Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 16:23:23 -0500 From: 69lady .... Subject: Mature Pussy Once, some years ago, I met an older woman. She was a bit past 55 with beautiful silver slivers that curved and flowed like swallow-tails from her temples. I'd gone to my favorite soft-lit, romantic lounge alone. It was, as usual, bulging with sipping singles -- crammed with cocky, sometimes uncertain curious drop-ins. But eventually, I snared a small table in the middle aisle. All seats were taken at the bar, too...and she was shoe-horned and cramped beside some spittle-drool jerk who was leering down her scrumptious, splendid cleavage. Obviously, she was NOT enthralled by his attention. I caught her eye, smiled, and waved her over. "You're such a dear," she said, sitting down. "I don't know how long I would have stayed without a seat." "I didn't think you were charmed with your present company...or were you?" I teased...and her hearty laugh was answer enough to that! We chatted away, watched others dance; listened to some wonderful blues and slow-dance sounds from the band. It was difficult to keep my eyes from her; fleshy and full, aroused nipples swelled to erotic points. And she was quite aware that my eyes caressed every cell of her prominent breasts! I was...then...in my late 20's and this pleased her greatly. My guess about her was mid-50s, perhaps older. Grinning, she whispered, "I see your generic heritage left YOU very well-endowed too, my dear!" Saying this her head cocked slightly, moving in small tight circles of appraisal. Those mischievous, probing eyes missed nothing about my body... Inside, I tingled that she admired, approved of me. To date, my sexual hungers had been fulfilled by younger or same-age women. But her obvious prim demeanor puzzled me...but made her very stunning, so uniquely attractive and desirable. She oozed sensuality, confidence and grace, blended with subtle but delectable undercurrents of patient passion and explosive lust. I could hardly keep composure. "Yes," I smiled, feeling some VERY erotic embers spreading through my cunt to my tummy. "Granny told me many times: Drink your milk, you'll have big titties!" Jean laughed long and hard at this...almost tipping over in her chair! And I felt even more taken with her, despite the calendar barrier. In fact, I sensed, knew that age would not be a factor at all! Now I scanned her completely too. Besides the hair, her torso narrowed to a small, splendid waist, devoid of the usual bulge that comes with growing years. Her left leg crossed the right, exposing a marvelous length of sensuous thigh, slightly dimpled just below the hem. She seemed BORN to wear a mini...not easily done when nature's imperfections become pronounced in later years. Mentally I puzzled why the pic mags overlooked mature beauty in their search for alluring females [?] A lanky young man asked her to dance, but she replied, "I've saved this one for Katherine." Her wink to me almost made my pussy melt! She stood up, held out her hand to me, and we cruised together to the dance floor. Many other women were dancing together also; an intended snub, and -- more to the point - assertions of our sexuality and choice. Jean held me very close, our nipples crushing wickedly and hard. My mind thought "static cling." I felt so intimate, invigorated by the pressure of my body to hers. By the time we were back at the table, my pussy was more than damp! We danced several times, each more arousing, sensual than the last. I felt her breath on my neck and cheek...and more than once, a soft, exploring tongue-tip grazed my nape. Then Jean said quietly, "Look, if I'm not too bold, why spend money here? Drinks are free at my place...and more cozy!" There was a direct but comforting, soothing emphasis in her eyes; kindly, trusting, yet profound with a hint of need, desire and want. And this lovely woman read in my mind that I so much wanted her, too. There was, indeed a craving for unknown, but sexually fulfilling ventures very near at hand. "I'm really quite close," she added, brushing her hand gently along my thigh. Some would describe that as "electric". To me, it was a bellows blowing air on my fiery cunt! With just her casual touch, I was close to pussy meltdown... I felt that wonderful heat grow stronger and I sensed it came from meeting this delicious woman. I wanted to know her completely! My mind sensed that something new and lovely...so sensual in erotic love and texture...would evolve before this night turned over its weary labor to the dawn. There was a rush-surge through my veins that blossomed with every erotic step. Dance floors were made for intimate, lust beginnings! And when our bodies closed, and titties crushed together, another burner was lit to add to our "Bonfire of the Vanities!" In wanting her so much, I'd found new fantasies to savor. Another erotic playground crammed with succulent fruits! "I'm not very hard to convince...and it sounds wonderful!" I whispered finally, knowing she sensed my urgency. "Your voice is so beautiful," I added quickly, "But it's so crowded here, I can hardly hear you!" * * * We took her car...a white Bentley that purred like a male-pussy during the drive. Along the way, more knowing smiles; her gentle, erotic touches between the traffic lights. I wondered if