The Senator's Aide
written by:
Joshua

Genevieve Lanham had been a United States senator for almost forty years. During her time in congress, she'd played an important role in making sure the underprivileged were provided for, that veterans received the rights they'd earned, and that the people she represented in her state knew she was always there for them. Her most important assignment had been as a junior member of the Ways and Means Committee where she and others made sure the country had the money needed to operate without forcing the nation into debt. But three years ago, at the same time she hired me as a senatorial assistant, the chairman of the Committee had been found guilty during an internal investigation of misappropriating funds for his state which caused much needed dollars to be lost to the more important areas such as welfare and education. As a result, the senatorial oversight committee dismissed every member of the Ways and Means Committee, including Genevieve, although neither she nor any of her other associates on the committee were found to be at fault. It was decided that an entirely new committee would not exhibit favoritism thereby ensuring the funds allocated for each individual project included in the funds would go where intended. Reluctantly, Genevieve left the one post in the senate she coveted more than any other.

But there was more political fallout than Genevieve having to leave the Ways and Means Committee. Because she was now sixty-nine years old and had been in the senate since she was thirty-two years old, the people of Genevieve's state decided they preferred new blood and so it was made known to her that should she seek reelection, she would fail in her attempt to return to congress. She'd be allowed to complete the last year and a half of her present six year term, but after that, Genevieve Lanham would retire from public service and become a private citizen. And now, as her primary assistant, it was my job to ensure that Genevieve's departure from government service was as seamless as possible. There was still much to do in the eighteen months remaining in her last term, and although I'm exactly forty-six years younger than Genevieve, not once has she treated me as a child despite my being only twenty-three years of age. No, instead, Genevieve has treated me with respect and always gives careful consideration to any type of advice I provide her. I came to her directly from college, and when I interviewed with her for the position of congressional aide, I guess she saw enough potential in me to convince her to bring me onto the staff. And now, after three very busy years and much learning on my part, I now attend meetings as Genevieve's primary advisor although there are other, more experienced members on the staff who have ten times the number of years advising senators and representatives than I do.

And it's because of the value Genevieve has placed on our relationship that she decided to celebrate my birthday at her stately mansion in Georgetown. I was turning twenty-four years old, but to Genevieve, the important matter was that she show her appreciation for all the hard work I'd performed over the three short years I'd worked in her office. Just before leaving for the day, Genevieve turned to me and reminded me that the party was to begin precisely at eight o'clock, and that while I didn't need to wear a tuxedo, because there would be so many influential people attending the celebration, I should wear at least a coat and tie. Although she didn't say so, I knew the invite list contained many people who could help my career after Genevieve left office. It was her way of saying thanks, and her way of looking out for me. You see, although she was a United States Senator, Genevieve was like a mother to me, always looking out for my immediate career needs and future goals. A quick peck on the cheek, something I never expected, and Genevieve was out the door. "Don't be late!" she said as her perfume lingered in my nostrils and I watched her almost seventy year old body leave the office. Two hours later, I'd showered at my apartment and dressed in a smart looking black blazer, blue button-down shirt, and red tie. I felt good as I watched the sights of the nation's capitol slide by during the short taxi ride to Genevieve's brownstone located in the heart of Georgetown.

Genevieve was a special woman in many ways. She'd lost her husband ten years before when his private jet went down somewhere over the Rocky Mountains during one of the worst blizzards that year. Despite her husband's wealth, Genevieve had amassed quite a fortune of her own through shrewd investments and business deals. And she showed her taste in clothes as well. She arrived at her senatorial office almost each day dressed in a smart dress suit, although she usually chose a dress during the summer and fall months. For a woman her age, Genevieve actually seemed in excellent shape with long, shapely legs, a well-formed and firm ass, and a set of tits that many of the female assistants in the office seemed envious of. But despite her physical charms, Genevieve was still a sixty-nine year old woman and while I never saw her in the company of a gentleman closer to her age, I still thought of her as my boss and as my mentor.

Maybe that's why I was so surprised with Genevieve's appearance when she answered the door upon my arrival. For my birthday, Genevieve's vibrant red hair cascaded downward over her shoulders, framing her long, slender neck in a sea of brilliant red. The white dress she'd chosen revealed a line of cleavage that immediately drew my eyes to the long slit in the upper half of her dress and there was no mistaking the two fleshy buttons which announced the presence of her nipples. Continuing my downward travelling visual assessment, I found myself even more surprised to notice her bronze-colored legs, and her feet encased in four inch, white leather stiletto pumps which matched her dress. When I finally raised my chin and met Genevieve's eyes, she smiled coyly at me before opening her arms and embracing me in a tight, chest-to-chest hug. In an instant, Genevieve's fragrance wafted to my nostrils, the scent reminding me of a long ago vacation I'd taken with my mom and dad to a Caribbean island.

