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For a few minutes, I used my fingers and thumbs to play with my nipples. "Hmmmmm, Wanda, they're lovely." She started taking pictures with my fingers still playing.

I thought that was very erotic. Click, click, click.

"I guess you want me to take off my jeans, now."

"I think I got everything I need of your beautiful breasts and nipples. Now, let's see that lovely vagina."

I took off my jeans and stood there in just my panties. Professor Marston got on her knees and clicked away at my prominent pubic bulge. Thankfully, I did a little grooming in the shower this morning. However, I was certain my thick brown bush, was visible through the thin fabric of my white panties. How embarrassing. Why did I ever wear white? What was I thinking?

I know, I know, Professor Marston saw a lot more yesterday.

"Just like the other day, I want to tease my patrons, show just a hint of pubic hair."

"Oh yeah, they'll be drooling for more. Show them more, Wanda, show them more."

Slowly, I pulled my panties lower and lower and Professor Marston took lots of pictures. "I see a collage of photos, showing more and more."

"Now, Wanda, let's show them what they really want to see."

I knew what she meant. I took off my panties, got on her bed and spread my legs. "My, oh my, the photos I took the other day didn't do your beautiful vagina justice." Professor Marston took pictures. At one point I felt the camera against my upper thigh; that's how close she was.

"Wanda, remember I asked you to use your fingers to open your labia."

I nodded and followed her directions. The other day I wasn't excited about all of this. I just went through the motions. Not today, my pussy was wet. Me, the Peeping Tom wasn't just a voyeur, I was an exhibitionist. ‘Look at my beautiful pussy, Professor,' I said in my head.

"Lovely, just lovely, Wanda." Click, click, click. "I think I have all I need, thank you."

She got up. I didn't. I stayed on the bed, legs spread, my fingers still had my labia open. At first, she didn't notice; she started to break down one of the tripods.

Finally, she looked over. "What is it, Wanda?"

I had tears in my eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked again.

"Professor is there something wrong with me?"

"Why do you ask?" She was sitting on the edge of the bed now.

"Ummmm, I saw you when you did the shoot with Marcy. You were so good to her."

"And she was so good to me, but Wanda, I thought Marcy would be susceptible to my advances, but you , , ."

I blurted it out. "You know what I like, but because of that I haven't been touched since high school. I thought for sure when I was naked the other day, you'd do to me what you did to Marcy, and then when you didn't . . ."

Seventy-year-old Professor Marston leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. "Wanda, you're beautiful. Of course, I'd like to make love to you."

"Please, Professor."

"My name is Marlena, but my friends call me Lena. Tell Lena you'd like her to make love to you."

I looked her in the eyes, "Lena, make love to me. Make me squeal with joy." That's what I called it when I masturbated while spying and I had an orgasm: squealing with joy.

She started on my breasts. "Lena, maybe when you're photographing me, I have breasts, but in bed, I have titties."

"Beautiful titties. I want to feel those big hard nipples in my mouth."

"Maybe like this." I got on all fours. Lena slid underneath me and had a nipple in her mouth in no time. I used one hand to play with my other nipple.

"Wanda, they're perfect. So perfect to suck." She sucked one; then the other. I was certain that those nipples were longer than an inch. Lena knew how to use her mouth, lips and tongue on them.

"Hmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," I sighed. Lena stayed underneath me, playing with my titties with her hands, lips, tongue and mouth for the longest time.

"Wanda, I could suck them all night, they're magnificent, but I know you want more. Tell me what you want."

"Lena, the way you did Marcy's pussy . . ."

She laughed, "Ah, yes, I do remember. And you want me to do your vagina like that."

"Please, Lena, I'd be so grateful. And Lena, in bed I have a pussy not a vagina." I rolled on my back. I didn't think about what I said. I mean, I told her I'd be so grateful. You know where this is going, at the moment, I didn't.

The old woman knelt between my legs, opened my labia. "Wanda, I wasn't just saying it when I said you have the most beautiful vagina, I mean pussy. It's glistening."

"It's what you did to my titties that makes me so wet."

"Do you want me to suck your titties again?" She ran a finger up and down my slick slit.

