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One day, six months after our return from Europe, I was sitting in a coffee shop in Manhattan when this old man comes up to me. "Excuse me, didn't I sit next to you on a flight from Paris?"

Yes, it was Tony Garguilo. "Of course, ummm Tony, right." I tried to picture his business card which I'd thrown in a drawer at home.

"Right, Tony Garguilo."

Just like on the flight, he'd ask me a question and I'd go on and on. I missed an appointment; our conversation was that engaging. Finally, "Candy, I have to go, but I stop in here every Friday morning."

The week went by and with a million things to do and an overnight date Saturday night, I barely gave Tony a thought. In fact, my overnight date was great.

Who am I kidding? Lopez fixed me up with him. "Candy, he has a huge cock." She was right, but it was over before it was all the way in. He didn't eat pussy all that well and the morning fuck was no better.

The week went by and it wasn't until I was putting on my make-up Friday morning that I thought of Tony Garguilo. I had an appointment later this morning in The Bronx and planned on taking the train. I could stop for coffee in Manhattan.

Tony didn't arrive until I was almost finished. "My apologies. Let me make it up to you. Dinner tonight?"

Did he just ask me for a date? I looked at him again. He was short, perhaps, 5'3" tall. Remember, I'm 5'10" and as always was wearing heels. He wasn't particularly good looking, especially after those gorgeous French and Italian men, and wasn't particularly well-dressed. Frankly, he was dressed kind of like my grandfather: baggy slacks; shirt open enough to see enough of his hairy chest. His white, hairy chest and one of those cardigan sweaters that button; except he had only a few buttons buttoned and they weren't buttoned correctly. No, I'd never in a million years date someone that looked like Tony Garguilo.

"Sure." I mean it was just dinner. It wasn't a real date; besides I didn't have plans for tonight.

"Give me your phone number and address and I'll send a car for you."

On the train to my appointment in The Bronx, it dawned on me. Do I have a date with my grandfather? What did I do? How can I get out of it?

I got back to Brooklyn in mid-afternoon; enough time for a long, hot bath and to get ready. I looked all over for Tony's business card; intent on calling him to cancel but couldn't find it anywhere.

I didn't think he was thinking that this would be anything more than dinner. I didn't. I dressed accordingly: almost conservative business attire. My dress was an inch or two longer than I'd wear on a date. Yes, I wore a dress, which zipped up the back, with a stylish sash at my waist. For me, and for any woman my age, it screamed conservative.

However, there was no hiding my long legs. I haven't mentioned by boobs. They're not beautiful like Lopez's. They're big enough, 36C, but I didn't think they were my best asset. For work, I always wore over-sized blazers to hide them with a blouse underneath showing exactly zero cleavage.

On a real date, I'd show a lot of cleavage; letting my date know that if things went well, they were his. In college, I went out with this one guy, monogamously for six months and he was the beneficiary of numerous titty fucks. I wasn't even thinking of that tonight.

It was just dinner, right? In fact, like a lot of old people, Tony arranged an early dinner-7PM. Usually, I was still in the shower at 7 PM. The phone rang at 6:15, his car was downstairs. I told Lopez I'd see her well before midnight.

I was surprised and pleased: the car Tony sent was a Rolls-Royce. The cynic in me reminded me that in New York if you had enough money, you could hire any kind of car you wanted.

"Ma'am, Mr. Tony has me taking you to a Manhattan club. With traffic we should get there in about half hour."

I sat back and enjoyed the luxury.

The dinner club was a small restaurant. The maître d' escorted me to Tony's table. He was wearing a dinner jacket. Something you'd see in a movie like Casablanca. "Champagne, madam?" While we sipped our drinks, even someone my age appreciated the talented lounge singer. She sang a series of ballads from the ‘40's and ‘50's.

"I took the liberty of ordering for you. The filet mignon here is the best in the City. I hope you're not a vegetarian."

"No, thank you that was very thoughtful of you." This was right out of the fifties. From what I'd read, back then men ordered for women, and even if the woman had a menu there were no prices on it.

I'm a 21st century woman. This was all foreign to me, but I found the whole thing very romantic. While we waited to be served, the singer took a break, but the band continued and couples danced, cheek-to-cheek.

To my surprise, "Candy, would you like to dance?"