"Seth! You're finally here!" she said when she broke the embrace and stared into my eyes. For a moment, I was temporarily lost, not recognizing the woman who I'd spent almost every day of the last three years working for. Genevieve's hands rested on my arms, and when she leaned in and placed her very red-colored lips on my cheek, I blushed, a move Genevieve must have found endearing. She quickly extended her right hand and wiped the lipstick smudge from my cheek, a broad smile framing her face. "Come inside, Seth," she said, taking me by the arm and leading me into the crowd. "There are so many people I want you to meet."

For most of the evening, Genevieve escorted me amongst her guests, introducing me to many people who, to my surprise, already knew who I was. I met senators, representatives, even a Supreme Court hopeful who suggested that I become her clerk once she was appointed to the bench. Throughout the evening, Genevieve introduced me to so many politically highly placed men and women that I eventually lost count and faces began to run together. Thankfully, the party ended near midnight when the last guest, a tall redhead lobbyist named Amelia Henderson, left the townhouse. The sudden quiet engulfed Genevieve and I as we sat in the expansive library of her townhouse. Following Genevieve's instructions, I poured two bourbons, a gift from one of the Kentucky senators who'd also attended the evening's event. With my long legs stretched out before me, I sat and stared into the fire as it roared not more than three feet from my chair. I was soon out of my jacket and sitting with my shirtsleeves rolled above my elbows.

"Well, you had quite the evening, I'd say," Genevieve said as she swirled the dark, smoky-flavored bourbon in her glass. I turned my head to look at Genevieve, who still wore her heels but reclined back into a luxurious, high-backed leather chair which matched the chair I was sitting in. "Several of the senators in attendance tonight asked that I have you contact them when my term ends," she said as she stretched her arms high above her head and let out a long and somewhat loud yawn. I took the move as my hint to leave, but when I stated that it was time for me to call a taxi, Genevieve would have nothing of my suggestion. "Oh, Seth, tomorrow's Saturday and besides, even we need a day off every now and then." I watched as she drained the bourbon from her glass, rose from her chair, removed the now empty glass from my hand, and made her way to the dark, mahogany wooden bar located near the far end of the room. Just as I'd noticed her feminine and sleek figure for the first time since I'd started working for her, when Genevieve turned her back to me while she replenished our glasses with the excellent bourbon, I couldn't help but admire her from behind. Genevieve may have been sixty-nine years old, but the years had been kind to her. Yes, she had small paunch on her belly and perhaps her ass was a bit wider than other women, but for a lady pushing seventy years of age, Genevieve Landham was one very well-preserved woman. When she turned to face me again as she made her way back to the leather seats, I also noticed that her tits bounced with each step she took on the stiletto heels. And when she bent forward at the waist to place my drink on a small table that separated our chairs, I found my vision locked on the ample cleavage that now lay mere inches from my face.

So far, the evening had been wonderful, full of surprises and certainly full of future contacts should I decide to continue my career in the nation's capitol. But none of these surprises held the same weight as Genevieve's next move. Rather than return to her chair, she suddenly and quickly lowered her body to a sitting position beside my outstretched legs, her own legs bent under her, and her body now leaning against me, her arms resting on my upper right thigh as she stared into the fire and sipped her bourbon. I was so awe-struck by her body resting against mine that I was momentarily speechless. "This bourbon is the best the state of Kentucky has to offer, Seth," Genevieve said in the direction of the fire, not turning her head to me but keeping her attention on the fire. "Senator Brown certainly knew what he was doing when he sent a case to my office five years ago." Genevieve lifted the glass to her lips ad sipped quietly as I sat stunned, not really sure what I should do next. I shifted my right leg slightly, the movement causing Genevieve to drain her glass before standing and looking down at me.

"Seth, pour me another drink, won't you?" she said as she extended her empty glass in my direction. "I have something I need to do and will be back shortly." Spinning on her stiletto heel, Genevieve turned and left the room, the crackling of the fire and the soft tap-tap-tap of her high heels the only sound in the wood-paneled room. I found that I was relieved she'd left the room because as I arose from my chair to refill our glasses, I couldn't help but extend my right hand downward and straighten my now hard cock, a surprise to me. I quickly adjusted my cock so that it lay flat against my lower belly, made my way to the bar and refilled each glass with the excellent bourbon. I decided to remove my shoes and reclined in the chair again, waiting for Genevieve to return from whatever immediate errand had caused her to leave the room.

I guess the combined effect of the bourbon, the warm fire, and the late hour had a greater effect on me than I expected. I somehow drifted into a light sleep in the chair. When I awoke, Genevieve had returned and was now sitting in the chair across from me. She was staring at me with a sly grin on her face, the bourbon in her hand. Coming out of the nap, I was a bit disoriented, not so much because of the alcohol cruising through my system, but more so because it now dawned on me why Genevieve had left the room. She had changed out of her dress and now sat in the fine leather chair dressed in a colorful robe that clung tightly to her body, as well as a pair of old-fashioned, four inch, black colored heels known as "mules," the toe of each shoe covered with a piece of fake fur. Genevieve's shoes were the same type I'd seen models wear in the old girlie magazines my father stashed in a box in our garage, away from sight of my mother. And although the lights in the room seemed to have been dimmed, and because she was leaning forward, I once again had an excellent view of the long line of cleavage staring at me from a distance of less than four feet. When my eyes returned to Genevieve's, she smiled broadly and said, "So, did you enjoy your nap?"

