My name is Valma (everyone calls me Val). I'm 61 years old, and a grandmother five times. I'm 5' 3" tall and at one time weighed 115 lb. I don't anymore. Age took care of that. My ass is wide and my breasts which my husband used to call lovely, now, if I'm being fucked like a dog, on all fours, they hang down like udders. Three kids took care of that. My husband said I had huge nipples. I had nothing to compare.
Speaking of my husband: We were married for thirty years, and thinking back, I can't remember why I married him. Don't get me wrong; our marriage was okay. He wasn't much of a lover, but six years ago when he died, he left me a fairly wealthy widow.
Now that I mentioned lovers, many years ago, before I met my husband, I had sex with a few guys. None were memorable, except one guy, and the only thing I remember about him was that he had a big cock; a really big one. None of the other guys before I was married measured up. And by the way, while I was married, I was always faithful.
I never ever thought about cheating, even if the sex wasn't all that good. Oh, I tried to make it work with my husband. I was always ready, even if he wasn't interested. I'd arrange romantic weekends. One time I surprised him with a weekend at a fancy resort. "Honey, why don't we call this a blowjob weekend?"
Over the years, I thought I gave him great blowjobs, which to be honest, I was just okay with it. I swallowed every drop because well, he was my husband, but it never lit a fire under our marriage bed; if you know what I mean.
Not only was our marriage bed cold, so was Duluth, Minnesota where we both grew up and raised the kids. Shortly after he died, and I settled his affairs, I moved to a wonderful over-55 community near Sarasota, Florida.
The community I lived in had a country club which had social events on the weekends. I met a group of women my age, and we played cards at the club, and did a bunch of other things together. As we got to know each other, most of them complained about their lack of a love life. I interpreted that to mean no one was getting fucked. Me included.
I'd been there about a year when I arrived at the pool, and one of the women in our card group waved me over. I joined her at a table, under an umbrella. Joann and I chatted for awhile when we were joined by a young black man, perhaps in his late-20's. Joann introduced him as Marc.
It didn't take long for me to figure out that he was her lover. As we sat there talking, it dawned on me that Joann was one of the few women who never bitched about her love life. If she had a young man taking care of her, why would she?
As I said, he was black. If you don't know much about Duluth, let me tell you, there are very few black people in the area. I don't remember any in my kids' school and I was certain that in the suburban area where we lived there weren't any. This was new to me.
In my gated community here in Florida, there weren't many black people. That is except for the gardeners and other maintenance people.
A few days later, I was at the country club having a drink, waiting for the other members of our card group to show up, when Joann joined me. I just had to ask, "where did you find such a handsome young man."
"Val, you just have to know where to look." She leaned close to me and whispered, "the things Marc does to me makes me swoon."
I'll bet. Like everyone else. I'd heard rumors of how well-endowed black men were. It brought me back to that one well-hung lover I'd had many, many years ago, but a black man, no. I just couldn't imagine.
I just couldn't imagine a black cock going in and out of my pink pussy. I'm very pale, and even the Florida sun didn't do too much. I couldn't imagine putting a black cock between my whiter than white breasts or god-forbidden between my ruby red lips. No, that wasn't going to happen.
I've never been much for masturbation, even though my now deceased husband gave me very little of what I needed, but over the next few weeks, I found myself playing with my pussy. I started sleeping in the nude. I hadn't done that since my first few years of married life. I wasn't thinking of what a black cock might do to me, or me to it. I was thinking of what that young black man was doing to Joann and what she might be doing to him.
One day, while out shopping, I was in the wrong lane and forced to take a right hand turn. I was bit disoriented, and found myself in a neighborhood that I was unfamiliar. The homes were neat, but most of the people on the street were black.
Eventually, I found my way back home, but that night in bed as my fingers wandered, I thought, what if . . .
I shook my head, ‘no.' But my fingers said ‘yes' and I continued to play. For a week, every night, and every morning it was the same.
When I played cards with Joann, I'd get so wet, just thinking about what she might be getting, and giving.
What made it worse was that on occasion Joann's friend, Marc, would show up; they'd have a drink and then leave. Of course, I knew what they were doing, and that night I'd masturbate non-stop thinking of them; except in my fantasy, it was me underneath Marc or me with his black cock in my mouth. As I came, I'd shake my head ‘no,' but I'd sigh, "oh Marc, Marc. Marc." Yes, I was obsessed. Not specifically with Marc, but perhaps a man like him.
