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"Seth, I live in Dobbs Ferry, there are any number of nice restaurants between there and White Plains. I'll pick out one that I'm sure you'll like. I'd like to get to know you better."

Reluctantly I agreed. I thought maybe late Friday night or early Saturday morning I could say hello to Mrs. Hutman. More than just say hello, but you knew that. I had a key; I was positive she wouldn't mind.

The restaurant was very upscale and romantic; not what I expected. Then there was Brittany. I didn't recognize her at first. Her blond hair hung down to her shoulders; at work she wore it up. Tonight, she wasn't wearing a business suit, but a very low-cut dress, showing lots of cleavage, and as I said above, there was a lot of cleavage to show.

It wasn't until she stood up that I was certain it was her. That dress was very short; showing off those long legs. "Seth, thank you for coming; I was afraid you'd change your mind."

"I'm glad I didn't; you look stunning."

She blushed. "Thank you. I just ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio. What are you drinking?" She waved to a waiter.

I usually drink beer, but in a fancy place like this, I ordered a glass of white wine.

"Seth, when we first met, I knew I wanted to get to know you a little better."

"Why?"

"As you can see, I'm tall. It's hard to find men taller than me."

You might recall during that snow storm with Mrs. Hutman; I mentioned that I'm 6'4".

"When I go out, I like to wear heels. They make me feel good about myself, but when I do most men are intimidated. I hope you're not."

"No, most women I've dated are very short. It's just worked out that way. It's nice to be able to look someone in the eyes," I laughed.

"That's a sigh of relief. I thought I might have another disastrous date."

The food and service were wonderful, and Brittany turned out to be a lot of fun. Then it got better.

After dinner, "Seth, I'm having a wonderful evening. I don't want it to end just yet." She took my hand, "when I said, I'd like to get to know you better, I meant, I'd like to get to know you better. Follow me home?"

The restaurant was closer to Dobbs Ferry than White Plains. As much as I knew what I had in Mrs. Hutman: a great blowjob, good fucking, and of course, Gloria's Glorious Puss, it was impossible to turn down the stunningly beautiful Brittany Kelleher.

In her living room, I opened a bottle of wine while she changed into something more comfortable. That something was a very revealing negligee. It revealed almost all of those magnificent tits and it was very, very short. "Seth, I should tell you that I was married and I've had a few lovers. I knew on my honeymoon I'd made a mistake."

"Oh?" I didn't want to pry but I was curious.

"I know we barely know each other, but I think it's obvious that I want to sleep with you, so you should know."

"Ummm, Brittany, I-I . . ."

"Oh, Seth, haven't I made it obvious?" She kissed me on the mouth. Then she kissed me on the mouth with her tongue. Then she took my hand and guided it to her tit.

Before I knew it, Brittany's negligee was on the floor and she was leading me to her bedroom. By the way as beautiful as she was dressed, naked her body was spectacular: those perfect tits, those long legs, that great ass, and then there was her bare pussy.

In her bedroom, she plopped down on her bed, legs slightly open. "Seth, you still have all your clothes on," she complained.

While I undressed. "Let me tell you why I knew on my honeymoon I'd made a mistake. My husband had zero interest in eating me. I was devastated and so disappointed. Seth, I hope you aren't going to disappoint me." She laid back and spread her legs even farther apart and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips.

Was I dreaming? I'd been looking forward to eating now seventy-year-old Gloria's Glorious Puss, and look what just fell into my lap. Oh, I was looking as I got down to my boxers. Damn, Brittany had a gorgeous body and that bare, open pussy was calling me.

I didn't hesitate, but I didn't dive right in either. I took her in my arms and our tongues started again. Brittany giggled, "Seth, you're hard already. I hope you're thinking about eating me."

I slid down to those magnificent breasts. "Brit, they're so beautiful." I kissed them all over.

I wanted to spend more time on them, but you know what I am and what I do: I eat pussy.

I mean when I was flying to see Mrs. Carlson, Mrs. Bonner and Mrs. Comstock, my cock was hard on the plane in anticipation. It was embarrassing. The same was true when I was flying back to New York; looking forward to a night with my tongue in Gloria's Glorius Puss.

And those were old ladies.

It was less than ten minutes after I'd gotten undressed that I was between Brittany's legs. I kissed her pubic bone, her thighs, those puffy pussy lips. "Thank you, Seth, you know what I wanted and needed."

Then I got serious. You know how much I loved the taste of those old women; Brittany Kelleher had the tastiest, most delicious pussy ever. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, your tongue, Seth, oh your tongue."

I started on her clitoris. I knew a clitoris. As you know I'd spent hours and hours; sometimes almost all night massaging the clitoris of those B&B proprietors. Brittany's was a lovely pink button, about the size of my pinkie's fingertip.

Over the next hour her clitoris and my tongue became the best of friends. Over the next hour Brittany had more orgasms than I could track. Over the next hour my cock was trying to burst out of its skin.