she knew I wore no panties...? * * * The house was a Victorian 12-room mansion, rambling and sprawled over rolling hills and rippled-green depressions. Her neighbors' homes were at least 150 yards away to either side. It must have been built about 1910 or so, and it was gorgeous! She poured two glasses of Burgundy and we walked, arm and arm, through sumptuous carpeted rooms on the lower floor. Right away I noticed little porcelain statuettes of very young nymphs romping through lust-gyrations of sensual, poignant mergings. Even cold, impervious stone could sometimes be very, very arousing! There were five bedrooms on the second floor - all with nude portraits of exquisite women who gave truth and depth to that lovely adjective, "beautiful." One in particular was really striking. "My younger sister by three years," Jean explained, touching the portrait's thigh. The resemblance bore her out. Sister, like her, had exquisite, pointy nipples. Tits, if you will. God, I loved that word! Granny had indeed given wise advice: "Drink your milk -- you'll have big titties!" In sum, there were over 30 paintings. Jean was, of course, more than slightly eccentric; but her obvious wealth allowed her to indulge. Her taste in art (and artists) was exceptional! There was one that moved my mind to a masculine realm: a young boy, lying closed-eyed, hard and stroking his throbbing cock...almost to the point of spraying his thick jet stream on his belly. I licked my lips...wishing, fantasizing. "I'm widowed now," she began again, "And my husband had elaborate and very unique sexual hungers." She opened a large photo album and pointed at a picture. "Hubby was running the camera," she remarked as my gaze moved over the photo. In the shot, she was on her back, legs spread wide to receive a wonderful cock thrusting in her cunt. Her face reflected that exquisite strain of total lust and full abandon, contorted and meeting his driving cock with greed for more cock deep into her! Her mouth was crammed with another fleshy dick, so pliant and fucking deep into her mouth. One could see his cum dribble from her mouth as he fucked deep and passionately into her mouth and throat. She obviously had mastered the art of deep-throating a crazed and needing cock! "Right from the very beginning, "Jean continued, "We discussed our sexual pleasures -- honestly without shame." `Indulge my quirks,' he'd said, `And when I'm dead and gone, the money's yours to spend however you want -- it's yours forever!" She closed the book and looked at me intently. "Towards the end, his health was poor, but still he was a raging satyr in bed. I loved him so much...wanted his cum to jet, squirt, explode forever in my mouth. I absolutely ADORE the taste of cum!" Her face reflected all those wonderful memories that still pleased her to recall. "I learned to please him," Jean went on, "Any way he wished: participate, watch, play...even role-play if he wanted...ease my fuck-toys into my pussy while he stroked; dress in outlandish thongs and bras for him...fuck my ass with a vibe while he stroked and shot his cum all over my cunt... anything to enhance, prolong his sexual fetishes and particular desires of the moment. I grew to love every one of his unique...shall we say, "oddities"?...other women, men with urgent throbbing cocks he loved to suck while I watched; groups, fetishes...he opened so many doors..." She moved to one of the paintings and ran her fingers over the belly of the woman in the portrait. God, it was SO erotic to watch her hands move gently over that luscious, alluring form! "His on-going favorite fantasy was to watch me eat, lick, suck pussy." Her eyes pierced me intently when she said this and my instant smile provided the answer that she wanted. "...And did you? Eat, lick, suck pussy? "Perhaps far more than your luscious mouth has known!" She grinned seductively, then smiled. Her hand moved gently over my twitching belly. My pussy was creaming on my thigh! We moved from room to room, finally coming to a particular one she told me was her favorite. There, gracing most of the wall, was a portrait of her...standing like a regal queen - nude with a sensual smile and glint of mischief in her large brown eyes. Her hand rested gently on a full, protruding thigh, her thumb very close to her cunt. My mind reasoned that when the painting session was over, her fingers found a very wet home in her drenched, enchanting cavern! ...Or perhaps an expert female tongue had twirled its way around, over and through those luscious, shaved labia lips. Jean swayed to the stereo, put on an Andy Williams love album, took me in her arms, and held me close. She pressed her nipples into mine again, her hands clutching gently... moving up my thigh. "We deserve a special dance," she purred, her voice like melting chocolate fudge. "Oh yes!" I whispered coarsely. "Something to make us bond in perfect harmony. Tell me!" I let my hands roam over her lovely ass cheeks, wanting so much to let my tongue explore so sweetly inside the tight, clenching chamber beyond the sphinctered star; exhilarating softness and sensual kneading gropes. God, she was SO sexy, so pliably soft! Her nipples felt like erotic spears, wanting to pierce my body. Oozing cum had long ago drenched my inner thighs. Now it was a constant flow that almost reached