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“Lennie, she had no problem. I’ll bet she can make yours disappear, too.”

“I doubt it. Dr. Wang tried but she couldn’t, but the fucking was amazing.”

When Lennie Walsh said that he doubted it, he wasn’t joking. It was common knowledge that there could not possibly be a bigger, thicker cock anywhere than his. When he was first welcomed to the club, and word spread about his prodigious cock, the women lined up to try it.

Just then, seventy-six-year-old Maxim Dealman joined them. “Boys, you’ve got a lot of meat hanging between your legs. By the time the week’s over, I’ll want to try both of you, but right now, why don’t you come with me.” She dragged Lennie to her room.

“Young man at my age, fucking is a little too rigorous, but my mouth is salivating looking at that big thing.” Lennie was shocked at how talented old Maxim’s mouth was. She sucked and sucked. When he thought she couldn’t possibly keep going, Maxim Dealman kept going.

“Oh my, Professor Dealman, I’m on the verge. Are you ready for it?”

She nodded with a mouthful of cock. When I say mouthful, I mean that if she still had her tonsils, that cock would have been well passed them. It was like a firehose shooting down her throat. Maxim didn’t miss a beat, swallowing it all.

“Lennie, it’s been ages since I’ve enjoyed a cock as much as I’ve enjoyed yours.”

“Professor Dealman, that was the best blowjob. You’ve still got it.”

“You know what I also still have?” she didn’t wait for Lennie to answer, “a tasty pussy. C’mon, it’s your turn.” She got on her back and spread her legs.

Five years ago, there was some grey in her pussy. Now, it was almost all grey. You might think that eighteen-year-old Lennie Walsh would be turned off by the sight.

He was but kept it to himself. Besides, he’d just got an incredible blowjob.

When he was introduced to the club, part of his initiation was a weekend with Juanita Cruz. “Lennie, all the women expect you to be a good pussy eater. That cock is sure to be a pussy pleaser, but if you’re not skilled in the art of cunnilingus, it won’t matter. He spent the entire weekend on his knees with his face in Juanita Cruz’s big black bush.

Later, she told her dear friend, Trudy Kraus, “I think Lennie Walsh is ready. You should try him.”

“I’ve already tried his cock; I’m still sore.”

“I’m talking about his tongue. If I do say so myself, I think he’s well-trained. Tell me what you think.”

After a weekend with Trudy, “Lennie, the other women in the group are going to be all over you, not just for that monster cock. You have an amazing tongue. After fucking you, your tongue is so soothing.”

What Lennie didn’t know is that the other women in the group were all over all the men. They were welcome to the club because of their insatiable desire for cock.

That’s how Wendy Prentice was recruited. She didn’t date much in high school, but by her senior year, she’d discovered that although boys didn’t find her all that attractive, when she let them feel her big titties and she let them in her panties, she got asked out more often.

Speaking of big titties. When she was in sixth grade, she was already 5’10” tall and developed early. She was taller than any high school girl; she found that boys don’t like going out with girls taller than them. Not only taller, but she weighed close to 170 lb.

The fucking wasn’t all that good. I don’t know anything about female anatomy, but apparently Wendy was big all over. She had big, fat pussy lips, and her clitoris was bigger than some of the cocks she fucked. What made the fucking so disappointing was that her pussy hole was big, too. More often than not, she barely felt it when one of those high school boys was inside her, banging away.

She was fortunate that in one of her classes, the Teaching Assistant was Elsa Strasstrom, a member of the secret sex society. She salivated over what Wendy’s pussy might be like; she smiled thinking of what the male members of the group might want to do to her; what the fucking might be like.

It might be like the way they fucked big Winnie Appleton. It was a sight to see when Elsa peeked in and saw David Ray Jones, all 6’ 11” of him and Winnie fucking away. It was a sight to see when Winnie and jockey-sized Micah Richards were fucking. She thought it might be just as entertaining watching Wendy Prentice.

The young woman was willing, and when Elsa presented her to the group, she insisted, no demanded that David Ray be the first. Not the first, first. Wendy, as I mentioned, had been fucking for the past year.

The truth was that until David Ray mounted her, she’d really never been fucked. It didn’t exactly happen like that. He helped her undress; she helped him undress. She couldn’t believe what she was holding in her hand when they started. Her eyes got big as she slid her hand up and down his shaft.

“Wendy, the gentlemanly thing for a man to do before he makes love to a woman, is to make love to her with his tongue, may I?”

None of the high school guys she’d ever been with had even suggested that. Neither had the few college guys she’d fucked since she’d been on campus. There hadn’t been that many when Elsa took her aside.

“Ummm, Mr. Jones, I’ve never . . .”

“Then, I’d be honored to be the first.” Crawling between her legs, he was faced with a huge brown bush. Wendy never thought much about grooming. She didn’t read fashion magazines, and boys just got on top of her. Only her gynecologist had actually seen her until now.

“Wendy, you have a beautiful pussy.” He wanted to say huge but thought that would be unkind. Even through the mass of pubic hair, he could see her labia minora and her clitoris.

