Senior Seduction

"Go down on me, Stuart," she breathed - it were as though she had read my mind. "I want to feel your hot tongue in me."

I was in no need of a second urging. I did, I suppose, feel some trepidation as to whether my inexperienced attentions in such an area would be up to satisfying a lady such as Carol, but if nothing else, I was determined to score ten out of ten for effort. Slowly, I slid down towards my ultimate goal, withdrawing my hand as I approached, making ready to replace it with my lips...my tongue. I could see the juices glistening in and around her incredibly hairy pussy as her own fingers continued to work at her clit and the scent of her filled my nostrils. I was by this time fully erect again and my cock was desperate to get at what was now being offered to my mouth, but I knew that would come in its own good time.

I licked upwards, towards her clitoris but not quite touching it, drawing an appreciative moan. She tasted wonderful. I couldn't believe how wet she was. Pretty soon, the lower half of my face was awash with her juices as my boldness grew, alternately exploring her outer labia with feather-like brushes of my tongue and delving that same organ deep within her as far as it would go. As I focused in earnest on her clit, her fingers delved deep within her own channel, seeking that same point's internal source, and she was thrashing beneath me on the bed as her moans grew louder all the time. When she climaxed, her legs tightened around my head, her stockinged thighs holding me firmly in place, but even though I was finding it difficult to breathe, I persevered diligently with my task, my tongue by now aching as rarely used muscles grew weary.

"Oh, Stuart, that was sensational," she sighed, contentedly. "Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?"

Released from her grip and able to breathe freely again, I simply replied, "I'm not sure. I think it just comes naturally, because I enjoy it so much."

Carol giggled and reached for me. "Well, I hope to find out that you enjoy other things every bit as much!" She was dragging me back up her body, my cock slapping against her leg, higher and higher. As she wrapped one arm around me and drew me into a hungry kiss, her other hand reached for my erection and guided it towards her waiting pussy. A short pause at the entrance, a gentle rub back and forth of my glans across her clit, then I was sliding in to her, onwards and upwards, immediately feeling like I had found the place where I truly belonged.

"Oh, yes..." she breathed. "Nice and easy, Stuart - that's it, baby." Then she was kissing me again, her tongue licking the vestiges of her own juices from my mouth and face. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as we maintained a slow, almost leisurely pace. I closed my eyes to better savour the myriad sensations coursing through me.

"Stuart," she whispered in my ear, possibly more than once, as I was lost in a dreamland of fulfilled fantasies and realised goals, "have you ever gone up the back way?"

"Huh?" I was pretty sure I knew what she meant, but I suppose I was in a little bit of a daze at that point.

"Have you ever performed anal sex?" She seemed to tighten her grip on me as she asked the question, whether through excitement or a deliberate attempt to elicit a response, I don't know. "I love it! A big hard cock like yours, squirming its way in to my back entrance - it's the ultimate! It drives me wild! Do you want to try it?"

"Sure." I was obviously familiar with anal sex but extremely reluctant to tell her it wasn't something I'd even considered, never mind tried. "What...eh...position do you want to do it in?"

Carol kissed me again, tenderly. "I'll turn over. It'll be just like doggy-style, sweetheart: I promise." Another kiss. "But wait a minute..." Somehow, she managed to reach out and open the drawer in the small cabinet by her bed and extract a small white tube. She then relaxed her grip on me and encouraged me to slide out of her for the moment, much to my chagrin. I had not been far away from cumming again, and this interruption was not what I had wanted. I eased back slightly on the bed as she turned over, taking the cap off her little tube and squeezing some clear gel onto her finger. She then used this gel - whatever it may have been - to generously lubricate her anus. She snatched a paper tissue from a box by the bed which she used to wipe her finger then assumed a position on her hands and knees.

"Okay, Stuart. Come and get it!" She wiggled her hips at me. I was still hard and ready, if a little apprehensive, but as I moved towards her, Carol reached behind her and grabbed a hold of me, guiding me towards the target, positioning me, then instructing me to gently push. The initial resistance had me worried, I must admit, but as her sphincter muscles finally relaxed and granted me access and I slowly slid deeper within her, I began to savour the tightness, the novelty value of this new experience. I didn't have to be told to take it easy this time and initially I held her hips as I began long, exquisitely slow thrusts, but as Carol's arousal again grew and my own kept pace, I slumped almost on top of her, one of my hands cupping at a fleshy breast as the other sought her pussy, finding one of her own already there. We were both breathing heavier and heavier, approaching what I hoped would be a shared release, and she moaned as my thrusts grew more urgent, more intense.

"Carol...I'm going to cum!" I gasped.

"Good, sweetheart - so am I! Give it to me, Stuart! Spurt it in to me...!!!"

It were as though it had been co-ordinated. Together, we achieved an earth-shattering orgasm, me squirting deep in to her bowels as she shuddered and bucked beneath me. Carol collapsed face-down on the bed, me still embedded within her, even as my final thrusts abated.

"Stuart, that was wonderful, baby," Carol told me, after a few, breathless moments. "I think you've been holding out on me. I think you're a lot more experienced than you've been letting on!"

I kissed the back of her head. "Not yet, Carol - not yet. But I'm getting there..."