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"Okay, but I think you'll be sorry. Come with me." She rolled me off, and led me to her sister's living room. Although, of course, I'd seen her naked before, I thought she looked good for fifty.

In the living room, she sat in an arm chair with her legs over the arms. "If you'll get on your knees, Helen will tell you how she dreams of getting eaten." She had a big smile on her face.

"First, you can tell me that I have a beautiful pussy. No one, not my husband, not any of my lovers, have ever told me that. Sil, do I have a beautiful pussy?"

I told her.

"Sil, now you can tell me I smell nice." She pushed my head forward. "I've heard men say pussy smells like old, dead fish. Tell me I have a lovely fragrance."

I did, but I didn't wait for the next thing on her list. I couldn't wait. I licked her pussy from near her asshole up to her clitoris. "My little button is right there; yeah, right there. If you do it just right; nice and slow, you'll have me climbing the walls, and I'll give you anything you want, even things you haven't thought of," she laughed. "Tell me, Sil. Tell me it's beautiful and smells good, and tastes good."

I mumbled.

And whenever I ate her from then on, I always told her. The truth was I thought her pussy was beautiful. I thought she smelled heavenly and she tasted yummy.

"Yummy, Sil, I like yummy." She held my head in her hands as I ate.

Helen had an orgasm; then another.

"Sil, when you do me like that, I am so ready for your cock. Take me back to bed and fuck me."

In bed we embraced. "Sil, I said if your tongue does me just right, you can have anything. Fuck me, Sil. Would you like to be on top? How about me being on top? Would you like a blowjob? How about fucking me like a dog?"

I started to get on top. "Sil, when I say you can do me like a dog, after what you did to me, when I say like a dog. I mean you can fuck me in the ass if you want."

I didn't want, at least not right then."

I got on top, and Helen wasn't kidding. After my tongue work and orgasms, you would have thought that was a twenty-year-old ass moving.

We bounced up and down on that bed. I was getting as good a fuck as I'd ever had, and Helen, at least to me, seemed like she was fucking like it was the last time she'd get fucked.

However, I'd been thinking about something since I was on my knees eating her. I slowed down for a moment, "Helen, tell me you love fucking my cock, but right now what you really want is for me to eat your pussy again."

I'd slowed down; she hadn't. Now she did. "Sil, you mean that, really?"

"I do. Who wouldn't want to eat that beautiful, yummy pussy? Tell me to drag you out to the living room, sit you in that chair, spread your legs over the arms, and get busy."

She laughed, "if you put it like that." She pushed me off her, but didn't have to drag me to the living room. I went completely willingly.

It might have been the best morning of her fifty years. A much younger man insisted on eating her beautiful, yummy pussy, and the fucking had been like nothing before.

Before, meaning her whole life, her husband, on their honeymoon, ate her and regularly their first year of marriage, but not since. They'd been married over twenty-five years. And here, her first weekend with me, I not only willingly ate her, insisted on being told how she liked it. "Sil, I like it all the time."

"I guess all the time means like now." I opened her legs a little wider. "Helen, you have a beautiful pussy. I need to find out if it's as yummy as it looks."

My tongue started, and didn't quit until: "Sil, you have to fuck me. My pussy wants your cock."

"I thought you wanted me to eat you," I said coming up for air.

"I did, but Sil, a girl can change her mind, can't she?"

Helen was as good a fuck as earlier. Her ass was in non-stop motion. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh your cock, your cock."

When we rested, "Sil, how about next weekend? Can we spend the weekend together like this?"

We did, but this time her sister was home, but it was a big house. Helen wasn't any quieter when we fucked or when I ate her. I thought for sure that eating her in the living room while she sat in the chair wasn't going to happen.

I was fine with that. I ate her while she lay on the edge of the bed, and I knelt on the floor. "Sil, I want to go out in the living room. I liked that a lot."

"What about your sister?"

"She's in her room. She won't bother us and we won't bother her."

If that turned her on, I was okay with it. Maybe the fucking later would be even better. Helen knew her sister better than I did. I hadn't met her yet.

It didn't turn out the way Helen expected. Just as she was about to have another orgasm, her sister, Louise walked in on us. She must not have heard Helen's moans. I thought she was loud.

"Oh, excuse me, I didn't know . . ." Louise turned and walked away.

I stopped. I mean what else was I supposed to do? "No, no, no, Sil, I'm so close, please." She pushed my head down.

Later, we were back in her room, she was snuggling in my arms. "Sil, you were fantastic. I'm sorry about my sister. I thought for sure she wouldn't come down."

"I can't believe that she didn't hear you. The neighbors probably did," I laughed.

"Was I that loud?"

"Oh yeah."

"That's because of what you were doing to me. Sil, let me make it up to you."

"You already did. I got to eat your beautiful, yummy pussy."

"You didn't mention my lovely fragrance," she giggled. "Sil, when I was married, I told you that my husband after our first year together had no interest in eating me, but he insisted that I, well, that I become adept at oral sex. This is so embarrassing."

"Helen, you don't have to say anything. It's okay."

