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Two weeks later, President Marjorie Narducci and Juanita Cruz met for lunch. “Marji, I’ve been thinking about what you said about a man.”

“And I’ve been thinking about eating your sweet pussy again.”

“Don’t change the subject. I have just the man for you, Well, actually he’s a boy, nineteen years old. He’s hung like a stallion, and he has more stamina than I’ll ever have. Marji, all night long, all night long.”

“A boy? What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that my friend Marji needs a good fucking and Stevie can give her the good fucking she needs.”

“Stevie? Not Steve or Stephen? He does sound like a boy.”

If you recall, I introduced Stevie Winthrop in Part 8 when the secret society spent their semester break in Florida. There, seventy-one-year-old Maxim Dealman insisted on riding his face and his long, thick and young cock. “Now, Stevie, get on your knees, Ms. Dealman is drenched just thinking of a boy your age so desirous of my old pussy.”

“Ms. Dealman, if your pussy tastes as good as you fuck and blow, I’ll spend all night eating it.”

“Young man, you can’t eat my pussy all night if you don’t get busy right now.”

“Marji, if I arrange this, you’re going to have to . . .”

“I know, fuck him.”

“And I’m sure he’ll expect a blowjob.”

“You know, when I was married, I hated doing that but once in a while, being the good wife. . .”

“There’s one more thing.”

“There’s more?”

“When Stevie finishes with you, you’re going to be sore, and I know just the perfect remedy,” Juanita laughed. “And I know, you’re going to want to thank me for introducing you to him.”

“Perhaps, you can take care of my soreness, and I can thank you at the East Mountain Resort.”

Now, Stevie Winthrop was knocking on President Marjorie Narducci’s suite at the East Mountain Resort, all arranged by Juanita Cruz.

“Come in, come in, Professor Cruz said you were young, but you are very young.”

“I’ll be twenty next month, but Ms. Narducci I’ve had a lot of experience. I assure you I know what I’m doing.” He put down his backpack and followed her.

Marjorie was wearing a fashionable, but not overly sexy knee length dressing gown. “Ummmm, when you’re with a woman what’s your favorite thing to do? And what do you think you do best?”

Stevie blushed. “Well, I-I-I-love the . . . ummmm. . . taste of women, especially women older than my mother.”

It was President Narducci’s turn to blush. She was certainly older than Stevie’s mother. “And why is that?”

“It’s because, I hope you’re not offended. It’s because they can’t wait to show their appreciation once I’m finished.”

“You mean reciprocate.”

“Yes, reciprocate.”

“Well, Stevie, before I can reciprocate, you need to get started. Why don’t we get undressed?”

Under the dressing gown, Marjorie wore a camisole that emphasized her breasts, and boxer-style panties. She took off the camisole but left the panties on. Then she sat back on the sofa in her suite and watched Stevie Winthrop undressed.

He’d done this before in front of women in their forties, fifties and even as old as seventy-one-year-old Maxim Dealman. They always seemed intrigued; Stevie did not expect this woman, even though she was the president of the university to be any different.

After removing his shoes and socks, Stevie took off his pants and boxer. He learned that quickly when he’d been invited to the secret society. Marjorie gasped when he stood before her in just his shirt and tie. He wasn’t posing, but . . .

Marjorie stared. Her first thought was that his cock was as long as his tie, but no, that would be an exaggeration. Her second thought was how was that thing, that magnificent, gorgeous thing, going to fit wherever Stevie might wish to put it. And at the moment, as she salivated and her pussy leaked, he was welcome to put it anywhere he wanted.

When he took off his shirt and tie, he was completely naked. Marjorie thought his body was beautiful, and not just his cock, but her eyes couldn’t leave it. Unsurprisingly, at his age with a woman staring, that impressive manhood was on the rise.

He sat down next to Marjorie, “ma’am, whatever you have in mind, whatever you want, Professor Cruz said I should fulfill all your desires.”

