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"Cal . . ."

"Wow, Lily, I thought you were beautiful fully dressed, but now. . ."

I modeled the negligee for him, and when I turned away from him, I adjusted the straps, showing even more cleavage. Okay, not just cleavage, more of my tits. "Cal, I'm glad you like what you see, but I know you didn't come here to just look."

I sat down, and spread my legs. The negligee was so short, I was essentially naked from the waist down. You didn't think I was wearing panties, did you? "Cal, it's all yours."

"Lily, your pussy is every bit as beautiful as Max said," he told me as he got on his knees.

"Let's not talk about Max, let's talk about your tongue and my pussy. Not just talk, you know what I want."

Cal leaned forward, first kissing my thick bush all over. Then rubbing his face in it. "Hmmm, you have the most delightful fragrance."

I wasn't sure if it was my perfume or my pussy. Did it matter? Cal, wasn't hesitant and the next thing I felt was his tongue. "Oooooh Cal, oooh, oooh, Cal. Lick my pussy, lick it good."

He wasn't Max, but his tongue felt so good; so, so good. And it was just what I needed.

Cal put a smile on my face when his tongue started on my clitoris. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, oh Cal, you know the way to my heart. OOOOOOOOOOOH."

My orgasms rocked me; but not as intense as when Max ate me. Oh, excuse me, I'm not going to mention Max again. I'm going to enjoy Cal's tongue. If he keeps this up, I'm going to insist that he get out of those clothes so I can fuck him; suck his cock, too.

It was like I struck a gold mine. He was talented like Nick. I could only hope he was a better fuck and had a cock that would please my mouth.

That didn't happen. Fucking and sucking, I mean. Cal just wanted to eat. Okay with me.

The only issue I had was that Cal did not have the stamina of a few of my other lovers, but his tongue was certainly gifted. I had enough orgasms to keep me happy and keep a smile on my face. "Oooooooh, Cal, oooooh Cal, you're so good to my pussy. Do you want to take me to bed; do you want to fuck me? Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Ummmm Lily, at my age, even eating your delicious pussy doesn't excite my cock. If it's okay with you, I'd like to keep eating it."

I smiled down at him. "Cal, is it really delicious?"

"Oh yeah. I've been with a lot of women, but I've never tasted a pussy as luscious. It's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen."

"Well, then Cal, why don't I take you to bed? My bed is more comfortable on your knees than the floor."

Even in bed, he didn't take off his clothes. Meanwhile, I was completely naked. You think that I might feel awkward. The way his tongue did me, I never thought about it. With my legs spread, my pussy was his whenever he was ready for more and I told him so, "Cal, my pussy is anxious for another meeting with your marvelous tongue." I opened my pussy lips. "You're not going to deny her the joy your tongue brings her, are you?" I smiled at him.

"That would be very ungentlemanly."

He was back between my legs. "Lily, that's one beautiful view."

"Cal, tell me about my taste, please."

In moments, he was sampling my pussy again. "Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm, delicious," he smiled up at me and then got serious.

Now, it was my turn to sigh. "Aaaaaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaah. You haven't forgotten where my clitoris is, have you?"

Cal slid his tongue up higher. "There. Ahhhhhhhhh, right there. Like that, Cal."

It took a while, but I had the most delightful orgasm.

When he needed to rest, he put his head on my bush and closed his eyes. Again and again, Cal told me how good I tasted. "Lily, I thought for sure Max was bullshitting me, but your pussy is special. The most delicious I've ever tasted."

Over the weekend, he repeated that numerous times. I was seeing a pattern here among the men I'd been with, but I didn't think much of it. I mean when I was fucking a guy, I'd tell them how good their cock felt. How big it felt in my pussy. How good the fucking was. When I was blowing a guy, I'd tell them how much I enjoyed sucking their cock; how big it felt in my mouth; how sweet their cum was.

I thought this was the same thing.

Cal left Sunday morning. He never did take off his clothes. You know how some girls have a guy's finger prints all over their titties? If there was such a thing, I had Cal's tongue prints all over my pussy. It had been marvelous.

There'd been some minor complications with Max's grandson's birth, but a week later he was home.

It had been a week. I was all over him. I was on my knees in the foyer, unbuckling his belt and taking his big cock out of his pants. "Max, I've missed this so much. Then it was in my mouth, and it stayed there and stayed there. If you're not clear on what I'm saying, I sucked and sucked.

I didn't make him cum, only because I wanted to get fucked, too. Given his age, I knew I could have one or the other, but not both at least in the short run.

When I got him in bed, my pussy was so ready, but I did have the sense to use some lube. "Oh God, Max, I've missed your cock so much. Fuck me; fuck me good. Give me your cock. Gimme, gimme, gimme."

