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fifty-two-year-old woman. Her face was red.

“I think I know what you mean by can’t.” She called one of the boys, “Lincoln come in here. I’d like you to meet Mrs. Trowbridge,” Mrs. Grey called to the nineteen-year-old.

“How do you do?”

“Linc, go to your room. I may be up shortly.”

“Yes ma’am. Nice to meet you Mrs. Trowbridge.”

After he left and closed the door to Mrs. Grey’s study. “Daisy, I assure you that whatever it is that your husband can’t, Lincoln can.”

“From what I’ve heard, your young man has the attributes of the stallion that pulls my carriage and” she opened her purse, “there’s a fee involved.”

“I suspect your stallion will be jealous,” Mrs. Grey laughed.

Once they agreed upon payment, Lucinda Grey led Mrs. Daisy Trowbridge to Lincoln’s bedroom on the third floor.

“Lincoln, I told Mrs. Trowbridge that you had something extra special for her that she’s sure to enjoy. Show her what you have.”

Since he turned eighteen, Mrs. Grey had prepared him for this moment. Not that she took his virginity; that was still intact, but she explained what women wanted and were willing to pay for.

Without hesitating her took off his pants. Mrs. Trowbridge was beside herself when she saw what young Linc carried between his legs. “Oh my, oh my, is that real? Is that for me?” She didn’t stare; she gawked. Her mouth could not have opened any wider.

“That’s what you paid for, Daisy. I’ll leave the two of you alone.” She left, closing Linc’s bedroom door behind her.

That open mouth was almost immediately put to good use. Like Mrs. Hermione Louise Allsop, Daisy Trowbridge as a young bride was schooled by her husband in oral pleasure. The difference was that Mrs. Trowbridge used her mouth to excite her husband and prepare his manhood to invade her cunny. As you know, Mrs. Allsop’s preference was to satisfy her husband with her mouth; Mr. Allsop’s preference was to have Hermione satisfy him with her mouth.

Once Daisy Trowbridge was satisfied that Linc’s young cock was as erect as it could be. “You have the most beautiful cock. I’m so ready for it to fill my cunny.” She got off her knees.

She was in her late fifties. She was a big woman; had always been a big woman, and with age got bigger in places where women didn’t want to get bigger: her ass and hips.

She’d complained that her husband’s cock hadn’t worked in almost a decade. What she didn’t say was that even when it did work, it didn’t satisfy her. Not that it was small, which it was, but there was something else; something she could never tell anyone about. She masturbated and when she masturbated, it took Daisy’s whole hand to satisfy herself. It wasn’t just her hips and ass that were big.

She fantasized about a man big enough to fill her cunny. Now, here he was standing in front of her. He wasn’t really a man; just an eighteen-year-old boy with a man-like cock.

Daisy Trowbridge didn’t hesitate to undress in front of Linc. He’d never seen a naked woman; he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She couldn’t take her eyes off his massive cock. While her mouth was getting to know his cock; her cunny was dripping.

When she was naked, she lay back on the bed. “If you’ve never seen a naked woman, Linc, here’s your chance, but don’t stare too long; I want you on top of me.”

To Linc, it sounded like an order, and she was an adult woman. “Yes ma’am.” Mrs. Grey called him inexperienced; we’d call him a virgin.

She was right to assume he had no idea what he was doing? Daisy guided his cock to her leaking cunny.

As soon as his cockhead penetrated her opening, she moaned loudly. Nothing, except her fist had stretched her like that. “Keep pushing, Linc. You won’t hurt me,” she smiled.

Prompting him, and moving those huge hips and ass, soon had his cock inside her; it was in only halfway, but she was encouraging him to give her another inch and then another. “Ooooooooooh, ooooooooh, Linc, ooooooh, ooooh, Linc, your big cock is so good to Mrs. Trowbridge’s cunny.”

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Oh no. I haven’t felt this good in ages. Keep pushing in and out. Oh yeah, oh yeah, just like that. Linc, you have an amazing cock. In and out. Mrs. Trowbridge’s cunny loves your big cock.”

“Really?”

Daisy was surprised that he didn’t know. Didn’t know he had a big cock. “Oh yeah, I’ve never had anything stretch my cunny like you’re stretching it, and nothing’s ever been so far up it.” She was a lady; she didn’t mention her fist.

Then Mrs. Daisy Trowbridge wasn’t a lady. Those hips and ass started moving faster and faster. “Fuck me, Linc, fuck my cunny. Move with me. Keep giving me that monster cock.”

For young Linc, there was nothing like it. When he masturbated, he never felt like Mrs. Trowbridge’s slick, wet cunny made him feel.

Her big ass bounced up and down on the bed. “Ooooh, ooooh, oooooh fuck me, Linc. Fuck my cunny.”

She could feel him throbbing, and now he was making sounds she’d never heard her husband make. “Arrrrrrr, arrrrrrr, arrrrrr.”

“Yes, oh yes, Linc, give me your man cream. Give it to me. Fill my cunny, fill it up.”

“Arrrrr, arrrrr, arrrrr.” He collapsed on top of her.