"No, if we're going to be together even if it's just for the weekend, I have to tell you. Anyhow, the last ten years of our marriage, it was the only way he wanted to have sex. Two or three nights a week; sometimes twice a night. What I'm trying to say is that if I do say so myself, to keep our marriage alive, I became very talented. Sil, very talented. I know you won't be disappointed."

Helen went down on me.

She wasn't lying. I thought my ex-wife gave a great blowjob; she was an amateur compared to Helen. The woman was masterful. Strike that. Far, far, far beyond masterful. She was a genius.

Even after I came, I didn't want her lips to leave my cock. I didn't want my cock to leave the warmth of her mouth. Weekends were spent at my apartment or at her sister's house.

Speaking of her sister, although she apologized a number of times, and Helen promised that we'd stick to her bedroom, it didn't work out that way.

Helen loved sitting in the chair in the living room with her legs spread over the arms of the chair while I ate and ate. More than once, Louise walked in on us.

We tried moving the chair or another chair into the guest bedroom, but the bedroom was too small or the chair was too big. At my apartment, except when we were fucking, Helen sat in a living room chair, I bought especially for her. Helen was beside herself with excitement the first time she saw it. "Sil, I want to try it out right now."

Later that night, I was rewarded with the most incredible blowjob you or I could imagine.

In the morning, "Sil, did you like what I did to you last night," she giggled.

"Who wouldn't? You're the most talented woman I've ever been with."

"Are you trying to say that I gave you the best blowjobs you ever had?"

"I am. You were incredible."

"Then I suppose it wouldn't be too difficult for me to talk you into an encore performance. Sil, I like to call it a performance.

When you want a blowjob, you might want to say, ‘Helen, are you in the mood to perform for me.' And Sil, I have to tell you I'm always in the mood to perform."

We didn't verbalize it, but Helen and I had a monogamous relationship and spent every weekend together over the next few months.

After a week traveling, to come home, take a shower and then have Helen perform for me, was just about the best thing I could think of.

One morning after she had, as she liked to put it "performed for me," she said, "Sil, I need a favor, but I don't want you to feel obligated."

"What is it?"

"In two months, On June 21st, my daughter is getting married in Cleveland. I'd love for you to be my date." "Of course. I need to put in a request for time off, but that's easy enough."

"Thank you, Sil. The hotel, the flight, everything is on me, and I promise you, if you think my performance this morning was awesome, you just wait," she laughed.

I took a week off from work, and we flew out of Hartford on Wednesday. Louise was with us, and Wednesday night the three of us had dinner with Helen's daughter, Amy and her fiancé, Ian. Beautiful bride, beautiful couple. They were recent college graduates, had great jobs. Amy and Ian were both twenty-two. To be clear, Helen's daughter Amy was only five years older than me.

It wasn't until Friday night at the rehearsal dinner that I met her ex-, Tom. Now, I knew why she wanted me to come along. Her ex- was with his girlfriend, who was almost the same age as the bride and stunningly beautiful. He'd left Helen for her.

There was tension in the air, but the dinner went off without incident.

When we got back to our suite and got ready for bed, "Helen, there's a chair in here that's perfect for what I think you need," I smiled.

"I think you're right, Sil." She sat in the chair, legs spread over the arms, and I got on my knees and started, but first, "you have the most beautiful pussy. It looks good enough to eat."

"And my fragrance?"

"Lovely." Then I started and didn't quit. More than once, I assured her, "Helen, I guarantee, Tom is not having anything as yummy as your pussy."

"Keep eating me, Sil. Tell me again how yummy I taste. Make me cum again, please."

She was loud; louder than usual. Later in bed, her ass rattled the bed. It was a five-star hotel, but the bed was squeaking and I'd never seen a woman so animated; so loud.

We slept in each other's arms. "Thank you, Sil for making tonight so special."

In the morning, Helen woke me up early. "Sil, the wedding's at 4, I have a hair appointment at 1. That gives me all morning."

"For what?"

"Remember, I promised you a performance," she laughed. "Sil, I want to perform for you all morning. I need to know that there is no way in hell that Tom is getting from that tramp what I'm giving you."

We missed breakfast, but I didn't care. As for Helen, it was like an all you can eat buffet with just one item: my cock and Helen just couldn't get enough; she kept going back for more. Yes, her lips, tongue and mouth provided an unmatched performance. After I came, she just went on and on, making sure round two was every bit as good as round one.

There was no way that Tom, her ex- was getting anything like I was getting, and since they'd been married for decades, he had to know it, no matter how talented that twenty-two-year-old homewrecker was.

Helen and I left the suite at the same time. We met Louise at the elevators; they both were on their way to getting their hair done. Her room was next to ours. Louise said, "Sil, I just have to ask, this is a high- end hotel, but I could hear my sister last night. What were you doing to her? Helen, I've never heard you make so much noise," she had a big smile on her face.

I blushed.

Helen's cheeks were still red from her morning exertions laughed. "Louise, Sil was very good to me last night."

Louise started laughing, too.

"What's so funny?" Helen wanted to know.