"I knew it, Seth. I just knew you'd know what to do to my pussy. Oooooooooh, oooooooh, Seth, I'm cumming again, ooooh, I'm cumming. Oooooooooh, ooooooh."

I mumbled, "Brit, you have the tastiest, most beautiful pussy." I let her enjoy the moment, and kissed her pussy all over; like when I started.

Women must sense it. A few minutes later, she pushed my head down, "I need more. Give me more of your tongue, please Seth." This time she wrapped those long legs around my head. I was in the loveliest vice you could imagine.

Unlike Mrs. Hutman, Mrs. Carlson, Mrs. Comstock and Mrs. Bonner, Brittany's silky-smooth thighs, and waxed pussy lips were soft against my face. You'll recall those old women had wrinkled thighs and wiry bushes. I'm not complaining, but many mornings I woke up with my cheeks raw.

I could eat Brittany's pussy all night. You know I had lots of practice doing that, but never with a pussy so perfect.

I could, but I didn't. "Seth, after what you've been doing to me, you have to come up here and fuck me. My pussy needs your cock."

"Well, okay, if you insist. Promise me, I can have more later," I smiled up at her.

There was nothing like it. When I was fucking one of those old ladies, who even though they liked me to bang them hard, I was cognizant that I might hurt them; cognizant they might have a heart attack.

Not so with Brittany. "Your cock, Seth, oooooh your cock, my pussy loves your cock. Keep giving it to me. Fuck me, Seth. You're so good to my pussy. Your cock is so good to me. "Oooooooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooooh." We rocked the bed.

I'd learned to last a long time, and Brittany's juicy pussy made it easy. My cock slid in and out of her slippery hole.

Then I did something, I'd done numerous times with Mrs. Hutman and the others. "Brit, you have the most delicious pussy. Let me eat it some more. My tongue wants your pussy again."

She didn't slow down. She kept bouncing her ass off the bed. "Are you sure, Seth? Your cock feels so good. My pussy has never felt so good."

"And I've never tasted a pussy as delicious."

Her legs had been on my back. I think it was with great reluctance that she unlocked her ankles. I slid my cock out and scooted down the bed. Her clitoris was engorged, and I started on it immediately.

"Oooooooooh, oooooooooooh, Seth. Oooooooooooh, oooooooooh. Yes, oh yes, make me cum. Please. You're so good to me."

It wasn't too long before she insisted that we fuck again. That's how much of the night went. It must have been well after midnight before I came.

We slept in each other's arms. When I woke up, Brittany was staring at me and smiling. "Seth, I think last night might have been the best night of my life. Thank you."

"You were incredible. I've never made love to a woman like you."

"I'd offer to make you breakfast, but what I want for breakfast is your cock. You know I never got around to sucking it last night."

Brittany Kelleher did not have the experience of those other women, but she knew how to suck a cock; at least she knew how to suck mine. "Seth, I can't imagine I'll ever enjoy sucking a cock as much," she said when she finished and wiped her arm across her mouth. "And one so big." She kissed my cockhead.

We spent much of the weekend in bed. There was more fucking and sucking. And, "Seth, you can't get enough of my pussy, can you?" She said as I maneuvered between her legs early Sunday morning, late Sunday morning and early Sunday afternoon.

"Are you complaining? Have you had enough?"

"No, no, no, no." She pushed my head down, laughing. "I've just never been with a man who loves to eat my pussy like you do."

"I wouldn't eat it as much if you weren't so sweet."

Late Sunday afternoon, I had to get home. I hadn't even done laundry from last week's trip and tomorrow I was off again. I think I was supposed to be in Milwaukee Monday afternoon.

"Give me a minute. I can fix that." Brittany opened her laptop, and not fifteen minutes later came back to bed. "I just changed your travel schedule for this week."

"You can do that?"

"Of course."

"Where am I going?"

"Seth Matland's schedule calls for him to be in White Plains all week. Specifically, he's scheduled to be between Brittany Kelleher's legs every night," she laughed. "Unless of course, he'd like to be underneath Brittany." She rolled on top of me with those majestic tits in my face.

I was between her legs every night after work. I was underneath Brittany every night after work or on top of her. Of course, Brittany spent a lot of time on her knees, too.

Brittany didn't ask me about why I made all those trips to and via Indianapolis and the Charlestons, but when she made my travel arrangements, I was never booked through them. When it was necessary for me to visit those cities as part of my job, Brittany convinced management that another supervisory person would be just as effective, and she could save the company considerable money on expenses by taking her suggestion.

She also never booked me into a B&B; just a nice, decent chain hotel.

I called Mrs. Carson, Mrs. Comstock and Mrs. Bonner and explained that I wouldn't be seeing them anymore. Those calls ended with tears and "Seth, if you're ever in . . ."

