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Jenny was Speaker’s Secretary of her local ladies’ circle – that is, she booked speakers for their monthly dinners, arranged their travel and remuneration, and sometimes, if they wanted, she would arrange accommodation for them. Occasionally she would invite a speaker to stay in her house, for some of them preferred that to an anonymous hotel.

 

One such was Rhianna Morgan, who gave a hilarious and very risqué talk on her experiences with dating agencies and internet dating. She described herself as a skinny, wacky redhead, with the mind of a teenager in the body of a 60-year-old. Jenny met her from the train and fed and watered her, then after the dinner and talk they drove back to Jenny’s house, where she had lived alone since the death of her husband five years ago. She was a neat, rather prim woman in her forties, pretty when she made the effort, with a decent figure and curly brown hair.

 

Rhianna was excellent company and they sat in the lounge drinking wine, and Jenny felt able to talk about being a widow and how she was coping with it. Rhianna curled her legs under her and regarded her host with a sympathetic smile. She was small – not much more than 5 foot – and indeed skinny: her hips were narrow and her bust was small (but perfectly formed, thought Jenny). Her pale ginger hair was caught up in an unruly mess on the top of her head. Apart from faint lines on her face and arms, she didn’t look anywhere near 60.

 

‘Those anecdotes you told – about blind dating and so on – are they true?’ Jenny inquired.

 

‘Oh yes, more or less. I embroider them in my own crazy way, but yes, it all happened.’

 

‘You’ve had some pretty  ....daring adventures – on the man front, I mean.’

 

Rhianna laughed. ‘I daren’t tell the most interesting ones – not in polite company, anyway. It’d make your toes curl.’

 

Jenny found it hard to imagine. This woman was 15 years older than her, with a fairly posh accent and expensive clothes. How could she bring herself to do such things?

 

‘You only live one life, that’s my motto. I decided quite a while ago that I wasn’t going to go to my grave regretting all the things I’d never done. So I went out and started doing them. You should try it.’

 

Maybe I should, thought Jenny. Certainly life had been pretty dull since her husband died ...

 

‘What sort of things?’

 

‘Ever had sex with a woman?’ Rhianna asked casually. Jenny blushed hotly and shook her head. She wasn’t going to tell the woman about her one lesbian experiment, when she was 16.

 

‘You should try it. You’d enjoy it.’

 

‘You’ve ...’

 

‘I don’t just date men. That would be boring!’

 

Jenny’s mouth was open. Rhianna uncurled her legs and stood up. With her white high-neck blouse and long cream linen skirt, she looked the picture of respectability. She moved behind Jenny’s armchair and ran a finger lightly along her jaw – the woman automatically lilted her head sideways and up. Rhianna bent and kissed her on the mouth, gently but sensuously.

 

It was years since the younger woman had been kissed on the mouth by anyone, and she had almost forgotten how lovely it was. Rhianna's lips were soft and moist and open – far softer than any man’s. Her light perfume stole into Jenny’s senses, and she felt herself respond. Rhianna kissed her harder, her lips mobile and urgent, and this time the kiss didn’t end. Her tongue flicked out and teased Jenny’s lips and teeth, and then hesitantly explored her mouth.

 

She was paralysed by a mixture of shock and pleasure, intensified when she felt Rhianna’s fingers trailing down over her bust and stomach. Expertly the woman flicked open the button on her skirt and slid her slim hand inside, and then into her panties! Before she could protest, cool fingertips were teasing at the top of her slit, touching her button gently, knowingly.

 

Part of Jenny’s brain watched in disbelief, as if from outside, as she returned the passionate kiss and opened her thighs to give Rhianna better access to her centre. The fingers danced over her button, spreading the newly-forming moisture along her slit, orchestrating her rapidly rising excitement. Before she could assimilate it, Jenny realised that a climax was surging through her body, filling her with throbbing warmth.

