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I wanted Mr. Jansen to look at my pussy. I wanted him to tell me, "Harry, you have the pussy of a woman."

It didn't work out that way.

Mr. Jansen's fingers did like they did in the theatre and like I did to myself only here in his living room, I felt so free. I moaned loudly and bucked. I didn't know anything about fucking, but looking back, I'll bet I was trying to fuck his fingers.

"Please, Mr. Jansen keep doing that; just like that." On more than one occasion, actually on numerous occasions I'd masturbated more than once. Not once did I ever feel like Mr. Jansen was making me feel.

He did, but "Harry, I think I know what you want me to do, but I can't with your clothes on."

He wanted me to get undressed? Of course, he did. He was right; I wanted to be a woman, but I couldn't get what I wanted with my clothes on. I hesitated.

"Harry, come with me. You'll be more comfortable in my bedroom."

I followed him.

In his bedroom, Mr. Jansen sat on his bed and I stood in front of him.

He was waiting. For a moment, I wondered for what.

Only then it dawn on me that Mr. Jansen was waiting for me. Waiting for me to undress.

I was embarrassed about my breasts; Earlier, I described them as flat as your computer screen. That's not exactly true; they were barely visible bumps, but I'd noticed in the last year or so that my nipples seemed to be bigger.

I took off my blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra. I was blushing. Mr. Jansen didn't say anything. To my relief he didn't laugh.

That reminds me. In gym class, all the girls dressed facing their locker. It was part modesty and part because there were rumors that Mrs. Hastings walked around the locker room ogling us. I never noticed, but of course, she wouldn't be looking at me.

She might be looking at someone like Maria Delmonico, with her bushy pussy or Felicity Perez, who had big boobs, too.

Speaking of Felicity: one Monday she came into the locker room and stood in the middle of the room and undressed; everything. "Girls, I let Ramon have my titties this weekend. He went crazy; he adored them."

We weren't shocked that she revealed this information. A lot of girls would share specifics of their dates. Like I said, Alicia Carston told me all about getting fingered.

Now, with Felicity, I wasn't shocked; I was jealous. No boy would go crazy over my non-existent boobs or adore my NOT boobs.

Mr. Jansen just looked at me as I took off my skirt. "Oh, Harry, you are beautiful." I stepped out of my skirt.

"Mr. Jansen, you really like the way I look?"

"Harriet, you're lovely, and some day you'll grow into a gorgeous woman."

"I don't want to be a woman someday. I'd like to be a woman now. Tonight."

"Well, come over here and sit next to me. That's how we'll start."

Mr. Jansen surprised me. I was sitting next to him completely naked. I wouldn't say I was nervous or embarrassed. I was anxious.

I didn't have to wait too long. Mr. Jansen's hand went to my chest. He gently caressed my nipple. It was like an electric shock. I moaned out loud. "See Harry, you are a woman."

"But . . ."

"Shhh." Then he kissed my nipple with his tongue. Those electric shocks kept coming. I fell back on the bed. "They're lovely, Harry, and some day men will go crazy over your body, but right now, let me."

I was enjoying this new feeling. It wasn't the same as when I masturbated or when Mr. Jansen used his finger, but his tongue felt so good.

I was enjoying this new feeling until Mr. Jansen's tongue left my nipple and he started kissing my stomach. I had no idea what he was doing or going to do. Of all the things Alicia Carston and I shared, or any of my other girlfriends, this never came up. I mean we were seniors in high school and some of those girls weren't virgins, but they never talked about what I had the feeling Mr. Jansen was about to do.

"Relax Harry, I know how much you liked my finger; you're going to love my tongue."

I couldn't relax, but the next hour was the most incredible of my life. Mr. Jansen slid onto the floor, on his knees. "Harry, you have the most beautiful pussy. It's a gorgeous woman's pussy, and I'm going to take care of it just like I would a woman."

I moaned; I sighed, I fucked his tongue, even though I had no idea what I was doing or exactly what he was doing. It was a thousand, no, a million times better than what he did with his fingers. "Oooooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooooh, Mr. Jansen. Mr. Jansen." And a bazillion times better than when I masturbated.

"I'd like to keep eating your pussy, Harry. It's as sweet as any pussy I've ever eaten. You'll have to believe me when I tell you that I've enjoyed the taste of a lot of women, but none as tasty as you,:

I don't know much about how my pussy leaks or why, but I could tell I was drenched. "Mr. Jansen, please give me your tongue again."

I didn't want to go home that night. Mr. Jansen ate and ate. It was the greatest night of my young life. I couldn't imagine that it would ever be any better.

"Harry, you need to get home. Your parents will be worried."

"You know I'm eighteen."

"I do. Now if you want to come back tomorrow I'll be happy to continue where we left off."

Tom Jansen walked me to the door. He couldn't believe his good luck, but he'd have to be careful. Jack Gipson, my father was his good friend.

