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although, "EJ, I liked sucking your cock. I hope to see you again, and I promise, I'll suck it and suck it until I please you." That was the pattern he'd established over the past five years. One-night stands were stress-free. Relationships were complicated.

The following week he had a date with Mrs. Davis, who sucked and sucked, but insisted on getting fucked. Their relationship was uncomplicated. She wanted to suck his cock and he let her. That was it; the occasional fuck was the price of her blowjobs which became better and better. Her enthusiasm never waned, and her stamina, whether sucking or fucking, rivaled some of those twenty-year-olds.

When they finished fucking on this particular afternoon, "EJ, you know I can't get enough of your cock, and I'm aware that's all I am to you. I'm okay with that, but I have a friend my age who is in dire need of a good fucking. Could I prevail upon you to accommodate her?"

"She's your age?"

"Maybe, a few years older, but I assure you that she'll give you anything you want."

"You know I like blowjobs."

"I'll be sure to let her know. And just so you don't become too attached to her, I love blowjobs too."

An hour later, Mrs. Davis was on her knees, "hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," she sucked and sucked. EJ smiled down at her. Yes, she certainly did like blowjobs.

Two days later, Lenora had lunch with Adriana Cook. "What did your friend say?" She was anxious.

Lenora Davis wasn't anxious. She'd been giving it a lot of thought. If she told Adriana what EJ liked, the woman wasn't stupid, she'd know that Lenora was sucking EJ's cock. They were friends, good friends, but they didn't know each other that well. How embarrassing; after all, she was a lady, who exuded class and had a reputation to maintain.

"Well, he did say he'd be interested, but there are certain things he enjoys."

"Lenora, do you know how long it's been? I'd do anything."

"Adriana, when you say anything, do you mean anything?"

"Yes, Lenora, I'm a lady, I won't go into detail, but anything goes."

Inside, Lenora was smiling. When she was first married, Adam suggested that he fuck her ass. It was painful and she didn't like it. "Adam, we won't be doing that again. My pussy will always be available, and my mouth, but no, not my ass."

Lenora was trying not to laugh, thinking of EJ fucking Adriana's ass with that monster cock. Mrs. Cook wasn't a big woman; he might kill her. She was certain that when Adriana said anything, she didn't really mean ANYTHING!!!!

Adriana Cook was a petite 5' 3" blonde who at her age wasn't a real blonde. Her home overlooked the 16th green of the club. Although, she loved fresh air, she rarely opened her windows. The language of the golfers when they missed a putt was clear as a bell. Words like ‘motherfucker' and ‘cocksucker' could be clearly heard. There were times the grandchildren were visiting.

Cocksucking, that's how she interpreted Lenora's ‘what he enjoys,' comment. She answered the door wearing a short, sexy, age-appropriate nightie. She didn't mind, didn't mind at all the prospect of cocksucking. In fact, her bright red lipstick signaled her intent and desire.

When Adriana opened the door, she was shocked. Lenora Davis did not tell her who her ‘friend' was; just that he was young and he'd arrive at her home promptly at 1 PM. She was shocked: it was the janitor at the club.

Sure, he'd cleaned up and shaved, but he was the lowly janitor. "Hello, Mrs. Cook, Mrs. Davis sent me."

"Come in," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. A janitor, she thought, how could Lenora stoop so low?

Then she thought about what Lenora told her, without really telling her. "It's EJ, right?"

"Yes ma'am."

She cringed; he called her ma'am. "Well EJ, we both know why you're here. My bedroom is this way;" she took him by the hand.

As they walked down the long hallway to the bedroom, "Lenora is too much of a lady to go into the most intimate details of your relationship, but I got the sense that if you took off your pants, made yourself comfortable in this chair and I got on my knees, we'll get along just fine."

They did; it may have been a while for Mrs. Cook, but she hadn't lost whatever skills she'd acquired as a young woman. Her husband told her on numerous occasions when they first married, "Adriana, let me make it clear that I married you because I can't imagine that I'll ever find a better cocksucker." There was that word again.

Yes, when she got married, she'd already been familiar with numerous cocks and by the time she was twenty-one had an unmatched talent. She'd never met a cock she couldn't swallow. All of it.

