  The cocks of 
all these men have found pleasant haven between my 
lips... both pair.  Many of these guys were married, 
but had long since stopped getting sexual fulfillment 
at home.  They were always welcome at my place... and 
they still are.

Oh, by the way... one of my daughters followed my 
footsteps and regularly lives with two loving guys.  
She thoroughly loves her doubled attention.  The other, 
more conventional daughter probably thinks we are 
"sluts."  That's OK.  Her loss is her loss!  If one guy 
keeps her happy, so be it.  For me and my youngest 
daughter, two men is better... and more regular sex 
partners is often best.

I believe I have lived a full, robust and fulfilled 
life.  I don't regret a thing.  And, the Good Lord 
willing, I plan to keep enjoying multiple male partners 
for years to come.

Martha   



  
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