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twenty-four.

At dinner, Sandra explained that the ‘Becker' in the firm's name was in fact her father. "He died four years ago and I was the most logical one to take over. I came out of a very quiet and peaceful retirement. Quiet and peaceful except for a weekend when a college boy attempted to get in my panties."

Jim had to laugh, "attempted successfully, I might remind you."

She reached across the table, "I haven't forgotten. Jim, I didn't just reserve a dinner reservation, I reserved a suite upstairs."

"I-I-don't know what to say."

"You could say, Mrs. Becker, I've never forgotten how sweet you were, and I'm curious if you're still sweet."

He turned red. It was one thing to eat sixty-six-year-old pussy to win $2300. It was another to eat seventy-year-old pussy. "Ummmm, Mrs. Becker, I-I-I . . ."

"How about this? I'll have the bartender send, what was it a double Johnny Walker Black? up to my suite. It'll give you courage," she laughed.

"I'm impressed that you remembered that."

She was still holding his hand. Now, she squeezed it. "Jim, I remember everything about that weekend. Come closer."

She whispered in his ear. "Especially, your incredible tongue." Sandra Becker smiled. "Ready?"

Jim Frawley could not believe what he just heard. Sandra was expecting him to . . .? Apparently, she was.

In the elevator, which they had to themselves, she kissed him on the mouth, and within moments Sandra was using her tongue. He had no choice but to join her.

When the elevator reached their floor, she broke off the kiss. "Jim, I'm looking forward to more of your tongue."

In the suite, "Let me change into something more comfortable. Room service should be here momentarily, start without me, if you need a drink."

He needed a drink, given what he was certain that Sandra had in mind.

Jim took off his jacket and tie, sat on the couch and sipped his drink. He was stunned when Mrs. Becker came out of the bathroom.

The negligee she was wearing was barely worthy of the name. It was so low cut, almost all of her tits were showing. He remembered, her surgically-enhanced gorgeous tits. It was white and sheer her nipples were visible, and he was sure he could see her bush through the fabric.

Of course, he couldn't keep his eyes off her lips; her bright red lips. Thinking of what they did to him the last time they were together, had his cock moving in his pants.

"I'm glad you decided to come up, Jim. You know, you were the last man I was with, but at the time I thought of you as a boy."

She took a sip of her drink, "but if I remember there was one part of you that was all man." She rubbed her hand across his crotch and after putting her drink down kissed him with her tongue.

"Ever since I saw your name on the list of the employees we'd acquired my pussy has been wet. Jim, it's all yours."

Jim was less than thrilled to be offered seventy-year-old pussy. He recalled that Mrs. Becker had five kids; didn't she have a grand-daughter his age?

Then Sandra Becker stood up, pulled the negligee over her head, and stood there naked in front of him. She twirled like a model. "Not bad for an old lady, don't you think?"

Like he said when he walked into her office, she looked like a woman in her late forties.

Sandra sat back down with her legs spread. "Jim, why don't you get on your knees and re-familiarize yourself with my pussy. I recall you loved it."

Jim hesitated. Then it crossed his mind, pussy was pussy. Over the past four years, there'd been numerous women, he never hesitated to eat them, and they rewarded him with some great fucking, and amazing blowjobs. Yes, pussy was pussy.

When he got on his knees, he noticed there seemed to be more grey in her pussy. Well, he didn't really remember, but it goes without saying that none of the women he'd been with had grey in their pussy.

"Mrs. Becker, you look lovely."

"You're not patronizing me, are you? In a few minutes, I'd like you to tell me how sweet my pussy tastes." She giggled and pushed his head forward.

The next hour was the greatest that Sandra Becker had enjoyed since the last time Jim Frawley ate her. "You remembered how I like your tongue. Ooooooh, Jim, ooooooooooh, my pussy. My pussy loves your tongue, Jim."

He mumbled, "my tongue loves your pussy, Mrs. Becker."

"Keep eating me. Eat my pussy. Your tongue is so good to my pussy."

Only then did Jim's tongue start on her clitoris. "Oooooh yeah, ooooh yeah, oooooh God I'm coming. I'm coming, Jim. Don't stop."

He didn't get off his knees after her orgasm, but he let her rest. "Mrs. Becker, I forgot how good your pussy tastes. I'd love to eat you some more." He meant it. Yes, her pussy was still sweet, and his cock was so hard.

