Liberation Day

Holly grew up in a small mid-western community, with old-fashioned values. This was an era before the internet when every youth on the planet had access to sexual information or pornography. And before the sexual revolution in the 70's.

The girls were taught that decent girls retained their virginity for their future husbands. Good girls did not "put out", in the parlance of the times. Some girls let the boys have "bare tit," but few let them get anywhere near their pussies. And even fewer went " all the way."

Such was the case in Holly's teenage years. She was one of the girls who let boys play with her tits. Holly had matured early. By the time she was 17, she had a woman's body and a woman's desire for male attention. She was a tall girl with a male-drawing figure and impressive breasts - 36 C's - which she loved to flaunt to tease the boys. The favored ones were allowed to fondle them bare.

Going away to college, she succumbed to "heavy petting," which included at the time letting young men finger her pussy. Some young women jerked off their boy friends. A few sucked them off. Holly never went that far, but was curious about sex and eager to get started with a husband.

In her senior year she met her future husband, Ken. He was a good catch, a pre-law student who would eventually take over his father's law firm in their home town. He was a shy young man and less experienced than Holly. She seduced him little by little. They got to the point of dry humping. She said she was saving herself for him. He was smitten. They got married upon graduation. They spent a honeymoon week in Bermuda.

On her wedding night, when Ken penetrated her, she felt a sharp pain as he pierced her hymen. She bled copiously. Alarmed, he pulled out, after just a few thrusts, which gave her hardly any pleasure. They showered together and went back to bed. In the middle of the night, he got an erection, woke her and they made love in the missionary position. He was considerate and held back as long as he could, but ejaculated before she was fully aroused. She felt a warmth flow through her body. It was a pleasurable feeling but she felt unfulfilled.

In the morning, cuddled together, he got another erection and he took her from the side. He caressed her breasts and prolonged his thrusts, which aroused her to moan as she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her body. She had her first vaginal climax, which triggered his ejaculation. They exchanged loving comments, took a short nap and showered together once again. She now felt fulfilled and thought she now knew what it meant to be a complete woman.

That evening they made love twice with a long interval between sex for pillow talk. She climaxed each time as they explored their bodies and tried different positions. The week went by with sex every night. She climaxed every time. She became more passionate and daring. She felt the compulsion one night to kiss and suck the head of his cock. He came in her mouth, which delighted her. She liked the taste of his cum. And liked the power of taking charge.

Over the years, their sex life proceeded in a natural pattern. Once a day. then a couple of times a week, then once a week and several times a month. She experienced menopause in her late forties. It did not diminish her sex drive much, but her husband took less and less interest in sex and often could not satisfy her.

By the time they reached their mid-fifties, she was the aggressor and demanded sex, and he developed an erectile dysfunction. He could get hard if she sucked or masturbated him, but hevhad difficulty reaching a climax. He eventually got bored with her ministrations and told her it was a waste of time. He wasn't getting anything out of having sex anymore. "But what about me," she asked.

For a while he fingered her when she felt randy, but he got bored with that, too. He never liked giving her oral sex, so she was faced with no sex for the rest of her life.

At this stage, Holly was a statuesque, strikingly sexy woman. She had put on some weight, which accentuated her hour-glas figure. Her breasts were heavy 38 D's, she had wide child-bearing hips and a round shapely ass. Many men had made passes at her, which she had rebuffed.

Taking stock, Holly had lived a comfortable life. Her husband gave her four children, now scattered to the winds. His income enabled them to have many luxuries. He was kind and considerate. He was a good husband and she loved him. But she had been missing something throughout her sex life. She climaxed easily, but sex with Ken was plain vanilla. She had not had the big "O" women talked about or done anything unconvential. Should she take a lover?

She had to talk about her dilemma to someone. The only one she trusted was her childhood friend, Linda, who was now a young widow living nearby in her family home. Linda was her best friend and she felt strongly she could confide in her. Linda told her she had three choices : pleasure yourself, use a sex toy or find a lover. Holly had pleasured herself since she was a young woman and discovered her clit but found mechanical devices demeaning. She wanted real sex. Linda told her:

"If you are hot to trot and careful you can meet a man anytime during the day. Ken would not be the wiser. Just tell him you are going shopping for a few hours. There is no man in the world that likes to go shopping with his wife. They all hate it. Let me think about it. I know the men in this town better than you."

A few days later, Linda called:

"I've got a guy to scratch your itch," she announced.

"What! Who is it?"

"Toby."

Holly was shocked.

" Toby, Toby. Are you nuts? He's your nephew, for God's sake."

"Calm down! Come over and let's talk about it. It is not as crazy an idea as you think.

Holly was livid and rushed over to Linda's home to get to the bottom of her crazy proposal. On the way, she tried to remember what she knew about Toby. He was the son of Linda's older and deceased sister. She had not seen him recently. He must be in his mid-forties. He was well over six-feet tall, so he was a height match. Rugged-looking guy. Muscular, not quite handsome. Some women would call him a hunk. She thought he was divorced. She also recalled he had dropped out of college and became a long-distance truck driver. He was a straightforward person, not one to mince words, but polite. Linda was like a big sister to him, and they confided in each other.

