The Will Begets The Way Pt 01

Prologue

Where there is a will there's a way, is an idiom which means that if someone has the desire and determination to do something, he or she can find a method for accomplishing it. That if you are determined enough, you can find a way to achieve what you want, even if it is very difficult.

It involves drive, purpose, resolution. If something is the will of a person, they want it to happen. People having strong will are the ones who can do wonders in their life. Human will power is very powerful, it can defeat any difficulty and give extraordinary results.

A Don Juan is a daring, adventurous, and sometimes reckless person,

who shows boldness and enterprise. Don Juan syndrome is a non-clinical term for the desire, in a man, to have sex with many different women partners...He is by nature kind, friendly, impulsive, courteous, courageous, and sensuous. He has all the virtues a boy of sixteen can reasonably be expected to have, except self-control in matters of sex.

Our Lady Don Juan in this story is always determined to succeed, especially even if this involves taking risks or doing things that many people would not approve of. Searching for that perfect ecstasy often longed for but seldom attained, it takes her to a variety of places and situations to pick up younger dudes and sometimes women to fuck.

This is a tale about a driven extraordinary older woman, whose intrepid will led her into some very powerful and exquisite sexual encounters, that few women her age would even dare dream about. She sees borders as something to cross as she follows an obsessive quest for the ultimate sexual ecstasy. In a wrenching sexual odyssey, she takes us out of the ordinary, into a wonderful world of sexual revelations, the unexcelled ecstasy of lust.

An Incurable Hedonist...

I am Mena Rienza a 58 year old Antique dealer. I own a store in an upscale part of the city, above which is my big, spacious apartment. I have been described by friends as "beautiful as the sunset" with a sexy body to boot. My long black hair, streaked with gray, always hang loosely down... I'm always naked in the house, with blinds open which aggravates and outrages my nosy neighbors. I am a bold, self-absorbed feminist who likes to sing bawdy songs of my own composition. I am a hedonist, I am a cosmic lusty sinner with rings on my fingers and a perennial huge itch in a voracious cunt. I like to share love wherever I go...I am vibrant, debauched, and insolent; a sorceress who invades dreams and seduces souls. I am the Goddess' revelation to man, a fantasy. I give what many women cannot give.

I love to fuck a lot and am always ready to fuck. I need a dick in my cunt all the time. I should have been a porn star instead of an Antique dealer. Indeed, I keep entertaining thoughts of becoming a porn star even at my age. I've had many lovers, both male and female of all races and creeds. I simply crave the massive, indefatigable monster cocks I've seen in porn videos.

I'd love to gobble them up and ride them until they cry uncle. But those dudes are hard to come by. Only they can give my cunt a very tight grip and the friction that engenders pleasure so exquisite so ecstatic. And yes, women my age can be sluts.

The feeling of being totally filled and stretched to the limit; in my cunt my asshole and down my throat is so desirable. I'm a size-queen obsessed with monster cocks, bigger is so much better. You see, it requires not only a massive dick, but also a lot of skill to pleasure and satisfy an older well-seasoned slut like me...I was determined to go on a quest for dudes with massive dicks, and super sexual prowess to tame the barracuda between my legs. I seemed to have rediscovered the sexual energy and power within myself and I'm now reclaiming my body and my tremendous sexuality. I'm saying yes to my fundamental animal self, and using the intense sexual pleasure for healing physical, emotional and spiritual wounds.

I wanted to be fucked until I lose my mind, until I become dumb deaf and blind. I wanted to finally discover supreme sexual ecstasy.

I have a daughter an only child called Twila; a very wild 37 year old bisexual like me. You would think she and I are sisters instead of mother and daughter. She helps at the store when she is not fucking around. Occasionally she, her friend Leonora and their wild acolytes organize the celebration of "The Festival of Venus," an ancient and mysterious religious celebration devoted to sex and hedonism in my apartment which they have named "Rienza Temple." A ceremony of pagan gods and goddesses. I also have a 21 year old ward Ophelia, an aspiring film maker who helps at the store occasionally.

My intrepid Summer adventures started on a turgid, steamy afternoon, soon after I turned 58. My intimate friend Raven also 58 years old, a Wiccan, brought me two dudes Osman and Moktar. They are freelance studs who service the Pagan women's group she belongs to. She said the gesture was a belated birthday present, and thought that would be an appropriate start for my quest.

