Why not challenge myself? Perhaps a really young man, not much more than a boy, young enough for me to be his mother? Or a new female lover, older than me, a combination of a butchy and lip stick lesbian.

I am Gillian, in my early forties, a still attractive business professional, sexually sophisticated, and as I discovered at a young age with a little prompting from another woman, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.

My body still attracts attention from both sexes, good legs and hips, flat stomach, modest tits with sensitive nipples when aroused. My best feature to modestly paraphrase people of both sexes who have licked and kissed it is my, ‘glorious, big ass’.

I was in my early thirties before I gave my sex drive full expression. My body had matured by then and I had learnt my ass was my best feature. I loved the excitement of flaunting it for both sexes, the reaction and men licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their lady was watching or tongue kissing me.

I am to please and be pleased sexually. The size of man’s cock is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I really do enjoy having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my lovers, flaunting my naked body to turn on new lovers I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay (or lack of it), to receiving and giving sexual pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

After what seemed like an eternity I did find a new lover, a new lover to stretch my sexual boundaries. Kris was a really young man, not much more than a boy, young enough for me to be his mother, our twenty-year age difference was so exciting when I first met him. He was a well built boy with an athletic body. The first time I saw him I had to have him.

The first time I saw the size of his cock I had to fuck him. He was huge. The first time Oscar had me, he fucked me three times in one afternoon. In the following days and weeks I taught him how I liked to receive foreplay, to receive cunnilingus, how to fuck me with his tongue. How to worship my big ass, lick and kiss it. How I liked my tits and nipples to be sucked and teased. Oscar taught me exactly how he liked to receive his head jobs.

While giving my toy boy Oscar a head job I often made a point of asking of asking him, “Has another male ever given you a head job? Sucked your beautiful big cock? Would you like to receive a head job from another male? I would love to watch another male give you a head job.” Stopping short of telling him, it was almost a rite of passage for me, enjoying watching most of my men receive a head job from another male.

Asking him again just as he was about to orgasm. “Has another male ever given you a head job? Would you like to receive a head job from another male? I really would love to watch another talented male give you a head job.”

“Yes I would, while you watch,” he groaned as he orgasmed.

In the afterglow I asked him. “What would you prefer? A boy younger than you? A young man your age? A man my age? Perhaps a talented much older man renowned for his blow job skills?”

“Tell me about the older man? How do you know about him?”

“The silver fox is still a handsome man, well past sixty. Diabetes has made him impotent, though he hasn’t lost his sex drive. He is the king of oral sex, oral sex for men and women. When some of my girlfriends and me watched him give a man your age a head job he was colossal. They told me he was an oral sex machine.”

Though I stopped short of telling Oscar the silver fox had once given me cunnilingus, fucked me his tongue while one of my girlfriends watched, showing me he was an oral sex machine. He really was colossal for me, his cunnilingus skills, his tongue fuck was so good. An impotent bi-sexual man, well past sixty able to satisfy men and women with his tongue and lips.

A week later when the silver fox arrived I had prepared Oscar for his visit. It was so hard to believe his age, so handsome, so dapper, so sophisticated with his patrician style and manner with his short cropped blond hair.

Before I greeted the silver fox Oscar was in another room, naked apart from one of my sexy, black garter belts, my suggestion, an extra visual for the three of us, to showcase his cock, sitting on a high stool, facing the wall length mirror, his feet barely touching the carpet.