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Oh, she went down on him; her talented mouth got him hard. She took it all the way down her throat and then took it out. "Edgar, didn't you come here to thank me for introducing you to Margie Jensen?'

They changed places. "That's a good boy. You know what Lena likes and Lena knows how much you like the taste of her vagina."

On one of those occasions, Edgar suggested that Lena do a show called the Male Form. Of course, Edgar, the exhibitionist, wanted his cock to be the star of the show.

When Lena shot him, she let me know and even though I'd seen Edgar's cock up close and personal any number of times, I still hid in the maid's station and watched. Lena knew; Edgar didn't.

I say I had an up close and personal view of his cock, I mean, as you know, it had been in my mouth numerous times. It was still a turn on to spy on him.

Lena started by taking photos of Edgar wearing the skimpiest of male thongs. When the show was presented, the first thing you saw when you walked into the gallery was a gigantic picture of that bulging thong. It hinted of things to come.

Following that, there were pictures of Edgar's cock at rest from various angles.

The patrons were directed to a second room and that was the piece de resistance. Every wall screamed erect penis. Edgar's erect penis. Angles, lighting, in shadow. Sepia. Lena even broke her own rule: she filmed some in color.

Like all her showings, the subject's face was never visible. Lena's skill was such that no one could tell that it was just one penis. There were ‘ooohs' and ‘aaahs' Comments like "magnificent," or "my mouth is watering" or "your mouth may be watering, but my pussy's watering" or "I'd like some of that."

Wandering through that second room was a short, balding, middle-aged, round, mousy looking man wearing sunglasses, a hat pulled down, covering much of his face and a long coat. He listened intently to these comments and conversations. The long coat hid his raging hard on.

When the show ended for the evening, he hurried to Lena's house where he thanked her in the best way he knew-with his tongue. "Edgar, those women loved your cock. Right now, many of them are home in bed, masturbating, thinking of your glorious cock."

He nodded while he ate. "I escorted Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford through a private viewing of the show, "Lena continued. "Edgar, I think she had an orgasm when she saw those color pictures of your gorgeous, erect penis. You know her, she's the leading lady of the city's high society. She thinks she's all high and mighty."

Edgar was listening, but he was fully engaged with Lena's old pussy.

"She's not all that attractive, but Edgar, she'd look much better if she had your splendid cock in her mouth. And Edgar, she confessed to me in full confidence that she wouldn't mind meeting the owner of that cock, quietly, of course.

The rendezvous was held in an upscale, discreet hotel twenty-five miles from the city. Edgar checked in, called Mrs. Edna Smedley-Wrightford who shortly thereafter knocked on Edgar's hotel room door incognito. She was dismayed to be face-to-face with a short, balding, middle-aged, round, mousy looking man wearing only a robe. Just like I had when my mouth lost its' virginity.

It was only when he opened the robe, revealing an erect penis that she was certain was the one she'd seen at Lena's show. It was magnificent and that's what she said as she got on her knees, still in the foyer.

Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford proved to be a glutton for Edgar's cock. Specifically, her mouth, which proved to be very talented. When Edgar suggested that he'd like to fuck her, she begged him to allow her to suck for just a few minutes more. That few minutes turned into a few hours.

It was morning before Edgar fucked her; fucked her like a dog. Mrs. Smedley-Whiteford insisted that they reserve the room for another night. ‘Edgar, please, I need to suck it some more."

"Edna, it's all yours."

"Thank you, Edgar. I'm anxious to get back on my knees. I've never enjoyed a cock so much. Let me enjoy it all night."

One of Edgar's endearing traits was that he was so accommodating.

Two weeks later, Lena called Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford. "Edgar told me the two of you had a wonderful time together. I'm so happy for you."

Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford was not happy at all. Not happy that Edgar had told anyone; after all, she was happily married. "Professor Marston, we need to talk."

"Why don't you stop by my studio at the motel tomorrow afternoon?"

Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford was almost in tears when she arrived at Lena's studio. "Mr. Johnstone was marvelous, but if he told you, how many other people did he tell?"

"I doubt he's told anyone else, but I may be able to persuade him to keep his mouth shut."

"I'd do anything to make sure word doesn't get out. I'd be ruined. My husband will divorce me and I might have to move. Lena, I'd do anything," she repeated.

Professor Marston had sprung another trap on the unsuspecting queen of local society. Her cameras, on tripods were set-up to remotely capture what happened next.

Within the hour, Lena was on her back, naked with Mrs. Edna Smedley-Wrightford with her face in her old grey bush. For the first time, Mrs. Smedly-Wrightford tasted pussy.

