It was the worst Christmas I’d ever spent. My girlfriend, oddly enough, had been seeing an older guy and was quite smitten. At twenty three I’d had sex with my first older woman and, no matter how hasty it had been, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. When I got back to college I hoped to have Lily again, but from the way she had behaved after the first time I doubted it. When Lily appeared at my door, looking forlorn, I still doubted it. She had changed from her work clothes into a black shirt and white blouse, nice heels. I found her just as sexy as ever. “We need to talk,” she said. Here we go, I thought. She told me she was shocked at herself, she being married etc. What would people say etc. I practically drifted off while she was talking. Then I decided to call a halt to it all. “Look, Lily,” I said. “I thoroughly enjoyed fucking you. Just be honest, did you enjoy it?” She winced at my strong language, then said, “Yes.” “Well there we are,” I said. Then, after a pause, she said, “I think about it all the time. I don’t know what’s come over me.” At that point a light bulb flashed in my brain. I sensed the distinct possibility of having her again. I told myself that if it happened it would be more than a quick fuck. In my mind I’d already had her so many times. “Come here,” I whispered. She stepped forward a couple of paces. I immediately placed my lips on hers. She sighed deeply. I put my arms around her and snaked my tongue all around her mouth, smoothing my hands along her back, flattening her breasts against my chest. This time she was more obviously aroused. I could feel her pubic bone grinding gently against me as I cupped her big round buttocks. I brought my left hand up and started to unbutton her blouse. “Let me see your breasts, Lily,” I whispered. Her eyes closed and breathing quite heavily she straightened her back. I looked down at the white lacy cups of her bra, then reached inside and slipped the straps off her shoulders. Her lovely womanly breasts dropped slightly. But what a delight to behold! They were quite large and, despite her age, swooped down nicely from her chest. The nipples were as big as the tip of my little finger. I flicked at each one with my tongue, then rolled them between my lips. She moaned. As I did this I found the fastening at the side of the skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, sat on the edge of the bed and removed her blouse and bra completely. Though clearly aroused she still seemed a little timid. I dropped to my knees in front of her and placed my hands on her knees. “Lay back, let me see your fanny.” She stiffened. “I’m not some young thing, y’know.” “I really want to see it.” She gradually lay down across my bed. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and slowly drew them down her legs. Her thick black bush sprang out. I immediately started nuzzling it, catching a slight whiff of her musk, then forced my tongue into the top of her puffy-lipped split. Clearly enjoying this she gradually parted her thighs. I gasped at the sight. It was the most beautiful fanny I’ve ever seen. A mass of soft, dark hair surrounded soft, pudgy lips on either side of a deep red split. At that point I completely lost it. I pulled apart the lips till her fanny was as broad as it was long and buried my face in it, lapping, sucking and sniffing. I always loved going down, getting the ‘full flavour’ of a woman before a fuck. Lily was no different. Soon her hips were bucking against my face. She didn’t come when I licked her but she was clearly one of those women who enjoyed a good licking out. She signalled that she had had enough by saying, “I want you now, honey.” I smiled at the coyness then got up to undress. As I took my underpants off my cock sprang out, stiff as a horn, nodding at an angle. Lily sat up and placed her hand around it. “Shall I suck it?” she whispered. I don’t know what she did but she could have had any man coming in seconds. I looked down at this coy, sexy, mature woman sucking me so expertly. I pulled it out of her mouth just in time. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep doing that.” “I don’t mind,” she said. I quickly got between her legs, rubbed the tip of my cock between the pudgy lips and pushed. It went up her easily. I let it nestle in her depths, watching the smile of pleasure on her face, then started fucking her with long, easy strokes, sometimes withdrawing to the tip, at other times plunging in deep. This seemed to really bring the juice out of her. I would describe this as our first real fuck. I was clearly in the mood for taking my time and she had clearly decided to give it up me. So we fucked like two people who had been at it for years. She very quickly discovered that if she reached down and stroked my balls I’d ram harder. When he did she gripped my arse tightly. My hands swept all over her body, strumming her bush, delving into the crack of her arse, fondling her breasts. After twenty minutes there wasn’t an inch of her body that I hadn’t explored. When she was ready to come I slipped my hands beneath her, gripped her shoulders and rammed like a steam engine. Her fanny tightened around my cock and we both moaned as we came, my spunk mingling with her juices. It was the start of three months of sheer, desperate pleasure for both of us. But more about that later.