my knees. I was so glad I'd not worn panties! We flowed to the bed and kissed, long and deep, urgently probing each other's pleading, slobbering mouths. I sucked her tongue like a cock. She had me on fire! "Are you sure I'm not too old for you?" Jean questioned abruptly. My answer came in a long wet lick through her deep cleavage. "Jean," I whispered, "You have more sexual appetite in your fingertips, more erotic sensuality than most women will ever know! You are, indeed, Mature Pussy!" She stood up and slowly, provocatively, removed her blouse. Her nipples were immense! Dark- brown, erect, pointy; delicious to the eyes and mouth...just the way I liked them. I could imagine her hubby's cock sliding through that luscious, deep valley. In the fantasy, she bent her head and sucked on her right nipple, then randomly, wetly moved her tongue over his wetting, pre-cum cock. His cum left a path between her tits and she rubbed the rich protein over the fleshy mounds and nipples, then soaked her clit for him to lick and suck! I thought my cunt would explode...and she hadn't even touched me! Her skirt slid easily down to her feet. Her small waist swelled to proportional, rotund hips...ventured around to that beautiful ass! My mind screamed to plunge my tongue very deep into her exquisite asshole! Her pussy, like mine, was shaved with protruding, puffy pink outer labia lips. She pried them apart and I saw the texture, color change to dark pink...so very deep and ending with the small but splendid door to her inner cunt and womb! Then Jean asked, "Would you like a taste?" "I've thought of nothing else for hours!" I almost screamed, and my tongue leapt out of its socket and snaked into her pussy; curled and probed, seeking that "special" change in texture that would drive her insane. I licked, sucked, and devoured every drop of her splendid pussy-cream. It was viscous, tangy and sweet and smelled of morning-dew roses at dawn, but with a unique, abundant musk I immediately loved. My imagination ventured that I would like to have sucked out her hubby's cum when it had spewed his delicious cream into her luscious channel. I have known no pussy since hers that was that wet! I moved my whole face around and through her abundant, gushing cum; smelling the delectable pussy-scents that soaked my nose, cheeks, and eyebrows...even my hair! I ran both ears over that drenched and pulsing cave, wanting to squeeze inside - lick and suck -- probe and try to make my tongue enter her uterus. God, I was so turned on I could not breathe! Jean undressed me, kissed, then licked slowly, with so much love, over my shaved mons. I wanted to lay back my head and just enjoy, but I forced myself to watch my cum flow freely to her mouth. There were intense moans, soft but penetrating, from her throat as my fervent, gushing cunt juice found its way to her mouth, then spilled down her tits to her tummy. Her exquisite velvet tongue made my cunt a cauldron of pungent, erupting cream. "Oh, sweet dear!" she cried out. "You're a squirter, just like me! And nothing tastes better than a shaved cunt. We will bathe in each other's cum!" THAT was pure truth! Her tongue roved everywhere...from throbbing clit to quivering, trembled asshole, plunging around then into the tight but needing sphincter, then twirling inside, licking every inch of contracting, ultra-sensitive walls! "Your pussy and ass taste like "unguent of coconut," she rasped in a husky voice. The timbre of her voice was low and guttural, almost like a man's. "I would love to suck a man's cum from your delicious asshole!" Jean rolled me over on my tummy, raised my legs up and out, and spread my cheeks for more of her plunging tongue-fucks. My cunt still squirted little frantic arcs on her face and chin. It was so erotic to see my cream in her lovely silver hair. My ass was squirming all over the bed from her talented thrusts. She must have penetrated at least 4". God, she fucked my ass with her tongue as if there would never be another time to know and feel such pleasure. She could twist her tongue in such a way that it touched every nerve of ultra-sensitive canal. God, I had never felt anything like it! Jean put me on my knees, then knelt behind me and sucked my pouting, one-inch clit; lapped again through the furrow back to my ass. Her tempo was much faster now and I girded for one final, delirious cum. "Someday, my darling, I want your clit to fuck me like a cock!" There was an explosion in my mind when I heard, then understood and grasped the full eroticism of her words! My pussy exploded in her mouth, filling it full with my white-hot cream. I watched her lick from bottom to top, suck lightly, gently on my clit that scream for more! then move her fingers along my trembling thighs. Softly, she moved her face to mine and kissed me deeply, releasing my juice to drench and saturate my lips and mouth. God, I so much loved this scrumptious woman! "I wanted to share your honeyed taste, darling!" Jean's voice could soothe the quills from porcupines! "When you're alone, if you're like me, you soak your fingers after you cum, then drink the cream like wine!" Jean was the most erotic, sensuous woman I had known to date. She was the best! We fucked in 69 for a very long time and I swallowed every drop of her cum. "I have a surprise, sweetie," she