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"Steve, Steve Harrelson? What are you doing here?"

"I'm an assistant football coach." We hugged, but it was just a friendly hug. After all it had been five years. "Why are you here?"

As the other coaches left, I explained about Jamie Fairmont.

"Good kid, and a pretty good football player. Are you coming to the game tomorrow night?"

I explained about his father having him for the weekend.

"Listen, after the game, I have to make sure the kids shower, but how about a late drink?"

By now you know me. A late drink? Fine. An early breakfast? Even better, especially if it involves cock, but is that what Steve was interested in?

"How about this? How about you come over to my house for that late drink?" A girl can't be too obvious, can she? "Sounds good."

I gave him my address and phone number. If you'll recall Jamie would be with his father until Sunday night. It was almost 11 PM by the time Steve showed up, but I kind of expected that.

I was dressed to kill or as dressed to kill as a fifty-three-year-old woman can be. The negligee showed off my 34CCs in case Steve forgot. It was short, too. Almost too short when I sat down.

We talked about mundane things like him going off to college, his mom, that sort of stuff. "Steve whatever happened with you and that girl you were seeing? What was her name?"

"You mean Karen? We stayed together through freshman year in college." He laughed, "you and my mom were right. When she was ready, oh boy was she ready."

I just had to ask, "what do you mean?"

He blushed, "Ummm, when Karen finally let me ummmm . . ."

"Steve, remember we know each other too well. Are you trying to say when Karen finally let you fuck her?"

He blushed. "With what I learned from you, she went crazy when I got on top of her."

Now I blushed. Remember, I seduced an eighteen-year-old boy. I was forty-eight at the time.

Steve continued, "and once I told her what you did to my cock with your mouth, she couldn't wait. Of course, she was nothing like you."

"You didn't mention me by name?"

"No, of course not, but Miss McHugh, if you recall, Karen went wild when I showed her what you taught me to do with my tongue."

By now, if I was wearing panties, they'd be drenched.

"I'm sure you were. Anyhow, the more I practiced, the better I became. After we broke up other women praised my tongue work. Even one of my professors, a woman in her thirties, told me she'd never been eaten like the way I ate her. I can't thank you enough for teaching me."

It was then that Steve moved closer to me, put down his drink, took my hand and looked me in the eyes. "Miss McHugh, I'd love to show you what I can do with my tongue."

I could feel my pussy gushing; my thighs were wet.

"Ummmm, Steve, you know I'm fifty-three now. Nobody wants to . . ."

He leaned over, kissed me on the mouth and put one hand on my tit. I didn't resist. In fact, within moments my tongue was in his mouth. He mumbled, "I want to."

On the way to my bedroom, the negligee came off and I wasn't in bed more than a minute before twenty-three-year-old Steve Harrelson joined me; naked.

I know what Steve wanted, he'd made that clear, but there was something I wanted. I didn't waste any time. "Steve, I haven't forgotten how good your cock was to suck." As you know, that's what I do.

I went down on him.

"My God, Steve, I think you've grown. It's so much bigger than I remember." Then it was in my mouth. Long, fat, hard. Need I say more. I sucked and sucked. I licked his cockhead, his shaft, his balls, but mostly I sucked.

Momentarily, I took it out of my mouth. "Steve, thank you for giving an old lady a thrill. I don't think I've ever sucked a bigger, more beautiful cock." Then it was back in my mouth. He didn't have to know that there were any number as big, as thick, as hard.

As you know, deep-throating was my thing. All the way down to his ball sack and back again, I bobbed. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't going to make him cum. My pussy was aching for that cock as much as my mouth wanted it.

I took it out, "Steve, you have to fuck me. I can't wait any longer." I got off him, and didn't hesitate to get on my back.

He didn't fuck me; at least not right away. He got on top of me and his hands and mouth started on my tits. "I haven't forgotten how beautiful your titties are." He mauled them but in a good way. We're talking about my fifty-three-year-old tits. I was thrilled. My pussy was so wet, I could have easily taken a telephone pole.

He spent a long time on them. Then, he started kissing me lower and lower. "Miss McHugh, I have a confession to make."

