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him cum in my mouth.

As for pussy eating, Rhett didn't offer and I wasn't sure what I'd say if he did. My best friend and roommate, MaryAnn, thought it was disgusting.

Anyhow, six months after patient Fred was discharged we ran into each other in the grocery store. He remembered me. Every time I came to his room, he called me his angel. I remembered him because of that huge cock under his hospital gown. I remember bathing him and taking out the catheter.

"Angel Liz, I never properly thanked you for taking such good care of me. How about dinner?"

I really didn't think Fred was asking me on a date.

Naïve me, "that would be nice."

He said he'd pick me up and told me he was taking me to the Sunset. I'd been on dates with guys who took me to someplace like Applebee's. That was as fancy as it got for me.

When I told my friend MaryAnn, she said, "you're going to the Sunset? How old is this guy?"

"I don't know, maybe fifty. MaryAnn, it's just dinner." Like I said I was naïve.

At the hospital, I mentioned it to Nurse Masha, the divorcee. "You better wear some fancy undies. Do you want me to help you pick out something to wear?" No, I didn't but she insisted.

What did MaryAnn and Marsha know that I didn't? It was a mystery.

Marsha, MaryAnn and I went shopping. They picked out dresses. "Too low cut; it shows off everything; too short, I won't be able to sit down."

Anyhow, I ended up with a dress that showed a lot of cleavage and covered just enough when I sat down. Of course, Marsha told MaryAnn that Fred had a big one. She held her hands almost a foot apart. It wasn't that big.

I was by far the youngest person at the Sunset. There were people dancing while others ate. By dancing, I mean like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers in those old movies. Fred insisted, and I claimed that I didn't know how. Just like in those old movies, he led. He was very smooth and made me feel comfortable.

With my 4" heels that Marsha and MaryAnn insisted I wear, we were about the same height.

Dinner was fabulous; the service was like nothing I'd ever experienced; the food amazing. I had some wine; not too much, so when Fred suggested a nightcap at his place, later, I couldn't claim I was drunk. Marsha and MaryAnn claimed I was naïve.

On his enclosed patio overlooking the lake, I had less than a half a glass of wine, before Fred had the top of my dress open and my bra off. To be fair, I unhooked my bra myself.

"Liz, you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen." This from a fifty-year-old, who I was certain had seen his share of breasts.

Besides, all the boys who'd seen them, and to be honest, there were quite a few, didn't say they were beautiful, they just mauled them, and those boys didn't call them breasts, they called them tits, titties, boobs. I liked breasts. It made me feel like an adult woman.

When I say those boys mauled them, I mean it. Some mornings, I had black and blue marks on them. Sometimes, my nipples hurt because of their teeth.

Fred could not have been more gentle. No one had ever made my breasts feel so good, nor spent so much time enjoying them. Kissing, licking, fondling. Not just my nipples; all over. My areola, my cleavage; his lips were everywhere.

So, when he guided my hand to his crotch, I didn't resist. "Liz, your beautiful breasts have me excited."

Of course, I knew what he meant. Not like some of those boys, "Liz, baby, your titties make my cock hard. Here feel it." Fred wasn't like that.

Like I said, I'd been fucking for almost three years, yet as I unzipped his pants, I was nervous. I'm not sure why. I'd seen it; I knew it was big. Looking back, I think I was nervous because Fred was so much older.

My hand was shaking as I took that cock out of his pants. I'd done this more times than I could remember. Sometimes, it was with a guy for the first time. It was like opening a present at Christmas. You never knew what was in the box of chocolates or in this case inside his pants.

I knew what was in Fred's pants. No, I didn't. From playing with my breasts, his cock was hard. Not just hard, but big and hard. Not just big, bigger than any cock I'd been in contact with. MaryAnn wasn't shy about describing her dates and her dates attributes; she never mentioned a cock like what I was holding.

Now, the way Fred played with my breasts made my panties wet. As I pulled that thing out of his pants, I swear I gushed. "Fred, I've never . . ."

"I promise, I'll be gentle. Your first time should be special, Liz. I'll try to make it special."

He thought I was a virgin. "It's not that. I've never been with a man your age, with your experience." My hand was slowly stroking his huge, hard cock. I was certain that a man his age didn't just want a hand job. I didn't want to give him a hand job.

"I understand. We'll take it slow." Then he didn't; take it slow that is. "Why don't you take off your dress? You don't want it to get all wrinkled."

