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she was close to fifty-years-old.

For two hours Lee-Lee showed me around the campus. "Hey, why don't we get something to eat, I can tell you more about the school."

"Sure, pizza?"

"Have you ever eaten Chinese?"

I must have made some unconscious gesture, and Lee-Lee seemed to raise an eyebrow. "My cousins have a wonderful restaurant. I'll call them and order some take-out. I can't wait to get out of these clothes and throw on some shorts. What kind of Chinese do you like?"

"I-I-I've never had Chinese?" I didn't say I was looking forward to Chinese pussy, but I was thinking it.

"Oh my. Then I'll order for both of us. I think you'll find that Chinese is delicious."

I was hoping.

For a woman her age, I thought she had a great body, and when she changed, it was apparent that she wasn't afraid to show it off. Her blouse was tied at midriff, and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not that she needed one. I'd guess her titties were the size of Mrs. Hamlin's nipples.

She was wearing cut-off jeans. Not too tight, but still, her ass looked firm.

We talked about stuff in general while we ate. I told her about life in my small steel mill town in Pennsylvania. No, we didn't have any Chinese restaurant or Chinese people.

Lee-Lee's grandparents came to California from China over a hundred years ago. Her parents named her Lee, but her grandparents insisted on calling her Lee-Lee which they thought sounded more Chinese. It stuck over her parents' objections.

She was divorced and never had any children.

After dinner, "Sam, a young man like you must be lonely for the girl he left back in Pennsylvania."

"I-I. . ." I wasn't going to tell her about Mrs. Hamlin, nor was I going to tell her about breaking up with Sandy Phillips. I wasn't going to tell her that my tongue hadn't been in Mrs. Hamlin's sweet pussy or any pussy in weeks.

"Let me finish. I haven't been with a man since well before my divorce and that was ten years ago. Sam, I'm lonely for the love and affection of a man. Will you give me love and affection?" She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth. Then her tongue started. I joined her.

I'd never kissed Mrs. Hamlin like that. Well, my tongue had kissed her pussy like that. Lee-Lee mumbled, "Sam, I need a cock. I need your cock." Her hand ran across my crotch. I'm almost nineteen, my cock was already rising.

I felt her titties through her blouse. Yes, they were small; very small. On the other hand, as you know, I may have rested my head on Mrs. Hamlin's titties, but I never spent much time with them.

I didn't spend much time with Lee-Lee's either. In a few minutes, "Sam, come with me, let me take you to bed."

I followed her. In her bedroom she turned on all the lights. In minutes we were in bed. She was naked and I'd left my briefs on. "That's not fair, I'm naked and you're not. If you don't take them off, I'll rip them off," she laughed. "Sam, I told you I need your cock."

Once my briefs were on the floor, our hands were all over each other. Like I said, I wasn't all that impressed with Lee-Lee's titties, but I felt the same about Mrs. Hamlin's humungous ones. I was more interested in both their pussies.

My hand went to Lee-Lee's pussy. We'd just started and it was already wet; really wet.

Meanwhile, Lee-Lee was exploring my cock; my hard cock, with her hand. As she slid her hand up my shaft, just as Mrs. Hamlin did, she looked me in the eyes which were getting bigger and bigger. "Sam, that's as big a cock as I've ever felt, but I don't just want to feel it."

"Ummm, Lee-Lee, I'm sure I don't have the experience that you have. I don't want to disappoint you."

"I don't think that big cock of yours could disappoint me."

"Why don't you let me use my tongue first?"

"Oh Sam, no one wants to eat fifty-year-old pussy."

"I'd love to."

"What does a boy your age know about pussy eating?"

"Ummm, I'm not sure. I just hope you're not disappointed."

"Well, you can try, but I'm sure of one thing, I'm going to want this cock." She stroked it a little faster.

Then I went down on her; kneeling between her legs and spreading them.

"Oh Lee-Lee, you are lovely."

Remember, Mrs. Hamlin's pussy was the only one I'd seen. Sandy Phillips and I did it in the dark. On the other hand, Lee-Lee and Mrs. Hamlin's pussies didn't look anything alike. Mrs. Hamlin had a huge bush. Lee-Lee's pussy had just whisps of jet-black hair covering her pubic bone and little else.