She pushed his head back into her bush, and wrapped her long legs around his head. "Yes, Jim, eat me some more. Eat my pussy."

"Ooooooh, oooooh, oooooooh, ooooooh yeah, ooooooh yeah." Sandra Becker moaned.

After she rested for a moment and Jim was still on his knees. "I'd love to see what eating my pussy does to your cock."

Jim stood up; his cock was actually uncomfortable, trying to bust out of his pants. Quickly he undressed.

Mrs. Becker's heart skipped a beat when she saw that cock. "My God, Jim, I think it's grown since the last time." After all that pussy eating, his cock was standing straight up and rigid. As if it was trying to bust out of his skin.

At her age, Sandra Becker was not as agile as she was thirty years ago, but in moments she was on her knees. From the moment, Jim took off his boxers, her eyes had been exploring his cock.

Then her hands and finally her lips and tongue. From his cockhead to his balls and back. Sandra licked, kissed and mumbled: "so big, so hard, so beautiful." Finally, she got back to his head.

She slid those bright red lips over it. You may not recall, but the last time, she only took at the most three inches. It was the same now, but she was relentless.

In the past four years, Jim had numerous blowjobs. Those beautiful young women didn't hesitate to suck, and some had talent, but none were as enthusiastic as Mrs. Sandra Becker.

She stayed like that for a while, but finally, "Jim, I want to keep sucking your cock, but I'd be more comfortable in bed. My knees ach' help me up."

With his help, she got up and naked walked to the bedroom. Jim wasn't too far behind her, but marveled at that shapely ass. Did her plastic surgeon do her ass, too? He wondered.

"Jim, like I said, I want to keep sucking your big cock, but perhaps I could use a bit of an incentive. Eat me again, please."

It wasn't until late that night that they fucked. As with sucking, Sandra was an enthusiastic, fully engaged lover. That ass, if surgically enhanced was in constant motion. And she was noisy. "Your cock, Jim, oooooh your cock. My pussy loves it. Keep fucking me."

"It seems like your mouth loves my cock, too."

"Yes, oh yes, I love sucking it, just not now. I'm not a China doll, bang me harder. Give me that cock. Give it to me."

The next morning, "Jim, I can tell you love eating my pussy, and the way you fucked me was out of this world, but would you mind if this morning I gave you a blowjob? I need to finish what I started last night."

"Mind? What guy in his right mind would say no to that."

Like last night, he'd had better, but none as energetic or enthusiastic. No woman had been as eager.

They stayed at the hotel a second night mostly in bed and ordering room service.

There was more fucking, there was more sucking, but mostly there was eating. She didn't order him to eat her; it was more like a suggestion. Jim never hesitated.

When they rested later in the day, Mrs. Sandra Becker confessed. "Ever since I took over the company and saw your name, I've been trying to come up with a plan to see you."

"I'd like to see you again, Mrs. Becker. Especially, like this," he laughed and took one of those perfect tits in his hand. "Here's what I came up with. You can't work for me and be my lover."

"I thought about that, too."

"Milhouse, Rainey and Blankenship, as you know are one of our competitors. Marty Rainey owes me a favor. You'll go to work for them. Pretty much the same kind of financial planning as here, but you'd only need to be around the office three days a week."

"Oh?"

"Jim, I was happily and peacefully retired when my dad died. Running the company is stressful. I come home exhausted."

"I can understand that." He didn't say ‘at your age.'

"What I could use when I come home is a good, long tongue massage."

"I think I see where you're going with this."

Sandra continued as if she didn't hear him. "A quick shower; then I'd like to sit back in a chair naked with a Johnny Walker at my lips and your tongue in my pussy, helping me relax."

"You know I can't get enough of your pussy."

She didn't stop. "Don't get me wrong. On weekends my pussy will be so ready for a good fucking, and it goes without saying that I'll want to suck your magnificent cock." She reached down under the blankets, "is it ready yet? My mouth is."

That's how the next three years went. Yes, twenty-six-year-old Jim Frawley was still eating Mrs. Becker's seventy-three-year-old pussy, and fucking it, too. The blowjobs became less and less frequent. "Jim, I have the desire, but I can't go on and on like I used to."

One day, she invited him to lunch at a fancy restaurant. To his surprise, the president of the financial house he worked for, Marty Rainey was there, too. Jim had only met her a few times.