We were on his screen-enclosed back porch. My dress was already down to my waist; my bra was somewhere and he was playing with my breasts and I was stroking his cock. I thought about suggesting that we go inside. I didn't want to get completely naked out here.

Anyone looking could see my 36DDs.

On the other hand, Fred's back porch was surrounded by trees and a high fence where his pool was. There were no neighbors to see in.

I stood up reluctantly. I didn't want his hands and lips to leave my breasts. I didn't want to let go of that cock. I stood in front of him and let my dress fall to the floor. I was standing in front of him in the thong MaryBeth and Marsha insisted I wear, and those 4" heels.

I wasn't showing off; I wasn't teasing Fred. I just let him look for almost a minute. Then I picked up my dress and folded it neatly over a chair. "Liz, you're a gorgeous young woman. I'm sure I've never been with a woman as lovely."

I turned and let Fed look for another minute. I'm glad I shaved closer than normal once MaryAnn and Marsha convinced me to wear that thong. The bottom of my bikini swimsuit didn't show as much.

I never suspected I'd go this far tonight, but here I was. At this point, I was sure we'd go farther. At this point I wanted to go farther. There wasn't much to the thong, but I was certain it was damp; wet was more like it.

"It's only fair that I join you," Fred said. He stood up, took off his shirt, shoes, socks and pants. He was left with only his boxers.

"Thank you, I don't feel as self-conscious now." We both sat down, our lips and tongues met, and our hands wandered.

It wasn't too long before Fred's hands wandered from my breasts to that thong. "Liz, you're beautiful. I hope you'll let me make love to you." He was rubbing his hand across my thong.

I never thought that I'd say this to a man older than my father, "Fred, I want you to. I want your cock someplace besides in my hand."

"How about my tongue somewhere besides your breasts?"

I hesitated. If you recall, I'd never been eaten and my roommate and best friend, MaryAnn, thought it was disgusting. I didn't discuss anything like that with Marsha. "Ummmm, Fred remember how old I am. I don't have all that much experience." I was still playing with his cock and now his hand was inside my thong.

"I promise I'll be gentle." He slipped the thong down to my thighs. I stood up and took it off. I was standing in front of him almost naked. Remember, I still had those 4" heels on. He had a good view of all of me.

Like I said above, many girls my age shave it all off or have it waxed. I like the natural look, although to be fair, it was still summer and wearing a bikini to the beach or like now, wearing a thong, my bush isn't as full as in winter.

"You are a vision. What did I call you in the hospital? An angel. Liz, you're an angel." Fred's cock was hard when I was playing with it; I was certain it was harder now.

I sat down next to him, and he got off the couch and on his knees. I was a little shy when he took my knees and spread them apart. I know, I know, I'd been on my back with my legs spread for guys since I was eighteen. What's the big deal?

The big deal was that Fred was older than my father. "Oh, Liz Angel, you are beautiful." Yes, my knees were apart and Fred could see all of me. I blushed. I blushed from the top of my head to those 4" heels.

Fred started kissing me. Not my pussy. He kissed me from my left knee all the way up to . . . and then he started at right knee and kissed all the way up to . . .

He kept doing that but each time spent more and more time on my upper thighs. He got closer and closer to where I expected, and the closer he got the more anxious, apprehensive, nervous I got. MaryAnn's words of disgust at being eaten went through my mind.

Then Fred started. Oh my God, MaryAnn could not have been more wrong. He didn't even get to where my fingers made me swoon, and I was already over the moon. His tongue was massaging my slit and my pussy hole. It felt sooooooo good.

"Liz Angel, you are the sweetest."

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh. Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, your tongue, Fred oh your tongue."

Fred, for I don't know how long, tongue massaged my pussy.

Oh, and by the way, just like he didn't call my breasts tits, he didn't call what he was doing eating my pussy, he didn't call it anything, but he was eating my pussy and I thought it was the greatest thing ever.

It was the greatest thing ever until his tongue found its way to my clitoris.

Have you ever . . . no, I'm sure you haven't. No one has. No one could possibly make me feel like Fred's tongue made me feel. I came all the time when I masturbated, but those orgasms weren't anything like what Fred was doing to me.

Not once, not twice. By the third time, I was begging, "Fred, please, take me to bed. Fuck me with your big cock. I need you to fuck me."

All the fucking I'd done, I'd never begged a guy to fuck me. We just fucked.

Now, I was begging Fred. "Are you sure? Because you're so delicious, I could keep going," Fred mumbled.