“That’s very kind of you.” She didn’t get to her current position by being a wallflower; most people would describe her as assertive, but here she was lost for words.

Stevie could see her hesitation. “Why don’t I do this?” He got on his knees in front of her. “Ummmm, ma’am, I think I know what you want, but I can’t do it with your panties on.”

“Right.” Marjorie stood up, took them off and sat back down with Stevie between her legs.

He gently pushed her legs far apart. “Ma’am, I know why I’m here and you know why I’m here. I don’t think I have to talk you into anything, not like some college girls. I have to say, you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Remember, she’d heard that before from her ex-husband, those occasional lovers and Juanita Cruz. Besides, at his age how many pussies could this boy be familiar with? “That’s very kind of you to say, but I don’t think you’re here just to look at my pussy.”

“No ma’am.”

And just like that, Stevie Winthrop started. Except for that ex-husband, most of those occasional lovers weren’t very good. Of course, that excludes Marcus Aurelius and Juanita who Marjorie thought was the best pussy eater ever.

Juanita was right: men were different. Stevie was rougher. His tongue moved faster; he licked harder: rougher. She’d noticed that with Marcus Aurelius, but this was a teenager. Looking down, she was thrilled that this young man was eager for her pussy.

In a few minutes, she was in awe. He wasn’t as good as Juanita, but who was? And he was far better than Marcus, and like I said, Stevie Winthrop was still a teenager. That made it even more thrilling. I mean, a teenage boy was eagerly eating her old pussy. Of course, she was thrilled.

It wasn’t long before she was sighing and moaning, “Oh God, Stevie, oh God, Oooooooh yes, ooooh your tongue, your tongue is so good to me. Don’t stop.”

He had no intention of stopping. Seventy-one-year-old Maxim Dealman insisted he make her cum at least three times before she mounted him. Ms. Narducci was younger; he suspected she’d want more than that, but he did wonder when she’d start begging for his cock. They all did.

Stevie kept going and going, and President Narducci kept coming. She seemed to want him to keep going, which he wasn’t opposed to, but he was ready to get fucked. He took the initiative.

He stopped; she moaned in disappointment. “Ma’am, I just have to show you what eating your sweet pussy does to me. Stevie stood up, and there it was standing tall like a flagpole, pointing straight at the ceiling.

Marjorie gasped. She’d never seen anything like it. She had no idea that cocks got that big and that stiff. “My God, Stevie, that’s the most amazing cock I’ve ever seen.” He’d heard that before. He’d heard it from college girls, like Elsa Strasstrom, Sofie Ramirez and Wendy Prentice, but he’d also heard it from Maxim, Juanita, Trudy Kraus and Winnie Appleton. It never got old. “Come with me, let me take you to bed,” Marjorie insisted.

She started to drag him toward the bedroom portion of her suite. “Wait, we’ll need this.” He grabbed his backpack, which held a variety of lubes. He always carried his backpack.

Marjorie Narducci was already on her back, legs spread when he joined her. No, she wasn’t all that attractive; not like Elsa. But as he’d learned, looks weren’t everything. In fact, they were less than nothing. No one sucked like Maxim Dealman. Her wrinkled face and ass, her saggy tits belied a mouth that was marvelous. Big, I mean huge women like Wendy and Winnie could fuck far better than someone as beautiful as Elsa. They lifted him off the bed repeatedly. Not that he didn’t have a grand time with the insatiable Elsa Strasstrom.

He started to mount Ms. Narducci. She had other ideas. His tongue work and those wild orgasms had loosened her up.

Marjorie Antonelli Narducci had never been much for blowjobs. She’d been the good wife and when her husband suggested one, she was the dutiful wife, but never with those occasional lovers.

Now she was curious and after what his tongue did to her, she was ready, no anxious, to reciprocate. “Stevie, I was married once; long before you were born. I haven’t done this since. Bear with me, please.” She scooted down the bed.

“It’s okay Ms. Narducci, just do what you can.”

