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I'd get on my knees.

"Your cunt looks so inviting today. Thank you for allowing me to eat your delicious cunt." I stayed busy for the next hour; sometimes more.

She insisted that I thank her before I started, and thank her when I finished.

Other than my tongue in her cunt, Frau Schmidt, once or twice a week, usually on the weekend, liked to ride my cock. "Sam, my cunt needs your cock this morning."

It didn't take much for me to get hard. Just the thought of getting fucked had my cock rising. With Frau Schmidt there was no foreplay. She mounted me, and quickly took all of it. "That's what my cunt needs." Then she'd begin to ride it; bouncing up and down.

"Ja, ja, ja, ja. Oh Sam, your cock feels so good up my cunt. Stay hard for me. I need you to stay hard all morning while my cunt gets what it needs."

Frau Schmidt never joked. When she said all morning; she meant all morning. Between the vitamins and the Viagra, my cock accommodated her.

"Now Sam, you can cum anytime you're ready. My cunt is waiting." It was a command. That's who Frau Schmidt was. I didn't mind; not at all. I thanked her for fucking me, too.

Invariably, Frau Schmidt would get off me when I finished and kneel or squat over my face. Rubbing her cum filled pussy all over my face as she'd fucked it; my face that is. Or letting my cum drip on my face. She laughed, "you sure do shoot a lot. Your face is almost covered. I'm sure there's still some in there. Lick my cunt clean."

"That's a good boy. Sam, there's nothing I like better than having a clean cunt, and nothing makes my cunt feel cleaner than your tongue."

I stayed with Frau Schmidt for two years. She found odd jobs for me to do, but my primary job was to make sure her pussy was always satisfied. To my delight, it was insatiable and in constant need of attention.

Once a month or so, Frau Schmidt would take me to a party or something. She introduced me as "this is my friend Sam." To women her age, she would whisper, "he's more than a friend, his tongue takes good care of my pussy. Real good care." Even Frau Schmidt didn't use cunt in public.

The day after one of these parties, Frau Schmidt had a visitor. "Sam, you remember Frau Schaeffer, her husband owns the largest shopping mall in all of Germany."

"Yes, of course. We met last night." Since we had a visitor I was dressed.

"Frau Schmidt, I'll get right to the point. Herr Schaeffer is so busy with his work that he has no time for me," said the woman who may have been eight or nine years older than Helga Schmidt.

"I'm not sure how I can be of help."

"What would it take for you to make Sam available to me?"

I was shocked. I think Frau Schmidt was shocked. "Frau Schaeffer, what are you suggesting?"

"You did say, let's see if I remember the exact quote, his tongue takes good care of my pussy. Real good care. I'm sure Sam could take good care of my pussy, too."

Not that I was bored with Frau Schmidt, but I'd always enjoyed a little variety. Remember, back in Malibu I was doing Lee-Lee and Belinda, and crossing the border for Lucinda's Mexican hairless.

There was a reason every six months I took a new assignment. I looked Frau Schaeffer up and down, discreetly of course. She was well-dressed. Her blazer hid her breasts, but her skirt was tight against her ass. Her hair was blonde, but at her age, I was sure her hairdresser made that happen.

"Frau Schaeffer, my school could use some renovations, an addition and funds to hire a few more teachers."

I couldn't believe my ears. They were negotiating the price of my tongue.

"That sounds reasonable. I will have my attorney draw up the papers for the work and funds your school requires. Once the papers are signed, your boy will be my guest, perhaps once a month or every six weeks at my weekend house in the country."

"I agree. I'm sure Sam will too. Won't you, Sam?"

"Yes, Frau Schmidt. Nice to meet you Frau Schaeffer."

A month later, I was on my way in a private car to Frau Schaeffer's country home. She was already there and came out to greet me. "Welcome, Sam. The driver, maid and chef will be gone shortly. After the long drive, would you like to take a shower? I'm not as formal as Frau Schmidt, please call me Monika."

I'd only been in the shower a minute when, "Sam, I hope you don't mind. I'd like to see what I've purchased."

It was one of those walk-in glass showers. I turned away from her, "Frau Schaeffer!!!!!"

"Don't be so prudish. Give me a moment, and I'll join you. Still looking over my shoulder, I watched Monika Schaeffer strip naked, open the shower door and join me. For her age, actually, for a woman two decades younger, she had a stunning body.

I don't know anything about plastic surgery, but those titties and her ass looked sculpted. I couldn't help but notice that like my old Mexican love, Lucinda, Monika was hairless. I was to learn there isn't much difference between German hairless and Mexican hairless.