Linda explained that Toby was a very good fit for her. His divorce was granted on the grounds of incompatability and mental cruelty, a catch-all term commonly used by lawyers for quick decisions. His wife claimed he neglected her, since he was aware from home for extended periods of time. You never met Janey. She is a petite, shy person. The real reason they got divorced is that they are sexually incompatible. He's too big for her, if you get my drift, and he is too demanding in bed. He wore her out."

"That does not sound unusual. So, he has a strong sex drive. But why he would be interested in me and not a younger woman?" Holly asked.

"Your're a big woman. A better fit than Janey. You just need some loving and are not looking for romance. Besides, you can't get pregnant, so he doesn't have to fret about using a rubber. There wouldn't be any commitments involved."

Holly started weighing the pros and cons of becoming involved with Toby. She was suspicious there was more to the story.

"Linda, have you already talked to him about me?"

"Not specifically at first. I just told him I knew a good-looking married women whose husband wasn't giving her the attention she deserved. She wanted to get laid, with no strings attached. He said he would be interested in talking to you. He guessed you were the one I meant. He thinks your're hot."

Holly was irritated but saw no risk in talking to Toby. They at least knew each other. Coffee in the afternoon at Linda's was set up a few days later.

It was a hot August day, so Holly wore a loose-fitting, v-neck blouse and walking shorts. Plus sandals. Nothing eye-catching, but the blouse bulged outlining her large breasts. She wasn't trying to be sexy for a casual first meeting.

Right after they both arrived, Linda took her leave to go shopping. She told Holly to call her when they finished their chat. She wanted to know right away how it went.

After exchanging pleasantries, Toby was forthright.

"Aunt Linda told me about your problem with Ken. She thinks we would be good together. I do, too. You're a very desirable woman. Does he know about me?"

"Heaven's no," Holly exclaimed. "I am not even sure I want to be with you, but I'm flattered you like my looks."

"Definitely, I'd put my shoes under your bed any day. I 'd give you a good time, and I am good for two or three rounds. I'll be frank. I'm demanding. I expect a woman to follow my lead and use sexy talk. I really like it when a woman shows some initiative. How does that sound to you? "

Holly expected Toby to be plain-spoken but still was startled he was so candid. He left no doubt he wanted to go to bed with her. That was sure.

"Toby, I'm grateful for your honesty. I don't know if I can measure up to your expectations. I am talkative but I don't know about the sexy talk. I guess I can last as long as you want, but it is a long time since I had extensive sex. I am willing to give it a whirl. Strictly on the basis that you will stop, if I tell you I have had enough and there will be no hard feelings if we are not compatible."

"Fair enough. What about now?"

Holly was shocked. She had not considered this possibility. She had shaved her legs and underarms, and trimmed her pussy hair recently, but had not done more to prepare for sex other than to gargle with a mouth wash. What the hell, she thought. Why not go for it while he was interested. He could change his mind if she put him off.

"Now? Where? I'm not going to a motel. "

"Aunt Linda told me she would be gone for several hours. We can use her upstairs guest bedroom."

"That damn Linda, " Holly thought. "She had set me up perfectly."

"Okay, I'm game. Let's do it," she said.

Approaching the staircase they both had similar thoughts. Holly had focused on Toby's saying he could make love two or three times, which Ken had never done. And the thought of taking a large cock excited her. Her pussy was already wet and she would be ready to fuck him when they entered the bedroom. Toby had not had a woman in months. He was ready to fuck her quickly, without foreplay, if that is what she wanted.

The staircase was narrow; two people could not walk up it side-by-side.

Toby told her to go ahead of him.

"I want to watch your fine ass wiggle."

Those words aroused Holly even more. They were, she surmised, just a start of the sexy talk he would use. No man had used lewd language with her and she found it arousing. She gave her hips an extra wiggle going up the steps. Her ass was flacid and the cheeks moved provocatively with the extra motion.

Holly turned down the sheets of the double bed and step out of her scandals. Without saying a word, they turned to face each other and undressed hurriedly. Naked, Holly was a voluptuous, highly fuckable woman.

"You do not have to warm me up. I'm ready, " she told Toby in a lusty voice.

Stripped down, Toby was already semi-hard. He stroked himself to get fully erect.

"Do you think you can take this, Holly?"

She was mezmerized by the size of his cock. It was far longer and thicker than her husband's. She guessed it was about 8 inches. She didn't think she could close her fist around it. Her pulse quickened at the thought of his penetrating her. Still, she had a large, loose vagina through the birth of her children. She thought she would manage. The length was another matter.

"We'll have to find out," she said weakly.

"How do you want it," he asked.

Holly thought she'd better choose a position that was the most effective in receiving his cock.

"Like this," she showed him, flinging herself on her back, with her ass on the edge of the bed. She placed her hands on the back of her knees, raised her limbs towards her chest and opened them wide. Her pussy was exposed for perfect entry and as wide open as the lips could be to accomodate his thickness.

