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word. Not strip tease. There was no teasing. I took off my skirt, slip and panties first. Harry wanted my pussy; I let him see it first. Yes, my bush is big; I prefer to call it natural. I have lots of hair on my pubic bone. When I wore a thong, in the mirror, it almost looked like I had a bulge, like a guy wearing one of those European swim suits.

Besides, I have small breasts. I didn't think they'd excite Harry or any man. Speaking of excite: Harry's cock was still hard. That's what my, I must say, excellent cock sucking did to him.

Naked I got on the bed; on top of the covers. "Harry, please be gentle."

Oh my God, he was. Usually guys before they ate me, played with my boobs for a bit, and fingered me, and I do mean fingered, then they immediately, without hesitation went down on me, and that's when I threw them out.

Harry wasn't like that. Sure, he played with my titties. He kissed them, licked them, sucked them. "MaryAnn, they're lovely. Do you mind if I enjoy them for a while?"

No, I didn't. Most guys spent less than a minute on them and moved on to what they really wanted, and what I really wanted: to get fucked. Harry didn't say anything about their size. He just made love to them.

He did such nice things to my titties, that it was me that pushed his head down. He had me anxious for more. "Harry, please." It wasn't a ‘Harry, please stop.' It was a ‘Harry, please, you have my pussy so ready.'

I could not have spread my legs any wider.

It was the most incredible thing. Harry was between my legs. "MaryAnn you have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen."

I'm by nature pessimistic. Did Harry say that to all the girls? Did he tell Liz her pussy was beautiful?

He continued, "you're so lovely. Thank you for allowing me." He kissed my pussy; just kissed it. Kissed it all over. "You have the most enchanting fragrance, thank you." He kept kissing me.

No one have ever called the smell of my pussy enchanting. Maybe it was me; I'd never given them a chance. By this time, most of them were on their way out the door. "Please leave."

"Harry, I want you, too. I want your tongue. Please." I opened my pussy lips with my fingers.

I don't want to say I have a big pussy or a big hole, but I'd always been able to accommodate even the biggest cocks without any lube. Oh, I could feel those big cocks, but my natural lube and the size of my hole made entry painless, but oh so good, especially those big ones.

"MaryAnn, you have the most lushest pink pussy I've ever seen. My cock is even harder now than when it was in your mouth."

I knew my pussy was pinker than pink. What girl hasn't, out of curiosity, sat in front of a mirror and checked herself out?"

Then Harry's tongue started. I'd had good fucks before. I had fucks that made me cum. I'd sucked cocks that had my girl cream dripping down my thighs, but never did I experience what Harry's tongue did to me. I felt like I was gushing, and Harry was lapping it up.

All of this before he got to my clitoris.

Speaking of which, my clitoris is the pinkest button. It's not hard to find. I found it myself for the first time when I was a teenager. After that I found it almost every night, and moaned softly when I touched it.

Sometimes, when I was getting fucked just right, a guy's cock would rub against it just right and send me to spasms.

Now, Harry's tongue wasn't just rubbing against it, it was making love to it, and my spasming was an understatement. I don't know how other women react when they have an orgasm, although I'd heard Liz a few times, but what was happening to me had never happened before.

I was crying. I was crying tears of joy. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. My pussy had never felt like this. My whole body had never felt like this. I didn't want it end. "Oh Harry, oh Harry, yes Harry. Your tongue, Harry. Oh my, your tongue. My pussy loves your tongue. Harry keep eating me. I love the way you eat me."

A few days ago, even a few hours ago I thought the very idea of having my pussy eaten was disgusting. Now, Harry could eat it until his tongue wore out.

He did. Not exactly, but you know what I mean. The only reason he didn't was because I stopped him.

Why the hell would I stop him if his tongue felt so good?

"Harry, oh Harry, you need to fuck me. Please, my pussy needs your big cock. Come up here and fuck me Harry, please fuck me."

I'd asked guys to fuck before, but I never begged. I'd ask guys to let me suck their cocks, but never begged.

I was begging now because seventy-year-old Hairy Harry was eating my pussy; making me feel like I'd never felt before.

"Are you sure, MaryAnn? Your pussy is so delicious, I could keep eating it."

No one had ever called my pussy delicious. Of course, I'd never given any guy a chance. "Yes, keep eating it. Fuck me, Harry. Give me your cock, please give it to me."

Yes, I was confused. I wanted Harry to eat me and fuck me at the same time. If I was in my right mind. I would have thought I was going crazy. Harry's tongue had me going crazy.

His tongue continued doing my clitoris which could not have been any more sensitive. I came again. "Harry, please, please, please fuck me." I looked him in the eye. "Harry, I need your big cock. You need to fuck me, NOW!!!!"

I have to say Harry was a very disappointing fuck. Oh, his big cock filled me up and made me swoon, but when I'm getting fucked I like it hard and fast. I like to describe getting fucked as "he fucked the shit out of me" or "he pounded my pussy."

