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I liked riding Joe's cock.

I could never decide which I wanted. I left it up to Joe. Invariably he opted to eat my pussy, which led me to beg for his cock in my mouth or in my pussy. It didn't matter to me, I just wanted it: on my back, riding it, sucking it.

The terminal where Joe dropped his load was just twenty miles from Manhattan. "After I turn in my paper work, I can take you wherever you want to catch a train, plane or bus to Boston." I was in tears as we neared the train station in Newark.

"Hannah, when do you have to be at school?"

"I should be there Monday night?"

It was Friday. Joe surprised me. "Why don't you do this? Spend the weekend with me and I'll pay for a flight to Boston. You can leave Monday mid-day."

"You mean I get to spend a whole weekend with you? No dingy motels? No rushing to make sure you get your sleep?"

"Nope, just an entire weekend of having your tufted pussy massaged by my tongue."

"Is that all?"

Isn't that enough? I suppose I could make enough time for you to . . ."

"Suck your cock."

He laughed.

You probably don't understand what I saw in a sixty-year-old black man. It was just sex; not that I didn't like him. Just a month or so ago, I'd discovered sex. I wanted as much as I could, as often as I could with whomever was available.

Joe, the trucker was available. The fact that he had a big cock and a skilled tongue just added to my joy. In addition, that tongue worshipped my pussy; my tufted pussy. Ladies, if you've ever had a man worship your pussy, you know what I'm talking about.

By Saturday night my pussy was so sore. Joe had been banging my pussy hard much of the day. He tried to make amends with a tongue massage most of Sunday, but when I took my seat on the plane Monday, I was still sore.

Joe and I agreed to stay in touch, but we didn't make any commitments.

I'd been in contact with my sisters at Tau Upsilon Phi. Still, they were ecstatic to see me and wanted to know where I'd been and what I'd done.

I told them I'd traveled home to Dallas and then across the country. I didn't say how or with whom. I did say that I was no longer a virgin.

They wanted to know the details.

I was mum; however, I did ask if they'd run into any interesting men. They mentioned some of the cute guys across the street at Delta Mu. "What about that professor that one that one of our older sisters had an affair with?" I'd forgotten both their names.

"I remember," said one of the sisters. "Professor Jeff Raynaud had an affair with Natalie Salvatore."

"Hannah, he's so old."

"Old or experienced?" I smiled.

"Ooooooh, does that mean that the guy who took your virginity was older?"

"No, it means he was experienced." I was blushing. "Now, how do I get this Professor Raynaud to invite me to his bed?"

"Hannah, you're not the naïve little girl who came here a year ago."

"I think losing your virginity does that. About Professor Raynaud?"

"I know Natalie Salvatore well enough to text her and ask her to set up a meeting between the two of you."

"That's a start."

I met Professor Jeff Raynaud for coffee in the Student Center. From the outset, I was certain he thought he was seducing me. "My old friend, Natalie Salvatore, told me that you could use an academic advisor, why don't we meet, perhaps Friday night at my apartment?"

"Professor, would we be alone? Would that be, okay?" I tried to sound like the naïve school girl of a year ago.

"Oh, yeah. Bring your academic records and schedule. We can talk about it. It'll be a more relaxed atmosphere."

Friday couldn't come soon enough. It had been almost a month since Joe the trucker had his tongue in my pussy. I remembered that Natalie Salvatore said that Professor Raynaud's tongue was a magnet for her tufted pussy. My kind of guy.

And Natalie seemed to indicate that he had a big cock. After Joe, I was curious exactly what big was.

Jeff Raynaud was a handsome man. Kind of an Indiana Jones in a three-piece suit. He'd been a handsome boy. It was his high school English teacher who seduced him, took his virginity and taught him the art of cunnilingus. It didn't hurt that she herself was a fellatio expert. Like any good teacher, she rewarded her student for his good work: his good tongue work.

As a student in college, it was always female professors or administrators who lured him to their beds. They were pleasantly surprised by his big cock and thrilled by his talented tongue work.

It wasn't until he was teaching in a small New England college that he found the joy of young pussy. He was particular fond of the taste. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy eating forty, fifty, even sixty-year-old pussy. It was just that there was something about eighteen and nineteen-year-old pussy.

Those teenagers weren't as skillful in bed, but he could never get enough of their taste. That's what attracted him to Natalie Salvatore, and now me, Hannah Hendricks.

However, things had changed. He wasn't twenty-eight anymore. He was in his fifties, and to be kind things didn't work the way they used to. Okay, let me be blunt. His erections were few and far between. One or two a year, he admitted.

