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.
I was not old for being an old lass that summer of –53, only close to forty. I am not overly good-looking but not that ugly either. And I can't have babies. I am proud of my heavy breasts, which bounce nicely when I 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 in great comfort and I like to have their heaviness on top of me. The best thing is a slender man with narrow hips. He fits in nicely between my hipbones and if his cock is long and in my pussy I feel like in heaven.
So I like my body. It has matured over the years. Maybe my belly has become more rounded and my ass 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 doesn'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 lay 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 1and 2 I told what happened in the summer of-53. We 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 earlier she had noticed a big change in the way her husband made love to her. She couldn't understand where he had got his ideas and knowledge. She asked her two 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 and I had to admit the facts. She assured me that the wives weren't mad anymore. Their sex lives had improved and they had 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 the men so the wives could get the good sex back.
So I had to invent something. And I did. We were lucky. The forage was sparse depending on the hot summer and we brought the cattle back to the pasture in early autumn. The three women helped me there and I had brought a young man there to demonstrate good sex on. Their men came later to pay the rent by doing maintenance work. The women and I had prepared surprises for them. It ended up that they all fucked each other and had a good time. It was so well received that the men decided to come back a second time and we all had incredible good sex.
The women were really turned on. They had got a whiff of what a young man can do to an elder woman and wanted to try it.
They all had sons and wanted the best for them. And I had made them believe that the key to be good at sex for a young man was to learn from an elder woman.
They asked for my help.
During the autumn and winter we discussed what should be done to fulfill their desires and how it could be carried out. They hesitated and changed their minds several times but when spring came they had made up their minds. The fires in their pussies made the decision for them.
We brought the sheep and the young cows up to the pasture in early June. That was a couple of weeks earlier than normal but the forage situation at the homestead was critical. Since there was no milking to be done I should have only one boy to help me – Lisa's son Kalle.
More cattle would be brought up later and also more people to help.
When the village people who had helped bringing the cattle to the pasture had left we settled in. We shared the cottage, which had only one big room, which served as kitchen, dining room and sleeping quarters. The beds were bunks along the walls with mattresses stuffed with hay.
The pasture was built beneath a pond with crystal clear water. It served as water supply and for our cleaning. The water was shallow near the shore and thus got warm quickly by the sun. The deep water took longer to warm up and normally wasn't comfortable until the end of June.
The cattle move around freely. Since no daily milking was needed we didn't have to bring them in every day. But we had to check on them by walking around the hills.
I hadn't had much sex during the winter. The planning with the women had taken a lot of time and limited my hunting area. I was starving and looked forward to break in this boy. And the best thing was that I did it with the blessing from his mother.
I took it slow though. I couldn't risk scaring him. We had to be together and alone for a couple of weeks.
The first night I only took off my skirt and slept in my shift. I always used the old type of clothing at the pasture. The basic garment was the shift, a combined skirt and blouse. Above that came the skirt and a blouse. I never wore any underwear when at the pasture.
In the morning I went up and made breakfast still only in my shift. It was made of cotton and my heavy breasts swung freely inside it. My nipples were visible when they touched the cloth. The boy, Kalle, looked but said nothing.
During the day I showed him around the pasture and the hills. It took most of the day and when we came back I said we had to take a swim. We had no bathing costumes but I asked if he wanted to go with me or wait until later. He blushed slightly and said that he would wait.
I undressed in the cottage and walked to the pond dressed only in a short shift. I noticed that he watched me.
When it was his turn I sneaked behind some bushes. I wanted to see what he looked like naked. I saw that he had a nice cock and he got a little erect before jumping in the water. The cock was about average in length but rather fat, which I like. A fat cock spreads the pussy and you really feel it.
That evening I slipped out of my shift. I made sure that he could get a glimpse of my naked body. At that time of year it is light very late in the evenings and we had no curtains.
In the morning I went up from my bunk and slowly walked outside in the nude. I didn't know if he was awake although I had the feeling being watched. I made breakfast in my shift.
In the afternoon I went to the pond. I took my shift off on the way and walked in the nude. I took my time at the pond and became sure that Kalle was behind the bushes. I could hear him moaning. When I came out of the water I made sure he got a good look at me. I sat down a few yards from the bush where he was hiding.
"Kalle, why don't you come out and join me," I called. "I know that you want to look at me and I don't mind. We will be together here for the coming weeks and it makes things easier if we are not shy. Come on out, my boy," I added very softly.
