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She did, but Freddie, like Matty wanted more. Her lips moved below her lovely breasts to her stomach and then even farther down. Soon, she was between Matty's legs. "Oh my, you have the loveliest pussy. I'll try my best to please it."

Her husband never called what she had between her legs beautiful. He never called it anything, Usually, after he finished with her breasts, he mounted her. That's all; just got on top, and slammed into her.

Not Freddie. She started by kissing her dark bush, her upper thighs, and her slit. In the 1920's most women didn't do much in the way of grooming. Her bush could only be described as huge. Freddie reveled in it, but that's not why she was between Matilda's legs.

Soon her tongue was enjoying the taste of Matty's delicious pussy.

Matty moaned, "hmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," as Freddie ate and ate. "Please Freddie keep doing me like that. Your tongue feels so good."

Like I said, only on the rarest of occasions did Matilda's husband taste her, but nothing like Freddie was doing.

You can guess that Freddie was just starting. Matty had no idea. When Freddie's tongue started on her clitoris, the Tennessee woman had no idea what was happening to her. There'd been nothing like it in her three years of marriage.

Freddie was an expert on clitoral stimulation. "OH FREDDIE, FREDDIE, OOOOOOOH MY. OOOOOOOOOH GOD, OOOOOOH GOD, OOOOOOOOOOOH. FREDDIE, OH FREDDIE. I'VE NEVER FELT LIKE THIS. KEEP DOING ME JUST LIKE THIS."

Freddie, kissed Matty's thighs and her bush softly. "You have the tastiest pussy, Matty. I'm going to want to do you again."

"Please Freddie, just like before, please. She pushed the black woman's head back into her pussy."

Matty's second orgasm was more intense than the first; and then there was a third, Matty thought that she'd never feel like that again. "Freddie, thank you, thank you, thank you. I wish I could make you feel like I do."

Freddie looked her in the eye. "Matty you can. You can."

"I-I wouldn't know how. I wouldn't know where to start."

Freddie got off the bed; took off her dress and camisole, and slipped back into bed wearing just her knickers.

She guided Matty's hand to her crotch, and looked her in the eye. "I know you can do this; I'm certain that you've done it before."

Matty could not have been more shocked. She was certain she was feeling something more like what her husband had than what she had. "Yes, Matty, I have what you think I have and I'll bet you know how to please it."

Freddie took off those knickers.

That was true. Like most women of her generation, Matilda was a virgin on her wedding night. Over their first year of marriage, Matty and her husband did a lot of experimenting. He loved her tits; he didn't like eating her. He liked her to get on her back and spread her legs and let him slam his cock inside her. Intuitively, she thought his cock was small. He encouraged her to use her mouth, but didn't insist. She preferred not to.

Back then, women were taught to please their husbands and tolerate whatever he desired. Matty followed that advice.

After her initial shock, Matty reverted to basking in the glow of those orgasms Freddie's tongue had induced. Part of that was to please him, not her.

"Freddie, I want to, but I'm not very good at it."

"Matty, you do what you can and want to. When you've had enough, I promise my tongue will want your tasty pussy again."

In fact, what Freddie had in his pants, yes, he was a he, was far smaller than Matty's husband's. The truth was that Freddie was far smaller than any adult male.

At eighteen, when he first started having sex, girls laughed at him. Black women laughed at him. Black prostitutes laughed at him. White prostitutes laughed at him.

It was only when an old widow lady invited him to her bed and taught him to eat pussy that he wasn't laughed at. She taught him to eat and eat. Then passed him around to other widows who improved his skill. They didn't laugh at his tongue.

Once his tongue started, women didn't laugh at him. Never.

A little over a year ago he started dressing like a girl in public. It gave him confidence. The blonde wig made him stand out. He fended off men's advances; no, he'd never do a man. but came on to women like Matty. Once they experienced his tongue, they didn't laugh at him; not even when they saw his miniscule cock.

As Matty played with it, she couldn't believe how hard it was; small but hard. "Freddie, did it get hard like this from ya' know?"

"Of course, sweetie. Nothing makes my cock harder than your sweet pussy. Now, Matty give it a kiss."

Matty knew what he meant. Like I said, she'd reluctantly done it to her husband, who she seemed to instinctively know had a small one. Not even as big as Beau, her Terrier puppy at home. Freddie was even smaller.

After the way Freddie's tongue did her, she didn't laugh him. She made love to his adorable, what did he call it, cock. Licking it, sucking it. He had the cutest ball sack. It didn't take much to put the whole thing in her mouth: cockhead, shaft and balls.

"Matty, you're so good to Freddie's cock. Let me do you again. Freddie wants your pussy."

It wasn't a chore to use her mouth, but she didn't get excited over it; not like when his tongue did her. "Oh Freddie, do you really want to?"

"Matty, you have the sweetest pussy. You know what it does to my cock." The truth was that numerous times over the past few years when he was eating those old widow ladies, he'd come. It thrilled them no end.

At first he was embarrassed. When he realized that they loved it, he'd eat and eat and if he got close, he'd stand up. "See what eating your delicious pussy does to me." They'd be in awe as he spurted and begged him to eat them some more. "Freddie, let me see that again."

Of course, the second time took much longer. Freddie ate and ate while his cock remained dead.

Freddie found that those old widow ladies loved it when he begged for their pussies, and they begged him to eat their pussies.

Once, he found his comfort zone in the Speak-Easy, picking up young, naïve, impressionable women like Matty, his confidence soared. He reveled in eating pussy; reveled in making those women experience orgasms like they'd never experienced before. And they paid him for their pleasure and his.

"Freddie," Matty cried, "my pussy, oh my pussy. Matty's pussy loves your tongue. Keep doing me just like that. Oh, Freddie, oh Freddie, let me please your cock."

It had happened before. Girls weren't laughing at his cock. Now, girls like Matty were begging for it.

Just last week, an old white widow lady, who he ate and ate, begged him to fuck her. He'd been with her a number of times before. She knew all about his pint-size cock, and she wanted it; she wanted to fuck it. Freddie kept eating until, she pulled him on top of her. "Freddie, I need your cock," it was a demand.

Unlike that old widow lady, Matty wanted it in her mouth.

After all the pussy eating he'd done, it didn't take long for him to fill her mouth. "Matty, how can I ever thank you?" He smiled down at her.

"If you're like my husband, you're going to want to rest, but Feddie, if you want to thank me, you can thank me with your tongue. Get some rest."

Freddie had a big smile on his face.

TO BE CONTINUED

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