"No, no, no, please, take me to bed." This time, it wasn't just my words. I stood up. For a moment, Fred wouldn't let me go. His hands grabbed my ass and he rubbed his face in my bush. I giggled and held his head for a moment. "You need to fuck me, Fred."

Then I walked naked into the main part of Fred's house and looked around for his bedroom.

I left Fred on his knees in front of the couch. He must have looked silly kneeling there in his boxers sporting that huge erection.

I found a bedroom, took off those 4" heels, and lay on top of the bed with my legs spread. I was so ready to get fucked.

It took Fred a few minutes, but it wasn't too long before he followed me. He took off his boxers and joined me.

Our embrace soon had him on top of me. "I have lube and condoms somewhere."

"No, no, fuck me. I want it. I can take it. Give me that big cock."

When I was fucking boys my own age, they'd get on top of me, ram in it there and we would just fuck the shit out of each other.

It wasn't like that with Fred. His tongue helped well-lubricate my pussy. Still, he moved very slowly. I wasn't used to that. I started moving my ass, anxious for more. "Take it easy, Liz, you'll get what you need in due time, but I have to tell you, I've never tasted a woman so sweet."

Could a girl ask for more? I guess I only heard the second part of what Fred said. I continued moving my ass trying to take more. "Please Fred, give me your cock; after what your tongue did to me, I need it. I've never felt like this before."

Oh, and that big cock was stretching my pussy like nothing before. One of my firsts, a high school boy, tried to stick his whole hand up there. That was painful. This was heavenly.

Once Fred was all the way in, I thought for sure he'd fuck me hard.

Nope, he just continued at the same pace while I writhed underneath him. All the while whispering in my ear. "Liz, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever been with."

"You have the most perfect breasts. Thank you for allowing me to enjoy them."

"Liz Angel, I probably haven't told you in the last few minutes you have the sweetest taste."

I could get used to that.

However, I was having trouble getting used to fucking at this slow pace. Finally, it occurred to me that Fred was letting me fuck him. I had to admit, I was. I was bouncing, humping, my legs were on his back; my legs were bent with my knees up to my chest, my legs were doing the bicycle thing that those high school and college boys seem to like.

Meanwhile Fred's big cock was slowly going in and out; reaching places no cock had been before. Then he grabbed me by the ankles and spread my legs as far apart as possible. He didn't fuck me any harder. He was looking down at me, "My God Liz, you are more beautiful than I thought." Yes, like this he could see all of me.

"Fred, tell me again how sweet my pussy tasted." I liked hearing that; I liked it a lot.

"Liz, I've never enjoyed the taste of a woman so much. I'll tell you that all the time, if you'll let me taste you."

"Yes, oh yes, Fred, it's yours any time." I meant it.

You'll notice Fred still didn't use the word pussy or any other euphemism. Some of the guys I'd fucked, used the word pussy all the time, which I didn't mind. I used it myself in bed.

There had been one or two who said something like, "I love fucking your cunt, Lizzie." Maybe they thought that turned me on. Those guys never fucked my anything again.

It took the longest time. It was the best time, but finally Fred came. We snuggled and fell asleep in each other's arms. I whispered, "if you'll let me stay, I'd love you to fuck me again in the morning."

He didn't say anything. I think he was already half asleep, but he did wrap his arms around me. I'd have to get used to this. Most of the young guys, no, all of the young guys I'd been with were ready for a second go in an hour or so.

In the morning, I took a shower. I found my thong; it was still damp. I smiled at the thought.

After showering, I crawled back to bed; Fred was just waking up. "Good morning, and thank you for the most amazing night." I kissed him on the cheek.

He looked around and started laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Last night, you were so anxious, you found my guest room. This isn't my bedroom."

I laughed, too. "Apparently you were just as anxious. You followed me."

"Come with me." Naked, with that big cock dangling in front of him, he led me to his master bedroom. "This is where I should have made love to you."

There was a king-size bed. I plopped down on it, legs spread. "Well, then you'll just have to make up for it this morning," I laughed. "We can pretend last night didn't count. Make love to me, Fred."

"Let me get washed up first."

I laughed, "I promise, I'll be right here when you get back."

When he came back, I was still on the bed with my legs spread. "Fred, last night, you told me I had the sweetest pussy. I'm all yours, but I'd like you to do me again like that."

Fred started on my breasts. He was just as gentle as last night, and his hands, mouth, lips and tongue felt just as good. He spent a long time on them. I'm not complaining, but I was anxious. Remember, last night was the first time I'd ever been eaten. Did I mention that MaryAnn could not have been more wrong?

