I had just turned 25, and until that point was a guy who had never considered having sex with an older woman.

But that was before I met Serena, a hot 35-year-old divorcée. Serena has a terrific ass and a nice rack. At the gym, all the guys like to watch her work out. Her breasts are not overly big, but they stand firm. We belonged to the same cycling club for a couple of years. On one particular bike ride, Serena (who was wearing a sports bra and spandex shorts) got ahead of everyone. I said to my friend John, “Man, that’s one sweet piece of thirtysomething ass!” John agreed with me.

About two weeks later Serena was driving me home one night, and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she always did. But this time the hug lasted a little longer. Then she looked at me with her soulful brown eyes and said, “So you think I’m a sweet piece of thirtysomething ass?”

Instead of being thrown by this, I said, “Yeah, what about it?” After a moment she hugged me again and began to kiss me on the lips. Our tongues found each other, and as they did, it felt like sparks were igniting inside me. Feeling bold, I let my hand move up her round ass to her back. I could feel that she was braless under the layered tank tops she was wearing. I circled her waist with my hands, then brought them up along her rib cage and accidentally brushed against her breasts. When she didn’t resist, I slid my hand under her tops to feel her breasts. As I touched a nipple, she plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. We kissed frantically for what seemed like hours. Eventually the straps of her tank tops slid completely off one arm, exposing her left tit. She looked at me and asked, “You want some thirtysomething pussy to go with that thirtysomething ass?”

We made it into the hallway of my building and began kissing again in front of my door. My hands slid down her back to again feel the ass I’d so often admired. Bringing my hands around to the front, I unsnapped her shorts and slid them down, revealing a pair of lacey pink bikini bottoms. I found my keys and we went inside. I pulled Serena’s tops clean off, revealing her full breasts, but she had other plans. She unbuckled my belt and said, “These jeans are in the way.” She unzipped them and slid them down. When I stepped out of them, she went back to kissing me and began giving my cock a handjob. I almost came just from her touch.

Then she stopped and said, “I want your shirt off, too.” She pulled it up over my head. Kneeling in front of me, she resumed the handjob and said, “I’ll have to do something about this.” She began sucking my cock slowly — agonizingly slowly. Then she took me all the way into her mouth and deep-throated me. As she began building speed, I could feel the pressure building up in my cock. I tried to control it but I couldn’t, and shouted, “Oh God, I’m going to come.” Instead of releasing me, Serena sucked my cock like she was sucking the last bit of ice cream from the bottom of a cone. Then she swallowed.

I pulled her down onto the bed and slid her panties down her legs. That’s when I noticed that she had an unshaved bush (which I actually like), though she had trimmed it. I also noticed that “the carpet didn’t match the drapes.” But I already knew she was a faux blonde. I spread her legs apart and slowly licked my way up her right thigh as I fingered her pussy. At her clit, I decided to up the ante and slid my finger slowly in and out of her ass. She gasped as I went in and out of her bunghole, eventually burying my middle finger deep in her, all the while licking her fabulous honeypot.

Her breathing was becoming more labored. Not wanting her to come yet, I plunged my hard-again cock into her love tunnel. I took my time and deliberately worked my cock in and out at a snail’s pace as she tightened her legs around my waist and said, “Fuck me harder, you asshole! Fuck me harder!” I bent down to lick her nipples. As I did this, she put her arms around my neck, pulled me closer to her face, and said through clenched teeth, “I want you to fuck me in the ass!” I couldn’t believe it at first. No woman has ever asked me to fuck her in the ass. I’m usually the one doing the asking.

I bent her over on all fours and eased my cock into her asshole. She moaned a little. Pushing gently at first, I went deeper with each thrust. She squealed with delight each time, until finally I was in all the way to the hilt. “Now, harder!” she commanded. “Pork my ass!”

I grabbed her by her middle, pounding her as hard as I could, and she jammed back against me to meet my every thrust. I rode her poop chute till she came and then I exploded inside her anal canal. I’d never come that hard or that much before in my life.

Serena, who looked so nice at the beginning of the night, was now a total wreck. She was sweaty, her hair was mussed up, she was out of breath — and she had never looked as beautiful. She could barely get up, but I kissed her again, spreading her ass cheeks as she stood so that my come could leak out.

“You do realize I am staying the night,” she said as she caught her breath. All I could say was okay. There’s no doubt she was in charge the whole time.