Over the past five years, he restricted his dalliances to those old professors and administrators. They weren't disappointed when his cock didn't rise, because they were besides themselves with the way his tongue attacked their pussies. Time and time again.

He most recently was seduced by sixty-year-old Vice President of Student Affairs Allison Mabry. She was expecting to lure him to her bed with her skill, although rusty, as a cocksucker. Instead, Jeff Raynaud spent hours and hours massaging her pussy. A pussy that hadn't felt the joy of a tongue in over two decades.

That first time led to a year-long affair. Dr. Mabry never got to feel his cock in her mouth or get fucked, which hadn't happened to her in ages. Instead, she just lay back in bed, naked, with her prominent bush waiting for his tongue. She'd never married; most men would have, even in her youth considered her unattractive. Not Jeff Raynaud; he was attracted to her pussy.

Of course, at the time neither my sorority sisters nor I knew that Professor Raynaud now preferred older women; much older women. Nor did we know his cock didn't work.

When Natalie Salvatore called him and asked him to consider nineteen-year-old me, he was hesitant. Nineteen-year-olds, in his experience, wanted to fuck, They weren't yet familiar with the joy of having their pussy eaten and eaten and eaten.

"Jeff," Natalie pleaded, "this Hannah took a year off from school, no one knows what she was doing, but when she left here, she was a virgin. Think of how that might taste and Jeff, I hope you haven't forgotten, like me Hannah is a Tau Upsilon Phi girl. You know what her pussy looks like. You always told me and I might add, showed me, how much you adored the way I looked."

"For you, Natalie, I'll do it."

"And Jeff, if you ever get out to Indianapolis, maybe for a conference or something, my pussy is still available."

"Tufted?"

I'll always be a Tau Upsilon Phi sister."

My sorority sisters helped me choose what to wear. One gave me her perfume. "Guys can't resist Chanel," she proclaimed.

They picked out a skirt shorter than I normally wore. "It looks like one a high school girl might wear," I complained.

"He's known to like younger girls."

"I think you'll like this blouse." It showed a lot of cleavage and was a size too small. "Hannah, a white transparent thong. He'll be able to see your tufted pussy right through it."

Our meeting started out as a student might expect. "Hannah, let me see your schedule."

He leaned over to show me something about my schedule. I saw his eyes looking down my blouse. "Don't you smell lovely."

"How nice of you to say. "Professor, if you want to see more of what's in my blouse, why don't you show me your bedroom?" Yes, I was blunt.

I needed to be blunt. After all it had been a month without getting fucked. A month without sucking a cock. A month without having my pussy eaten.

Jeff Raynaud didn't think it would be this easy. Those old professors and administrators wanted to be wined, dined and sent flowers.

It had been more than five years since he'd been with a young woman. Five years of feeling up old, fat, saggy tits. Tits that at times looked like udders. Yes, I was talking about Allison Mabry. However, Jeff did tell her numerous times how tasty her pussy was. Feeling up those udders was just a necessity to get to her promised land.

When I took off my blouse and bra, I heard an audible gasp, I smiled.

If you'll recall my trucker loves, Mike and Joe paid little attention to my titties. Not that I minded. They made my pussy hum; they made my mouth water; they made my ass move. Then as the song goes, they made the earth move.

Jeff sat on his bed, and just stared at them. I let him. Then I straddled him. "Professor, I'm sure you don't want to just look at them," I giggled.

"Hannah, they're the most beautiful titties I've seen in ages." Jeff's hands were masterful as they fondled, squeezed and played with them. When his fingers and then his tongue found my nipples, that white, transparent thong was drenched.

"They're beautiful, and I'm having so much fun with them. Do I make them feel good?"

"Hmmm, I love what you're doing, but I have a feeling you'd like more than my titties."

"You're not wrong, but I hate leaving these." He tongue kissed one nipple then the other.

For whatever reason I whispered. "I have a feeling that you'd love nothing more than to eat my pussy." Could I have been any more blunt?

I got off him. Took off that short skirt and again stood in front of him wearing that transparent and now damp thong.

To my surprise, Jeff jumped off the bed, got on his knees and started kissing the front of my thong all over. "Oh, you do want this. I'm happy to see you're so anxious," I giggled, holding his head in my hands.

I'd never thought about the way my pussy smelled. Truckers Mike and Joe never said anything; they just ate and ate some more.

It was my sorority sisters who brought it up. "Hannah, just put a dab of that Chanel on the inside of each thigh."

I didn't think anything of it. "Hannah, you have an exotic fragrance," Jeff whispered. My sorority sister wasn't wrong.

"Why don't I get out of these, and get on the bed? But first let me use the bathroom."

I didn't really need to pee. I took a comb from my bag and teased my tuft.

