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She sat on my lap. "That's the thing, I want to know you better. Sam, you can start by getting to know my titties. You do like them, don't you?" She took my hand and put it on her breast.

"What's not to like?" I softly caressed her. "I'll tell you what, I am a little too old for this in a college dorm room, but I only live ten, maybe fifteen minutes from here. Come home with me. I'll feel more comfortable."

"Ummm, Sam, like I said I'm looking for a guy who knows stuff. Like fucking. Guys my age don't know how and they don't appreciate a good blowjob and they know nothing about pussy eating. Do you know that stuff?"

"There's only one way for you to find out. You should bring your toothbrush."

"I should probably put my shirt on, too," she laughed. Sharee grabbed her knapsack and stuffed it with things, including her toothbrush. "Okay, let's go."

We talked about school, where we were from and what I did. I told her about teaching ESL but not my encounters with all those women.

"You live here? In this big house all by yourself?" I explained that my "aunt" left it to me. Mrs. Hamlin was the farthest thing from my aunt, but young Sharee didn't have to know that.

She wandered around. "Ah, this is what I'm looking for." She'd found my bedroom. "Sam, I'm ready to resume where we left off." She didn't hesitate to take off her shirt. I could only marvel at those perfect tits.

Sharee didn't stop. Her jeans came off next. She only had her thong on. That didn't last long either. "Sam, when I asked if you knew stuff, I meant do you know how to eat pussy?"

That thong came off, and Sharee sat on the edge of my bed. Legs spread wide. "I'm not a virgin, but my pussy has never had a tongue. Please, Sam."

Of course, I stared. I'd read that a lot of girls her age shaved or got a wax. Sharee was like Lucinda's Mexican hairless and Monika's aged, but bare German pussy. Smooth as the skin on those gorgeous tits with fat puffy labia majora. It looked like her clitoris was extended beyond those lips.

What's a guy to do?

This was new to me. I'd never been with a girl so young. Sandy Phillips in high school doesn't count, right? The fact was Sharee was at least twenty-five years younger than any woman I'd been with, and almost fifty years younger than Mrs. Hamlin.

I got on my knees. "Sharee, I don't have much experience," I lied, "but you have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen."

"You're not just saying that? You don't have to talk me into anything. My pussy is yours. Eat it, Sam, please."

I took it slow; Sharee didn't seem like the kind of girl that would be easily frightened, but I didn't want to go crazy on her clitoris right away and drive her away.

I took it slow for a while. "Sharee, you have the most luscious pussy. I've never eaten a pussy so beautiful; so delicious." Then I did something that I thought for sure she'd like. As my tongue licked her slit, "Sharee, thank you for this wonderful gift."

She must have thought I was a wacko for thanking her for letting me eat her pussy.

Then my tongue started on her clitoris. Yes, it was larger than most and as it turned out, more sensitive, too."

"Ooooooooooh, oooooooooooooh, oooooooooooh, God. My pussy, Sam, My pussy, ooooooooh my pussy." Sharee fucked my face. I think it was the first orgasm she'd ever had. Looking up, her face was red. She took my head in her hands and pressed it against those smooth pussy lips. "More, Sam, give me more. I want to feel like that again."

Naturally I complied. I complied again and again, just liked I'd done to Frau Schmidt. "Sam, you have to fuck me. My pussy is so ready. My pussy needs your cock."

Sharee was just as animated when I got on top and started to push in. "Oh my, Sam, my pussy's being stretched. I've never felt anything so big."

"If I'm hurting you, I'll stop."

"Don't you dare stop. I need you to fuck me."

Everyone I'd fucked had far more experience than Sharee, but there's something to be said for being young, limber and flexible. She may not have the experience, but Sharee could move her body like those older women could only dream of. It was a great, great fuck.

"Sam, thank you. This is the best night ever."

"No, thank you. I've never eaten a pussy as sweet, and you were the best fuck."

Two hours later, we were both ready for more. I wanted to eat more of that sweet pussy. Sharee wanted to fuck. We did both.

I started by going down on her. I think that shocked her. "Do you want me to wash it good? It's all yucky from before."

I remembered something Frau Schmidt said. "Sharee, the best way to have your pussy cleaned is with my tongue."

"Oh Sam, yes, eat it. Lick my pussy clean."

