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"Here, help me with my zipper." She turned around. In less than a minute Connie was standing in front of Sheldon from Shaker Heights in just her bra and panties.

"Connie, you're lovely."

"Thank you Sheldon. Are you going to join me?" She got on the bed.

While he undressed, Connie took off her bra. She was sitting up. He still had his pants on. "My God, those are the most beautiful titties I've ever seen." What he didn't say was that back in Ohio, his wife had small, very small tits. This was like a feast.

"Sheldon, hurry, finish getting undressed. They're waiting for you."

He couldn't finish fast enough. He didn't stop at his pants; his boxers came off, too.

On the bed, his hands, lips and tongue were all over Connie's tits. "I'm glad you like them. I haven't been with a lot of different men," she lied, "but they all seem to like this." She rolled on top of him with those magnificent tits in his face.

They laughed and giggled as Sheldon's lips tried to catch a nipple as Connie swung them in his face.

She let him have one and Sheldon sucked, licked and used his hands. She pulled away momentarily and then rubbed them all over his face. "Oh, I think you like them," she said, as she reached for his cock. It was hard; real hard. Not as hard as young Giovanni, but hard. It also wasn't nearly as big; that disappointed her, although she had no idea if bigger was better.

Sheldon kept sucking her tit and using his tongue, while Connie stroked and played with his cock. "Sheldon, at my age, sometimes fucking can be painful. I hope you won't be disappointed."

Connie went down on him. Yes, looking at it, Sheldon's cock was definitely smaller. The other thing was that Sheldon Rosenbloom's cock was different. It looked different. Connie Turpin knew that some men were circumcised and some weren't, but she didn't know how they were different.

Sheldon's cock looked different from Giovanni's, and it just wasn't the size. Connie was curious. While kissing his cock from his cockhead to his balls, she was examining it. She examined Sheldon's cock with her eyes and her tongue. "Sheldon, it's beautiful." She kissed his exposed head all over; then she licked it all over.

Sheldon smiled down at her. His smile got bigger when she put his hard cock in her mouth. At home, Mrs. Rosenbloom had never been excited about blowjobs. In fact, the last time was sometime before their last child was born and she was now five years old.

Not only didn't Connie seem to mind; her eyes lit up as she slid her lips up and down his shaft. "Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm," she sucked. "Sheldon, I've never sucked a cock like yours." He didn't have to know there had only been Giovanni, and of course it was true that she'd never sucked a circumcised one. "I'm having so much fun."

Then she put it back in her mouth, and after Giovanni, she had no problem taking it all: right down to his balls. "Hmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmm," and just as she'd learned with Giovanni, she looked him in the eyes, and Sheldon could see her smiling.

Forty-three--old Sheldon Rosenbloom had never had a blowjob like that. Later that night, Connie blew him again, and to her utter joy and his it took a lot longer.

Then, Sheldon went to his room. Connie slept well, but didn't see him the rest of the weekend.

As for Fran McComber, sitting on Harley Jenkins' lap in Jamie's suite, decided that since he wasn't going to make a move, she would. "Harley, why don't you show me your room?" The truth was that she wasn't happy about it; she had her eyes on Jamie O'Bryant from Boston, who had his eyes on Gladys. Harley would have to do.

He was 5' 7" tall, thin as a rail with a belly. Bald, and it looked like he had scars from acne on his face. He wasn't an attractive man, but as Fran said, he was there, and he was a man.

In her room, Fran came into his arms. "Harley, are you as lonely as I am?"

When it comes to sex, men lie. They will say anything for pussy. It's just how we are. "Fran, I haven't been with a woman in I don't know how long." That was true, but it was only true because ten years ago after his wife gave birth to her sixth child, and sixth boy, she said that was enough, no more. And she meant it. Harley hadn't been near her pussy or tits since.

"Fran, I can't tell you how lonely I am, and I'm already getting excited thinking about you."

"Be honest, Harley, when you say thinking about me, are you thinking of fucking me? Because, I have to tell you, I am thinking of fucking you."

They couldn't get out of their clothes fast enough. Harley was already hard. "Harley, it has been so long, my pussy is so ready. She fell back on the bed, her legs spread.