Then I finally did it. I drove through that same middle class black neighborhood where I'd gotten lost. I was looking for just the right bar where I might meet the kind of man I wanted.
In the early evening I sat in my car, across the street from one that looked like it might be right and checked out the men who went in and came out.
I did the same thing a few nights later at two other bars and finally found one that I thought might meet my needs.
It took me two more weeks to take the big leap. One Friday night, I drove to the bar I had been checking out. I parked on a side street that seemed fairly dark. If I couldn't get someone to take me home or go home with me, I'd settle for giving some nice, well-hung black man a blow job in my car. That's how horny and frustrated I was.
I was wearing a short black cocktail dress, which emphasized those udders I was carrying around. It was about as sexy as it gets for a woman my age.
The bar was about half full and soft jazz was playing; it wasn't too loud. I wasn't the only white woman in the place, but I was the only one alone. I was also at least twenty five years older than anyone, and I doubted the bartender was thirty. I took a seat at the end of the bar. The bartender came over to me, "You must be lost, what address are you looking for?"
"I'm not lost. May I have a glass of Pinot Grigio, please?"
He must have thought I'd go away if he didn't bring me my wine. He kept looking over at me. Yep, I was still there. Finally, after about ten minutes, he brought me the glass of wine. "A white woman in a place like this by herself, is nothing but trouble. You should drink that fast and move on."
I placed a twenty on the bar, and began to slowly sip my drink. I didn't want to look like I was intimidated, actually I was nervous and not sure how to act. Of course, I had never done anything like this before, but I knew exactly what I wanted.
The bartender came back with my change, "I'll bet there are a hundred bars between where you live and here where you could get a drink."
"Maybe a thousand," I smiled. "I like the music."
There were some very fine looking single men in the bar, but none came over to talk to me. Some were checking me out. One white woman asked me if I was lost when we were in the ladies room together. I thanked her for her concern and went back to my barstool.
I had a second glass of wine. The bartender, whose name was Carlos, bitched about that, too. After two hours it was apparent that nothing was going to happen. I left and went home, but I knew I'd be back. The bar was the right one, I just needed to find the right man.
The next afternoon about 4 o'clock, I was back. It was mostly empty. Carlos was behind the bar. I smiled, "Hello, again. A glass of Pinot Grigio please." I put another twenty on the bar.
"I think you're still lost," he said with a laugh, as he poured the wine.
A few minutes later he called to another employee and asked him to watch the bar for a few minutes. He sat down beside me. "Maybe I can help you find what you're looking for," he said. "Come with me."
He took my hand and led me through a door that led to the stockroom and then into an office. He opened the office door for me. I entered and I heard him lock the door behind me. "Maybe this is what you were looking for?" As he turned, he was unzipping his pants.
Finally!!! I said to myself. "Carlos, you're absolutely right, that is exactly what I'm looking for," I said, as he moved in front of me. His cock was out of his pants now and quickly rising in anticipation. I dropped to my knees and immediately took him in my mouth. I didn't even hesitate.
It wasn't very romantic, and not exactly what I expected when I played with myself, but it was a start.
Carlos had a huge cock; bigger than that college boy from years ago. It had been at least ten years, maybe closer to fifteen, since I'd given my husband a blowjob, but it must be like riding a bike. I enthusiastically sucked Carlos' cock.
Then we were interrupted. There was a knock at the door. "Carlos, I need you man. There's a problem out here."
Of course, I didn't want to stop, but Carlos said, "I have to go, I can't afford to lose my job." With that he pushed me away and stuffed his still stiff dick back in his pants. I followed him back to the bar. I was so disappointed, but as I said, it was a start.
After he solved whatever crisis had occurred, he came over to me. "I finish at nine tonight. Why don't you come back then?"
I finished my drink and left. The next four hours or so would be the longest of my life. I went home and took a nap. I was hoping it would be a long and fruitful night. I was back at the bar at quarter to nine.
I ordered a glass of wine while I waited for Carlos to finish work. A few minutes later he came over to me. "Ready?"
I'd been ready for ages.
I followed him out the door. He lived above the bar. How convenient? I thought to myself with a smile. After he opened his apartment door, he said he wanted to wash up and I should make myself comfortable.
I took off my dress and then my bra and panty hose. I was wearing just a full slip. I didn't feel self-conscious as I waited on the couch. I was pleased and surprised when Carlos came back into the living room completely naked. My eyes immediately went to his cock which was still at rest.
He sat down beside me and I immediately began to stroke him. He responded very quickly and I positioned myself on the floor between his legs, "now where were we?"
