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As I mentioned, I have a very prominent clitoris. Phil's make-up brush wasn't doing my labia; it was tickling my clitoris. I started to involuntarily squirm and sigh. It had been since John in LA that I'd been with a man.

I wasn't with a man now, but what Phil was doing felt extraordinary. No, I didn't want her to get to know my pussy better. No, I didn't want her to stop. "You really are beautiful, Julie."

The make-up brush was gone, and her fingers were playing, but now Phil was next to me on the bed, kissing my nipples. "They're so beautiful; perfect," she mumbled as I watched her tongue. I watched her tongue as my nipples rose.

I could feel my pussy leaking; I could feel her finger sliding up and down my slit. Phil looked at me, as I continued to squirm and sigh. "Julie, I'd love to find out how delicious you are."

Of course, I knew what she meant. John was a master at eating my pussy, but he wasn't here. Neither was there any other man. I couldn't believe I was doing it; hesitantly, I pushed Phil's head down.

Over the next hour, I learned what a real master pussy eater was. Phyllis knew how to eat pussy better than any man I'd been with; far better than John who'd been the best by far.

Over a few drinks, some of my girlfriends bragged about how good the guy they were seeing was at eating pussy. I was certain they weren't and could not be better than Phyllis.

By the way, that's what I started calling her Phyllis not Phil. As in: "Phyllis, please don't stop. Keep eating me. Eat me just like that, please Phyllis." My brain was saying that yes, indeed, this is a woman. And as a reminder, I was twenty-seven and Phyllis was in her fifties; twice as old as me.

My orgasms, and there was more than one, came one right after another. I held Phyllis' head in my hands. Sometimes, my thighs were crushing her; wrapped around her head, like I was fucking her.

I rocked the bed, but her tongue didn't quit.

She didn't quit until I was exhausted. Phyllis crawled up next to me, but first rubbed her wet face all over my tits. I giggled. "Julie, you have the most delicious pussy. I'm going to want more later, but right now, get some rest."

I fell asleep in her arms. She was still dressed.

It was dark when I woke up. Phyllis was still in bed next to me, "you slept soundly." She kissed me on the mouth, with her tongue.

I reciprocated. I knew where that tongue had been. I smiled as we kissed. "How about some dinner? I've heard the food here is grand."

I was hoping that she'd want my pussy for dinner, but I understood.

It wasn't until the next morning that I noticed. Noticed what?

Every guest at the hotel was a woman, and they were all couples. One, a woman my age, and the other about Phyllis' age. Like I said, at first I didn't think anything of it.

After dinner we walked back to her suite. "Julie, I've got everything I need; you can go home or we can continue where we left off this afternoon. I must say, that my tongue is anxious for more of your pussy."

Of course, I opted to stay.

In her room, I quickly got undressed.

To my surprise, Phyllis did, too. Completely.

She was as you might expect of a woman her age: soft in the middle and with thick thighs. She was tall, but certainly not slim.

Once on the bed, she took my hand and put it on her breast. Phyllis must have read my mind, "Julie, at my age my titties aren't anything like yours." Yes, she said titties, not breasts.

She was right. Her titties were big, soft pillows, topped with small pink nipples. Her hand only momentarily caressed my tit. In moments she was playing with my pussy. She giggled, "you're still damp. I'll bet you're still tasty, too."

For a woman her age, she was quickly between my legs, and her tongue replaced her fingers.

It was romantic. This afternoon, I'd been stunned and shocked how our photoshoot evolved. Now, I embraced it. "Yes, Phyllis, eat me. Eat my pussy. It's all yours. Make love to my pussy."

She did, oh, she did. She made love to my pussy like every man did not and I realized, could not. If the afternoon had been the best afternoon of my life, tonight was even better. I wanted it; I wanted Phyllis to eat me. I couldn't get enough of her tongue; her soothing tongue; her talented tongue; her tongue which brought me more joy than I'd ever experienced.

