by Notty Nikki
I made love to this fifty-seven-year-old woman just as I had wanted to make love to the young girl earlier in the day. She urged me on, but I had no intention of stopping. My mouth seemed to automatically find her large breasts, and I suckled one, then the other, moving from nipple to nipple. Just as I could no longer hold back my orgasm, Regina held my head tightly to her breast. While riding the wave of excitement, I shot everything I had in me.
That was the beginning of our friendship. Afterward Regina told me she had been widowed a year earlier, and one of the hardest adjustments was not having someone to talk to and make love to. She was too old to barhop, and most younger men weren’t attracted to her. Tired of living alone, she had decided to rent our spare room after seeing the sign my mom had put in the window.
She said the sight of me masturbating had turned her on a great deal. She had no idea how truly horny she had been until she saw my young, strong body and wanted to have it.
We were all cleaned up, dressed and engaged in amicable conversation in the living room when my mother returned from work. Mom was 44 years old at the time and was in better shape physically than Regina, but I couldn’t think of my mother in sexual terms.
If I did have any subconscious desire for my mother, I had never faced up to it, but I did know that Regina had satisfied longings no girl ever had. It must have been fate that we met. We suited each other’s needs so perfectly. Meanwhile, Mom was glad to have a happy boarder and a contented son.
Then one afternoon my mother said she had to go out of town to visit my sick aunt. She would be gone for at least a week, and asked Regina to “keep me in line.” After Mother left, we went right to bed — where we were already spending most of our time when my mom was out of the house. By that time, Regina had taught me to be a master of love, a sexual athlete and a lot of other things.
That afternoon she wanted me to demonstrate fully how much I had learned from her. Quickly I was on top of Regina, nibbling her nipples and fingering her crotch. I found the tiny nub of pleasure, her rising clitoris. She had taught me well, and now, with her eyes closed, she shivered sensuously as the tremors from down under sent thrills all through her. When I entered her, she cried out. I kept plunging, and she kept throbbing as we did our best to love each other into another world.
Her legs shook; her broad behind was raised high; ripples of joy struck us both at once. She screamed. She said I should love her harder, which I did. She was churning, banging and panting when she exploded, and my climax was equally bodydraining and wonderful.
I had never enjoyed sex with any other woman the way I had with Regina. Sure, she wasn’t as tight as some young girls I had gone to bed with, but none of them had ever pleased me as much, and what she lacked in youthful firmness, she more than made up for in her mature approach to sex. She was patient and wasn’t afraid to speak up when she wanted to change positions or have me caress a particular part of her body. Regina’s body was beautiful despite her age. Time takes its toll on everyone, but it had treated her well. You could tell from her now overly voluptous shape that at one time she could walk down a street and turn boys into men and men into hardened lovers. The experiences her body had gone through aided our sex play because her body had not been dulled by the years. Like a violin, its tone had become fuller, richer, more responsive to the lightest touch.
Each time I made love to her she tormented me with her vaginal muscles, the same ones she had used to give birth to her now-grown children. Those youngsters had been nursed with the very beauties I enjoyed sucking and squeezing in my hands.
Regina had the wisdom and patience to teach me all the things my mother couldn’t. Maybe I even had a hidden desire to have my mother teach me those things, and Regina’s appearance on the scene probably saved some embarrassing moments that could have cropped up between Mom and me.
My early experiences with Regina were a while ago, but we still see each other regularly. When I’m not with her, I don’t always look for an older woman, but I’ve found that as far as a genuinely good lay is concerned, age is beauty.
G.I. JANE
I dated Lori for more than six months, and she never let me fuck her. Yeah, you probably think I’d be crazy to put up with that stuff without getting laid — but you had to see Lori.
She had wonderful long legs, a face like a covergirl, little tits that were juicy enough to wiggle just the right way but firm enough to jut straight out, and the most incredible tight ass I’d ever seen. Too tight, as a matter of fact: She wouldn’t let me near it.
I begged and begged, but she was one of those “high morals” girls — no cunt until she got an engagement ring. I tried walking away from her several times, but what kept me coming back every time was her hair. She had this long auburn hair that seemed to smell fresh every day. She always looked like a girl in a Breck shampoo ad. But finally, after six months of being put off, I had enough. Fuck her and her hair.
I tried hitting the local bars, but every time I’d see a girl who looked willing and eager, I’d see Lori’s face — and her hair — and get depressed. A couple of months went by, and when a job opened up in a little town 80 miles east, I packed up my few things and left. The first weeks there were as dull as hell, my new job with an insurance company was a pain in the ass, and none of the girls I met turned me on. I began to think of Lori and got even more depressed.
Then late one night at a local club, listening to the band and having some beers, I glanced over at the table next to mine. There sat the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen. The girl was alone, but she danced with a few guys, and I watched her in motion — carefully. She wore a tight pink sweater that hugged her large breasts in a way that made them look like they’d burst out onto the dance floor. Her tight Levi’s gripped her round ass snugly, and her firm, full lips and high cheekbones made a certain part of my body stand up.
But the most fascinating thing about her — to me anyway — was the shoulder-length platinum-blond hair that shimmered around her head like a silver wreath when she danced. She obviously noticed my open-mouthed stare, because when she caught my eye, she smiled and blushed. Since other males in the joint had already shown interest, I decided to make my move as soon as she sat back down.
I didn’t bullshit around to try to disguise my intentions a bit. I just slid out of my booth and into hers, said hello and asked if I could sit with her. She smiled and said she didn’t mind, then asked me to buy her a refill. We got to talking. Her name was Andrea, and she had just arrived in town after going through a painful divorce.