She had small, skinny outer labia. I have no idea about Mrs. Hamlin's. Her bush was so hairy and thick, it was almost impossible to see. Not that I ever complained. I just ate and ate.

When Mrs. Hamlin's pussy was wide open, courtesy of my tongue work, her pussy opening was huge. Even though I hadn't started yet, it was apparent that Lee-Lee's opening was tiny.

Once I started, I recalled what Mrs. Hamlin's husband told her, all pussy was sweet. Lee-Lee's pussy was sweet. I wouldn't compare them, but my tongue was having the best time. "Lee-Lee, you have the sweetest pussy."

"Hmmm," she sighed.

"Your pussy tastes so good," I mumbled with a mouth full of Chinese pussy.

Lee-Lee put her hands on my head. My tongue started licking her slit up and down.

She moaned softly.

That's when I began searching for her clitoris. With Mrs. Hamlin it had been easy. She showed me where it was and even through that massive bush, her prominent clitoris was easy to find, especially when it was engorged.

Petite Lee-Lee's clitoris was just a tiny button. It took my tongue a while to find it. However, when I did, she let out a high-pitched squeal. My tongue continued and her squeal was like an opera singer reaching the highest notes. "Oooooooh, oooooooooh, ooooooooh," the soprano in her sang.

Her hips only moved slightly, but more pronounced when she came. I was ready to come up for air and give her a moment to recuperate, but Lee-Lee pushed my head back into her pussy. "More, Sam, more. Please do my pussy one more time."

You guessed it. One more time became two more times and then three. In that high pitched squeal, "fuck me, Sam. My pussy needs your cock. Come up here and fuck me."

Reluctantly I slid up and on top of her. Lee-Lee reached down and guided my cock to her pussy hole. As my circumcised cockhead opened her entrance, her eyes got bigger; her mouth opened wide and there was that high-pitched squeal again, and her ass started to move, trying to take more. "So big, so big, it's so big, Sam."

"Am I hurting you, Lee-Lee?"

"No, no, your cock feels so good. It fills my pussy up. Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me good."

As you know, I'd much rather eat her.

Still the fucking was incredible. Just as incredible as those first few times with Mrs. Hamlin. "Lee-Lee, eating your pussy was incredible."

"I'm glad you liked it. Sam, keep fucking me, your cock is so good to me, and so big."

"Why don't you tell me that as much as you love my cock, what you really want is my tongue. You'd really love me to eat your sweet pussy again."

Lee-Lee looked up at me. "You really liked it that much?"

I nodded. "Tell me."

She took a deep-breath, "Sam, I love fucking your cock, but I'd really love it if you made love to my pussy with your tongue."

"You do mean your sweet pussy."

"Yes, please eat me, but you have to promise that you'll fuck me again."

When we finished, "so now that you've had Chinese, do you think you'd like to try it again?" She giggled.

"Lee-Lee, I could eat Chinese for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

"It's all yours, whenever you want it. For a boy your age, I'm surprised that your tongue knows what to do, but I can't enough of it."

Over the next month, Lee-Lee and I saw each other every few days. The first time she blew me, she went crazy on my cock. She insisted that she could take it all. "Sam, it must be at least eight inches long. I'm sure I can swallow it all. I want to swallow it all."

Like I said, she went crazy on it as she tried and tried.

However, we weren't together very long before Lee-Lee realized that more than blow jobs, more than fucking, I loved eating her pussy. "Sam, you really like eating pussy, don't you?" She said one Sunday morning in bed when I came up for air.

"No, Lee-Lee I really like eating your pussy."

"You're so sweet. I'd love to use my mouth to show you how much I appreciate what you do to me. . ."

". . . But you know I want more of your sweet pussy."

"Well, okay," she giggled and pushed my head down.

That Sunday morning when I started to get dressed, "Sam, you know, I could get in trouble, perhaps lose my job if word gets out that I'm having an affair with an eighteen-year-old student."

"Almost nineteen. Are you saying that we shouldn't see each other anymore?"

"No, but we need to be more discreet, and maybe just once a month or once every six weeks."

