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"Richard, I said I needed time to think about it. I've thought about it," I laughed. "Is that offer still good?"

"Come right back, I'll be waiting."

Richard Hamright did not ask for anything other than what he suggested. He had me undress, get on his bed and was between my legs. Remember, this was a first for me.

It was the most amazing thing. My OB/GYN said that most women needed to be orally or manually stimulated to have an orgasm. As you know I didn't, but there was nothing like tonight with Dr. Hamright.

I was twenty-eight, and he was fifty-two. It didn't take long for me to realize he was right. He was like me an artiste. A cunnilingus artiste.

Richard ate and ate, and I came and came. Just as I could fellate Akeem's schlong or Wu's wang all night, that's how Richard was with his tongue and my pussy.

I begged him to fuck me; begged him to let me fellate him. Yes, that's the word I used. I'd never said to any man let me blow you or let me suck your cock.

Some nights when I was doing Akeem or Wu, they'd beg me to let them fuck me. I was having so much fun, I wouldn't stop: bobbing up and down, licking, kissing, sucking, I wouldn't let them. Now, I knew what that felt like. I mean begging for it, and not getting it.

I can't tell you how many orgasms I had, but they were far more intense than any I'd ever experienced when getting fucked.

Richard finally stopped, crawled up next to me, "thank you, Wendy. You have the best eating pussy. I've never performed cunnilingus on a sweeter pussy."

We slept in each other's arms. Richard still had his boxers on. I planned on making sure they came off in the morning.

They didn't. He insisted on more eating. Just like when I was fellating Wu or Akeem, once I started there was no quit in me. Richard was the same. If I was a fellatio artiste, Richard Hamright was, as he said, a cunning linguist.

By the time I went home late Saturday morning, I was walking on air. I took a long, hot bath, luxuriating in the warmth, but it was my brain and my whole body that still felt the joy of last night and this morning.

I wanted to call Richard. I want to flat out tell him, "I can't wait to see you; I want to fellate you until you beg me to stop."

I didn't. but during the week, I made it a point to see him. "Richard, last weekend was amazing. You were amazing. Would you like to join me for weekend up in Napa? It would give us a chance to get to know each other even better."

That would give me a whole weekend to fellate him. After what his tongue did to me, I wanted to fellate him until my lips were raw. Of course, I was hoping he'd do me like last weekend.

He was all in, except he suggested that we take separate cars. Weird, but okay. I made the arrangements at a VRBO; a small private home. I didn't like the idea of a condo or a B&B. I was certain that last Friday night and Saturday morning I'd been too loud. I was hoping for more of that.

Given what Wu Wong told him about me; I was certain that he knew what to expect.

It turned out great; fantastic, amazing, disastrous.

Let me explain. I arrived before Richard took a shower. Just as I finished he arrived. "Did you take a shower as an invitation to my tongue?"

"I was hoping and more." I led him to the bedroom; the towel I was wearing came off. He'd already seen all of me.

On the bed, I laid back and spread my legs. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Oh yeah. Wendy, I've been thinking about it all week."

"Richard, be my cunning linguist. My pussy has been looking forward to your tongue since I left your bed Saturday morning."

He did. It was marvelous. He was like a crazy man, but it was controlled crazy. His tongue knew just how to massage my pussy and made me scream with joy when he did my ultra-sensitive clitoris. I fucked his face. Life could not get any better.

I begged for his cock. He mumbled, "Wendy, you know cunnilingus is my favorite way to have sex, and you have the sweetest pussy."

How can a girl argue with that?

By the time his tongue tired out, I was a wet dish rag. My hair was soaked with sweat and my throat was sore from moaning so loud. I was exhausted from the numerous orgasms, but even then I thought I had the perfect solution.

I was only partially disappointed when Richard suggested we get some sleep. After all, there was all day Saturday and part of the day Sunday. I was certain I'd have a chance to fellate him and we'd fuck.

I was naked; Richard slept in his boxers.

The disaster came in the morning. With some reluctance, after a few minutes of wonderful cunnilingus, I got Richard to take off his boxers, and I didn't hesitate to go down on him. On my knees, between his legs. I was in my favorite position.

Immediately I knew why he was a cunning linguist. His cock was hard, but it was the smallest one I'd ever seen. Yes, it was as if this fifty-two-year-old man was almost pre-pubescent.

I tried to be kind. Honest I tried. When I put it in my mouth, I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself, I put all of it in my mouth: balls an all. Yes, it was that small.

"I-I-I think I better go. Wendy, you were fantastic, with the tastiest pussy, but I should go." He quickly got dressed and was out the door. Honest, I tried to dissuade him, but it was no use. Richard was so embarrassed. I felt bad for him. Now, I knew why he wanted to take two cars. It'd probably happened before. I spent the day and night in Napa, but of course it wasn't the same. I mean, I was looking forward to Richard's cock to fellate and fuck. And I could go for more of his cunnilingus. Remember, last weekend had been the first time; I loved it. Not as much as fellatio, but still.

TO BE CONTINUED

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