My Sex Education

Introduction

This is a short story written many years ago. I never published it for some reason or another and just recently found it in an old computer file. I hope you enjoy it.

December 2001

Chapter 1

As humans, we learn about biological sex in dozens of ways. The infamous "birds and bees" discussion that most parents dread (and few do well) has now been supplanted by adult magazines often found under Dad's mattress. While studying photos of naked women is eye-opening for young boys, the accompanying lewd stories leave a dangerous impression of sex and what a good sex act is. This story describes how I learned about sex many years ago and how I used those lessons.

My parents are fourth-generation ranchers. We live in West Texas, near Odessa, on a a 4000-acre property that was acquired by my ancestors in the early 1850s. Until 1930, cattle was the main source of our income. In those days, money was tight as the sales of cattle covered the ranch expenses, but just barely.

Our finances improved dramatically in 1929 when the Permian Basin was discovered. Luckily, about 600 acres of our ranch were over that vast oil pool. Wildcat drillers exploring the area contracted with my grandfather to test drill numerous areas of the ranch and they found it.

After prolonged negotiations, agreements were reached that required the oil company to pay for the drilling, the rigs, storage tanks, transportation and any environmental cost. My family would receive a percentage of the average monthly market price of crude for each barrel extracted. Within three years, many thousands of dollars began flowing into our family and that grew with each well drilled.

My name is Clint Morris. I was born in 1948. When this story begins, I was eighteen years old. I have two brothers, Richard (Rich) who was twenty-one and Clayton (Clay) who was twenty-three. Me being the youngest, they took the responsibility of teaching me what they thought I should know. In return, they made me do some chores Dad assigned to them. Of course, they kept this a secret from my parents and threatened me if I ever told.

One of their earliest lessons I remember was them taking me by horseback out to one of the pastures to check on the cattle. It was mating season and a new bull Dad bought was there to do his duties. I think I was six or seven at the time and seeing how sex happened between cattle was new for me.

As we watched, the bull would walk within the herd, his nose in the air and smell the rear ends of each cow. Every so often, he would curl his upper lip after smelling a cow. Rich told me that he was smelling to see which ones were "ripe" for mating. I asked him what "ripe" meant. Rich and Clay looked at each other and slowly admitted they didn't know for sure but that's what Dad had told them. We watched as the bull suddenly straddled the back of a cow and rammed his very long schlong into her rear. After thrusting a few seconds, he dropped off and she walked away to graze. This happened several times within the thirty minutes we were there.

Rich said that the bull was shooting semen into the cow to get her pregnant. That bull must have had lots of semen. He was expected to service 150 or more cows in the few weeks he was with them. We had five other bulls doing their duties in other sections of the ranch.

My next lesson happened by accident. There was a teacher's in-service meeting, and the school van dropped me at the ranch about three hours earlier than normal that day. When I entered the house, I heard noise from the back bedroom where my parents slept. Curious, I quietly walked down the hall and peeked in the slightly open door. My mom was naked and on her knees in the center of the bed. She was facing the far wall, and my dad was covering her much like the bull I had seen. Since he was naked from the waist down, I could see he was thrusting into Mom as she grunted and moaned. There was a slapping sound and after a minute or so, Dad moaned loudly and pulled Mom's waist back as he shot his semen. They collapsed onto the bed, and I silently went to my room processing what I had seen. I remember that I had just turned eight years old and this was a new learning experience. I'd never seen my parents naked.

When turning 12, I had a growth spurt and grew four inches within six months, and my dick grew at least that much. My voice was sounding different, and my appetite was never satisfied. Clay said that I was going through puberty, whatever that meant. I asked Mom and she said it was normal and that I was becoming a man. That growth spurt continued until I was eighteen. I stopped growing when I was 6 ft, 3 inches tall and weighed 185 lbs. Work on the ranch made my body hard and my much larger dick even harder when I woke many mornings.

Just after turning eighteen, an epic sexual education event happened. Dad had asked me to move some fifty pound bales of hay in the barn loft to get ready for new hay that would soon be cut and baled. It was a warm early summer day but not yet unbearable like most summer days in West Texas.

While working near the far end of the barn loft, I heard a car stop at the front entrance. Not expecting anyone, I stopped to listen. I heard two doors closing and what I assumed was the trunk open and close. As they entered the barn, Clay's voice was obvious, but a woman was with him who I didn't recognize. I quietly walked across the top of the bales to see.

I found a perfect spot to look through a space in the bales. I watched as they spread a blanket over several bales, forming a soft platform. They had a cooler and a bag of food, obviously for a planned picnic. When the woman turned to me, I recognized her from a local café. Her name was Daria, and she was a waitress, a couple of years older than Clay. I knew that my brothers always admired her good looks and pleasant personality.

With lots of normal talk I interpreted as "getting to know you" banter, they opened the cooler and took out two beers and two waters. As they ate sandwiches, I saw Daria's hand resting on Clay's leg and slowly stroke it through his jeans.

Their conversation turned in a direction I would never have guessed. Daria asked, "Clay, have you ever had sex with a lady?"

Clay seemed to blush and slowly replied, "Not really; just kissing and touching her breasts."

She replied, "That's what I thought. The way you've looked at me at the café, I detected an interest. That's why I suggested a picnic."

Clay blushed a deeper pink and asked, "Are you planning to teach me today?"

"Yes. It's been a while since I've had a great fuck and I need one," she replied. "As you know, my husband was killed in battle almost a year ago. That left a big hole in my life, and I've just now adjusted to it. It's time for me to let go and have some fun again."

"And you're willing to have sex with me," Clay asked. "You're beautiful and I'm just a plain cowboy."

"That's sweet and you're learning fast. Complimenting a woman's appearance is the first step. Clay, you're a handsome hunk of a man and any woman would spread her legs for you. But we're going to take it slow, and I'll teach you everything a woman wants when having great sex. Women need sex too. Working women are often sex starved."

Clay seemed to relax and reached for her. They kissed with an energy that surprised me. It went on and on as Daria reclined on the blanket and held him to her. Clay was massaging a breast, and she obviously enjoyed his touch. She pulled his shirt tail from the back of his jeans and slipped her hands around Clay's bare back.

After a few moments, Daria asked him to help remove her bra. When I heard that, my dick jumped. I'd never seen a grown woman's breasts except for my mother's that day years ago. As Clay unhooked her bra and she removed her shirt, I was gobsmacked. Her breasts were perfect -- just the right size for her -- and obviously all natural. Her nipples were a rich brown color and hard.

"Clay, all good sex needs to have great foreplay. It gets my lust hormones flowing and your testosterone raging. Now, I want you to fondle my boobs and kiss the nipples. And you can gently nurse them."

As Clay buried his head in the cleavage of Daria's supple breasts, he reached to unhook his jeans. It was obvious that his dick was bursting the seams to escape. Daria felt his hardness rubbing her leg, looked down and said, "Damn, Clay. You're huge. Jeez."

Without saying anything that I could hear, Clay stood and dropped his jeans and boxers. His erection was large and horizontal to the floor. Daria asked him to lay back on the blanket. She took Clay's meat firmly in hand. I did the same thing with my jeans and boxers. My meat was hot and telling me it needed attention.

As Daria's hands and lips did a number on Clay's manhood, I slid a hand up and down mine. Within a minute, Clay said he was cuming and I shot the first of four spurts onto the hay bale hiding me. Clay's grunting was very loud, and Daria continued sucking and then swallowing his spurts. That was an amazing sight and a big learning experience for me. I'd often jerked off but nothing this intense. That a woman would suck off a man and swallow his cum shocked me.

Clay apologized for cuming so soon. Daria smiled and said that was the plan. "If I can get your first ejaculation out of the way, you'll have more control when you're in me. A woman expects to climax first when being pounded by a man, especially one hung like a horse. Your body is amazing, Clay. But be careful fucking a woman. Most can be hurt by your size. I'm not sure I can take it."

Clay replied, "Thanks for letting me know. I guess being large has its problems. I have an eighteen-year-old brother, and I think he's larger than me, but I've never seen him erect."

What? He was talking about me. That really surprised me.

