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After a while, I reached back, and his cock was hard. "So, playing with my titties does make you hard."

"Oh yeah," as he sucked a nipple.

You might remember that one of my favorite fantasies, was thinking about Mayor Grayson's wife on her knees sucking Police Chief Williams' big black cock while on the motel bed.

It wasn't hard to convince Farley. His cock was every bit as big and younger. I'd become a very good cocksucker with Edgar's guidance. I think Farley was amazed when I slowly took all of that humongous black meat down my throat.

Edgar was good about not cumming so I could suck and suck. Farley was just as cooperative. A great night of 69ing, fucking and now I was on my knees just like Mrs. Grayson while Farley leaned back against the headboard, just like Chief Williams.

When Farley came, he was so much yummier than Edgar. "You have the most fantastic cock. I'm going to want it again. Perhaps, in the morning?" It was question.

"I don't have anywhere to go."

"You can go between my legs," I laughed, still on my knees. "Give me a minute." I got out of bed, called Edgar. "I'm going to use room 27 all night."

"Lucky girl. Just don't forget me."

I started to get back in bed. "Wanda, stand there for just a minute." You wouldn't think so after what Farley and I'd been doing, but I was a little self-conscious. I mean he was staring at my 36DD's and my bush. "You're beautiful, you know."

Not one man had ever told me that except for Edgar, and he was old. Farley was my age. I crawled into bed and snuggled in his arms. "Thank you, that's the nice thing anyone's every said to me. I'm looking forward to making love to you in the morning."

"And I'm thinking of eating your sweet, delicious pussy in the morning."

If it was Christmas, you might say I fell asleep with sugarplums dancing in my head.

As you know it wasn't just Farley and I who were subjects for Professor Marston's Black and White in Black in White Show.

As I said, Haley was less than thrilled when Lena suggested that she do a photoshoot with young, black Arty. Haley was in her fifties and grew up in Alabama. It just wasn't done. Lena spent a night making love to Haley's pussy which convinced her to do the shoot. Lena assured her no one would see her face.

As much as she loved having Edgar's cock in her mouth, while doing the shoot, she was curious about Arty's cock which rivaled Edgar's in length if not in girth. When he suggested that he'd like to know her without Professor Marston's cameras clicking, she did something she never thought she'd do, invited Arty to her home.

He didn't leave for three days, missing class but getting lots of pussy and those massive tits.

As for Haley; she finally got fucked. Not that there wasn't any cock sucking or pussy eating involved.

When Haley was with Edgar, she was always on her knees. There was always the promise of getting fucked, but it never happened; she just gave Edgar blowjobs. She wasn't complaining, but now Arty was on top of her and his long cock was probing deep inside her pussy. It had been ages.

Arty had fucked a few college girls: white and black. None of them fucked like Haley. Yes, she was old, with flabby, saggy tits and a big ass but once that ass started bouncing, it never quit. "Cum for me, baby. Fill Haley's pussy with your cum." Arty didn't, at least not right away. He just banged the shit out of her old pussy.

When he finally finished, "My God, Arty I've never been fucked like that. I want more when you're ready." Almost immediately, she went down on him. She knew it would be awhile but was willing to do anything to get fucked again.

She liked it when Arty was on top; she liked it when she was a top with those humongous tits in his face; she liked it when he fucked her like a dog. She liked it when Arty's tongue was in her pussy. She loved it when his cock was in her mouth.

One time Marcy saw Haley pick up Arty on campus. She was curious. What would it be like to eat blonde pussy? She convinced Arty to introduce her. I didn't have the heart to tell her that Haley Cominski wasn't a blonde.

Marcy didn't know that Haley and I had done each other a number of times. I just nodded when she said, "Wanda, that big old pussy was sweeter than I imagined," she mumbled as we 69'd. "I can see what Arty sees in her, and her tongue is marvelous. Not like yours but still."

For the next three months, Arty and Haley fucked every chance they could. Inevitably, twenty-year-old Arty got tired of her, but from then on, he always tried to fuck women similar to Haley's age.

He used his tongue to convince Professor Marston, to introduce him to older female members of the faculty and to use him as a model for those photography classes she held for the townspeople, most of whom, as you recall were middle-age women like Haley.

Those women swooned when he disrobed, but many considered that big black cock forbidden fruit. There were some, however, who were willing to cross the line.

One such woman was MaryBeth MacBeth. She was in her fifties. After the class was over, she came up to Arty and whispered, "Young man, I know this is unusual but at my age, I can't wait around for some handsome young man to invite me to his bed." She handed him a slip of paper with her name and address on it.

