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Bob, I didn't think it would be like this. Keep licking me. Lick my pussy some more. You like it, don't you?"

He nodded, and for a few minutes his tongue continued. "I've never enjoyed a tastier pussy. It makes my cock so hard." "Then please fuck me with it."

He didn't. His tongue found her clitoris. A lovely good size pink button, although in the dark, he didn't know that. However, soon he'd describe it as a delicious button. "Oh, Bob, oh, oh, my, your tongue, oh your tongue." Then she got louder and writhed, "OOOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOH," Bobbi cried as she had the first orgasm of her life.

With his face in her pussy, EJ whispered, "the sweetest pussy ever. I can't imagine ever eating a pussy so delicious." She had no idea if he was just saying that. No one ever had. She wanted to believe him.

Then his tongue started on her now engorged and sensitive clitoris again. "OOOOOH, BOB, OOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, OH, IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN. OOOOOOOOOOOH." Bobbi was fucking his face. Fucking his face like she'd never fucked Brandon's cock or any other guy.

Eliot smiled as his tongue massaged her clitoris. Bobbi was fucking his face like the African, Victoria Obeke fucked it; like Miss Muriel Landis, his high school teacher fucked it, and numerous others.

Most of those were older women, not that he didn't enjoy them, but now he was eating the most delicious pussy of the most beautiful woman he'd ever been with and better yet, she was begging him to fuck her.

He kept eating, and Bobbi Sanbourne kept coming. "OOOOOOOOH, BOB, OOOOH, BABY, MY PUSSY'S ON FIRE. PLEASE FUCK ME. GIVE ME YOUR COCK. MY PUSSY NEEDS YOUR COCK."

Although, she'd held it in her hand, she didn't know what she was asking for when she demanded EJ's cock.

He slid up, kissing her stomach and her tits with his wet face as his very stiff cock reached the entrance to her pussy. When he left Manhattan, something like this never crossed his mind. Lube, a staple, when he had a ‘date' was never a consideration.

To his surprise, Bobbi's pussy was tight, but welcoming. She didn't indicate any pain. In fact, "yes, oh yes, that's what I want. That's what my pussy needs. Give me more. Give it all to me. Fuck me, Bob, fuck me good."

He did, sort of, but only because Bobbi Sanbourne turned out to be the greatest fuck ever. She may not have had a lot of experience, but she knew how to move that pretty ass. She knew how to move her ass better than anyone EJ had ever fucked.

"Oooooooh, your cock, Bob. Oooooh your big cock is so good."

"Bobbi," he whispered, "Does Brandon know what he's missing? I've never fucked a pussy like yours."

"Bob, did you say I have a sweet tasting pussy?"

"I did. If I was your fiancé, I'd eat your delicious pussy morning, noon and night."

"I don't want to think about Brandon. Keep fucking me, Bob."

For the next fifteen minutes, neither of them said much, they just banged each other hard. "Come on, baby, come for me. Give it to me. I want to feel you come."

They slept in each other's arms. They both slept soundly. In the morning, EJ woke up with Bobbi smiling at him. "Give me a few minutes to take a shower. I want more like last night." She kissed him and then hopped out of bed.

For the first time, EJ saw her naked in the daylight. "You're more beautiful than I thought," he called. "You can tell me again, when I come back," she laughed.

EJ lay there with a smile on his face. Damn, she'd been a great fuck. I'll gladly fuck her again.

She came out of the bathroom, naked. Not even a towel. "Every time, I look at you, you get more beautiful."

Bobbi came into his arms. "You don't have to sweet talk me to fuck me."

"I'd say just about anything after last night."

"Bob, last night didn't you say the gentlemanly thing to do before you fucked me . . ."

"Oh, I did. I did. Your pussy was delicious." He went down on her.

This morning, he had a good look at her bare pussy. "Bobbi, it wasn't just delicious last night; now I can see just how beautiful your pussy is. The most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." EJ kissed it all over. Just kissed it; her fat pussy lips, her exposed labia minora, her pubic bone; all over.

"Please, Bob, like last night, please." She took his head in her hands and pushed it forward into her pussy.

EJ started and didn't stop, just like Professor Obeke taught him. "Don't stop, even when I tell you to. I might beg for your cock, but what I really want is your tongue to keep doing me," the African woman had admonished him.