"Jim, I've decided to retire. I've had enough. My dad left me a house on Maui. I've only visited it once in the last four years. It's time. I've told Marty all about you. And I do mean all."

"What?"

Marty Rainey just turned fifty, but she looked even older than Sandra Becker. Her faced was wrinkled and her make-up and hair weren't done like Sandra Becker, who was always just about perfect. She was overweight; chunky might be a good word to describe her. Chunky thighs; chucky ass. And some weight around the middle.

Even when she was young; before the wrinkles, before the weight gain, no one would consider her attractive. On top of that, she rarely smiled, and no one had ever seen her laugh.

"Jim, I've never had time for men. Oh, in my twenties, I had a brief affair, but I've thrown myself into the company completely. The stress has taken its toll."

"As you know Milhouse, Rainey, Blankenship is one of the most successful financial houses in all of the Midwest; all because of Marty" Mrs. Becker added. "I told Marty that your big cock and splendid tongue are just what she needs."

He blushed.

"And Marty, Jim will take good care of your pussy, if on occasion your lips please that big cock."

This time it was Marty who blushed.

Sandra continued, "Let me reserve a suite here at the Illini and the two of you can become acquainted."

"I don't know, Sandra. It's been so long. I think I forgot how, if I ever knew?"

"Marty, I assure you that when Jim's tongue gets through with your pussy, you won't have any trouble remembering how to fuck and suck," Sandra Becker laughed.

"Well, okay, but Jim, don't expect too much." Her face got redder. "Remember? There was only that one time."

Friday, Jim arrived at the Illini before Marty Rainey. He checked-in and went to the suite.

Meanwhile, Marty spent the past few days shopping, getting her hair done, a make-over and trying to get her mind settled on what the weekend was going to bring.

Taking a long, hot bath, she thought about having sex. The truth was that it had been over twenty-five years since she'd been with a man and like I said, it was just that one time. She didn't remember much about the encounter. If it wasn't memorable, how good could it have been?

While shaving her legs, she remembered that Sandra suggested that Jim Frawley would want to eat her pussy. She couldn't imagine why. Why would a twenty-six-year-old have any interest in her at all? But Sandra Becker's advice had always proved to be spot on.

Then she thought about what Sandra said about sucking Jim's cock. She'd only done that once, too; that same night. She was in college and drunk. Never again, she'd vowed.

By this time, she was shaving her upper thighs. She'd never done much grooming down there. Why would she? There was no one to see it, and not just see it. Today, she used scissors and a razor to make it look like she thought might attract Jim Frawley.

Sandra used the word ‘pussy.' Marty-never. She had a vagina, not a pussy. She was certain she'd never used that word. And as for the word ‘cock.' No way. She was certain that she never called the male sex organ anything.

When she arrived at the hotel suite, Jim offered her a drink. "No thank you. I have to admit that I'm very nervous about all this. I think the best way is to get it over with." She walked toward the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went.

Jim didn't want to just get it over with. The evenings of fucking and eating and getting his cock sucked by Mrs. Becker were long. They never were "just get it over with" evenings.

She was naked and under the blankets before Jim was even undressed. He couldn't help but notice her wrinkly thighs and ass that looked like a washboard while she took off her clothes.

She turned her head; all her life she'd been conditioned to look away if a man accidentally exposed himself; and more so, if a man intentionally showed himself.

Jim joined her, and didn't hesitate. No, he didn't kiss her; his hand went directly to her tits or as she called them breasts.

Unlike Sandra's perfect, although surgeon created tits, Marty's were huge hanging blobs that hung almost to her waist if she wasn't wearing a bra. Of course, she wasn't wearing a bra now.

"Marty, they're fantastic," he whispered as his hands were all over them.

She was shocked. Only once in her life had a man had his hands on them, and he didn't say anything. In fact, within a minute he ignored them, his fingers went to her vagina, and then just like that his manhood was inside her.

Jim Frawley gently felt them up and kissed them with his lips and then his tongue. All the while telling her "Marty, they're beautiful. Thank you for letting me play with them."

She was stunned. He thanked her. For perhaps the first time in her life, she felt as if her vagina was damp. "Roll on top of me," Jim murmured with a nipple in his mouth.

Marty didn't resist when he rolled her on top. "Put those lovely tits in my face. Let me make love to them."

