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Once we went back to school, it was just Geri and me. We found numerous places to be alone. People asked her what she saw in me, and guys asked me how I got the most beautiful girl in Florida. Both of us just smiled.

The problem arose when we were home. Miss Musgrave called to let me know that she'd like to see me.

I knew why, and wasn't disappointed when I got there. Soon, I was lying between her legs, with my face in her pussy. "You're acting like you've missed me, Mickey," she laughed.

Even though, I'd eaten Geri, just last night, I was thoroughly enjoying Miss Musgrave's pussy. I couldn't talk, but I mumbled, "Miss Musgrave, your pussy is tastier than I remembered."

When I finished, "Mickey, since you've been gone, there‘ve been a couple of more girls, women who've asked me for advice. Naturally, I thought of you. Don't be surprised if you get a call, Maybe more than one. Don't worry, I'll remind Geri about boys and how one pussy isn't enough.

It happened, and even though I'd been warned, it was still a surprise. "Mickey, you may not remember me, I'm Mrs. Fletcher, Alice Fletcher; Arlene Musgrave thought you could help me. Can you come over as soon as possible? I live at 19 Maple Ave."

I didn't remember Mrs. Fletcher, but Amanda Fletcher had been a senior in high school when I was in eighth grade.

It turns out that Alice Fletcher was Amanda's mother, and had been a high school classmate of Arlene Musgrave. She was now divorced.

Mrs. Fletcher was wearing something from Victoria Secret that looked sexy on a woman her age. She was a tall, slim woman. "Mickey, Arlene said I should be blunt, because she said you'd understand. My ex-husband in all the years we were married never used his tongue, I didn't know better, but Arlene said that I was missing something that no woman should miss."

"From what I know, she's right."

"I can't expect you to just . . . well, you know. My bedroom is this way," she took my hand.

In her bedroom, Mrs. Fletcher took off that negligee. She didn't have much in the way of breasts, and what she did have sagged on her chest. Of course, they did, she was Miss Musgrave's age. She didn't have much of an ass either. "It's all yours, Mickey, but I suppose a young man your age wants more. Of course you do." She got on her knees and unbuckled my belt.

We were in bed in a few minutes, naked. Our hands and tongues were engaged. "Mickey, my husband was the only one. I can tell you that he didn't have what you have. I didn't think they got this big. I hope you don't mind?"

She went down on me. For a woman her age who'd been married for I don't know how long, she wasn't very good, but she seemed to being having fun using her mouth on my cock. I wasn't going to stop her, but she'd also made it clear what she wanted.

"Mrs. Fletcher, why don't you come up here? I think it's my turn." I tried to make light of it.

Geri and Juanita had neatly trimmed bushes. Geri, who was in all those beauty pageants, probably had to with those skimpy costumes and swimsuits. I never saw Mary Elizabeth's. She was so busy blowing me, we never got that far.

It must be a generational thing. Miss Musgrave had a huge, dark bush. Alice Fletcher's was similar; perhaps even bigger. It wasn't that I didn't like the way Geri or Juanita looked, it's just that I thought those older women knew how a woman should look.

I spent a few minutes, rubbing my face in it; "Mrs. Fletcher, you have a very lovely fragrance. I'm going to enjoy you."

Then my tongue wormed its way into her now open pussy. She was tasty. "Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, you're delicious." Even if she wasn't, Miss Musgrave taught me to praise a woman, no matter what. "Mickey, it's the way to a woman's heart. I assure you; it'll lead to great blowjobs and great fucking."

Miss Musgrave was a prime example of that.

"Mickey, oh Mickey, your tongue feels so good." Mrs. Fletcher was starting to move her hips. I hadn't even started on her clitoris yet. "Mickey, oh my, oh my, I've never felt like this. My pussy has never felt like this."

"Mrs. Fletcher, your pussy, I've never tasted one so sweet."

"Don't stop, Mickey, please. Don't stop."

I didn't stop; my tongue found her clitoris. It was a good size button; a beautiful purple button. My tongue massaged it; my tongue massaged it for just a minute before Mrs. Fletcher wrapped her long legs around my head and was moaning loudly. Moaning indecipherably and fucking my head.

Not like Miss Musgrave, not like Geri McGovern, not like Juanita Cruz. Mrs. Fletcher was in a league of her own. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, OH MICKEY, OH MICKEY, OOOOOOH. YES, LIKE THAT. OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH. OH YEAH, OH YEAH." The headboard on her bed was bouncing against the wall. I wondered if she fucked liked that.

Her moans got softer and she was breathing hard. "My God, Mickey, I never knew it could be like that." My tongue was slowly licking her pussy hole. That big bush was tickling my nose and her legs were still wrapped around my head.

With Miss Musgrave, I didn't have to be asked to keep going. Geri McGovern insisted I keep going. "Micah, do me again, do me again just like that." Now, I kept going; finding Mrs. Fletcher's clitoris again.

If possible, Mrs. Fletcher was more animated. She'd told me she'd never been eaten. Now, I suspected she's never had an orgasm.

I massaged that lovely clitoris a third time. It was then that Mrs. Fletcher not only begged me to fuck her, but dragged me up and on top of her. My face was soaked; I didn't care, and apparently neither did she. My face wasn't the only thing soaked. Her pussy was so well lubricated that my cock slipped right in.

Mrs. Fletcher might have been the best fuck ever. Or as I preferred to think, my tongue work created a fucking machine. That's what she was: a fucking machine.

When we were done and lying together, breathing hard, "Mickey, I've never . . . I've never been like that. I mean I've never reacted like that. I've never felt like that. Thank you."

"Mrs. Fletcher, you have the best pussy, and the fucking was amazing. I should be thanking you."

"Ummmm, Mickey, I really do want to thank you. I think the best way is a blowjob, but I know I'm not good at it, and haven't done it in ages, but let me try."

Who was I to say no?

She was right. She wasn't good. She wasn't as good as Geri or Mary Elizabeth who were still both teenagers. I reminded myself that I should let Miss Musgrave know. Maybe she could teach her a thing or two. It was obvious that she taught those teenagers.

Of course, my cock was hard. I didn't cum. "Mrs. Fletcher, I'd love to fuck you again."

I think she knew that she wasn't doing very well. "Okay." She slid up next to me. Our tongues started; our hands and fingers were busy. "Give it to me, Mickey; give me that big cock."

I rolled on top of her, "but first . . ." I kissed my way down.

"You want to eat me again? Are you sure?"

"I can't think of anything better. Besides, I have to make sure your pussy is ready," I laughed.

"You know and I know it's been ready, but . . ."

She pushed my head down.

I eagerly licked her sopping wet, juicy, tasty pussy. "Like that, Mickey. I love what you do to my pussy."

I thought to myself, I haven't even got to the good part yet. I started on her clitoris.

The next time I saw Miss Musgrave, she asked me about my date with Mrs. Fletcher. I told her. Of course, I did.

"I'll have to explain to Alice about blowjobs," she smiled. "Now, Mickey, would you like to thank Miss Musgrave's pussy for introducing you to Mrs. Fletcher?" She led me to her bedroom, and in a few minutes my face was in her big bush.

In the weeks and months to follow, a few more of Miss Musgrave's friends and acquaintances called me.

TO BE CONTINUED

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