I took him in my mouth. My pussy was instantly wet. He must have been as excited as I was because in about 15 minutes I could feel him getting ready to come.
I couldn't swallow it all. I had it on my chin and on my slip and I could feel cum dripping into my cleavage. I couldn't wait to experience it again, so I just kept on sucking even as his erection disappeared.
Don't get me wrong, I never thought of myself as giving a great blowjob. My husband was the only one, and even on that romantic, blowjob weekend, he just seemed okay with it. However, when ever he was in the mood, I was more than willing. It was about as romantic as our marriage got.
Carlos didn't say much. The expression on his face indicated that he thought he had found a gold mine. That is exactly how I felt. I did him once more and his spurt was as sweet as the first time.
After my mouth worked him up to another erection, I took it out and I told him to take me to his bed. I wanted to get fucked. My pussy was aching for his big cock.
When we got into bed, I immediately got on my back. I'd didn't need any foreplay. We'd already done that. My pussy was drenched. I think I shocked him and myself; my pussy just swallowed up his entire cock. Maybe it was all that cock sucking, maybe it was all the masturbation or maybe it was the three kids, but that big cock just slipped right in.
Since he had already cum, it took him a long time to cum again. For almost an hour he rammed his big cock in an out of my juicy pussy. I screamed with delight at each thrust. I was certain that I could be heard downstairs in the bar even over the music. I must have had four or five incredible orgasms. I was so ready to feel him cum in my pussy. Carlos didn't disappoint.
For a few minutes we lay together, "Thank you, Carlos. Thank you for giving me your amazing cock. I couldn't have asked for anything more. Thank you." I kissed him on the cheek.
I got dressed. Carlos asked me when I was coming back. He didn't work Mondays and Tuesdays and most nights he was finished by nine. It had been a great night. It had been such a long time. Frankly, I couldn't remember the last time I got fucked. Of course, I'd be back.
I didn't show up until Wednesday about 8:45. Carlos looked like he was going to die. I think he thought I wasn't coming back. As soon as we were upstairs, I helped him out of his clothes and sucked his cock. My enthusiasm let him know how much I loved the way he filled my mouth with his sweet juices.
As soon as I could get him hard again, I led him to bed where I got on top. I rode him hard. Carlos seemed to like my tits, which thrilled me to no end. I mean I still considered them udders, but he kissed them and licked them, his hands massaged them, while he sucked my nipples. I must have had three orgasms. The night ended with one more blowjob. Another great evening.
The next day I saw Joann at the pool. "I see you've found yourself a man," she said as soon as I sat down.
"What do you mean? How can you tell?" I blushed. I'd always considered sex private.
"First of all, the smile on your face could light up a city."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Oh, yeah, and secondly, you're not wearing any make-up, but you have what I call that freshly fucked look about you. I've had that same look ever since I started seeing Marc," she smiled.
"Oh dear, I need to do something about that."
"Why? I'll bet he's black and I'll bet he has a big one."
"Ummm," Like I said, I didn't think it was appropriate to talk about the intimate details of my love life.
". . . has he asked you yet if he can invite a friend to join you?"
My mouth must have been as open as it was when I had Carlos' cock in my mouth. "Joann, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying there's nothing better."
I made some excuse to leave.
I continued to see Carlos. Usually, I was on my back or one my knees. Not that there was a routine or anything, but I'd be underneath him, and Carlos was giving me the best fuck of my life. "AAHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAAH YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD, CARLOS. GIVE IT ALL TO ME. FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG COCK."
"You like sucking Carlos' cock, don't you, Val?"
"Yes, I love to suck you, but not right now. FUCK ME, MY PUSSY LOVES YOUR COCK."
"Tell me how much you love to suck my cock."
"Your big cock feels so good in my mouth. I'll suck it anytime you want, but right now keep fucking me." My big ass was bouncing off the bed, and that big cock was ramming in and out of my pussy again. "I LOVE YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK. I LOVE TO SUCK IT AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK MY CUNT. KEEP FUCKING ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," I screamed as I came again.
When he finished, and we were next to each other breathing hard, I realized what I had said. I mean, I don't think I ever used the word ‘cunt' in my life. It wouldn't be the last time, but only in moments of passion so great that I had no idea what I was saying.
Later that night, I gave him a blowjob. After the way he fucked me, I couldn't make love to that cock with more energy and enthusiasm if I tried. I thought that each time with Carlos, my cock sucking skills improved.