"You really like them. I always thought . . ."

"They're amazing; so big, so soft. Rub them in my face."

It took a minute, but once Marty understood what he wanted, she smothered him with them. "Oh yeah, Marty like that. Did I tell you; you have the most beautiful titties?"

She'd never used the word ‘titties' either. They were breasts.

She wasn't sure that was true, but what did she know? Of course, she'd never seen another woman, and she knew that Jim had seen Sandra Becker's, and how many others? He seemed to know what he was doing, and his hands and mouth felt so good.

Jim Frawley was, in fact, enjoying her massive cow-like udders. Like he said, ‘so big, so soft,' and he knew Marty was enjoying what he was doing. She was on her knees and he could feel a big wet spot developing on his chest where she was straddling him.

"Marty, like I said these are lovely." He kissed them all over, not just her nipples and areolas, "but there's more to making love than just titties."

She knew what he meant, sort of. And then she was on her back, and Jim's fingers were exploring her vagina. "Marty, your pussy is so wet. Is that from what I was doing to your fabulous titties?"

"Are they really fabulous, Jim?" She didn't know why she was so wet.

"Oh yeah. I'm going to want to play with them again, but not right now."

"No one's ever told me that. Thank you, Jim."

His fingers didn't enter her vagina. He just slid them up and down her fat outer labia, and her slit.

Marty never masturbated, but was enjoying the feeling of his fingers.

His fingers were exploring a bush bigger and thicker than any he'd encountered. Most of the girls his age he'd fucked had no bush at all.

Marty's slit seemed longer and like I said those so fat labia, and her wetness.

To her surprise, Jim slid down and began kissing her stomach, and then even LOWER!!!! She didn't like that the blankets were no longer covering her, and he could see all of her. She asked herself again, why would he want to do that?

He half whispered, "you have the most delightful fragrance."

She wasn't sure what he meant, but she was pleased. Her mother, years and years ago, didn't tell her much about anything when she had her first period, but she did say, "Martha, always wash thoroughly, you don't want to smell like dead fish left out in the sun too long."

Then she felt his tongue. It was so much more gentle than his fingers.

For a few minutes, Jim slid his tongue up and down her long slit. He was surprised and half whispered again, "you taste delightful."

Marty assumed that was a good thing.

He licked and licked. His tongue trying to worm its way into her pussy hole. Once he'd explored that, he started on her clitoris. It was Diedre Chung who started his female anatomy education and he earned a PhD. in clitoral stimulation from Sandra Becker.

However, he'd never faced a clitoris like Marty Rainey's. It was almost an inch long and more pink than the gorgeous purple of Diedre Chung's clitoris. The more his tongue played with it, the more engorged it became.

Better, Marty was involuntarily moaning, sighing and moving that wrinkly old ass. Diedre and Sandra, among others had been the same way, but not nearly as loud or animated. "Awwwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwwww, awwwwww," Marty moaned.

There had never been anything like the feeling she was experiencing. Jim's tongue continued, and so did her noises, "awwwwwwwwww, awwwwwwwww, awwwwwwwwww."

For a moment, he lifted his head up, "you have the sweetest . . ."

She pushed his head back into her pussy and held it there, "more, give me more of your tongue, please, Jim." She would have denied it later, but she began to fuck his face.

Marty Rainey's first orgasm ever, had her spasming; bouncing her old ass off the bed, wrapping her thick, wrinkly thighs and legs around his head. "Awwwwwww, awwwwwwww, oh Jim, oh Jim, awwwwwww, oh Jim, awwwwwww, awwwwwwwww."

When that orgasm passed, she lay there, spread eagle, trying to catch her breath, trying to understand what just happened. The one thing she did know was that she wanted that feeling again and again. It no longer concerned her that this boy could see all of her not so attractive body. She was pleased that it didn't seem to bother him either.

For Jim Frawley, he'd never had a woman react quite the way Marty Rainey reacted. He let her enjoy the moment. He gently sucked on her prominent inner labia; kissed her pussy all over; mumbled, "you have the most delicious pussy. Whenever you're ready, I want to eat it again."

Yes, she wanted him to do whatever it was he'd been doing again, but not just yet. She wanted to enjoy the feeling. She was afraid there'd never be another one like it; there couldn't possibly be another one like it.