We banged away; rocking the bed. "Max, I'm going to want your glorious cock in my mouth again later."

"And I'm going to want to eat your pussy. Lily, I haven't forgotten how sweet it is. I've missed it."

"Max, you can eat it, but not right now. Gimme, gimme, gimme. Give my pussy your cock."

A few minutes later as my ass kept bouncing off the bed, "Lily, please, let me eat it. All I thought about while I was in Miami was your tasty pussy."

I couldn't say no.

Max ate and ate. Not like Cal. Max's tongue was so much better. "That's the delicious pussy I remember. We can fuck again later, but this is what I want."

"And I can suck your cock, too?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he mumbled. It wasn't until the next morning that we finished that fuck.

It wasn't until late that next afternoon that I gave him a blowjob and swallowed all his juicy man cream. There was a lot.

I didn't think anything of it when later Max said, "if you're going to get like that every time I bring you someone like Cal, I'll have to find other guys."

"What do you mean when I get like that?"

"You know. Lily, the fucking was so good; so much better than I remembered. You've never sucked my cock like that, and I'm sure your sweet pussy is even more delicious than before I left for Miami."

At the moment, he was between my legs. He'd just come up for air, "and I think it's even more beautiful." He kissed my bush, then my thighs before he started on my clitoris again.

I didn't think anything about that conversation until a few months later when Max was getting ready to go visit his new grandson in Miami.

There was a knock at my door. Max answered it. There was a man standing there. "Stan, come on in. Lily, this is my friend Stan. While I'm away, I thought you might like Stan to take care of you. I told him all about you?"

"Max, I-I don't think . . ."

"Stan, didn't I tell you that Lily has the most beautiful, the most delicious pussy?"

I blushed.

"You did and I'm anxious to find out for myself. I haven't eaten pussy in a dog's age."

Before I could say anything, Max kissed me good bye and was out the door.

I just stood there looking at Stan. He was tall and thin. I thought he was about my age. I could see he was checking me out, too.

Max and I had some kind of sex almost every night. I had no problem keeping up. As you know, he could never get enough of eating my pussy; I'd been looking forward to it tonight.

Then I thought about my weekend with Cal. Was Stan like Cal? Was I going to get my pussy ravished by Stan's tongue?

"Well, I suppose I should invite you in. Would you like a drink?"

"Ummmm, Lily. It's only 10:30."

"I know, but I'm going to need one."

"Lily, it won't be too bad. Max told me what you like, and what I could expect. I'll go easy on you, promise."

That was the problem. Max had blabbed about something I considered very private. Did Max tell this Stan guy the same things he told Cal. Did he tell him I was a good fuck? I'd be so embarrassed if Max told him how much I loved to suck his big cock and how I could deep throat it. I could almost hear him, "Stan, not the best whore you've ever been with sucks cock like Lily. That woman's mouth can't get enough of my cock." He'd already told him about my pussy.

I was starting to believe Max when he told me it was beautiful and tasty. The sweetest ever according to Max, Cal and some others.

I'm sure you're not surprised to find out that Stan did eat me.

It happened like this. "You're here, you might as well take care of me." I was only wearing a housecoat. I took it off. He had a good look at me. A good look at my 34CCs and my big ass while I poured myself a Scotch. Usually, I drank white wine. Usually, I didn't drink before Happy Hour.

Then I sat back on the couch. "Stan, it's all yours. I hope you know how." I spread my legs.

He was much like Cal. He took off his blazer and his tie, and then got on his knees. "Oh Lily, Max was right, you do have the most beautiful pussy."

Minutes later, Stan's tongue was demonstrating that indeed he knew how. Knew how to eat pussy. My pussy. He went on and on. When he came up for air, "Lily, Max was wrong. Your pussy is far beyond delicious."

I put the Scotch down; I was afraid I'd spill it.

Of course, I was pleased. I was pleased because I had orgasm after orgasm.

I was pleased because Stan wasn't a quitter. By that I mean, it was early afternoon before, "Lily, I hope you're not disappointed, but I need a bit of a rest."

"I could use one too, Stan. Your marvelous tongue is exhausting me." I stood up; he was still on his knees. He rubbed his face in my bush. I giggled, "You like my fragrance, too."

I led him to a guest room. "Stan, rest. I need a shower and a nap. I'll wake you in a while. Stan, after what you did to me, I'm going to want more. More of your amazing tongue."

I didn't take a shower; I took a bath. I'd planned on a bath before Max and I started. I was in the mood for some good sex. I'd been looking forward to having my pussy eaten. I got it but not from Max.

I shaved my legs. Poor Stan, my thighs had a little stubble. It didn't seem to bother him, did it? I made sure they were smooth. If earlier today was any indication those thighs would be rubbing against his face for a long time.

