Rhonda

I had seen Rhonda around work. She was employed as one of the cleaning staff. She was about fifty-five. Buxom in the way that mature women are.

For me she stood out from the crowd because she always wore a blouse that seemed to be one size too small. I thought this was fantastic because it only served to accentuate her large tits.

Her hair was thick and cut to shoulder length as well as being dyed a burgundy red colour. She always wore mascara, and her eyes were a delicious, dark brown colour. She had those small little wrinkles about her eyes women call crow's feet. I've always thought, though, that they're a very attractive feature which only serves to give a mature woman's face a degree of character which is lacking in the face of, say, a woman under 30.

Her mouth also appealed to me. The lips weren't skinny, but neither were they overblown in that horrid way you see so many Hollywood actresses are, because they've had Botox or fat injections. You could just make out the faint trace of small wrinkles beginning to form around her mouth. Her nails were long and filed to an attractive shape. I suppose Rhonda was, in short, the kind of woman Americans would call "Trailer Trash". But to me she was just plain damn sexy.

She must've noticed my interest in her because even though we didn't know one another, I always made a point of saying, 'hi' whenever we happened across one another. That and the fact that she had caught me checking her out on more than one occasion.

Eventually, one day we managed to start talking. The conversation was about nothing in particular. I told her where I lived, and she said she used to live near the same place and that there was a rather good pizza place she used to go to near there. I said I knew the one she meant.

Seeing an opportunity, I said, "Maybe we could go there together some night and have a meal together."

"That sounds like fun," she said coyly.

"Great. How about tonight?" I replied.

Rhonda gave me a quizzical look before responding, "Mm, fine. I'll look forward to it."

I was excited about where this evening might lead. I had a suspicion that Rhonda was something of a slut, judging by her appearance. Then again, this was probably just wishful thinking on my part.

Nonetheless, that afternoon I made a point of shaving, showering and putting on some aftershave. It couldn't hurt to let her know I was interested enough in her to make some effort with my appearance.

As arranged, we met at the pizza place. She was already there waiting outside for me. I noticed that she had painted her long nails a vivid red colour. Mmmm, very sexy, I thought.

She had put on a rather nice short and sleeveless sundress. She certainly had a thing for wearing clothes that were tight around her bust. I was going to have to exercise some restraint to keep myself from purring at her tits all night. Especially since the top of her dress was cut to show off her rather lovely cleavage. I could tell by the tanned complexion of her breasts that she must have liked to sunbathe. In fact, she probably sunbathed a lot, judging by the leathery texture of the skin which also showed some of those tiny wrinkles near the base of her neck which you see on women in their fifties.

All these features only served to heighten my desire for this luscious example of mature womanhood. I forced myself to look away from the delightful and erotic sight of her cleavage display. I noticed she was also wearing a pair of black high heels without stockings. This was the first time I had had an opportunity to see her legs, which were shapely and a bit on the chubby side. Not fat, not flabby, but definitely not skinny. I have always had a thing about chunky thighs, and I was pleased to note that Rhonda's certainly fulfilled that criterion.

"Hi, you're early," I said.

"Oh well, I didn't want to be late in case you got the idea I wasn't showing up," she replied.

"No chance of that. I've been looking forward to seeing you all day," I responded truthfully.

We went inside and ordered a pizza to take away. I can't even remember what was on it. All I was thinking was the sooner we got back to my place, the better. I was eager to finally be alone with this older woman. She opened her handbag and offered to pay.

I said, "No way, it's my treat; you can get a bottle of wine on the way back to my place."

"OK, that seems fair," she replied.

I had noticed when she opened her bag that she had a packet of cigarettes in there. Thinking about this, I felt a familiar stirring in my groin. I have always found something deeply erotic about women who smoke.

As we walked back to my place, I noticed that her breasts seemed to wobble slightly and that her nipples seemed to be erect as they pushed against the fabric of her dress. I wondered if she wasn't wearing a bra. When we got back to my place, I put some plates on my small dining table and we sat down to eat.