Marty Rainey was surprised when ten minutes later, Jim Frawley's tongue started again, and even more surprising, she could sense those same feelings building again. From deep in the back of her throat, softly at first, "aaaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaaaw."

As his tongue massaged her clitoris, those sounds became louder and louder. "AWWWWWWWWM AWWWWWWWWWW, AWWWWWWWWW, AWWWWWWWW. OH JIM, OH JIM, OOOOOOOOOH MY GOD, OOOOOOOOOOH."

Like before, it wasn't just the noises. There was the way she moved. Marty grabbed a handful of sheets and was tearing at them. Then she was pulling at his hair and fucking his face, although she'd never call it that.

Jim's head was in a vice; a vice created by those wrinkly old thighs. He couldn't have cared less. To his surprise he was eating the finest pussy ever. Sure, there had been the gorgeous Diedre Chung and other girls just as beautiful in their twenties. There'd been Mrs. Becker's pussy; a pussy he could never get enough of even into her seventies, but none had been as tasty as old Marty Rainey.

After her second orgasm, Jim didn't stop. He just kept eating; kept playing with her clitoris which was now so sensitive that Marty moaned loudly and tremors ran through her body each time his tongue and lips touched it.

"Yes, Jim, ooooh yes, keep eating me; eat my pussy. Tell me my pussy is delicious. Don't stop, please."

She may not have noticed, but he did. It was the first time, perhaps the first time in her life that she used the word pussy. "You like the way I eat your pussy?"

"You make my pussy feel like it's never felt before." Marty pressed his head into her pussy. "Keep eating my pussy, Jim."

Her pussy was gushing and Jim was lapping up all her sweet juices; like a puppy at his water bowl. He mumbled, "Marty, you're pussy is so ready to get fucked."

The words that crossed her lips, had never crossed them before: "Yes Jim, it's time; fuck me. Fuck me please. Let me feel your cock."

Jim smiled, "Marty, tell me again what you want." His tongue started again.

"I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock in my pussy. Please."

Jim Frawley smiled as he crawled on top of her. He was twenty-six, he'd been eating pussy. Of course, his cock was stiff. It easily slid in her gushing pussy hole. A hole that he recognized as bigger than any that he'd fucked before.

Mrs. Becker, even after five children, did not have a pussy like Marty's.

"Hmmmmm, Jim, you feel so good. I never thought it could feel like this. Fuck me, Jim, Make me feel like I did when you were eating me."

"You liked having your pussy eaten, didn't you?"

"It was the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, but now I need you to fuck me, but Jim, I'm embarrassed to say, I really don't know how."

"Just move your hips and ass like you did when I was eating your pussy."

Like I said, Marty Rainey had not realized that her hips and ass had been moving.

It wasn't a great fuck; not even a good fuck. Jim had fucked high school and college girls who were better, but no one was as loud as Marty Rainey. No one begged him to "fuck me harder, fuck me faster Jim. Your cock, oh your cock, your cock." And she did try to move her ass.

She was exhausted when they were finished, but not for long.

Marty took Jim in arms. "I'm so ready for more. That was the most amazing thing, I never thought . . ."

"Marty, it takes a man an hour or two to recover afterwards."

"Here snuggled up to these, maybe they'll encourage you to be ready sooner." She held his face against those mammoth tits. "I know you like them."

She didn't really let him rest. For that next hour, she badgered hm with questions. "Did you mean it when you said I had a delightful fragrance? When you said I have a sweet pussy, were you just trying to get me to fuck you? Jim, you don't have to make up stuff. After what you did to me, my titties and pussy are all yours. Play with my tits, fuck my pussy and you can definitely eat me anytime you want."

"Marty, I'm going to want to do all of those."

"How about you start with finding out if my pussy is still sweet?" She giggled, got on her back and spread her legs.

By now, you know that Jim Frawley didn't hesitate. Pussy was pussy and Marty Rainey had a very sweet pussy.

She wasn't shocked this time. "Thank you, Jim, I'm so looking forward to what your tongue does to me."

He started just licking her slit; up and down; up and down. Mumbling, "Marty, you taste even better than earlier. Much sweeter."

She held his head in her hands and slowly moved her hips.

It's when his tongue found her clitoris that Marty went crazy. No one had ever reacted like that the first time Jim ate her. Now, she was even louder and more animated.