said, moving to the dresser. Out came a 10" strap-vibe, complete with an inside cock. She smeared my cum all over the vibe-head, then ran 2 fingers in my ass. She eased the long cock very gently into the channel, then gradually increased the speed and depth. The vibe was humming on high, oscillating in my ass and making me squirt juice-cum again. There was no end to this, I thought. Tonight, I will cum forever! "Someday," Jean whispered, "You'll feel my bi-friend's cock in your gorgeous ass. His cum is SOOOOO delicious! And he revives very quickly to cum again...and again! And I will suck every drop from your sweet little ass!" It thrilled my pussy no end to hear and react to her erotic words. I loved that she talked that way! All the fuck-suck words I had ached to hear! I don't know how I kept from fainting at their sound... Together, we drained ourselves. I remember four distinct explosions of lovely cum from my pussy. Since my teen years, I'd always been multiple, but had never been aroused so much before! We were lying together, nestled in each other's arms, occasionally kissing and...just loving the soft, sensuous contact of each other. I felt an urge between my legs. "Got to pee," I said over my shoulder, padding away to the bathroom. I sat on the stool and let the warm stream splatter on the water. Then she was there, kneeling before me, pushing my legs up and spreading them apart. My mind accepted this, as I'd fantasized so often about the total eroticism of peeing while someone watched me! I slumped back against the tank. My pee was really gushing now. Then, to my utter surprise, she took my clit in her mouth and bit it gently, just enough to make me tingle again. My warm pee flowed in many rivers in her mouth, over her wonderful face, cascading down her neck and belly; gathering in a pool on the fluffy rug beneath her pussy. This was so new to me! But her mouth was so urgent, so intense around my pee-hole and my cunt! Jean covered my pussy with her mouth as my golden pee kept gushing. This new passion, this rapture was fantastic! I held her head, urging her face ever closer... and my fingers brushed her cheek while she drank my pee. It cascaded down her neck, flowing in a torrent between her magnificent tits. "Oh, darling!" she shouted. "You are so luscious! I want to drink all your cum and pee-juices!" Her mouth sucked my pee-hole like someone possessed! I could not help but expand and contract several times, interrupting the flow, releasing the warm golden stream again to her wide mouth. Jean understood this, and eased back to let me start again. My poor bladder must have held 10 gallons! I kept touching her face, running my fingers over her mouth, urging her to lick and suck some more. I could not get enough! And I also had an urge to bury my face in her pussy when she peed! She eased a small hand-vibe into my ass again...and my head hit the ceiling. Jean seemed to know every button to push to make me have endless cums. Later, she told me that eating pussy while peeing was her greatest turn-on: To suck and lick a peeing woman to the heights of erotic ecstasy. Finally, my pee ended and she licked my cunt softly, gently like a mother cat. All my erotic thoughts seemed to glow, to radiate into every corner. In spite of being spent, I knew it would not be long before I was blazing again. Jean put me in the tub. "Spread you pussy lips for me, darling," she said sweetly. I opened very wide and her warm, golden pee gushed into my cunt. I could never dream of such a delight! My pussy was ready to explode again. She squeezed her cunt lips so that her pee would come out in random spurts instead of a steady stream. Her sweetness crawled up my belly to my tits, then closer and closer. I opened my mouth and let the exquisite liquid gush until my mouth was full. Then I swallowed hard and opened again. Her pee was delicious! In times past, I would have cringed from doing this. But on this night, I found a wonderful freedom...and inhibitions were forever lost on my journey to find this ultimate sexual pleasure. Jean rolled me on my back, spread my cheeks and let her pee flow onto my ass, prying it open with her fingers while it found its way inside the puckered channel. Another delirious pleasure! My mind had twirling lights and shapes, streaking comets swirling in random orbits like hedonistic banshees! God, I thought! How could I have missed all this? The past could not be re-lived, but the future would be superb! * * * We see each other quite often...each time something new, more thrilling than before. Double-headed cocks. Our cunts will engulf the length until our pussies touched and loved more with our cunt-kiss! So many erotic toys! And yes, her bi male friend shoots gallons of his cum deep in my ass while he sucks his friend's cock. That is an incredible turn-on, to watch a man suck cock! Jean eats my pussy while he fucks my ass. Then he puts a funnel in my asshole and pees down the spout, filling my ass-cunt with a luscious golden stream! From Jean and the men, I've learned about the realm of total uninhibited love and sexual magnificence! There is only future bliss to come...and never will I be happier than now! X X X Copyright January, 2005 Bi Dotty "Would love to have your comments about this story. Please write: eros_lady69@hotmail.com