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"You may think I'm crazy, but you were right, I could go for a good fucking. What do you say?" Her hand was almost to my crotch. "You see, Mr. McGregor . . ."

"Austin."

"You see Austin, I can be as blunt as you. I know you have an off-day tomorrow; my condo on the beach isn't too far, my driver is outside and I'm sure there's cold beer in my frig."

You know that pussy is pussy, but . . . Grumpy Face still hadn't smiled and she had to be ten years older than fifty-one-year-old Mrs. Lansing. Do the math. Not only that, but even for her age, her body wasn't all that attractive; not that I looked all that closely. And her face, YIKES!!!!!

On the other hand, all winter I was dedicated to getting better. Hitting, fielding, stronger. There wasn't much time for girls. What I'm saying is that from October through March, I'd only gotten laid two or three times. I was twenty-years-old.

In a few minutes, we were in her Town Car. Ten minutes later, we were in her condo. I wasn't displeased that in her bedroom there was only a night light showing the way to the bathroom. "Austin, I do need a good fucking, but I hope you won't be disappointed. . ."

Star went down on me. In a few minutes, I was debating if she was called Star because of her name, Starling, or because she was a star cocksucker.

Other than Mrs. Lansing, there'd been one girl this winter who sucked my cock, so it's not like I have a lot to compare. Star Mendon had to be the greatest cocksucker ever.

"My God Austin, you have one big cock. I don't think I've ever had one this big. I hope I can suck it to your satisfaction." Then it was back in her mouth; all of it.

Mrs. Lansing said I had a big cock; I had no way of knowing. In the locker room's shower, nobody's cock was hard. Star sucked and sucked. When she took it out, "didn't you say I needed a good fucking? Austin, give me a good fucking."

Although my eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness, I thought given the way Star looked that I should fuck her like a dog. Mrs. Lansing told me that once in a while she liked it liked that.

Star was already on her back with her legs spread. I mounted her. I was shocked, maybe it was from sucking my cock, but her old pussy was drenched and my cock, and according to her and Mrs. Lansing, my big cock, easily slipped in.

As soon as my cockhead was in; Star started. Moaning loudly, "yeah, oh yeah, oooooh Austin. Your cock, oh your cock. You were so right, I needed a good fucking; give it to me. Fuck me, Austin, fuck me. Give me a good fucking."

Star's ass and hips moved like one or two of those twenty-year-olds I fucked this winter back home in California.

Sometimes with Mrs. Lansing, she liked a slow rhythmic screw; other times, especially after I ate her pussy, she liked me to bang her hard.

I didn't know what Star liked, and frankly I didn't care. She wanted to get fucked; I fucked her hard; pounding that sloppy wet pussy.

"Like that, Austin, like that. You know what Star's pussy needs. Fuck me, Austin. Fuck me good."

If you recall, Mrs. Lansing taught me to wait and wait. "Austin, women like it when you fuck us and keep fucking us. Don't bunt, Austin, go for the long ball with your big bat."

That's how I fucked Star. I kept ramming it in and out of that old pussy. I could have kept going, but, "Austin, your cock is so good to me. Take it out so I can suck it some more. I want it in my mouth; Austin, I need it in my mouth. I'd love to give you a blowjob. I want you to cum in my mouth. Let me fuck you with my mouth."

That was a surprise, Anyhow, for a few minutes, I kept slamming in and out, and Star kept moaning and begging to suck it. She was insistent, and I had to admit, the things she did with her mouth were special.

Mrs. Lansing was a great cocksucker. Of course, I had nothing to compare, but the way Star took my cock in her mouth was beyond words. She gobbled it up. If I, indeed, had a big cock, Star made it disappear.

Then, there was the way she finished. Just before I spurted, Star took it out of her mouth and one, two and then a third blast, she aimed all over her face. "Yeah, Austin, oh yeah, oh yeah. Hmmmm, oh Austin. You were incredible."

She didn't even bother to wipe any of my cum off; she just put her head on my six-pack. "Austin, I need to rest a bit."

I thought, given her age, she was done for the night. I thought in a bit, I'd roll off and find my way home. Less than two hours later, she started playing with my cock. "Austin, your cock was so good to me; you were right, I needed a good fucking. Can I talk you into fucking me again?"

It didn't take long for her hand to get my cock hard. "I'm so ready, Austin. Fuck me." Star had not gotten out of bed, so her face was still cum-covered. My dried cum was everywhere: chin, cheeks, nose, forehead, even in her hair.

