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was that I was a pretty average guy for my age, except when it came to eating pussy.

I’d had blowjobs before; I’d had what I thought were good blowjobs before. Not true. No one had sucked my cock like Leeann. Perhaps, it was her age and experience. I mean she’d probably been sucking cock for over forty years; maybe more. Long, long before I was born.

Among the many things that Professor Gloria McFaden taught me was to always give the woman you’re with a warning when you’re close. “Matt, some women don’t like to swallow. Me, on the other hand, loves the taste of your man cream.”

LeeAnn’s lip slid up and down my shaft. She made noises like she was enjoying it, “mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm,” she slurped.

“Leeann, you have me so close.” She bobbed faster and a minute later I exploded in her mouth. It had to be her talent, but it seemed like I shot more than ever.

“Matt, thank you. I needed that. Now, you rest; after a strenuous day at work, I need a shower. By the time I’m done you should be ready for more.”

Leeann got out of bed. I’m a guy, of course I looked. She wasn’t all that attractive; nothing like Mandy, but still not attractive. Small, saggy tits, a wrinkly, droopy, skinny ass, and wrinkly thighs.

I did close my eyes and before I knew it, she was back in bed. “I feel so much better. Are you ready for more?” She reached for my cock. “I put on some fresh lipstick, it makes my lips slipperier,” she giggled.

“Ummmm, Leeann, I’ve never met a woman like you.”

“Matt, do you mean so old or a woman who admits to being a cocksucker?” She was kissing my chest now.

“I mean so blunt, and I’d guess you wouldn’t be offended if I was blunt.”

“Oh Matt, please don’t leave. I’ve been praised for my skill, but if there’s something or some way you’d like it, just ask.” She was kissing my belly now.

“What I’d like is to eat your pussy.”

She looked up at me like I was crazy. “No, you don’t and don’t try to patronize me, young man. Do you want a blowjob or not?” She seemed almost angry. Leeann put her lips around my cockhead.

“I’d love a blowjob, but I’d love to eat you, too.”

She ignored me, and her lips slid down a few inches on my cock, and then she started: up and down, up and down.

There was no quit in her, and Leeann was looking up at me. I wasn’t even close; not the second time when she took it out.

“Matt, did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” I was concentrating on her lips. Why wouldn’t I be? Leeann, was in her own words, ‘not to brag Matt, but I am an extraordinary cocksucker.’

“You know, did you mean it when you said you’d like to eat my pussy?”

“Oh yeah. I mean it’s only fair after what you’ve been doing to me.”

“Matt, I’m sure you know I have an old pussy, and some might even say I have an old, smelly pussy, but it’s yours if you want it, but I can’t imagine why.”

“I’d love to. Why don’t we go out to your sitting room? You can sit on the sofa, and I’ll be comfortable on my knees.”

Just like when she went to take a shower, Leeann walked confidently to the sitting room; my eyes followed her wrinkly, droopy, skinny ass, but you know that’s not what I wanted.

I slowly got out of bed and followed her. My cock was still standing up.

By the time I got there, Leeann was sitting on the couch, legs spread. I got on my knees. “Matt, if you really want it, it’s yours.”

“Oh Leeann, you’re lovely.” As you might expect, she had a huge, unkempt dark bush. I was anxious to stick my face in it. Better yet, Leeann’s labia extended through that mass of what Gloria had called fur. It looked lickable and edible.

“That’s sweet of you, Matt, but you don’t have to sweet talk me. I haven’t heard that in over forty years.”

“Speaking of sweet. . .” My tongue started.

A few minutes later, “Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm. Leeann, you have the most delicious pussy,” I mumbled. Not too long after, I wormed my tongue in her pussy hole and then started on her clitoris. Her labia were huge; I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I discovered an enlarged, engorged clitoris; about half the size of your pinkie.

My lips and tongue were all over it; gently, of course. “OOOOOOOOH, MATT, OOOOH MY, OOOOOH MY, OOOOOOOOH GOD, OOOOH I’M COMING, I’M COMING, MATT.”

