Older Woman Discovers Wild Sex

Chapter 1 Cockpig (noun) 1. A subspecies of Homo Sapiens, a cockpig is a subhuman variant, socially ranked below beta males, females, and animals. Cockpigs are born to serve and obey superior males, worship cocks, and suffer. Naturally submissive and inferior, their normal habitat is at the feet of an alpha male. The cockpig came to me a virgin. Never been fucked. Never sucked cock. I know that's hard to imagine, looking at it now. It's hard to even imagine it as a person, walking around free, making its own decisions and interacting with others as an equal, but that's what it was like when we met. It's been a long, slow process to get it to what you see now, this thing that grovels at my feet, waiting for whatever I choose to do with it. When we met, the cockpig was a timid, needy young fag. It had a name, but I don't really recall what it was. Evan, Eric, Ethan...something like that. He hit me up on Recon after reading my profile. Told me how much he wanted to s

This episode of my life occurred last year, before Covid emerged and the world changed beyond recognition. I was in the first year of my English degree -- I'm now in the second -- and had arranged with friends to go to Tenerife. I'm not sure who's idea it was. It certainly wasn't mine, but whoever thought of it, must have had Tenerife confused with Ibiza, Magaluf or Ayi Napa. If you weren't aware, Ibiza, Magaluf and Ayia Napa are the main European holiday destinations for eighteen to thirty-year-olds, whereas Tenerife is reserved those about to retire. We had no idea what Tenerife was like, but the moment we disembarked the plane, it was clear we'd made a big mistake. We were the youngest in the airport by about forty years, and that isn't an exaggeration. If the lack of anyone our age at the airport didn't set our alarm bells ringing, then it did when we arrived at the hotel. There was only one couple below sixty -- and that wasn't by much. The ch

As I looked in the full body mirror, I saw a well kept older woman. I must admit that as good as I looked, I didn't feel good about myself. Where had the years gone? My children are all grown up and my husband of 25 years has flown the coop so to speak. He found a much younger woman to play with and so a divorce was inevitable. Do the math. I am 57 years old and my competition is 25. But really, my ex is a scumbag and I say good riddance. And so I am ready to party. My best girlfriend, Flo, is picking me up and we will be heading to a local bar for drinks and whatever. I've dressed in my most sluttiest outfit. I feel so naughty! Flo arrives and she joins me in the living room for a quick drink before we leave. "Well honey, you do look good! Ready for a good time?" "Ready, willing, and able, Flo. But to tell you the truth I am a bit nervous." "Listen up Alice. Nothing to be nervous about. If nothing happens tonight, don't you fret cause I'm read