I got on top of her. Just like earlier, that pussy was sloppy wet. My cock slipped in easily, and just like earlier, Star was a fucking machine; a loud, noisy fucking machine. "Like that, Austin. That's what my pussy needs. Fuck me just like that with your big cock. Fuck me, yes, fuck me, Oooooh your cock, Austin, your cock. I'm going to want to suck it again, but not right now."

I was always fascinated watching Mrs. Lansing suck my cock.

Even in the semi-darkness of Star's bedroom, I'd watched as she blew me. I'm not complaining, but I wondered why a woman would do that. "Star, you liked my cock in your mouth?"

"Austin, for a woman my age to feel your hardness, your youth in my mouth, and knowing that I was responsible for it, as you can tell made my pussy gush. I like the way it feels all over my face, but later, I'm going to swallow all your cum. It'll be like getting a shot of youth serum. But right now, I need you to fuck my old pussy. When I was in my twenties, there was a lot of traffic going in and out of there. Make me feel like that again."

It was as good a fuck as I'd had, not that there were that many besides Mrs. Lansing. Star was a better fuck than the few twenty-year-olds I'd fucked during the winter back home in California. She was more animated and far more noisier. When I came, she went wild. "Take it out, Austin, take it out. Let me suck it."

"Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm." She had it as deep in her mouth as it has been in her pussy. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, thank you, Austin, you were way too kind to this old lady." She sucked until my cock died.

"Austin, you were magnificent, and your cock, oh my. I feel so lucky. If you want to leave, I'm fine. I'll have my driver take you back to your car at the restaurant."

Now, you might think, Austin if you stay, you might get another blowjob or get fucked in the morning.

No, I wasn't going to sleep with a sixty-three-year-old woman. It was bad enough that I fucked her and let her suck my cock. I was done.

It was almost 3 AM before I got home. I went right to sleep; discarding my clothes on the floor by my bed.

At 9 AM my phone rang, "Austin, a woman with my connections can find out just about anything about anyone. I'm just around the corner; how do you like your coffee?"

I was trying to wake up. I thought I recognized the voice. "Star?"

"Austin, my driver is taking me to Tallahassee; I'm having lunch with the governor. I'll be bored to tears. Let me have something memorable to ease the tediousness."

"You know where I live?"

"Of course."

"Coffee, black, I'll leave the door unlocked. I need a shower to wake up."

I picked up my clothes off the floor. I wasn't a slob, but I wasn't a neat freak either. I straightened up a little and jumped in the shower.

Then I heard her, "Hello, Austin, you look even more delicious in the daytime. I'm talking about your cock." She was peeking around the shower curtain. "I'll be on your bed. I think you know what I want."

When I got out of the shower and dried off, I walked into my bedroom. Star was on the bed, but dressed; dressed like she was going to have lunch with the governor. "You do look yummy. Come up here and let Star give you a kiss."

I got on the bed next to her. Star didn't mean a kiss on the mouth. She went down on me, and stayed there. Her lips were going up and down on my cock. I watched the top of her head bobbing up and down. "Hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm," she sucked.

It took a long time, which didn't seem to bother her. Finally, I grunted and groaned. Even after last night, I thought I gave her a good mouthful. "Austin, I think you were even more delicious than last night, Thank you."

Star got out of bed. "I have to run; I don't want to keep the governor waiting."

"Ummm, you might want to check your make-up."

Her lipstick was askew. "I'm going to leave it like that. The governor thinks I'm an old shrew. With my messy lipstick and your cum on my breath, maybe he'll change his opinion." For the first time, I saw Star crack a smile and there was a twinkle in her eye.

"I should be back by nine, I never gave you that beer I promised you last night. Why don't I call you about half hour before I'm back and we can meet at my house?" Then she was gone.

I did a lot of nothing on the day off, but I did get in some batting practice and some weight work. I didn't really thing about Star, but then at 8:30 my phone rang. "I can pick you up or you can meet me at my place. Austin, I really do owe you that beer."

She gave me her address and I arrived just as her driver was leaving. "Let me change, and mix myself a martini. There's beer in the frig." I was dressed as usual, tee shirts, shorts, flip flops.

I sat on her living room couch, sipping the beer. Ten minutes later she came into the room, martini in hand. What she changed into was elegant, but it didn't hide her age nor her not so attractive face and body.

Star sat next to me. "Tell me Austin, do they show instant replays on the scoreboard at the stadium?"

"Not as often as the fans would like, why?"

