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breakfast."

"I-I . . ."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot. What was an old woman like me thinking?"

"No, no, Cheri. I was just a little surprised. Surprised that you'd have any interest in a guy my age."

"Do you mean a white guy your age?"

"Not at all." I put her arms around her and kissed her on the mouth; using my tongue.

I'm not sure if my hands went to her breasts first or her hand went to my belt buckle first. Cheri giggled, "I think we're both thinking the same thing. I suppose if you're staying for breakfast, I should show you where you're sleeping. Come with me."

It was dark in her bedroom, "Doug, I'm fifty-four-years old. I have a body of a fifty-four-year-old. I'm kind of embarrassed, and you shouldn't have any great expectations."

"I have none. My only expectation is a great breakfast," I tried to make light of Cheri's discomfort.

Meanwhile, we were in an embrace and I was unbuttoning her blouse and she had my belt undone and my zipper down.

I kissed her neck, down toward her cleavage. "I'll bet they're beautiful," I said.

"Maybe once, but now they're just saggy blobs of fat."

"Let me be the judge of that."

"You're so kind, but I'm holding something that has no sag. Damn, Doug, you're hard."

"I think it has to do with anticipation."

"What are you anticipating, Doug?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"I'm curious."

"I'm thinking I'm in a bedroom with a beautiful woman who has my cock out of my pants. She's a woman of experience, she must have something in mind."

"I do, Greg, but it's been years." Then Cheri went down on me. It was just a brief tongue kiss on my cockhead. "Well, I've gone that far. We might as well get undressed and get in bed."

Still in the dark, Cheri got on the other side of the bed, turned her back and got undressed. She was under the blankets before I was completely naked.

Immediately we embraced. Her hand went back to my still hard cock. My hand went to her breasts. "I told you they were saggy."

"They feel great in my hand. I wonder how they'll feel in my mouth." I kissed my way down. Yes, they sagged, but they were big and her nipples were already hard. My mouth found a nipple and I kissed and sucked it.

"Cheri, they're lovely."

"Keep doing them, Greg. You make them feel better than they have in twenty years."

I kissed, licked and sucked one then the other. My free hand went to her pussy. It was sopping wet. "Playing with your cock does that to me," she said.

I thought about the way Diane liked me to eat her. I didn't hesitate. "Cheri, I'd love to make love to you."

"Hmmmm, I'd like that. Do you want me to use my mouth on your cock some more?"

"I would, but I have to tell you, I have an inviolable rule. I always, I mean always, eat before I make love."

"Doug, you don't mean that. I can't imagine that you'd want to eat my old pussy."

My mouth left her tit and I slipped below the blankets. "Ooooh, Doug, ooooh Doug," I wasn't to her belly button yet. Cheri was holding my head in her hands as if she didn't want me to go any farther, but her resistance was minimal.

I got between her legs. I didn't know if she could hear me with my head under the blankets, "Cheri, you have a lovely fragrance."

In the dark I couldn't see it, but even with my limited experience I knew where a pussy was. My tongue found her incredibly wet pussy. "And you're pussy is sweet, too," I mumbled.

Cheri was starting to move her hips.

Then I had a revelation. If you recall until Diane, I didn't have too much experience eating pussy, and since then only hers. Now, I just knew I was eating something special. I'd never tasted anything so good. I'm not just talking about pussy. I'd never tasted ANYTHING so good.

Her juicy pussy just flowed and I lapped those juices up. I didn't forget what Diane told me about doing her clitoris. My tongue searched for Cheri's. I wasn't sure I found it, but then Cheri started to shake. "Yes, Doug, right there. Oh yeah, right there." Her hands held my head tightly, "right like that."

I'd never heard anyone including Diane have as loud an orgasm as Cheri had. Nor anyone that moved her hips and ass like she did. Nor any bed that shook like Cheri made it shake.

As Diane told me, the fucking gets better when I'm multi-orgasmic. Would that be true for Cheri Martin?

To be honest, that's not why I kept eating her. I kept eating her because that pussy tasted so good.

I kept going and going: doing her clitoris; then licking all the juices from her pussy hole. Then it was back to her clitoris. With all my experience doing Miss Richman this past year, even in the dark I had no trouble finding that clitoris.

Cheri begged me to come up and fuck her, but just like Diane, she really didn't mean it. "No, no, Doug, keep eating me. Eat my pussy. One more time, please, Doug."

Neither of us were going to allow "just one more time." Her pussy was so tasty, I had no intention of "just one more time." And Cheri was having such mind-blowing orgasms; she didn't want them to end.

Finally, Cheri dragged me up from under the blankets; not so we could fuck. "Doug, I just can't take any more; maybe for breakfast."

To be fair, my tongue was worn out. We snuggled, but my mouth did find a tit to rest my mouth on. "Doug, I've never . . ."

"Me either."

In the morning, it was impossible for Cheri to hide her fifty-four-year-old body. I mean who doesn't have to pee to start the day? She scurried back to bed and under the covers.

"I'll be right back," I said. Standing in the bathroom, the night all came back to me. ‘Damn, that was the tastiest pussy.' As I finished, my cock began to rise just thinking about it.

By the time I came back to her bed, it was at half-mast. The blankets were up to Cheri's neck when I returned. "Doug, I'm sorry about last night. After what you did to me, I was too exhausted. I'll make it up to you this morning." Her hand went to my cock, which was still rising.