To father six children doesn't make you a good lover. You may know how to fuck but not make love. That's what Harley was like. He got on top of Fran, guided his cock to her entrance. "Please Harley, don't tease me. Give it to me. Give me your cock."

Once Harley was in, he got the fucking of his life. Like with Giorgio, Fran's goal was to fuck him until his cock was worn out. Harley wore out much quicker than Giorgio, but that doesn't mean that it was over quickly. Nor did it mean he was a lousy fuck, lousy lover maybe, lousy fuck, no way.

Fran liked to get her pussy pounded hard and fast; that's what Harley gave her. Some women can only have an orgasm from direct clitoral stimulation. Maybe that's too subtle; let me try this-some women can only have an orgasm by getting eaten. Not Fran, she had orgasms when she was getting fucked hard. Of course, she'd only learned that when she was fucking Giorgio, her first and only until tonight with Harley.

When they finished, "Harley, I haven't been fucked like that in ages. Please stay the night. I want you to fuck me like that in the morning."

Meanwhile, as soon as they left Jamie's suite, he was all over Gladys. "Jamie, take me to bed."

On the way to the bedroom both were taking off their clothes.

Ever since Connie revealed that she loved blowjobs, Gladys thought of nothing else. What would it be like? What would it taste like? Could she?

Now, here she was. Jamie was the first man since Frederico. The first man since her friend Connie had revealed her love of blowjobs. "Jamie, before we go too far. I know this seems strange, but this is all kind of new to me. Would you mind if I started by pleasing your cock with my mouth? I've never done that."

"Gladys, there isn't a man in the world that would refuse that. First time, huh?"

"I'm almost embarrassed to say, at my age."

"There's only one rule, don't use your teeth," he laughed and pushed her head down.

If eagerness were the only criteria for giving a good blowjob, Gladys would have been very successful. Jamie let her go, but fifteen minutes later, "why don't you come here and get on your back? You have my cock so ready."

Jamie was a good fuck; Gladys was a good fuck. Not great; good. "Thank you, Jamie, I needed that, but I should get to my room. At my age, I still have a reputation to maintain." They didn't promise each other anything for the rest of the weekend.

In the morning, Fran and Harley fucked again. It was marvelous. They banged each other hard. "Fran, you were amazing, but I should go, I have meetings this morning."

Later that morning, at breakfast, Fran asked Gladys, "How was your night with Jamie?"

"It was fine. Why?"

Gladys Hartigan still was interested in Jamie. "Are you going to see him again?"

"I don't think so. Look how many men are here; I'd like to try at least one more. After Italy, I realize I have to make up for lost time. Gladys, if you're interested in Jamie, go ahead. It won't bother me."

Later that afternoon, Gladys dressed for a night on the town, was waiting outside Jamie's suite when he returned from his meetings. "Gladys thought you and I might be good for each other."

"Come on in. I'm pretty sure that I know what you have in mind. I need a shower first. I shouldn't be long."

He'd no sooner jumped in the shower than Gladys made a decision she couldn't explain. It was almost an out of body experience. She got undressed and joined him. Frederico had been the only one to have seen her naked, except for Harley last night and this morning.

"Jamie, after those all-day meetings, I'm sure you'd like your back washed." She giggled, as she took the bar of soap from him.

He was divorced. They hit it off for not only the rest of the weekend, but once a month, he'd fly to Chicago, or she'd fly to Boston. Gladys admitted that she didn't know anything; until recently had never done anything and was eager to try everything.

Like Alicia, she had enough years to retire. She retired to Boston. With Jamie's guidance, she willingly tried everything. "Jamie, I talked to my friend Constance. She told me that men love blowjobs. Tell me how you like me to suck your cock. I'll try and try until I please you."

Jamie had a cottage on ten acres in rural New Hampshire. They spent weekends there. It was here that Jamie suggested, "Gladys, you can put it in your mouth, or I can fuck your lovely pussy, but some people like getting their ass fucked. Want to try it?"

Gladys loved it; on all fours, she bucked up and down; and she was loud. He expected this and that's why he waited until they were far from any neighbors. "That's it baby, fuck my cock; you love it don't you?"

