There was a downside to the sweet young tail I liked to prowl: drama.

I was a fit, libidinous, intelligent career woman of 47. I had my shit together. But I also had a taste for college-age muff. My latest girlfriend was named Sandy. She was a sexy blonde with perky tits. I loved the feel of her tongue in my pussy and asshole, but unfortunately, she came with a lot of emotional baggage.

And she was unloading it on me that night at the club.

My eyes wandered away from our table, taking in the other women at the lesbian-friendly hot spot while she prattled on. Dance music thumped.

Sandy pounced. “See! You never pay attention to me!”

She went on like that, even though I’d reassured and coddled her through previous episodes like this one. Sandy was really making quite a scene this time, drawing numerous snickers and a few sympathetic looks.

Finally, I slapped the table. “Sandy, you’re making up problems for us to have, and I’m sick of it. Either drop this or walk away.”

Well, what did I expect? She teared up, screamed at me and stormed out. I sat alone, realizing I’d wanted her to go, that it was easiest way to end the relationship. I had to laugh at myself.

Still, I was going to miss that sprightly body and sweet-as-nectar pussy.

Someone set a cocktail down in front of me. I looked up, surprised. The club didn’t have table service.

“Here. You look like you need this.”

“I sure as hell do,” I replied. “Thanks. Will you sit down?”

I got a good look at the woman as she did. I was startled to see she was my age. I recognized the skintight red outfit she wore. I’d seen her earlier gyrating on the dance floor, but I hadn’t caught her face. She was very pretty, the fine lines at her eyes giving her an elegant look, like a portrait painted by a master. She had short dark hair, without a hint of gray in it. Her eyebrows arched over wise, knowing eyes.

“The young ones are fun in bed but a handful everywhere else,” she said wryly.

“Amen. I’m Stevie.”

“Leigh.” We shook hands. Hers was a strong grip. The dress left her gym-toned arms bare. She looked like she had an athletic figure.

Leigh nodded in the direction Sandy had gone. “Are you two seriously involved?”

I laughed again, a little less bitterly this time. “We were. But it’s done now.”

“Too bad.” Leigh smirked, knocking back her own drink.

I took a slug of mine. “You don’t sound like you mean it.” I gazed at her tits where they pushed against her tight outfit.

“I don’t. For purely selfish reasons I’m glad you’re suddenly single.” Her smirk became a predatory grin.

I felt hesitant. “I don’t usually...” I started to say, then bit my lip, realizing I was about to say something that could easily be taken as offensive.

“I groaned at the feel of her tongue again as it slithered inside me.”

“Don’t usually fuck women your own age,” Leigh finished. “Well, honey, me either. But there’s something about you that makes my cunt sing. I want to eat you out until you’re writhing on my face and gushing your juice into my mouth.”

I was stunned speechless, partly because I’d been thinking exactly the same thing about her.

Setting down my cocktail, I stood from the table. “Let’s get out of here.”

We went to her place because it was closer. We were mauling each other before we even got out of the car in her driveway. We kissed like horny teenagers, tongues tangling wildly. I groped her tits through the dress, ready to rip the red thing off her. She tweaked my nips through my silk top, causing me to moan in her mouth.

Eventually, we stumbled into her house, practically humping each other as we crossed the threshold. I was so hot for her I couldn’t believe it. Even Sandy at her sexiest best hadn’t driven me this out of my mind. Maybe it was because I’d been with girls for so many years. That night I was with a woman.

Leigh and I tore at one another’s clothes, right there in the foyer. The red dress dropped away, revealing a taut body. She wore red stockings. I pushed her against a wall and sucked on one tit, then the other. Leigh growled with pleasure and finished getting me out of my clothing. I wore fishnet thigh-highs. She squeezed my bare ass.

We made it to the living room. There, she shoved me onto a plush couch and dove on top of me. I loved the feel of her muscular body atop mine. We kissed again, deeper this time, trying to reach for the other’s tonsils with our tongues. I clutched her fine ass and pulled her crotch hard against my own. I felt the waiting slickness of her pussy. I could smell our rising commingling sexual scent.

Leigh squirmed on top of me, plucking at my tits. She kissed her way down my neck, and then went at my nipples with her teeth. I arched my back, shoving my tits at her mouth. As she nibbled away, excitement coursed through me.

Soon she was moving farther down my body. I opened my legs, quivering with anticipation. The gelled tufts of her dark hair tickled the insides of my thighs as her head settled in between them. I felt her breath on my moist pussy. Mewling with need, I watched her take her first lick of me.