Jim smiled as he tried to keep his tongue engaged. Keeping his face in her pussy was easy; her thick thighs had it locked in, but keeping his tongue and lips in contact with her clitoris was difficult, but not impossible.

"Aaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaaaw, oh Jim, oh Jim, oooooooh my pussy, my pussy." There were tears in her eyes after her second orgasm. Her fingernails scratched the headboard after the third one.

There was no quit in Jim's tongue. This was pussy, and as I said early, even after the beautiful Diedre Chung, and other twenty-somethings he'd eaten, he recognized that this was the tastiest pussy EVER!!!

Yes, fifty-year-old, almost virgin Marty Rainey's pussy was the most delicious pussy he'd ever eaten, and just imagine, when it came to cunnilingus, it was indeed virginal until earlier tonight.

It's hard to say who quit first, and they really didn't quit. Marty was so ready to get fucked, and Jim's cock could not have been any stiffer. Unspoken, he mounted her; his cock slid into that gushing pussy easily.

He didn't waste much time; he pounded away.

For a woman, who only a few hours ago was embarrassed about the way she looked, Marty had her legs spread, welcomed his cock and reveled in watching his eyes as he took her by the ankles and watched his cock go in and out. Not just looked at her pussy, but also all of her body; her body which she considered unattractive, in fact ugly. Like I said, it didn't seem to bother Jim Frawley. His cock could not have been any stiffer.

Later, after filling her pussy, he collapsed on her chest; her massive chest. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. "Did Mrs. Rainey wear you out? Get some rest; my pussy's going to want more in the morning."

Still catching his breath, "Marty, you have the best pussy." Like earlier, it wasn't the best fuck, but fucking was fucking. What he really meant was ‘you have the most delicious pussy I ever tasted.'

There was more fucking and pussy eating in the morning. It was as if Marty Rainey wanted to make up for over twenty-five years of self-imposed celibacy in one twenty-four-hour period.

Of course, we know that's impossible, but it didn't stop her from trying. Her method of incentive was to rub those humongous tits in Jim's face whenever she was ready for more. "I know what this does to your cock," she giggled.

"Jim, tell me while you work for me, what did you do for Sandra?"

"Ummm, Martha, just as I'd never tell anyone what you and I have been doing, I'd never tell anyone what Sandra and I did together."

"That's very gallant of you, but she did say something about relieving her stress. I'm guessing you relieved her stress with your tongue."

Jim just lay there silent.

Marty continued. "My job is probably just as stressful, maybe more so. I'd like you to show me how you relieved Sandra's stress."

Again, he didn't say anything, but the truth was, Jim was ready to eat Marty's pussy again. It had everything to do with those tits in his face.

He pulled her up out of bed, led her to the couch in the living area, where he sat her down and then got on his knees. That's how he spent the morning: relieving Marty's stress. Mostly it was just licking her slit; kissing her pussy all over; tonguing her huge pussy hole.

"Hmmmmmm, yes, that does relieve the stress I feel every day, and you did this all the time for Sandra?" He didn't answer; Jim just kept on eating.

"Jim, what if you and I worked out a similar arrangement?"

He kept on eating, but Marty did notice that his enthusiastic tongue became even more enthusiastic and started on her clitoris.

"I promise, I'll try to become a better fuck, and I suppose I'll have to learn how to give you a blowjob."

Jim was shocked. Marty had never used that word nor indicated any interest. He stood up. From eating her pussy; her delicious pussy, his cock could not have been any harder. It was pointed at the ceiling.

"Do you mean that?"

"Ummm, I tried it once but that was before you were born. I was drunk; disgusted with myself; almost threw up. The things your tongue does to me has me anxious to please you. Jim, bear with me. I want to; I just don't know how" She got on her knees while Jim sat on the couch.

"The only thing to remember is to keep your teeth out to of the way."

On her knees, Marty Rainey stared. The truth was she'd never seen a cock up close and personal before. That one time, she tried to suck a cock was in the dark, and she was drunk.

Now, it was mid-morning and the suite was bright.

She never realized they got so big. Sure, she'd felt Jim's inside her, but now looking at it: so long, so thick.

Marty started by kissing it all over. "You can use your tongue. Lick it, lick it like an ice cream cone; like I lick your pussy. You like the way I lick your pussy."

"Hmmmmmmm," she nodded, and her tongue met his cockhead.