For a moment I just sat there. I was trying to picture Tony and I on the dance floor. It just didn't compute; even if I took off my heels which seemed to be a no-no here, I'd still tower over him. There'd be no cheek-to-cheek. More likely his face would be between my titties.

It didn't work out that way. Once on the dance floor, Tony took me in his arms and I melted. He was a fabulous dancer; I didn't even notice the height difference; he was that smooth. No one else seem to notice either.

We stayed on the dance floor for a second number. That's when I noticed it. ‘It' was rubbing against my leg. I didn't think it was intentional, but I felt it. Of course, I knew what it was. I couldn't believe it.

Tony seemed oblivious and when the band finished, he escorted me to our table and held my chair for me. You may think it was all kind of hokey but like I said, I found it very romantic. I mean guys my age didn't do stuff like that; not even the European guys. Usually, I'd meet a guy in a bar, we'd have a drink, we'd chat over the sound of the DJ, and then "Want to go back to my dorm and hang out." That really meant, my roommate's not around, let's go fuck."

Not that I was opposed to that, but Tony was sweeping me off my feet. As he said, the food was fabulous; rivalling any of the meals I'd had in Rome and Paris.

We danced again after dinner. "Candy, I live up in Westchester, but I keep a suite here at the Tri-State. How about a nightcap?"

I'm not naïve. I know what a guy meant when he said, ‘let's go back to my dorm and hang out,' and I know what Tony meant. Here's the thing: this was one of the most romantic evenings I'd ever spent. It was only 10 PM. Some nights Lopez and I were just on our way out the door.

What wasn't on my mind, at least I'm telling myself that now, looking back, was that thing rubbing against my leg. When we danced after dinner, I felt it again. Besides, I knew I wasn't going to end up in bed with him but I wasn't ready for the night to end.

The Tri-State Hotel was the fanciest hotel in the City. It was a five-star hotel, recognized internationally. Whether it was big-wig politicians, sports stars or famous actors and actresses, everyone who was anyone stayed at the Tri-State.

When we left, Tony's Rolls was right out front. I'd been to the Tri-State for dinner but never in one of the rooms or suites. At the front desk, "will you please have a bottle of my preferred champagne sent up?"

"Yes, Mr. Garguilo."

I looked around the suite while Tony opened the champagne. It was magnificent. As I said, my parents had money; still I was impressed.

He handed me a flute of champagne and we drank as I continued to look around. The lights were low. When I finished, he offered me more. "No, thank you."

There was music coming from somewhere. It was the same genre of music as at the dinner club. Tony took me in his arms and we danced just as before. I didn't think I did it intentionally, but I pushed his head against my boobs; those 36Cs. Like before, I felt something against my leg.

"Candy, they're fabulous."

I knew what he meant. I was thankful that a man, not some college boy thought they were fabulous. For a moment, I held his head there. Then it happened; not Tony, me. "let me do this."

I unbuttoned two buttons on my dress; now showing lots of cleavage. The buttons were more for fashion and decoration than utility.

I said I wore almost business attire. That doesn't mean I wasn't wearing sexy underwear. I always did; it made me feel good. Tonight, I wore a black demi-bra with a matching thong. Yes, there was a lot of cleavage to show.

We continued to dance and this time, I intentionally pushed Tony's head into my cleavage; I was gentle and subtle but he knew that I'd done it on purpose. "Candy, they look beautiful. Would you be offended . . ."

His hands found the zipper at the back of my dress. "Ummmm, Tony, this is a little too fast for me. Let's dance."

You know I was lying. More than once, in a dark bar, I'd unzipped a guy's pants while we were sitting in a booth. He didn't get a hand job, but for me to say Tony was going too fast is laughable.

We danced, but not ten minutes later his hand went to the zipper on the back of my dress again. This time he didn't say anything and neither did I. Soon my dress was unzipped to the waist; held up only by my shoulders.

"Candy, I don't want to rush things. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but I'd feel better if the lights were lower and you weren't so dressed."

He broke our embrace, lowered the lights and took off his tie and dinner jacket. Then he was back in my arms. I was holding up my dress. "Better?"

"Much." The music was soft; he was such a good dancer; I felt as if I was floating. When he kissed me on the mouth, I didn't resist. When he kissed me using his tongue, I didn't resist.