Feeling foolish because I'd fallen asleep, I quickly stood and informed Genevieve that I really should call a taxi and make my way home. But Genevieve wouldn't hear of it. "No, Seth, I won't hear of such a thing. You will spend the night here in my spare bedroom and we'll call that taxi tomorrow morning after breakfast." Again, I sat in absolute silence as the sixty-nine year old Senator drained her glass again and walked the short distance to the bar. And once again, my cock grew hard under my trousers as I watched Genevieve from behind. The hem of the robe descended to just below her ass, a sight which provide me with the first true clue of just how long her legs truly were. And those heels: I've always been attracted to a woman in heels and the sight of seeing her from behind, her legs supported by the four inch heels only served to drive my cock into a harder state. I watched as Genevieve poured yet another drink, then chose to stand before the fireplace with her back to me, her legs spread shoulder-width apart. The flames from the fire danced below her, but the light from the fire shone through her almost transparent gown causing the form of her body to show through the thin material. Because the robe clung so tightly to her body, I could easily detect that Genevieve was naked under the robe, another fact that increased my heart rate and caused my cock to flutter wildly under my trousers. In an instant, I gulped what liquid remained in my glass and stood, again adjusting my cock under my trousers. The realization that my cock was hard because of a sixty-nine year old woman who was also my boss caused me to feel guilty.

My standing caused Genevieve to turn to face me, our bodies now very close. Genevieve placed her again empty glass in the mantle and said, "Seth, I've been the most terrible host!" Taking my empty glass from my hand she clasped both of my hands in hers, the warmth spreading up my arms, across my chest, and finally settling in the area where my cock seemed to be screaming to be set free. Genevieve leaned in close to me, our faces only millimeters apart and with her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me show you to your room, Seth," she said. Taking my left hand in hers, I followed Genevieve across the room and up a grand staircase, one step behind and below Genevieve, until we reached a closed bedroom door on the second floor. Genevieve pushed gently and the door opened to reveal a wide, king-sized bed covered with white linens. Leaning close, Genevieve placed both of her hands on my shoulders before sliding her still very red-colored lips upon my right cheek and said, "I'll see you in the morning, Seth."

Now, I know I'm only a senatorial aide. I don't have as much knowledge of how the government works as I'd like. And when it comes to behind the scenes politics, I've still got a lot to learn. And I have no idea what made me do what happened next. But as soon as Genevieve's lips touched my cheek, I lost all control. I extended my arms, wrapped them tightly around Genevieve's shoulders, and pulled her close to me. In an instant, my mouth was pressed so tightly against hers that I could feel our lips sliding in either direction, the thick, red lipstick covering her lips acting as a lubricant. My tongue darted into Genevieve's slightly open mouth, seeking her tongue, searching for the deepest caverns of her mouth. The tighter I pressed Genevieve's body to mine, the more I felt the contours of her body. There was no mistaking the presence of her hardened nipples, each thimble-sized bud jammed tight against my chest. I allowed my hands to slide down her back until I felt the bulge of her ass under the thin robe. Quickly opening my hands, I raised the hem of the garment until my wide spread fingers found bare skin. As my hands slid eagerly over Genevieve's bare ass, I felt the sixty-nine year old senator begin to moan in the kiss as she pressed her body closer and tighter to mine. As the kiss became hotter and more passionate, I felt the sensation of Genevieve's right hand sliding between our tight-pressed bodies until there was no mistaking the gentle tug of her fingers as she slowly opened the zipper of my trousers. When her hand entered my trousers, I knew she would find a rock-hard, concrete-like cock waiting for her. In an instant, Genevieve's hand entered my underwear and wrapped tightly around the shaft of my cock.

"Oh, god, Genevieve," I said as I broke the kiss and lowered my chin to watch as this older woman stroked the length of my cock. With my eyes glued to the soft but warm hand as it slid the length of my cock, I could feel Genevieve's eyes boring into me. When I lifted my chin, I was amazed to see that somehow Genevieve had opened the robe and her magnificent tits were now on display. Where I'd only felt their presence a few moments before, now, both titties were in full view, the round, quarter-sized nipples pointing at my chest. Taking a very quick assessment, I couldn't help but stand in absolute awe as I took in the sight of Genevieve's body. For a woman nearing seventy years of age, the woman who now stroked my cock had taken excellent care of herself. Oh, sure, there was a slight paunch around her middle, but other than that, Genevieve's body was a sight to behold. Finally, our eyes met, and while she continued to stroke my cock, Genevieve smiled back at me.