I took care of some loose hairs in my bush, too.

Like Cal, all Stan wanted to do was eat. Surely, to no one's surprise I let him. He was marvelous. I came and came. It helped that Stan was a mumbler: "Lily, you have the most scrumptious pussy ever."

Or "Lily, thank you. I'm so lucky to eat a pussy this delicious."

And just like that the weekend was over and Cal left and Max was away, this time for two weeks; I was alone. No tongue for two weeks. No cock for two weeks. My pussy was lonely.

So, when Max came home, I was on the bed with my legs spread, and my pussy dripping in anticipation.

Max did not disappoint. He put his bags down, and knelt between my legs. It was, to my delight, a pussy eating marathon. Or as Max said more than once, ‘a delicious pussy eating marathon.'

For the next five years, and as I write this, every few months, Max told some friend or some stranger about the delicacy I had between my legs. They were always in their fifties or sixties, maybe a few were over seventy.

Not one of these men disagreed after spending a weekend with their tongue in my pussy. There was universal praise for the taste of my pussy.

To be clear, I didn't blow or fuck any of those men. 90% of the time, they didn't even bother to undress.

100% of the time, they were amazing, highly skilled pussy eaters. When I shared that with Max, he told me, "Lily, I had no idea if any of these guys were great pussy eaters before I introduced them to you. There can only be one conclusion. Lily, it's your pussy, it brings out the best in men."

I took a while for me to accept that was it. My pussy was in fact delicious. The very thought had my pussy leaking.

When those men left, and Max came home, I couldn't thank him enough for bringing them to me. I thanked him on my back and on my knees. I never had a problem deep throating his magnificent man meat.

To be fair, when Max came home, he told me how much he missed my pussy. His tongue showed my pussy how much he missed eating me.

It was the best thing for our relationship; it kept everything fresh. When he came home, I was so ready to get fucked. I was so ready to suck that majestic cock.

As for Max, he showed me how much he missed my pussy; eating my pussy. He was a man possessed.

Shortly before my sixty-fifth birthday, it was over. It was Max's fault. It was my fault.

Like he did a few times a year, Max flew to Miami to spend some time with his grandkids; he now had three. "Lily, I have a nice guy to take care of you while I'm away. He should be here in an hour or so. But you know what I'll want when I come home."

"Tell me one more time, Max."

He kissed me on the cheek, and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to want to spend hours and hours eating your luscious pussy."

An hour after he left, Troy showed up. At first, I thought he was at the wrong address. "No, ma'am, this is the address Max gave me." He showed me a slip of paper with the information on it; it was definitely Max's handwriting.

Why would I think he was at the wrong address?

Troy was twenty-five years old. To put it another way, I had grandsons older than him. Oh, and he was handsome; model handsome.

On the other hand, For a week, Max had prepared me for my visitor. "Lily, I don't know him very well, but I think he'll satisfy you."

Since the moment Max left, my pussy had been leaking in anticipation of a strange tongue introducing itself to my pussy. I mean besides fucking and sucking his big cock, Max knew I loved getting my pussy eaten.

I have no idea what you might think sexy is for a woman my age, but I had on a negligee that clung to my big ass, and showed off a lot of my tits, which now showed significant sag.

Troy was standing in my foyer. To me he was just a boy. "Well, come on in. What did Max tell you about me?"

"He said you were beautiful. He wasn't lying."

I was thankful Troy didn't say ‘for your age.'

"Anything else?"

"He said, I'd been in awe of your taste."

I smiled, "well, that is something, I suppose you'd like to find out."

He laughed, "yes ma'am."

"Do you know how?"

"I suppose that's something YOU'D like to find out." He smiled.

"Oh, Troy, I think you and I are going to get along just fine." I took him by the hand; "come with me."

I led him to my bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed. "So, Troy, I'd like to see what a young man looks like. As you might suspect, it's been a while."

To his credit, he didn't hesitate. I liked his confidence. When he got down to his boxers, he turned away, and took them off. He did have a nice ass.

Then he turn around and my heart almost stopped. Remember when I first started seeing Max and jumped in the shower with him, and his cock was dangling (Part 4)?

Troy was dangling. Like Max, he had a tripod-like cock.

"Oh honey, you may be a boy, but that is a man-size cock."

You think so?"

"I know so. I'd say horse-like to be honest. Now, why don't you come on up here and let Lily show you what a woman can do with a cock like that?" My mouth was salivating.

Troy made himself comfortable on my bed.

I made myself comfortable on my knees.

I'd been looking forward to a pussy eating fest. Looking at that long, fat, young, and soon-to-be hard cock changed my mind. I was now determined to make this a cocksucking fest.

