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I took a long time picking out something to wear. "Oh, Liz if you're lucky you won't have it on too long."

"Marsha, Dr. Phelps is a gynecologist, he's seen more pussy than any guy I've ever dated. What if he doesn't like the way mine looks?"

"Liz, he's not going to exam it, if you're lucky he's going to fuck it, and if you're really lucky he's going to eat it."

It was just beer and pizza. We chatted about medical stuff without violating any patient confidentiality. Finally, he asked me to join him for a drink at his condo. Of course, I said yes.

It didn't take long before we were in an embrace.

It didn't take too long before we were naked.

It didn't take too long before I was on my back and Tom's tongue was becoming familiar with my pussy.

It did take a while before he got on top of me and that big cock was fucking me. It was the best fuck ever. Tom knew how to use his marvelous instrument.

In the morning, I sucked the best cock ever. He lasted and lasted and I sucked and sucked. Late that morning there was more fucking. "Oh God, Tom keep fucking me just like that. Like that, oh baby, just like that."

Saturday night, there was more pussy eating and another blowjob.

By Sunday afternoon, there was overwhelming proof I'd had a great weekend. My pussy was sore and my lips raw.

Dr. Phelps and I continued to see each other over the next year. With our age differences, I was surprised when he asked me to marry him.

We lived happily ever after. But that's not the end of the story.

The rest of the story also has to do with age differences.

Twenty-five-year-old MaryAnn and seventy-year-old Hairy Harry continued to see each other, but like with me, as high quality as Harry's tongue was, and as big as his cock was, the quantity of the sex was problematic.

"Harry, I need to get fucked more than just once a week. You're marvelous when you can do it and your tongue, Oh my, but . . ."

"I understand and I appreciate your honesty. It's been fun, and I'll never forget your delicious pussy."

Two weeks later, Harry called MaryAnn. "Didn't you introduce me to a friend of yours. She was older, and I think she was a nurse like Liz?"

"Yes, that would be Marsha, why?"

"Is she married? Seeing anyone? Do you think she'd have dinner with me?"

"Harry, her name is Marsha, and I know you. You don't just want to have dinner."

"Well . . ."

"Harry, I'll give Marsha your phone number. If she's interested, she'll call you."

Friday night at Happy Hour, MaryAnn met Marsha and me. Mary Ann told her about Harry's offer.

Marsha looked at MaryAnn like she was crazy, but we knew what she was thinking. Marsha was divorced and since then had been through more men than Ben and Jerry has flavors. None of them, unlike Ben and Jerry were any good. Lousy fucks; small cocks; terrible or no pussy eating at all.

MaryAnn and I had both, in exquisite detail, shared our experiences with Harry. Our conversation went something like this:

"I can't believe this," said Marsha. "I can't believe both of you are going ga-ga over a seventy-year-old man."

"Not just any seventy-year-old," I said. "A seventy-year-old with the biggest cock ever."

MaryAnn nodded and held her hands almost a foot apart.

"And," I continued, "the best pussy eater ever."

MaryAnn nodded again. "A first-class cunning-linguist," she smiled.

"I don't believe it," Marsha shook her head.

On the other hand, I knew Marsha was thinking, ‘just one night; one good fuck.' It would be worth it. Worth it to be with seventy-year-old Harry with the huge cock.

Marsha protested: "Oh no. I'm not going out with some old man."

"Marsha, you're love life is non-existent. I'll be you haven't had a good fucking in a dog's age."

"Well . . ."

"When was the last time a man's tongue gave you a thrill."

"It's none of your business. I'm going home."

However, the following Monday Marsha called Harry. "I'm so glad you called, Marsha. How about dinner Friday night?"

"Harry, I know you've taken Liz and MaryAnn to the Madison. Why don't I meet you in the lobby at 5 PM Friday?"

She explained to MaryAnn and me: "I just need one good night of fucking. Wining and dining unnecessary."

We didn't remind her that Harry couldn't do it more than once a week; not once a night.

We helped her pick out some clothes; lingerie actually. "I don't even want to get out of bed; I don't need much."

It was winter. In the lobby, Marsha was wearing an overcoat and carrying an over-sized bag.

Once they got to the gorgeous penthouse suite, "Harry, I know what you want; you know what I want. Let's not waste each other's time. She took off her overcoat. She was naked.

For almost forty, Marsha looked pretty good. Her ass was a little wide, and her big boobs were starting to show some sag, and they were not as firm as they were fifteen years ago.

She'd left the hospital early; taken a long, hot bath and did some serious grooming. The hairy triangle between her legs was cropped close. Now, there was only hair on her pubic bone. The rest was bare. MaryAnn and I had told her how much Harry liked to eat pussy. In the bathtub, Marsha wanted to make it was as inviting as possible.

"Marsha, you look stunning. I hope I can please you."

"Harry, let's start by letting me please you." She got on her knees. She unhooked his belt, and unbuttoned his pants.

Harry, a little taken aback by her aggressiveness, stood there for a minute. Then he took off his jacket, his tie and his shirt. Meanwhile, Marsha had his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and was untying his shoes.

