I am what in Sweden is called an "old lass", the daughter who had to stay home and take care of the old parents. Like so many others I ended up unmarried and had to find my outcome on my own. My eldest brother inherited the farm. I got a small cottage in the village, though. My brother also let me use our mountain pasture as if it was mine. It is an old tradition in Dalecarlia to bring the cattle up in the hills in summertime. It takes only a few people to take care of the cattle and often an old lass is in charge with a few youngsters to help her. My pasture is the only one left in my village. It is a nice place in a valley with a pond with crystal clear water. By midsummer the water gets warm and I like to swim and sunbathe.
That summer of –53 I was not old for being an old lass, only in my late thirties. I am not overly good-looking but not that ugly either. And I can't have babies. I am very pleased with my heavy breasts, which bounce nicely when let them free. I also like my thick dark pussy hair, a real bush. The men like to entangle their fingers in it and comb it and I like the tickling from it. And of the promise of what will come.
But what I like best is my wide hips. My men can rest on them very comfortable and I like to have their heaviness on top of me. The best thing is a slender man with narrow hips. He can rest in great comfort between my hipbones and if his cock is long and in my pussy I feel like in heaven.
I really like my body. It has matured nicely over the years. Maybe my belly is more rounded and my ass has become a little meaty. But I have found that men like a big ass as long as it is firm and muscled. And mine is.
Yes, men. An old lass don't have to be without men but in a rural village you have to be careful. I have laid most of the men in my village and quite a few others. I usually take them after they have got married. Then they have to be more careful and can't brag around. I make them promise not to tell anyone and I promise not to tell their wife. It has worked so far. And I don't get too involved. A couple of times up to a dozen are enough. A man needs more than once to relax and prove his ability and give me a good fuck but after a dozen times it becomes a routine. Most men don't have fantasy enough to be good after that. They only want the easy fuck. And it is no problem finding a time and place. We are outdoor people working in the fields and in the woods and I have my own cottage even if I seldom let the men in there. And I have the mountain pasture.
In Tale no 1 I told what happened in the summer of-53. I had rather few cattle at the pasture and I was alone with a young boy to help me. And things went as could be expected. I was lonely and to my astonishment I found that the boy was maturer than I had thought. In fact he had a tremendous cock. So I made it my task to teach him how to use it for the pleasure of women. He became very good and gave me a good time.
His mother Birgit came to the pasture together with a few others to help us bring the cattle back to the village. She immediately saw that the boy had experienced his first women. She confronted me and I had to admit. However, she didn't get angry. On the contrary, she was glad that I had laid him and taught him a few things.
But it got worse. Some years ago she had noticed a big change to the better in the way her husband made love to her. She couldn't understand where he had got his ideas and knowledge. She asked a few of her best friends and they had noticed the same with their husbands. Together they had come to the conclusion that I had been the source to the newfound knowledge of their men.
She confronted me even with that question. I thought I was going to be thrown out of the village but she assured me that I could stay. The wives had been mad, she said, but when they realized that their sex lives improved immensely due to the new knowledge and eagerness of their men they changed opinion. They had also noticed that I was no threat to their marriages. I normally allowed a man only a dozen or so entries in my pussy then they bored me.
But she had one condition for not telling the village what a sex crazy woman I was. Their men had got lazy and the good sex was long gone. She wanted a refresher course for them so the wives could get the good sex back.
The conversation had stopped there the night they got to the Pasture. I had promised to think about it and propose something.
The thought excited me. I spent most of the night thinking about how it could be carried out without to create serious problems in the marriages. In the morning I had the contours of a plan.
When we were on our way back to the village I went up to Birgit. We walked aside from the others and nobody could hear us.
"I have been thinking about what you said last night," I said. "Do you really want to go on with it?"
She said nothing for a long time, just walked on
"Tell me," she eventually said, "did my boy behave himself. Did he know what to do?"
"You want to know if he is any good." I said matter-of-factly. "You want to know if he can make love to a woman. You want to know if he can satisfy an elder, experienced woman."
"Yes," she said after a while, "I guess that's what I want to know. I am his mother and I want to know everything about my son."
"I can assure you that he behaved himself," I said giggling but got serious when I saw her concerned expression. "In fact he has fucked me nearly every day for the last three weeks and I have had several orgasms every day. Some days it certainly was more than ten. So he behaved himself all right. And he has this marvelous cock. My pussy was sore most of the time and now and then I had to let him use my ass canal for our pleasures, my pussy was too sore." I exaggerated a little but I wanted to test her.
She blushed over my frank answer but looked very pleased.
"Tell me," she said, "tell me how it is like to introduce and train a boy."
"It's careful work and frustration the first couple of days," I said, "but then it's heavenly if you have taught him properly. The first days you are frustrated because you have to think of the boy all the time. His fucking is very rapid, his staying power and control is low. You don't get an orgasm of your own. But he improves over the days and a boy often can fuck twice in a row. They recover quickly. And they can fuck several times a day. That's why the place is important. The pasture is ideal. Complete privacy and nothing that disturbs you."
She sighed deeply and her breath was heavy.
"I have always wanted to do it but have never got the nerve," she blurted out. "What you tell me sounds even better than I have dreamt of."
"A properly trained young boy is a gift to a woman our age," I giggled. "They can deliver all the sex you want and they seldom tire."
"So my boy has been that good to you?" she asked.
"Yes indeed," I said. "But that is over. Now he has to find other women to improve his ability and sensitiveness. We are all different which he has to learn. But he has an advantage, his big cock. Are all your sons that well endowed? You have four, haven't you?"
"How would I know?" she said. "I don't fuck them, do I?"
"Oh, don't give me that," I laughed. "You just told me that you want to know everything about your boys. A mother wants the best for her sons and she wants them to be attractive to the girls. And a good-sized cock helps, especially if the word comes out, don't you agree? And your family is lucky in that department. So don't tell me that you haven't sneaked on your boys. You knew when they have masturbated in bed. And you surely have spied on them to see them erect for instance in the morning, haven't you?"
