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"Yes, well nineteen. Why don't you voluntarily take off your blouse and bra for me."

I did. It wasn't like a strip tease or anything. Professor Morton was going to see that I was a woman. I unbuttoned my blouse; took it off and unhooked my bra.

I heard him audibly sigh. ‘See Mr. Morton, I am a woman,' I thought to myself. I was a little nervous; he seemed to be leering. "Harry, they are beautiful." He leaned over and kissed them.

I was surprised; his hands and lips were gentle. "Harry, I've never seen such gorgeous titties." He played with them for a while. It felt great.

"Mr. Morton, I'm glad you're enjoying them, but you know I came here for more than to have my titties felt up." I took his hand and put it under my skirt.

"So, you're giving me permission?" He laughed.

"Yes, Mr. Morton. We both know why I'm here." I stood up and took off my skirt and those white panties.

"You're really a virgin?"

"I am, but if everything goes the way I hope, I won't be when I go home tonight."

He didn't take off his pants and he didn't ask me to get on my knees and prove I was worthy like Dr. Bedford, the rat bastard.

"Why don't you sit down and let me get to know your pussy?"

So far. So good. Mr. Morton got on the floor, on his knees and spread my legs.

As you know, I'd spent a summer having my pussy eaten by Mr. Jansen, who even looking back now was marvelous. Sadly, he wouldn't take my virginity.

"Harriet, you have a lovely pussy." He was looking at it. To be honest, I thought he was leering like he had at my titties. I was a little nervous. I got more nervous when Mr. Morton stared at my pussy for almost a minute.

I shouldn't have. When his tongue started it was the greatest thing since Mr. Jansen ate me, and as the minutes passed, Professor Morton's tongue got better and better. "Oooooooooh, oooooooooooooh, yes, Mr. Morton, ooooooh, Mr. Morton, your tongue is marvelous."

My friend Alicia who introduced me to Professor Clarence Morton told me he adored her pussy. Right now, he was adoring mine. His tongue was hitting the right spot, sending shock waves through my body. I wasn't getting fucked but I was fucking his tongue.

"Ooooooooooh yeah, ooooooh yeah, ooooooh yeah, your tongue Mr. Morton, your tongue is glorious, keep eating me."

He did. He did until I had soooo, soooo many orgasms. I was moaning, sighing, humping, bucking.

"Harriet, I think your pussy is ready for my cock now."

"Yes, oh Mr. Morton. Oh Mr. Morton you were so good to my pussy. I want you to be the one. Take me to bed."

Mr. Morton led me to his bedroom, while he got undressed, I laid on top of the bed, with my legs spread. I knew how this worked, but I didn't know how it worked if you know what I mean.

In bed, his mouth was all over my titties, while his fingers played with my clitoris. Yes, there was another orgasm.

My sex life, as you know had not gone well to this point. However, on one point I was the luckiest girl in the world. If you recall Mr. Jansen had a big cock which I had so much fun playing with. That rat bastard Professor Bedford had a huge cock which I loved to suck. When I reached down for Mr. Morton's cock, I was holding something every bit as big as those others. Were all cocks huge? Maybe these were just average and I didn't know any better. I'd have to ask Alicia.

"Harriet, it's eating your pussy that makes me so hard. Why don't you let me eat it some more before I make love to you?"

"Yes, oh yes, your tongue was so good to me, so good to my pussy. Eat me, please eat my pussy."

It was the greatest thing ever, and the expectation of getting fucked and losing my virginity made it even better.

It wasn't too long before, "please Mr. Morton come up here and fuck me. I want your cock. I want it now, please."

He started to get on top of me. "We're going to need this." He reached on his nightstand for some slippery stuff. He rubbed some on my pussy and on his cock.

I thought guys just slammed it in and went in and out until they finished. I could not have been more wrong. Mr. Morton was gentle; slowly he filled my pussy. All the time telling me how beautiful my titties were; how sweet my pussy was; how it was eating my pussy that made him so hard.

I wasn't sure it would fit, but Mr. Morton took it slowly. I could feel my pussy stretching; I could feel his cock going in farther and farther, I felt nothing but joy. I wasn't a virgin any more.

I started to move faster and faster like when I was jerking off Mr. Jansen or blowing Professor Bedford, that rat bastard. "Slow down, Harriet, let's make it last."

I tried and it was the most amazing thing. I didn't know anything, but in my head I felt like Mr. Morton wasn't fucking me, he was making love to me.

For a while, Mr. Morton was on top of me. "Harriet, I know this is your first time, but let's try this. He rolled me on top of him. My eyes could have popped out of my head. His big cock was so far up my pussy. I mean I'm not even a tampon girl. It was the most wondrous thing.

"Go up and down slowly." I started to bounce.