His hands when to my back and my bra strap. I smiled, "Tony, you're so old fashion. Lots of women my age wear bras that clasp in front," I smiled.

"Yes, well, I'm probably going too fast anyhow." He kissed me again and our tongues engaged.

Then I did something I'd done hundreds of times, but never expected to do tonight. Not when I left home, not at the dinner club, not even when I agreed to have a nightcap with him.

What did I do? I was curious about what had been rubbing against my leg when we danced at dinner and now here, I felt it. My hand went to his crotch and I really felt it. Even through his pants and underwear, it felt bigger than anything I'd ever felt.

"Ummmm, Tony let me do this." I let my dress fall to the floor. I was standing in front of him in just my bra and panties. He stepped back, "Candy, you look magnificent. If you were to leave right now, I'd consider the night a success."

"I'm not planning on leaving." Before embracing him, I unclasped my bra; it fell to the floor with my dress. My tits were in his face as we danced; not really dancing, just swaying to the music.

My hand found his zipper. By now you should know, I have some experience doing this. The difficulty was that Tony was so short, that I had to reach down, while we swayed to the music, and he kissed my breasts. "Maybe, we should stop dancing and sit on the couch," he suggested.

He led me to the couch. Once we sat down his hands and then his mouth was all over my tits. "They're the most beautiful I've ever seen." When boys told me I had beautiful boobs, I knew they were just saying that to get in my pants. Okay, okay, it worked most of the time.

Now, Tony was a man, who likely had seen lots of tits over the years. When he said I had beautiful tits, I believed him.

Then I sighed deeply, I found his cock. Against my leg while dancing, it felt big. In my hand it felt bigger than any cock I'd ever held. Just last weekend the guy Lopez fixed me up with had a big one; not this big. I think my eyes got big. Tony didn't seem to notice; he was too busy with my tits.

In fact, he pushed me on my back and his hands and mouth were mauling them. I say mauling, but my tits never felt so good. I mean mauling in the best way possible. Fondling, caressing.

I let him play for a while but I really wanted to become more familiar with that big cock and the way we were was awkward for me to stroke it. "Tony, maybe we'd be more comfortable in your bedroom." There I said it.

"Are you sure, Candy? I think you know what's likely to happen."

"I'm sure." He got off me. He was reluctant to leave my boobs. "Ummm, Tony, you can still have them when we get in bed but I think you need to get as naked as I feel," I laughed.

I only had that black thong on. In his bedroom, I got in bed while Tony took my advice and undressed; down to his boxers. Most of the high school and college guys I knew, wore briefs. First, I think they thought the bulge briefs created, made their cocks look bigger. True. Looked bigger. Not necessarily bigger.

Tony probably couldn't find briefs to fit and he didn't have to make it look bigger. I mean who makes briefs that are small in the waist and big in the pouch?

Once Tony joined me in bed, his hands and mouth went right back to my tits. Mine were inside his boxers. Damn, it was big. By now, you know me, I wanted to do more than just play with what was inside his underwear.

Tony beat me to it. His hand slid down to my thong. I'm sure it was natural, my legs opened for him. "Candy, if I'm going too fast, let me know."

"I think the too fast thing went out the window," I laughed as I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly stroked it.

I guess Tony thought that my response gave him permission to do whatever he wanted. True.

His hand slipped under my thong.

I told you about my long legs and my tits, but I haven't told you about my pussy. I have big fat pussy lips which I think are ugly, My clitoris, when engorged, gets pretty big, and when done just right, is so sensitive, I can have an orgasm by just having it breathed on.

Once I went to college, I got a wax once a month, but Lopez and I found in Europe that men liked pubic hair. They liked rubbing their faces in a bush when they ate it.

The internet was a wonderful thing. We found this out before we left the states. Two months before we departed, I had my last wax. By the time we got to Paris, my bare pussy was covered with light brown hair. Meanwhile, Lopez's bush was black and thick, like the hair on her head. She claimed that Italian and French men loved it.

One of the first things we did when we got back to New York was to get a wax. We were young American women, of course our pussies were bare.

Anyhow, Tony's fingers explored my pussy. "Let me do this." I took off my thong. "Tony, it's all yours."

"Do you mind, if I join you?" He didn't wait for my answer. His boxers came off.

