"Ready?" She asked, her face consumed in unequivocal lust.
My sultry French friend-with-benefit, Colette, pointed my soon-to-explode cock directly at her gaping mouth, stroking my shaft frantically with one hand while furiously rubbing her pussy with the other.
Colette was fifteen years my senior and approaching fifty years of age chronologically. Yet, she would unquestionably be the winner of the Ms. Eastern European highest-libido contest, if ever a promoter would be smart enough to invent such a competition. Simply put, she was a wanton slut disguised as a wealthy, educated widow. I was her boy-toy, and proud to be of service.
Utilizing every last ounce of waning self-control, I rolled over on my side as to maneuver my body so that I could access vital trigger points of her own. I roughly grabbed her silky jet black hair with one palm, to further indicate my eternal need for control, and let my other palm graze over the rim of her anus.
Colette enjoyed anal play the way bees like honey. I eased my middle finger into her tight cavity and grunted a reply, igniting the pending mutual launch sequence.
"Set."
She wrapped her small, manicured fingers around my throbbing thickness and swirled them like a corkscrew, her fist slamming against my swollen balls. As a reciprocal gesture, I pumped my digit into her hot rear tunnel and scraped the walls of her rectum with my fingertip. Through the thin membrane wall of flesh, I could feel her own fingers invading her cunt.
It was time. I pushed hard in her asshole and relaxed the muscles within my lower abdomen to facilitate my release of hot seed. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as she threw her head back and roared a wall-rumbling squeal.
"Go," I gasped, as the first hot shot of man love splashed onto her cheek and separated into a thousand little pieces, like a milky firework cascading into the night sky. Her own asshole pulsated on my finger as I rocked her world on both ends. She writhed and flopped like a caught flounder as she opened her mouth to try, vainly, to catch the explosion of semen that was turning her lovely face into a carnal paintball canvas.
I grabbed her skull even harder and threw her head back and forth like a rag doll in a hurricane, the better to smear her face with my cum, all the while reveling in the sensation of her own ejaculate dripping from her slit and onto my palm, now cupping her mound.
After the fifth, sixth, seventh spurt of jism had coated her countenance fully, I began to wipe my cock all over her forehead, chin, and then finally forced my length down her throat to cleanse me. This caused Colette to shudder and moan in one orgasm after another after another, my finger still massaging her anus while she assaulted her own dripping pussy.
God, she was such a fucking slut.
Eventually, I eased my finger from her ass with an audible 'pop', and brought it slowly to her lips. She hungrily consumed the musky flavor of her own ass, mixing it into a cocktail of various sexual nectars from our bodies. She then leaned up playfully to kiss me, but I recoiled, as she knew I would. I would eat ass occasionally (after all, I'm a gentleman), but was rarely in the mood for sloppy ass seconds.
She giggled in delight, slapped my dick across her face once more, the equivalent of cleaning the plate, and jumped off the bed to wash up and get a hot towel. I watched her forty-nine-year-old ass cheeks wiggle and bounce slightly she walked.