She put her martini glass down. "I know you have a game tomorrow and I wouldn't want to tire you out. Why don't I give you an instant replay of this morning?" She dragged me to her bedroom, helped me undress and then just like the morning, I got an all-world blowjob.

"Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmm," she sucked. She took it out briefly, "Austin, I have to tell you, this is the biggest, most beautiful, most delicious cock I've ever sucked. I hope you'll make it available to me more often."

Then she was back on it, and didn't quit until I rewarded her with what she called a "tasty mouthful."

Over the following weeks. Star kept track of the team's schedule and would make herself available whenever it made sense. The night before a day off, there'd be fucking, followed by a morning blowjob, followed by another fuck. After a game when I played poorly, Star made me forget about it with an unforgettable blowjob. After a game when I played great there would be a blowjob as a reward.

She wasn't part of any Booster Club, but when we were scheduled for three games in Nashville, and there was the threat of severe storms, she flew in and booked herself into a 5-Star hotel. The weatherman wasn't wrong; we were rained out, and I spent two days in bed. I was now twenty and Star was sixty-three, maybe sixty-four.

That's when it happened. "Austin, I hope this isn't too much to ask, but it has been over ten years since my pussy has enjoyed the feeling of a man's tongue."

I hesitated. It was one thing to eat Mrs. Lansing's fifty-one-year-old pussy; it was quite another to eat Star's much older pussy.

"Do you know what I mean? Remember, the first time we met, you mentioned that pussy eating was your favorite way of having sex, don't you?"

Caught, damn. Yes, I did say that.

At the moment, we were sitting on the couch in the living area of that 5-Star hotel suite; we were both wearing hotel robes. "You do know how, don't you?"

I didn't say anything; I got on my knees. Star opened that robe. She had huge, unruly, dark bush. It's not that I hadn't seen it before, but only while fucking it.

If you recall, every time I'd fucked it, my cock just slipped in. It was always slick. Now, looking at it, her pussy was glistening. You may recall that by the time Mrs. Lansing and I split up, she claimed that I was extraordinary. Extraordinary, when it came to pussy eating. Since she was my one and only when it came to cunnilingus, I didn't know any other way.

What I'm saying is that I ate Star's old pussy, extraordinarily. "That's what Star was looking for; lick my juicy pussy. I'm sure you find it tasty, don't you?"

I could only nod my head. I thought Mrs. Lansing had a sweet pussy; but not like this. When I signed my contract, the owner of the team took me to the finest steak house in LA; the beef was superb; I didn't think I'd ever taste anything as delectable. It wasn't nearly as superb as Star's pussy.

Mrs. Lansing taught me where I'd fine her clitoris, and I discovered what my tongue could do to her.

I didn't go to Star's clitoris; I was fascinated by the taste of her delectable pussy. I licked and licked: from near her asshole up to her clitoris, but as I said I didn't spend any time there; I slid my tongue back down. Up and down my tongue went.

"Fuck my hole with your tongue, Austin. I'm sure you'll find it even more delicious."

I was good at following directions, and I could feel my cock throbbing. "Like that, Austin, just like that. Try to stick it in there. Star wants to feel your tongue in her scrumptious pussy hole. It is scrumptious, isn't it?"

I nodded. My cock was telling me it was time to fuck that pussy or to get a blowjob. My tongue was telling me that it had zero interest in leaving that pussy. My tongue won out. I ate and ate; then ate some more.

"You're a good boy, Austin. Do you know where my clitoris is?"

I didn't say a word; I slid my tongue up and massaged it. "Ooooooooooooooooooooooh, oooooooooooh, Austin. You not only carry a Louisville Slugger, but your tongue knows how to please Star's pussy, too. Like that, just like that. Oooooooh yeah, ooooh yeah. OOOOOOOH AUSTIN!"

While she came down from her orgasmic high, I rubbed my face in that wild bush. "Star, I don't have much experience, but I can't imagine ever eating a pussy as delicious."

She laughed. "You're finding out, Star's secret. Eat me some more," she pushed my head back into her pussy."

For much of the day there was no fucking, no blowjob, just eating. My cock was throbbing, and it could not have been any harder. I loved every minute of eating Star's old pussy. Even when she wanted to rest, my tongue stayed busy; sometimes just licking her slit.

Later in bed, "Have you discovered Star's secret?"

"If you mean your delicious pussy, oh, I have, I have."

"There's much more to it than that. Let me tell you a little story."

TO BE CONTINUED

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