When I said my pussy was all his, I was hoping he'd use his fingers to make me cum, and then it'd be time for him to introduce his big cock to my pussy.

It wasn't that I was disappoint. After what Tony had been doing to my tits, my pussy was wet. Now, his fingers found my clitoris and I was on the verge. "Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm," I sighed. It wasn't a great orgasm, but it had me ready for more.

That's when Tony surprised me. Shocked me. First, all the high school, college and young European guys didn't eat pussy. Oh, they'd try if they thought they'd get laid, but they didn't know how. I can't remember one really good pussy eater. Lopez said the same thing. We made an agreement in college. If one of us found a good pussy eater, we promised to share.

The other thing is more than one college boy after his tongue did my pussy for a whole two minutes would get on top of me and proclaim, "yes, you do taste like candy."

No, I didn't. I'd tasted my fingers after playing with pussy more than once. I didn't taste like candy; I tasted like pussy.

It wasn't that I didn't have a sense of humor; I thought they sounded stupid and I just knew that as bad a pussy eater this guy was, he'd be just as lousy a fuck. I'd never been wrong. Hurry up and finish and get lost, creep.

After I came, Tony started kissing my stomach. I giggled when he tongued my belly button. At the same time, I was concerned. Like I said if guys my age didn't eat pussy, what made me think that an old guy would.

Oh, Tony knew how. Oh yeah. The next hour was the best week of my life. He didn't eat my pussy; he made love to it.

I can't even tell you how many times I came. I can't tell you how many times I begged him to fuck me. I can't tell you how many times I begged him to let me suck his cock.

I should tell you about blowjobs. I gave my first one in high school and from then on if a guy treated me right, I'd go down on him. If a guy fucked me good; I'd blow him.

I did a lot of cock sucking in Europe. It wasn't that those guys knew what they were doing, it was just that I was on a fucking vacation, and when I had my period and couldn't fuck; I could still suck.

On the other hand, if a guy was a lousy fuck-NOPE!!! No chance.

Tony just ate and ate. My orgasms came one after the other. Finally, "Tony, you're amazing, but I need to rest." He crawled up and snuggled against my tits; of course, he did. His face was wet between my breasts. I just smiled. It was grand.

"Candy, when I'm in bed with a woman, I have a dirty mouth, "I hope I don't offend you when I tell you that you have the sweetest pussy?"

"Offended? Tony, you can tell me again and again. My pussy was on fire from your tongue. I'm still high." Besides European guys didn't know all the English words for vagina. A number of times, I heard, "Candy, I love fucking your cunt." Lopez told me the same thing. Pussy was mild.

It was only later that what Tony meant was that he'd never eaten a hairless one. Of course, he hadn't if he dated women his age. I doubted we'd see each other again, but if we did and he'd prefer a hairy pussy, after the way he ate me, I'd let it grow down to my knees.

It took me a while to come down from the multi-orgasmic high. When I did, I wanted his cock. I was so ready to fuck; my pussy was so ready to fuck.

Like I said, I gladly blew guys that treated me well. No one, and I mean no one ever treated me better than Tony treated my pussy. "Tony, let me, please." I started to go down on him.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure that I want to try." I threw the blankets off. My eyes had adjusted to the low light and now I saw it.

Damn, that's a big cock, I thought. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it. I may have sucked a lot of cocks but none like this. It was standing at attention; of course, it was after Tony'd spent all that time eating me.

For the next hour, I just licked; no sucking, just licking from his balls up his long, fat shaft to his circumcised head. I told Tony, it was the most magnificent cock I'd ever seen. I told him how beautiful it was. I told him that I wanted to play some more, but I wanted him to fuck me. My pussy was looking forward to that big cock.

As my tongue played with Tony's cockhead, I looked at him and I had a brief flashback to those French and Italian lovers. Yes, they were model handsome, even gorgeous, but they'd never have what 60-year-old Tony had.

You think I'm talking about that incredible cock. No, I'm talking about the way he made love to my pussy with his tongue. While my tongue still played, "Tony, fuck me. My pussy wants your cock."

I got on my back. "Do you want me to eat you some more?"

"Yes, oh yes, but not right now."

Tony proved to be much smarter than me. My legs were spread and I was so ready for that big cock to invade my pussy which his tongue opened.

He didn't. Tony reached into his nightstand drawer and took out a tube of lube. "We're going to need this."

