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in bed; naked. "Seth, if I recall you enjoyed the taste of Gloria's Glorious Puss, how can I convince you to give my puss your tongue?"

She started to go down on me. I stopped her; not that I was opposed to a blowjob. Lying in bed, while she saw to her guests, I'd thought about eating her; eating that sixty-six-year-old pussy.

Like I explained, I hadn't eaten pussy since I started dating the girls my age. Frankly, I missed it. Missed eating pussy; missed eating Gloria's Glorius Puss.

It was a joyous morning; a morning, I spent between Mrs. Hutman's fat, wrinkly thighs with my face in her big, wiry bush and my tongue in her pussy.

With no one else in the house, she was loud, which spurred me on to continue. I couldn't get enough, and Mrs. Hutman couldn't get enough of my tongue.

I doubt my cock had been this hard when I was fucking Emma, Melissa and Vicky.

Eventually, I needed to take a break, my tongue needed a break.

I mentioned ‘spurred.' Mrs. Hutman got on top of me, slid my cock inside her pussy and began to ride me. "I used to prefer you riding me, Seth, but your cock feels so good up my puss." She bounced and bounced; those massive tits bounced and bounced.

With those twenty-somethings, I was always on top. Mrs. Hutman's humongous tits weren't all that attractive, but they were soft and they were in my face.

When we were done, "Seth, you get some rest, my puss and my mouth are going to want more. You'll never guess what I'm going to do?"

It was actually a rhetorical question, "I have to call the one couple who have reserved a room for tonight and tell them that the toilet in their room is broken, and I can't get a plumber until Monday, and my other rooms are booked." She smiled.

And she continued. "Seth, that means, we have the whole house to ourselves. Fucking, sucking, eating Gloria's Glorius Puss, I can get as loud as you can make me. I hoping you make me scream."

Saturday night and Sunday morning were as Mrs. Hutman scripted. She was an insatiable cocksucker; I was insatiable as I ate Gloria's Glorius Puss, and when she was on her back, I banged her as hard as I could. "Yes, oh yes, like that, Seth. Give it to my puss, just like that. You love eating Gloria's Glorius Puss, don't you Seth?"

I couldn't deny it.

"Take your big cock out of Gloria's Glorius Puss and put your tongue in there. Show Gloria you love eating her Glorius Puss."

I did, oh yeah. I thought I was going to cum. Her old puss was that good.

It got better Sunday afternoon, after my tongue had her begging for my cock, and she chose to take my cock in her mouth, I was worn out.

"Seth, did you tell me that your promotion means you'll be leaving White Plains?"

That wasn't exactly true. My company had acquired two businesses which had locations all around the country and I was chosen to visit those cities and help them implement our policies and procedures.

"What cities?"

I rattled off the names of four or five cities. "There are others; I have them written down at home. Why?"

"This could be a gold mine for you?"

"Why? I don't understand."

"There's an association of B&B proprietors. We have an annual convention. Many of them are single women or widows like me. Over evening cocktails, we confide in each other. Seth, many of those women are lonely. They'd get on their backs or their knees for a cock like this." She gently massaged my cock, which was dead and would need a few hours to recuperate. "And if you were to offer to eat them like you eat Gloria's Glorius Puss, you could have anything you wanted."

Some weeks later, I had a trip to Indianapolis coming up. I was lying in Mrs. Hutman's bed, between those fat, wrinkly thighs, softly kissing her huge, dark bush, which I'd just finished sticking my face in when she picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Phyllis, it's Gloria in New York."

They chatted about mundane things while Gloria pushed my face back into her Glorious Puss. Five minutes later she got down to why she called. "A friend of mine will be in Indianapolis next month for about a week, and I recommended your place. Phyll, he's young and handsome. I remember you complaining that you were so very lonely. If you allow him in your bed, I guarantee you won't be lonely while he's there," she laughed.

"How old? He's twenty-three. Phyll, a very talented twenty-three. I know you're fifty-five. Phyll, I don't want to be too graphic, but you know I'm sixty-six, and he takes good care of me; real good care. Phyll, I have to go, Seth is starting to take care of me, but if I were you, I'd cancel any other bookings for the week he's in Indianapolis."

With work and planning for this trip, I only found time to visit Mrs. Hutman's B&B about twice a week. I can't explain it; she was a very willing fuck and a great cocksucker, but I preferred to eat Gloria's Glorius Puss as often as I could. Damn, that was one sweet pussy.