For Wendy Prentice, the next hour was the most unbelievable of her young life. David Ray didn’t try to fuck her; all he did was slid his tongue up and down her slit. A slit, he thought, was longer than any he’d ever enjoyed. When her pussy was open, his tongue entered a pussy hole which he thought was bigger than any hole he’d ever been in.

After an hour of just exploring, “Wendy, you have the sweetest pussy. Thank you for letting me be the first.”

She thought for sure he was going to get on top of her. She was ready for David Ray to get on top of her. “No, thank you, I’ve never felt like you make me feel.” Fuck me, please, she was thinking. Her pussy was so ready.

He didn’t. His tongue got busy again, but this time, he focused on her clitoris. That big, fat, almost as big as a small cock, clitoris.

Wendy Prentice had never had an orgasm. She’d never masturbated and those guys she’d fucked didn’t do anything that caused an orgasm. Often, she got home from a date, a fucking date, and wondered what the big deal was all about.

She didn’t really know what was happening the first time that orgasmic feeling swept over her. Unconsciously, she fucked his face. With high school boys, she’d start and more times than not, it would be over.

Not with David Ray’s tongue. He did her clitoris so gently and she fucked his face. He didn’t stop after her first orgasm nor after her second. That’s when her brain started, ‘fuck me, please, come up here and fuck me.’ That was her brain; her mouth didn’t say anything. It was immobilized as he sucked on her big clitoris. His tongue was like velvet or maybe it was silk. No, she was sure it was like satin. It didn’t really matter; in fact, there had never been a feeling like the ones she was experiencing.

Finally, after what might have been her third orgasm, although she wasn’t counting; couldn’t count, her mouth verbalized what her brain had been thinking. “Fuck me, Mr. Jones. Please fuck me. My pussy is so ready for your cock.”

“Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm,” he mumbled. “Wendy, your pussy is so good to eat. Tell me to keep eating it.” His tongue found her clitoris again.

“Yes. No, Mr. Jones. I mean, I want your cock. I want your tongue. Please Mr. Jones.” If nothing else, Wendy Prentice was confused.

David Ray Jones slid up and on top of her, but made sure not to put too much weight on her, even if she was a big girl. He rubbed his wet face on those massive tits. Some of the older women, like Juanita Cruz had big ones, but they were soft and flabby. Wendy’s were big and firm.

His cock was at her entrance. Like I said, usually she didn’t feel much or sometimes, anything.

As for David Ray, usually he needed lots of lube and it was a struggle to push in, and he knew there was pain. No lube, no struggle and no pain. Within moments, he was getting the fucking of his life.

You know he’d fucked a lot of women, not just in the club. He fucked a lot of college girls, but there was nothing like the fucking he was getting from Wendy Prentice.

For Wendy, there was nothing like it. That big cock filled her pussy; the first time that had happened. She could feel her pussy being stretched. David Ray kept giving it to her; the first time that had happened. She felt her body shaking, another orgasm was building up; the first time that had happened; except earlier when David Ray ate her.

Then there was another first. As they rolled around on the bed, her big firm ass bouncing; those big hips rocking the bed, and huge David Ray Jones slamming his cock in and out of her pussy; far deeper than anything had ever been, the slats on the bed collapsed; the legs on the headboard collapsed.

For a moment, they wondered what the hell happened. Then, they started laughing. “Mr. Jones, keep fucking me. Don’t stop. I’ve never done it like this.”

“You’ve never done it on a bed that collapsed under you?” He laughed. “Who has? And Wendy, neither have I.” He continued to fuck that big pussy.

Her eyes were popping out of her head as they fucked. “No, but I’ve never been fucked like this. Keep giving it to me, please don’t stop. I want you to fuck me all night. I don’t care about the bed. Oh, Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones, your cock, oooh your cock.”

There was more fucking in the morning, although this time they moved to the guest room in David Ray’s home. “This bed has a steel frame. It’s unlikely to break,” he smiled.

“It might be fun trying,” the big girl laughed.

There was also more pussy eating, but he didn’t suggest cock sucking, and Wendy didn’t offer.

When she left David Ray’s home on Sunday afternoon, he was exhausted. She, on the other hand, was full of energy. Wendy called Teaching Assistant Elsa Strasstrom. “Mr. Jones was amazing. I never knew it could be like that.”

“Yes, he’s incredible,” Elsa agreed. “But Wendy, I have to tell you, there are a bunch of men that are just like him. Some his age.”

“Elsa, do they have, I’m almost embarrassed to ask, do they have a tongue like Mr. Jones?”

“Some better. Wendy, if you have an open mind about our little group, next weekend I can introduce you to a tongue that will make you think that David Ray had no idea what he was doing.”

“Really? And you’d do that for me? Elsa, how can I ever thank you?”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something.” The Swedish girl smiled to herself, thinking that once Juanita Cruz taught her to eat pussy, and there was no doubt that she would, Wendy will be begging for my pussy.

TO BE CONTINUED

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