One of my favorite positions is on my knees with my ass in the air and a guy behind me with a huge cock holding my hips and you guessed it "pounding my pussy."

That's not how Harry fucked me. He fucked like old people must fuck. Slowly. After the way his tongue did me, I needed him to slam his big meat in and out.

Of course, I didn't tell Harry that. I put my long legs on his back, his hairy back, and slowly rocked with him. "MaryAnn, I've never eaten a pussy as sweet. Any time, you want me to eat it again I'd be honored."

Earlier, I'd been disgusted to have my pussy eaten, now Harry was telling me he'd be honored to eat me. Could a girl ask for more? "Oh Harry, just keep giving me that big cock." I rolled my hips up and down and from side to side. "And you can tell me again how sweet my pussy is."

Harry kept slowly fucking me. That big cock felt so good. "MaryAnn, I'd love it if you told me you liked fucking my cock, but more than anything you'd like me to eat you again."

Of course, I didn't want that big cock to leave my pussy, but the thought of getting eaten again was tempting. The thought of Harry's tongue doing my clitoris again was tantalizing. The thought of another orgasm, maybe more than one was irresistible. "Harry do you mean it, you really want to eat my pussy again?"

"My cock is getting harder just thinking about it?"

"Harry, it can't possibly get any harder." I squeezed my legs tighter around his back, and bounced more vigorously.

"Remember just a half hour ago when you were begging me to fuck you? Well, now I'm pleading with you to let me eat your delicious pussy."

"Under one condition. You have to tell me again and again that I have a delicious pussy. I like it when you tell me I'm delicious."

"Oh, your pussy is delicious," Harry said as he slowly withdrew. "Your pussy is a delicacy."

Then he was between my legs. "This is the most delicious looking pussy I've ever seen." Harry's tongue licked my now wide-out pussy hole up and down. "or eaten."

"Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, eat me good, Harry."

No sooner had I said that than Harry's tongue started on my clitoris, and for the next hour I was in ecstasy. I let him eat and eat. Harry mumbled numerous times, "MaryAnn, your pussy is delicious." Of course, along with what his tongue was doing I was sky high.

This time I bit my tongue and didn't beg him to fuck me. Instead, "oh God, Harry, your tongue, oh your tongue. You make my pussy sing. I want your cock, let me suck it, please let me suck it. I want to please your cock like you please my pussy. Please let me suck it."

Harry couldn't resist my offer. I don't think most guys could, but he did have a little fun teasing me. "You mean you don't want me to eat your delicious pussy anymore."

I like sucking cock. No, I love sucking cock and guys have praised the things my mouth does to their cock, but I know that without question tonight I outdid myself.

No, I couldn't deep-throat Harry's impossibly long, thick cock. Who could? Not that I didn't try and try. Finally, I gave up trying and concentrated on making love to it.

There wasn't all that much cum; not like the twenty-something guys I'd blown, some of whom gave me so much that I couldn't swallow it all, but I could tell by Harry's reaction he was well-satisfied. He grunted and grunted, and his hand held the top of my head on his cock until it started to deflate.

"Harry, your cock was so good to suck. Thank you."

"I probably haven't mentioned in a while that you have the most delicious pussy."

I crawled up and snuggled on his hairy chest. "I've never been made love to like that, and Harry, I've never made love to a cock like I just did to yours. I hope you let me do it again. Let me make sure you understand, Harry, I want to suck your cock again."

He laughed, "you're going to have to wait until morning, and only if you let me eat your delicious pussy."

I was up before Harry and took a shower. As I got out of bed, I looked over at him. He was not a very attractive man and so hairy. Then I thought of that big cock, and the things his tongue did to my pussy; my delicious pussy.

Harry went crazy on my pussy this morning. He ate and ate. He wouldn't quit. Yes, I begged him to fuck me. I begged him to let me suck his cock.

Eventually he did, but like last night, I insisted on blowing him. "Harry," I said when he finished with a small load of cum for me, "I think we're supposed to check out soon, but if you were to reserve the room for another night, my delicious pussy would be all yours. Harry, you do want to eat my delicious pussy some more, don't you?" I played the innocent, demure young girl.

Of course, Harry couldn't resist and he spent much of Saturday evening and Sunday morning eating my pussy or as he called it "MaryAnn's delicious pussy."

Before we checked out Sunday morning I gave him another blowjob. It took forever, not that I'm complaining. I could feel him throbbing, but I never tasted anything. I wasn't disappointed. Harry, I was sure, was fully satisfied.

"MaryAnn, I hope Liz is feeling better, but I wouldn't mind if she was still feeling poorly next weekend, and you made your delicious pussy available."

"Harry, I've had the most marvelous weekend. I never thought that having my pussy eaten would be so good, and it's always available to your tongue, but I'd never do anything behind Liz's back."

"I understand, maybe the three of us can make some arrangement. You know so I can enjoy both of you."

"No, Harry. This has been wonderful, but I wouldn't do that to Liz. She wants to be with you."

TO BE CONTINUED

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