On the bed, without my thong, I spread my legs. Jeff took in the view of my tufted pussy. "Hannah, you have the most beautiful tits, and now this." He was between my legs just looking. My pussy was still leaking.

For the past five years, as I said, Jeff had been eating women in his age group; some even older, like Dr. Mabry. For the most part the generation those women came from did little in the way of grooming. Big bushes, bigger bushes, and certainly none were tufted, except for Natalie Salvatore, who was a TUPH sister.

As you know Mike the trucker was my first. I thought he was the greatest pussy eater. Then along came Joe. OH MY!!!!! Joe wasn't just a pussy eater; he loved eating my pussy. If you recalled, he loved eating my pussy more than he loved my blowjobs or getting fucked.

Now, there was Professor Raynaud. "Hannah at my age, some things don't work, but if you're okay with it, my tongue would love to get to know your pussy. I love your tufted look."

I could not have spread my legs any farther. "My pussy; my tufted pussy is anxious to meet your tongue. Eat me, Jeff, eat my pussy."

Going back to that high school English teacher, Jeff learned that women loved marathon pussy eating. Back then, they begged him to fuck them.

Over the past five years, when those mature women insisted on his cock, "just let me do you one more time." Then his tongue would get busy. One more time became two more times, and then three. Those fifty and sixty-year-olds forgot all about fucking and basked in the joy of their orgasms.

That's how Professor Jeff Reynaud ate me. His tongue was magical. His enthusiasm indicated that he loved eating pussy; my pussy. In reality, he didn't eat my pussy, he made love to it. It was as if I had the perfect pussy and it was his job to insure that it was pleased to the best of his ability.

Jeff had the best ability.

That first night and morning, like those fifty and sixty-year-old women, I basked in the joy of my orgasms.

We started seeing each other most weekends. We needed to keep it low key. After all, he was a fifty-something professor and I was a nineteen-year-old student.

Of course, my sorority sisters knew. And they wanted to know all the details. ‘Does he have a big one? At his age can he still get hard? Is he a good fuck? Does he eat your pussy?'

I shared as little information as possible. Usually, I just smiled or laughed. It was difficult because my sorority sisters would share detailed information about their dates: good and bad.

Sometimes, these conversations would go on into the wee hours of the morning, with each girl in turn telling the most intimate details of their most recent dates. I'm talking not just fucking and eating. They'd describe the details of the blowjobs they gave. Not me. I was mum.

It was on our third date that Professor Raynaud opened up to me. I'd just had three, maybe four incredible orgasms and was resting with my head on his chest when he explained to me that at his age, he could no longer get hard. "But Hannah, if you'll have me, I promise you that my tongue will do your sweet pussy like it just did, all the time."

Of course, I wasn't seeing anyone else, and his tongue work was beyond grand. Okay, I wouldn't get to fuck, but I did get to fuck his face.

Week after week Professor Jeff Raynaud was my personal pussy eater. It was marvelous. Now that I knew his problem, I never thought about getting fucked or sucking his cock. Although to be fair, when his tongue was doing me, and I was about to cum, I still begged for his cock; begged him to fuck me.

Jeff just kept eating. Like I said, I got over the no fucking thing.

One day, he called me and I just happen to be in the upstairs hallway of the sorority house. Even without the speaker on, our conversation could be heard. Girls came out of their rooms to listen; they wouldn't let me into my room. They were trying not to laugh.

"Hannah, Spring Break is two weeks away. Why don't we go away together?"

I decided to have some fun with him, while my sisters listened in. "Jeff, what do you have in mind?"

"I thought we could go somewhere, where I could spend hours and hours on my knees." I was blushing.

"And what would you be doing while you were on your knees?" I tried not to laugh.

"I could spread your legs and enjoy the beautiful view of your pussy." Girls were trying not to laugh. My face got redder, but it was fun.

"And?"

"And Hannah, your fragrance is intoxicating."

"And?"

"And your taste. I'd eat it all week." I pushed my way into my room, but the girls wouldn't let me close the door.

"Jeff, tell me more." I was in my closet. The girls laughed and giggled as they finally left me alone.

"I'd eat and eat that delicious pussy. I hope you trim it like you always do. It's so beautiful like that."

"You like my Tau Upsilon Phi look?"

"Love it."

"Jeff, I think it's a great idea, but Jeff I want to hear it time and time again while we're away how sweet my pussy is."

"Hannah, I don't want to just tell you. I want to show you."

It was a marvelous week. Professor Jeff Raynaud, not only knew how to use his tongue; he never got tired of eating me. It wouldn't be much of an exaggeration to say that he had my pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Two week after the end of Spring Break, I got another phone call that changed everything.

TO BE CONTINUED

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