I'd fucked guys with big ones before; never Tony big, but big, and I'd never needed any kind of lubricant.

Reluctantly, I rubbed some on my pussy, and then, and only then did Tony get on top of me.

Surprisingly, he didn't fuck me. I mean my pussy was all his, but he didn't fuck me. Instead, using his hand, he rubbed his cock against my pussy. This had never happened to me before. Young guys just rammed it in there.

It took me a minute to realize what Tony was trying to do. "Here, let me." I took his cock in my hand and rubbed it against my clitoris. "Hmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm, thank you, Tony, what I splendid idea." After I have one orgasm, the next ones come easy. A few minutes later, "hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, oh God, I'm cumming again. Oooooh, I'm cumming."

I guided his cock to my entrance. "Fuck me, Tony, My pussy is so ready." I could feel his cock stretching my pussy. Nothing had ever opened my pussy like that. It took a while but eventually nothing had ever been so far up my pussy. Thank God for that lube.

Still, he didn't. I know you girls out there know this. You know when a guy is fucking you, and when a guy is making love to you.

Tony was making love to me. Oh, his cock went in and out of my pussy, but there was so much more than that. Being short, his head was about even with my tits. He kissed and licked my nipples at the same time his cock was doing my pussy.

And he was mumbling, "Candy, you have the most beautiful tits. They're spectacular. Thank you for letting me enjoy them."

All I could do, as my ass and hips slowly moved in rhythm with his cock, was to wrap my arms around his head and let him keep doing my tits. I wrapped my legs on his back.

And Tony kept mumbling, "Candy, you have the tastiest pussy. It was eating you that made my cock so hard. Thank you, I hope you let me eat it again."

He kept this up and I reveled in it. Our rhythm increased, we fucked a little faster, then a little faster. "That's it, Tony. Do me just like that. Fuck my pussy just like that." I began to move even faster. Soon, I was banging him harder and harder.

"Oh baby, keep giving me your big cock."

Don't think of this in a bad way. I wasn't thinking this old man was fucking me; I was thinking my lover is making love to me. I wasn't thinking that this short, balding, sixty-year-old man was fucking the shit out of me; I was thinking that I was being made love to by a very skilled lover. The most skilled lover I'd ever had. "Tell me again about my pussy."

"It was so sweet. The sweetest one ever."

Only afterwards did I realize that Tony lasted far longer than almost every lover I ever had.

I should tell you that I went out with this one guy in college for about six months, who lasted a long time. Almost as long as Tony. I praised him for being such a great fuck. He told me, "Candy, just before I came over here, I jerked off, so I wouldn't cum too quick."

What girl wants to hear that? I broke up with him that very night.

I wasn't thinking of that right now. Right now, I was thinking of how good Tony's cock felt. How good he was making love to me. I usually don't have great orgasms when I'm getting fucked; not that fucking doesn't feel good, but it's rare that I have an orgasm.

The way Tony was making love to me, I was about to have an orgasm, having an orgasm, or coming down from an orgasmic high. It was like nothing ever before.

Of course, it had to end. I had my arms around his head, smothering him between my breasts, and my legs on his back. My legs were so long and Tony was so small that my ankles were locked together. I never remember cumming at the same time as a guy, and as you know I'd fucked a lot of guys. It was the most amazing thing.

I whimpered and I could feel his breath on my tits. "Tony, I've never. . ."

"Shhh, let's just enjoy the moment." I could feel his cock slowly falling out of my pussy. Involuntarily my legs fell off his back, and I was lying there with them spread far apart. Many times, with those high school and college boys in an hour or so, they were ready for round two. Those French and Italian guys thought fucking was a marathon; they not only wanted round two but often round three. And in the morning, round four. My pussy was so sore when they were done.

A half hour later, "Shall I call my driver and have him take you home?"

Tony was still on top of me; snuggling against my tits. My arms wrapped around his neck. My legs spread wide. I didn't give it any thought, "if you'll have me, I'd like to spend the night."

"Are you sure? Ya' know at my age, nothing is going to happen at least before morning."

It was then and only then that I thought about what I'd just offered. I'd never even considered that I'd end up like this. Often, if I had a date, I'd stuff a toothbrush and a nightgown in my bag in anticipation.