She said, "While you recover, I want you to do something that I love. In fact, most women love it. Lay back on the blanket." When he was in position, Daria spread her legs and straddled his face. His nose appeared to be buried in her pussy. She began moving back and forth which forced his face to stroke her vulva. His hands rested on her bottom and he appeared to be rubbing her asshole. "Lick my clit you beast and finger my ass. Damn, Clay. That feels amazing. Don't stop. Ram that finger in. God, that feels amazing. Yours is the first finger ever in my ass."

I watched and made mental notes of Daria's instructions. After several exciting moments, she told him to stand up. She lay on her back with knees bent and spread. That was the first view I'd had of a lady's open pussy. It was surrounded by brown hair, but the lips lay open to reveal her pink parts. She motioned for him to move in between her legs. She wanted his dick, and it was obvious he wanted her.

When Clay inserted, Daria softly cried out and jumped from the pain. She wrapped him with her arms and told him to stop for a minute. He seemed to still be imbedded when he stopped to let her recover. After a few moments, she told him to continue. He slowly pulled out and inserted again, but he was clearly being easy on her. After three or four minutes of him plunging in and out of her depths, she began moaning, crying and jerking erratically - rocking from side to side as her hand vigorously rubbed the top of her pussy. Her trembling hands reminded me of some old people I'd seen. Her orgasm hit hard, and she couldn't do anything to control it.

Daria at first tried to push Clay away but then she pulled him by his butt cheeks like she was trying to take him deeper. She softly screamed several times as she shook and squirmed under him.

Just as it seemed to pass, Clay shot his second load but had the presence of mind to pull out before ejaculating. His sperm shot over her navel and up as far as her nipples and throat. They both lay resting and savoring the exciting encounter. My dick was hard again but I didn't cum.

After a few minutes, they stood and washed off with wet cloths Daria had brought. The discussion was light-hearted, both complimenting each other for their amazing bodies and the exciting sex.

Then, a bombshell landed. Daria asked if she could bring her sister for the next "training" session. She described her as being twenty-three years old, and only experienced with a couple of boys. She needed to be fucked by a well-endowed man to see how great real sex felt.

Clay asked, "Have I ever met her?"

"She lives in Austin and is planning to visit me next week. With your help, I'd like to show her a great time. Fucking a real cowboy that's hung like a horse will be a new milestone in her young life."

He asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. Of course, I'll join in if you have enough stamina for both of us. I'll talk with her before she comes to make sure she's game for it."

He asked, "Can we do it here next Saturday? My parents are going to Dallas for a cattle auction and my brothers may go as well."

Daria asked, "Maybe Rich would like to get special training also. You said he's twenty-one?"

"Yes, and I think he'd like that. Call me to confirm everything with your sister and if you want me to invite Rich. Can you bring some beer? I'll pick up some fried chicken and snacks. We might need all the stamina we can get. What's your sister's name?"

"Cheryl. She was a cheerleader and homecoming queen in high school. She's the real looker in my family. Her trouble has been the boys she chose to date. They were real scumbags."

"I doubt she's as pretty as you, Daria. You're amazing and your personality just glows."

"Damn, cowboy. Maybe I'm not through with you. I still have some time."

He smiled and pulled her into his arms. He reached down between her legs and she spread them as they kissed. After a few moments, Clay dropped to his knees and began lapping at her pussy. That set her off again. She pulled his head into her cotch and began gasping for air. Clay turned her and she bent over with her bottom in his face. He separated her butt cheeks and buried his face in her ass. She yelped and jumped. "Lick that asshole, you slave," she yelled.

Clay stood and kissed her for a long time while holding her left breast and pulling the nipple, his left hand never leaving her crotch.

They soon dressed and left. I sat there on the hay thinking about all I'd seen. I was getting the best sex education possible. Or so I thought.

Chapter 2

The next evening, Clay came to my room. He was smiling.

"Hey Clint, how'd you like the show?"

I must have turned deep red and finally said. "Uuh, what show?"

"Me and Daria in the barn. I saw you up on the hay bales."

"Oh. I was working there and heard you come in. I didn't know what was going on. Sorry."

"Actually, that was good for you to see. I was learning as much as you. Daria is a sweet woman and very sexy. We're going to meet there next Saturday if you want to watch."

"You really mean that," I asked.

"Sure, but I want you to do something for me. Daria is bringing her sister, as you know, and I've learned from a friend who works with Daria that her sister works for a law firm in Austin. That raises my concern. We're very wealthy, and I don't want to fall into a trap. If these girls team up to accuse me or Rich of rape or anything like that, it'll be very damaging."

I asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to film it with that movie camera Dad uses for our vacation trips. Have you ever used it?"

"Only a couple of times. I know where he keeps it. I can practice with it this week."

"You can watch through the hay bales like you did today. Sound is not important. A movie will show it was all consensual in case we ever need it to protect ourselves."

"Is it legal for me to film it?"

"Yes, it's on our private property and is just like a security camera that many ranches use. Plus, it'll never be seen unless the girls pull something."

"Okay. You're going to tell Rich about it?"

"I will if he's involved. He doesn't know about any of this so far."

This was the first time that Clay confided in me and asked for my help and not involve Rich. That made me feel important.

***

That next Saturday eventually came. Seeing two beautiful naked ladies having sex with my brother was all I could think about that week.

It was raining so Clay drove me to the barn about 30 minutes early. The rain hitting the steel roof of the barn would mask any inadvertent noise the camera or I might make. Rich went with my parents to Dallas for the auction.

They were late by a few minutes. The girls came in first carrying the box of chicken, the blanket and another bag. Clay followed with the cooler. While general banter and chitchat flowed, it was obvious to me that Cheryl had nervous energy. She seemed unsure of herself while Daria seemed comfortable. Cheryl was a sexual bombshell. Her blonde hair had many curls and her makeup was perfect, not overdone. Her well-proportioned frame would win many beauty contests. She didn't have any resemblance to Daria. I remember thinking that they must have different fathers.

The girls spread the large blanket over eight bales which formed a bed about queen size. They sat cross-legged on it while eating the chicken, carrots, potato chips and cheese dip Clay brought. Each had cold beers.

The women had on short shorts that displayed their beautiful legs as far up as their panties, if they had them on. They also wore halter tops with wide openings around their arms, showing the sides of impressive breasts. Not a bra was in sight. Clay wore his normal jeans, a nice western style shirt and his daily Stetson.

As they ate, both girls took turns staring at Clay and then at each other. Clearly, some sort of silent female communication was happening. Clay was happily chomping on the chicken and potato chips as the ladies mentally planned his next hour or two.

Once the beers were downed, Daria stood next to the blanket covered bales and playfully pushed him to lay flat on his back. She unbuckled his belt, and Cheryl helped her pull off his boots, jeans and underwear. His tool was still in resting mode when Daria first touched it. As she stroked and licked, it came to attention in her hands.

"Clay, I want Cheryl to take over."

Cheryl seemed to be embarrassed but covered it by saying, "Oh goody, goody. Now let me at it. Holy shit," Cheryl exclaimed while staring at Clay's fully hard erection. "Are all cowboys hung like this?"

Daria replied, "I don't know. This dude is what counts today. Didn't I tell you we'd have fun this weekend?"

"You did, but I was thinking about going to a movie or dining out. Have you ridden this guy?"

Daria replied, "Yes but slowly. It took all I could to bed this cock. It was farther up my pussy than any man I've had. Just don't rush and he will give you more pleasure than you can imagine. My orgasms seemed to never end."

Cheryl pushed him back onto the blanket, slipped off her halter top and wrapped Clay's cock using the cleavage of her large natural breasts. She let its circumcised head enter her mouth on every stoke. He pulled her head down and buried his erection as far as she could take it down her throat. Cheryl gagged and pulled back. "I can't take it, Clay. You're just too much."

He pulled her face to him, and they kissed, repeatedly. It seemed as if the two had never kissed anyone else. This was pure passion on display. Cheryl was hungry for a man. It appeared both their mouths were open as they kissed.

Clay's right hand slipped down the back of her shorts and grasped her bare butt while his left hand unbuttoned the front and reached for her pussy. That drove her wild. She dropped her shorts, revealing a shaved crotch. This was the first hairless one I'd seen which caused me to jerk out my erection, rub some pre-cum on it and shoot several massive spurts.