Only one thing surprised me: Phyllis' stamina at her age. She ate and ate. Whether her tongue was doing my clitoris or licking my slit or trying to tongue fuck my hole, it never quit. It seemed like it was all night long; it wasn't but I was in such an orgasmic state, it seemed that way.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up first, before dawn, and took a shower. I took a shower in case she wanted more. I wanted my pussy nice and clean for her tongue. Until yesterday afternoon, I was a straight girl. Now, even after she spent much of the afternoon and evening eating my pussy, I hope she wanted more, but I still thought of myself as a straight girl.

Phyllis woke up as I got out of the shower; she looked at her watch, "Julie, I have to go, I have a plane to catch," she jumped out of bed; still naked.

I'm sure she could see the disappointment on my face. "Umm, Phyllis, I'd love you to stay. Just one more night."

"I wish I could."

"Phyllis, you know I'm all yours."

She put her arms around me. "Julie, if you mean that. The part of you that I'd like is your tongue."

If I was shocked yesterday afternoon. Now, I stammered. "I-I, ummm. I-I've never . . ."

Phyllis kissed me on the mouth with her tongue. Then she pushed me to my knees, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Convince me to stay."

I was face to face with her pussy. Her big, dark bush pussy. "Julie, you do want me to stay?" Phyllis pushed my head forward. "Let me teach you how."

I was hesitant. Phyllis was patient. It took me a half hour before I got beyond rubbing my face in that big bush.

"You're doing fine, Julie. Inhale my fragrance." She opened her labia for me. "Tell me I'm beautiful."

Phyllis' pussy was a beautiful pink. "You are, Phyllis, you are."

"Say it. Say Phyllis you have a beautiful pussy."

I did. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and yes, I thought her pussy, framed by that big bush was beautiful. I thought about letting my bush grow like it was before I got a wax.

"Is it delicious, Julie?"

There was no hesitation now. My tongue tasted her. "Like a lollipop, Julie. Up and down, like a lollipop. That's a good girl."

Like I said, Phyllis was patient, she guided my tongue to where she liked it. It was almost an hour later, "Julie, right up here is my clitoris. That pink button."

It wasn't as pronounced as mine, but it was easy to find. When Phyllis started writhing and moaning; much louder than I thought I'd been or ever been with any guy, I have to say I was pleased with myself.

I was so pleased that I kept eating. I kept doing her clitoris and then I kept doing her clitoris. Phyllis kept moaning, writhing, fucking my face.

The truth was I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. Those big, soft thighs had my head in a vice; not unlike how I'd had hers earlier. Not that I wanted to, I might add.

I was surprised at my own stamina, and Phyllis kept coming and coming. Finally, "Thank you, Julie. Let me rest in your arms."

I was satisfied with myself even though I had not had one orgasm since last night.

I woke up with Phyllis staring at me. "Thank you," she whispered and came into my arms.

"Phyllis, you have the most delicious pussy." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. Then I couldn't believe what I did next.

I went down on her. It wasn't my intent, but I started slowly. I kissed those massive titties. All over. Then my tongue did her nipples. "Suck them, Julie. I like my nipples sucked."

I did until she put pressure on my head. Yes, she wanted me to eat her. Yes, I wanted to eat her.

"Just lick it, Julie. Lick my pussy." Phyllis liked telling me how she liked to be eaten. I liked that she gave me direction.

"Am I delicious this morning? Tell me."

I could only mumble, as my tongue licked and licked. "Yes, Phyllis, you have a delicious pussy."

"That's my good girl."

Once I started on her clitoris, it was much like earlier. Phyllis moaned loudly as she had orgasm after orgasm. "You're so good to Phyllis. You're so good to Phyllis' pussy," she sighed holding my head in her hands.

Later that morning, we showered together, playing with each other's titties. Getting them all soapy. Phyllis used her slippery hand to play with my pussy, making me come in the shower. I wrapped my arms around her neck and moaned as I came.

I was wobbly; I got down on my knees and rubbed my face in her bush. "You want Phyllis' pussy again, don't you Julie?" She said while holding my head against that big bush.

I nodded.

"Why don't we get some breakfast and then we can come back here? Julie, just a reminder, I haven't had your sweet pussy since last night."

As we left her suite; now our suite, Phyllis took my hand and that's how we walked through the hotel to the dining room.

TO BE CONTINUED

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