It was six weeks later that Lee-Lee invited me to spend the weekend at a discreet hotel in Los Angeles. There was no other girl or woman and I rarely masturbated. We didn't get out of bed, and I didn't take my tongue out of her pussy.

That's only a slight exaggeration. Yes, there was fucking, and Lee-Lee insisted on blowing me, but I insisted: "Lee-Lee, my tongue can't get enough of your sweet pussy."

"Eat me, Sam, keep eating my pussy. My pussy loves your tongue. You know where I like your tongue. Make me cum again. Yes, give me your tongue." I smiled as her voice got higher and higher: "ooooooooh, oooooh, ooooooooooh. I'm cumming again, I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming."

It was a short drive back to Malibu. On the way, "Sam, I'm not being fair to you. A boy your age needs it more than once a month."

"Six weeks, Lee-Lee, but who's counting?"

"That's what I mean. Here's an idea. I have a colleague in the African-American Studies Department who is always complaining that she's been in a long sexual drought. Perhaps you and she can get together just as discreetly as you and I have to be."

"Lee-Lee, you know the only pussy I want is yours."

"That's so sweet, but I can't afford a scandal. Maybe if you saw Belinda occasionally, you wouldn't get so crazy when we did see each other. Not that I minded how crazy your tongue got on my pussy this weekend."

Belinda Lassiter was the Department Chair of the African American Studies Department. You'll remember that Mrs. Hamlin advised me to be open to race and ethnicity.

If you recall, Mrs. Hamlin was a big woman, with huge titties, those piano legs and that big bush pussy. Dr. Lassiter wasn't like that. Oh, she was a big woman. Not tall; maybe 5' 3" tall, but she was wide. I couldn't imagine that anyone could have a bigger ass, and her humungous titties were every bit as big as Mrs. Hamlin's, except they looked bigger because she was so short.

Lee-Lee, Belinda and I met in the Student Union for coffee. Dr. Lassiter was about the same age as Lee-Lee. Born in Liberia, Africa, she was as black as night. "Now, Sam, I've told Belinda all about you."

"Everything?"

"Sam," the black woman said, "Lee-Lee told me everything, and I'm looking forward to a nice long weekend in bed. I promise you, anything you want, it's all yours."

It was Lee-Lee's turn. "Sam, I told Belinda that you have the most marvelous tongue, and . . ."

". . . She said you have a huge cock, too. I'm looking forward to both. My mouth is salivating thinking about it."

Belinda thought that there could be nothing more discreet than taking the two-hour drive across the border to Tijuana, Mexico. She found an Airbnb. It was neat, clean and out of the way. "Sam, I chose this one because the owner said that although she lives downstairs, she wouldn't bother us. We have it all to ourselves; no neighbors this weekend, and look it has a huge, king-size bed. Let me take a shower, and then . . ." She kissed me on the cheek.

She wasn't long and came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. I was already in bed and naked. It had been three weeks since Lee-Lee and I had been together in LA. That was the last time I'd had any pussy. I hadn't even jerked off.

Belinda dropped the towel before getting into bed. "Sam, this is who I am. I know I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world, but what I have is all yours."

Undressed, she was as I suspected when we met with Lee-Lee in the Student Union. Mammoth titties, thick thighs, a thick, curly black bush.

I learned a valuable lesson from her. I was eighteen. I thought for sure that beautiful women had beautiful pussies. That's what those girlie magazines taught me. Every one of those models was gorgeous and when they spread their legs DAMN!!!! What did I know about things like airbrushing?

After my weekend in bed with Belinda, I never turned down pussy no matter the packaging.

Once we embraced, "Belinda, I've been looking forward to this." I kissed her neck, then her titties, and within a few minutes I was between her legs and had them spread as wide as possible. There were flecks of grey in her pubic hair. It didn't bother me. "Belinda, you have the most beautiful pussy."

"Here let me show you the rest." She had huge labia. She used her fingers to spread them apart for me.

Mrs. Hamlin's open pussy was a dark pink, which as you know I adored. Lee-Lee's pussy hole was almost purple. I did tell you how much I loved eating it, didn't I? Open, Belinda's pussy was a brilliant pink. Perhaps it was the contrast.