We made small talk during the meal. She had been married but was now divorced. She had a daughter who lived in Toowoomba and lived with her de facto husband. She didn't see much of them. She said she liked the independence of living by herself. We moved across to the couch to finish drinking our wine. I made sure I sat as close to her as possible and made sure that my body language was signalling my interest in this very sexy, mature woman. I made a point of touching and stroking her forearm as much as I could. She didn't seem to mind and was soon reciprocating, touching and stroking my hand every time I touched her.

"Would you like a smoke?" I innocently asked.

"Would you mind. A lot of people are pretty funny about it nowadays. But I really enjoy a ciggie, especially after a glass or two of wine," she replied.

"Not at all. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible. Go right ahead."

"Thanks. I've been dying for one all evening."

She went and got her bag and came back with her cigarettes and lighter while I got her an ashtray. I sat quietly watching her as she sat with her legs crossed and lit up, enjoying the sight as she took a deep inhale and eventually exhaled.

"You know I find you extremely attractive," I said, placing my hand on the bare flesh of her leg.

"Really? I didn't think young guys went for old tarts like me."

She seemed a little surprised and certainly flattered.

I reached across and kissed her on the mouth, enjoying the taste of tobacco on her breath probing her mouth with my tongue, savouring the taste of her cigarette. The smell of her cheap perfume and smoke was intoxicating to me.

Rhonda reciprocated the passion of my kiss twirling her tongue around mine. We continued kissing, and I slid my hand up the bare flesh of her leg, thrilled by the feel of my hand on her thigh. The further I slid my hand up, the further she parted her legs, giving me full access to wherever I wished to go.

When my hand found the elastic of her panties, I searched for the band and slid a finger under it allowing me to move the edge of her panties to one side, giving me access to what felt like her reasonably hairy snatch. As I gently traced my finger up and down the folds of her cunt, I was surprised to feel that she was already wet. Wow, this was new. I had never come across this before. Whenever I did this with Lynne, she was always dry. Here I was with a woman whom all I had done was touch her arm, kiss, stroke her thigh, and now she was wet and almost certainly ready.

"Fuck your wet," I said.

"That's because you make me really horny, baby," she replied.

And with that she took another long drag of her cigarette as she reclined on the couch, spreading her legs and pulling the hem of her short dress up above her crotch with her left hand.

"I know how much you want me, so why don't you just help yourself?" she directed me.

Well, what else can a poor boy do? I did like the lady asked and began by pulling her cotton undies down and off. With this accomplished, I got up and undressed so that this gorgeous lady could check me out. Even though I am a pretty average-looking guy, the fact that I was twenty years younger than Rhonda must have meant my naked body would have some appeal to her. Needless to say, the sight of a very raunchy fifty-five year old woman reclining on my couch without any pants on, legs spread wide exposing her hairy bush while she blew smoke from her cigarette in my direction had an incredible effect on my now naked cock which had swollen to its full six-inch length.

"Mmm, fuck, you've got a nice cock!" Rhonda said to me, taking a drag from her cigarette.

"I can't wait to feel that inside me," she said, exhaling a long plume of smoke directly at me, a look of complete lust on her face.

She let the cigarette dangle languorously between the fingers of her right hand while she placed her left hand on her pussy. Using her index and middle fingers, she spread her labia majora apart, exposing her wonderfully full and saggy dripping inner piss flaps. Judging by the way her large flaps sagged open, just revealing the opening to her vagina, it looked as though her cunt had been well and truly fucked on numerous occasions.

I knelt before this gorgeous sight and noticed that her pubes were mostly black in colour with a few greys here and there. Without further hesitation, I frantically began running my tongue up and down the length of Rhonda's piss flaps lapping up her cunt juice like the nectar from heaven that it was. With increasing frenzy, I probed her opening with the length of my tongue, pushing it into her vagina at the same time gently stroking the edges of Rhonda's flaps with the index finger of each hand.