Later: "Sam, I hope this isn't too much to ask. Can I stay the night? I want more in the morning. I want more of your tongue. I want more of your cock. I've only given a few blowjobs, but if you want, I'll suck your cock."

I smiled. "Of course you can stay. Remember, I suggested you bring your toothbrush. We'll see about the blowjob in the morning."

You know what I prefer, but in the morning, Sharee insisted on sucking my cock. "You mean, you had this gigantic thing inside me?"

"Twice, if I recall," I laughed.

"My God, how did it fit?"

"Are you complaining?"

"No, no, but it's going to take some work to get it to fit in my mouth."

"Sharee, sex should never be work. You don't have to. In fact, I was hoping you'd let me eat you."

"Sam, be honest. The young guys I've encouraged to eat me, claim my pussy smells funny. Like dead fish. Does my pussy smell bad?"

I'd heard that way back in high school, but none of the older women I'd been with ever brought it up and that never occurred to me. I just ate.

"Sharee, don't be silly. Let me show you what I think of your pussy. Come with me."

I led her to the living room chair where I'd spent hours and hours servicing Mrs. Hamlin's pussy. When she sat in that chair with her legs over the arms, I knelt on the floor. "First, let me tell you. Your pussy is beautiful, As beautiful as I've ever seen. Secondly," I brought my face right to her pussy. I think she thought I was going to start eating her, but instead I put my nose almost against her slit, "you smell like a fresh rose." I inhaled deeply and held my nose there for almost a minute. "Thirdly," my tongue started licking her slit, "you're delicious."

"Thank you, Sam. I've always been self-conscious about that."

Always? She was nineteen. How long was always?

After a few minutes of tonguing her slit and her pussy hole, I used my tongue on Sharee's clitoris, and just like last night she went crazy. "Ooooooooh, Sam, ooooooooooooh, yes, oooooh yes, do my pussy just like that. Ooooooooooh yeah, oooooooh yeah. You make my pussy so happy. Keep eating me, Sam."

Thankfully, it was a Saturday and neither of us had classes. Like I had with Mrs. Hamlin, I spent the morning eating. Well, not exactly. After a number of orgasms, Sharee insisted, demanded is a better word, that we fuck.

In bed, we banged away. I rolled her on top. She'd never fucked like that before. Her eyes got big as she impaled herself on my now incredibly hard cock. "Aaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaw, aaaaaw."

"That's it, bounce, Sharee. Bounce on my cock." It took her a few minutes to get in the swing of things, but once she did, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that she was nineteen.

Sharee was bouncing, making orgasmic noises and her smile could not have been any bigger. I did what I'd often done with Frau Schmidt. "Here, let's do this." I helped her off my cock. "Fuck my face like you've been fucking my cock."

I had her kneel over my face. At first Sharee was a little confused, but once she started, "lick my pussy, Sam, lick it good." She was sliding up and down my face and made herself cum; more than once.

I didn't drive Sharee back to campus until Sunday afternoon. I don't think I could have cum one more time. My tongue was worn out, too.

Sharee admitted that she had not picked me up in the cafeteria randomly. "Sam, my roommate is fucking one of her professors. He's much older than you, but she praises the things his tongue does to her pussy. She goes on and on about getting eaten, and she always has a smile on her face."

"Having your pussy eaten will do that to a girl."

"It's certainly doing it for me. Anyhow, I could not have been more jealous. I wanted what she was getting. I'd been looking around, and I saw you a number of times. Older, but not old. Not like the professor my roommate is fucking. Sam, if you'll have me, I'd like to see you again. I promise I won't be a nag."

"I'd like you to nag me. Sam, my pussy hasn't been eaten in an hour. Sam, my period will be over tonight, I hope your tongue is ready. Sam, lick my pussy clean. Nothing cleans my pussy like your tongue."

"Oh, that kind of nagging. You can count on that, and fucking, too. Don't forget blowjobs. I want to feel your cock all the way down my throat. At least let me try."

We started seeing each other. This was new to me; I mean a nineteen-year-old. Sharee made few demands other than eat me, fuck me, let me blow you.

Of course, I was partial to the eat me part. When she was laying on top of the bed, I'd kiss her all over, slowly working my way down. I spent a lot of time on those majestic tits; more time than I had with any of those older women. Mrs. Hamlin and Belinda's were bigger, but none as perfect as Sharee's. On the way down, I skipped her pussy and kiss all the way down to her ankle and then up the other leg.