"Do you know why I wanted you on top?"

I shook my head.

He put his hands on my titties. "So, I could play with these beauties."

I thought I was going to cum again. "Lean forward, put them in my face." I'd been taking this whole thing seriously. I mean losing your virginity is a big deal, right?

Mr. Morton made it fun. I swung those 34Cs in his face and I started giggling as he tried to catch a nipple. "They're lovely, Harriet." I was still bouncing on his cock, slowly.

"Harriet, I'm getting closer. Do you know what that means?"

"I do. Do you want me to move faster?"

"No, what I want to do is get on top again."

We rolled over. Mr. Morton's cock almost came out. I didn't want that to happen.

Once on top, "Like I said, I'm getting close." Mr. Morton took my ankles and spread my legs wide; they were up in the air. He started going faster.

"Harriet, looking at you like this, you're a beautiful woman and your pussy was delicious."

"Oh Mr. Morton, keep giving it to me. Give me that big cock. Cum for me, I want to feel you cumming." I was bouncing my ass off the bed, and he was ramming his cock in and out.

"Awwww, aaaaaaw, aaaaaaaaw," he grunted.

"Yes, oh yes, yes, Mr. Moton. Your cock was so good to me."

Mr. Morton collapsed on top of me. I held him against my breasts. I stroked his balding head and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Mr. Morton, you made my first time special."

"Harriet, I don't think you know how special you are. I can't remember having a more enjoyable time in bed."

"Mr. Morton, I know it takes men you're age a while, but I'd like to stay. Ummm, what I'm saying is I want you to make love to me again."

"You're right, it will be a while. Don't you live at home? Won't your parents be worried?"

"I'll be okay with my parents. They trust me. It's not like I'd be in bed with a man my dad's age," I laughed.

It was a few hours later when Mr. Morton woke up, "Harriet, do you still want to do it again?"

"I would have left a while ago if I didn't. Make love to me again, Mr. Morton." I came into his arms.

We kissed; our hands were everywhere. I was pleased that he got hard so quickly. "Harriet, was there a way you liked it?"

I think he meant did I want him on top? Did I want to be on top? Did I want him to give it to me while he was holding my ankles, my legs spread wide and he was looking at me; all of me?"

"I'd like it with your big cock inside my pussy," I smiled.

He laughed, "we're going to need some lube again."

Minutes later, Mr. Morton's giant cock was invading my pussy; my welcoming pussy, I might add.

It was the middle of the night; we fucked just like that. He was on top, and I was on my back. As his cock slipped in, I started moving and didn't stop. "That's it, Harry, fuck me like that. I'll let you do the work. Fuck my cock."

I didn't really know what I was doing, I just bounced my ass up and down on the bed. Is fucking natural? Mr. Morton seemed to like what I was doing. "Like that, Harriet, yeah fuck my cock like that. You like fucking my cock, don't you?"

"You mean your enormous cock that does amazing things to me. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. I like fucking, I like fucking your big cock."

When, I guess you could say, I finished him, we slept in each other's arms. I hadn't slept that good since I was a baby. I was no longer a virgin, like my high school classmate Maria Delmonico said, it was a huge burden lifted from my shoulders. On top of that, Mr. Morton called me a woman.

We awoke at about the same time. I woke up with a big smile on my face. "You're still here?" He laughed. "Does that mean you want more this morning?"

I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't sure how to tell him. "Ummmm, Mr. Morton, I was truthful about being a virgin, but I wasn't completely truthful. What I'm trying to say is my mouth is far from virginal. After what you did to me last night, I loved to start your day and thank you with a blowjob."

"Harriet, I know you don't know much about men, but I can assure there's never been a man who'd turn that down." He rolled on his back.

The last time I saw Professor Bedford, you'll recall he promised me he'd take my virginity and after I gave him the best blowjob of my life, he disappeared.

This morning, Mr. Morton got an even better one. He had a big cock, but with my experience, I easily took it in my mouth and before I was finished, I had almost all of it in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on it like it was the last cock in the world.

"You weren't lying, Harriet, your mouth has had a lot of cocks going in and out of it. You're marvelous."

He didn't have to know that Dr. Bedford was the only one, although to be fair. I'd done him dozens and dozens of times.

I sucked and sucked, going up and down. When I needed to take a break, I licked his cockhead, his long shaft and his balls. I still liked playing with balls, especially with my tongue.

After catching my breath, I went back to sucking. At his age, a third time within about twelve hours was going to take a long time. I made love to every inch of Mr. Morton's cock and every minute it stood tall.

There wasn't a whole lot of cream when he came but I made certain to swallow it all.

An hour later, I went home with a promise from Mr. Morton for a ‘date' soon.

TO BE CONTINUED

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