"So, you like what you see, baby?" she asked as she increased the speed which her hand traveled the length of my very hard cock shaft. When I shook my head in agreement, Genevieve stepped forward, the sound of her high heels clicking on the hard wooden floor. "Well, then," she said, her voice again in a whisper, "Let's see if you like this as well." Moving faster than I ever expected a woman her age to move, Genevieve bent forward at the waist, her red hair falling over her shoulders, the robe opening below her chest, and although my vision was obstructed, there was no mistaking the feeling of two wide-open lips wrapping around the head of my cock and the shaft being sucked gently between two red lipstick-covered lips. As she began to bob her bead up and down, Genevieve undid my trousers until I felt them fall to the floor, covering my ankles and shoes. With my back pressed tightly against the doorframe, I was somehow able to kick off my shoes, socks, and trousers while Genevieve continued to suck my extremely hard cock. I extended my arms once again over her bent over form, and pulled the robe upward to again reveal her shapely ass and tanned back. Although Genevieve was driving me wild with desire as her lips slid the length of my cock, I noted with surprise that the tan lines covering her back indicated that she wore a bikini rather than a one piece bathing suit. Tenderly, I stroked her skin as she began to suck my cock violently, as if she was certain I would stop the sucking she was performing on my cock. But she had no cause to fear that because by now, I'd removed my shirt and stood completely naked, still pressed against the doorframe by the pressure of her body. When I began to meet Genevieve's downward sucking motions with upward cock thrusts of my own, Genevieve responded by cupping my balls in her warm left hand and gently squeezing the fleshy sack between her fingers.

Suddenly, I was standing completely naked, my cock rising and falling in a steady rhythm while Genevieve's red-haired head continued to suck forcefully on my shaft. Bending forward slightly, I removed my hands from Genevieve's bare back, wrapped them around her upper torso and cupped each tit in my hand. Just as this day had been one surprise after another, I found myself amazed at the firmness of each titty, surprised that Genevieve had been able to maintain the form and shape of a younger woman's tits. She began to moan loudly despite the cock stuffed between her lips, the vibrations sending me closer and closer to coming in her mouth. Each time I thrust my cock upward and deeper into Genevieve's welcoming mouth, my arched back slammed loudly against the wooden door frame, adding another level of noise to the many erotic sounds coming from my twenty-three year old body and Genevieve's increasingly louder moans.

When I exploded between her lips, my hands grasped Genevieve's tits so tightly that for a brief second, her moans of ecstasy turned to sounds of pain. For some reason, the sudden realization that I was causing Genevieve pain caused the sexual explosion occurring in her mouth to increase as wave after wave of sexual pleasure and escape washed over my body. The tighter I pinched Genevieve's nipples, the louder she moaned in pain yet she never once released my cock from the tight grip caused by her lips around the wide, thick shaft. Like the sexually experienced woman she was, Genevieve knew to maintain a tight oral hold with her lips around my cock, and as I continued to thrust forcefully upward into her mouth, although a flood of sexual spasms engulfed my body, I was still aware enough to realize that I was receiving the best blowjob of my life. But to my surprise, and my ultimate pleasure, I found Genevieve had more in store for me, that this elderly woman still had a bag of tricks up her sleeve I never expected.

As my moans filled the darkened hallway, and with her mouth still wrapped tightly around my cock, Genevieve extended her right hand between my legs and under my ball sack, and soon began to press the tip of her middle finger against my asshole. Despite my focus being centered on the unexpected orgasm I was experiencing, when the tip of her finger entered the tightest opening in my body, I couldn't help but feel pleasure from the entrance of her finger into my ass. "Oh, shit, baby," I asked downward at the back of her flaming red covered head, "What are you doing down there?" By now, completely into the dual sexual acts of sucking my cock and assaulting my asshole, Genevieve's lips and mouth were banging into the hairy base of my cock while her finger now rested at least two knuckles deep inside my rectum. When she began to twist and turn the deeply buried finger in my ass, the stimulation of having my cock sucked and my ass invaded served only to increase the power of my orgasm. Between the combined erotic effects of Genevieve's mouth, lips, and finger, I realized I'd entered a place in my sexual life I'd never been to before. As my sexual thrusts grew wilder now, and more forceful, I released Genevieve's tits and placed both hands on the back of her head, pushing her head downward with such incredible force that I felt the tip of her nose now touching the base of my cock each time she moved her head downward to take in every millimeter of my very hard and exploding cock. I'd reached a level of sexual excitement and stimulation I'd never been to before and I eagerly anticipated the next second, the next sensation of a sixty-nine year old woman sucking my cock.

But, unfortunately, orgasms don't last forever and soon, the sexual waves subsided and my upward thrusts grew slower as my body reacted to the ending of the sexual explosion I'd just experienced. For her part, Genevieve continued to suck my cock until she'd sucked every last drop of white, hot, crème from the shaft. Even the sensation of her removing her finger from my ass caused an erotic stir and in the back if my mind, I knew that if Genevieve and I ever fucked, which I fervently hoped would happen, I'd ask her to jam her finger up my ass again. Finally, the old Senator stood, the front of her robe open, the nipples exposed, her chest heaving from the exertion of giving a twenty-three year old man the best birthday present he'd ever received. Or so I thought.