As they stood face to face, Clay's left hand worked its magic in her crotch and his right hand in the valley of her ass. I guess he was fingering her hole, but I couldn't tell for sure. She liked whatever he was doing as her non-stop moaning filled the barn.

Cheryl said, "Let's do sixty-nine. I need you to lick my pussy. I'll get your dick ready." She lay on her back, and he straddled her chest with his ass in her face and his face covering her wet pink slit. She licked his dick and kissed it, occasionally trying to get some of it in her mouth. He was going to town on her pussy with long, slow tongue strokes starting at her clit. Both were moaning and she was squirming under him, obviously in an orgasmic spasm. Daria stood to the side and cheered them on, occasionally slapping Clay's butt and taking a turn sucking him off. Surprisingly, Clay didn't ejaculate.

Cheryl told him she wanted to fuck. As sweat ran down her face and chest, she told him to lay on his back. "I'm going to ride you, but I need to get us ready." With that, Daria handed over a condom and a tube of K-Y Jelly. The girls had come prepared.

Daria added, "Clay, this the largest condom we could find. Cheryl will roll in on and lubricate the outside, so you don't hurt her so much."

Once his cock was properly ready and standing proudly at attention, Cheryl slowly squatted facing him and began the methodical movement to eventually holster his pistol. It took a while of persistent effort. She did it and sat fully embedded and panting for air. Daria cheered and asked her what she was feeling.

"I'm filled up to my stomach, but there's a new sensation. I can feel every heartbeat through his cock. I've never experienced such a thing. It's like my vagina is now part of his body and we're one person. Oh fuck! My g-spot is now vibrating. It must be Clay's heartbeat massaging it. An orgasm is building slowly. This one..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned forward and gasped, trying to find breath that just wasn't there. She raised her bottom a few inches and then slammed it down to fully seat Clay's manhood. Doing it two or three times, her efforts were followed by a guttural scream while laying her head on his chest. Cheryl's entire body was jerking and shaking randomly. She suddenly sat up and pushed down on his stomach. Sweat ran down her face and chest. "My god, oh my god, he's cuming. I can feel every spurt, every damn spurt. Jeez, Daria. This is the best sex can ever be."

Daria replied, "I promised you a good time."

"Yes, you did." She slowly rolled off Clay, removed his condom, and tried once again to deep throat his semi-hard cock. This time, she successfully downed it for a few moments before saying, "Your turn, Daria."

Daria climbed onto the blanket and lay on her back as Clay snuggled into her chest. Her face showed total bliss as he worked her nipples with his lips and teeth. In just a few moments, they were coupled and in the throes of passion using a new condom and lots of K-Y. Cheryl watched for a while but then began to gather the trash, beer bottles and left-over food. Daria and Clay were still coupled, with her moaning and squirming under him, when Cheryl carried the bags and cooler to the car. It seemed to me that she was pouting or maybe even sulking. I was confused.

***

Later that night, Clay asked me to go for a walk. One of his jobs was to feed the chickens at night. As we headed to their enclosure, he said, "This fling with the girls is getting out of hand. In the car, Daria asked me to come to her apartment next weekend and spend the night. I've got too much to do around here to start spending more time with her and whoever else she invites."

I suggested, "Maybe you can just tell her that and delay getting back together. Do you think she's trying to get you to fall in love with her?"

"I thought about that, but I don't think so. Why would she want me to fuck other women if she's trying to put her own brand on me? It doesn't make sense."

I asked, "Does anything women do make sense?"

"You have a point. I think it's time to bring Rich in on this. He's not going to believe me. Can we show him the movie you made?"

"Sure, but we need to make sure Mom and Dad are away. They normally go to the monthly rancher's meeting and that's Wednesday night."

Clay said, "Good. I'll tell Rich we want to show him a private movie that night. Can you set it up and make sure it's working?"

"Sure, I'll take the projector to my room and check it out."

***

The following week was totally committed to the ranch. Fences needed to be repaired, water troughs cleaned and checked, cattle monitored, and new bull calves castrated, and all calves branded. Dad and us boys were constantly on horseback somewhere on the ranch. We had three full-time hands also working for Dad and they were doing some of the same chores as us. They also maintained the access roads for trucks picking up the oil and service teams coming to check the well heads and pumps.

In September, Clay would be leaving to begin work on a master's degree at Texas A&M, Rich would be returning to UT-Austin, and I would be leaving for my second year at the Virginia Military Institute where our father attended. Additional ranch hands would be hired to replace us during the school year.

Clay and I checked the movie and projector late one night in my bedroom. It's on the second floor of our house and at the opposite end from my parents. The movie was good quality and accurately showed what happened. We both had hard-ons while watching it.

When the planned night came, Clay and Rich came to my room. Clay repeated some of the facts about the women and had me explain what I'd seen and filmed. I showed the film on my wall and Rich sat there dumbfounded as it played. Even with no sound, it was easy to see how much the women enjoyed Clay's body.

As the light came on, Clay said, "Here's the problem. Daria wants you to participate in the next "training" session. It's going to be Saturday afternoon, and she wants us to spend the night. Cheryl is going to be there and possibly a third person, but she won't tell me who it is. Do you want to get involved or not?"

Rich replied, "Are you paying these women?"

"No, only buying some food. They are buying the beer."

Rich followed up, "So they're not prostitutes?"

"No, of course not. They just want powerful sex and orgasms from large cocks like we have. There are no entangling agreements, and we're protected from entrapment by this film Clint made. There is no way that can claim rape to get money from us."

"But Clint can't film what happens in the apartment."

"What about if I put together a statement that we all sign before any sex begins? It will say that all sexual activity is consensual," Clay said.

"That's worth a shot. A least that'll let them know that we're on guard and won't be blackmailed," Rich replied.

"Exactly," replied Clay. "So, you're in?"

"Why not? I'll see what it's like."

"Clint, we'll fill you in when we get home," Clay said.

***

The guys left for Daria's apartment around 5:00pm. The following account is what they told me Sunday morning, when they returned home.

They got to the apartment a few minutes before 6:00pm. They were greeted by Daria who was introduce to Rich. She kissed both on the lips, seeming to dwell longer on Rich. Cheryl came and met Rich. She kissed Clay but only shook hands with Rich. An older lady came from the kitchen and was introduced as Alice, the mother of the two girls. This was a huge surprise. Alice was very pretty, probably in her late 40s or early 50s. Daria said she was divorced and wanted to come to see what all the excitement was about.

After consuming some appetizers and adult beverages, it became clear that Alice was planning to participate and expected to be fucked, like Daria and Cheryl. After much pleasant conversation, Clay said that he and Rich were happy to entertain the ladies but to protect everyone from any future issues, he had a legal form prepared.

Each participant must sign this consent form to avoid any misunderstanding. It clarified that all sex between them is consensual, and no money is changing hands. If anyone is uncomfortable with any sex act, that person must say so and that will stop the act. Everyone agreed and signed the form, much to Clay's surprise. He was expecting resistance which would give him and Rich a good excuse to call everything off.

Daria said that pizza would be delivered later. She reached for Clay's hand and took him to her bedroom. She didn't close the door. Cheryl took Rich to the guest bedroom and Alice followed. They did close their door.

Rich said they laughed and joked about sex as they slowly removed their outer clothes. Cheryl said that her mother was needing sex as much as she was. Alice had enhanced breasts and, overall, a firm and fit body that looked younger than her age.

They spent an hour entertaining each other with Rich sucking nipples, licking pussy, fucking both using several condoms. Alica even wanted it in her ass. He said that Cheryl was very tight and struggled with his size while Alice was loose and had no problems. Both screamed their orgasmic pleasures and Rich shot loads into his condoms as they squirmed under him.

Clay and Daria went at it, and she had at least three orgasms and he filled two condoms.

After pizza and watching some porn on TV, they changed partners and did everything again. Clay went to sleep in the arms of Cheryl but woke with Alica sucking his cock. Rich woke to take a piss and found Daria in the bathroom bathing and shaving her pussy. She asked and he helped her with those tough to get hairs around her anus. He took the opportunity to finger her rectum and vulva until she had another orgasm. They cuddled in the bathtub until his cock was ready. Rich bent her over the sink, and took her pussy from the rear. Her reflection in the mirror showed complete bliss.