As for Mrs. Hutman right here in White Plains: I talked to her in person. She was happy that I'd found someone my own age, but "Seth, if you ever get the urge for Gloria's Glorious Puss, just call me; give me enough time to wash it really good. Does this girl of yours know how lucky she is?"

I don't know if Brittany thought of herself lucky, I certainly felt like I was the lucky one. The fucking, the sucking and oh my, the pussy eating.

When I did come back from an exhausting trip: "Seth, why don't you take a shower, lie back and let me take care of your cock. I've missed it so much." Her blowjobs weren't designed to make me cum; they were designed so she could suck and suck. I hope you see the difference. Of course, eventually, I shot three big loads down her throat.

After my third trip after we started seeing each other and she suggested a blowjob; "Brit, I love the way you suck my cock, but all week and on the entire flight home all I thought about was eating your luscious pussy

"Really, Seth?"

I nodded.

"After your shower, I'll be waiting. My pussy is all yours."

She was on the bed with her legs spread. I was like a crazy man who hadn't had pussy in a week. I ate and ate. Brittany had orgasm after orgasm. "Seth, if you're going to do me like that, I'm going to book you on trips every week," she laughed. "Are you ready for more?" She pushed my head back into her pussy and held it there.

One weekend, I was on top banging away at that juicy pussy and Brittany's ass was bouncing up and down, meeting my every thrust. It was as a good a fuck as always. "Come on, Seth, come on baby, give it to me; fill me up."

I did. Then I did something that was a regular part of fucking Mrs. Bonner's black pussy, but I hadn't yet done with Brittany. I dismounted; slid down and started eating her. Licking her clean as Beatrice Bonner called it.

"Seth, oh Seth, you really want to do that?"

I could only mumble, "Brit, you have the most delicious pussy. Let me clean you up." As I expected, her clitoris was engorged and sensitive. Her orgasms, and there was more than one, seemed far more intense than when we fucked or I'd eaten her before.

"Seth, you are upping your game. I'm going to have to come up with some ideas to keep up," she giggled as my tongue licked my cum out of her hole. Mrs. Bonner's pussy was sweeter than sweet when I did her after we fucked, but not like Brittany's.

It was only a few weekends later when she was riding my cock and I came that she got off me and knelt over my face. "I know you like to eat me after we fuck; how about like this?"

Brittany fucked my face until it was covered with our combined juices. I was just lying there with my tongue busy while she made herself cum. "Seth, it's almost like masturbating but a thousand times better," she giggled. Then she did something I didn't expect, she licked my face; licked all those sweet juices off my face. "You're so good to me, Seth. When you're ready, Brittany will be in the mood for a blowjob. I hope you are."

Six months later, my lease expired and I became a resident of Dobbs Ferry. One of our first nights together in what was now our apartment, "Seth, do you like the way my pussy looks?"

"Of course. I hope I show you how much I love it all the time."

"You do, but if you want me to let my bush grow out I will. Just a few days before my wedding day, I got a wax to surprise my husband. I thought it would entice him to eat me, but as I told you, he showed no interest, Not once. I kept it like this because I like looking like a young girl, but if you'd like me to, no more waxes."

"I love it. Brit, you have the most beautiful, tastiest pussy. Let me show you."

However, a few days later, I confessed that I was curious what her bush might look like.

"Okay, but it's going to take about a month." She took my hand and rubbed it against my cheek. I hadn't shaved in a few days. "For a while, it's going to feel like this, but Seth, I warn you, you better not neglect my pussy while it grows back," she laughed.

I didn't. I'm sure that Brittany would agree that I was my usual pussy eating self.

But to make sure I didn't get beard burn on my face, she booked me on a west coast trip. I was gone for three weeks. We talked on the phone every night.

When I got home, and took a shower, she was on top of the bed with her legs spread. "Seth, how do you like my new look?"

If you recall, Brittany was a blonde. Now I was face-to-face with a wild blonde bush. It had been over three weeks; I probably would have gone crazy over that pussy anyhow, but now I was a glutton. A glutton for that beautiful pussy.

Two orgasms later, "Seth, if I'd had known, I would have let it grow out right after we started seeing each other. I can tell how much you like my pussy like this."

"I do. You're beautiful."

"And taste good? One more time, Seth, and then my mouth will want your cock."

Once more became twice more, then three times more. ‘That's it, Seth, gorge yourself on my pussy. Tell me how much you love to eat it."

I could only mumble.

Brittany's mouth went just as wild on my cock as my tongue had been on her pussy after two more orgasms.

Later, as we snuggled. "Do you really like the way I look?"

"I do, and I hope I showed you."

"When I wear panties, it gets all matted down. I teased it while you were in the shower. I hope it looked appetizing."

"Brittany, not only do you have the sweetest pussy ever; it's the most beautiful. Big bush or waxed. I'll always want to eat it."

"By always, do you mean you want to marry me?"

THE END

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