I didn't mind sleeping naked. If the morning was anything like the evening, I'm sure Tony wouldn't either. The toothbrush was a problem. It had happened before and I had my own unique way of solving it.

When I found myself in that predicament, my ‘date' would be the recipient of a blowjob first thing in the morning. It would be hard to complain about cum breath, wouldn't it?

Tony realized the problem, too. "Candy, come with me." He got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom naked. I got a good view of his cock hanging there; a cock that had done wondrous things to my pussy just a short while ago.

I followed, naked, of course. He led me to his hotel suite's guest bedroom. Here, he turned and looked at me. "Candy, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

I blushed. First, this was a man, not some boy hoping to sweet talk me out of my panties. Second, Tony called me a woman, not a girl.

If my pussy wasn't leaking his cum, I'd be leaking my pussy juices. "Tony, you've been so sweet to me all evening."

"In the closet and the bathroom here there's everything you might need. I'm going back to bed."

He was right. There was toothpaste and a toothbrush; both unopened. In the closet there was not only a hotel robe but also four or five different nightgowns in a variety of styles and sizes. I'm not talking Victoria's Secret. These were modest. The tags were still on them.

I had no idea what the morning would bring, but I took a shower. I didn't masturbate, but I did wash my pussy vigorously, hoping Tony's tongue might find my pussy enticing in the morning.

The clock on the nightstand read a little past midnight. For someone my age, the night was still young. In the bathroom, I found a pair of scissors which I used to remove the tags from one of the nightgowns. I'd chosen a knee length one which didn't show too much cleavage. It was similar to ones I wore at home; comfortable for sleeping.

I walked back to Tony's bedroom, picking up my dress, my bra, my shoes on my way. I couldn't find my thong. My dress, I hung over a chair. Only then did I crawl into bed; Tony was fast asleep. I always thought it was an accomplishment when I wore out my ‘date'.

Given his age, it really wasn't much of an accomplishment, was it?

When I awoke, Tony was lying next to me, looking at me. "I was just lying here, remembering last night," he smiled.

I laughed, "was there something specific you remember? You know whatever you had last night, it's all yours this morning." I sat up and pulled that nightgown over my head. Yeah, I wanted more of what I got last night.

He kissed my neck, "I'd like some more of these beauties." His lips were kissing my breasts all over. "How about you?"

"Tony, I'm not shy. I've never been shy. The way you made love to me last night was the most amazing thing, but I have to say your tongue brought me places I'd never been before."

"Give me a few more minutes." His tongue found one nipple then the other. By the time he finished, they were both standing up and were hard. Except he wasn't finished; he kissed his way between my legs, "Candy, in the daylight, your pussy looks more beautiful than it tasted last night."

My pussy was wet from the way Tony did my tits; now as his tongue started, I was drenched. In minutes my ass was in a puddle. I only noticed later when he finished; I mean we finished.

His tongue was better than last night; or so I thought. His tongue caressed my slit for what seemed like forever. I was holding his head in my hands as he ate me. "Please Tony, you know what I want; what I need. Please."

What I needed, was his tongue to do my clitoris.

He didn't stop, but he didn't disappoint either. As I said, my clitoris is very sensitive. Once Tony started on it, I was a helpless rag doll. I screamed with joy each time his tongue did my clitoris. It was like an electric shock going through my body.

As I begged Tony to fuck me; I was covered in sweat. Sweat was dripping between my breasts and even my hair was drenched. Still Tony wouldn't quit. If anyone has ever had a better morning, I couldn't imagine. All that could be better was to get his cock. "Tell me, Tony. Tell me what you told me last night."

"You have the sweetest pussy, Candy. Thank you for giving it to me."

I was so high on his tongue; I didn't even feel it. What I meant was for a moment, Tony stopped, found the lube, rubbed some on his cock and then in my pussy. I never felt it. That's how high I was from his tongue.

What I did feel, was his cock stretching my pussy. He didn't use as much lube as I had. That turned out to be a good thing. I felt his cock more intensely. I loved it. Like last night, Tony's cock slid in and out of my pussy slowly.

This time I did the talking. "You were so good to my pussy. I've never felt like that. Anytime you want to eat me just ask. I'd walk from Brooklyn for your tongue."

"Candy, you have the sweetest pussy." Unlike those useless college boys, I didn't sense that Tony meant it humorously.