I was pleasantly surprised, secretly ecstatic. Hell, I needed to be fucked badly. Moktar is more muscular than Osman, his shaved head has tattoos on the sides. Being an avid crotch watcher, my gaze went to their crotches. The huge bulges there gave me a deep satisfaction. Leaving the store to the sneering Twila I took the dudes upstairs. There was booze, pot, some snacks. There was so much chemistry, such rapport between us, getting the two men to bed was an absolute certainty. It was so nice to be with them.

I sat there naked with one leg draped over the armrest, exposing my open pussy. I felt pretty stoned.

The sultry afternoon breeze blew the curtains, as if they were dancing to the music playing on the CD player. The dudes seemed relaxed by the music. Moktar looked straight into my eyes while his fingers slowly fondled my cunt. I was mesmerized all at once, his captive audience; titillated and exhilarated. His dark seduction rushed me to a lusty rapture.

Then Moktar stepped out of his clothes and out sprang his monster dick. It was immense! Much bigger than Osman's which is very big. I gulped down some booze fast, staring in awe at the super cock, my body tingling.

"This is a thunder cock, is it big enough for you?" asked Moktar. I was seized in an outburst of lascivious desire.

"Exactly what I've always wanted," I muttered. My cunt was engorged, juices dripping down my legs my thighs sticky, as Moktar led me to the bed.

"You are the Goddess, the embodiment of magic" Moktar chanted softly as pleasure overtook me and I arched my back, moaning. While they worked on me, massaging me gently, I fondled their very massive erect cocks...Eager and impatient, I helped Moktar settle between my thighs, clutching his dick and guiding it into my steamy pussy. He moaned, pressing sliding the hard dick against my throbbing clitoris, driving me insane with pleasure.

And OMG, it was such a tight fucking fit, so fucking delicious! He squeezed my ass as he thrust deeply into my yielding cunt, filling me totally with all of his mighty dick. Bouncing frantically at the feel of his enormous cock, I raised my legs and locked them around his waist. He began to fuck me slowly but relentlessly. I felt a burning passion raging within me within my cunt. I wanted to be subdued, urging him with incendiary madness, revolving in multiple sensations. Begging, pleading with him to fuck me harder.

"Oh, Moktar, it feels so fucking good" I crooned, savoring his long, deep thrusts. I was in a maze of underground caverns and splashing waterfalls. I was lost in steamy whirlpools, as he fucked me with lingering strokes. He licked my ears, moving with me, as I sucked him in deeper and deeper...We were animals, ferocious, hungry tigers, a matched pair, perfect partners. I was overwhelmed by Moktar's energy; the slap of sweating flesh, the sounds coming from my juice-drenched pussy. I tossed my head from side to side, gravitating toward a powerful orgasm. I came and came nonstop...With wild abandon and depravity I challenged him with his every thrust. We both ached with deep renewed pleasure. My cunt was a bubbling molten pit, letting out grool copiously. I let out a long continuous fart as I cried out.

Moktar fucked me and fucked me, like a moving train, inexorably. I came and came again, soaking the sheets with more cum. After a brief rest Moktar rolled onto his back with me on top, riding his rigid dick. Then Osman pushed his rampant cock deep into my asshole, stretching my rectum wide and deep and began to fuck me there lavishly. Suddenly Twila walked in naked.

"Holy fuck, someone is getting her ass fucked off" she tittered. I felt my tremors stirring and spreading thru my body, from my cunt to belly to thighs. Spasms of tightness opened and clamped down as hoarse rhythmic groans issued from me. Power surged in me and I began to shake and tremble violently again in orgasm, screaming continuously...A huge load of hot semen gushed into my cunt and asshole simultaneously. Later I rolled off Moktar and drifted off briefly my body still trembling, twitching...

When I came to I saw Twila being fucked mercilessly sandwich style, in her cunt and ass by the dudes on the carpet. The men breathing heavily, grunting and groaning. Twila's cunt was dripping grool profusely. Apparently they'd been fucking her for a while. Then she screamed, in a long and agonized voice, her body jerking, shaking violently as she came for several minutes muttering gibberish. It must have been some orgasm. All was quiet after that... Later I had a long leisurely bath.