The next morning, only Alica wanted more. She asked if both guys could service her. All five went to the guest bedroom and the girls watched and cheered for their mother as she nursed both men. Eventually, she nested both cocks in an impressive double penetration. Her orgasm was loud and wild with energy, trembling and cursing as the guys grunted and filled their condoms.

Clay said, "Rich and I were exhausted and have decided not to do that again. It's just too much and these women are wild."

Rich added, "I don't know what's wrong with them. It seems that all they want is sex and more sex. I've never seen women like this. Normally men are more aggressive sexually. I know I've now met my match."

I asked, "What's the plan to get away from them?"

"The real mystery to me is the mother, Alice," said Clay. "That woman has had a lot of sex with a lot of men. She had no trouble taking us on, even two at a time. The girls cheered when Rich slid into her ass without any resistance. She obviously enjoyed sex with men like us. But we don't know anything about her and I'm afraid that something is afoot.

Rich suggested, "Dad knows several of the Texas Rangers in Odessa. Maybe we could ask them about her. Her last name is Doyle, and she lives in Austin."

Clay replied, "Good idea. I know Tom Abbott who works there. I'll ask him for help."

Chapter 3

Clay called Tom and arranged a meeting at the office in Odessa the following Monday. All of us went.

Clay introduced us to Tom, and we went to a small conference room for privacy. One of Tom's female assistants joined us to take notes. I saw that she was always looking at Rich and smiling. I had a feeling that she would gladly fuck him in the next room if it was possible.

After several minutes of renewing acquaintances, Clay explained the events of the last three weeks and our concerns about how they evolved.

Tom asked, "You guys mean to tell me that these two young women came on to you for sex and want nothing in return? And then they brought their mother for sex. Guys, this is weird. I understand why you're concerned. Your family's oil money is an attractive target but, from what you say, that's not their objective."

Clay replied, "They signed a release confirming that there is no coerced sex and no money has changed hands. Here's the release they signed."

Tom read it and showed it to his assistant. The assistant took it to make a copy.

"You said the mother's name is Alice Doyle and she lives in Austin. Let me go into our database to see if we have anything on her."

After a quick search, Tom said, "Is this her photo?" Clay and Rich walked around the table to confirm that it was her.

"She has an interesting history. She was arrested for prostitution when she was 21. She was given probation which ended after five years. When she was 32, she was convicted of running a high-priced brothel in Fort Worth. I remember that case, in fact. The clients were all wealthy businessmen and even some well-to-do women. I guess they were lesbians. The records of her clients were sealed which usually means some VIPs were involved. She served 12 months and was released on parole seven years ago. She's currently working in a staffing company and seems to be going straight. She's no longer on parole."

Rich asked, "Is that all the records show?"

"Yes. There are some random notes but nothing solid."

Clay asked, "Does that profile show anything about her daughters?"

Tom replied, "No, but that's not unusual unless they were involved in her crimes."

Clay said, "That's good to know, Tom. I'm a little less nervous now."

Tom replied, "Good. Let me know if you guys need help. Of course, I'll ask permission from my wife." Everyone laughed.

***

The rest of the week was the normal ranch stuff that needed attention. We found a couple of calves killed by coyotes, a common occurrence, and a section of fence that had been crushed by a fallen tree. Dad called our neighbor to let him know to look out for any of our cattle that may have escaped.

Thursday evening, Clay received a call from Daria. She wanted him to spend the weekend with her, but he was already committed to compete in a local rodeo, one of his hobbies. He suggested that I come to begin training with her. She hadn't yet met me, officially, although I knew a lot about her. She agreed.

When Clay told me, I panicked, almost. I was still a virgin. Now, thanks to my brother, I was being thrown to a she-wolf who expected more than I knew how to give. I was a nervous wreck for the next two days.

After trouble finding her apartment, I arrived about 20 minutes late. Daria greeted me at the door. I expected her to be angry because of my tardiness but she was all smiles. We shook hands and exchanged a brief friendly hug. The compression of her breasts against mine left a lasting memory.

She said, "I'm glad to finally meet you in person. Clay has told me so much that I think I know you."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Daria. I've seen you at the café several times, but you were always very busy."

"Please have a seat. What can I offer you to drink?"

"I'll just have a beer if you have one."

She smiled and walked to the kitchen. I looked around the apartment and noticed several unexpected items. The high quality of the furniture was amazing. She had many objects of art and several impressive original paintings. The rug was oriental and most likely hand woven from someplace like Iran or Turkey. For a waitress, this made we wonder. She must have other sources of income. Clay and Rich never mentioned any of this.

Daria returned with a tray of small sandwiches, veggies and beer.

"Here you go, Clint. There are several different kinds of sandwiches. Hope you like them."

I relaxed on the sofa with a small plate of these delicious tidbits. The beer was very cold, but I sipped it slowly. It was not the time for me to be light-headed. Daria sat beside me and nibbled on veggies and sipped a beer. Her hands and nails were lovely. Her smiles delightful. She was one beautiful woman with a great personality.

"I'm delighted you could come, Clint. Your two brothers have been great lovers, and I'll bet you are too." She reached for my leg and stroked it while sliding closer for a kiss. Her blue eyes met mine as she bent in to find my lips. Hers were very soft and lightly coated with a fragrant lip balm of some type. We kissed. Wow, did we kiss. I had kissed maybe six girls in my dating life. None were like Daria.

As we locked lips, she eased her tongue into my mouth. Dueling tongues was a new feeling for me, but my cock seemed to like it. She unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper to let me find some relief. Suddenly, her tongue withdrew, and she looked down. "Jesus Christ! You're huge. Damn, Clint. What do you feed that thing?"

I smiled and replied, "I thought all men were like me."

"Not on your life. Hold on a second." She walked quickly to the kitchen while I stroked junior to keep him alert.

"Let me measure that monster." She took me in hand and laid the ruler beside it. "That's almost twelve inches. Clint, you're a man's man. I've never had one like this. The length is one thing, but the circumference is another. Stand up for me. Wow, your sack hangs like a bull." She reached for my dangling scrotum and sucked one of the balls into her mouth.

Inside my brain, my ego laughed. I was bigger than my brothers. What about that. For some reason, I felt like a man in charge and no longer the little brother. This supercharged my confidence.

I laid Daria face down across my lap and ran my hand up the leg of her shorts to find that object of all men's desires. She spread her legs to give extra room. No panties! Her wet vagina seemed to welcome my attention as she raised her bottom to let me rub her clit area. I must have found her treasure. She jumped, moaned and her body quivered. I could feel a warm liquid running on my hand but had no idea it was her ejaculating. I assumed it was pee.

After a few wild moments, she relaxed and caught her breath. "Clint, let's take a shower so I can freshen up." She took me to the master bathroom and started the water to let it warm before shedding her clothing. I couldn't help but admire her bubble butt and flawless tanned skin. Although I'd seen her naked in the barn, seeing her beauty up close was stimulating. Her nipples were hard and ready to be suckled.

We entered the shower and she cuddled into me, her body begging for attention. Being some seven or eight inches taller than she, our kisses were a little awkward. I stood behind her and cupped her breasts and tweaked her tits. She leaned her head back on my neck and told me how good my hands felt. I learned great lessons that day about erotic breast massage.

Daria stroked my cock the entire time I held her in the shower. I softly nursed her nipples and tweaked her clit as we soaked. There was a seat built into the shower. I sat and pulled her body to me. She held the back of my head as I licked her shaved pussy. That was my first time to lick a lady and my cock could barely keep from rupturing.

Without any warning, she screamed and flooded my face with her pee, or so I thought. She later explained that was her equivalent of ejaculation and that it was actually fluid from another gland in her body.

She dropped to the floor of the shower and asked me to raise my legs. To my shock, Daria licked my asshole, going so far as putting a pointed tongue inside. That was a totally new feeling for me. But that was just the beginning. She put some soap on her fingers and penetrated me as deep as her fist. I realized she was trying to massage my prostate. I relaxed until she found it. I erupted with a powerful spurt that almost reached the ceiling. Damn. That felt great.