"Fuck me harder. My pussy wants to feel your cock fucking me harder and faster. Tony, you won't hurt me."

He did and he didn't. My knees were up to my breasts and I had my arms around his neck. He did, in fact, pound away, but there was no pain. My pussy gratefully accepted every inch; every thrust. "Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. Give me that big cock. Give it to me good. I love your cock. I love your cock."

He took me by the ankles and spread my legs wide apart, while he got on his knees. He was watching his cock going in and out of my pussy. "Your pussy is lovely, Candy."

I giggled, "of course it is. Your cock's inside it. And you better keep it there."

I was surprised at his age his stamina, like his tongue, his cock kept going and going. "That's it, baby, keep giving it to me. Let me feel you fill up my pussy. Tony, tell me again about eating my pussy. Please tell me."

"You have the sweetest, tastiest pussy."

We didn't cum at the same time, but I was ecstatic. When Tony came, he collapsed on top of me, between my breasts. "Yeah, baby, oh yeah, you're so good to me. So good to my pussy."

We lay like that for perhaps an hour. "Tony, I'm a mess. I'm going to take a shower. Then I should get home." The nightgown was on the floor. I picked it up on my way to the guest bedroom's bathroom.

The shower felt so good. I smelled like sex. Cum had dripped out of my pussy and was already caking on my thighs. A definite sign of a good morning. I smiled, thinking the only thing better was on those few occasions I woke up with dried cum caked on my upper lip or my chin. If Tony gave me a chance, I'd love to wake up next to him like that.

"My car is downstairs ready to take you home. In case you misplaced my card, here's another. Call me if you'd like to see me again."

"Tony, I will, promise. This was the best night ever." I kissed him hard on the mouth.

"Mr. Tony," the driver said, "must really like you."

"Why do you say that?"

"He might have me pick up a date, but he never has me take them home. Usually, he has the doorman get them a taxi."

"Does he have a date every weekend?"

"Oh no, maybe three or four times a year."

When I got home, Lopez was waiting, "you said you'd be home before midnight."

"I know, but my date turned out far better than I thought."

"I can see that; your face is flushed. Good for you. Tell me about it."

"There's not much to tell. He was a good fuck."

"Will you see him again?"

"I don't know. I need some sleep." I went to my room, undressed and went to bed. I fell asleep; Guess what I dreamed about?

It was almost four o'clock when I woke up. I took my hairbrush out of my bag. When I did, Tony's card fell out. I started to put it on my dresser. No, I said to myself. I called him. "Tony, it's Candy. I had to tell you again how wonderful you were last night and this morning."

"Thank you, Candy. How nice of you to call."

"Tony, dinner last night was fabulous. I can't offer you that kind of elegance, but can I take you dinner tonight?"

"Candy, I'm not much of a mind reader, but I don't think dinner is what you have on your mind."

"No, no it isn't."

"How about this? I'll have my car pick you up. When we get hungry, we can order in. Chinese?"

"That sounds wonderful. You did read my mind. Thank you, Tony."

"No, Candy, thank you. My car will be there at six."

Tonight, I dressed provocatively, not that I needed to. Tony had read my mind. Still, my skirt was short, my heels were high and my legs were long. If I showed any more cleavage, I might get arrested.

Tony had spent a lot of time eating me last night and this morning; tonight, I planned to reciprocate. That majestic cock deserved my full attention. I wore a bright red lipstick. I don't think Tony would miss my intent.

When I got in the back of the Rolls, his driver handed me a small, elegant bag. "Mr. Tony said that I should give this to you. He thought you'd appreciate it."

I opened the bag and couldn't help but laugh. It was my thong from last night. I never did find it this morning. I laughed. I wondered if his driver knew what was in the bag. It didn't really matter; he knew I'd spent the night.

"Candace, you look lovely tonight. Would you like some champagne?"

"Tony that would be grand, but then I'd love something else I had last night."

He took me his arms. I bent down and kissed him. He kissed me between my breasts. "Does this bra open from the front too?"

"I think we know each other well enough that you can find out for yourself," I smiled.

Tony didn't hesitate; he unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my blouse. He couldn't figure out the front clasp on my bra. "Oh Tony, they're all yours once you figure out how to do it," I laughed.

