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"Just a minute." She called out, "Jan, come out here. Annie, this is my dear friend, Jan. We don't have many secrets. Whatever you have to say, it's okay, Jan is discreet."

Jan Brooks was a grey-haired older woman who like Miss Holcomb was wearing a robe.

Annie told them about Friday and Saturday fucking Francois and Jean. "Roberta, my pussy is so sore. I was hoping . . . but I see you have company. I'm sorry, I should have called first." She got up to leave.

"Annie, you should stay. Jan hasn't had young pussy, since she had a young pussy, and I can tell you there's nothing more soothing than her tongue. Jan, why don't you take Annie to our bed? I'll be out here."

Annie was hesitant. Miss Holcomb was maybe fifty. Jan Brooks was probably fifteen years older. She reminded Annie of her grandmother. However, she didn't resist when Jan took her by the hand. "Annie, I assure you, I'll make the soreness go away."

In the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed. "Why don't you undress for me?"

Annie had been walking around naked at the Haitian's mansion, and done nude modeling in front of strangers, but somehow getting naked in front of someone like her grandma was embarrassing. She hesitated. "Annie, do you want me to help you?"

"No, no, I can do it."

Halter, shorts, bra, panties came off: slowly. She could hear Jan sigh as Annie stood naked in front of her. Like the students she modeled for and Francois and Jean, Jan's eyes went from Annie's tits to her bush and back again. "You're beautiful. I'm so lucky to have a young woman like you willing to share my bed. Come sit down next to me."

She'd heard the beautiful thing all her life. From guys, who she always figured just wanted to get in her panties, but now her panties were on the floor, at her feet. She sat down next to Jan.

In moments Jan had her tongue in Annie's mouth. She resisted momentarily. "Relax Annie, I don't bite. You came here to have your pussy relieved of pain. Let me try."

Unlike the college and high school boys she'd dated, and very much like Francois and Jean, Jan made love to her. Sure, men and women told her that she had the most beautiful tits. Jan, made them feel special; kissing, licking, nibbling. "Lovely," she mumbled.

Jan's tongue caressed her nipples liked no one else had. In minutes they became so hard and sensitive, she could feel her pussy getting wet.

Annie surprised herself; she wanted Jan to do more. Yes, she wanted this grandma to do more. Annie tried pushing her head down. "In due time my dear. I'm looking forward to the taste of your pussy as much as you want me to taste it, but let me enjoy your divine titties."

The kissing and licking continued. "Please, Jan, please. You know what I want."

"I think, given our age differences it would be more appropriate if you called me Mrs. Brooks. Now, Annie, tell Mrs. Brooks exactly what you want." She looked her in the eyes.

"Ummmm, Mrs. Brooks, I want you to make love to my pussy with your tongue."

"That's what I want to hear. A beautiful young girl like yourself, offering her delightful womanhood to a woman my age has my panties drench." Mrs. Brooks started to kiss Annie lower. "Before, I enjoy your taste, Annie, there's nothing I'd like more than to look at your beauty."

"I'm all yours, Mrs. Brooks." She spread my legs apart. "Please, Mrs. Brooks. I need your tongue."

She was between Annie's legs now. Her pussy was waiting and all hers. She didn't. Like she said, "Oh Annie, that's the most beautiful bush I've ever seen. Like the color of a canary, and I can see your pinkness poking out. And Annie, I can see the discoloring on your labia where those men pounded you."

Annie was embarrassed. Men had eaten her. Francois and Jean spread her legs and I know they enjoyed the view, but not like Mrs. Brooks was enjoying the view. "Please, Mrs. Brooks, eat me."

"I'll tell you a little secret," she went on, still looking, "when I was young, men used to pound me like that. I loved it until one day I allowed a woman to relieve the pain. I haven't been with a man since."

"I'm so ready, Mrs. Brooks. Please relieve my pain. I'm so sore."

She didn't know what she was asking for. Francois and Jean had eaten her. They were wonderful. Other men had eaten her. Miss Holcomb and some of her friends of similar age had eaten her. Annie didn't think anything could be better. This little old lady; this grandmotherly little old lady was the best pussy eater. Gentle is too harsh a word to describe the way her tongue attached itself to Annie's pussy.

Tremors and jolts went through her body. She shuddered and shook when Mrs. Brooks tongue fiddled with her inner labia and tenderly kneaded her clitoris. She could hear herself moaning, sighing, screaming with joy but had no idea what she was saying.

Annie was in such a state, she felt like she was looking down from above watching Mrs. Brooks do her; she could see her mouth moving, but it was like a silent movie. Her brain was screaming; then she heard Mrs. Brooks murmur, "Annie, there's never been a pussy as sweet as yours. Thank you. For years I've fantasized about eating young pussy, but even in my wildest dreams did I think I'd ever taste one so beautiful, so sweet."

Her tongue started again and didn't quit until Annie just couldn't take anymore. She didn't have an orgasm or even multiple orgasms. Her entire body was an orgasm. She couldn't talk or even move. "Rest Annie, I'll be right here when you wake up."

Yes, she needed sleep. She needed to catch her breath. She was so at peace.

When she awoke, Mrs. Brooks was lying right next to her. "You have the most incredible pussy," she kissed her on the cheek.

Annie smiled. "I think it was you that made it incredible."