"Hurry up! Take me now" she urged.

Toby hadn't expected her to want to fuck so quickly. Her gaping, hairy pussy excited him, so he stroked his cock rapidly to its full length. With one hand, he guided the tip until he smoothly entered her juicy cunt. Then he braced himself with his hands and arms alongside her body and slowly entered her until he bottomed out. Her cunt walls adjusted and held him like a warm, silk glove.

Holly gasped when he first entered her and couldn't help blurting out:

"It's so big! It feels wonderful."

"I'm going to fuck you nice and slow. Tell me how you like it," Toby said.

He set a slow steady rhythm. Pulling out until the tip nearly left her pussy lips; then, after a pause, slowly plunging to the hilt. It was like he was teasing her. A roller coaster of emotions passed through her body. She was moaning and groaning and telling him:

"It feels so good. So goddamn good."

The surge towards her climax was building up rapidly. She dropped her limb, clutched his torso and shouted:

"Oh, Toooby! Oh, Toooby! Yeeees!"

Followed by a long aaaah as she climaxed.

Holly started to catch her breath and relax, when she perceived Toby's cock was still hard and moving at a faster pace. And she was still responding. "Can this be," she asked herself. "Am I going to cum again?"She had never had multiple climaxes. Ken had just ejaculated and that was that.

In roughly the same instance, Toby told her:

Your're hot as hell. Do you want to fuck some more?"

He was pretty sure she did, but wanted her to beg him.

Barely off the high of her climax, Holly felt her desire raising again. Without a second thought she besieged him:

" Yeah. Fuck me! Fuck me, Baby!"

Losing all inhibitions, she wrapped her legs around his torso, locked her ankles and grasped his shoulders. Wildly, she kissed his face and neck, and sought his mouth to French.

Toby thought: "Shit, she is really turned on. I bet if I make her cum now, I can squeeze out another cum from her before I drop my load."

"I'm going to give it really good to you now. Your pussy is on fire."

Rapidly he fucked her with short strokes. They

Frenched and he squeezed and mauled one of her tits.

Letting completely go, Holly screamed: "I'm cuuuuming! I'm cuuuming!"

Toby was on the brink himself, but reached down to pinch the base of his cock and stiffened his muscles to avoid ejaculating.

Pulling out, he ordered Holly to get on her knees. She was in a daze, her mind was numb, but she understood immediately and lithely assumed the doggy position, which was a standard position with her husband. She liked it because he could take her deeply that way.

Toby handeled her more roughly this time. He plunged so far inside her cunt that he hit her cervix, which made Holly jerk. At a rapid pace. with each down stroke, he took turns slapping each cheek of her ass hard. Her cheeks reddened and the flesh quivered.

Holly was on another wave to orgasm, when Toby announced: "Get ready! I'm cuming!"

"Yes, Yes! Cum in my pussy! I want to feel you spray inside me."

Within seconds, Toby exploded, shooting long streams of cum he had accumulated.. He grunted harshly and unleashed an unintelligible string of obscenities.

Holly was frantic to cum. She reached under herself to feverishly rub her clit. She climaxed with a high-pitched, piercing cry of joy. She collapsed. She was stretched full out, her body was trembling and she wss breathing raggedly.

Toby collapsed on top of her. She was a big woman, so she could bear his weight. He kissed her neck and talked to her gently:

"You were sensational. The finest piece of ass I've had in a long, long time."

"Oh, Toby. It was very good for me, too."

"Just very good?" he mocked her.

"Damn fucking amazing! I've never been fucked so thoroughly," she responded sincerely.

"When are going to do it again," she asked in earnest.

Toby told her his next truck run would end in about two weeks. Holly would ask Linda if they could meet at her home again.

Toby went first to take a quick shower, kissed her chastely on the cheek, patted her fleshy ass and departed.

Holly bundled up the tangled sheets and pillow cases soaked with the effluence of their body secretions: perspiration, pussy juice and cum, and spittle. She put them in Linda's washing machine, turned it on and took a hurried shower. Refreshed she called Linda:

"It's me," she said cheerfuly.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Linda asked

"It was great! You can come home now!" she replied.

Sharing a flask of iced tea, Holly said she should be angry Linda had set her up so readily, without giving her much time to think. Instead, she would be eternally grateful. She gushed:

"He's a real stud! I was never so aroused. I said things I never thought I'd say and had three glorious climaxes. The best I've ever had.

I feel totally uninhibited. I am a liberated woman."

"When are you two getting together again," Linda asked mischievously.

"With your help, in two weeks," she said.

Linda agreed to be their intermediary for future trysts at her home. She was very happy she could help her nephew and friend.

That is the unexpurgated version of what she told her granddaughter years later when she was asked: "Grannie, what was dating like for teenagers and adults when you were a girl?" She would have like to say: "As an adult, If the internet had existed, I would have found a fuck buddy the first time your grandfather refused to have sex." But she was too much of a lady to say that. Fortunately, she told herself, "I found a stud who fucked me as good as anyone I coild have found on the net."