A raven haired woman

Standing surrounded by the remaining men is a beautiful raven haired woman, I'd guess around 40 but with a toned body and curves like I have only ever dreamed of possessing. She steps forward, shooing off the hands of the men as they try to grope her, standing in tall black heels and a conservative figure hugging dress. Her makeup is slightly smudged and she appears to have a lock of grey hair across one side of her head.

She pulls the dress over her head and drapes it over a carousel, the men give wolf whistles as she gives a little twirl so they can all she her full juicy titties, I was sure that she would have been wearing a bra with such wonderful melons but even though she is old enough to be my mother they are pert and firm. Turning back to face me with the small crowd behind her she hooks her thumbs around the waistband of her black thong, bends at the hips pulling it down and giving the men a peek at her waxed snatch and perfect buttocks. She steps out of the thong, catching it with a foot, picking it up and resting it over the dress.

Her entire naked body screams a feminine charm, class and appeal that my skinny little frame has never had and it makes me jealous. The freedom from societal sexual norms that had been powering me through for the last several hours is eclipsed by a woman twice my age but ten times the woman I could ever be. Was it freedom that I had or just being adored by so many men?

She goes down on to her hands and knees and stalks towards me like a tiger, slipping between my legs I feel something wet and soft drag up my thigh, her tongue lapping away on the slick semen caked on them. Another long lap, then one on the other leg. Lick after lick, getting closer and closer to my pussy until finally she is there.

Many years ago a girl friend and I decided to practice kissing when I was stopping round her house. Our lips touched and we broke into a fit of giggles. We tried a couple more times but only ever got as far as giggles. That summarised my previous lesbian experiences up until the point a stunning milf decided she wanted to lick my swollen sore kitty.

Her tongue grazed over my swollen outer lips, then into the exposed inner lips until it slips inside me. After all the sex I've had today nobody has brought there mouth to my crotch, after the furious fucking I've received this is sensual and soft. Loving even. She pushes her mouth around me and her tongue into me, forcing my cum and the cum of so many guy into her mouth. Fingers push into me, working out the thick liquid and she licks and sucks up every drop.

Her mouth slips over my clit and her tongue presses into it, making love to it as her fingers start fucking my cunt. She has either done this before or she knows exactly what she wants. The sensation vitalises me, my breathing becomes laboured and moaning pleasures escape me with ease. I shudder as her fingers curl, stroking my G - spot, again they stroke and again I shudder. I silently mouth the words 'I'm going to cum'.

She pushes my clit against her front teeth with her tongue and pulses her fingers over my G-spot. I scream out as I unashamedly orgasm, the feeling is divine and my legs twitch, wanting to clamp her head into place so this feeling will never end. I groan and pant as she pulls herself off me and stands over me. Even though my body is sore and my fuck holes most of all I want her to do it again but instead she gets dressed.

She walks back over to me and pulls me to my feet, I'm unsteady and standing. She pulls my cum caked tank top back over my tits and my dress down over my ass. With the caked creased folds it doesn't even cover my little butt anymore. My little heels go on, my bag is found and she leads me out hand in hand. We are the last people to leave.

Slowly we walk round the block to her brand new sports car and she drives us to a hotel. Luckily at this late hour there doesn't seem to be many people about and even though I look, and smell, atrocious nobody is close enough to say a thing. The woman bathes us and we make small talk, exchange names and what happened but I can't remember a word of the conversation. It goes in one ear and out the other. She gently towels me down and puts me to bed. I feel her climb in next to me, holding her naked body against mine as I easily fall to sleep.