Tall and thin but her surgically enhanced breasts looked enticing beneath her tight sweater.

Arty called her, and although she'd never been with a black man before, it was only a few hours before she developed an insatiable craving for the taste of black cock.

During her college days, she found the joy of cock sucking, By the time she graduated she had a reputation as an unsurpassed expert in the art of fellatio. Her four husbands, each of whom she dumped, would attest that was her preferred sexual position. Not that they complained, but it wasn't until Arty came along that she found a cock worthy of her incredible talent.

As had become common among Lena's subjects, models and students, Marcy and I became familiar with MaryBeth MacBeth's pussy and her tongue. Like us, MaryBeth made sure we understood, "I'm straight, you know," she said as she went down on me again.

Once Marcy or I left MaryBeth MacBeth's bed, she'd didn't hesitate to call Arty. We had her pussy in such a state that she was ready to fuck him in her driveway.

As I said, she'd never been with a black man before. Nor had she been with a black woman until Marcy. "Wanda, that woman can't stop eating my pussy," Marcy smiled. "I want to trade places, but she won't let me."

"Are you complaining?"

"No, but you know when I'm getting eaten, I want to reciprocate."

"Well, here ya' go." I couldn't get out of my jeans and panties fast enough. And Wanda couldn't get on her knees fast enough.

As for the Black and White photo shoot, Marcy was less than thrilled to be partnered with Edgar. Things changed when he whispered in her ear, "Wanda told me there's nothing sweeter than the taste of your black pussy."

She'd been the recipient of numerous women's tongue, including mine, but she wasn't a Lesbian. What would it be like to have a man do her pussy, perhaps fuck her? Even though he was old, that was one big cock he was carrying around. Her mouth, like her pussy was virgin, unless you count getting eaten.

Within a few hours, Edgar had her at his home, on her back with her leg spread. "Lena's camera can't capture the beauty of your pussy, Marcy," he told her, looking at her wide-open pussy. "I'll bet it tastes even better than it looks."

His tongue performed magic tricks on her clitoris and brought her to places even MaryBeth, Lena and I hadn't reached. Her pussy was telling her brain, it's time to lose my virginity. Marcy expressed that through her mouth. "Fuck me, Edgar, fuck me. I want your cock. Please."

Lena had given him my virginity and now Marcy's. You can only take a girl's virginity once although Edgar considered taking a girl's mouth's virginity another opportunity.

"Marcy, you have the tastiest pussy. I'd love you to do me the same way."

Like her pussy, Marcy also had a virgin mouth, if you don't count eating pussy. After the way Edgar ate her and made her cum and cum, there was no hesitation.

Over the years, Lena had sent numerous women to him; many of them virgins. He'd become very good at guiding them to suck his cock. Marcy was no exception. Of course, she couldn't take it all, nor did he expect it. What he liked was the expression on women's faces when they first saw that majestic hard cock. Of course, he loved watching women take his big cock in and out of their mouths.

Women like Haley Cominski who were experienced and girls like Marcy. They all went crazy on his long, fat piece of manhood.

He loved it when he fucked them. He loved fucking those middle-aged women like Haley and he liked fucking virgins like me and now Marcy. "Marcy, you have the tastiest pussy, and I'd let you keep it in your mouth all night, but you know what I want."

"You want to fuck me. Edgar, I want it too, but I want you to eat me, just for a few minutes."

This had happened with virgins before. They wanted one more orgasm with his tongue. ‘Like that, Edgar, oooooh, ooooooh, you're making me cum again," Marcy squealed fifteen minutes later. "Fuck me, Edgar, please fuck me. Give me your cock."

Of course, like me, once Edgar took Marcy's virginity, all she wanted to do was fuck. By Sunday afternoon, her pussy couldn't get enough of Edgar's big cock, and she gave it a great ride then another and another.

For the next few months, Marcy took the college bus to a stop near Edgar's home; "My pussy's missed your cock."

"And my tongue?"

Yes, she liked the way he ate her. Marcy would get undressed; Edgar would eat her delicious pussy until she begged him to fuck her. Between his tongue and his cock, Marcy came and came. When he finished, she gave him a few minutes. Then she'd go down on him, trying to coax another erection out of him. Sometimes it worked; at his age, sometimes it didn't. That didn't deter Marcy from sucking it.

After Edgar spent a weekend fucking it; Marcy's pussy was sore. She was so obvious. "Wanda, Edgar just couldn't stop fucking me. I can barely sit down." Then she'd get undressed and smiled. My tongue massage soothed her pain.

We were straight girls, but we agreed we never had better orgasms than when we were doing each other.

There were more surprises from Professor Marston.

TO BE CONTINUED

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