Now, he ate Bobbi's beautiful pussy the same way. Remember, he'd always had a special place in his heart for black pussy. He ate Bobbi Sanbourne's bare, white pussy the same way. Her reaction was like nothing he'd ever experienced. His face was fucked like nothing before.

When they got around to fucking, it was better than last night. Bobbi bounced on the bed; she was noisy. "You're a fantastic fuck, Bobbi. Too bad, we have to get ready to check out soon."

"Only if you want to," she smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"I made a reservation for Brandon and me in the bridal suite and never cancelled it. All we have to do is get dressed and take the elevator to the 28th floor."

"I should get back to Manhattan. Remember, I have Suzanne's car."

"I guess you'll have to decide if you want to drive on the snow-covered, dangerous Grand Central Parkway or take care of my pussy and these." Bobbi rolled on top of me. Like last night, those magnificent tits were in my face.

"You play dirty."

"Bob, you'll learn that when I want something, I go after it, and right now I want your cock."

"Oh, I think you want my tongue, too."

"Yes, well after what you did to me, I'm expecting you to be a gentleman every time you make love to me," she giggled. There was more fucking and eating during the day on Saturday.

Sunday morning, Bobbi surprised EJ in a good way. "Bob, have you ever had a blowjob?"

"Yes, of course. Why?" He smiled.

"Ummm, I was going to surprise Brandon with my first blowjob. His too as far as I know. I'm sure I won't be very good, but I want to try. Will you let me, please?"

In the weeks that followed, they saw each other most nights. It wasn't complicated. They fucked and Bobbi insisted that she needed to improve her cocksucking. "One of these days I'll get back with Brandon or I'll find another man to marry, and I want to be the very best wife."

"Well, you can't practice standing there," he laughed, pushing her to her knees.

Later, "Bob, I hope you're planning on being a gentleman tonight," she smiled as she got undressed. "The bad part about this is that I can't imagine the man I eventually marry ever eating my pussy the way you do. Make me cum one more time, please Bob."

It was getting complicated, but this time Eliot embraced it. By early Spring, EJ had confessed. "So, you're a freaking genius whose name is Eliot Rascher and you got burned out?" Bobbi asked as she read his Wikipedia page. "That's why you work at Suzanne's?"

"Yeah, it's pretty mindless work."

"I have an idea," she suggested. It seems that the Sanbournes owned most, if not all the undeveloped land in Nassau County, and Mrs. Lucretia Henswill Sanbourne's family, the Henswills owned similar real estate in the Hamptons. "You wouldn't have to work at all."

"I have to do something. I'd be bored to death doing nothing."

"You could do that gentlemanly thing every night," she smiled. "Or you could let me practice blowing you. The other thing you could do is marry me. I still have that date in June available at the church. My mother is still hoping for Brandon, but she likes you, EJ."

Marriage was complicated, but Bobbi made sure that EJ's life was stress-free. There was stress-free fucking, and stress-free pussy-eating. Bobbi was loud in bed, and got louder and louder with each orgasm. "Keep being a gentleman," she demanded as she fucked his face. "Eat my pussy, EJ, eat it good." She could be heard throughout the big house.

Can there be anything less stressful than a blowjob? "I hope I'm getting better," she wiped her mouth and swallowed a mouthful of his cum.

"Ummm," he laughed, "I think you need hours and hours of practice."

"My period starts in a few days. I'll try to wear my lips out," she giggled.

They lived in the big Long Island mansion. With maids, cooks, butlers, gardeners, etc. life was stress-free. Instead of driving into the city to Suzanne's, EJ found a job in a retail clothing store in a mall just a few miles from the mansion; one of the Sanbourne's driver drove him and picked him up.

Life was simple until it wasn't. One Saturday, Bobbi went into Manhattan to shop and meet her girlfriends for lunch, while EJ just hung out in the mansion. It was shortly after she left that Bobbi's mother, Mrs. Lucretia Sanbourne, a widow, came to the wing of the mansion where EJ and Bobbi lived.

"EJ, I can't help but hear you and my daughter. It's very disconcerting."

He smiled, thinking ‘if I have my cock in Bobbi's mouth, she won't be noisy at all.' Of course, he couldn't say that. "I'm sorry Mrs. Sanbourne, I'll try to have her keep quiet."