Now, she was demonstrating that talent, although to be fair, EJ Rascher's cock was a challenge. Those bright red lips started on his circumcised cockhead and slowly worked their way down. All the while she was looking EJ in the eyes. Eyes that were smiling.

It was something her first lover taught her. She was eighteen and a neighbor, Mr. Lansing seduced her. "Adriana, doing it this way, you won't get pregnant." For months, two, sometimes three times a week, she'd walk over to his house and get on her knees. "Practice, Adriana, practice." Mr. Lansing was big, not as big as EJ Rascher, but big. "Look me in the eyes while you suck. Your eyes tell me your enjoying every inch of my cock."

Right now, she was enjoying every inch of EJ's cock. Not every inch, there were at least two more to go, but she was certain that she'd get there. For a few minutes she took it out and licked the underside of his shaft all the way down to his balls.

Adriana had always enjoyed balls. Starting with Mr. Lansing, she liked stuffing them in her mouth and then using her tongue to play with them. It was Mr. Lansing who first straddled her face, "open wide, Adriana," he said as he dropped his ball sack into her mouth.

It was her husband, on their honeymoon who straddled her face, "now Adriana jerk me off." When he came and his cream spurted up in the air and then on her face, and dribbled into her mouth where her tongue was playing with those balls, she thought that was the greatest thing.

Not really the greatest thing, because there was nothing better than giving her husband an all-world blowjob. In those early years of her marriage, those blowjobs including deep-throating his cock, although that wasn't a word anyone was familiar with yet.

Now, she was doing the same to EJ, the janitor. There'd never been a cock so big. Adriana Cook sucked and sucked, enthusiastically. "Hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm." To catch her breath, she took it out. "I've never enjoyed a cock so much, and Mr. Rascher, never one so big. I'm ready for you to cum for me."

Back in her mouth it went, and this time she didn't stop until EJ finished. Adriana was pleased with her accomplishment. "Thank you, Mr. Rascher, a woman my age doesn't get this kind of thrill very often. I hope in a while; you'll allow me the pleasure of more of your cock."

It was a little more than an hour later that Mrs. Cook was back on her knees and EJ's cock was hard.

Two or three times a month over the next six months, Mrs. Davis would invite him to her bed. Mostly there were blowjobs although Lenora Davis begged EJ to fuck her. Two or three times a month, Adriana Cook would invite him to her bed where there were only blowjobs. Not that he complained.

There were also one weekend a month where he'd check into a fancy Manhattan hotel. Usually, all he needed to do was hang out in the hotel's bar before he'd engage some woman in conversation. Often they were his age. Like Nikki Wilson, who'd come to New York from Scranton with her girlfriend. Her girlfriend met an old friend who took her to his loft apartment in Queens. Nikki was alone at the bar.

She was cute enough, in a high school cheerleader kind of way. She wasn't in high school, but in her first year of secretarial school. There wasn't much excitement in Scranton, although she'd fucked a few boys in high school and wasn't shy about fucking a guy on their first date. There'd been numerous first dates since high school.

Just last month, she'd driven over to Wilkes-Barre with her girlfriend, and after too much to drink, in the back seat of a car, in a bar's parking lot, gave her first blowjob. She didn't remember the guy's name, but in the morning, she still had the taste in her mouth. She smiled as she remembered the feeling of his stiff cock in her mouth.

Now, in the hotel bar, a young, handsome man offered to buy her a drink. Not a guy from Scranton, but a sophisticated New Yorker. Little did she know that EJ was somewhat like her; he wasn't a New Yorker. He was from Nebraska.

She didn't know that, and within minutes decided that if he asked, she'd fuck him. If he didn't ask, she'd make it clear that she was available. Not just fuck him, maybe a blowjob, too. Nikki thought.

It was the best night a girl from Scranton could expect. There was nothing like the way that cock; the biggest ever, fucked her, and to her surprise and joy, he insisted on using his tongue. None of those Scranton or Wilkes-Barre guys offered, and it wasn't on her mind.

Her pussy never felt like this EJ guy's tongue made her feel. The second time that night, they fucked was just as amazing. "EJ, no one's fucked me like this. Keep fucking me."

In the morning, there was no hesitation; Nikki Wilson went down on him. It was the second blowjob she'd ever given. Compared to the other women who blew him, she wasn't very good, but unless a woman bites, is there such a thing as a bad blowjob.