My whole body jumped, every nerve ending gone electric. She skillfully traced my folds with her tongue tip. I’d had to teach a lot of young amateurs the finer points of pussy-eating. I wouldn’t have to do anything like that with Leigh.

My knowledgeable new lover spread my cunt lips with her fingers. I groaned at the feel of her tongue again as it slithered inside me. I lifted my ass off the deep cushions, thrusting my pussy at her face. She speared me deeper, slipping a finger in beside her tongue. She teased my throbbing clit.

When she added a second finger, my hips started to buck as if of their own will. I humped her mouth. My fingers clawed the couch. Pleasure danced all up and down my body. I crushed my fishnet-clad thighs around her exquisite face and cried out, “Oh, fuck yeah, I’m coming!”

She slurped and finger-banged me through a stunning orgasm that ignited every nerve in my body. The bliss swept through me, but it didn’t deplete me. At the end I felt new energy, a stronger surge of pure animalistic lust.

I reached down and pulled Leigh back up on top of me. I kissed her so I could taste my pussy juice on her tongue, then I said, “Get up on my face, you hot bitch.”

She grinned and complied, moving up to straddle my face. She lowered that glistening gash onto my waiting mouth. I cupped the tight swells of her ass. She impaled herself on my tongue. Her wetness spilled over my lips. Maybe I was imagining it, but she tasted like fine wine to me, aged to perfection.

“She plowed me deep and hard, and I relished every inch of that rubber cock.”

I drilled my tongue up into her. I sought out her clit. She reached down for a handful of my hair and started grinding on my face, really working her hips. I flicked my tongue in and out of her tasty cleft, shifting her enough so I could get at her asshole. I licked out her delicious backdoor, going from butt to cunt and back again.

Leigh came with a howl. I slaked my thirst with her juices, her fragrant wetness filling my throat. Finally, she levered herself off, looking dazed. Then she grinned at me. “Wanna go to the bedroom?”

I hopped up, and we headed down the hall with our arms around each other, trading pussy-flavored kisses. Her bed was big and luxurious. I lay on it as she went to a cabinet. “You okay if I strap on?” she asked with a knowing look.

It was like she already knew my answer.

“Hell yes.”

Sandy and a number of my previous young lovers had been skittish about strap-ons, as if the toys were some weird betrayal of femininity. I just enjoyed them. Anything that made sex even more fun was fine by me.

Leigh approached, with the rubber cock bobbing from her pelvis. She looked beautiful and confident. I spread my legs, my pussy tingling anew. “Hands and knees,” Leigh said with a grin.

I obeyed, making myself ready to for her to take me doggy-style. I looked over my shoulder as she knelt behind me. She had lubed up the round head of the dildo. In a minute I understood why. She rubbed the fake cockhead in a teasing circle around my butthole. “Which one you want me to fuck?”

A naughty delight rippled through me. Anal sex was something else many of my younger partners had been reluctant to try. I gave in to my craving, saying, “Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard!”

Leigh’s strong hands gripped my hips. She slowly slid the rubber cock into my asshole. I felt myself opening, felt the special pleasure of backdoor penetration. I sucked in air through my teeth.

She stopped immediately. “Does it hurt?”

I liked her almost professional courtesy. “Not at all!”

The spearing of my butt continued. I rocked back against her, taking more of the dildo into me. My butt hole hummed with joy. Carnal bliss awoke in the deepest parts of me, roiling all through my body.

Bracing myself with one hand, I fingered my pussy with the other. Leigh sank her cock all the way in. She announced, “Hang on for a wild ride!” and started stroking in and out of me.

The pleasure built. Every time I thought I had reached a plateau, a new level of rapture would come along, adding to the gathering zenith. She plowed me deep and hard, and I relished every inch of that rubber cock as my slick fingers worked in my cunt.

Leigh pounded me. She yelled out, “I’m fucking your sweet ass, bitch!” and other dirty endearments. I realized she, too, was nearing orgasm, almost like the strap-on attachment were real and she was about to spurt jizz in my ass.

Suddenly, pleasure twisted me out of control. Love juice spilled over my fingers. Ecstasy flamed through my body. My climax overtook me, and everything went red again, then a bright white. Then it faded to a soft pink, and I was lying next to Leigh. We held each other gently, two finely aged sexual warriors who were afraid of nothing.

She kissed my cheek and murmured, “I can’t remember the last time some young thing let me fuck her ass.”

I said, “Kids these days,” and we both laughed.

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