Watching her, it didn’t take long to realize that Marjorie wasn’t very good. Not like Juanita or Maxim. Trudy Kraus called herself a sword swallower and Winnie Appelton told him, “Stevie, my husband said I was a cock gobbler, let me show you.” Even Elsa Strasstrom’s pretty lips had pleased his cock more than once and far better than the president.

He’d have to give Marjorie an A for effort. She licked, kissed, tried to suck more than just his big, circumcised head. He let her go on and on. I mean who stops a blowjob?

Rather than embarrass her, “Ma’am, you have my cock so ready for your pussy. Let me, please.” Did he sound sincere? He hoped so.

Marjorie took it out of her mouth, “do you think this majestic piece of manhood will fit in my little pussy?” She was skeptical, but curious.

“I think we can make it fit,” he smiled. Marjorie rolled on to her back, and Stevie took a tube of high-quality lube from his backpack.

After rubbing it all over his cock, Stevie rubbed a generous amount into her opening. “I think that’ll help.”

Then he was atop her. Although the secret society assure him all the pussy he could handle, he was still a teenager, still anxious. He pushed in; not crudely, but roughly.

If you recall, even when married, Marjorie Narducci wasn’t enamored with fucking. I’ve said it before, but just to reiterate, she tolerated fucking. It didn’t take long to realize that this was different. Maybe it was the size of that cock, maybe it was his youth. Yes, that was it. His youth.

Marjorie had no illusions about her physical appearance. She overheard reference to her short, round body; to her horse face. The fact that a gorgeous teenager with a huge hard cock was pushing into her and had just finished eating her pussy, had her more than willing. Not just to tolerate it. “Like that, Stevie, give me your cock; give me all of it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, ma’am.”

“No, no, don’t worry, just give it to me.” The lube helped both of them. His slow but persistent pushing stretched her pussy; stretched it far beyond anything she’d ever felt. If you recall Marjorie was a virgin on her wedding night, not a finger, nor a tampon had defiled her. Now, she was getting invaded by something far beyond even her wildest fantasies.

“Oooooooh, Stevie, your magnificent cock, ooooh, God, keep giving it to me. I want it all. My pussy needs it all.”

It took a while, but eventually that massive cock was in as far as it was going to go. “Let me get comfortable with your cock inside me. Stevie, don’t move for a few minutes.”

They lay together for a while. “Thank you for being so patient with me. I think I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure, ma’am, because, if you’re not, I’d love to eat your sweet pussy some more.”

“No, no,” she looked him in the eye. “Stevie, listen to me, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me good with that big cock.”

He started moving on top of her. Thankfully for the lube, that monster cock easily slid in and out of her stretched pussy.

For the next ten minutes, Stevie fucked her harder and harder. Marjorie moaned louder and louder. “Yes, oh yes, your cock oh your cock is so good to my pussy. Keep fucking me.” She was moving her ass and her hips like she was certain she’d never moved before. “Stevie, ooooooh, my pussy loves your cock. Keep going.”

He slowed down. “Ma’am, if you’d like I can take it out. I’d love to eat you some more.” Juanita taught him to tell women that. “We love to hear that,” she explained.

When he was fucking seventy-something Maxim Dealman, he whispered in her ear. “You have the sweetest pussy. Tell me to take it out and eat it.” He did. The blowjob later was as good as he’d ever had.

The president said, “You have the most amazing tongue, but Stevie, oh your cock, your cock. Fuck me hard. My pussy wants it.”

“You really mean, your pussy needs it, don’t you?” Stevie grabbed her by the ankles and started ramming his cock in and out while he watched it.

“Yes, oooooooh yes, my pussy needs your big cock.” That big round ass had been bouncing off the bed. Now, she bounced even more vigorously.

He banged her hard. He may have been young, but he was still a man. “Ms. Narducci, I’m going to cum soon. Some women have told me they like me to finish in their mouth.”

Years ago, when she blew her husband, reluctantly, she’d swallow his man juice. She got no joy from the taste. Right now, the way he’d fucked her. The way he’d fucked her so good; the way he’d eaten her so good, she’d do anything he wanted.