“For your first time, you were amazing, Linc. Whenever you’d like to give Mrs. Trowbridge’s cunny your magnificent cock again, I’ll be waiting.”

“You mean you want to do it again?”

“Of course.” By now he’d rolled off her. She reached down and took it in her hand. “Like I told you, you have the most magnificent cock. I’ll want it again and again.”

To her surprise, she could feel his shaft getting hard again. It had only been fifteen or twenty minutes. Even when they were newlyweds, Mr. Trowbridge wasn’t ready a second time for hours, and in recent years, it was months since he’d been interested. Even then, he couldn’t get hard.

Now, here was young Linc, almost ready for a second time. A woman Daisy Trowbridge’s age was not going to allow a moment like this to pass her by.

She went down on him; anxious to get his cock fully erect.

When she was a young bride, Mr. Trowbridge insisted that she please him with her mouth. She was shocked and disgusted but for women of her generation, satisfying your husband was a duty that was not to be shirked.

You know she had a huge ass, wide, thick hips, and her cunny easily took Linc’s long, fat cock, what you don’t know and Daisy herself didn’t know was that she had a big mouth too. That young bride, wanting to please her new husband took his cockhead, shaft and even his ball sack in her mouth.

Back then it wasn’t called blowing or sucking, just pleasing, and young Daisy Trowbridge was determined to please her husband, as a good wife should.

There was no chance she could please Linc’s cock like that; I mean taking it all, balls and all. What she could do, was take as much of that long, fat shaft in her mouth. It wasn’t easy, but inch by inch, Daisy Trowbridge took it all.

With Mr. Trowbridge, she accepted that she’d have to swallow his man cream. It would be devastating if she stopped or spit it out. Besides, as he got closer, he held her head in his hands. “Oh Daisy, keep pleasing your husband, take it all.” She was disgusted and hated the taste. She never initiated pleasing him and barely tolerated the few times a year he insisted. Thankfully, in the last decade, he hadn’t insisted at all.

Now, her mouth had young Linc’s shaft, all of it, down her throat. No, she wasn’t going to take his juice; what she was going to do was make that majestic manhood so excited, he’d demand mounting her and ravaging her cunny like her husband never did, but that she’d fantasized about on numerous nights with her fist filling her wide-open cunny.

He did. Oh, he did. Young Linc wasn’t a romantic lover, not like the men in the romantic novels she read. He was more like the barbarians who sacked and pillaged Ancient Rome. As they ransacked the city, Linc mercilessly ransacked her cunny. Daisy Trowbridge loved every minute.

She thought she’d guide him, showing him how she liked it. Instead, she surrendered herself completely to this young boy who pounded her cunny. “Yes Linc, like that; keep giving it to me, harder, harder.” She could not have spread her legs any wider; she was completely vulnerable to anything he wanted. “Your cock, Linc, oh your magnificent cock. So big, so hard. I’m yours. Take me, anyway you want me.”

Of course, Linc had no idea what he wanted. He just knew there was never a feeling like the feeling of his cock going in and out of her slippery cunny. Linc kept going and going that second time, and Daisy Trowbridge’s smile could not have gotten any bigger.

Twice a week for the next five months, Daisy Trowbridge had Linc delivered to her home in Mrs. Grey’s carriage at precisely 11 AM; it returned for him at 5 PM. She spent those six hours on her back with Lincoln on top of her. Two, sometimes three times they’d fuck.

Between those fucks, Daisy would use her mouth to encourage his cock to get hard.

Once in a while, with Linc’s cock in her mouth, Daisy Trowbridge considered keeping it in there until he exploded. As you’ll recall as a young bride, her husband insisted that she swallow his man cream. She hated it but did her wifely duty. Now, with young Linc’s cock deep in her mouth, she reconsidered.

Maybe it was her husband. Maybe she’d been too young.

Then she thought about what that long, fat, young hard cock did to her cunny. She took it out of her mouth. “Linc, I think you’re ready to get on top of me again.” She got on her back; spread her legs wide. He didn’t hesitate.

Young Linc did not become any more romantic as a lover, but with her encouragement, he delayed exploding until she told him she wanted to feel him shoot his man cream. He’d become good about waiting.

Even at her age, Daisy Trowbridge was exhilarated by that magnificent cock slamming in and out of her cunny and her hips and huge ass gave it right back to him: bouncing, bouncing, bouncing off the bed.

It happened unexpectedly for Daisy Trowbridge. Her mouth, lips and tongue were busy getting Linc’s monster cock hard for a second fuck when he held her head in his hands. “Mrs. Trowbridge, don’t stop, keep going. Use your mouth like your cunny. Taste my man cream.” It was the first time that he’d taken charge.

Moments later, he spurted. “Arrrr, arrrrr, arrrr,” he moaned.

“Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmm,” Mrs. Trowbridge sighed. It wasn’t like getting fucked, but she was surprised by how good he tasted. She was surprised by his reaction: he was much more animated than when he finished in her cunny. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed pleasing him like that. She’d never been like that with her husband. She was an old fashion woman; she liked that young Linc told her what to do. She’d been the obedient wife, now she was the obedient lover, even though she was paying.

