When I Wish Upon A Star

It’s no secret that I’d love to have sex with a much, much older man. Reason? I have not a single clue, but something about it really turns me on. I think, maybe, that an elderly (60+) man would be a very skilled lover, and that he would have a wealth of experience behind him. There’s also an element of (and this will sound hideous) doing him a kindness. Why do I say that? Let me tell you a brief story. 

As I’ve said before, menopause comes early to women in my family. Once the hormones shut down, so does the sexual desire, and the elasticity in the vagina disappears to an extent. While a post-menopausal couple may still have sexual intercourse, it ceases to be a spontaneous event and needs planning…lubrication….and the man knows his wife is doing it for him, and that she really doesn’t have much sex drive if any anymore - another trick of nature. How do I know this? Because my mum and dad are living this hell on earth right now. Mum has told me, with much sadness and many tears that, “It just felt like I woke up one day and my sex drive had been switched off.” HRT merely resulted in large numbers of breast lumps which, fortunately turned out to be cysts. 

Since, thanks to a very long lecture on the subject from Tig, I know that men’s sex drive can remain constant from puberty to death, I figure that, well, maybe I might get my wish one day. Either way, masturbating, while Miss Brain conjures up a highly detailed fantasy of me being screwed by a 65-year-old has produced some very pleasant orgasms of late.

Similarly, at the other end of the scale, I’d love to be someone’s ‘first’. Male or female. I really don’t mind. When I say ‘first’, I mean giving someone their first orgasm at the hands (or mouth) of another. (Me!) I know, for example, and was truly surprised to discover, how many teenagers literally stray from the path through my woodland and have a cheeky wank out in the open. My wildlife cameras have captured boys and girls doing themselves in the cool, humid air of the woodland. It’s really horny to watch a teenage boy ejaculate, and watch the moment a girl’s face crumples up while her hand works furiously in her panties. 

I lend my horses to the riding school. It’s proved a mutually beneficial arrangement. They get ridden far more often than I can manage, which keeps them well trained, and the school have undertaken their day-to-day care for me. I get a buzz thinking about all those young girls having their early riding lessons on Emily’s gentle mare, swaying on her B-road back and finding out, like generations of teenage girls before them have, that horseriding brings more pleasures than you could possibly imagine. Only the other day, I was leading my mare round on a lunge reign while a 13-year-old girl was being instructed. It was the girl’s second riding lesson so we were only walking, but as we did, I saw her colouring up, and her lips parted. As we walked in a circle around the arena she suddenly lost her composure and I stopped Bessie immediately. Bu the time I got to her, it was clear the girl had cum in her Jodphurs. Another convert. 

I have darker fantasies too. Last night, for example, I got myself off to the thought of being strapped down in hospital restraints, legs, wrists above my head. Four men, standing around me were masturbating. They pulled my hospital gown up so they could see my panties which they then tugged down to my knees. One of them came on my tummy and I felt his semen running down my side. Another ejaculated right onto my vulva. Feeling his load ooze slowly between my lips and down between my legs was intoxicating. Then of the last two, one gently turned my head towards him and bade me open my mouth. He shot his load in there and I swallowed it. The last man came all over my face. Being used like that, with absolutely no regard for my own pleasure was terrifically erotic and arousing. One day, I shall make this scenario happen. 

Finally, there’s the one where I am stopped by the police. A routine check. He takes my license back to his car and while he’s doing whatever it is police officers do, I re-arrange my dress so that when he comes back, there’s a tiny white ‘V’ of panty, and he can easily see down the dress to one bra-less boob. He tries to be professional, but he simply can’t maintain it. I get lippy with him. Giving him sarcastic responses to his questions. ‘Have you been drinking tonight. Miss?” “Yes, officer. I’m pissed as a cunt.” He hauls me out of the car and makes me take a breath test which I do, but not before making it look like I’m giving the machine a blow job. I see him getting angrier and angrier. He knows what I’m doing, and he knows he can’t do a damn thing to stop me. “Why were you parked up in the lay-by?” “I was just about to masturbate, officer. Why? Would you like to watch?” I jam my hand down my panties. He pulls my arm hard and painfully so it comes right back out again. 

The next thing I know is I’m handcuffed behind my back and being frog-marched to his car. He opens the back door, but doesn’t bundle me inside. Instead he shoves my head down onto the seat. I feel my dress being flicked up over my back and my panties yanked down to my knees. Then he fucks me from behind. He is furious!  “You fucking women! You think you can flaunt sex at us and we mustn’t do anything about it?” He is livid, and the way he’s screwing me shows! “Well, not anymore! Do you have any fucking idea how many bitches I deal with who flash their tits or their cunt at me, daring me to do anything? Well fuck that! Fuck YOU! Not anymore! You fucking teasing cunts are gonna get everything you’re asking for.” 

It feels fabulous beyond words. The handcuffs hurt, since he’s twisted them, and he’s pounding me like I’m just a piece of meat. It feels amazing. 

It feels better still when he pulls out of me and simply shoves his full length, heavily lubricated by me, up my bum. It hurts like a cunt, and I love it! Instantly, I get that inevitable pre-orgasm feeling. I’m being raped, by a police officer, in the middle of nowhere….and I’m loving every depraved second of it. I feel him cum deep up my bum, and in return, I cum. 

Somehow, he knows the matter ends here. He knows it. I know it. 

I stand no chance of making this happen, but oh boy….if only I could!