Before I left, there was one more other worldly fuck. I left walking on air. Joann was right; at home, looking in the mirror, there was something about my complexion. I did have that freshly fucked look.
I always went home with that ‘freshly fucked look" on my face. At the same time, I learned to love sucking Carlos' cock. There was so much to suck.
I knew that Carlos worked late Saturday night, but one Sunday I was knocking on his door very early. I brought coffee.
Every time I'd been with Carlos, I was surprised by the way he fucked me. Each time seemed better than the last. And I think I surprised him with how well this old lady sucked his cock. Unlike with my husband, I liked the taste of his cum. No, I loved the taste of his cum.
This particular Sunday morning, Carlos gave me the surprise of my life. After kissing and sucking my tits, he went down on me. I think it had been at least thirty years since I was last eaten. I remember my husband did it once while we were on vacation in Hawaii, but only once.
Carlos had a big cock, perfect for fucking and sucking; now he demonstrated that his tongue was just as good. "Ooooooooh, Carlos, Carlos, ooooooooh, ooooooh, I'm cuuuuummmming, I'm cuuuuuummming, ooooooooh God Carlos, oooooooh God."
Carlos had made me orgasm before; all the time when he fucked me, and I was pretty sure I had one last week when he came in my mouth. They were nothing like this. And then he kept eating me, and eating me. And I kept cumming and cumming. I was a mess. Whatever Carlos wanted he could have.
Then Joann seemed like a fortune teller. Carlos came up from between my legs, his face covered with my juices, "Val, what would you think if you could have my cock in your mouth and get fucked at the same time?"
Now, I'm not naïve, but in the moment I didn't think about what Joann had said. What I did know was that whenever I was with him, I could never decide if I want to blow him or fuck him. It felt so so good to have his cock in my mouth, but then when he started to fuck me . . .
And now, I discovered he was a pussy eater. Not just a pussy eater, a magnificent pussy eater.
You know, if you've read my story so far, I'm not some kind of slut. Those first six years after my husband's passing, I never got laid; not once. Nor did I ever cheat on him.
"Oh, Carlos, I'll do anything you want, just let me have your cock. Whatever you want, baby, whatever you want."
Just then the doorbell rang, "I'll be right back."
When Carlos came back, "Val, this is my friend William. I told him that you might be the greatest cocksucker ever, and I know you're ready to fuck my cock."
William was already getting undressed. Even after what Joann said, I'd never really given it any thought.
Carlos whispered in my ear, "Val, after William leaves, I'll be begging you to let me eat your sweet pussy."
I really would have done anything.
I'd never even thought about anything like this when I masturbating, I wasn't exactly sure what to do, but in the moment, the only thing that made sense was for me to do was to get on my hands and knees, and let Carlos take me from behind. We'd never done it like that, but I was looking forward to him ramming that big cock inside me and fucking me like a dog.
To say nothing of sucking William's cock. I hoped he had a big one.
Oh, he did, he did. When William was completely undressed, he slid underneath me. His cock was right my face. At the same time, Carlos was starting to push in. I was so wet from his tongue work that there was no resistance.
I took William's cock, which was already growing in my hand. My eyes were examining it. It was every bit as big as Carlos' perhaps thicker. I started licking his head, but that's not all I wanted. I slowly filled my mouth with it.
Having sucked Carlos' cock for a while now, I was becoming pretty good at taking it deep in mouth. I did the same with William. At the same time, I tried to moan as Carlos fucked me from behind, but my mouth was full.
My brain, was saying, ‘ooooooh, God that cock feels so good. Keep fucking me Carlos, keep fucking me, oooooooooh.' He could fuck me all night. At the same time, I was thinking, ‘damn, William has one big, delicious cock. I could suck it all night.'
And we did, periodically switching places. William behind me, and Carlos underneath me. Then William wanted me to sit on his cock, while Carlos stood up, leaned back against the headboard, while I sucked his cock.
Carlos was the first to cum, filling my mouth with his tasty cum. I was still riding William's cock. He'd discovered my tits and was gently squeezing my big nipples; one in each hand. As always the contrast between my pure white titties and his black hands was a huge turn on; as if I needed something else to turn me on. I started riding him harder. My tits were swinging. I think he liked watching them.
Carlos' cock was no longer in my mouth, which allowed me to scream with pleasure with each bounce on William's cock. I still had the taste of Carlos' cum in my mouth which just added to my euphoria.
There was nothing like it when William came.