I was afraid he was going to tell me was married or worse had an STD. Remember, I'd just taken it out of my mouth; I'd licked the pre-cum from his cockhead.

"Ummm, remember you caught me jerking off in the shower."

"Steve, the way I remember it, I was spying on you. It was the first time I saw your magnificent cock."

He was kissing me below my belly button. "Anyhow, after my mother got home, of course, I still jerked off, but all I could think about was what it was like to eat your pussy. Every time, and you know it was often more than once a day."

I suppose I should have been pleased. I pushed Steve's head lower; into my prominent bush.

He continued, "when I started to eat pussy, all I thought about was this." His tongue started.

I think I came right then and there. It was like a mini-orgasm.

Steve continued mumbling as he ate, "I'd have a date with a girl; a girl maybe twenty or even nineteen; we'd fuck, I'd eat her pussy, but all the time I was thinking of eating Miss McHugh's pussy."

I held his head in my hands. It was unique, but I liked it. I mean the way Steve talked while he ate. "Then I'd get home and jerk off, not thinking about my date, but about eating your pussy. Miss McHugh, the real thing is better than any fantasy. Your pussy is delectable."

Steve ate and ate, just as I had sucked and sucked. I came and came again until I was begging to get fucked. "Your cock, Steve, your tongue is so good to me, but I need you to fuck my pussy. Give me that big cock."

"You don't want me to keep eating your sweet pussy?"

"Yes, no, not right now." I was confused. I almost screamed it, "FUCK ME, STEVE. FUCK ME RIGHT NOW."

I'd been eaten by more talented tongues, but never the way he ate me. His words, at least for me, were as much of a turn on as his tongue.

When his cock slipped inside my pussy, it was the most joyful moment. "Yes, oh yes, Steve. Your cock feels so good. If you don't remember, I like it hard and fast. Ram that big cock inside me."

Steve followed directions well. He rammed that big cock inside of me hard and fast. The fucking was phenomenal. Too be fair, he wasn't as good as Bryan Wilmot, but I was in heaven. "Yes, Steve, oh yes, I love your cock. I love what it does to my pussy."

"Do you want to suck it again?"

There was that confusion again. "Yes, oh yes, but no, not right now. Keep fucking me."

Steve pounded my pussy just like I wanted, and liked, and to my great joy kept going and going.

I say this with great pride; my big ass met every thrust. I felt like I was a newly-wed again. It may not have been the best fuck I'd ever had, but it was the most satisfying.

We were both breathing hard when we finished.

Ladies, I don't know anything about you or the guys you've been with, but my experience is that men need some time. Sometimes, they just rest, other times they fall asleep. Even boys like Steve need time to recover.

So, it was a complete surprise when Steve started kissing his way down. Past my tits, past my belly button. "Miss McHugh, I know you asked for it, but I hope I didn't hurt you."

"No, Steve. That was an amazing fuck."

"I'm glad you liked it, but just in case." He started kissing me all over; my bush my labia: inner and outer.

More about my experience: guys want nothing to do with their own cum. Not Steve, his tongue started on my pussy hole; cleaning up our combined juices.

"Steve, this is wonderful, but if you're trying to entice me to a second round, you're going to have to wait until morning. You are going to stay until morning?"

"If I'm going to get more of this, of course." He rubbed his face in my bush.

I slept peacefully, and was pleased to see that Steve was still there in the morning. I don't know much about guys, but I couldn't believe that any guy would not want to wake up to a blowjob.

Personally, I know lots of people like to start their day with a cup of coffee. Me? I like to start my day with a cock my mouth.

He wasn't hard yet, and less than half a wake. I didn't care. I knew how to make it hard.

I had most of his semi-hard cock in my mouth when he opened his eyes.

I smiled up at him and took it out. "Can you think of a better way to start the day?" I laughed.

"Well, you could let me use the bathroom, and when I get back I'd want those beautiful tits and it goes without saying your sweet pussy."

"Oh, you're going to get them alright."

See what I meant about karma. I did a favor for Sergeant Sara Fairmont and I end up with one of the best nights of my life.

TO BE CONTINUED

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