“Yes, yes please. Let me taste your man cream.”

“You want it don’t you?”

“Yes please, put it in my mouth.”

Stevie got off her and crawled on his knees towards her face; his cock in his hand, guiding it to her mouth. “Here ya’ go, ma’am.”

“Yes, Stevie let me have your cream.” She opened her mouth wide. Just as that monster cockhead got to her lips, he exploded. It sprayed her lips, her cheeks, her nose. Compared to what she remembered from decades ago and blowing her husband, there sure seemed like a lot of it.

Before Stevie’s second shot, Marjorie grabbed that cock and guided it to her mouth. “Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm,” she sighed as she felt his cum on her tongue. Then there was a good size third shot.

“Ma’am, you’re as greedy for it as any girl I’ve been with,” he laughed.

“Stevie” she swallowed, “that was amazing. Your cum is so tasty. I hope before the weekend’s over, I can enjoy it again.”

“Ooooooh, you liked it that much.”

She tried to wipe her face. “I did. Now, you rest, and when you’re ready for my pussy again, just let me know. In the meantime, you can snuggle against these. I’d like you to get to know them, too.” She pushed his head between her breasts.

Naturally, she knew that it took a man a while, perhaps a couple of hours to recover. When Marcus Aurelius came in his pants from eating her pussy, his was pretty much done for the night. As you know with women, with Juanita Cruz it was different. She could eat all night.

She let Stevie snuggled between her tits, but not for too long. Then she slid her hand under the blankets, “maybe with a little encouragement you’ll be ready for more.”

“Ma’am, I know what will help me get ready,” he pushed her head down to where her hand was.

“Ooooh, does that always work with you,” Marjorie laughed as she slid between Stevie’s legs. “Remember, I’m not very good at this.” Then her mouth was on his mostly dead cock, but it was slowly rising. Afterall, he was nineteen.

She licked his cockhead, his shaft down to his balls. “Stevie, your cock did amazing things to my pussy, and you tasted so good.” For the next few minutes, Marjorie tried to put more than his cockhead in her mouth.

“I think I’m just about ready,” Stevie tried to save her from what he thought was something she really didn’t want to do.

Ms. Narducci wanted to keep trying to suck it but knew she wasn’t doing very good.

“You’re right. My pussy is dripping in anticipation.” She rolled on her back.

“Ummmm, I think we’re still going to need the lube.” He reached for the tube he’d placed on the nightstand earlier.

The second time was even better for Marjorie; Stevie too. “OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, YOUR COCK OH YOUR COCK. YOU’RE GOOD TO MY PUSSY. FUCK ME. FUCK ME.” She bounced her ass and her short stubby legs moved up and down uncontrollably. “OOOOOH GOD, I’M CUMMMING. I’M CUMMMING, STEVIE, DON’T STOP; KEEP FUCKING MY PUSSY. OOOOOOOOOOOH.”

Then there was another then another, as young Stevie’s cock slid in and out of her slick pussy.

He kept slamming that long thick man meat into her pussy. “Thank you, Ms. Narducci, you were fantastic. Why don’t you tell me when you’re ready to get your pussy eaten.”

She was breathing hard. “Stevie, my pussy is all yours. You can do whatever you want to it.”

The mixture of Marjorie’s pussy juice and the lube was as sweet a taste as Stevie ever enjoyed, except for seventy-one-year-old Maxim Dealman’s pussy.

“Your open pussy looks so beautiful, ma’am.” Spread wide with her black bush framing her wide open pussy hole, Stevie’s tongue gravitated to it. “And tasty, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm.”

Saturday morning, there was more pussy eating. Stevie dragged her to the suite’s living room, and knelt on the floor between her legs, “ma’am, I could worship your pussy like this all day.”

“I’d let you, but Stevie, once you start, you know I’m going to want to get fucked.”