I then remembered what she told Clay about getting the first one out of the way. She was planning to seriously fuck and I needed stamina.

After showering to remove the fresh cum, we dried and went to the bedroom. She got on her knees in the center of the bed, bringing back memories of that day when I was eight. I sat behind her, leaned in and licked her ass. With both hands, she pulled open her cheeks to give full access to as sexy a butthole as I could imagine. Using spittle, I inserted a finger into her rectum and stroked it back and forth while massaging her clit area. That set her off once again. I never imagined a woman could have so many orgasms in such a short time.

Daria needed a breather. I wrapped her naked body against me and we rested. Her breathing gradually changed and I realized she was asleep.

***

We had dinner at a Howard Johnson's that evening. She wore a loose pair of black culottes and a lovely purple blouse. I had packed an extra western shirt and wore an almost new black Stetson. As we entered HoJo's she commented, "You're the new Marlboro man. My goodness, what a handsome cowboy. Every woman in this restaurant is watching you walk in."

Dinner was good as always and we talked about ourselves. She said, "I was born in Austin and grew up mostly with my aunt. Mom had some legal problems so my aunt, Mary Ruth, gave me a great home. Cheryl, who you've not met, is my cousin but I call her my sister since we were raised together. After graduating from high school, I went to junior college and got a two-year degree in hospitality. After working a year in a hotel, I decided to work as a server since the money was so much better."

I said, "I'm not surprised. You must get big tips."

"Yes, very good tips. I flirt with the men and endure a few pats on my butt. The women are also generous but I'm not sure why. Now tell me all about Clint."

"I'm boring. I grew up on the ranch and tended to the cattle and helped with all the normal work it takes. I graduated when I was 16 from high school and am going to the Virginia Military Institute. I'm in my second year and plan to join the military when I graduate."

"Do you enjoy sex, Clint?"

"I do with you. I'm very new to it, as you know."

"I have several girlfriends that are sex-starved for one reason or another. Some are in business leadership roles, some are servers, some are friends from days working at the hotel. It's not safe for women to sleep with men they don't know well. The bar scenes are dangerous and it's hard for them to meet good men. But they want and need sex. Would you be willing to entertain them on weekends in my apartment? I would be there most times but may not be on occasion."

"The only problem I see is how to avoid being charged with sexual assault or rape when only the woman is there with me."

"I'll take care of that. I'll have them sign a waiver and consent form and photograph them signing it. After I describe my sex with you, they'll have no problem consenting."

"Sounds good. What's the age range of these women?"

"Most are in their twenties or thirties. A couple of the businesswomen are in their forties or fifties. Some are a bit overweight but not much."

"Okay, but I won't do anything illegal."

She replied, "Good. I'll also talk to Clay and Rich to see if they would like to help."

I replied, "I'm sure they would if they're in town."

***

Back at the apartment, Daria asked if she could take a few photos of me in various positions so she could show her friends their future sex partner. She had just purchased a newly announced Minolta SRT-101 camera with various lens and was anxious to try it out.

The first shots were of me fully dressed wearing my Stetson. My clothes then came off a piece at a time for the camera. When down to my birthday suit, Daria sucked my cock until it was hard as a rock and throbbing with pressure. She took lots of photos of me and an erect junior in various poses.

I quickly undressed her and buried my face in her pussy for more training. She took a position on her knees with her bum in the air. When she spread her knees, I knew what to do. Home sweet home was ready to welcome me. I kneeled behind and massaged her vulva before asking, "Can I put on a condom?"

"No need. I just finished my period a couple of days ago and am safe this weekend. Just lube that monster and let's try to use it."

Just to warm her up (and me too), I leaned in and licked her ass while rolling her clit hood in a circular motion. Her breathing became labored and then urgent. Deciding it was time, I positioned junior in her pussy opening and slowly pushed. Although there was bountiful lubrication from K-Y and her body, my cock struggled for space. She tried leaning forward and spreading her knees as wide as possible. That helped, but not enough.

"Clint, just stay still and let me do the work. I think we can do it."

After working in and out an inch at a time, her body finally found the needed space and I was all the way in. She wanted to rest a moment. Daria looked at me over her shoulder and smiled. "Damn, that hurt. But it now feels so good. Are you okay?"

I replied, "Yes, but it's a tight fit."

She reached underneath her crotch and found my dangling sack. She pulled gently and that's when I felt it coming. My auto reflex was to insert a finger in her bottom. I had no control and began withdrawing and thrusting junior as my orgasm approached. She moaned and continued to pull on my testicles and rubbing them against her clit as the piston action went out of control. I filled her tunnel to the brim and then some while she screamed her orgasm to a climax. Water again shot from her pussy. She cried.

Her tears turned serious, and I thought I'd hurt her. "Daria, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." I withdrew my semi-flaccid tool and walked to find a towel.

As I tried to dry the sheet, she looked at me and said, "Don't apologize for giving me the best sex possible. Those were tears of happiness. Sure, it hurt a bit, but the feeling of fullness and the throbbing of your cock as your orgasm approached is unmatched. I've never had any feeling like that. My husband was a great lover and we had several years of happiness and sexual bliss. But your body is like I imagine as the Greek god of love, Eros. You have a real gift for pleasing a woman."

Now exhausted, we changed the sheets and mattress pad before crashing. She cuddled her back into my body and I massaged her breasts as we fell asleep.

***

I woke with a full bladder around 4:00am. Returning to bed, I laid beside her and admired her body. Having nothing much to compare it to, I was intrigued. Her nipples were just perfect and topped very supple breasts that sagged under their weight as she slept. Her eyes, lips and neck were beautiful. Her breathing was regular. She was sleeping soundly. But as I reached for her pussy, she opened her eyes and said, "Hey lover. That feels good."

We talked about how sex felt and its importance to a well-balanced life. She told me how desperate she was for wholesome, clean sex until she took a chance and approached Clay. He fulfilled her immediate need and Rich also helped but the real stud of the family was me. "You have the least experience, but your instincts are spot on. Only you inserted a finger in my butt at the perfect time. That feeling turned a normal orgasm into a head explosion of emotions. No other man has done that."

I asked, "Do women like to have fingers in their rectum."

"Not everyone, but I do. There are thousands of nerve endings around the sphincter muscles. Having them massaged feels very good to me. The way to tell if a woman is receptive, just gently rub her anus with a lubricated finger. If she likes it, you'll know. Of course, you can always ask and she may tell you. But then, many women have never had a man finger their rectum, so they don't know if they like it or not."

"And licking it along with licking your pussy is just fine?"

"Oh god, yes. Every woman likes that feeling. When a woman's clit is hard, that means she's excited. That's the woman's equivalent of an erection. A man's mouth and tongue lightly licking and sucking on an erect clit is like heaven for a woman. Only very ignorant or extremely religious women won't let a man go down on them. They think it's a dirty or forbidden act. But I think it's God's gift to women and men to encourage reproduction."

"Do some women like to be fucked in the ass?"

"Some do. My mother does and Rich did her that weekend your brothers came over. I don't because my sphincter muscles are not loose enough. It really hurts me to have more than two fingers in. That's something you definitely need to ask the woman before trying it."

I asked, "And what about nursing or sucking her nipples?"

"Oh my goodness, that feels so good. When a baby nurses, that builds a bond of love and dependence between them. When a grown man nurses, the bonding happens again and that act draws the two lovers into one. Passion builds from that and sex is hotter."

I said, "You seem to like doggie position. Is that your favorite?"

"I do like it but I also like missionary as long as the man's full weight isn't pressing me down. I also like to be on top facing the man so I can see his expressions and having his cock curving into my g-spot. Some women prefer the reverse direction, facing his feet, because they think the man's view of their butt makes them cum quicker and stronger."

"What's a g-spot?"

"Okay, here's more training for you. Put your fingers in my pussy and curl two of them up to touch the back of my mons. The mons is the puffy mound above my clit where hair grows. Now the g-spot is there, behind the mons and it's a center of pleasure and is actually the back part of the clit. Most women have orgasms when their g-spot or clit is rubbed by the erect penis, not by the simple insertion of the erect cock into the vagina. There. You found it. Yeoh, that feels good.