"No, no, Lena, I'd like you to eat my pussy. Make me squeal."

For the next hour I was in heaven; squealing with joy. Lena's tongue was magic. Did I squeal? Oh, yeah, too many times to count. I begged her to stop, I begged her to never stop.

Remember, this was a first for me. High school Nick, doesn't count with his inept hands and fingers.

"Wanda, you said you'd be grateful," she said when she tried to catch her breath. "How grateful do you want to be?"

This time, I knew exactly what I was saying, "Lena, anything, Do you want me to make you feel like you made me feel?"

"Do you want to make me feel like you feel?"

"Yes, oh, yes. I don't know what your pussy tastes like, but I want to taste it. I want to make you squeal with joy."

"Do you know how?"

"I suppose if I practice long enough, I'll please you. Let me please your pussy, Lena."

You know I'm a straight girl, right?

I'd never really had sex before as you know. So, it's fair to say that after what Lena did to me, and the next few hours, were the greatest of my life.

It didn't take long to decide that pussy tasted great and that nothing could taste better than Lena's seventy-year-old pussy. I just licked it; up and down her slit and then tried to fuck her hole.

Lena let me lick and lick until, ‘here, baby, Lena's clitoris is right there." When I masturbated, I thought my orgasms were something special. Earlier, when Lena did my clitoris, I was off the wall when I came, but I never imagined that a woman would react the way Lena did when I did her clitoris.

She didn't have that type of reaction when Marcy did her. It was me; it was my tongue. I told her, "You have the sweetest pussy. Thank you for letting me taste it."

"You were very good to me, Wanda. Did you have enough?"

"No, no, please, let me do you again. Your pussy is so good to eat."

"Make sure you find my clitoris."

I did and Lena's orgasms were so intense I thought I might have cum, too.

Then she introduced me to the greatest sex ever. She didn't call it 69ing, but that's what we did. We spent the night like that. More than once, we came at the same time. Her juices flowed so much, if she was younger, I'd say she was having one of her heaviest days of her period. It wasn't blood, it was her delicious pussy juices. I made sure to lick them all up; except she kept leaking and leaking.

As for me, I didn't think I could cum so much. Like I said, Lena had a magical tongue. She liked getting underneath me and playing with my titties. She liked getting underneath me with my pussy in her face. Just liked I watched Mrs. Framington do to Mayor Grayson back home.

I liked it when Professor Marston straddled my face and rubbed her pussy all over it.

While she was on top of me, "Wanda, now that you have a taste for pussy, you need to try Marcy. She tastes unbelievably good, and I assure you she has a tongue that will light your pussy on fire."

That's how Marcy and I ended up together. I was so pleased to be with someone my age. Not that I didn't enjoy Lena's pussy, it was just so much better with someone my own age. Marcy and I often met in our dorm rooms, even if our roommates were away for a few hours. Weekends when one of those roommates were away were marvelous.

Remember, I'm straight and our first weekend together, Marcy admitted that she was straight. "But Wanda, you have the most delicious pussy, and I love to play with those magnificent titties."

Lena and I still 69'd on occasion. One morning, "Wanda, be honest with me, you're a virgin, aren't you?"

I laughed, "technically yes. I've had a tongue in my pussy but never a cock."

"Do you want to be a virgin?"

"Lena, I was enjoying you know . . ."

"Spying on people having intercourse and watching naked men shower." Old habits are hard to break; Professor Marston used the formal word for fucking.

Not me. "Not just fucking, but sucking and eating, too."

"You didn't answer the question," Lena said, as a finger played with my slit.

"I haven't found the right man."

Lena slid down the bed. "You haven't been looking in the right places. While you think about where you might find the right man, I'm going to remind myself of how delicious your pussy is."

Seventy-year-old Lena spent the morning eating. My pussy was on fire. I writhed, undulated and humped her face, I was exhausted before she was. She let me sleep.

It was early afternoon before I woke up. I had the biggest smile on my face. Lena brought me a cup of coffee. "You probably want a shower, too. I'll be in my studio when you're done." She was wearing an old, ratty robe; her saggy tits almost exposed.

Later, in her studio, "Wanda, I think I have the perfect man for you."

TO BE CONTINUED

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