By the time I got to her pussy, "Sam, you have me so wet. My pussy is juicy; I'm dripping. Eat me."

"You mean lick my pussy. Lick up all my girly cream."

"Sam, you know how much that turns me on. Do my clitoris, Sam. Make me cum."

Sharee learned to love riding my cock. And to my every lasting joy, she loved riding my face. I didn't mention Frau Schmidt, but I did teach her to squat over my face, letting my cum drip out. "I think there's some still in there, Sam. You're going to have to lick it clean." She laughed, then rubbed her pussy in my face.

Sharee's pussy was always bare. I never felt even the hint of stubble.

You know that I can take or leave blowjobs, but Sharee liked to suck. I know, I know, it's hard to complain. She insisted, and it was hard to resist the smile on her face. "Sam, she laughed, "my period just started. It's blowjob week. I hope your cock is ready. My mouth is salivating over the thought of your cock for almost a whole week. Why don't you get undressed?"

At the end of her sophomore year, Sharee move into my home; Mrs. Hamlin's old home. I finished my Master's; I insisted that she complete her degree.

Speaking of Mrs. Hamlin, every week or so, I stopped into her Senior Citizens' apartment to see how she was doing. I wanted to make sure she was being treated well. Mostly, we talked about mundane things; occasionally she wanted to reminisce. "Sam, close the door, I want you tell me about the good times you spent on your knees."

She always asked if I was seeing anyone and made it clear that if there was someone special, she'd like to meet her.

Yes, Sharee McIntosh was special. I invited her to join me when I visited Mrs. Hamlin. They got along splendidly, although to be fair, Sharee was taken aback when Mrs. Hamlin began to ask her about our sex life. "You certainly are pretty enough. Sam, likes them pretty. Sam, is she tasty?"

I thought Sharee would die.

"Ummm . . ."

"Of course, she is. You wouldn't be with her if she wasn't. Now, Sharee, Sam may not have told you, but when he was about your age, I taught him everything he knows about pussy eating. I hope he takes good care of yours. I can tell you; he took care of mine for years and years. Damn, Sam likes to eat."

Sharee blushed, and sat there silently; having no idea what to say. "You're a skinny girl. Does it hurt when he gives it to you? Even my big old pussy was stretched out by that monster cock he carries around. I got used to it though. It gave me so much pleasure. So did his tongue. Does he have you sit in the chair by the fireplace? That was my favorite place; his too."

Sharee mumbled, "I like sitting by the fireplace."

"That reminds me, it took a while but my mouth learned to accommodate him. I suggest that you practice and not just when you're bleeding."

Sharee could only nod; not really believing Mrs. Hamlin's conversation.

"You know Sam would much rather eat pussy than get a blowjob. I let him eat as much as he wanted, you should, too. I hope Sam loves your pussy as much as he loved mine."

As soon as we were back in the car, "Sam, does that old lady have dementia or something. It sounded like she was talking nonsense. My grandmother talked like that old lady."

I didn't say much, but when we got home, "Sharee, Mrs. Hamlin doesn't have dementia, in fact everything she said was true. Now, wouldn't you like me to show you what she taught me?"

"You mean she really taught you how to eat pussy?" Sharee was starting to get undressed.

"Everything I know she taught me."

"She said something about sitting in the chair by the fireplace. That's your favorite, right?"

"Hopefully, it'll be yours."

The next hour or so was pussy eating heaven. "Ooooooooh, ooooooooh, ooooooh God, Sam, your tongue is extraordinary today. Oooooooooh I'm cummming. Oh Sam, I'm cumming. Oooooooh, Sam." She held my head in her hands.

"Thank you, Sam. I should go visit Mrs. Hamlin and bring her flowers."

"You should thank her. She'll know why. It'll bring a smile to her face."

A week later, Sharee did visit Mrs. Hamlin. I wasn't with her, but later sitting with her legs spread by the fireplace, she told me all about it. She did bring flowers. "What are these for?"

"Mrs. Hamlin, it's just my way of saying thank you."

"Oh, so Sam eats your pussy good?"

"Mrs. Hamlin, I have to admit Sam loves to eat my pussy. Thank you for everything you taught him."

"Sharee, here's a little secret. Sam doesn't just like to eat your pussy. He loved mine, too. Sam loves to eat pussy."

Yes, I do.

THE END

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