Standing now and staring at me, Genevieve's eyes were like a cat's eyes, slit, full of desire, and her intent was clear. Her hair lay in a red sea, a mess all over her head which she brushed away quickly to expose her full face. I couldn't help but notice a drop of come in the corner of her mouth and because she'd been so kind to me and given me the best blowjob of my life, I didn't hesitate to kiss her deeply when she pressed her lips upon mine. In an instant, Genevieve's tongue was inside my mouth, the salty taste of my orgasm entering my mouth as Genevieve placed both hands on my cheeks and caressed me softly and lovingly while we kissed. When she broke the kiss, Genevieve stood back and leaned against the opposite doorframe, the robe still open, her long legs flowing to the floor, her feet still encased in the black, four-inch mules. For one quiet second, my boss, my employer, simply stared at me, her chest still rising and falling from the physical exercise she'd just participated in. "Well, Seth," she said to me, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm sure you didn't expect this type of birthday gift." Standing less than two feet from her, naked except for a pile of clothing at my feet, I could only smile back at Genevieve as my cock hung limp between my naked thighs. I was surprised, then, when Genevieve extended her right arm and grasped my cock in her hand. "You are better equipped than the girls in the office suspected you to be, Seth," she said quietly as she fondled my still limp cock. Her eyes remained glued on my dick and after just a few short moments of her gentle stroking, without looking down I knew my cock was reacting as it should when a woman had my cock in her hand.

But I had plans for Genevieve, and at that moment, my plans did not involve my cock. That would all come later. Moving forward, I closed the short distance between Genevieve and myself and pressed my naked body against hers. Once again our lips met and while my tongue explored the inner caverns of her mouth, I fondled her tits again, then her ass as I pulled her body even closer to me. Although it was me who ended the kiss, however, I had no intention of ending my oral assault on my bosses' body. Beginning at her jaw, I traced a wet, erotic path down her slender neck and across the upper reaches of her chest until my mouth finally made contact with Genevieve's left titty. I slid my lips gently across the extended nipple, marveling at how long the fleshy, thimble-sized button seemed to be. Gently at first, I swirled the nipple between my lips until finally placing my tongue flat against the protrusion and sucking it even deeper into my mouth. Above me, Genevieve moaned loudly as she placed her hands on my head and held my mouth in place against her again heaving chest. "Oh, baby, baby, baby," she cooed as she caressed my head. But I knew that if I could cause Genevieve to moan simply by sucking on her tits, then I'd hear even louder moans when I continued the oral journey toward the lower portions of her body

Reluctantly releasing the left tit, I administered the same oral attention to the right tit, again followed by Genevieve's moans and sexual noises. When I decided I'd given her tits enough attention, I released the oral grip from her right tit and again used my tongue to trace a wet path down her body. Genevieve knew where I was going as my mouth made contact with one part of her body after another, and she seemed happy and willing to oblige me as I bent my body until I was finally on my knees and staring at her sixty-nine year old cunt. Unlike the hair on her head, however, the thick mat of hair covering her pussy was a mixture of red and grey hairs. For one instant, the thought that she might color her hair entered my mind: but as I said, that thought lasted only an instant because by now, a space of mere millimeters separated my face and hungry mouth from Genevieve's pussy. And from where I knelt before her, the cunt lips I could plainly see seemed to be calling my name. Taking one final second before I extended my neck forward, I looked upward, lifting my chin to gaze at Genevieve, asking myself in my mind what it was she was thinking at that very instant. I didn't have to wait long to discover what it was she was thinking. Or desiring.

I placed my hands gently on each of Genevieve's thighs, the skin soft under my fingers. Still staring at her cunt, and still not truly believing I was only inches from my bosses' exposed pussy, I began to massage her thighs, my hands alternating between rising high so that each thumb teased her cunt each time I lifted my hands, and lowering them downward to her knees. Genevieve cooed with each caress, and each time my thumbs made contact with her pussy, she began to thrust her ass forward as if she was becoming inpatient and couldn't wait for whatever it was I had planned. Looking up at her, I saw her staring down at me, a smile on her face, but also an expression of outright desire painting her face. "Don't worry, honey," I said up to her as my thumbs once again teased the sides of her hairy cunt. "I've got plenty planned for you, baby." Genevieve's faced changed from one of expectant waiting to a flash of sadness, and I knew I needed to act soon, to put my plan into action.