 

Rhianna kissed her tenderly as her orgasm slowly ebbed, only removing her hand when Jenny’s trembling had died away completely. She rested it on Jenny’s stomach.

 

‘I think you needed that rather badly,’ she said softly.

 

Jenny was unable to speak. Her only coherent thought was that her panties were wet. Rhianna grasped her hand and lifted her to her feet.

 

‘Come to bed. There’s lots more where that came from.’

 

As if hypnotised, the younger woman allowed herself to be led upstairs to the guest bedroom. There Rhianna expertly undressed her, stroking her pale flesh and kissing her soft breasts. The skirt fell away and Rhianna slid her panties down over her hips, revealing Jenny’s neat brown bush, now dark with moisture. She laid the woman gently on the bed, pushing her thighs apart, and bent her head to kiss the warm centre of her body.

 

Jenny had had oral sex before, but never from a woman, and she thought dimly that there was no comparison. Rhianna knew exactly what to do and where to put her mouth and tongue for maximum pleasure. She did not rush, but the rise in arousal was inexorable. Jenny craned her head to look at the older woman, still fully dressed, lying between her legs, her red hair bobbing as she licked avidly, and sank back, unable fully to believe what was happening to her.

 

Rhianna slid her arms under Jenny’s thighs and gripped her hips, to make sure that her mouth would stay locked on to its target once the climax hit. She forced her tongue deeper into the hot tunnel than Jenny would have believed possible – it felt like her very womb was being licked. She was aware of her juices running down her buttocks and soaking into the bed. Quivers of bliss were running through her body, her eyes were closed and her hands were gripping the rumpled quilt.

 

The climax began gradually and grew to a fierce pulsing of ecstasy, driven mercilessly by the woman’s tongue dancing over her clitoris. Jenny heard herself moaning and shrieking as her senses overloaded and her body jerked in Rhianna’s firm clasp. She orgasmed, out of control, for what seemed like ages.

 

Later, Rhianna kissed her wet swollen pussy and sat up. Jenny was spread-eagled, naked, breathing deeply, exhausted by her passion. The older woman kissed her cheek.

 

‘My, you’re a noisy one, aren’t you?’

 

‘Oh my god,’ Jenny murmured. ‘I love you.’

 

‘Love’s got nothing to do with it. You just needed some sex – badly. Talking of which ...’ She began to unbutton her blouse.

 

Jenny struggled up and helped her, feeling selfish that she had had all the fun so far. But could she really do to Rhianna what the older woman had done to her? Yes, she decided, she was still extremely aroused after her climaxes and, in any case, she wanted more of Rhianna’s special brand of love-making – or sex if you prefer. Jenny slipped the blouse off her slender shoulders and unclasped the scanty lace bra. Rhianna’s breasts were small and pointed, the nipples large, pink and very hard. Her ribs were prominent on her slim torso. The skin, when Jenny hesitantly caressed it, was soft and satiny.

 

Jenny undid the older woman’s skirt and it fell to the floor, revealing a tiny white lace thong. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the waistband down over the slim, bony hips. The damp material of the crotch caught in the surprisingly fleshy folds of her pussy. What surprised Jenny even more was that Rhianna’s pubes were completely hairless. Her lips were prominent and thrust forward from between her slender thighs.

 

Hesitantly, Jenny bent forward and kissed the smooth bare pubic mound, smelling the heady musk of a woman in heat. Rhianna lifted her foot onto the bed and opened up her pussy to the younger woman’s exploring mouth. She climbed onto the bed and Jenny sank back so that Rhianna was kneeling astride her head, supporting herself against the wall. Slowly she sank down until her pussy, now wide open, was touching Jenny’s mouth and nose.

 

The younger, inexperienced woman was surprised at how eager she felt to taste Rhianna’s juices and explore her pussy with her tongue and give the woman an orgasm that would be as good as her own. She reached up and pulled Rhianna down until her pussy was grinding against her nose and jaw, her thighs splayed so that the tendons stood out. Filled with sudden lust, Jenny lashed the woman’s clitoris and vagina with her tongue as if she was trying to get her head inside.