Not only that, as big as Mrs. Hamlin's pussy hole was, I was certain that Belinda's was even bigger.

I couldn't wait any longer. My tongue and that bright pink pussy met, but only for a minute. "Belinda, you have the sweetest, tastiest pussy. I want to eat it all weekend."

"Are you sure? Because if you keep doing me like that, I'm going to want to fuck you."

"We'll see about that." For the next half hour, I familiarized myself with her pussy. I should say my tongue became familiar with her pussy.

When my tongue found her clitoris, Belinda went wild. It was every bit as big, perhaps bigger than Mrs. Hamlin's. I could suck on it.

Like I said, that drove her crazy. She was noisy, the bed was squeaking and she was fucking my face. Her ass started moving, and wouldn't stop. Her orgasms came one after the other. She held my head in her hands and fucked it. Like I said, she was loud.

It had been three weeks, but seemed like forever since I'd had pussy. I ate and ate, and Belinda let me. I couldn't get enough of her pussy and she couldn't get enough of my tongue. Mrs. Hamlin taught me stamina. I didn't quit until Belinda said, "Sam, I need to rest. I've never felt like this. I got married when I was twenty. Not on my honeymoon or any time since have I felt like this. If you give me an hour or so, I promise I'll make it up to you, promise."

"You mean you're going to let me eat your pussy some more?" I smiled.

"Lee-Lee told me you liked to eat pussy, but Sam, be honest, you seem to be infatuated with my pussy."

"Infatuated? How about hungry? As in Belinda, I'm hungry for your pussy."

She laughed. "I thought I needed an hour to recuperate, but I can feel my pussy leaking thinking of your tongue. Sam, if you're that hungry, my pussy is yours."

"Oh, I'm hungry, and Belinda, I can tell you, I'm going to be hungry all weekend."

"I hope so, Sam. I hope so. My pussy is waiting." I went down on her.

"Ummmm, Belinda, you're so sweet. You have the sweetest pussy. Your pussy is yummy."

"Yummy, Sam, I like yummy. Do my clitoris, Sam. You know what that does to me."

There couldn't possibly be anything better than Belinda's orgasms. Loud, that ass bouncing, the way she fucked my face. "Keep eating my pussy, Sam. I'm cumming again. I'm cumming. I know you're still hungry for my pussy. Eat my yummy pussy just like that."

I did, oh I did, but after another orgasm, Belinda insisted, no demanded that I fuck her.

Don't get the wrong idea, she was the nicest, softest-spoken woman you could imagine until she was getting her pussy eaten. That's when she got loud and demanding.

"Sam, fuck my pussy. Come up here and fuck my pussy. Give me that cock."

After all that pussy eating, Belinda's pussy was slick. My cock easily slipped in. "Oh God, oh Sam, thank you. My pussy needed that. Lee-Lee told me you had a big cock, but my big pussy has never been stretched like you're stretching it."

That's when Belinda's big ass began to move, and all I could do was hold on. The bed rocked and bounced. The headboard rattled against the wall. I whispered in her ear, "you know I'm going to want that pussy again. Feel how hard it makes my cock. That's from eating you. You're so sweet."

"Didn't you say my pussy was yummy?"

"Belinda, yummy is an understatement, but I have to admit, I've never been fucked like this."

She laughed, "oh you sweet boy. Belinda's just started." That ass began to move faster. "Fuck me harder, Sam. Fuck me so hard that my pussy gets sore."

"Then I can kiss it, and make it better."

"Yes, Sam. Tell me again how sweet my pussy is."

"Your yummy pussy?"

"Fuck my yummy pussy harder."

It was the best fuck of my life. But instead of reveling in it, all I could think of was eating that pussy again.

You'd think I'd want to fuck again because it was so good. The truth was I wanted to thank Belinda for being such a great fuck. Thank her with my tongue.

But first I needed to rest. She'd exhausted me.

I must have slept for a few hours. I heard Belinda in the shower. This time she came out naked. No, she wasn't the most beautiful woman. In fact, she might have been the most unattractive woman I'd ever seen.

The most unattractive woman with the tastiest pussy and who was a great fuck. Who could ask for more?