When my hands finally reached her knees again, I lifted her right leg high enough to drape it over my left shoulder and immediately felt the tip of her stiletto heel dig into the bare skin of my back. But rather than experience pain at the pencil-sharp high heel, instead I felt stimulated, and couldn't wait to move on to the next step of my hastily made plan. With that, I extended my neck forward, and because Genevieve's body was now supported by mine, I was able to place my lips directly onto her cunt, the salty-sweet taste of her juices immediately filling my mouth as I began to separate her pussy lips with my tongue. Perhaps it had been a while since Genevieve had had her cunt licked because at the first touch of my tongue on her pussy, she arched her back so forcefully that her shoulders slammed against the doorframe. "Oh, fuck, Seth," she moaned, her hands falling over my head, her fingers intertwined in my hair. "Baby, baby, it's been so long," she moaned. Like a demon, I sat upon fucking Genevieve with my tongue, determined, persistent, the tip sliding easily between her now outstretched cunt lips. When I raised my right hand and added the middle finger to the oral assault, Genevieve began to moan louder and gyrated her body more forcefully, so much so that for a few seconds, I had difficulty maintaining the lock between my lips and her cunt. But on and on I drove, sucking her clit, the pussy button extended and soaking wet from my saliva. By now, Genevieve was sliding her body in an upward and downward motion to match my own movements.

Momentarily removing my mouth from her cunt, I jammed an additional finger into her soaking wet pussy while I gazed upward at her to see the effects of my efforts. The sight I beheld was amazing: Genevieve was staring down at me, her eyes wide open, her flaming red hair tussled and half covering her face. The robe now lay halfway down her body to expose her upper torso, the nipples of her tits extended and matching the length of her clit. She smiled then nodded at me, a sign I took to once again place my lips upon her pussy. When my mouth made contact again, I felt the tremors of an orgasm building in Genevieve's loins as she tightened the vice-like grip of her legs around my head. But I didn't want Genevieve to come on my mouth, didn't want her to explode with two fingers jammed inside her cunt. No, if she was going to come, and I was damn well determined that she would experience a sexual explosion there while leaning against the doorjamb, then I wanted the seizures that accompany an orgasm to come from the presence of my cock inside her sixty-nine year old cunt. Genevieve moaned a slight sound of protest when she saw me rising from the kneeling position, but when she felt me grip her right leg again behind the knee and wrap the limb around my waist, she understood exactly what it was I wanted her to do, and exactly where our next actions would take us.

Looking directly into Genevieve's eyes, I asked, "Are you ready for this, honey?" Genevieve responded by wrapping her arms tightly around my shoulders and drawing my naked chest into her tits, our nipples meeting and greeting, the perspiration we'd each created mixing in an erotic mixture of sexual need, desire, and animalistic drive. There was no stopping us now as I grasped the shaft of my rock-hard cock and guided the tip upward and toward Genevieve's hairy pussy. Just as the wide spear-like head of my cock made contact with the same cunt lips I'd been sucking on only seconds before, Genevieve gasped, as if she was suddenly having second thoughts about fucking a twenty-three year old man. Perhaps the questioning expression on my face caused her to hesitate, but when she extended her left hand downward between our bodies and grasped my cock, I knew she had hesitated only because she wanted to enjoy the sensation of a hard cock pressing against her pussy lips. She wanted to enjoy the moment for what it was: the introduction of a hard, meaty shaft sliding slowly between her cunt lips. "Do it, Seth," Genevieve said, "Give it to me." Thrusting my hips upward again, I felt the first several inches of hard cock enter Genevieve's elderly cunt, the warmth engulfing my cock like I'd never experienced before. I mean, I lost my virginity years ago at a frat party, and I've fucked any number of women since. But each of those sexual conquests were with women my age, give or take a few years. Now, as inch by inch of hard cock slid between Genevieve's pussy lips, I realized I was the one being fucked, rather than me fucking her. The feel of her pussy lips drinking in my cock, the realization that Genevieve was using her experiences as an older woman to contract her cunt muscles, to actually pull me deeper into her body amazed me. Genevieve's eyes remained locked onto mine as I continued the small, upward thrusts and when she smiled slightly at me, the secret was in the open that it was this beautiful older woman, this senator in the United States Congress, this sixty-nine year old female who was in charge of this unexpected but very welcome encounter. "Tell me you like the feel of old pussy, Seth," Genevieve all but hissed at me as I felt the base of my cock finally reach the opening of my boss's cunt. "Tell me, baby, tell me."

I quickly picked up the rhythm of fucking, lifting and dropping my ass so that my cock slid easily into Genevieve's pussy. "Yes, baby, yes," I cooed into her face, "I like your old cunt." Perhaps it was my use of the word "cunt" that drove Genevieve over the edge, but at that instant, she lifted her left leg and now, with both of her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, we began a mutual fuck and counter-fuck that caused me to slam her back into the doorframe each time I drove my cock upward and deeply into her pussy. I cupped Genevieve's bare ass in my sweaty palms, holding her against the doorframe not only to stabilize our body positions, but also to make sure that each time I trust upward, her body remained in place so that I could jam the entire length of my cock between her pussy lips. "Oh, god, Genevieve, oh, god," I began to moan as I slammed my cock into her cunt time after time after time. "Baby, I never imagined old pussy could feel this good!" Genevieve reacted by pressing her lips against mine, the kiss erotic and deep as her nipples began to slide across my sweat-covered chest.