"Its location will vary from woman to woman, but all have it. Now here's also what you need to know. An aggressive massage of the g-spot will often cause a woman to spray a fluid which comes from the Skene's gland. Let me show you something. Get the flashlight out of the bedside table."

I found it and switched it on.

"Now look at this." She spread open her labia for me to see inside her pussy. "Here is where my urine comes out, the urethra. This is just like the one at the end of your penis, just not as long. Now, look at the small depressions, one on each side of the urethra. Those are the Skene's glands. They are named for the doctor who discovered their importance. They generate a fluid that is stored in small pockets inside me, similar to small bladders. When a woman gets very excited, she can ejaculate the fluid from the glands and it comes out of the urethra, just like urine does."

I asked, "But not all women eject that fluid?"

"That's right. I often do but I'm probably unusual. When my orgasms are very powerful, I almost always ejaculate some liquid."

"That's good to know. Now tell me about your clit. I'm so ignorant."

"You're not ignorant, Clint. You have done exactly what I want so far. The clitoris is very sensitive, and most women don't like it to be touched directly. It's better to massage it indirectly. Let me show you. See the little pink ball when I spread the lips? That's my clit. When I release the lips, the clit tucks itself under the protective skin that covers it. That's my clitoral hood. Now give me your fingers and I'll show you how to massage it."

She took my hand and, with hers on top, rubbed the clit hood in circular patterns using light pressure. "Perfect," she said. "That's the way to do it."

After that lesson, she tucked her body into mine and we fell asleep as I massaged her breasts.

Chapter 4

Following my training session with Daria, I returned to the ranch a new person. I had a confidence that could only come from praise by a beautiful and very sexy lady. I told my brothers what happened without getting into the superior size of my erection. Their egos could well be destroyed, I joyfully imagined.

Clay said, "It seems that Daria has finally told us what's going on. She has a bunch of sex starved women friends that are worried about their safety. I can see that. Many are likely divorced or have been betrayed by scumbags. Some are single and fear dating. Some may be in a lesbian relationship but are curious about men as sex objects."

I replied, "She told me about a couple of rich business executives that don't want or need a long-term relationship. They only need casual sex every now and then as a emotion booster. She said it helps them avoid any scandals that could hurt their reputation and careers."

Clay said, "This is starting to sound like she's been doing this for a while. If she already has these women lined up, we're not the first guys involved. Maybe others are doing it now and she's just booking us as needed for her clients."

I replied, "You mean that we're just dicks on call. That would explain a lot of things I've noticed."

Rich said, "It's interesting that she took a lot of photos to show her friends. I guess she will want me and Clay to also pose. She probably has a whole catalog of available dicks."

Clay replied, "Daria is probably charging these women some amount based on their ability to pay. She's finding women who need sex, but she's doesn't need to give us any of the "finder's fee" money. We do it for fun and the women get their kicks by have great sex while knowing what's going on. A small fee is nothing to them. She's pimping us and maybe other guys."

"You're probably right," Rich replied. "But the joke is on her because we're willing to fuck women for the fun and don't want or need the money."

I said, "So nobody is losing. The police could care less since these fees aren't coming to us men. We are not male prostitutes. Daria is just charging for her referral services."

Clay replied, "Right. And if we never learn what's going on between these women and Daria, we're in the clear. All we really know is that these women come to us asking for sex and we help them out."

Rich said, "So we're agreed. We don't ask Daria or any of the women about their arrangements. That is none of our business."

***

We heard nothing from Daria for about three weeks. Since the ranch was taking most all our time with hay harvesting, hunting coyotes, repairing fences, and maintaining the equipment, we had no time for her "friends."

One night, she called and asked to speak to me. She said that a lady friend was coming to town in three days and would I spend the night with her? She was staying at a very nice hotel in Odessa and would like me to come to her room. I agreed and she said she would let me know the room number and time.

I immediately told my brothers. They suggested I get the woman to sign a consent form just for our safety.

The afternoon of the woman's arrival, Daria called me with the information promised. I arrived a few minutes early, so I waited in the lobby until the time.

Her room door was answered by an elegant lady that appeared to be in her early fifties. She smiled and invited me in. This was a suite with a very nice seating area, small kitchen and a separate bedroom. I later learned that there were beers in the fridge and a nice food tray with small sandwiches and veggies.

"Hi Clint. My name is Alison. Very nice to meet you."

"It's my pleasure, Alison. Have you had a good trip so far?"

"As far as business trips go, not bad. I'll be here for a few days. Daria suggested that you could relieve some of the stress of travel."

"I'll do my best. You are a very sexy lady with an elegance I rarely see." And I was telling the truth.

"Oh my. You must have kissed the Blarney stone. I'm just an older lady looking for a good time."

She wore a very nice silk blouse and navy-blue slacks. Her hair style was perfect, a bouffant that flattered her facial features.

I reached for her hand, and she came to me. She studied my face. We kissed. I took a chance and opened my lips just a bit to invite her tongue to visit. That set off a tongue dual while her hand was fumbling with my trousers. As I now think back, this was the fastest a woman has moved from shaking my hand to reaching for my cock.

As we kissed, I unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts were supported by a black lace bra. She reached around and unhooked it while I massaged both orbs through the lace cups. She looked into my eyes and I could see a real woman, not young but with nothing to hide. She smiled and unzipped my pants. I was commando and junior flopped out when the door opened.

She looked down and back up to me. All she said was, "Wow."

As her bra came off in my hands, she whispered, "Let's slow down, cowboy. I want to enjoy every moment."

We sat on the sofa with her leaning back in my arms. I softly massaged her natural breasts. While not as firm or perky as they surely were years ago, they were still sexy with dark brown nipples. She studied my face and then closed her eyes as I rolled a nipple between my fingers. Her breathing was normal at first. But that soon changed.

She unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her slacks before reaching in to rub herself. After a few moments, I asked "Can I take over down there?" She opened her eyes and smiled as she nodded.

Alison opened her legs just a bit as I slipped my right hand under the elastic of her panties and down past her mons to find her treasure. She was very wet and moaned when I brushed by her clit and inserted two fingers inside. Using my thumb to lightly rub her clit hood as my fingers worked their magic in Alison's vagina, her excitement built as expected.

Her rapid panting for air evolved to a body-shaking orgasm. Her eyes were locked onto mine as her body convulsed. This was not as wild as Daria's orgasm but was still intense and very satisfying to her. After I withdrew my hand, she turned in my arms for another deep kiss. I enjoyed her passionate kisses.

She stood and said, "Clint, I'm going to shower. Join me if you'd like." After walking to the bathroom, I watched through the open door as she undressed. Her legs were amazing for her age. There were no varicose veins and the muscles were firm, not anything like I saw that day when I was eight. If you didn't know better, you'd swear she was in her thirties. Even her buttocks were firm. I undressed and walked to join her.

Alison was soaking and soaping herself when I joined her. She smiled and turned to allow me under the shower head. She applied soap all over my body, spending extra time on my crotch. I could tell she was fascinated with my penis and trying to get it hard, but it didn't work. I turned her toward the shower door and lathered her back and crotch, which she seemed to enjoy. She said, "I haven't showered with a man in many years. Did Daria tell you that I'm married?"

Well, that was a surprise. "No, I didn't know."

"My husband doesn't pay any attention to me, and we no longer sleep together. I'm sure he's banging a younger woman from his office. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of a divorce. I'm the primary breadwinner and am not going to split my financial assets with him. He can fuck as many young whores as he wants. I'll do the same thing with handsome young cowboys. Screw him."

I replied, "I understand. I'm sorry that happened to you."

"I'm not," she replied. "I have a daughter who's thirty-one. She's happily married and has two children. I spend time with them as my schedule allows. My husband hardly ever sees them. I sometimes wonder how many children he's fathered over the last ten years."

As we dried our bodies, I realized that I was in well over my head. I wasn't a psychologist and the situation she described demanded one. This lady was hurting, and this weekend was her chance to get away from it, if only for a little while. It was my duty to help her.