At the Indianapolis airport I rented a car and drove to Phyllis Carlson's B&B. It was just six or seven miles from the company's new office.

I was surprised by Mrs. Carlson. Although more than ten years younger than Mrs. Hutman, she looked older. Her hair was grey and her face wrinkled. "Come on in. Let me have a look at you. Gloria said you were young and handsome. She was right about that. You are eighteen?"

"Yes ma'am. Twenty-three."

"You're room is up here; right next to mine. Whenever you get the urge, the door's always open." I followed her up the stairs. That was a wide ass; not unexpected for someone her age. "Now, don't be fooled by this grey hair; I still have a little fire in the furnace," she laughed.

"When Mr. Carlson was alive, he used to give it a good pounding two or three nights a week. Gloria said you're more of clitty licker than a pussy pounder. I'm not opposed to that, but I'll tell you this, you better be something special if you want me to stick that thing of yours in my mouth.

"Breakfast is from 7 to 8:30 and not a minute longer, but according to Gloria, you like to snack several times a day. Like I said, my door is always open, and with no other guests, I'll just be wearing a robe. Pretty risqué for an old gal, wouldn't you say?

"I'll let you unpack and take a shower, then we can start. I hope you weren't planning on going to work this afternoon. I've been dripping in anticipation. Gloria did give you glowing reviews."

I unpacked and jumped in the shower. I'd just lathered my hair with shampoo when I heard her. "Well, Gloria did say you had a big one, but my oh my. Mr. Carlson's wasn't that big, but he knew how to use it. Damn, he was a grand pussy pounder. I can't count the number of times that my lips down there were black and blue. Thankfully, he'd give me a few days reprieve and then he was back on it; pounding away."

I'd turn away when I saw her peek around the shower curtain. "Mrs. Carlson!!!!!"

"Oh Seth, don't be such a prude. Gloria said you were a little shy. Now, when you get finished and dried off, don't bother getting dressed. I'll be waiting in my room for you, and I'll have a treat for you."

I don't think you're surprised to discover that the treat Mrs. Carlson had for me was her pussy.

When I walked in her bedroom wearing only a towel, I was shocked to find her sprawled out on her bed, legs spread. What did surprise me was her pussy.

I didn't know much about women's hair. Mrs. Hutman's hair was black as was her bush. Looking back, I suppose she colored the hair on her head. Emma Hobbs, the beautiful blonde I dated, had a light brown bush. Melissa Parmentier was a brunet and her bush was about the same color. Like I said, I never saw Vicky Kowalchuk's bush. Now, there was Mrs. Carlson, there was that grey hair on her head, and her bush was almost the same color. In addition to being surprised I was mesmerized.

"Oh Mrs. Carlson, you are a beautiful woman."

She laughed, "I think you mean I have a beautiful pussy. For boys your age, all pussy is beautiful, but according to Gloria, you don't want to just look at it."

That was true; it was like a magnet, drawing me closer and closer. The next thing I knew I was crawling up from the bottom of the bed between her legs.

Mrs. Carlson was a long-legged woman, thin, but with that wide ass. Her titties were nothing like Mrs. Hutman's huge mammaries. These were the size and shape of avocados.

"Keep coming, Seth. My husband wasn't fond of my taste, but some of my other lovers, found my pussy delightful, and Gloria said you had a fondness for the flavor of her pussy. I think you'll find mine just as sweet." She used her fingers to open her pussy lips. "See how pretty I am, Seth."

Her purplish open pussy in contrast to her grey bush was indeed pretty. Compared to the rest of her aging body, it was beautiful.

You wouldn't think I'd be all that excited about eating it, but after finding Mrs. Hutman's old pussy such a delicacy, I was anxious to find if a woman much older than my mother, and more than twice my age was as tasty.

Mrs. Carlson was. Her pussy was even sweeter than Gloria's Glorious Puss. I spent the rest of the afternoon with my tongue exploring it; not just her clitoris. My tongue fucked her pussy hole; my lips sucked on her labia minora. And my mouth: "Mrs. Carlson, your pussy is beautiful."

"Mrs. Carlson, I've never tasted anything as sweet."

"Mrs. Carlson, my cock has never been so hard. It has to be from eating your incredible pussy."