There was one more fuck that afternoon. Linc surprised her. He never said much; he just grunted and groaned. Now, “Mrs. Trowbridge, I love fucking your juicy cunny, but what your mouth did to my cock, was the greatest thing ever. Anytime you want to, I’d like that.”

“I’m glad I could please you, Linc. A lady shouldn’t admit this, but I love the feeling of your majestic cock in my mouth. Next time we’re together, I promise I’ll please you again.”

You might think it was bound to happen, but the reality was that it wasn’t anything Daisy Trowbridge planned.

I’m not talking about the way she pleased him with her mouth. “Mrs. Trowbridge do men use their tongues on cunnies the way you use it on my cock?”

She didn’t know the answer. Her husband never had, but at some of those alcohol-fused gatherings a woman might mention that their lover had an affinity for her taste. The other ladies looked on with disgust. Could anything be more repugnant except pleasing their husbands with their mouths, which they rarely ever talked about.

However, when someone like Daisy got the woman alone; the woman, who proclaimed that her lover used his tongue, “Violet, what was it like? Did James really ummm? Does he like it? Do you like it?”

“Daisy, it’s the most marvelous thing, and” she blushed, “James thinks my cunny is like the sweetest peach. Do I like it?” She leaned across the table, “Daisy, it’s my favorite way. I insist that James start my day with his tongue. Now, Daisy, you have me in such a state. I must get home and prepare my cunny for my James.”

Daisy Trowbridge could not possibly suggest such a thing to her husband who had ignored her needs for a decade. I mean that’s why she was paying Linc.

Speaking of Linc, she feared bringing it up to him; she might scare him away, but here he was wondering if such a thing was done.

“Ummm, Linc, it’s nothing a lady should talk about; I’m embarrassed to even acknowledge your question, but if it’s something you’d like to try, I’d be willing to allow you to.”

Although, he’d held her by the ankles, spread her legs and looked at all of her while he fucked her, she was mortified that young Linc would in fact, look at all of her.

On the other hand, the very idea that young Linc would want to taste her cunny was an opportunity not to be missed. And there was her friend Violet. What did she say? Her lover told her that her cunny tasted like the sweetest peach.

Would Linc find her cunny sweet? She spread her legs wide for him. Given that her breasts were big, her hips were big, her ass was big, her cunny hole was big, it should be no surprise that especially given the times when we women did little grooming, her bush (not what it was called then) was big.

Linc was hesitant; he wanted to try it but had no idea how.

From the first time Mrs. Trowbridge fucked him, she gave him instruction; she told him what she liked; how she liked it, but now it was apparent that she didn’t know anything about this. He was on his own.

It didn’t take long for tears to flow from Daisy Trowbridge’s eyes. Tears of joy; Linc took to cunny licking like a dog to his water bowl. He loved it, He was a natural. The tears were tears of joy.

The tears were tears of anger. Why hadn’t she insisted that her husband do her like this when she was a young bride. The years, no decades, she’d missed out.

Missed out on what? When Linc fucked her with his mammoth cock; she had orgasms, although they weren’t called that then. But now, his tongue made that happen all the time. Like I said, young Linc was a natural. In today’s terms, he was an extraordinary pussy eater.

“OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOH, LINC, OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH LINC, DON’T STOP, PLEASE DON’T STOP, IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN.”

They were in Linc’s room. Lucinda Grey heard her. The gardener outside heard her. The stable boy heard her.

If Daisy Trowbridge knew, she wouldn’t have cared. Her whole world revolved around young Linc’s tongue.

The next day, unannounced, she was back. “Lucinda, I just had to see that boy again.” She handed Mrs. Grey an envelope with far more money in it than they’d agreed upon.

“I’m sorry, I sent Linc on a few errands. I expect him back within the hour. Tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“Daisy, it may be impertinent for me to ask, but what did that boy do to you? You were so loud.”

“Was I?” She blushed. “Lucinda, as a lady, I cannot possibly share with you what goes on in the privacy of my bed or in this case Linc’s bed.

“Come now, I’ve never heard anything like the noises you were making.”

Daisy Trowbridge’s face got redder. “Perhaps, instead of tea, something stronger.”

“Of course.”

It took a second glass of spirits before Daisy opened up. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you, Lucinda, about Linc’s stallion-like cock, but it wasn’t that?”

“Then what was it?” Lucinda Grey was genuinely curious, and when Mrs. Trowbridge told her that Linc’s tongue was the most marvelous instrument of pleasure, “really, he actually stuck his tongue in . . .”

“Oh, Lucinda it was the most extraordinary thing that ever happened to me.”

Just then Linc returned from his errands. As you know, Mrs. Trowbridge prided herself on being a classy lady; she did the most unseemly, unlady-like thing and right in front of Mrs. Grey. She dragged Linc to his room and almost ripped her own clothes off. “Linc, my cunny needs your tongue. Like yesterday, Linc. Just like yesterday.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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