She laid on the bed and I joined her. We were naked. She turned toward me and smiled. I quietly asked, "May I lick your clit?"

That surprised her. She replied, "I suppose. I've never had someone do that."

I moved between her spread legs. The soapy fragrance of her crotch gave me a flowery welcome. The next ten minutes resulted in her intense orgasm as I massaged and licked her clit hood and used two fingers to find her g-spot. Daria's training was perfect. Alison knew about g-spots but had never had hers massaged like that. I didn't touch her anus this early in our weekend.

After her hot orgasm, she turned onto her stomach and asked me to take her from behind. I spread her legs and worked my erection into her crotch, finally aligning and slowly entering. To my surprise, she wasn't near as tight as Daria and I slipped in with little resistance. She rubbed her clit from underneath as I slowly fucked that sweet pussy. It took several minutes for her next orgasm to come. It was a full body shake-down when it did. I needed to cum and withdrew just after her final spasm to eject all I had on her back. She laughed, then turned and said, "I forgot to tell you. I've gone through menopause so you can cum in me."

"Oh, that's good. I wasn't sure and didn't want to guess. Did my erection hurt you?"

"Not much. I have a large dildo that's just about your size. Am glad I use it occasionally. But, I much prefer your warm penis to that plastic stick. Young man, you deliver a ton of excitement to women."

I brought a wet hand towel to clean her back. We crawled under the covers. She snuggled her back and ass into my chest and took my cock in her hand. With her help, junior was hard in just a moment. She guided it into her slick vagina. There it rested as we fell asleep.

***

Alison and I took another shower and dressed for dinner. She suggested a local steakhouse that I'd been to only once. It was an expensive place most locals used only for special occasions. She had made a reservation, and our table was ready upon arrival.

After placing our orders, she said, "I'm intrigued by you, Clint. Why do you entertain ladies as you do?"

"I've got a great interest in women and how best to entertain them. I'm almost nineteen and ladies are teaching me more than I could learn anywhere else. And it's fun. Where else could I get such a great education on sex?"

Alison said, "I don't know Daria. She's a friend of a friend of mine and I learned about you and your brothers that way. Your reputation is a subject of whispered secrets between many women, it seems. There are plenty of women like me who are in bad relationships or are widows or divorcees. All of us need the comforts of a man every so often but aren't looking for anything permanent. Is it true that you don't charge for your services?"

I thought quickly and replied, "Is that what you've heard?"

"Yes, from the friend of Daria."

I replied, "That's true. If I charged ladies for this, I would be the same as a prostitute and the police would lock me up. Before we began servicing ladies, we consulted with the police. They were okay with it as long we didn't get paid. According to them, we are two consenting adults and that's all."

"Would it be okay for me to refer ladies to you?"

"I suppose, especially if they are as sexy as you," I replied.

She smiled and said, "The manager of my office here is a divorcee, about 32, and is reluctant to begin dating again. Her husband became an alcoholic and abused her. I think an arrangement with you or your brothers would be ideal for her. She has no children and only a couple of good friends locally. But she's a damn good manager and I could easily see her running this company after I retire."

"I'd be happy to help her."

"I have a meeting and dinner with her tomorrow afternoon. Could you stay long enough to meet her? If you give me the okay, I could tell her about our date and see if she might be interested. We're supposed to meet in the bar at 4:00."

"I could but I need to leave right after that."

"Here's my card. Give me a call when you can and I'll let you know. Her name is Malissa and she's from Puerto Rico."

"I will." Our steaks were fantastic. I like a ribeye medium rare, and the grill master cooked it spot on. I insisted on paying my share of the check and she reluctantly accepted.

That evening, we laid in bed and talked. For a long time. I learned much more about her and her company, how it all started, about her daughter and grandchildren. She was obviously and deservedly proud of her business success but regretted all the time it took to manage it.

I shared my history, all 18 years of it, in just a few sentences. She was very interested in my decision to join the military after VMI. Her father spent 20 years in the Navy and was in the Pacific during WWII.

We concluded the day with her riding me in cowgirl position. That was obviously fun for her. She laughed several times between the moans, grunts and pants. After her last spasm, I filled her with many spurts of cum that went deep into her vagina. As she rolled off, I caught the escaping sperm with a hand towel. She took another shower before we crashed.

***

I woke before Alison and took a shower. There was a small coffee maker in the kitchen so, at least, we had some piss poor coffee to help shake off the night. I watched the early news on the TV in the sitting room until she woke.

I supposed she took another shower and applied her makeup before dressing. She looked great when the bedroom door finally opened.

"Hey cowboy," she said with a smile. "I don't know about you, but I slept like a rock. But my girly parts are sore this morning. You're cock is amazing."

"Sorry I hurt you. I get too excited sometimes and forget to take it easy on a lady."

She asked, "Was it a dream or did you give my vulva a thorough massage during the night?" I must have looked embarrassed but then she smiled.

"Alison, I apologize if I violated you in any way."

"Clint, don't ever apologize for the way you make love to a woman. Very few women would complain. You would be in their dreams, in fact. Today, I want your tongue to work its magic between my legs. Also, if you don't mind, explore my rectum with your finger. I love anal play but haven't had it since I was dating in high school."

We ordered breakfast via room service. Their coffee was robust and what it should be.

For the rest of the day, I was either nose deep in her vulva or finger deep in her bowels. After her next two orgasms, I nursed her tits and used two fingers to find her g-spot. She then spent several minutes licking and sucking junior. Her lipstick colored him red. It was a fun afternoon, with two naked humans having fun being at ease with each other.

***

Down at the bar, we waited for Malissa who arrived on time. I was surprised at how beautiful she was. Like many from PR, her skin was a light brown, her hair black and her eyes dark. She was very fit and had facial features to die for. She greeted Alison with a big hug, not seeming to notice me.

"Malissa, I want you to meet Clint. We're new friends that I met here yesterday."

Malissa smiled and greeted me with a proper handshake. We moved to a table and ordered drinks. I stayed only a few minutes. When Alison stood to give me a farewell hug, I whispered "Yes" to her. She smiled and I left. It would be another year before I saw her again. Malissa has three therapy sessions with Clay over the next month. He told me that she was the best lover yet.

***

As summer ended, only Clay had given more "therapy" sessions than me. Daria kept me busy. I prepared for my return to VPI in early September. Most of my needed clothes and supplies were already stored in Lexington. This was 1967, well before women were allowed at the school. That meant I would spend many lonely nights studying, even on weekends. Or so I thought.

Shortly after classes began, I received a message to call the finance office and speak with Janet. After classes that day, I called and she asked me to come in to discuss a possible scholarship opportunity. That surprised me. I'd not applied for any financial help. With my family's finances in good shape, I knew I couldn't qualify.

I knocked at her door in the main admin building a little after 5:00. It appeared that many of the employees had left for the day. Janet was a lovely young lady, about 30 or so, and attractively dressed. She said, "Hi Clint, please come in."

"Hi Janet, nice to meet you. I don't think I've seen you before."

She replied, "I was only recently hired. I moved here from UT-Austin just a month ago. I was in their financial aid office for eight years. I understand you're from Odessa."

"That's correct. My family has a ranch near there. I'm surprised that a possibility of a scholarship might be available."

"Well, let me explain. I used a broad definition of the word to get you in here. One of my friends in Austin is a lawyer named Cheryl who you know."

I could feel my face flush as I could see where this was going. I replied, "Actually, I've never met Cheryl, but I know of her. My brothers know her."

"She told me about your brothers' special therapy techniques. I find that interesting. What can you tell me?"

"I'm not exactly sure how it all started. Cheryl has a cousin, Daria, who came on to my brother Clay at a café where she works. She invited him for a picnic, and they ended up have sex. It grew from there. We found that there are many women who want sex but not the baggage that comes with boyfriends, dating, bars and emotional ups and downs."

Janet replied, "That's right. As humans, we all need sex for our emotional stability. I'm not against have a lasting relationship with a man. But I'm not looking for that guy right now. I just want sex with a man I can trust. Are you interested in helping me?"

"Is the fact that you're part of the school's administration and I'm a student here a legal barrier?"