I mumbled all of that as I continued to eat.

For her part, Mrs. Carlson softly moaned. She wasn't loud like Mrs. Hutman. She did, however, wrap her long legs around my head and slowly fucked my face.

It was a lovely afternoon and evening. What a wonderful welcome to Indianapolis. I hadn't seen much of Indianapolis; just the view of Mrs. Carlson's pussy, but I'd recommend to anyone a visit to the city. Did I mention the high-quality cuisine?

Of course, I'm talking about the bushy cuisine between Mrs. Carlson's legs. Like honey.

It wasn't until the following evening when I got back from the office that we fucked for the first time.

To my everlasting joy, Mrs. Carlson thought that she had to entice me by sucking my cock first.

What is it with these old ladies? Like Mrs. Hutman, Phyllis Carlson knew her way around cock. Damn, the woman knew how to suck. "Seth, Mr. Carlson's been gone a long time; perhaps my memories' failing me, but I don't remember his being so hard and it definitely wasn't this big," she said as she momentarily took my cock out of her mouth.

"I'm having a great time sucking it, and Seth, I haven't felt the taste of a man in my mouth in ages, and I'm looking forward to it, but my pussy hasn't had the pleasure of welcoming a cock in forever, please fuck me."

She wasn't all that great a fuck. In fact, a few minutes after I mounted her, I whispered in her ear, "Mrs. Carlson, I love what you did to me with your mouth, and right now you're making my cock feel so good, but what I'd really like is the taste of your yummy pussy again."

Mrs. Carlson looked at me. "Seth, do you mean it? You really want to eat my old pussy again? You like licking up my juices?"

"I do, Mrs. Carlson, your pussy tastes so good. Feel how hard my cock is."

"I've never had anything that hard inside me, but if you want to eat it. My pussy is all yours." She pushed me off her, and I didn't hesitate to stick my face in that old, grey bush. "Like honey," I mumbled as I started.

That's how my week in Indianapolis went. Mrs. Carlson had cancelled her reservations and was on her bed when I came home from the office. "Seth, I took a shower, it's nice and clean, waiting for your tongue."

We did fuck, and Mrs. Carlson sucked, but mostly I ate. I found such joy in her delicious pussy. "Seth, tell me how much you love eating my pussy. Better yet, show me how much you love eating my pussy." With her legs wrapped around my head, and her hands holding it in her bush, she slowly rocked the bed. In essence, Mrs. Carlson was fucking my face. A slow, gentle fuck.

I was scheduled to check out Friday morning and late that afternoon fly back to New York. I got a surprise Thursday night and well into Friday until dawn. Mrs. Carlson gave me the best blowjob ever. She had my cock begging for relief. Then, as soon as I'd recovered, she did it again.

In all, there were three of the greatest blowjobs ever. "Seth, I know how much you love eating my pussy. I enjoy your cock just as much. Couldn't you find a way to convince your boss that you need to stay another week here in Indianapolis?" This was said while her tongue played with my cockhead.

In the office I did my work, but in fact, I did call New York. It took some convincing, but "Seth, I think you're right. Given the data I've received, another week in Indianapolis might just be the best thing for that office. Two things: does it make sense for you to fly home to New Yor this afternoon, and fly back to Indianapolis Sunday night?"

"That's a lot of travel for just 48 hours. I don't have any commitments at home this weekend."

"Secondly, how's that B&B? It's not very expensive. I can have you moved to someplace nicer?"

"No, it's okay. The old lady that runs it, makes the best breakfast ever." I'm sure my boss was thinking of bacon and eggs, French toast, etc. I was thinking of Mrs. Carlson's fabulous pussy; a breakfast like no other.

"As long as you're comfortable. I'll talk to you after the weekend."

My cock was hard as I called Mrs. Carlson to extend my stay.

"Seth, my pussy is already wet thinking of your tongue. I'll be waiting on my bed for you to lick up my juices. Or should I say, sweet juices?" She laughed.

I finished my work early. No surprise there, and rushed back to the B&B and spent Happy Hour licking up that fine, tasty, old, but delicious nectar.

That was just the beginning of my travels across the country. It was tiresome, but every now and again Mrs. Hutman and I spent a night together. Me, mostly with my tongue in her pussy.

"Seth, you should make it a point to visit your company's office in Charleston, South Carolina. It's a beautiful city."

TO BE CONTINUED

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