"Annie, why don't you take a shower and then come back to bed? Mrs. Brooks would like more."

She was still high from Mrs. Brooks' tongue's prior foray into her pussy, but the thought of being eaten again got her moving."

In the shower, Annie used soap, water and a washcloth to make sure her pussy was as clean and as inviting as possible. She wished she'd thought to bring a razor, but Mrs. Brooks seemed to like her bush just the way it was.

She wasn't sure, but was certain that Mrs. Brooks was a much better pussy eater the second time. What she meant was that her orgasms were far more intense. She moaned loudly, and this time could hear herself. "Mrs. Brooks, oooh, Mrs. Brooks, ooooooh, ooooooh. Like that, just like that. You make my pussy sing." Annie was bucking and humping her face. Much like she'd bucked and humped Francois and Jean's cocks the past few days.

"Annie, you have the tastiest pussy," she mumbled, much like she had earlier.

"Please Mrs. Brooks, keep eating me. Give me more of your tongue. Make me cum again and again. No one's ever been so good to my pussy."

Annie didn't have to tell her twice, and of course, Mrs. Brooks knew exactly where her tongue belonged and how much pressure to put on her clitoris.

"Annie, I'm getting a little tired, why don't I have Roberta come in here and continue where I left off. You know how good her tongue can be, don't you?"

Of course she did. At the moment all Annie knew was that there was no more pain from the pounding her pussy took from Francois and Jean.

Mrs. Brooks tongue, Miss Holcomb's tongue, it didn't matter.

It was only minutes before Roberta was between her legs. "Annie, it's been a while, but I haven't forgotten how tasty your pussy is. Soon, the orgasms started again. "Oooooooh, ooooooooh, Roberta, you're so good to me. I don't know why I haven't visited you more often. No one makes my pussy feel like you do."

"Except for Jan. Isn't she magnificent?"

"Yes, her tongue is special, but right now, Roberta, make my pussy feel special."

She did. Time and time again. Annie clawed at the sheets; she grabbed the pillow and bit it. "Yes, oh yes. Yes, yes, ooooh yes. Oooh Roberta."

Miss Holcomb crawled up next to her, and Annie snuggled into her arms. "Thank you. You know how you taught me how to please you? Give me a few minutes and I'm going to try. Please let me, but in a few minutes." She closed her eyes.

Twenty minutes later when she awoke, Roberta was still there, but so was Jan Brooks, and she was naked. An almost seventy-year-old woman, naked. I don't want to disparage women her age, but she wasn't all that attractive. Of course, who would expect her to be?

"Annie," Miss Holcomb said, "I know you promised to eat me when you woke up, but you'll have to admit, Mrs. Brooks did you much better than I ever could."

My friend Annie knew exactly what Roberta was suggesting. Mrs. Brooks smiled at her. "I'm willing to eat your luscious young pussy again, if that will encourage you."

It was a bit awkward, but the two women, as old as her mother and grandmother, played with her titties. Each doing one.

That was enough to convince Annie to crawl between old Mrs. Brooks legs. As you know she'd eaten pussy before. She'd gladly eaten Miss Holcomb's pussy, come back for more, and even begged for more. Annie had eaten Miss Holcomb friends; most were women in their fifties.

But this was different. Mrs. Brooks pussy was different. I don't mean different. Her bush was almost grey; almost the color of the hair on her head. "Go ahead, Annie," Miss Holcomb urged. "You'll find that Jan has the most delicious taste."

Well, according to what Annie told me later, Miss Holcomb wasn't wrong. "Hanley, that old lady's pussy was like the best tasting cock I ever sucked; maybe better. Once I started, I couldn't quit."

"Annie, I think you'll find that Jan's pussy is like a fine wine. It has gotten better with age. I've been enjoying her for over ten years; she was sweeter last week than ever before. I'm going to leave the two of you. Have fun."

Annie arrived at Miss Holcomb's Sunday morning and didn't leave until Tuesday afternoon. Didn't leave Miss Holcomb's bed until Tuesday afternoon. Her tongue didn't leave Mrs. Brooks' pussy until Tuesday afternoon. "Annie, do you know what Mrs. Brooks likes to hear?"

"Ummmm, let me guess. Mrs. Brooks, please may I eat your delicious pussy again."

The old lady patted her on the head and pushed it forward. "That's my good girl. Please and delicious are words I love to hear. "I'd like to hear thank you, too."

Annie mumbled, "thank you," with her face in that old grey bush.

Over the next year, it became a monthly thing. Annie spent two or three days getting her pussy pounded by Francois and Jean's huge Haitian cocks. Then she drove over to Miss Holcomb's where she'd get her pussy soothed by Miss Holcomb and Mrs. Brooks.

When her pussy felt better, "Mrs. Brooks, I've been looking forward to your delicious pussy. May I, please."

Mrs. Brooks would smile, get undressed, spread her legs, and Annie would get busy. "Thank you, Mrs. Brooks, you taste even better than last time."

Miss Holcomb wasn't left out. "Roberta, let me thank you for being the best hostess. I haven't forgotten how good you taste; how you introduced me to the delights of pussy eating. Lie back and relax and let me please you."

For Annie making a woman cum was just as rewarding as the feeling of a cock spurting in her mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED

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