It was perhaps twenty minutes later that Marty put a cock in her mouth. Theoretically, it wasn't the first time, but she wasn't drunk. It was completely voluntary. Perhaps, it was just natural, but she had no trouble putting almost six inches in her mouth almost immediately.

She loved the feeling; the feeling of Jim's hardness in her mouth. Marty knew it was what her tongue, lips and mouth did that caused that hardness, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she understood that Jim Frawley's cock was so hard from eating her pussy.

Just as it was natural for her to take so much in her mouth, it seemed natural for her lips to slide up and down that long, fat shaft. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm," she sucked, but didn't really know what she was doing.

"You're doing good for the first time, Marty." She wasn't. Like with fucking, Jim had better blowjobs from eighteen-year-olds. At least she didn't bite. "Let me take care of your pussy."

She thought Jim wanted to change places and eat her pussy. He didn't. He dragged her to bed, and on to her back. Without any hesitation he mounted her. "Marty, you're pussy is drenched. That's from sucking my cock. Tell me you liked it."

"I did. I can't believe how big it is, but right now you need to fuck me. You're right sucking your cock has my pussy so ready."

Jim's big cock fucked the shit out of her big, sloppy wet pussy. "I want to try again to suck your cock."

"And I want to eat your pussy again. I've never tasted a sweeter pussy. Did you see and feel how hard eating it makes my cock?"

Marty Rainey could not have been more pleased. Pleased that she was getting fucked; pleased that cock sucking was not as bad as she'd thought all these years. Mostly, she was pleased that Jim found her pussy tantalizing.

She called the front desk and reserved the suite for another night. Of course, she did. While she was on the phone Jim's tongue was busy. It was all she could do to not moan while talking to the front desk clerk.

"Jim, you and I have to come to an agreement like you did with Sandra Becker," she said after coming down from yet another orgasmic high.

"You hired me and paid me to sleep with her, is the way I see it," he mumbled while rubbing his face in her delightful and fragrant bush.

"Well, I suppose you're right. What would I have to do to get you to relieve my stress after a tough day all the time?" "When you say, relieve my stress, you mean . . ."

"Yes, Jim, I mean do to my pussy what you've been doing," she laughed, as she held his face hard against her bush and fucked it. "Do you want to tell me against what a lovely fragrance I have and how sweet I am."

Jim Frawley, although still on the payroll of Milhouse, Rainey and Blankenship was never seen in the office. He received glowing reviews from the partner, Martha Rainey.

As for Marty herself, she arranged to be in the office just on Wednesdays and not even every Wednesday. The rest of the time she worked remotely. Often sitting at her desk naked while Jim massaged her pussy.

As you might imagine, she frequently found it difficult to concentrate. As much as it pained her, she insisted that he take his tongue out of her pussy when she made a phone call.

Sometimes, when Marty was on a very important business phone call; a call where perhaps millions of dollars were at stake, Jim would tease her pussy with his tongue. Other times, he stand in front of her; get naked, and encourage his cock to rise, while she tried to concentrate on some business deal.

As soon as she could, she'd get off the phone and on her knees.

Over the years, she'd bought homes in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, Cabo San Lucas and Paris. She worked from one of these places more and more as the years went by. Jim was always with her. Her pussy always anxious for his cock and tongue.

There was nothing she liked better than to walk into a restaurant, perhaps in Paris, fix her gaze on some woman her age, and with her eyes let that woman know that ‘yes, this young man finds the taste of my pussy enchanting.'

She'd squeeze his arm, letting that woman know that this young man might just be the world's best pussy eater.

She didn't get any better at sucking his cock, although once a week or so, she tried. She also didn't become a better fuck, although after a long session of pussy eating, insisted "Jim, please, take me to bed and fuck me. My pussy needs your cock."

Among his friends and fraternity brothers at Delta Mu wanted to know what he saw in that old, unattractive, some might say ugly woman, he'd smile, "guys, never judge a book by its cover," but he was thinking, Marty has the most delicious pussy, and just the thought would cause some movement in his pants.

Then he'd rush home, "Marty, I couldn't help it, I was thinking about you today, and just had to remind myself what I see in you. Why don't you get undressed, I'll pour you a drink, and my tongue will be in its happy place."

"How can I resist? Jim, show me how much you love my pussy."

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

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