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Over the next two years I tried to fuck all of them. You’ll be shocked to know that I was unsuccessful. I mean unsuccessful at fucking all of them. Like in college, these women, all about my age, had their idiosyncrasies. On their back, on their knees, blowjobs only, anal only. Still, some, I should say most. seemed allergic to having their pussy eaten.

I tried to fuck them all because I wasn’t satisfied. It was okay but not thrilling.

Once in a while, there was an older woman; perhaps in her forties, who appreciated my tongue work; appreciated what Professor McFadden taught me.

When I was twenty-five, I was working on project in St. Louis. Most of the work was done in New York, but I did spend a few days in St. Louis. At the hotel bar, I met fifty-one-year-old Nicole Merridale. In bed, after our hands had become friendly, I kissed my way to her breasts. “Nicole, they’re lovely.”

“I’m glad you like them. Your tongue feels so good on my nipples.”

“Do you think you’d like my tongue somewhere else?”

“I don’t know, you haven’t tried yet,” she giggled.

Like Gloria McFadden, and unlike most of the girls my age, Nicole had a lovely bush. I didn’t hesitate. Here I was with a willing woman who had no problem with having her pussy eaten.

There was one orgasm; and then another, and then there was Nicole, “come up here and give it to me, Matt. You have me so ready.”

I was comfortable with girls my age using words like fuck, cock, pussy. I wasn’t sure a woman Nicole’s age and generation would appreciation my vulgar language. I didn’t care; I figured this was a one nighter.

“Nicole, I hope you’re not offended if I tell you that you have the sweetest pussy.”

“Oh Matt, oh Matt. Your tongue felt so, so good. My pussy needs your cock. Fuck me.”

We started and we were bouncing on the bed. Her pussy was so juicy; my cock was so hard, as hard as it had ever been.

I tried something Gloria McFadden and I had done numerous times. Gloria always loved it; and encouraged me: “say it, Matty.” Now here I was: “Nicole, you’re a great fuck, but what I’d really like is to eat your pussy some more.”

For a moment, Nicole froze and then her ass started moving again. “Are you sure, Matt? Your tongue was so good to me.”

“I’m sure. Please.”

I think the please sealed the deal.

Nicole went wild on my tongue. There was an orgasm, then another and then “Matt, you have to fuck me, my pussy’s on fire. I need your cock.” I guess I shouldn’t have worried about my language with this woman almost as old as my mother.

She spent the night. In the morning, she was looking at me as I woke up. “Good morning, sleepy head. I had the most wonderful night. Would you like me to call room service for some breakfast.”

“I can’t imagine that I’d find anything on their menu better than Nicole’s sweet pussy.”

I threw off the covers and started on her tits. “Oh Matt, you don’t, not before I take a shower.”

“I do unless you don’t want me to. By the time you take a shower, I’ll be late for work.”

Nicole giggled, pushed my head down, “well, alright. You were so good to me last night.”

I was late for work. I didn’t care. It really wasn’t the big deal that I made it seem to Nicole.

Besides, I was discovering something. Thanks to Gloria McFadden, a few other women and now Nicole Merridale, I liked pussy. Eating pussy was my thing. Not just any pussy. Old, full bush pussy. Or as Dr. McFadden called it furry. The girls my age; at least the ones I’d run into didn’t have any fur. They also didn’t seem as receptive or appreciative. I mean if there was a girl in her twenties who wanted her pussy eaten; I wouldn’t hesitate. It was just that I was having trouble finding them.

Of course, there wasn’t a realistic way to find out, was there? The only hint would be their age. At least that’s what I thought.

TO BE CONTINUED

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