On the other hand, according to him, I had the sweetest pussy.

Later Mr. Jansen told me, "Harry, ever since my first taste of pussy, I've been infatuated. Thankfully, my wife was amenable. I mean that's why I married her. Even after twenty-five years of marriage, I never got tired of her pussy. She never got tired of my tongue."

Now, I really wanted him to eat me again.

I knocked on Mr. Jansen's door two or three times a week until school was out. I didn't hesitate to take off my blouse and skirt. As I said the first time I knock on his door, regarding panties, "why bother."

Walking to Mr. Jansen's house, knocking on his door, undressing for him made me feel so much like a woman. And then when I spread my legs and he told me how beautiful my pussy was. "Like a woman's, right Mr. Jansen?"

It was wonderful for both of us. Tom Jansen was getting young, sweet pussy, and he didn't have to wine and dine me. I felt like a woman. Mr. Jansen's tongue made me feel like a woman. Not just once but as often as I wanted.

Ladies, you know there's nothing better than a great, great pussy eater. At the time I thought Mr. Jansen was a great, great pussy eater, but what did I know? Looking back forty years later, Mr. Jansen was a great, great pussy eater.

Every time I had an orgasm. Every time, I had numerous orgasms. It was heavenly. I walked on air until the next time.

I was furious when I had my period. "It's not fair," I screamed aloud.

All I could think of that week was Mr. Jansen's tongue. However, it did occur to me that Mr. Jansen may not be getting everything he wanted and needed. My best friend Alicia told me that whoever the guy she was with always got a hand job, and then there were other girls who were fucking their boyfriends.

After what he'd been doing to me, I'd certainly fuck Mr. Jansen. He could have my virginity. Frankly, I'd fuck anyone. That would certainly mean I was a woman. The next time we were together, I offered.

"No, no way. Harry, even if there's the slightest chance you'd get pregnant, we're not going to do that."

"Mr. Jansen, I want to please you like you're pleasing me."

"Not like that, but I'll let you please me, but first, I've missed you."

I thought that Mr. Jansen outdid himself. "Ooooooh, oooooooooh, Mr. Jansen, my pussy, oooh my pussy. Keep eating me. My pussy oh my pussy. Can I have your cock Mr. Jansen, please?"

He shook his head, but his tongue kept doing me. Now I was fucking his face, and I was screaming. "OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, MR. JANSEN." Funny, I say I was fucking his face. I had no idea how to fuck. It must be natural.

I was drenched; I'd worked up a sweat. I felt like a dishrag. "Now, Harry, if you want my cock, you can play with it."

Mr. Jansen stood up and took off his pants; underwear, too. In case you didn't know by now, I'd never seen a cock. I kind of had an idea. I mean Alicia told me just about everything about her ‘dates.'

Looking at it, I just knew that I wasn't ready for something like that. At the time, I didn't know that Mr. Jansen had a big one. He had a big one. Later, he confided in me that the reason he liked to eat pussy was that his wife told him that every time they fucked, he hurt her. So, being the nice guy he was, he ate her and ate her and ate her. Mrs. Jansen must have felt like the luckiest woman.

I thought it was huge and wouldn't fit in my little pussy. "Harry," he said as he got on the bed. "I won't fuck you, but you can play with it."

I guess this is what Alicia meant by a hand job.

I took it in my hand. Even though I had nothing to compare, I just knew it was big. I couldn't get my hand around it. I just kind of held it. Numerous times Alicia told me about the hand jobs she given, "you know, Harriet, like this with your hand." She made a fist with her hand and stroked it up and down.

That's what I did. "Mr. Jansen, I've never. . ."

"That's okay, Harry, you're doing fine. The faster the better."

"Like this." I held it tight and went up and down. Then I started using two hands. "Play with my balls, Harriet."

You may thing I'm stupid or naïve, but I had no idea what he meant or where they were.

Mr. Jansen was so kind. He understood the look on my face. "Here, like this." He guided my hand to his ball sack.

I don't know about you, but I think balls are the coolest thing. I stroked Mr. Jansen's huge cock with one hand and played with his balls with my other hand.

"You're doing good, Harry. It won't be long now."

I didn't know what he meant. Like I said, I was oblivious to how this all happened. I wasn't oblivious to what Mr. Jansen did to my pussy with his tongue, but when his cock spurted I thought it was the greatest thing.

"Wow, oh wow, Mr. Jansen. That was incredible. Amazing."

Once school was out, I stopped by Mr. Jansen's house almost every day. When I had my period, I still walked over to Mr. Jansen's. "I want to play with your cock. It's the least I could do for you this week,"

Mr. Jansen did something else: he advised me about college. "Harry, boys will want to fuck you. You can if you want, but I'd be very careful about getting pregnant. I suggest that if a guy won't eat your sweet pussy or can't eat it to your satisfaction, then you shouldn't waste your time with him."

TO BE CONTINUED

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