Soon, like Marsha, Harry was naked.

Of course, in the hospital Marsha had seen his penis before, but not like this. Harry's cock began to rise as soon as Marsha took off her coat and got on her knees.

A hard cock for an eighteen-year-old points at the ceiling. A hard cock for a guy Harry's age is at best perpendicular to the floor. Marsha didn't care; didn't even notice.

Unlike MaryAnn and I, Marsha had almost twenty years' experience. Still, she was impressed, 'damn, that's one big cock.' However, she was certain she could please it. Before putting it in her mouth: "Harry, MaryAnn and Liz told me your cock was magnificent, but oh my. I've never seen anything like it."

She started by licking it all over. From his cockhead to his ball; with plenty of time tonguing his shaft. "Marsha, I think you want to do more than just play with it."

"I do, Harry, I do." She slid her lips over Harry's cockhead and down his shaft; taking inch by inch. Even she was a little surprised by how much she was taking.

Harry had never seen anything like it.

Not that, Marsha could deep-throat his cock, but Harry watched in awe as she took more than anyone ever, except his deceased wife.

When Harry was twenty-five, he met and married Helene McGirk. He married her because twenty-eight-year-old Helene the first time they slept together gave him a blowjob. It wasn't his first nor was it hers. What was different was that Helene McGirk made Harry's cock completely disappear down her throat as if it was easy. For the next thirty years, three or four times a week, she would blow him like that.

No other woman came close before or after. That is until now. Marsha was on her knees in the living room of the penthouse suite at the Madison Hotel and his cock was slowly disappearing.

Marsha came close. "Harry, you have the most majestic cock I've ever had the pleasure, but now I need it in my pussy."

She got off her knees and got on top of the bed; legs spread. "Come on Harry, your cock is definitely ready."

Marsha's cocksucking had Harry's knees buckling. He looked at her lying there. "Marsha, you're beautiful, and as much as I ‘d love to fuck you, your pussy looks good enough to eat."

From the foot of the bed Harry climbed between her legs. "Lovely." Marsha was not a young woman with limited experience. With her legs spread wide, she opened her pussy for him. "Oh, Marsha, you are beautiful. There's something special about the taste of a woman not a girl like Liz and Maryann.

Then his tongue started. Later when he reflected, Harry would admit, "the way Marsha sucked my cock spurred me on to eat her pussy, like I hadn't eaten pussy in decades."

Nurse Marsha, almost forty-years-old was the recipient. Except in the first year of her marriage when her husband thought her pussy was the greatest thing, she'd never experienced anything like the feelings Harry's tongue made her feel.

It was in the second year of their marriage that her husband discovered that as good as her twenty-six- year-old pussy tasted; eighteen-year-old pussy was even tastier.

For Harry as good as it was to eat young pussy like MaryAnn and Liz, he was obsessed with Marsha's. Numerous times she insisted, demanded, begged him to come up and fuck her, Harry continued to eat. He thought she had the perfect size clitoris for the tip of his tongue. Not just the perfect size, but he found it so, so sensitive. "Ooooooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooh, Harry, I'm cumming again. Please, please fuck me. Fuck my pussy."

"Not yet," he mumbled. "You have the tastiest pussy." His tongue started again.

"Oooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooh." Marsha writhed. "I've never . . . don't stop, Harry. Keep eating me. My pussy, oh my pussy, my pussy. Oh Harry." Marsha had tears running down her cheeks, and she was fucking Harry's tongue as enthusiastically as she'd ever fucked a cock.

"That's it, baby, tell Harry how much you want his cock."

‘Yes, Harry, fuck me, please fuck me. I want your cock. Do you want me to suck it again? I'd love to suck it. You're so good to my pussy. I'll do anything just keep eating my pussy."

To say that Marsha's brain was confused was an understatement.

She had spent hours preparing for tonight. In the lobby of the Madison, her make-up was perfect. Now, her cheeks were streaked with black lines; from the cock sucking, her red lipstick was askew.

Harry thought she looked beautiful as he mounted her. "Marsha, you have the sweetest pussy. Feel my cock, it's never been so hard."

His cock was starting to penetrate her; stretching her. "Harry, you have the best tongue. Lots of men have eaten me, but none of have come close to eating me like you just did. I want you to fuck me; I need you to fuck me, but Harry if you want me to blow you, my mouth is all yours."

Harry kept pushing in. "I'm looking forward to fucking you, Marsha."

"Keep giving me your cock. Harry. You're filling me up. Keep giving it to me. I want it all. I can take it all. I'm not a girl like Liz and MaryAnn."

Harry fucked Marsha slowly; in and out, in and out. Mary Ann said Harry fucked her like she thought old people fucked. I did, too, but that cock had every nerve ending in Marsha's pussy on fire. ‘Like that, Harry, keep fucking me like that. Harry, however, you'd like to fuck me, I'm willing. If you want me to get on top. I can fuck you like that. If you want to fuck me like a dog, I'm all yours. You can fuck me anyway you want."

