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From the headmistress' point of view, she could not imagine that her pussy would ever be treated as Mr. Ewing treated it. It was as if for a few hours, she had one long; very long, very intense orgasm.

Numerous times, she wanted to scream, PLEASE MR. EWING, LET ME HAVE YOUR COCK. LET ME PUT IT IN MY MOUTH. LET ME TASTE YOUR CREAMY MAN JUICE.

She was still a lady.

They saw each other every weekend. It was more of the same; not to say it was mundane. How can an orgasm be mundane? How can a sweet pussy taste mundane?

It was a month later that Mark Ewing subtly suggested he wanted more.

Miss Harper was not about to lose her virginity; at least not yet. However: "Mr. Ewing, perhaps, with a little encouragement on your part; a little persuasion, I might consider some type of reciprocation."

"Would that encouragement and persuasion involve my tongue and your pussy having another get-together?" At the moment, he was rubbing his face in her ample bush.

His son, Randall had kinda,' sorta' suggested that Miss Harper might be amenable to such a thing.

A half hour later, she was kneeling between his legs. For the first time, she saw him naked. For the first time, Miss Harper saw that his cock rivaled his son's.

"Mr. Ewing, I'm not completely chaste. You have the most beautiful and the biggest, what would you prefer I call it?"

"My dearly departed wife, called it my Willy."

"Then that's what I shall call it, your big, beautiful willy. Big Willy." Still, she wanted him to believe that she was just an unsophisticated spinster.

It wasn't to be. As soon as she pulled back his foreskin and her lips engulfed his cockhead; she couldn't help herself. Her lips, as if they had a mind of their own, kept going down and down. "Hmmmmmmm, his cock tasted so good," she thought to herself. "Maybe his cream will be just as tasty."

Mark Ewing had numerous lovers before marrying. Lovers might not be entirely correct. Once somewhat respectable women met that big, beautiful Willy, they wanted nothing to do with it. "It's too big, it'll hurt." Or "Mark, I'd like to, but I can't get it in my mouth."

Those lovers were in fact prostitutes. Many of them when they saw his cock insisted that they give it a try. "Mark, I'll bet I can take that in my mouth. All of it." Or "Mark, I'll have so much fun blowing it." Most of them couldn't.

His wife loved it, but insisted that he needed to use his tongue to prepare the way. He didn't mind at all; except she was loathe to suck it.

Now, here was the spinster, Miss Claudia Harper, with the tastiest pussy, who was proving to have a thing for his willy, or as she called it, Big Willy. He watched her lips slide up and down his long, fat shaft. When the headmistress looked up at him, her eyes were sparkling.

His cream was as sweet as fresh cream, but not as plentiful as she preferred.

"Mr. Ewing, your Big Willy was so much fun and delicious."

"Miss Harper, if you give me an hour or two, as a gentleman, it's only right and proper that you allow me the pleasure of reciprocating."

"Oh, Mr. Ewing, how gallant of you. After the joy of your Big Willy, I assure you my pussy will be ready and anxious; you have an open invitation. And Mr. Ewing, it's already juicy."

After that first blowjob, not that Miss Harper used that word, Mr. Mark Ewing's attention to her pussy, and particularly her clitoris seemed to increase. What I'm saying, his tongue went wild. It was as if he wanted her to come and come.

"OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, YES, MR. EWING, OH YES, JUST LIKE THAT, MY PUSSY HAS NEVER FELT LIKE YOU'RE MAKING IT FEEL. OOOOOOOOOOH, IT'S HAPPENING MR. EWING, IT'S HAPPENING."

If Mark Ewing thought that Miss Harper's first blowjob was amazing, after her orgasms, the headmistress was, he later told a friend, ‘a cocksucking maniac.' She could not have bobbed her head any faster; her lips were like pistons going up and down on his shaft.

To her great joy, he took a long time. She savored every inch from his cockhead to his ball sack. It was like a tiny reward when her lips reached the unique texture of that ball sack. She loved that feeling against her lips. Then it was slowly back up. She looked forward to her bigger reward, which she knew was coming.

That's how their Friday and Saturday evenings went. Mark Ewing never spent the night.

Three months later, "Miss Harper, would it be impertinent if I suggested a weekend stay at a very discreet hotel in Ramsbottom?"

"Yes, Mr. Ewing, it would be, but after what I did to Big Willy, it's not out of the question. Discreet is the key word."

"I promise."

Mark Ewing kept his promise. The hotel in Ramsbottom was discreet. He registered as Mr. and Mrs. Jones. There were no questions.

In their room that first evening, Miss Harper took a deep breath, "Mr. Ewing, I have a confession."

"If you've changed your mind, I understand. I'll drive you back to Manchester and the Wilkinson School straight away."

"No, that's not it. Mr. Ewing, I'm a virgin, but by morning, I hope I won't be able to say that."

He was shocked. That seemed impossible in this day and age, and given her skill level when it came to fellatio. He stuttered, "I-I-I'd be honor, Miss Harper."

"Please, if we're going to be intimate, Mr. Ewing, I think you should call me Claudia."

She went into the bathroom and changed into a sheer negligee. Of course, Mark, as she now called him, had seen her naked before, but his sole focus was on her pussy. He'd never taken the time to enjoy her breasts.

"Mark, if you want to call them titties, I'm fine with that. In fact, I think I like that better when we're in bed."

Mark Ewing was a competent lover. Let me amend that, when his wife was alive and healthy, she thought he was an amazing lover. His hands, his mouth, his tongue and of course, his Willy did incredible things to her. Often, she had two or three orgasms before they fucked or he even started eating her. As I said, the man was an incredible pussy eater.

That's how he made love to Claudia. He massaged her breasts first with hands, then his tongue played with her nipples. This had never happened to Miss Harper before. No one had ever touched her breasts; she wouldn't have allowed it.

The boys to whom she asked the question: ‘have you thought about tasting my pussy?' Never came near them; her pussy yes; her breasts no.

As Mark played with them, she wondered why it had taken so long.

Then he spent hours eating her pussy. She was drenched when his Big Willy finally entered her.

Given that she was a virgin, he didn't expect much. She wasn't the best fuck, not even a good fuck, However, Claudia insisted that he fuck her again Saturday morning, then Saturday night and Sunday morning before they left.

She got better and better. Moving her hips and ass more enthusiastically.

When they returned to Manchester, she demanded that every time they were together that he fuck her. It was as if she was trying to make up for all those lost years.

That's not to say that's all they did. "Claudia, I don't want to hurt you, let me get your pussy ready with my tongue."

Who says no to that?

On the other hand, "Mark, do you think if I please Big Willy with my mouth for a while you'll be ready to fuck me?"

Who says no to that?

TO BE CONTINUED

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