I remembered those first weeks after leaving Lori, and I told Andrea I knew what she was going through. As we talked, the faint scent of her perfume mixed with dance-floor sweat drove me crazy. I stroked her fine mane of near-white hair, and when I complimented her on it, she laughed and said thanks. We had a few more drinks before last call was announced. I had to take this girl home!
As we moved outside, I asked her if she had plans for the next day. She said that she’d be busy … but that I could come home with her right then. I nearly had heart failure.
At her apartment I sat on the couch while she poured some wine. For a while we continued our small talk, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her sparkling hair. I noticed her staring at the bulge in my pants as she peered over the rim of her wine glass. Grinning, she ran her tongue across her teeth.
My heart pounded as this golden goddess stood up, then slowly — very slowly — began to pull her sweater up over her head, revealing her bra-clasped tits. Then she removed her cowboy boots and slid out of her jeans, standing there in just bra and panties — and that cascading blond hair.
Breathing heavily, I slid back onto the couch and watched with more than a passing interest. She slid her fingers up her belly until she came to the bra. She unclasped it and dropped it onto the floor; with another liquid motion she peeled off her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair and the pink lips hidden within. My beautiful, blond Andrea isn�
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My cock was rock-hard, and I began worrying about spilling a load into my pants. I stretched out my hand to grab her, but she held up one finger — she still had a surprise in her bag of tricks. Her hands slid around to the back of her neck and worked their way up to her scalp, and she began to do something I couldn’t quite figure. Then came the most surprising thing I’ve ever seen. Her long platinum curls slid down her chest into a pile on the floor, exposing her shaved head.
She was completely bald!
I scarcely believed my eyes as this hairless beauty sank to her knees and unleashed my cock from my pants. If my open-mouthed staring at her in the club had been obvious, my look of shock at this bald-headed babe must have been fucking hysterical!! Maybe she’d been through shit with other guys’ reactions before; in any case, she began licking the swollen knob of my cock with her eyes closed.
I felt a peculiar combination of fascination, horniness, and a need to puke. As I stared at her bald head, weird images flashed through my mind: Demi Moore, Winston Churchill, and my math teacher in grade school who had the same kind of between-shaves stubble on his skull that Andrea had.
Thinking those things did nothing to turn me on though. Even inside her wet mouth my prick shrank a little. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling, then looked at her again. There was this beautiful face on this hairless head, and it was buried in my crotch, licking and sucking away. For a guy who’s always gotten off on hair — especially long hair — this was really strange, exotic even.
I decided, Go with the flow.
Andrea slid her full, rich lips down the length of my shaft, and I moaned loudly — my first blowjob in nearly a year, and I was getting it from a bald beauty! The sensation of Andrea’s tongue flicking across my cock and the pressure of her lips sliding up and down my rod threatened to have me spurting like a water hose. As I felt my orgasm approach, I stroked her head with both of my hands. The feeling was unreal — like running your hands across your face after not shaving for a couple of days.
A wave of pleasure tore through me as I spilled hot love juice into her sweet mouth. She lapped up every single drop, then held her head up to look me in the eyes. A drop of cum dripped from her teeth and ran down her chin — a sight that had me erect and ready to go again.
I stripped off my pants and moved closer to her. She twisted around on her knees, positioning herself with her dynamite ass staring me in the face. I saw wetness ooze from her beautiful pink slit as I jammed all seven inches of my prick deep inside her, slapping into the back wall of her cunt. My balls stung as they bounced against that wonderful butt. My index finger slid into her pouting anus, and I continued to slide my cock in and out of her cunt as she moaned and trembled with each successive thrust. Finally, I burst inside her repeatedly until I thought I’d pass out. Her ass bucked wildly as she came with a deep grunt.
We lay on the floor near the couch, spent, exhausted and breathing deeply. I took a moment to look at this surprising woman I’d just fucked. Somehow her baldness did make her quite attractive; her angular face seemed even more striking. It was like a shaved pussy, sort of: Take the hair away, and you realize what that part of the body really looks like.
Andrea had very soft shoulders and wonderfully round tits; so the roundness of her shaved head fit in with the rest of her fabulous body. When she had her breath back, she explained that she’d had surgery earlier that year, and her head had to be shaved. She decided she liked the feel and the look, and had kept her Demi Moore hairdo ever since.
I was almost ready to drift off to sleep there on the floor, but this girl wasn’t through yet. She leaned over and again placed her lips on my softened cock. After a minute or so of friendly persuasion, I rose to the occasion. She was slurping me like mad, and I felt about ready to blow my wad when she suddenly removed her mouth and began rubbing my throbbing dick across her stubble-laced head!
Whoa — talk about a strange feeling! It felt like a hundred tiny needles pricking my cock — a little painful, but weird enough to be a turn-on. After I unloaded a stream of milky cum onto her bald skull, she reached up and massaged the warm semen into her scalp until it glistened in the lamplight. She laughed as I rubbed the sticky goo around into her stubble-covered pate like shampoo. Snuggling up close, she kissed me warmly and hotly, and we both fell asleep.
***
We started seeing each other regularly, and I’ve got the best of all possible worlds. I have a girlfriend who can be a blond, a redhead, a brunette or entirely bald, and looks great any way. To add to it all, she also shaved her pussy. When Andrea’s naked, she almost looks like an ancient Greek statue come to life: all curves and woman, and no hair to get in the way.
After a while I even forgot about Lori — until an old friend brought me up to date on the latest gossip. Seems that Lori got herself knocked up by some slick-talking hairdresser. I wonder if the guy gave her a flashy ring first.