"Let yourself go, baby," Genevieve whispered into my ear when she broke the kiss. Her breath was hot and moist in my ear and when she arched her back, I was certain that my cock entered another previously undiscovered depth in Genevieve's cunt. Hearing her words, I began to pump my cock wildly, forcefully, powerfully until we reached the point where Genevieve's head was now banging loudly against the doorframe. But if the movement caused her pain, she didn't say so. No, instead, Genevieve's moans turned louder, more constant, as her hair fell completely about her face, concealing her eyes from me. I quickly released the grip my left hand had on her bare ass, wiped the hair away, and returned the hand to her bare ass cheek. It was then that I recalled the magical, sexy move she'd made on me while she sucked my cock. Slowly, without letting her slip from my grasp, I slid my right hand to the left, between her ass cheeks, and into the dark area located just behind her cunt. After just a few seconds, I found what I was searching for: her asshole.

When I pushed the tip of my index finger against Genevieve's asshole, she made no sound, provided me with no indication that she felt the pressure of my fingertip. But when I inserted the finger to a two-knuckle depth, Genevieve suddenly came alive, her eyes opened wide, her mouth formed into the shape of an "O," her head thrown back. "Fuck, yes, Seth, fuck yes!" she cried when I jammed the finger even deeper into her asshole while my cock continued to pummel her pussy. "Give it to me from both ends, Seth! Yes, baby, yes!" Deeper and deeper I jammed the finger into Genevieve's anus until my finger was completely buried in the tight opening. For several moments, I continued to fuck Genevieve with my hard cock, driving her body upward with each powerful thrust, while at the same time I drove my right index finger deeply into her asshole, stimulating both the United States Senator's pussy and asshole as best as I knew how. "I'm so close, Seth, honey, so fucking close!" Genevieve said as she tightened the grip she applied to my naked waist with her legs. Although I couldn't see it, I heard the sound of one of her high heels falling to the floor, the four-inch high heels thudding against the floor adding to the sounds of sexually-induced moans, flesh slapping against a wooden doorframe, and heavy breathing. On and on I pumped, driving upward, my eyes locked on Genevieve, my entire focus directed toward making this sixty-nine year old woman come while I held her body weight with my hands, while I braced her naked back against the doorframe, while my cock filled every last dark and wet space inside her cunt.

And just as my orgasm had come so unexpectedly, so too did Genevieve's. She suddenly pulled her body erect, her hands tightened around my shoulders, and her back arched into a more strict curve than she had had all evening. "Now, Seth, now, goddamn it!" she screamed, her voice echoing down the dark hallway and returning to us. "I'm coming, honey, oh yes, but I'm fucking coming!" Onward and upward I pushed, my cock now completely slathered with Genevieve's cunt juices. Genevieve pushed downward, as if she couldn't get enough of the cock I'd been slamming into her for the last twenty minutes. When she shifted her ankles and the remaining high heel fell to the floor, the sound of the heavy leather object caused me to begin to come as well, and together, this elderly woman and I shared the rare occurrence of two orgasms happening at the same time. Genevieve leaned in close, her voice hot and wet in my ear and said, "I can feel you filling my pussy, baby!" And as her lips once again fell upon mine and we shared an orgasmic kiss, my entire body shook from the sexual convulsions racking both my body and Genevieve's. Genevieve broke the kiss, grasped my face by placing a hand in each cheek and said, "Don't you dare stop fucking me, Seth, I swear, don't you dare stop fucking me!" To place emphasis on her words, she tightened the leg lock she had around my waist and rather than feel two stiletto heels digging into my bare skin, I felt Genevieve's bare heels digging into the area just above my naked ass. At the same time, she pulled her upper torso upward, a move which now placed each still hard nipple at mouth level. I couldn't keep myself from sucking first one nipple, then the other, even giving the final nipple a bit of a small bite before I allowed the small, thumb-sized button to escape from my mouth. But I continued to drive upward with what I knew was a progressively limp cock, my orgasm now subsiding, the river of come I'd slammed into Genevieve's cunt now turning more to small streams, then drops.

But although my orgasm was ending, as was Genevieve's, neither she nor I ceased or slowed our actions. For several more moments, I continued to push my cock upward into Genevieve's cunt, while she continued to ride the shaft, alternating between kissing my mouth and throwing her head back against the doorframe. Finally, when my cock would no longer enter her come-soaked pussy, I slowly released my grip on Genevieve and lowered her to the floor. To my surprise, she immediately placed the high heels back onto her feet, threw the robe to the floor, and turned to face me. Again Genevieve gave me an erotic kiss while she fondled my very limp cock. After she'd satisfied herself, she quickly grasped me by the hand and led me down the hall to a wide, old-fashioned bathroom, her high heels clicking loudly upon the wooden floors. As I walked behind her, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight in front of me: a sixty-nine year old woman who had the body of a woman half her age, and the knowledge that in her cunt, she possessed one of the largest loads of come I'd ever produced.