She replied, "I've looked into it and found the only prohibition is when the student is a minor. There's no problem with staff socializing with the older students. We'd be socializing, wouldn't we?" We both grinned.

I replied, "Just to put everything on the table, I'll need you to sign a consent form that confirms your agreement to our activities and that nothing was coerced and that no money is being exchanged."

"I understand and that's no problem," she replied. "I've been thinking about you the last few days. Your photo on file doesn't do you justice, Clint. You're a gorgeous man and I'm getting excited just talking to you."

She stood and locked her door before approaching my chair. "Can I show you what I bring to our arrangement?" She removed her sweater and raised the cups of her bra. What a beautiful sight. Her breasts weren't huge, but their large puffy areola were dark brown and the nipples seem to know my name. They were as sexy as any I'd seen. Junior noticed as I lightly kissed a nipple.

Janet straddled my leg and offered her tits as my treat. I suckled and rolled them with my tongue. She held the back of my head and forced my face to her breasts. After a few moments, she reached for my zipper to unleash the beast. Janet reached inside, pulled him out and smiled.

She kneeled on the floor between my legs and went to work. She turned and said, "If you like what you see, can we do a therapy session Saturday night?"

I leaned over and kissed her. She was a great kisser.

"I like it. Where and what time?"

"My apartment at 6:00pm. I'll cook dinner for us."

"See you then." She handed me a card with her address and phone number. I helped her dress. As I turned to leave, she stopped me with another lingering kiss. I had to rearrange junior to keep him comfortable.

This was a day I'd never forget for several reasons. Returning to my dorm room, I found a letter from my parents. It was a birthday greeting and a check for $30,000. A note from Dad said he and Mom had decided to distribute the income from the oil to us boys and to the full-time ranch hands. I called them that evening and learned I'd be getting a check every three months from the oil revenue. Life was great.

***

During my second year at VMI, Janet and I had six therapy sessions. Each was very exciting and different. Junior didn't object.

Janet told me that Cheryl encouraged her to write a serial story for one of the major men's magazines. Her plan was to describe each of our sessions, one per issue, but changing all the names, dates and locations. Her pen name was carefully chosen. She asked me to proofread and comment on each account before submission. I was amazed by her detailed account and the raw emotions she described. The publisher was thrilled and paid her handsomely for each episode.

Janet wanted to experiment with bondage, having never tried it. We spent all day one Sunday with her tied to a bed and me fucking her using as many positions as we could imagine. Both junior and her vagina were sore for several days. Even forty years later, I remember that day. Over the next two years, we did bondage scenes three times in different ways.

It was late in the school year, and our last therapy session was on a Sunday, as usual. Janet called me earlier that week to ask if I would agree for her to invite another woman to participate. Since I'd never been in a threesome, I agreed.

Arriving at Janet's apartment, I was introduced to Jasmine, a very pretty black woman. I know she was in her prime years but couldn't tell how old she was. Jasmine was a high school teacher in Lexington, was married but separated from her husband. She was the first black woman I'd ever fucked, but she wouldn't be the last.

We had lunch prepared by the ladies. It was memorable as both women wore very sexy and revealing lingerie. Jasmine had impressive breasts and their natural bounce as she walked drove me and junior into a state of perpetual readiness.

After cleaning the kitchen, we adjourned to the bedroom, stripped and fucked for five hours, almost nonstop. Jasmine had a very spacious vagina that easily took junior for a walk. I was surprised when she asked me to fist her. Only twice in my many years has a woman asked me to do that. This lady could easily take my whole hand and half of my forearm into her depths. Janet watched carefully and cheered her friend on as orgasm after orgasm raged. Jasmine was all over the bed with whole body spasms when I licked her clit. When she called timeout, Janet slid under me for a vigorous pounding.

Much to my surprise, Jasmine laid next to Janet and offered me her breast to suckle as I worked. The black nipple was thick and its rubbery feel in my mouth was sweet. I realized that she was lactating, and I was sucking her milk. That blew my mind and I blew my load thinking about it.

Although Janet enjoyed being eaten like most women, her orgasms usually came from rubbing her clit while junior explored the upper end of her vagina. Every day I was with her, Janet had at least three orgasms. Her perspiration flowed at the end of our therapy session as if she had been exercising in a gym.

Jasmine went home at 6:00pm to relieve her babysitter. Turned out that she had two small children in addition to her absent husband.

I stayed on until 9:00 and made it to the dorm just a few minutes before curfew. As usual, I was exhausted. Monday morning calisthenics and drill practice came much too soon.

***

Over the next two years, I was fortunate to have therapy sessions with seven clients, Janet being the most frequent. The ladies contacted me through various ways and means. All were referred by previous clients. Only one had a problem with a boyfriend. The poor woman had a problem with talking in her sleep. Her lover heard everything but my name and address it seemed. At her next session, she told me the story. She had already broken up with the guy so she wasn't concerned. This lady was one of only two who could deep throat junior. She also tried several times to take him up her back door. He was just too much.

The other woman that left a lasting memory attended a local women's college. She was the sister of another client. Amber was twenty-one, tall with dark red hair and cute freckles. She claimed to like boys as well as girls and wanted rough sex from me. She made it clear from the beginning that she wanted to be dominated and spanked. After dinner one evening, we went to a hotel. After closing the door, she was like a wildcat. Never had I seen a woman strip her clothes so quickly. When naked, she lay across my lap and demanded a hard spanking. Amber massaged her clit hood the entire time I slapped her bottom. I felt bad about her red bottom but that's what she wanted. Her orgasm came quickly. As she trembled, she turned and kissed me as passionately as any woman had ever done.

After watching a TV show, she demanded to be fucked hard. It was my pleasure. My erection fit nicely as I filled a condom to overflowing.

We slept soundly that night until about 4:00am. I heard her going to pee and followed her. She left the bathroom door open. When she finished and saw me, she offered to help me pee. I laughed and said I really didn't need help. She pouted and claimed that I'd hurt her feelings. My over extended bladder lost the argument. Amber grabbed junior with both hands and used him like a water hose as I let it fly. She laughed and said, "God, I wish I could pee like this."

I reached between her legs to finger her crotch and said, "I don't. You're perfect just the way you are." I had two other therapy sessions with her but I still regret the cherry red bottom she demanded.

***

In 1971, I graduated and entered the US Army. After training for three months, I left for my first tour in Germany near Stuttgart. The German ladies were more proper and reserved than Americans. During my two years there, I never had a sexual encounter. It was available, for a price of course, but I never was that desperate.

Additional tours in various European countries were more interesting. The most willing and experienced women I found were in The Netherlands, France and Italy. For the price of a nice dinner and a good bottle of wine, a night of great sex could be had. Most were looking for an American husband it seemed. If given a choice I would gladly stay in Italy. The ladies were beautiful, extremely sexy and well educated. The three I managed to bed were amazing and loved long nights of non-stop sex.

I returned to the USA in 1983 and was stationed at the Pentagon. For the next eight years, my life was one pussy after another in and around Washington. That city is filled with women working for the government. They have plenty of money and little interest in getting married and having babies. However, they do like sex.

I retired from the Army in 1991, having never married, and moved back to the ranch in Odessa. My dad passed away in 1995. He was in a car accident and died from his injuries.

My brothers were both married with children. Clay had married Malissa, the woman from Puerto Rico, who was running Alison's company. Mom very much enjoyed being a grandmother. The oil wells were still producing, and many millions of dollars were in the ranch oil fund administered by Clay. I was chosen by the family to manage the ranch.

Rich mentioned one day that Daria was still in town and had never married. He had her phone number. I called her the next evening, and we talked for a long time recalling the old days. I took her out to eat the next evening. One thing led to another, and we married in 1998. She's still a lovely and very sexy lady, easily wearing me and junior down each night.

After our marriage, she confided in me the whole story of her network of friends and how it all worked. I may write that story in the near future. What she told me was almost unbelievable.

In 2001, we adopted a thirteen-year-old boy who was orphaned by the murder of his parents in a house robbery. We knew his parents, so it was a very easy decision. Daria assigned me the task of discussing the "birds and bees" with Bobby. I'm still dreading that. Maybe he'd like to learn how to do therapy with willing ladies.

The End