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Five days of peace and quiet, taking a break from sex. Alone with no visitors, no distractions, compulsive thoughts ferment and vibrate in my mind. I was immersed in taking an inventory at the store, trying to ignore the sudden onset of horniness, the ache in my pussy. A suave looking man walked in then, casually but elegantly dressed. His cropped hair and beard salt and peppery. He looked to be in his early forties. He was interested in the ancient Benin bronzes in the display window. His name was Aziz and claims Moroccan nobility, but hails from Martinique island and speaks French fluently. I was captivated by the man's graciousness. His gaze a grandeur of bewitching charm, a binding spell of wizardry not to mention his enchanting scent, a mixture of cologne and maleness. An yes you guessed it, the unmistakable bulge in his light cotton pants.

"Is there a place close by where we can have a drink, I really could use some" he said. "Besides we could talk business" he added. I hesitated for a moment then said, "my apartment is upstairs."

"Close enough" he smiled. I promptly closed the store... We discussed Art, Antiques, Music and Sex, some of his favorite subjects over cocktails. Aziz was exuberant and witty but also a little strange. Guitar and flute music wafted from the radio. I realized with a jolt, how sexy and totally sensual Aziz actually was. Something about the way he lounged in the chair, his body language that said, I like sex, I like to fuck.

"You're so beautiful" he smiled, refilling our drinks.

"Do you like me?" I smiled back.

"You bet," he said. He seemed spell-bound by me; could not believe I was 58 years old..

When he finally kissed me fully, lingering on my lips, I was ready to be fucked. And the fire burned in my cunt, my clitoris was hard and quivering. I led Aziz to the bedroom as my cunt juices ran down my inner thighs. Aziz's huge erect dick, corded with thick veins swayed from side to side as he placed me on my knees and elbows, doggy-style my face buried in the pillows.

"By Jove, this pussy looks sun-ripened, succulent, juicy and so little time to enjoy it," he whispered spreading my labia wide open, gazing into my cunt. I was opened to his tenderness, quivering, pulsating with musky fragrance, flooded with thick juice.

"Oh Aziz, I'm so fucking wet" I whispered, my juices cascading.

"I know and my Goodness, the exquisite smell of a soaking wet cunt is such a powerful aphrodisiac" he said. An unstoppable flow of nectar sizzled from my gaping orifice as he pushed into my opening; his cock huge and hard, touring my slick folds. I opened wider to Aziz's heavy cock thrusts, my soft honeyed flesh clenching receding. He rolled me onto my back, my legs spread wide then sank all of his cock into me.

"My God, I've never enjoyed a cunt this delicious in a while. It is indeed a gourmet meal," he murmured rotating his hips, stirring my twat with his cock. The glow from the sunlight encircled us. Purring sounds came from me and my body shivered with excitement. I moved instinctively, responding to his every action. He fucked my erect clitoris by grinding it with his hard cock, on and on, tirelessly the pleasure was breathtaking; I began to scream continuously finally exploding in a powerful orgasm. He rested inside me for a while, then resumed fucking me in earnest.

A strangled scream escaped from me as Aziz began to thrust hard into me repeatedly deeply, forcing out small geysers of juice spurting from my cunt. A powerful orgasm seized me again, my body shaking thrashing about in a frenzy. I cried out in ecstasy as Aziz, speeded up his thrusts in perfect rhythm. I held on for dear life as I ground my cunt against his crotch still coming, my inner muscles gripping his cock tight. He exploded then gushing into me, blown apart, half dead. His body collapsed on top of me shuddering uncontrollably. We were awash in a sea of semen and cunt juices. We rested a while, his dick still hard inside me still clinging together.

Two hours later I was on my elbows and knees again skewered on his dick, howling with pleasure. I was drunk with the fucking. "Oh fuck! What are you doing to me" I cried, pushing my ass against Aziz to meet his deep, heavy, relentless thrusts. I was hotter than the afternoon, my cunt a voracious creature unleashed. My cries of ecstasy echoed far into the neighborhood my eyes welling with tears, as Aziz fucked me mercilessly. My body buckled and I gasped then doubled up, twitching spasmodically in orgasm for long moments while Aziz flooded me again with hot cum. I collapsed onto the bed and finally went limp... It was so good, such fun, such good, clean fun as we continued fucking that warm, hazy afternoon. Aziz bought two bronzes then departed at sundown.

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Late Sunday morning, I decided to rest and relax, feeling rejuvenated, fully satiated after all that wonderful fucking. I resumed work on my book, "A Guide to Antique Collection" but soon became listless, torpid, but horny. I was sorely tempted to call my friend Rahila about the Sex spa that she goes to, when one of Twila's acolytes Anita, stopped by. She is a fitness buff, and had stopped by after a workout at the gym. Anita is the leader of a clan of Black butches. She quickly gulped down a few shots of vodka and lime juice, smoked half a joint then undressed to show off her 40 year old athletic body. She lay sprawled on the carpet, legs wide open, stroking her huge clitoris...Apparently she had stopped by to fuck Twila unaware that she was out of town. Most likely being royally fucked somewhere.