After a few seconds, we arrived at another door, which Genevieve pushed open with her bare hand. I realized we were at the bathroom and as Genevieve turned on a light, the first sight to greet me was a four-claw, white enameled tub taking up most of the space. "Come on, Seth," Genevieve said, "It's time to clean up." With my hand in hers, I followed the senator into the bathroom and waited while she filled the tub with warm water. As she bent over the tub, I couldn't help but stand behind her and place my somewhat-recovering cock between her ass cheeks. In an instant, Genevieve straightened her body, stood and faced me, and with a sly grin on her face while she fondled my coming-to-life cock, said, "Oh, there'll be more time for that, later, baby." I watched as Genevieve lit several candles she'd positioned around the tiled room, then made her way back to me, the high, stiletto heels clicking in the tiled floor the only sound in the room other the sound of water filling the tub. She returned to me, kissed me deeply again, and removed her high heels, stepping over and into the tub. "Come here, baby," she said, holding out her right hand to me. "Join me in the bath." I quickly entered the tub and settled between Genevieve's legs, my bare back pressing against her chest. For many long, quiet moments, Genevieve Lanham, United States Senator, bathed my body, her gentle hands caressing the soap into my shoulders, my back, my chest as she wrapped her arms around me. Inevitably and eventually, as I had hoped she would do, Genevieve's hands fell lower into my lap and when she found that my cock had by now fully recovered and was now as erect as it had been when I fucked her against the doorframe, she began to stroke me, her moist hands sliding the length of the shaft at a progressively faster pace now until I was finally resting the full weight of my upper body against her chest, her nipples poking teasingly into my skin.

I laid my head on her shoulder and allowed Genevieve to hand fuck me, to stroke me until she sensed I was close to coming. It was then that she released the grip on my cock and I felt her slide her hands between my ass and the bottom of the tub. It took me a few seconds to realize that Genevieve wanted me to rise, and as I did, she turned my body so that I was now on my knees with a very hard and very close to exploding cock pointing at her. "Ah, there it is," she said as she bent forward slightly at the waist and in one fluid swallow, engulfed the entire length of my cock into her mouth. As I watched the back of her head again, just as I had when she sucked my cock at the door of the bedroom we had yet to use, Genevieve sucked my cock until I again exploded in her mouth, the come again streaming from me in a river of sexual passion and joy.

When she completed the task of swallowing my come, Genevieve stood, the bath water streaming down her body in rivers, and stepped out of the tub. "Come with me, Seth," she said. I left the tub and thinking we would now return to the bedroom, I was surprised again when Genevieve instead took a seat on the closed toilet. Again, this amazing, sixty-nine year old woman held out her hand and as I took it, she guided me to a kneeling position between her tanned, lean legs. "You know what to do, Seth," she whispered as I knelt between her knees, spread her legs a bit wider, and as I'd done some time before, placed my mouth on Genevieve's cunt. For the next twenty minutes, I licked, I kissed, and I bit her pussy lips gently, all in an effort to tease Genevieve, to prolong her orgasm. It was when I introduced first one, then two, and eventually three fingers between her wide-spread pussy lips that Genevieve began to buck wildly on the toilet seat, her hands placed on either side of her, supporting her weight each time she lifted or dropped her ass in response to the cunt licking I was giving her. She lifted her ass so forcefully, in fact, that loud thumping sounds competed with the moans she so freely allowed to escape her lips. Finally, unable to take any more, Genevieve came, her hands pushing my face tighter and tighter against her cunt as each subsequent wave of orgasm flowed through her cunt, across her legs and upper body, her brain also erupting in a torrent of sexual release. When the orgasm finally ended, Genevieve leaned back against the toilet, her arms hanging limp at her sides, her chest heaving. It was then that I brought her to a standing position, and to her surprise, lifted her entire body until I cradled her against my chest like a child. "Oh, my, Seth, you are full of surprises!" Genevieve cooed into my ear just before she laid her head on my shoulder. Naked, I made my way down the hallway to the bedroom which we had yet to enter. I laid Genevieve gently on the bed, and laid beside her, our bodies instantly forming into one, legs intertwined, arms locked around each other's bodies, lips smashed together on a passionate, sexual kiss.

I fucked Genevieve twice more that night before breakfast, two lengthy and active sessions which included various body positions and much experimentation. For a woman her age, Genevieve certainly had a great amount of experience, and I gladly and eagerly accepted her teachings. And because it was a Saturday and we decided not to do any work, Genevieve and I spent the majority of the day naked, in bed, again joined at the sexual organs. I went home that evening, my cock almost raw from the constant sliding into either Genevieve's cunt or mouth. But because she is a United States Senator, and there is always work to do, Genevieve called me the next morning and asked me to meet her at the office late Sunday afternoon. Imagine my surprise, then, when I arrived to find Genevieve sitting on the edge of her desk, her legs clothed in blacked, seamed stockings, four inch stiletto pumps on her feet, and nothing else. Pointing her index finger at me, my boss said simply one thing: "Come here, and close the door behind you." Oh the afternoon we had. But that, my friends, is another story.