I couldn't wait for them to be ready to do me again. They let me rest for a while, and of course they needed to recover, too.
An hour later, the three of us were ready. I wanted to make them both cum again, but I just couldn't decide which one I wanted in my pussy and which one in my mouth.
We ended up switching back and forth every 15-20 minutes. When Carlos was fucking me from behind, I could feel him getting close. I took William's cock out of my mouth, "Carlos take it out of my pussy, I want you to come in mouth."
He moved next to William on the bed. I was jerking him off with my right hand, while continuing to suck William. I took his cock out of my mouth. "I want you both to come in my mouth." With that I leaned over and began sucking Carlos' cock, while stroking Williams with my left hand.
Carlos' cock tasted wonderful. It was covered with my pussy juice. Before I switched back to William, "Let me know when you're going to come," I said to both of them. William filled my mouth with his sweet, sweet cream. As he was coming, I was jerking off Carlos. As soon as I made sure I hadn't missed a drop of William's tasty cum, I took him out of my mouth and immediately filled it with Carlos' magnificent stiff rod. In less than a minute Carlos, too spurted a full load into my mouth. This was too much; I swear I had an orgasm.
Over the next few months, Carlos introduced me to other men. Some white or Hispanic, but mostly they were black. I do have to say that most of Carlos' friends had big cocks. Some as big as his, and a few even bigger.
Sometimes, Carlos was there, other times it was just a one-on-one with Carlos' friend. One thing that always happened is that after his friend left, Carlos would always eat my pussy. Damn, the man knew how to bring me places I'd never been before. As I said, when he ate me, I would have done anything for him, and I did.
This went on for almost a year, and then it ended.
But before I tell you how it ended, two of the men Carlos introduced me to stood out, and I just have to tell you about them.
One day Carlos introduced me to his friend James. He was the biggest man I'd ever seen. He had to be over seven feet tall. The first thing I thought of was, ‘imagine if his cock is proportional to his height,' then I thought, ‘oh shit, something that big could hurt me.'
For a man so big, James was the gentlest man I'd ever met. Carlos and friends always fucked me hard, and sometimes when I was blowing them, they held my head in their hands and fucked my mouth. And most of them were rough on my boobs. Many a night I went home with sore nipples.
Not James, my tits disappeared when he put his hands on them. His hands were that big. His cock was huge, but Carlos had introduced me to some of his friends who were considerably bigger.
James entered me slowly. Oh, he was a great fuck, but gentle. It was like he knew he could hurt me. When he was done, I thanked him by taking his cock in my mouth, and reviving it. I didn't stop until he came. Yes, I was a non-stop cock sucker.
I insisted that James fuck me one more time before Carlos came back. Oh my, his stamina was incredible. It was a fuck fest. His entire body engulfed me. And since he'd already cum twice, we just kept going and going. I wasn't going to quit until he did.
Of all Carlos' friends, James was by far the best fuck. Although I do have to say when Carlos and one of his friends were doing me at the same time, it was indescribable. To say nothing of when Carlos ate me. Imagine a thirty-year-old Carlos begging to eat my sixty-one year old pussy. A girl couldn't ask for more, could she?
That was the only time that Carlos brought James to see me. Too bad.
Then there was Chris. He had a body to die for; a body Leonardo da Vinci might have used as a model, but alas, my eyes moved to the part of his body that I was most interested in, and there was almost nothing there.
It was almost as if this man who was close to 30 years old was pre-pubescent. It was standing up at the most 4 inches. I didn't want to insult him so I went down on him right away. After the huge cocks I been sucking, this was like a toothpick. Not only did I take all of his cock, but I pushed most of his ball sack into my mouth, too. I didn't have to exert myself too long, in less than a minute he came. It was a very weak load. I had to concentrate on the taste to make sure he had actually come.
It was a waste of my time. Carlos must have known that because after Chris left, he showed up with William. I had a ball; four of them in fact. Sometimes they were bouncing off my ass; sometimes off my chin.
Two days later I was home, just out of the shower, and drying my hair when I heard the doorbell ring. I answered it just wearing my robe. I looked through the security hole and saw a very handsome black man standing there. It took me a moment to place where I had seen him before. Then it hit me, it was Chris, the guy with the little dick I met just the other day at Carlos'. I opened the door part way, "How did you know where I lived?"
"I'm sorry to bother you Val. I followed you from Carlos' the other night. Then I came back when I thought you'd be awake," he said.
Reluctantly I let him in, "What do you want?"
