Marge had always been sexually precocious. She'd had her first threesome just after High School when she was seven months past her eighteenth birthday. She'd walked in on a friend with a friend and was so caught off guard that she didn't walk out but stood quietly and watched. She hadn't even known the two were seeing each other and yet that wasn't what caught most of her attention.
It was the guy. He wasn't that good looking but suddenly she found that he was hugely hung and outclassed all the boys she'd had sex with and there had been a few since her first on the night of her eighteenth birthday.
The two friends looked up and a moment later while he was still pumping away the two of them invited her to join in. It was another surprise but not one she was about to turn down. After all how many gals are invited into something like that. She knew that guys dreamed of that sort of thing and would have asked if they thought it might become a reality but few ever did and she had never been one of them.
It seemed only the wink of the eye before she was naked and walking forward to join in. It had been the highlight in her life for more than a few years and she still remembered it. She had been fucked every way and in every place it was possible and it was all good. Even her girlfriend took a deeper interest during the session and for long afterward.
That singular event might, too, have been the most important factor in her development of love for the male penis and especially the younger male penis.
Every time she visited an adult store she'd shop for something that looked closest to what that young friend had been equipped with.
Subsequently Marge had a lot of sex over the years and many younger guys had wondered what they'd done to attract her and lure her into the act but none of them ever found fault in any way. They'd pursue her long after she'd grown tired of them.
She still wanted the younger penis although she'd shifted and had begun calling it a cock. If she saw or met a guy that appeared interested, younger and with a huge bulge in his pants around her then she'd locate a place to find out. Even past her fiftieth birthday she'd attracted and serviced guys as young as eighteen then sent them off with a tired but happy smile. She'd wear the guy out and fuck him again and again in a single session until he had to leave or was so tired he had to rest.
She loved to fuck them and took pride in that ability. She also took pride in her body and she always appeared at least twenty years younger than her birth certificate could prove.
Her need was probably also the reason she took Steve as a lover and the guy turned out to be worth every minute of her time. He was horny all the time and was nearly always ready for her. Too, Steve had known every way a girl needs to get off. He gave oral and took oral with as much pleasure as he did when participating in every known position. He liked it when she was dominant and when she felt subservient. He could sense her needs and wants and provide what she needed most of the time.
They'd been together for a while when one night they'd had the discussion. She had just turned sixty and was still pliant of both mind and body and her needs had never diminished from their peak in her thirties.
She'd mentioned a fantasy of being taken by many men and he smiled and said he'd love to see that. She looked back at him and asked if he'd still feel that way if they were all very young men and he smiled back and assured her. Steve was many years younger than her fifty-nine anyway and it was part of her strong attraction to him.
He'd suggested that he could try and set up a threesome and she laughed and said she was looking for more than a threesome.
After that and for almost two years they'd joked about it and he'd become more and more interested in seeing her taken by a group of guys.
She was coming up on her sixty-first birthday when they'd found a home in a quiet neighborhood and moved in.
That neighborhood had a young man of nineteen living next door with his parents and the boy was quite tall and looked to be more than just well-hung.
Three months passed and one afternoon she'd seen the boy outside and began talking with him. She and Steve had found the house and one of the reasons they'd wanted it was because it had a huge backyard with a huge swimming pool. It also had a high fence and gates that locked easily.
Sub-consciously she may have wanted to take the boy into the backyard and fuck him senseless after she'd determined for certain how well hung he really was but consciously she needed a pool boy to keep the pool clean and vacuumed. She'd been doing the work but didn't enjoy it.