Momentarily, he stood up, “look, just thinking of your delicious pussy has my cock ready.” His cock was standing at full mast.

“And my pussy’s getting wet just thinking about your tongue.”

He was back on his knees, but he was wrong he didn’t eat her all morning. Marjorie was right, having her pussy eaten had her begging to get fucked. As he’d dragged her to the living room, she dragged Stevie back to bed.

He still used the lube, but she was getting comfortable with that massive pole inside her.

Better yet, for a woman who barely tolerated fucking when she was married, President Narducci couldn’t stand the idea of that long, fat, young, hard cock not fucking her.

Throughout the day, “Stevie, are you ready for more?”

Or

“My pussy’s soaking wet thinking of your cock.”

Or

“Do you think if I suck it for a while, you’ll be ready to fuck me again?”

Yes, Marjorie Antonelli Narducci, who had been a reluctant cocksucker when married, who had been averse to the very idea over the past decades, now was more the willing, and it was fair to say, eager to put Stevie’s young hard cock in her mouth. Eager, to feel and taste his manly explosion.

That’s how Saturday went, fucking, sucking, eating; in no particular order. Stevie was surprised at her stamina on her back and on her knees. As for Marjorie: “Stevie, I’m not complaining, but does your majestic cock ever quit?”

“Do you want it to?”

“No, no, no,” she protested as she put it back in her mouth.

That reminds me. That weekend, Marjorie didn’t get much better at giving a blowjob, but as I said, she was eager.

Sunday morning, after a multi-orgasmic fuck, “thank you, Stevie, you were marvelous, AGAIN, but I hope you’re not too disappointed by my lack of, let’s call it, oral skills,” she giggled, with him still on top of her.

“Not at all. You’re a fabulous fuck, and I can’t imagine ever eating a more delicious pussy.”

“I know, but I feel so inadequate. Why don’t we come back here in a few weeks, and I’ll spend the whole weekend on my knees?” She put her arms around his neck, moved her ass, trying to guide that still hard cock back into her pussy hole, “I’ve never said this to another man, and I can’t imagine I ever will, but Stevie, I want to be your cocksucker, your personal blowjob queen.”

Three weeks later, they were back at the East Mountain Resort. Marjorie did indeed spend a lot of time on her knees. She felt bad about how poorly she sucked and was embarrassed that nineteen-year-old Stevie Winthrop was teaching her how to give a blowjob.

Of course, that wasn’t the only thing they did that weekend. There was fucking. Stevie, again to her embarrassment, showed her how he liked it. Liked it when she got on top and rode his cock. “It feels like I have a telephone pole up my pussy?”

“Are you complaining?’

“Oh no.” She bounced faster and faster. Her huge tits bouncing too, which amused Stevie.

By the time that weekend ended, and then another a month later, “Ma’am, you’ve become an extraordinary, ummm . . .”

The president smiled, “you can say it. “Marjorie, you’ve become an extraordinary cocksucker. Now, Stevie, you can show your appreciation by taking care of my pussy.” She pushed his head down. “You know, I never get tired of hearing how delicious my pussy is.”

For his twentieth birthday, Marjorie took him to the East Mountain Resort. “Stevie, let me spend the weekend blowing you. I want my lips so raw they bleed. I want to feel your big ball sack bouncing off my chin. By the end of the weekend, I want to be able to say I deep throated the biggest cock ever.”

Six months after Juanita Cruz first introduced President Marjorie Narducci to young Stevie Winthrop, they were a couple. Not many people knew, given her position and status, it was best to keep it quiet.

The university provided her with a lovely old Victorian home just a few hundred yards from her office, but she spent little time there. Instead, she rented a small one-bedroom apartment for Stevie just off campus.

“I hope you like it,” she smiled as she lay naked on his bed, legs spread.

He was certain she was talking about the apartment, “what I’d like is a taste of your pussy.”

“Do you mean my delicious pussy? Be my pussy eating boy tonight.” She spread those short stubby legs as wide as possible.

“Not just tonight, every night.”

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

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