His reverie was broken by her voice. “Come on, lets get out of here. We have a lot more to do.” She grasped his still stiff manhood, and playfully pulled him to follow her out of the shower. She stepped out. He felt weak in the knees, and was slow to follow. He turned off the water, and exited the bathroom.
He found her, leaning back on her bed, heavy breasts hanging free, legs apart. “I need to cum,” she commanded in a soft but firm drawl.. “Get your face in here right now.” He crawled onto the bed, between her legs, and pressed his lips against her thigh, just above the knee.
He began to slowly lick up the inside of her leg, inching closer and closer to the center of her female nature. Her legs smelled clean and fresh from the shower, but as his mouth drew closer, he inhaled the odor of her arousal, the scent of a woman’s sex. His tongue moved to the top of her thigh, into the crease between her buttock and her leg, moving up and closer. He tasted her juices on his tongue. When his tongue was just about to reach her slit, he stopped, and started to slide his tongue back down her thigh. “God damnit,” she cried. “Enough playing around. I told you I wanted your mouth and tongue on my pussy, and I meant it.”
He looked up at her for a moment, smiled, and placed his mouth, full, wide-open, over her entire pussy. He exhaled warm air over her sex. Then he spread its pressed his tongue between her swollen, excited lips, and licked upwards, feeling her fluids flow over his face and beard. His tongue barely caressed the tip of her hard little knob in passing. He licked again between her hot pussy lips, pressing just a little harder and deeper. He repeated that upward, licking motion several more times, pressing deeper each time. Then, he made his tongue hard and narrow, and thrust it deep into her passage, pushing as far in as he could. He probed upward with it, seeking her G spot. He thrust his tongue deep into her, then pulled it out, fucking her with his tongue lock it was a small cock. With each outward movement, he let his tongue slide over her hard clit. He withdrew his tongue from the depths of her hot, moist channel, and placed the tip directly on the tip of her clit. Placing his hands under her ass, he pulled her toward his mouth, burying himself between her thighs. He began to run his tongue up and down on her clit, flicking at it. Pausing, occasionally, to put his lips over it and to suck it, before returning to the up and down flicking motion. He tried playing around her clit with circular motions of his tongue. Oh yes, she seemed to enjoy that. He felt her thighs grow tight around his ears. He started twirling his tongue around her clit, faster and faster, around and round, pulling her to him She lifted her hips toward him. Twirling his tongue, around and round Her hands on the back of his head, pulling him into her crotch. His tongue kept moving She screamed and bucked into his face, flooding him with womanly excretions. He continued to work his tongue on her clit until the tension passed, and she collapsed back onto the bed.
Debra sighed contentedly. She smiled and stared at the naked, older man, who was still lying on his stomach, between her legs (although his mouth was no longer pressed against her genitals). “Ok, dear, its time to get yourself ready for me. Get up on your knees and put these under you.” He lifted his hips, and positioned the pillows she gave him under his body so that his ass pointed upward.
He began to shiver. “Don’t worry, dear,” she assured him. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to own your ass.” She opened the jar of petroleum jelly that has been sitting on her night stand since they made the appointment. She dipped two fingers into the jar and scooped out a large glob of the greasy goop. The lubricant felt cool between the cheeks of his ass as she smeared it around the rim of his anus. She dipped into the jar a second time, and pressed her middle finger against the ring. It slid in easily this time. She slid the finger in and out, coating the inside of his passageway with the gel. The finger was removed, and then two coated fingers pressed against his hole. He pushed back, opening his hole, and the two fingers slid in. He let out a soft groan.
She stopped pushing. “That feels good,” he assured her in a slightly raspy voice.
She pushed her fingers in, wiggling them against his prostate, and then sliding them in and out. “Now, I have to stretch the opening.” She gently moved her fingers around the rim of his anus with just the first joint or each finger inside him. “How does that feel?”
“You are doing a wonderful job,” he gasped. “I think I’m ready for three fingers.”
She removed her fingers from the tight, warm passage. She dipped three fingers into the jar, and returned them to his hole. She pressed in. He pushed out. Nothing happened. “Push harder,” he panted. He felt the pressure increase. She put a hand under his stomach, which was bulging outward. She wriggled her fingertips at his opening, try to gently stretch it open. He pushed back harder. The three fingers started to slide in. He felt a cramping in his gut as his anus was stretched. He let out a guttural groan, and she stopped, releasing the pressure, and her fingers moved back out.
“No, that’s okay, keep going.” His voice came from so far back in his throat, she was not sure what he said. “Go ahead,” he gasped. “Stretch my asshole.” She resumed pushing, twisting her fingers slightly to move them forward. He pushed back and open. Her fingers started to move, slipping forward to the first joint of each finger. She heard him panting and gasping for breath.