"I'm just trying to picture it. Like at my house, you found a nice comfortable arm chair and Sil spent much of the night, what did you call it, being "very good to you."

"Louise!!!!!"

"I'm guessing it's true. Helen, look in a mirror, you may not need any make-up for the wedding. You're glowing."

Apparently, Louise knew nothing about Helen's morning performance.

The wedding was beautiful Helen and Tom were cordial for Amy's sake.

That night, "Sil, I don't know what your wedding night was like, but I have to tell you, Tom and I fucked and fucked some more.

I'm sure that's what Amy and Ian are doing right now. I'd like you to fuck me like I was a new bride. Bang the shit out of me. Make me scream so loud that Louise next door hears me," she giggled, "again."

"Well, okay, if that's what you want, but I have to tell you, I was nineteen when I got married, and a virgin. I have an older brother, and before I got married he took me aside and explained about eating pussy. On our wedding night, my bride was thrilled. Would you liked to be thrilled tonight Helen?"

"You mean, you'd like to see this blushing bride's, ummmm, what might a young bride call it?"

"Oh, you'd like to play the blushing bride tonight? Well, how about this, a young newlywed probably wouldn't call it a pussy, how about la-la?"

"La-la? What's that?"

I smiled, "that's the sound my tongue makes when it's busy in your la-la."

"Oh, I think I'm going to like that la-la sound. Sil, are you ready to make that sound for me?" Helen made herself comfortable with her legs spread.

From then on, both of us called her pussy her la-la. It always brought a smile to my face when she said, "Sil, my la-la's in dire need this morning."

For the next hour or so, while Helen moaned, sighed and made strange orgasmic noises, the sounds coming from my mouth were "la-la-la-la-la-la."

Eventually, she pulled me by the hair, "Sil, now I definitely need you to fuck the shit out of me." Helen pulled me up and dragged me to bed.

Sunday there was more fucking and eating.

Monday, Helen insisted on performing, then performing again. Even at my age, she was wearing me out. Helen knew it, but "Sil, I don't know what it is, but I can't get enough of your cock; whether it's in my la-la or in my mouth. And I never get tired of blowing you."

She confided in her sister. Louise wasn't just her sister, but a psychologist who helped Helen through the trauma of a divorce and a cheating husband.

"Helen, Amy has made it clear that she wants to get pregnant as soon as possible. She might be getting pregnant as we speak," Louise smiled. "That means that within a year you could be a grandmother."

"I'd be thrilled."

"Of course, but nobody equates being a grandmother with sex. Unconsciously your brain is telling you that your sex life is almost over, and you're trying to make the most of the time you have left. Does that make sense?"

"It does, but I don't want to drive Sil away. He's wonderful."

"I know, I hear you. I've heard you and seen you at my house; I've heard you in the hotel," she laughed.

Helen blushed even though this was her sister. Even though when she found out about Tom and his twenty-two-year-old girlfriend she confided in Louise, and spilled her guts out. "Louise, I gave him everything he wanted. He wanted to fuck my ass, I learned to not just tolerate it, but to like it." She cried,

"What about oral sex?"

"He has no interest."

"No, I mean does he ask you to service him?"

"The last few years, well it's been almost ten years, that's the only kind of sex he wants," there were more tears now, "And Louise, I'm embarrassed to say, I've not only accommodated him, but I also became an expert."

Now, she was concerned that she was too demanding. "Helen, make the most of it, and once you're a grandmother make a conscious effort to get as much sex as you're getting now."

"What about Sil?"

"He's young. I can almost guarantee that like any guy, he can't get enough pussy, and anything else you're giving him. Besides, Helen, if not Sil, I assure that there are lots of guys out there who would be ecstatic to get what you have to offer." Helen blushed again, "Louise, you mean blowjobs, don't you?"

"You said it," she laughed.

Until I came along, Helen hadn't been fucked in ages; remember her husband insisted on blowjobs. I was the recipient of her hungry, very hungry pussy. And her mouth was always hungry.

Helen wanted to do it everywhere, anyway and anytime. I wasn't into anal, but Helen insisted and damn, that girl knew how to ass fuck and took me along for the ride.

It wasn't just anal; she wanted to try everything. For example, one Saturday morning, she dragged me to that chair where she had me knee in front of her. "Sil, I want you to watch me masturbate, and then when I'm done, I want you to lick my juicy pussy."

"You mean, you want me to sit here, look at your beautiful pussy and then lick your yummy pussy?"

"Yes, and then here's the hard part. I want to watch you."

I'd never done that. I mean in front of anyone, and didn't plan to. "Sil, we'll talk about it when I'm done." She started.

Back in Connecticut, Helen started looking for her own home. It wasn't easy; Connecticut was much more expensive than Ohio.

Everything changed six months after Amy's wedding. "Mom," Amy called, "I'm having twins and my OB/GYN said they might come early."

"I thought you were having a boy."

"I did, too. The doctor did, too, but after more testing . . ."

"Okay, listen, I need a few days, maybe a week, to clear up things here, then I'll be on my way. I'll drive back. Amy, I'll be there for you. Love you."

TO BE CONTINUED

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