Once he finished with my breasts and started kissing my stomach, I pushed his head down. "Please, Fred. I want your tongue."

Last night, I thought I might be dreaming. I wasn't. Fred's tongue was the most marvelous thing. He licked me and I could feel his tongue going up and down my slit and trying to get in my pussy hole. "Please, Fred. You know where I want your tongue."

My begging worked. He started on my clitoris and I was in heaven. Last night wasn't a dream. I had orgasm after orgasm, I begged him to fuck me. I begged him to keep eating me. Fred mumbled, "Liz Angel, you taste delicious this morning."

I was surprised when he stopped. I thought he'd get on top of me. He didn't. "Let's try it like this." He rolled me on top of him.

With those high school and college guys, I'd always been on my back. I'd never done it any other way. I wasn't sure how, but in a minute I had his cock, which was harder than hard, in my hand and was guiding it inside me. "Take it slow, Liz. Don't rush it." I thought he was telling me that he might cum. After last night, I didn't think that was going to happen so soon, given his age.

There was nothing like it when I was completely impaled on his cock. It felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. "Get used to it, Liz."

Oh, I was going to get used to it. I'd want to fuck like this all the time. It must have been natural.

It certainly was involuntary. I started to bounce. Fred's hands; his gentle hands were all over my breasts. I was moaning and sighing. I took his hands away, and put mine over my head. It was like I was dancing with a huge pole up my pussy, which I was.

"Fred, last night you told me I have the most beautiful breasts. Are they beautiful this morning?"

Yes, I wanted to hear it and I wanted him to look at them. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist until now. "look at them," Fred, I thought, "tell me they're beautiful."

"I've never enjoyed more beautiful ones, and let me tell you, you were more tasty than last night."

"Fred, say it. Tell me I have a sweet pussy." I was still bouncing and Fred's eyes were glued to my bouncing breasts. I liked that.

"I didn't want you to think I was some crass high school kid."

"Please, Fred. Tell me."

"Liz Angel, you have the sweetest pussy."

"Thank you, Fred. And my titties. Do you like my titties? Are they beautiful?" My arms were still above my head. He had an unobstructed view.

"Oh yeah." He sat up and put his arms around me. Kissed my nipples, and we fucked like that. I pushed him back down, and bounced like never before on that enormous cock. He had a big smile on his face.

If I thought about it, which I didn't at the time, like last night, I was fucking him. It was marvelous.

After he came, I fell on top of him and we dozed off together. It was almost noon before we got up. We were standing by the bed, both naked, "Fred, last night, you offered me a nightcap. I thought it was very rude of you to give me only a half a nightcap. You don't suppose you could give me the other half tonight?" I had my arms around his neck.

"You play dirty. You're asking me that with those beautiful breasts almost in my face."

"Titties, Fred, titties."

"Yes, well, titties. I suppose I do owe you a full nightcap."

Naked, I peeked out the back slider. "You're pool looks secluded. I wonder . . ."

"Sure, you can." He'd read my mind. "You can go skinny dipping. It's going to be hotter than hell this afternoon."

I didn't hesitate and soon I was up to my neck in the refreshing water. Then Fred joined me. My heart skipped a beat as he walked to the shallow end; that big cock which had given me so much pleasure dangling in front of him.

I'd never noticed his balls before. They hung down behind his cock, almost as far. Later, I'd have to pay special attention to them. I'd never really spent much time playing with balls. There was one guy I could feel them slapping against my ass as we fucked.

Last night, I was so entranced with what Fred's big cock was doing to me, that I never thought about them.

As Fred stepped in, I swam to the shallow end and stood up. "If you're trying to entice me with those lovely breasts, you're doing a good job," he laughed as he joined me and I put my arms around his neck.

That's exactly what I was trying to do. The truth was I was ready to get fucked again, but even high school and college boys likely wouldn't be ready again this soon. "You caught me. You can't blame a girl for trying." I put one of Fred's hand on my breast as we waded into deeper water.

We spent much of the afternoon in the pool, usually clinging to each other. Whenever we came together, I guided one of Fred's hands to my breasts. His hands felt so good, and maybe he'd get the hint that I was ready whenever he was.

"Fred, how about this, how about we order Chinese? You know after Chinese people are hungry again, maybe you'll be hungry."

"Hungry for your sweetness?"