I can honestly say I had never been so turned on in my entire life. This was my number one sexual fantasy fulfilled. Having hot, steamy sex with a very sleazy, much older woman while she smoked. I could tell my tongue work on Rhonda's cunt was working for her by the way she was moaning, and a continuous stream of filth poured from her mouth, and ground her pussy onto my more than willing mouth.

Rhonda gasped, "Oh baby, that's so fucking good don't stop. Ohhhh, keep licking my cunt, you little prick. Mmmmm. God, that's good shit. I love fucking your mouth with my cunt."

Greedily I lapped up her sweet, creamy vaginal secretions as they seeped from her opening and dribbled onto my tongue. I felt Rhonda put a hand on the back of my head. She then pushed my willing face further into her cunt where she began to raise and lower her hips grinding herself onto my face.

I took a break from lapping Rhonda's snatch to let her know just how I felt about things at this point.

"Oh God, I just want you to use me, Rhonda. Fuck my face with your cunt, baby. Just use me for your pleasure!"

Rhonda responded by grunting and shoving my face back into her cunt.

This was easily the best sex I had ever had even though I had done similar things with Lynne and Susanne. I think it was the fact that I was having my number one fantasy of sex with a mature woman fulfilled and the fact that Rhonda was so clearly enjoying using my mouth for her own pleasure.

"Oohh, lick my clit, you little fuck. Lick my clit. Lick my clit. Ahhhhhhh!" Rhonda commanded.

I responded by feverishly massaging her bud with my tongue, wanting to give this much older woman every pleasure I could. Wanting her to understand in no uncertain terms just how much I wanted her to use me as her fuck slave. As my tongue was concentrating on Rhonda's clit, there was room for me to start penetrating Rhonda with first one finger, then another. Soon I had all four fingers inside Rhonda's pussy.

"Ohhh God yes, fist my cunt. Shove your hand inside me," Rhonda moaned in a low, husky voice.

I obliged by finally working my thumb into her now very stretched snatch so that her cunt was swallowing my entire fist. Rhonda must have been closer to her climax than I thought. Within seconds of my entire fist being inside her while my tongue tickled her clit, I could feel the walls of her vagina starting to spasm and twitch. Abruptly, her cunt contracted on my hand, and she came uttering her pleasure out loud.

"Ohhhh, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck my cunt."

The next thing I knew, my mouth was being flooded with Rhonda's slightly urine tasting girl cum. I swallowed as much as I could, wanting to devour her orgasmic secretion.

"Oh, darling, that was fantastic," Rhonda moaned as the waves of her orgasm slowly subsided.

While licking her clit, I withdrew my fist from her cunt. She responded by shuddering and moaning again in her husky smoker's voice.

She put her cigarette out in the ashtray and started to get up.

"Come here," she commanded.

Reluctantly I tore my gaze away from the sight of her sopping wet pudenda. She reached out and pulled me to her, kissing me hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue inside so that I could taste the remaining fragrance of her cigarette. While we kissed, I moved my hands down to her breasts and began to squeeze them.

"You've been such a good boy. Would you like to play with my tits now?" Rhonda asked me.

"Oh, yes, please. I've wanted to suck them all night," I answered.

"Mmmm, aren't I lucky then!" Rhonda replied.

She stood up and took her dress off, allowing her large fat tanned breasts to wobble free and sag. Well, that answers the bra question I thought to myself.

Rhonda's breasts were magnificent. They looked to be at least 36D's. I loved the way her tits sagged down her chest. The stretch marks only made me hornier. Her nipples were about 1/2 an inch long, and her aureoles were huge. They were at least 2 and 1/2 inches across and a lovely brown colour.

