My Affair with Deceased Dad's Ex-mistress (Part 2)

My Affair with My Deceased Dad's Ex-mistress (Part 2)

When I agreed, she took a razor and carefully shaved around my tumescent penis and balls until I was completely bald. At that point I started having an erection and wanted to take her there in the bath bur she insisted in the room. With one flick of her tongue, she quickly kissed my shiny corona and swiftly disappeared.

I sharply emerged from the water, dried myself, applied some aftershave to my face and bald dick and almost tripped over myself going into the room. I could almost feel my seed waiting to erupt.

I certainly wasn't disappointed at the vision that met my eyes in the hotel room. Mimi had pushed the furniture aside and was sitting in front of the curtained balcony on a Persian rug. She wore a black low-cut PVC shiny bodysuit with a zip that run down the front and a G-string back reminiscent of a beach outfit.

Her pussy mound was almost parted by the cut of the suit and I could tell that she was freshly waxed down there as there was no bulge of hair, just pure sweet pussy. Her legs were encased in stay-up fishnet stockings and topped with patent black high-heeled shoes. 

Her hair freshly coiffured and topped with a delicate red rose; a stark contrast against the alluring black. Suddenly aware of my throbbing erection, I sat down beside her, slowly kissing her wet, slightly parted lips before telling her that she looked absolutely ravishing.

At 48, she now had the body of a woman, coupled with the smooth sexiness of a teenager. She said we must enjoy our snacks before they began to get cold. I watched as my darling Mim took a shrimp in one hand and with the other, pulled aside the crotch of her bodysuit to reveal her soft cunt lips.

She placed one finger inside her vulva and presented the juice to my mouth. I slowly savored the sensation, the familiar wetness of her pussy juices coming into my mouth through her soft juicy finger.

I repeated this demonstration, this time using my own fingers knuckle-deep into her slick organ, then lick them back into my mouth. This went on for some time , until we realized we hadn't yet drunk any of the champagne which was cooling in the ice bucket.

After breaking it open, Mimi got to her feet and placed the full bottle between her legs, her bodysuit still pulled to one side. God knows how, but she managed to draw up about half a pint of champagne into her vagina before coming over to me, straddling my mouth and slowly allowing the fizzy intoxicant to seep into my open mouth. After each sip, I allowed my tongue to flick her engorged clitoris as she shuddered.

It was only Moet, but it tasted like vintage Bollinger! For her taste of the drink, she held the bottle over my dick and slowly trickled the stuff down my balls and into her mouth, even letting some of it drip onto her tits and tummy.

After the eating and drinking was over, I removed her suit and slowly licked my way from her oh-so-sensitive ears, past her neck, and to her breasts – which tasted of champagne. Her tits are wonderful, perfect handfuls with large areola and very erect nipples.

My tongue slowly took a route past her cute belly button and down to her labia, my fingers slowly parting her lips so my tongue could caress her clitoris once more. As she  lay back emitting soft moans on the Persian rug, I removed her stockings so that, like me, she was totally nude.

I now moved her into a kneeling position with her bum sticking into my face – she has the most bit-able arse in the world! I proceeded to gently bite her bottom until my tongue found its way to her anus. I inserted my tongue as far as I possibly could, darting in and out, replacing it first with one finger and then two first orgasm, now screaming with pleasure. Just as I was about to spurt in her cleavage, she presented me with another surprise.

We kissed and cuddled, exchanging loving words until we had worked into a 69 position with me on top. We licked each other's anus until she slid my cock down her throat, then I pushed my own tongue deep inside her waxed twat. Just as she sensed I was about to come in her throat, she squeezed my member so that the erection slightly subsided.

"Shaft me, Bengy, with all your strength, I want to feel your fucking cock stretch the walls of my fanny!" she said

I didn't need asking twice, so I took her ankles and placed them next to her ears so that she was doubled up.

"Fuck me now, fuck me now!" she screamed

As I held her ankles back, I took a swig of champagne from the bottle to freeze-frame the moment. For the sake of change, I took my mighty cock and placed it up her arse right to the hilt; she screamed in orgasm as I helped stay up her crack. I then pulled it out, blood-engorged, and positioned it at the lips of her sweet fanny and made a definitive plunge deep inside her.

I picked up pace, knowing I couldn't last for much longer and, with one hand on the rug and the other on my cock, I thrust it into my lover, giving her a fucking that she won't forget so soon. With every thrust her cries became more feral, as did mine, and our bodies were covered in a sweaty sexual mist, the smell of our entwining love filling the air.

As our frenzied copulation increased its momentum, my balls banging against her thighs, we climaxed simultaneously in a fervent lust neither of us had experienced before. We collapsed, shattered in a wet heat as the walls of her agile vagina milked every last drop of semen from my flaccid tool.

We lay caressing each other until I felt my erection grow inside her body again. I sucked and drank my deposit from her quim as she was once again brought to a climax; my own juices mixing with hers in a cocktail of passion.

Upon finishing our showers and drying each other with hot towel, we padded to the bedroom. On the bed were two garments I had not laid eyes on before: A silk thong for me and a G-string-backed teddy for Pamela. We slipped into our respective garments and slid into bed for another slow, sensitive screw. We made love all night until daybreak, when we cuddled up and fell into a deep, comforting sleep.

We woke up around 10.00 in the morning, washed, put on our clothes, and headed downstairs to the hotel restaurant for our breakfast. Pamela ordered an English breakfast with bacon, eggs, motes, and baked beans and I was happy with just a continental breakfast. We then checked out and headed to the harbor in time to explore the best beaches in Libya.