"Oh Fred, you're such an old fuddy-duddy. Hungry for my pussy," I giggled, put my arms around him and rubbed my tits, not my breasts, against his chest.

I wasn't wrong, after we ate, Fred ate. As before, he was fabulous. "Liz, there's nothing better than something sweet after Chinese."

"Fred, are you trying to tell me my pussy is sweet?" I giggled. "You can say it."

"Yes, well, you do have the sweetest . . . ummm pussy."

I pushed his head back down. "Was that so hard? Oh, and Fred, speaking of hard, your tongue is marvelous, but whenever you're ready to give me your magnificent cock, I'm all yours."

Thankfully, Fred's tongue was enjoying my pussy too much. Of course, after two or maybe it was three orgasms, "please Fred. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock, please."

I had to believe that when a twenty-one-year-old girl, that's me, begged a fifty-year-old Fred to fuck her, had to be turned on.

Fred was, but to my everlasting joy, he was turned on by eating me, too. Finally, my begging prevailed.

"Ooooh God, you're so good to me. Could I please get on top like this morning, please."

He laughed, "you like tempting me with your beautiful . . ."

"Tits, Fred, tits. And yes, I loved the feel of riding your big, hard cock."

I did get on top, and slowly guided that cock inside me. Just like last night, the farther it went in, the bigger my eyes got. "Oooooooooooooh, oooooooooooooh, ooooooooooooh. Fred, there's so much and it's all for me."

I slowly rode it. I didn't bounce like I did last night. Fred seemed to like me going slow. I was young; I thought fast was better. That's the way I'd always fucked. Fred taught me differently. He also taught me the joy of having my pussy eaten. In the future, guys better know how.

I rode it; sometimes leaning forward, giggling as I rubbed my titties in his face. Sometimes sitting straight up with my arms over my head, giving him the perfect view. He could pretend, but I knew he liked looking at them. I mean in the pool his hands were all over them all afternoon.

"Cum for me, Fred. I want to feel you shoot." I started to bounce faster; then faster.

He grunted and groaned.

"That's it, baby. Fill my pussy up."

Like last night, we slept in each other's arms.

I was awake first. Rather than take a shower, I quietly went outside and waded into the pool. It felt so good. And it did wake me up.

I thought about what I wanted to happen today. It was Sunday; I had to work tomorrow. It would be our last day together until . . . I didn't know, but Fred could have me anytime he wanted and any way he wanted.

That led me to a decision. I dried off and went back in the house. Fred was just getting out of the shower. "I hope you want more this morning. All night I dreamed of what you might do to me." I laughed.

"Do you know how old I am?" He asked as he joined me in bed.

"I think last night, I did most of the work," I giggled thinking of riding that big cock.

Then I scooted down toward the bottom of the bed. If you recall, I said I'd never given a blowjob. I'd sucked a cock (more than one) but only as foreplay. I'd never let a guy cum in my mouth. When I started having sex, I'd give a guy a hand job, and watch him cum. That disgusting stuff was not going in my mouth.

This morning was different. I wanted and fully intended to blow Fred. I fully intended to swallow whatever he gave me. "Fred, I'm new at this, be patient with me."

He just smiled.

I was sure I wasn't very good, and I couldn't get much of that monster cock in my mouth. Not only did I suck, but I licked it all over. I played with those huge balls, using my lips, mouth and tongue. I told him how good his cock had been to me. I told him how much I loved the way he made love to me. I told him how much I loved the way he ate me. My pussy was his anytime.

When I got to seriously blowing him, I only got an inch or so beyond his circumcised head in my mouth. I sucked, but I also wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and jerked him off. I was sure that he'd had far better and there'd been women who could take a lot more.

Momentarily I took it out, "Fred, if you'll let me practice and practice, I promise I'll keep blowing you until I can take it all."

He just smiled and pushed my head back down. I was eager to make him cum.

I didn't expect much cum and there wasn't, but I enjoyed every little drop. I didn't think it was disgusting; "Fred, you have the most delicious cock."

Just after dark, he drove me home. I made sure he had my phone number. As I got out of the car, and kissed him good-bye I reminded him that I was his anytime he wanted it.

I had stars in my eyes. I had stars in my eyes when I walked into my apartment. MaryAnn didn't have to ask how my ‘date' was. Monday, at the hospital, Marsha didn't have to ask how my ‘date' was. The other nurses I worked with didn't have to ask how my weekend was.

I was walking on air. I was waiting anxiously for his call.

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