Rhonda clearly had a penchant for topless sunbathing. I noticed that she was a little on the chubby side with some love handles just above the hips. With increasing joy, I also saw that her belly had a reasonably sized paunch that sagged down just slightly. I couldn't believe my luck. This woman was perfect. Every aspect of her body must have been designed by the god who fulfills young men's sexual fantasies about mature women.

I grabbed Rhonda by the hand and led her into my bedroom. She lay down on the double bed on her side, facing me. I enjoyed the sight of her fat tits sagging towards the bed. I lay down next to her as close as I could get so that I could feel the naked flesh of her mature womanly body with my own skin. We began kissing again.

I put one hand under her head and ran my fingers through her burgundy-coloured hair, massaging her scalp while pushing her face into mine. With my other I stroked her back, enjoying the feel of her soft womanly flesh.

Meanwhile, Rhonda was doing similar things to my body except with her hand that was free. She tugged and stroked my erect, throbbing penis while our passionate kissing continued. We kissed for ages, taking turns to probe the other's mouth with our tongues. The wonderful sensation of feeling Rhonda's naked body next to mine and kissing her while she wanked me made me moan with ecstasy. I finally tore my mouth away from Rhonda's hungry lips.

I was so horny with Rhonda right now I asked her, "Lie back so I can have a good look at you."

As I had finally found the woman of my dreams, I wanted to soak in and memorize every part of her voluptuous, mature womanly body. Rhonda willingly complied and lay back on the bed with her knees bent and her legs spread as though waiting for me to enter her in the missionary position. She reached her hands down between her legs and grabbing her flaps pulled them apart to give me a full view of her opening. I knelt up on the bed, jerking my cock furiously while my eyes drank in the texture and colour of her flesh, the shape of her breasts and thighs, the soft full roundness of her belly.

While I pulled myself off looking at her, Rhonda admonished me in her low sultry husky voice, "Don't you cum. I haven't finished with you yet."

"I'm a long way off cumming yet," I replied.

As Rhonda lay in the missionary position, I entered her cunt. It felt so wet and well used. We fucked like this for a while before Rhonda rolled over on top of me. This meant Rhonda was on top while my cock pulsed inside her. I fondled her saggy tits with my hands, pulling on the nipples stretching them out by about an inch.

Rhonda stared me directly in the eyes and asked "Do you like the feel of my cunt baby?"

"Yeah, it's fantastic. It feels just the way I like it!" I replied.

It was so sloppy and wet and well used. She had obviously had a lot of cocks up her hole in her time. This was the best part of fucking an older woman.

"How many guys have you fucked?" I asked.

"I don't know. About 50. I can't really be sure I was pretty drunk a lot of those times." She replied.

Christ, what a whore! My dick got even harder thinking about what a slut I was fucking.

Rhonda must have read my mind and moaned, "Mmmm, you're a dirty little prick. I can feel you getting harder. Thinking about all that sleazy sex I had, eh?"

I moved my face up to hers to kiss her on the mouth just as she blew a plume of smoke in my face from the cigarette she was smoking while we fucked. I was transfixed by her ripe, leathery face, and the wrinkles of her neck looking at her just kept my cock hard. The sight of her large, wrinkly sagging tits swaying in front of my face eventually became too much for me, and I started to ejaculate into her wet, sloppy, loose, well-used cunt.

Amazingly, as I came bareback inside her, I could feel her cunt throbbing before she let out a sultry moan. "Oh, fuck, this is amazing. I'm cumming baby. I'm cumming!"

The next thing I knew I was soaking wet. Was it female ejaculation? Was it just piss? Either way, I was soaked and a number of sexual fantasies were fulfilled. The dirty bitch didn't just get off me though. After dismounting from my fading penis, she slid her sex up to my face and proceeded to fuck my face once more with her cunt. I was in such a lust-filled state I greedily lapped up my cum as it seeped out of her freshly used hole. As I lapped up the mess, I could definitely taste piss. The dirty slut had pissed all over me when she came. What an amazing woman.