"That's not what I'm suggesting."

"What then?"

"EJ, Mr. Sanbourne has been gone almost a decade. I've been lonely for almost a decade. Frankly, I'd like you to do to me whatever it is you're doing to Bobbi."

She was wearing an elegant house coat that buttoned in the front. She started unbuttoning it.

"Mrs. Sanbourne . . ." Of course, he was stunned.

"Lucretia."

"EJ, don't make me beg. This is difficult enough. Perhaps, if I started on my knees that would convince you of my sincerity."

By this time that housecoat was on the floor, and she was standing in front of him naked.

As you know, since he was eighteen, older, mature women, some Mrs. Sanbourne's age had seduced EJ. He was not put off by her body. In fact, compared to many of those women, she looked in excellent shape. Her breasts looked lovely, sitting on her chest as if a plastic surgeon had done some work. He should be proud of his work.

Her ass, too. Her blonde hair naturally was colored at her age, but the triangle between her legs was almost the same color.

It may have been a decade since she'd been intimate with a man, but Lucretia Sanbourne proved to be very skilled as she took his big cock in and out of her mouth. Better than her daughter even with all the practice she'd been getting.

"EJ, I'm not ashamed to say that my husband was not my only lover, but I've never seen a cock like yours. No wonder Bobbi makes so much noise," she said as she took a breather.

He was standing there with his pants around his ankles. "I'll continue if you want, but I'd like to make the noises Bobbi makes. Take me to bed, EJ, please."

How could he say no?

Lucretia Sanbourne wasn't the fuck her daughter was, but then again at her age, she couldn't be the gymnast in bed that Bobbi was. However, she did move that surgically-enhanced ass, and EJ was certain that the help throughout the mansion and even in the gardens heard her. "Aaaaaaawww, aaaaaaw, aaaaaaaw, EJ, oh my God, your cock, your cock. Keep fucking me. I've never. . ."

She could barely talk as he rammed his huge cock in her pussy, which easily took it and begged for more. "Yes, oh yes, EJ, fuck my pussy. Keep fucking it."

"I'll bet you'd like it in your mouth again, wouldn't you Mrs. Sanbourne?"

"Yes, but not right now. I want you to keep fucking me. I need you to keep fucking me."

"Tell me that you want to be my cocksucker."

She moved her ass faster. "Yes, yes, I want to suck your cock. I want to be your cocksucker, just not now." Lucretia never, ever used the language she was using with her husband. Never. Now words like cocksucker and fuck came out of her mouth, as easy as EJ's cock was going in and out of it.

They were both breathing hard when they finished. This was going to be complicated. EJ was already thinking where he might flee to. Marriage was complicated; fucking his wife AND her mother was far too complicated to contemplate.

A half hour later, Lucretia Sanbourne got out of bed. She didn't attempt to cover up as she found her house coat on the floor. He had to admit that she looked pretty good. "EJ, I'm going to take a shower, and when Bobbi comes home, I'm going to tell her the truth. I have to. It's the right thing to do. We can't be sneaking around behind her back."

She was suggesting that this wasn't going to be a one-time thing.

He took a shower, too. His mind was reeling. Where would he go? What would he take with him?

Before he could answer those questions, Bobbi came home, and her mother confronted her. EJ was in another room, but could hear the conversation.

Lucretia Sanbourne left nothing out; even describing EJ's erect cock to ensure Bobbi knew she wasn't making things up and wasn't delusional. "Mother, how could you?"

"Bobbi, it's been so long, and I hear what he does to you. Everyone in the house hears what he does to you."

Her daughter blushed, but knew it was true. She couldn't help herself. Getting fucked by that big cock for hours and hours was beyond anything she could have imagined with Brandon or her other lovers. And when his tongue started, "EJ, be a gentleman tonight; be a gentleman all night." And he was.

"Come with me, mother."

Together, they walked to the sitting room where EJ waiting. "EJ, how could you? Never mind, I know. My mother is as persistent as I am. When she wants something, she goes after it, and nothing can stop her. Now, what are we going to do about it?" She didn't wait for an answer from her mother or her husband. "EJ, we'll continue as husband and wife, as if nothing happened. You'll continue to give me what I want and need, and I'll be the same loving wife. You know what I mean."

EJ knew she meant, she'd practice her oral skills as frequently as always.