"What are you talking about? My cock is hard just thinking about your sweet pussy."

"You don't have to appease me, Doug. I know what happened last night."

"So, do I. I ate the most delicious pussy and I'd like to eat it some more this morning."

I started kissing Cheri's neck; intent on working my way down. "It's daylight, Cheri, there's no way, I'm not going to see what you look like."

"I know, but I do have a little pride and dignity."

"Tell me what we did last night."

"Not we, Doug, you. No one ever ate my pussy like that. Diane told me that she taught you how to please her, but that was far beyond my expectations."

By this time, the blankets were below her breasts and I was kissing them. "I told you I had saggy tits."

Yes, they sagged. She told me she had four kids and given her age, of course they sagged. "Do you mind, if I enjoy them for a while?"

They were big; not like Diane's, but still big. They were a dark brown, with lighter areolas and almost black nipples which my tongue was playing with. First the left, then the right. "Cheri, I'd love to continue where I left off last night. You have the sweetest pussy."

"I don't know what to say. Before last night, it had been ages since any man wanted anything to do with what I have down there."

"Yes, and after last night, I want what you have down there." By now, I was kissing Cheri around her belly button and those blankets were below her knees.

You know it was inevitable; I knew it was inevitable; Cheri finally resigned herself to the fact that I really wanted to eat her. She pushed my head down and sighed.

I was between her legs. Her bush, framed by tight black curls looked luscious. It was her actual pussy that intrigued me. Her outer lips were covered with hair, while her small inner pussy lips extended beyond her opening. They were pink and it looked like her pinker clitoris extended even farther out. A clitoris I'd enjoyed so much last night.

"Cheri, you're beautiful." I was talking about her pussy, but my mind was also thinking of how she moved while I was eating her and what the fucking might be like.

"You've seen all of me now, Doug. If you still want it; it's all yours." She spread her legs farther apart.

Did I want it? After last night, who wouldn't? "Thank you, Cheri. I'm sure you're pussy's as tasty as it was last night."

Then I started. My tongue found its way inside those labia minora, which slowly opened for me. Yes, Cheri's pussy was delicious. I licked her pussy hole; apparently my tongue work helped get her juices flowing. They were sweet.

"C'mon, Doug, you know where I want your tongue."

After almost a year of playing the role of little Dougie Fineman to Mrs. Donaldson, I felt so free as I ate Cheri Martin's pussy. I can't speak for her, but it was even better than last night.

We weren't in the dark or under the covers, and no she didn't have a perfect body, not even one as nice as Miss Richman's forty-something-year-old body. What she did have was the best tasting pussy, and the way she reacted to my tongue work had my cock as hard as it was when I was a teenager fantasizing about Mrs. Donaldson.

Just like last night, my tongue didn't quit even when she begged for my rock-hard cock. Last night, I couldn't get enough of that sweet pussy and listening to her. This morning, I couldn't get enough of Cheri's sweet pussy; the view of her pussy, watching her hips and ass move and her noisy orgasms.

It was over an hour later that I just couldn't wait any longer. With her begging for my cock, I got on top of her and sunk my cock into that sopping hole.

As you know before Diane Richman (Mrs. Donaldson) I wasn't all that experienced, but I couldn't imagine sticking my cock in a better pussy. It was like trying to hit a moving target. Damn, for an old lady, Cheri Martin sure could fuck. "You have the best pussy," I whispered in her ear. "I can't picture eating a sweeter pussy. Anytime you want me to eat it again, just let me know."

"Not right now, Doug. Keep fucking me."

I never did get breakfast unless of course you count pussy for breakfast. It was afternoon before Cheri had enough. We fucked; I ate; we fucked some more; I ate. When I finally came, I had to admit, "Cheri, you are the best fuck, with the sweetest pussy."

"Last night, I had no idea what would happen when I invited you for apple pie. I didn't think you'd be having pussy instead, and Doug, no one's done my pussy like that. Not two husbands and a few boyfriends. No one."

"You know, you promised me breakfast. That's so disappointing," I laughed.

"Shall we try for tomorrow morning?"

I laughed, "are you going to hide under the blankets like you did this morning?"

"Doug, you've made me understand that I'm still desirable." She threw off the blankets and stood on the bed. "I feel so liberated. Look at me, Doug. My tits are saggy; so is my ass. I have wrinkles and after four kids my tummy is unsightly, but . . ."

"But I'm so looking forward to eating your pussy again." She stood on the bed for a long time, while my eyes like lasers focused on that shock of black hair between her legs. That shock of black hair that hid a delicious treasure.

Cheri did make me breakfast Sunday morning, but I also had pussy and we fucked. However, before breakfast there was a blowjob to end all blowjobs. It was as if Cheri was a cocksucker, who hadn't sucked a cock in ages.

When she came up for air, "Doug, you have an amazing cock. I hope I'm doing okay; I haven't sucked a cock in two decades."

I pushed her head back on my cock. She didn't quit until I came. It was the first time I'd cum all weekend. It was the first time I'd cum since last week with Diane.

My tongue and my cock needed a rest when I got home Sunday. I thought the weekend with Cheri Martin was a one-time thing and Diane Richman would go back to our ‘dating.'

It wasn't to be.

TO BE CONTINUED

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