 

Rhianna was gasping and yelping at the assault on her sex; she was already extremely aroused from eating Jenny and it did not take long before her orgasm triggered and she shook and quaked and howled. She felt a flood of warmth inside her and knew that her juices were oozing out and covering Jenny’s face.

 

With an effort she climbed off and lay on her back, spreading her slim legs as wide as she could, her vagina still pulsing with the ebbing climax.

 

‘Quick, fill me up!’ she gasped.

 

‘What with?’ Jenny said, taken aback by her sudden change of position.

 

‘Your hand, of course! Come on, fuck me, please!’

 

Jenny scrambled up and with only a second’s hesitation pushed her fingers into Rhianna’s gaping pussy. It was hot and very wet, slippery and silky. She could feel the muscles quivering and trying to grip her, seemingly trying to pull her hand inwards.

 

‘That’s it, more!’ Rhianna moaned. ‘Use your whole hand. Get it in!’

 

Jenny obeyed, unthinking. She tucked her thumb in and pushed and her hand slid tightly but firmly right inside the older woman! Her cavity was hot and squeezed Jenny’s hand in a muscular grip.

 

‘Make a fist! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!!’

 

The crude exhortations coming from this respectable elderly woman fired Jenny’s lust anew, and she curled her fingers into a fist and pumped it in and out of Rhianna’s vagina, rasping her knuckles along the woman’s firm but slick walls, plunging back into the gaping entrance without a thought of whether it was hurting. But the noises Rhianna was making didn’t sound like she was in pain. She was gripping the slats of the bedhead and straining her thighs apart, every sinew in her wiry body taut and proud.

 

‘That’s it! Harder! Yes, that’s it! Oh fuck!!’

 

Jenny was kneeling between Rhianna’s legs and the older woman was pressing her feet again Jenny’s thighs, straining her centre wide to accommodate the fist plunging in and out of her. The thin jet of clear fluid arced up from her pussy and splashed against Jenny’s stomach, running down into her pubes. It was followed by another as the older woman gave a huge agonised cry and her vagina spasmed around the fist like a vice.

 

Shocked, Jenny tried to pull out but the strong muscles held her there as Rhianna’s intense climax ran its lengthy course. Only when her spasms had died away to little quivers of bliss did Jenny managed to relax her fist and slide her hand out into the open air. The older woman’s vagina gaped inelegantly, her lips huge and ragged. She was lying with her head to one side, her eyes closed, a red flush over her neck and breasts, her chest rising and falling as if she had run a race. Her hands still gripped the bedhead.

 

‘Jesus!’ she murmured. ‘That was a good one. Did I squirt all over you, sweetheart?’

 

‘You certainly did,’ Jenny said, unable to keep the edge out of her voice, for she had been shocked at what she thought was Rhianna’s loss of bladder control. ‘I’m soaked.’

 

‘I do that when I come really hard. Sorry, was it a surprise?’

 

‘Rather. I’ll have to shower.’

 

‘Oh sweetheart, I didn’t pee on you!’ Rhianna sat up suddenly, grinning. ‘Did you think I had? Haven’t you seen a woman ejaculate before?’

 

‘No ... I thought ...’

 

Rhianna laughed. ‘It’s just juice. Here, taste it!’ She wiped a finger up Jenny’s stomach and licked it, then repeated the action and held it out for Jenny to lick, which she did, hesitantly. It tasted exactly like the older woman’s pussy. Jenny had a sheepish look, and Rhianna leaned forward and hugged her tightly. Her wiry body was hot and dry.

 

‘I’m sorry, my love. I should have warned you. I don’t often squirt – you should be honoured! You gave me one of the best orgasms I’ve had for months.’ She kissed Jenny tenderly on the mouth, tasting her own pussy juice there. ‘Why don’t you lie back and I’ll see if I can return the favour?’

 

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