"I'll be in the hotel bar tonight. I'd like to see you again."

He wasn't there. It might get too complicated.

It wasn't just young girls. One Friday night, standing at a mid-town hotel bar, a middle-aged (perhaps mid-forties) woman sat down next to him and engaged him in conversation. "The train to New London isn't running; something about the track being flooded. I might be stuck here all night."

One thing led to another, and Julie from New London thought she struck gold when they got to his room, she pulled down his zipper and took his cock out of his pants. "EJ, I've been married twice, had a few boyfriends and lovers, but I've never . . ."

Julie from New London was anxious to feel it in her mouth. Unlike Nikki from Scranton, it didn't take long for Julie to demonstrate her incredible talent. Her blonde head bobbing up and down as she sucked. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm."

EJ would have been happy with a blowjob, but there was something about her that prompted him to insist on fucking her. At her age, her ass had spread a little and her tits sagged a little, but with that age comes experience. Julie knew how to move that ass, and unlike Nikki and other young women, there wasn't much resistance when his cock tried to enter her. "Oh yeah, EJ, oh yeah, give me that big cock. My pussy is so ready for it."

There was another late-night fuck and then in the morning, "EJ, there's no quit in your cock And my pussy loves it, but I'd like you to finish in my mouth. Let me taste you."

Later, "EJ, the train to New London is probably running, but if you'll have me, I'd like to spend Saturday night and Sunday morning with you."

It was unusual, but Eliot had to admit that Julie was a great, great fuck. What sealed the deal for him, "EJ, if you'll let me stay, I'd like to start and finish you in my mouth all night. I've never had a cock like yours."

She didn't disappoint. Saturday night, late Saturday night, early Sunday morning, Julie from New London proved to be an insatiable cocksucker. Her neck has to be sore and her lips raw, Eliot thought, but she never complained; Julie just sucked. Sunday morning, there was a note: "thank you for a wonderful weekend. I can catch an early train home. My husband will wonder what happened to me."-Julie

Some women can't help themselves. They just have to share their good fortune. It happened that way with Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Cook. For the past decade, their colleague at the club Mrs. Marlene Vanderwahl made it known to everyone that she had a series of teenage lovers (legal, but still teenagers). Although married, she paraded whoever the flavor of the month was around at club events.

Often times weekends were spent with one of "her boys." Boys, some of whom were barely eighteen. Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Cook called them behind her back "her toys," After a weekend with one or more of them, she couldn't sit down. Lenora and Adriana smiled when they saw her standing at the bar in the club. Other times, her lips were so raw, they bled and Mrs. Vanderwahl refused to be seen in public.

The Vanderwahls had been among the first Dutch settlers in New York. In fact, the very land the club sat on had once been part of land granted to the then Van Der Wahl by the King. The current Mrs. Vanderwahl let everyone know that, too.

However, for the past year, she'd been without male companionship and over martinis lamented her drought. "Lenora, Adriana, I've noticed that the janitor, whatsisname, makes numerous visits to your homes. Do you have some maintenance issues or does he take care of other things? You know what I mean," she smiled.

Not only did Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Cook throw EJ in Marlene's face, but they also felt sorry for her. They were getting as much cock as they could handle. They were certain that young EJ wouldn't complain about more pussy. They introduced her to him. It didn't work out the way any of them expected, including EJ Rascher. When Marlene Vanderwahl got him in bed, she wouldn't let him leave until he no longer shot any cum and his cock, no matter her effort, could not get hard.

Speaking of effort, Marlene's pussy couldn't get enough of that majestic cock. Although a domineering woman, she loved get fucked like a dog. She loved being on her knees while EJ stood above her insisting that she "take another inch, Mrs. Vanderwahl. Don't leave even an inch of my cock out of your mouth." She wasn't Adriana Cook but sucking was just a prelude to fucking, which she had mastered as a young woman. No one EJ had ever fucked moved their ass like Mrs. Marlene Vanderwahl while in the doggie position.

Two weeks after she first bedded him, "EJ, I'm sure Lenora and Adriana are fun, but what do I have to do to get exclusive rights to this big cock?" she said as she got on her knees.

Within hours of leaving Mrs. Vanderwahl's bed EJ realized that life was getting more complicated than he wanted. He disappeared.

TO BE CONTINUED

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