“So what do you think of pussy?” asked Mabel, a widow in her early 70s. The teenage boy who was lying exhausted on the bed next to her managed a smile and said weakly, “God damn! That was sure something. I had no idea a pussy could feel so good!”

She grinned, expecting something like that. She’d initiated so many virgins during her life. It was still fun to fuck the young ones, to get them hard over and over again, feeling them pump their copious sperm inside her much fucked and very appreciative pussy.

She cuddled beside him until he recovered, wanting even more of that young hard dick, her favorite kind although she rarely refused a hard one of any age. At her time of life, she’d decided, you don’t pass any opportunity by.

Speaking softly, she talked to her latest cocksman, “I hope you’ve learned an important lesson, my young man. No matter how many times the pussy that you’re enjoying has done it before you, it’s yours right now for your immediate pleasure and that’s what’s the most important. Do you understand?”

He hadn’t thought about that yet, but reflected for a moment and asked, “So how many times has your pussy been fucked?”

That was just the question she wanted. “I started way before it was legal and was damn lucky I didn’t get pregnant because I didn’t know shit about that stuff. It was just fun and exciting and so I did it. I’ve been screwing for almost 60 years now. I’ve totally lost count of how many men and how many times each one did what we just finished. But you know, it doesn’t matter. Two of my four husbands thought it did and that was their stupid mistake. The last ones accepted me, and maybe I fucked them to death, but they died happy.”

The young man was hard again and moved back between her legs to slide his shaft where it wanted to be. Her already cum-lubed hair-trimmed lips parted easily to accept and welcome it.

“Ah, that always feels good. I love being nice and slippery with a man’s cream when the next one slides in, like you just did. What would you think if it was someone else’s instead of yours? Would that be even sexier?” He grinned as an answer and pushed a little bit harder.

They fucked for a while and then she asked, “Why don’t you come over after school tomorrow, about 4 o’clock? I’ve got a boyfriend coming at three and he’s a pretty good fuck. I’ll send him on his way just before you get here so you can try me out freshly used by another dick. I want to see what you think of that.”

Her young man was hard as ever then, apparently even before he walked in the door and quickly stripped off his clothes. She was waiting in her bed, wet spot and all, with a reddened and drooling pussy ready for him. As she expected, he buried the bone immediately. She spoke softly, “How do you like my pussy now? It’s sexy wet for you. Feels like your cock’s having a good time.”

Panting as he thrust, “Damn you are sexy! It’s so hot to be sticking it in you knowing you’ve just been fucked. Yes, you feel so good and maybe better than ever. I hope you got the time because I want to fuck you at least twice before I leave today!”

“Can I take that as a promise? I think I was only completely fucked out once in my life and it took 10 guys one after another with some of them taking seconds to accomplish that. Go for it!”

That hoy thought kept her young companion hard enough for three pussy poundings. She got her jollies several times before she kissed him goodbye. He had to get home and study since he was still in high school. She wasn’t concerned even though she wanted more. She had lots of male friends.