"Edgar told me that you have a marvelous mouth. Apparently, it's not just for Edgar's penis. Lick my vagina, Edna. Lots of men and women have told me I have a very tasty vagina. Keep tasting me; you're doing fine for your first time."

Edna didn't make Lena cum, but that wasn't the point. In fact, Lena had plans for this stuck-up woman.

An hour later, Lena pulled Edna by the hair. "You seemed to like my vagina, but according to Edgar you were enthralled with his huge penis."

Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford blushed. "Ummmm, it was so big. Professor Marston, I never thought I'd be like that."

"Take a look at these. I took some photos of us together, Which do you find the most erotic?"

There was Edna's tongue at the entrance of Lena's vagina; her face clearly visible. "Lena, these can't see the light of day."

"Of course not. They're for my very private collection. Come back next Tuesday and perhaps we can discuss how these photos might not even make it to my private collection."

Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford knew what she meant. She had not particularly enjoyed eating Lena's pussy. On the other hand, Edgar's cock was another story. "Perhaps, if I entertained Mr. Johnstone's big cock, you might consider destroying these?"

Lena laughed. "So, you like big cock?"

Edna blushed again. "Until Edgar came along, I'd never experienced anything like it."

When Edna Smedley-Wrightford knocked on Professor Marston's motel studio door the following Tuesday, "come in, it's open."

She was shocked. Lena was shooting a student. "Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"No, no, you're not interrupting. Take a seat. Phil and I are almost finished. "Sideways now, Phil. The camera loves your penis."

What wasn't to love? Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford had never seen anything like it. Like Edgar's, Phil's penis was long and thick, but this wasn't a short, balding, middle-aged, round, mousy looking man. This was a young, handsome black man and that penis could not have stood up any straighter. It was like a tuning fork.

Before she realized it, her panties were soaked. "Phil, hold it like you're masturbating. Wait, I have a better idea. Edna, do me a favor, stand next to Phil, and hold his penis in your hand."

She had come here expecting to eat Lena's old pussy. She had little interest in it but if it meant those photos were destroyed and if Professor Marston could convince Edgar Johnstone to keep quiet, it would be worth it.

However, now she found herself holding a gorgeous, black as night cock in her hand. Her hand barely fit around it. Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford was enthralled, as Lena's cameras went click-click-click. "Hold that position; don't move."

Edna didn't move, but she couldn't keep her eyes off that majestic cock. "Damn it," Lena said, "I have a camera I want to use; it's in my car. I'll be right back. Make yourselves comfortable."

Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford did. Kind of. She comfortably slid her hand up and down that long shaft; exploring it. "It's Phil, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well Phil, I must tell you, this is one gorgeous cock."

She was stunned by his reply. "Ma'am your hand feels good, but I'll bet your mouth would feel even better."

While sitting watching Professor Marston shoot Phil's big cock, her panties were damp; holding it, she was salivating. When young Phil took her shoulders and pushed her to her knees, she didn't object.

Once on her knees, she couldn't get her lips around Phil's magnificent cock fast enough. It took her only a few minutes to start bobbing on and down on it. Phil looked down and smiled. It may have been her first black cock but it wasn't his first middle-aged white woman. Like the others, she was a glutton.

That's how Professor Marston convinced him to pose for her. Haley Cominski's mouth was very familiar with Phil's majestic cock. She wasn't alone.

Phil wasn't the only one smiling. When Professor Marston came back, she smiled as she opened the door and saw Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford on her knees. Edna barely acknowledged her presence. Nor did she stop when Lena started shooting.

Over the next month, Edna begged Lena to arrange a rendezvous with Phil. The sole purpose was to suck that big cock. Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford could not get enough of it. Frankly, she was disappointed when he insisted on fucking her. That is until he actually fucked her.

She was a virgin on her wedding night; of course, she was. So was her husband. Until she met Edgar in that discreet hotel, she thought she had a satisfying sex life. Compared to Edgar, her husband's cock was almost non-existent. On their honeymoon they experimented with oral sex. She didn't particularly care for being the giver or receiver but considered it her wifely duty to make her mouth and pussy available to her husband when he was in the mood.

Until Edgar, she was never in the mood. Once she met Phil, she was always in the mood. The fucking was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her husband, not once in thirty-five years of marriage fucked her like Phil did. Edgar had fucked her good, but he was relatively an old man.

Phil pounded her pussy; holding her by the ankles and watching his cock go in and out. Phil soon realized that Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford would do anything for his cock. "Tell me you love fucking my cock but you want me to take it out of your pussy so you can put it in your mouth."

She did. Her mouth wanted it all the time.

Their "meetings" always took place in Lena's motel studio. Surreptitiously Professor Marston filmed almost every encounter.

TO BE CONTINUED

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