The warm water cascaded over me, washing the trails of semen from my face, body and hair. I sighed contentedly and lingered under the steamy spray. Images ran through my mind of the men crowding around, finishing themselves off all over me as I urged them on. The sense of power over them had been such a turn-on; despite the seeing-to that had followed from Mal, I was still horny.
Eventually, I turned off the shower and stepped out. Wrapping a big fluffy towel around myself, I looked around Mal and Jane’s flat, which was above the pub. The flat was small, neat, and carried the stamp of Jane’s personality: organised and feminine without being fussy.
Lost in thought, I didn’t notice Jane quietly enter the bedroom. “I hope you enjoyed my shower as much as you enjoyed my husband,” she spat, dark eyes blazing.
Gasping with surprise, I spun around to see Jane advancing on me rapidly. She was dressed in skin-tight ripped jeans, silver high-heeled sandals, and a pink bandeau vest top that showed off her voluptuous curves. I squealed as she pinned me against the wall; her hard face, framed by long jet-black hair, inches from mine.
“You don’t deny it, then,” she muttered, snatching the towel away, leaving me trembling and naked under her steady gaze. My heart was in my mouth as I waited nervously, whilst she considered me in silence for what seemed like eternity. Slowly, her expression softened and the tone of her breathing changed.
“So, is it just that you are a cheap little slut,” she mused, her fingers tracing over my shoulders and down across the swell of my pert breasts. “A cheap little slut, who will fuck anything that moves,” she continued, vivid pink fingernails scratching gently over my hardening nipples, causing me to moan softly.
“Such a needy little thing,” Jane murmured, leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips. Her head turned as my lips parted, tongue exploring mine in a long, lingering kiss. Jane pushed me back against the wall; her hands running over my body, my hands in her hair, whilst we moaned lustfully in each other’s mouths.
Eyes closed and tongues entwined, I felt Jane’s hand slide down between my legs and a finger explore along until it found my clit, which she began to circle. I moaned into her mouth and opened my legs slightly in response. Taking the opening of my legs as an invitation, Jane placed her thumb on my hard nub and began rubbing it firmly. Simultaneously, she pushed a finger between the engorged lips of my pussy; my pelvis bucked, and my eyes snapped open, as Jane eased the index finger knuckle deep into me.
Her tongue hard on mine, Jane worked the finger inside my tight hole. Moaning with lust, my pussy walls gripping her finger, I began to writhe against her hand. With her thumb maintaining an exquisite pressure on my clit, Jane curved her finger inside me, finding my g-spot. My whole body was shaking and I pushed back frantically against her hand. Releasing from the kiss, the older woman watched my reaction as she brought me, whimpering, to an explosively intense orgasm.
Breathless, clit still throbbing, and my heart pounding so fast I could hear it in my ears, I leant back unsteadily against the wall. In silence, Jane slowly eased her finger from me and brought it up to my face, running it over my plump lips, which parted to accept her glistening digit. “Do you like the taste of yourself, Tiff,” she purred; I nodded in response, my tongue rolling over her index finger.
Placing a small hand on hers, I withdrew Jane’s finger from my mouth. She regarded me questioningly for a moment, before I stepped forward and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She sighed as our tongues sought each other out; my hands moving to slide down her bandeau top and release her heavy breasts. Mouths locked together; my delicate fingers teased the sensitive undersides of Jane’s boobs. Feeling her tense at my touch, I traced across the soft flesh, circling her large nipples into hardness. Cupping her ample mounds, I broke from the kiss and lowered my mouth to fasten onto one of them, grazing the nipple with my teeth.
“Mmmmmmm, you little minx,” she purred, twisting my hair around her fingers and pushing against my mouth. Moving to the other nipple, my hand snuck down and freed the button on her jeans. As I pulled on the zip, Jane kicked her shoes off and allowed me to slide the tight denim material down over her full arse. Toying her nipples with my white teeth, my fingers explored over the curves of her buttocks.
Pulling me with her, Jane reversed back to the double bed, dropping onto it and sliding her jeans off. “I want you,” she murmured, looking at me with eyes full of desire, and positioning herself on the pillows. With a satisfied smile, I crawled over the bed towards her.
Parting Jane’s legs, I began to kiss and stroke my way up her inner thighs; the light touches of my lips and fingers drawing low murmurs of contentment from the landlady. Reaching her shaven mound, I looked up. She nodded eagerly and pulled my head down between her thighs.
Jane shivered involuntarily as, using my fingers to part the swollen lips, I slowly and gently ran my mouth over her labia, until I located the hooded clit, which I began to tease with the tip of my tongue. As Jane moaned and pressed herself against my mouth, I slid a slender finger into her soaking quim, probing for her g-spot.
Circling her clit, I began to work her simultaneously with my index finger. “Oh, my fucking God, don’t stop,” Jane gasped, her pelvis rising and falling in response to my increasingly vigorous actions. After several minutes of toying with her, I felt the older woman’s hands move to my head and her body tense; emitting a series of soft cries, cum flooded her pussy and onto my mouth and chin.