"I could tell you were very disappointed with me. You're not the first woman who I haven't been able to please, but I think you should give me a second chance."
I couldn't help but laugh, but on the other hand, I felt sorry for him. I mean having to go through life with a cock like that. Frankly, after being with Carlos and his friends, I didn't even consider it a cock.
"Val, I have a magic tongue that I think you might enjoy."
I thought about what Chris said for a moment. The very thought of getting eaten had me wet, and yes, I did feel sorry for him. I led him to my bedroom. I took off my robe and guided him on to the bed with me. I was on my back with my legs spread.
I don't know if you care about this or not. My pussy that is. In the time that I grew up, women didn't shave down there, as I understand lots of young women do today. That is, except my bikini line. I couldn't think of anything more gross than hair sticking out of my swimsuit bottom when I was at the pool. Disgusting!!
Anyhow, as a result, I have a huge bush of wild hair down there. Although my ancestry is Italian, and my hair is black (with some help from my hair dresser now), my skin is very pale. When I look in a mirror after I shave my bikini line, I can see the pinkest of pink.
I know Carlos and his black friends were enthralled when they were fucking me, and saw their black cocks slamming in and out of my very pink pussy.
Anyhow, my wild hairy bush didn't seem to bother Chris in the least.
He was right, he did have a magic tongue. Within a few minutes he had me thrashing around, and humping his face. Not only did he know how to eat pussy, he had incredible endurance. He didn't even come up for air for over an hour and then he was right back to work. Work, that he seemed to thoroughly enjoy. Me, too, by the way.
After another hour, I pushed his head away. I needed a rest. I must have had five or six orgasms. He was amazing. I almost had another when he stood up. There was a wet spot on his pants. From my experience with him at Carlos' I knew it didn't take much to make him cum, but I chose to believe that eating my pussy turned him on so much he couldn't control himself.
I almost had another orgasm thinking that my old pussy could still turn a man on like that. I found an old pair of sweat pants that I used when I worked out on the treadmill and gave them to him. I put his pants and underwear in the washer.
I made breakfast for us and then Chris led me back into my bedroom and began to eat my pussy again. He didn't quit for another few hours. My clit became so sensitive that all he had to do was flick his tongue across it and I was yelling and screaming, bouncing up and down on the bed; fucking his face.
When I'd had enough (I think he could have kept going), I rested for a few minutes and then told him it was time to leave. I just couldn't take anymore. He wrote his phone number on a piece of paper. "Val, any time you want your pussy eaten, just call me. You have the most delicious pussy I've ever tasted."
Again, just imagine having a thirty year old man, who all he wants to do is eat my old pussy.
It ended with Carlos because he was stupid. It was only days after Chris had come by that first time. Carlos and I had just finished a long session of one-on-one that included some great fucking, and I must say delicious cock sucking and wonderful pussy eating.
Carlos came up behind me, put his around me as I was getting dressed, and massaged my tits. He handed me a wad of bills. "Val, over the last few months, we made over $5000. Here's your half."
I went off the wall. I don't even remember exactly what I said, but I told him that I was not some kind of cheap whore. I was yelling and screaming at him. I took two pictures off his dresser and threw them at him. I probably even called him a fucking, stupid n-word. I couldn't believe that he would do this to me. I stormed out.
I never saw him again. For days I was furious. I was pissed at him, and pissed at myself for being so naïve. How could he do this to me?
A week later, I was doing some cleaning and came across the slip of paper with Chris' phone number on it. I called him. Nothing would make me feel better about the whole thing, but having my pussy eaten might help.
For the next two months Chris came by every few days. He was remarkable. He never asked for anything except to go down on me. And at least once each time he would come in his pants, now that was a real turn on!!!
At first he was embarrassed, but I insisted that he stand up so I could see his soiled pants. When he saw how thrilled I was, he got over it. While he was eating me, I'd hear him moan. "Did you just come? Let me see." You can imagine how excited that got me.
Chris told me that after I saw that he had come in his pants, he thought my pussy juices were tastier. If he wanted to believe that, so be it. He dove back in for more.
I bought him two pair of pants and some underwear, so he'd have something clean to go home in.
Chris would eat my pussy for hours on end. While he was eating me, he'd tell me how beautiful my pussy was, how delicious I tasted, and best of all he thanked me for allowing him the pleasure of eating me. No, really, he thanked ME!!!
I had orgasm after orgasm. I never got tired of his tongue, and he never got tired, PERIOD!!!
TO BE CONTINUED
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