He kept going and going. I was surprised.

"I can't imagine a better fuck, Marsha."

She moved my ass a little faster.

"Marsha, don't take this the wrong way, but," he looked her in the eyes, "I'd love to fuck you with my tongue again."

Marsha thought she'd have some fun with him, "Harry, are you saying you don't like fucking my pussy?" she smiled.

"Marsha, it's not that. It's just that I've never tasted a sweeter pussy. Let me eat it, some more. Please."

I don't know about any of you girls out there, but never have I had a guy ask to eat my pussy and say please. Have you?

From all the eating and fucking, Marsha's pussy was juicy. It got juicier. "Harry, yes eat me, but promise me you'll fuck me again."

"Are you saying fucking you with my tongue doesn't count?"

If Harry had been the world's greatest pussy eater before; now he outdid himself. Marsha's juicy pussy was flowing and when Harry's tongue wasn't making her clitoris tingle, he was lapping up those juices. "Marsha, your pussy is like the nectar of the Gods."

"Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmm." She held his head in her hands, wrapped her legs around his head and fucked him. Fucked him as hard as she fucked him when his cock was inside her. "Aaaaaaaw, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww," She came again and then again.

"Marsha, I need to rest."

"Of course, you do. Harry, you were amazing, but tell me, can you rest with your cock in my mouth?" She giggled.

Harry really did need a rest and to be honest, she did, too. She'd cum so many times.

Marsha wasn't disappointed when she work up and it was morning. It was the best sleep. Harry was still asleep. It looked like there was a smile on his face. She took a shower.

As the water cascaded over her, she thought, that if that's all there was, it had been the best night. She'd told MaryAnn and me and that she needed a good fucking. Harry had fucked her good with that big cock, and he'd fucked her good with his tongue. She'd had numerous orgasms.

She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Harry was sitting up in bed. "Good morning, Marsha. Did you take a shower, hoping that I might be enticed to eat your pussy?"

"It did cross my mind," she smiled and dropped the towel.

"Oh my, in the morning light, you look even more beautiful."

"Thank you, Harry, but you don't have to sweet talk me. After last night, whatever you want is yours."

"What would you like?"

She could have got on the bed, spread her legs and told Harry she wanted him to eat her just like last night. She didn't. She could have done the same and asked him to fuck her. She didn't. "Harry, after all you did to me last night, how about I start your day with a blowjob?"

"Marsha, are you sure? Because I have to tell you, your pussy looks good enough to eat."

"Thank you, Harry, but no, not right now. Maybe later."

Marsha told Mary Ann and me later, "Do you mind if I brag a little? I'm almost fifty-years-old. I've been giving blowjobs for almost thirty years. My husband got them a few times a week, and praised my skillful tongue. That is until he decided he liked the taste of eighteen-year-old pussy.

"Anyhow, this morning, with Harry, I gave my best blowjob ever. I felt sorry for guys I'd date in the future. They'd never get a blowjob as good as Harry was getting. It was a marathon blowjob. Sucking, licking, sucking, ball playing and more sucking.

"I was pleased when I finished and Harry patted me on the head. "Marsha, at my age, I need to rest, but before I do. . ."

He picked up the hotel phone. "This is suite 1717. Can you extend my reservation another night?"

"Thank you."

"There. How's that, Marsha?"

"Oh Harry, you mean I'm going to get more of your magnificent cock?"

"Don't you remember, last night, you made me promise to fuck you again. You'll have to wait until tomorrow, but a promise is a promise."

Later that day, Harry ate Marsha again. He was, as you might expect, extraordinary. Marsha begged for his cock. He mumbled something about not being ready.

She sucked him to sleep and didn't take it as an insult nor was she mad.

In the morning, Marsha got the fucking Harry promised her. She started out on her back. Then on top. I think Harry liked looking at her tits and playing with them. He finished by fucking her like a dog. At first, it was uncomfortable. At her age, her ass was beginning to spread. It was a little embarrassing. It was embarrassing until that huge cock filled her pussy. Never had anything ever been up there that far.

You may thing this strange. Harry was over twenty years older than her. They started seeing each other. Six months later, he asked her to move in with him.

Unlike, MaryAnn and me, Marsha was okay getting fucked only two or three times a week. It was okay because two or three other nights a week, Harry went on a pussy eating spree.

She was okay with it because almost every night, she sucked Harry to sleep. Most nights he didn't cum. Some nights he didn't even get hard. She didn't care.

Marsha was his personal lullaby.

As for MaryAnn, who until Hairy Harry, thought pussy eating was disgusting, she's still single. I feel sorry for her; since Harry she's been on a quest for a guy who could eat pussy like Harry.

I don't feel sorry for her because she always seems to have a date. She got fucked a lot, but the same guy for only a few weeks because she found his tongue work unsatisfactory.

Just like my gynecologist husband sees more pussy, MaryAnn sees more tongues than most dentists, and she keeps searching. "I know he's out there, Liz."

THE END

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