"Sam, I hope you'll forgive me for a bit of deception. I paid for your tongue, but I want more, and it looks to me that you have so much more. "

Monika got on her knees. "Sam, I got married when I was twenty-two. My husband married me for the things my mouth could do. It's been ages since he was interested. Let me give you a demonstration of what my mouth is capable of."

While she was talking, she was playing and stroking my cock. It was no longer dangling between my legs. "My husband never had anything like this. It's magnificent."

Frau Schaeffer didn't hesitate to put my cock in her mouth, and over the next fifteen minutes, although unlike Belinda, she couldn't take all of it, proved to be a talented, enthusiastic and very skillful cocksucker. I'm talking about a woman in her sixties.

It ended fifteen minutes later. No, I didn't cum. "Sam, as you can tell, my mouth already loves your cock. I'm sure my pussy will too. Let's get dried off. I haven't been fucked since you were in diapers."

"I'm hoping your pussy loves my tongue, too."

"Oh, Sam, sucking your cock and looking forward to fucking, almost made me forget why I brought you here."

If Monika hadn't been fucked since I was a baby, there was no evidence of it. She wanted me to fuck her, but the reality was that she fucked my cock as good as any fuck I'd ever had. That perfect ass rolled and bounced on the bed. Her hips and legs were in constant motion.

I wasn't an innocent by-stander. "Yes, oh yes, Sam fuck me. Fuck my pussy with that big cock. Keep ramming it into my pussy. My pussy wants more cock. Give me more cock. Give it to me."

Over the next hour, I was on top, Monika was on top, I was behind her. We kept going until she was on her back again and I was holding her by the ankles; her legs spread wide. "Monika, your pussy looks beautiful, I'll bet it's delicious, Let me eat it."

"Yes, Sam eat it. Eat my pussy."

I can't remember a woman with a juicier pussy than Monika Schaeffer. She was juicy when I started licking her; she seemed to get juicier the more I ate, especially when my tongue did her little button. "Your tongue, Sam, oh your tongue. Ooooooooooh, ooooooooooh, Monika's pussy loves your tongue."

I kept eating. "Sam, I'm almost old enough to be your grandmother; you make my pussy feel so young. Lick it, Sam, fuck my pussy hole with your tongue."

"Your pussy is so sweet. I could eat it all night."

"No, you can't. My mouth wants it again. Let me suck it, Sam. Please. You can have more of my pussy later, but right now I'm salivating for your cock."

Monika Schaeffer sure liked to suck.

Frau Schmidt wanted me to give Frau Schaeffer my very best. She wanted Monika to be envious of what Frau Schmidt was getting all the time. She made sure I didn't cum for a week before my rendezvous with Monika Schaeffer.

I was still it my twenties. I spurted, then spurted some more and then some more. After swallowing it all, "my God, Sam; you're like a fire hose. I hope you can do that again."

"I'm not sure about that, but I am sure, I can eat your delicious pussy again."

"I know men. I'm sure even young men need a while to recuperate."

I dozed; Monika took a shower and two hours later, "Sam, I hope I've made my pussy inviting for your tongue. Come with me."

The big country house had a library. "Sam, Frau Schmidt told me that you were at your best on your knees." She sat in a chair, her legs over the arms, a fire in the fireplace. Frau Schmidt had described to her in exact detail this setting. Momentarily I was embarrassed that she'd shared such intimate details of our relationship.

"Sam, when I was first married, my husband convinced me that if I got rid of my pubic hair, he'd give my pussy all the attention I could handle. He did, until the children came along. Since then, he's been completely disinterested and I haven't bothered to take care of it. Two years ago, I got a wax after all these years. I let my husband know as many ways as possible that it was all his. I'd lay on top of the bed, naked, legs spread. I walked around naked. I sat in this very chair, reading, my legs just like this. No interest. Sam, show some interest in my pussy, please."

Once a month, or maybe every six weeks, Monika's driver would pick me up and drive me to that country house. Although my tongue might have just left Frau Schmidt's cunt, I was looking forward to Monika's bare delightful pussy.

On the other hand, Monika was anxiously awaiting the opportunity to suck my cock. "Sam, it's the biggest, fattest cock I've ever had, and in my day, I've had lots of cock. And the fact that I can still excite a boy your age with my mouth is an added bonus. Lick my pussy; it's so juicy from sucking your cock."

Frau Schmidt wanted to know how my weekend with Monika was. I wasn't into comparing. "Come sit by the fire, let me show you how much I missed your delicious cunt."

TO BE CONTINUED

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