I could not keep my eyes off that cock. You'd think that a woman my age, wouldn't be all that impressed. I mean, cocks are cocks. They're pretty much all the same, right?

Wrong. This was a masterpiece. A sculpture for the ages, and it was starting to fill with blood.

You know I hadn't had one this young since I was a newly-wed. I hadn't had one this big and this young EVER.

Okay, okay, okay, I'll admitted it. I was a glutton; a glutton for Troy's cock. With all my experience, sometimes, I licked that long shaft like a lollipop. Sometimes, I kissed every inch from his foreskin to his balls. Sometimes, I slid his foreskin over his cockhead and teased that hidden head with my tongue; running my tongue all around the inside of his foreskin.

And sometimes I just sucked. "Hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm." You know I could deep throat Max's big cock. Not to brag, but I easily deep throated Troy's and kept it down my throat; enjoying every inch. Savoring ever inch; like a fine piece of steak. Only this was man meat. More than once, I got out of bed, "hold that thought, baby. I ‘ll be right back."

I went in the bathroom and put on a fresh coat of lip balm. This was a bright, bright red. Troy would have no trouble watching my lips slide up and down his cock; mostly down; all the way down. "Lily, no one's ever done my cock like that. You're amazing."

A twenty-five-year-old boy was pleased with my cock sucking. I was so proud of myself. I took it out of my mouth, reluctantly. "Troy, I'd love this big piece of meat to invade my old pussy. Fuck me, please."

I was already reaching for the lube. Over the years, Max and I tried different flavors. I was overjoyed when he insisted on what he called "Lily flavored:' natural, unflavored.

"Lily, Max invited me here because he claimed you have the most beautiful, tastiest pussy. That's what I'd like first."

Who was I to argue? I got on my back and spread my legs. "Troy, my old pussy is all yours."

He scooted between my legs. He stared for almost a minute. That was kind of awkward and embarrassing. "Lily, I've fucked a lot of girls my age. I've never seen a more beautiful pussy. It's lovely." He laughed, "lovely enough to eat."

Then he started.

I was afraid a boy so young wouldn't know how.

I shouldn't have worried. His tongue was . . .

I couldn't think. My brain wasn't working. His tongue work had taken over my brain. Troy was every bit as good to my pussy as any of those old men who had pleasured my pussy with their tongues; even my Max.

When his tongue wasn't doing my clitoris and sending electrical shocks through my body, he was licking my slit like a lollipop; kinda' like I licked his long, thick shaft. "Delicious, yummy, superb, fabulous. Lily, definitely the best pussy I've ever eaten. I could eat it all night."

I would have let him, but the things he did to me had me so ready. "Troy, what a wonderful offer, but you have my pussy begging for that magnificent cock. Come up here and fuck me."

Not since the first years of my marriage, had a cock so young occupied my pussy, and never had one so hard, and only Max and Roger rivalled the way Troy stretched my pussy. The difference was that between my natural juices, his saliva and the lube my pussy easily accepted Troy's meat.

I had never been fucked like Troy fucked me. I'd tell you it was his big cock; that was part of it. I'd tell you it was his youth which kept him going and going; that was part of it. The best part of it was the smile on Troy's young face. It was evident that he was having a grand time fucking my old pussy.

I could not have moved my ass and hips any faster. It was heavenly; this boy was having a great time fucking me and I'd never been fucked like that.

Sunday morning, I was sitting in a living room chair, my legs spread, and Troy's tongue was doing what no man had done. My pussy was leaking and Troy was lapping up my womanly cream. When I say, ‘what no man had done,' I mean no man ate my pussy the way Troy did.

I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Then it got better. We changed places.

Yes, we'd been fucking, sucking, eating all weekend, but this morning, his huge cock standing stiff had me beside myself. I just knew that cock, all eight, maybe nine inches of it, was erect like that because he'd been eating me.

Now, after admiring it, I gave Troy an all-world blowjob if I do say so myself, "Troy, do you have to go?"

"What do you mean?"

"Listen." I picked up my phone and called Max in Miami.

"Max, I can't thank you enough for inviting Troy to taste my pussy. He's been very good to me. The reason I'm calling is to ask you to stay in Miami."

"How long would you like me to stay?"

"Max, why don't you consider staying in Miami permanently?"

There was silence, then "Oh, I think understand. Yes, yes, I'll do that Lily. I'm glad you found happiness."

"Good-bye, Max."

I looked at Troy. Do you understand what I just did?"

"I think so. I think you just invited me to eat your sweet pussy all the time."

"Troy, would you like to start now?" I spread my legs. "Tell me again how sweet my pussy is."

At my age, I'd found just what I was looking for. It might have been late in life, but I was going to enjoy Troy's majestic cock and magnificent tongue for as many years as I had left.

THE END

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