He tried without success. "There's more than one way."

I thought for sure he was going to tear my bra off. He didn't. Instead, he reached under my skirt. "I know I can get this off."

He kissed me hard on the mouth; our tongues engaged and he rubbed my pussy through my thong. "Oh, and thank you for finding my underwear from last night. I had no idea where it went."

"Somehow it end up under the bed. The maid found it when she cleaned this morning. She left it on top of the bed," he laughed.

His hand was inside my thong. "You are resourceful, Tony. Do you want what I have in my bra or what's in my panties," I laughed.

"I can't see any reason why I can't have both, can you?"

"Good answer, Tony. Come with me." I led him to his bedroom. I had him sit on the edge of the bed. I took off my blouse and straddled him, "see Tony, how easy it is." I unclasp my bra; my tits fell out. "I know how much you like them," I giggled and put my arms around his neck and held him close to my breasts.

"Candy, they're beautiful." He kissed, sucked, fondled, tongued my nipples and areolas. I let him play.

"Last night you apologized for using the word pussy and I said I wasn‘t offended. What was it you said about my pussy?"

He was kissing my tits all over. "I said, you have the sweetest pussy."

"Tony, I can feel your hard cock. I know you want more than my tits. I'll bet you'd just love my sweet pussy."

I got off him; took off my skirt and thong and got under the covers. "Join me."

He undressed and crawled into bed. My hand immediately went to his cock. "You do like my tits, don't you?" That huge cock was hard.

"How can I resist? They're the most beautiful tits I've ever seen."

"And you have the most magnificent cock I've ever seen." I slid under the blankets. After the things his tongue did to me last night and this morning, all l'd thought about since I called him was putting that cock in my mouth.

Tony was getting blowjobs since before I was born; I was certain of that. He'd probably received much better blowjobs than I could provide. I wasn't much for deep throating, and I didn't consider myself an expert, but I'd always been enthusiastic. One boyfriend even called me that, "damn, Candy, you are one enthusiastic cocksucker." It was a term of endearment.

Like Tony had done to my pussy and my tits, I made love to his cock. My tongue was everywhere; my mouth was like a Hoover and my lips kissed, nibbled and slid up and down his long shaft. When I was ready for his cum, I used my tongue on his cockhead and stroked that cock with both hands. Even with both hands on it, there was still a few inches left over. It was magnificent. There wasn't a whole lot of cum, but I made sure to swallow it all.

Tony rested his head on my tits. "You have the most amazing cock. When you're ready, my pussy is all yours."

"You know it'll be a while." In fact, it was almost dawn. Tony's stirring woke me up. I heard him in the bathroom.

"Sorry to wake you up."

"No, no, it's okay."

"Are you sure? Because if you're awake, I'd like to play with those beauties some more."

"Oh, I'm awake. I'd like more of your cock, but if you insist on my titties, I'm going to insist you do my pussy, too."

More than once in my life, I'd been woken up for a middle of the night fuck. But I'd never been awakened for a middle of the night pussy eating fest. That's what Tony did. It's like he hadn't eaten pussy in a decade. I knew that wasn't true.

I didn't get fucked, nor did I get any Chinese but I'm not complaining. I got more tongue and better tongue than any girl could expect or deserve. "Candy, I'm worn out; my tongue is worn out." He snuggled against my tits with his wet face.

I never slept better in my life. In the morning, "Candy, I'd like more."

"Oh Tony, you're going to have to say it." I had my head on his chest, playing with his mostly dead cock. "You're going to have to tell me what you want, but I'll tell you this, after last night, I'm going to want that big cock in my pussy." I played with his cock, running my hand from his balls to his cockhead.

"Okay, I'd love to eat your pussy until my tongue is worn out; just like last night."

Alright ladies, who says no to that? Not me.

It was like I had one continuous orgasm from dawn to mid-morning. Tony made love to my pussy then made love to it some more.

I was walking on air when I got home. Lopez couldn't help but notice.

For the next month, I spent every weekend with Tony.

To be honest, in most of my relationships, I usually quickly got bored.

I never got tired of Tony's tongue or his cock. An outsider might look at Tony and say that of course a man his age never got tired of fucking a twenty-three-year-old who many men considered very attractive.

Then it happened and I had to fulfill a promise.

TO BE CONTINUED

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