"Well, I guess you'll do just fine Mena, I'd always wanted to fuck you, to find out what makes a 58 year old cock-huntress slut like you tick," she said smiling. The woman's body drew me like an unbreakable rope. She radiated darkness, mystery, an exotic appeal, ripe and bold. Then she smiled again as she removed my caftan. I was breathless, speechless but eager, willing and curious...Anita pulled me from the sofa onto the rug; she licked me, kissed me. She admired the fullness of my breasts and suckled my nipples until they ached. She bit my neck, belly, took my clitoris in her mouth and teased me with her tongue, sucking me until I cried out in pleasure, begging for more, salivated with horniness. She placed a pillow under my ass. Her tongue began snaking itself in and out of my cunt as I thrust my hips to meet every stroke of her tongue. I started to moan, my hips humping against the pillow which was drenched with my pussy juice.

"That was just an appetizer, now for the main course" she said, retrieving a huge strap-on black dildo from her backpack, fastening it in place and spreading my legs wide. My body, my cunt tingled in anticipation. I'd never been fucked with a strap-on before let alone a motorized, lead weighted one. Anita is a dynamo of a woman. Strapped between her legs the huge battery-operated dildo swayed from side to side and looked endless. Anita gave me a wink and a nod as she approached me, her dusky skin gleaming like polished mahogany. She teased my vulva with the fat head of the dildo...I was, mesmerized by the contrast of the black dick and my peach pussy. Anita diddled my clitoris, grinning broadly, enjoying the slipping, sliding, slurping wet sounds of my cunt...The dildo needed no lubrication since I was soaking wet. Anita pushed the entire monster to the bottom of my cunt and began to fuck me wildly. The dildo felt so fucking heavy as it barreled inside my cunt.

Pushing all the way in and dragging it out; again and again. I was being completely fucked, taken, used. Utterly at Anita's mercy...My cries were plaintive, urgent as the huge black pole glided luxuriously inside my soaking cunt, now filled with thick grool gripping the dildo with deep contractions...The fucking had become heavy. I squirmed and writhed and cried out while Anita fucked me hard, relentlessly, so hard it seemed animalistic. My screams got louder as the orgasmic seizures plunged thru my body...It's been over a half hour of intense, non-stop action!. The room reeked of that hot, sweet, unforgettable scent. The smell of Cunt.

"O, mama, I love fucking you," said Anita breathily as I bounced up and down her glorious dick. The dildo's motor hummed softly. Frenetically we both erupted in powerful orgasms, our bodies heaving and convulsing for very long moments...My body went limp and sagged, my arms dropping to my sides totally spent. Anita wailed and growled in climax, her glistening body jerking spasmodically. She reached for my hand, clasping it firmly.

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A call from the well-known and wealthy antique collector Madame Aveta Remus got me quite excited. She wanted her collection appraised for a handsome fee. The Remus manor called Remus Ville on the outskirts of town is opulent, totally awesome. I was received by the Manager/butler of the estate. He informed me that Madame Remus had to go out of town hurriedly to attend to a family emergency, he offered to show me the items for appraisal.

He was a tall, big guy with a big mustache and a shaved head. He looked me over lustily. We talked briefly amicably, introduced ourselves. His name was Santos, he invited me in for a drink...He seemed to be in his early forties. Santos took me to what he called his quarters, a well-appointed rather posh area. He'd been in Remus' service for sixteen months he said.

I was spellbound by the beauty of the place; it's wonderful, heady aroma; a mixture of exotic perfumes. All things were possible there I surmised. My senses merged into a sharp focus, receiving sensations new to me. I was captivated by Santos' powerful build his panther-like movement; he exuded raw macho sexuality but very charming, he said he was originally from Brazil...I had been celibate since my tryst with Anita but remained extremely horny all the time; in a state of perpetual arousal. My cunt gulped and dripped, my clitoris throbbed constantly. I needed some really good, mind blowing fucking.

After a delicious gourmet lunch, Santos offered me some pot and very old smooth scotch which fired up my libido no less. My desire began to soar, I want this man, whispered my cunt. I was very high and so ready to be fucked, endlessly! And he knew it.