Chapter 183

Ever since my lesbian start at the hands (and pussy) of my mother’s younger cousin, I stayed with her for a summer holiday, I have always been most turned on by older commanding women, and submissive to their commands and demands.

Even so, I could hardly believe it: here I was being hard-fucked, almost raped, by a woman who I had never seen until a few moments ago and I was loving every pussy-pounding second of it.

She was obviously boss’s lover and live-in partner, and it looked like they had just had a row and this woman had subsequently been drinking – I could smell the wine on her breath as it brushed my cheek. It certainly released all of her inhibitions, and her taking me by storm in this way surely released all of mine – I was just putty in her hands, eagerly willing her to do anything she wanted, anything at all!

I gasped something to this effect, pleading with her to take me, have me, fuck me any way she wanted. Her response was action not words: with one hand she rubbed along my labia with her nails and then her knuckles, whilst placing her other hand on the small of my back and firmly holding me down.

Then she began a rapid shafting of her two longest fingers deep into me, positioning them in and out mercilessly with a corkscrew twisting motion of her wrist that magnified the erogenous effect tenfold.

‘Oooh, aaaaah! Ooooh, fuck! Oh, yes! Yes, yessss! – please, harder, oh my, yes – harder!!’ I gasped, squirming from her expert finger-fucking. The woman gave a grunt of satisfaction at my complete surrender, and then roughly spun me over onto my back.

She quickly undid the two buttons of my suit jacket – really, it was a miracle that they had held this far – and pulled it out from under me. My neatly-tailored pin tuck shirt was unbuttoned with equal rapidity, and I shifted my shoulders to ease her removal of the garment.

The woman paused for a moment, contemplating what is maybe my best feature – my breasts. They are not huge – they were certainly a couple of sizes smaller than her bountiful endowment – but they are perfectly-shaped pert pyramids of smooth pink girl-flesh, still clearly entirely as nature made them, and crowned with rosebud aureoles and stiffly erect tits.

I know how pretty they look in the lingerie that I choose so carefully – black, deep red or dark blue bras of skimpy lace and pretty decorative trim and bows, with the clever underwiring giving them that extra jutting prominence.

‘Mmm’, she said, running a finger down my cleavage and sending a tingling thrill through me that impacted in my pussy like a homing missile. ‘Nice, very nice ... I can see why she couldn’t keep her paws off you, if you were swinging these around every time you moved!’

She hooked her fingers under the bra straps at my shoulders and simultaneously pulled them sideways, jerking the cups down and flipping my mounds into full view with practised expertise. Then she sank lower, her hips straddling my mine, and I felt a charge of arousal as her hot moist pussy-mound rested on my lower stomach.

She reached for my breasts with both hands, kneading the soft flesh, pushing them together and pulling them apart, and rolling my nipples in her fingers. I gave a series of moans and arched my legs as wide apart as I could; she sensed my movement and understood that I was offering her everything – every and any part of my body, to do with whatever she wanted.

The first smile crossed her face, although it was a wolfish one of lust and conquest. She reached behind her and speared a finger once again into my cunt-hole, and then drove it around in clockwise circles until I was nearly screaming in arousal and sexual sensitivity.

My conqueror paused for a moment to remove my skirt and panties altogether. Then she rocked backwards onto her haunches, took hold of my knees and pushed my legs as far apart as they would go.

With that wonderful anticipatory I’m-gonna-get-soooo-fucked feeling coursing through me, I slumped further down on the couch, thrusting my pelvis out towards her.

This brought my pussy level with her face, and without hesitation she lunged forwards and feasted upon my sex. Her long firm tongue penetrated me repeatedly, alternating between curling and thrusting inwards, and then rasping up and down my length, nibbling on my lips and teasing around my clit.

My God, this woman knew what she was doing! I’d been eaten out a few times, and mostly by experienced younger women, but she outshone all of them!

But this woman was a maestro at producing sweet sounds from a girl’s body gripped between her thighs just as much as from a wooden instrument, and she sure coaxed some pure high notes out of me.)

As the woman’s tongue rasped along the walls of my vagina, making every nerve-ending tingle in ecstasy, she supplemented its attentions by rubbing my clitoris vigorously with one hand and probing my anal hole with the other.

I was completely losing control of my responses under this triple-pronged assault, and my body jerked convulsively up and down, until at last I gave a high-pitched cry – almost a scream – and shuddered from head to toe in climactic spasms. I was so utterly blown away that when the orgasm had washed through me, I sprawled on the couch, as limp as a puppet whose strings have been cut.