Leeann screamed and wrapped her long legs around my head and was humping my face. For a few minutes, she moaned softly as her orgasm swept over her. “Matt, please, let me suck your cock. It’s what I need right now.”

I stood up. My cock was standing, almost touching my belly button. Like I said, it wasn’t because it was big. “Oh Matt. Look at you. Did eating my pussy do that? My mouth is salivating.”

“Leeann, I’ve never been so hard. It’s definitely from eating your luscious pussy.”

It was even a better blowjob than earlier. Leeann was a crazy lady on my cock; easily deep throating it. Of course, I didn’t cum as much as earlier.

When she finished, Leeann was still on her knees. “Matt, except when I masturbate, I haven’t had an orgasm in ages. Not even when I’m getting fucked, but you, I should say your amazing tongue. I didn’t think I’d ever get eaten again, but you can eat it anytime. Was my pussy really delicious?”

We’d known each other for less than three hours. “Delicious would be an understatement.”

Leeann woke me up in the middle of the night. “Matt, my pussy wants your tongue, please. Do me just once, then you can go back to sleep.”

Her pussy was just as sweet as earlier. “Delicious,” I mumbled.

In the morning there was another blowjob. “Matt, I want you to remember me. I think I’ll be in New York in a few months.”

It didn’t work out quite the way I envisioned or Leeann envisioned. Over the next year or so, her LA based company didn’t send her to New York, but she made a number of trips to London, Paris and Rome.

She’d call from LA. “Matt, I’m flying to London next week; it just so happens I have a change in New York. My flight arrives at JFK at 2 PM Tuesday, and I arranged for my flight to London to leave on Wednesday at 8 PM.”

“Are you calling because you’d like to see me?” I laughed.

“By the time I get to my hotel, take a nice long hot bath, so my pussy is clean and fresh for you, you should be out of work, right?”

“With an invitation like that, I might leave work early.”

“And Matt, could I talk you into possibly taking Wednesday off from work. After you do me like no other man, you know what I’m going to want.”

“Tell me.” I teased.

“Not on the phone, but I will say it’s young, hard and creamy. I’ll leave a key for you at the front desk. Come right up.”

When I opened the door to Leeann’s suite, there she was lying on the bed, legs spread. “Hello, Matt, I hope you’re looking forward to this as much as I am.”

“Can I get undressed first?”

“Don’t take too long. Since I called you from LA, my pussy has been leaking. I’ve ruined more than one pair of panties.”

By the time I got undressed, my cock was hard. The whole time while I was taking off my clothes, I was staring at Leeann’s pussy. “Leeann, you’re pussy looks even more inviting than last time.”

“You mean my smelly, old lady pussy.”

“No, I mean you’re beautiful, delicious pussy.”

“Don’t tease me, Matt. Eat me.”

I had a pussy eating feast.

Leeann had an orgasmic fest and when she’d had enough, the blowjob she gave me was so much better than I remembered. “Matt, I am an extraordinary cocksucker, aren’t I?”

“There must be words better than extraordinary. And Leeann the taste of your pussy is beyond extraordinary.”

There was more pussy eating later than night. In the morning, I was half asleep when I felt her climb on top of me; climb on top of me with her pussy in my face. “Matt, I can’t think of anything better than having my pussy licked before breakfast.”

“Is this the same lady who was hesitant to let me eat her pussy when we first met?”

“Matt, no one has ever eaten me like you do, even when I was a young girl, and once you make me cum, I’ll show you how much I appreciate it.”

By the time Leeann had to leave to catch her flight to London, my tongue was worn out. Not that I’m complaining. A week later, I could still smell the fragrance of Leeann’s pussy in my nostrils.

When she had those flights to Rome and Paris, Leeann always had at least a twenty-four hour lay-over at JFK. I always took a vacation day. When she left my tongue could use its own vacation day.

It’s not that I didn’t like blowjobs, and Leeann’s were world-class, but by the time she’d been to Rome and Paris her overnight stops in New York were more pussy eating and less blowjobs. I was ecstatic.

Two weeks after Leeann left for a second trip to London, on a Monday I was at work when I received a call that changed everything.

TO BE CONTIUNED

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