"As for my mother, EJ, you're going to take care of her the same way you take care of me. Perhaps, at her age not as frequently. There must be something you can take in addition to Viagra to keep you going and going. As for you, mother, tell EJ you want to be his cocksucker."

"Bobbi, I-I-I couldn't say that; not in front of my daughter."

"Say it, mother. Don't tell me that you weren't blowing him while I was gone. Whenever, you get that feeling, right in front of me, I want you to say, "EJ, come with me. I'm in the mood to suck your cock."

"But . . ."

"EJ, you're not only going to get blowjobs from my mother, but you're going to fuck her until she can't walk or talk, just like you do me. Yes, the three of us are going to make this work. Are we in agreement?"

Eliot Rascher and Lucretia Sanbourne nodded in agreement.

"Now, Eliot, were you a gentleman in bed with my mother?"

"We never got around to that."

"Well, now's your chance. Mother, EJ is going to show you how a gentleman makes love to a woman. Take him to your bed. It's Saturday night. I'll see you both Monday morning. And EJ, I'll be in our wing of the house, I want to hear my mother."

Lucretia Sanbourne had been eaten by her husband; a few of her lovers had gone down on her. None did to her what EJ did to her Saturday night and Sunday morning.

There weren't too many employees still working at that time of night: there was the one live-in maid, and the cook's helper, cleaning up the kitchen. They heard her. Bobbi heard her all the way over on her side of the mansion. She smiled. She knew exactly what her husband was doing to her mother. She knew in a few days, she'd get hers. EJ would pay for his transgressions.

"Aaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaaw, oh EJ, oooh EJ. My pussy, oooh my pussy."

Sunday morning there was more of the same. EJ thought this wasn't complicated at all. He thought he'd eat her, fuck her, let her blow him, and do the same with Bobbi. It would be stress free.

He had a lot of experience eating old pussy. Although to be fair, Lucretia Sanbourne was tasty; not as sweet as her daughter, but certainly edible.

"EJ, please. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, please. My pussy is on fire."

"Yesterday, didn't you tell me that you wanted to be my cocksucker?"

"Yes, oh yes I did, but my pussy wants your cock."

"Not today. Tell me what you want."

"I-I-I want to be your cocksucker."

As you know, over the years, there'd been good blow jobs and great blow jobs, even world class blowjobs. Sunday morning, there was never a blowjob as good as the cock hungry, Lucretia Sanbourne gave Eliot Rascher.

She didn't stop when he spurted in her mouth. She didn't stop until his cock was dead, and there was no evidence that it was going to respond.

Sometime after noon, "EJ, my pussy is so ready for more."

"Mrs. Sanbourne, I'm sure you know how to get my cock ready to fuck you."

She went down on him. Lucretia Sanbiurne sucked and sucked. "You do want to be my cocksucker, don't you?"

She could only nod. Later, there was fucking, preceded by pussy eating; it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

Monday morning, as the help arrived: the other maids, housekeepers, gardeners, cook, etc. They couldn't help but hear Mrs. Sanbourne: "aaaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaw, EJ keep fucking me. Keep giving me your big cock. My pussy, oooooh my pussy."

Everyone in the house heard her including Bobbi.

"Mrs. Sanbourne tell me what you want," EJ whispered in her ear.

"I do, EJ, but not right now. Fuck me some more."

"Tell me." He slowed down that massive invasion of her pussy.

"I want to be your cocksucker."

"Louder, let Bobbi know what you are."

"I WANT TO BE YOUR COCKSUCKER." The help heard that, as did Bobbi, who smiled. The maids, cook, cleaning women all snickered. The madam must be getting it really good, they said to themselves, and their eyes met the other employees and smiled.

"Say it again, and this time say please." His cock was almost out of her pussy. She couldn't have that. Lucretia wiggled her ass trying to get it back in.

"PLEASE, EJ, LET ME BE YOUR COCKSUCKER. I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK."

"That's what I want to hear Mrs. Sanbourne." He continued to fuck her.

Monday about noon, he returned to his wing of the mansion; Bobbi was waiting. "It sounds like you did my mother pretty good. You probably need a rest. I won't bother you until tomorrow, but then EJ you can thank me for agreeing to this."

"I'm hoping you mean thank you, as a gentleman should."

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

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