I was laying on my back in bed. "Sam, I'd like you to do my pussy like this." Belinda got on top of me and knelt over my face; that sweet pussy right in my face. Mrs. Hamlin and I never did it like this. Lee-Lee and I never did I like this.

Belinda started slowly rubbing her pussy all over my face. "Don't I have the yummiest pussy?"

Her hands were on the head board and she was bouncing on my face. I couldn't see much. I mean her bush was right in my face. I could just barely see those massive titties bouncing. It was a sight to behold.

I thought it was the greatest thing ever. I mumbled, "your pussy, Belinda. Your sweet pussy is so good."

"Do you mean my yummy pussy?"

"Hmmmm."

She kept bouncing and rocking; making herself cum. Making herself cum more than once. I was getting smothered and was drowning in her pussy juice.

"Thank you, Sam for making my pussy feel better than it has in ages. In fact, let me thank you in a way I know you'll appreciate."

She got off me, slid down and within seconds had my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was teasing my cockhead. "Lee-Lee told me you had a big one, and it certainly felt like it when you were fucking me, but I didn't expect anything like this. My oh my, how could a girl be any luckier?"

Then Belinda slid her lips over my head and down my shaft and down my shaft until my cock completely disappeared. Only then did Belinda start to bob up and down. All the way back to my cockhead and then down to my balls. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," she sucked.

Lee-Lee gave a great blowjob, and my first one from Mrs. Hamlin was still memorable, but there was nothing like the way Belinda sucked.

Since I'd cum earlier when we fucked, I lasted and lasted, and Belinda seemed to have the same kind of stamina I had when I ate pussy. She looked up at me and had stars in her eyes and even with a mouth full of my cock, I could see a smile on her face.

In the morning, there was more pussy eating. First with Belinda on her back and then kneeling over my face.

I can't tell you which I liked better. Hey, I was eating sweet, yummy pussy. However, there was something about having Belinda rubbing her pussy all over my face, making herself cum.

Those orgasms rocked the bed, and her noises might have been heard downstairs and even next door.

That's how most of the day Saturday went. There was another loud, bed squeaking fuck Saturday night.

In the morning, "Sam, I'm going out and get us some coffee. When I get back, I'd love for you to do my pussy one more time before we have to get back to Malibu."

I'll be waiting right here." I was in bed on my back. I stuck my tongue out and wiggled it around.

"Hold that thought, baby."

That was my plan, but it didn't work out that way. No sooner had Belinda left than there was a knock on the door.

I threw on a pair of pants and answered the door. A woman, perhaps in her mid-forties was standing there. "Hello, my name is Lucinda Ramirez-Ramos. I own this building and live downstairs."

"Hi, how can I help you? I hope we weren't too loud. My name is Sam."

Lucinda Ramirez-Ramos spoke English perfectly. "Yes, the noise is the problem. The problem is that I'd like you to do to me what you're doing to that woman," she smiled. "I'd like you to make me make those kinds of noises."

"Ummmm. . ." Now, that was a surprise. I told you pussy just seemed to drop into my lap.

"Oh, I didn't mean now. I could come up to Los Angeles or you could come back here. I could meet you at the border." She smiled at me shyly.

There was nothing shy or lost in translation about what she said. "Here's my phone number and email, please, I would be so grateful if you called me." I looked her up and down. Not that it mattered, as you know by now.

Lucinda was as you might expect a dark-haired woman, perfectly made-up. She was wearing a dress which emphasized her breasts, which looked inviting. I thought she was very attractive,

Then she was gone.

It wasn't too long before Belinda returned. "Sam, like I said, I'd like you to do me one more time before we have to get back to campus, but I've thought about it and I thought that was so unfair to you."

"Eating your yummy pussy is never unfair. Come on get undressed."

"I know, but I feel so bad." That's when Belinda introduced me to 69ing. For a while I thought it was the greatest thing. I mean, what could be wrong with eating pussy and getting a blowjob at the same time?

It was a great morning, but later I realized that I couldn't concentrate on either the blowjob or the pussy eating.

I closed my eyes as Belinda drove north. After the weekend with Belinda, you'd think I'd had enough pussy for a while. The truth was that as I dozed off I was thinking what it might be like to eat Lucinda Ramirez-Ramos' pussy.

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