"Yes, oh my God, yes. Keep giving it to me. Like that, just like that."

Every six weeks or so, Gladys suggested a weekend in New Hampshire. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"Jamie, there's no better feeling than when you're doing my ass, but I get so loud, I'd be embarrassed if we were in Boston. Someone might call the police, thinking you were hurting me."

Two years after the foursome first went to Itay, only Fran and Connie had not found love. They still went to Chicago. Sometimes they got lucky; sometimes not, but even when they did, none of the men were "the one."

It happened one Spring weekend in Chicago; there was a convention of university historians in town. Connie and Fran were so ready. It had been a long, cold winter, and there'd been no one to keep their bed warm.

They booked two rooms in the same hotel as the convention. Upon arrival, the front desk informed them there was an error and all single rooms were taken. Would they be willing to share a two-bedroom suite?

It wasn't a problem.

There was a problem when they went down to the hotel bar. The bar was crowded with mostly men, black men. "I think we made a mistake," Connie said.

"Let me check my phone for that convention listing again. "No, right here, it says HBCU historians' convention, and look there's the sign, WELCOME HBCU HISTORIANS," Fran said.

"Excuse me," Connie said to a waiter, who'd just taken a drink order, "can you tell me what HBCU means?"

"Historically Black Colleges and Universities."

Connie nearly had a heart attack. "Oh my, we did make a mistake. Let's get out of here."

"No, Connie, I need a drink, and now I need one more than ever, Fran said." They worked their way through the crowd of black men to the bar, ordered martinis and were on their way to the lobby which was less crowded; less noisy and there were fewer black men.

They'd just sat on a sofa when two black men; apparently historians, sat in the two armchairs in the grouping. For a few minutes they talked softly between themselves while Fran and Connie did the same. It had been a very disappointing start to their weekend.

It got better. "Excuse me, ladies. Do you dance?"

"Yes, why?"

"The ballroom here at the hotel is playing some wonderful jazz, perfect for dancing, but if you look around, you two are just about the only women here."

Fran looked at Connie; Connie looked at Fran. They nodded. In their little town west of Chicago, they had black students; there were black teachers in the district, but they didn't socialize with them. Both had gone to public universities, where there were lots of black students, but as in their town, they didn't socialize with them. "Sure, where's the ballroom?"

The ballroom was on the mezzanine floor. The taller, larger man introduced himself to Connie, "I'm Lamar Lassiter from Howard University." He was in his late forties and his hair was almost pure white.

"Connie Turpin from right here in Illinois."

"And I'm Frances McComber."

"I'm Jim Highsmith from Jackson State University. Nice to meet you ladies." He was a few years older than Lamar and had a ring of dark hair around his balding head.

The jazz band was in fact, as the men suggested, wonderful. Sometimes the music was soft and mellow, other times with a perfect beat for dancing. Both men were fabulous dancers, and the women let them lead.

They had a couple more martinis, and when another slow song was playing, Lamar took Connie in his arms, and they danced cheek-to-cheek. It was rare that Connie danced; she thought she looked ridiculous that first night on Sierra when little Giovanni asked her to dance.

Lamar Lassiter was much taller than her, and bigger. It was very romantic. "Connie, why don't we go upstairs where we can get to know each other better?"

"I-I-I don't know, Lamar."

"I get it, you don't date black men."

"It's not that. Lamar, I don't date anyone."

"Are you a Lesbian?"

"Oh no. It's just that women my age aren't often asked out, and I haven't received the kind of invitation I suspect you're offering in ages."

"I'm not asking you out, and yes, I am inviting you to something you probably suspect."

"What about your friend Jim?"

He laughed, "Jim can take care of himself," Lamar and Connie looked over to where Jim Highsmith and Fran were dancing. Not so much dancing as in a lip lock on the dance floor.

Connie smiled, "I think Fran can take care of herself, too."

In his room, Lamar's hands were all over those massive tits; soon her top was off, as was her bra. "Connie, they're the most beautiful titties I've ever seen, but a man like me wants more."

"Lamar, I have a confession. "I've never been with a black man."

He laughed, "then we have something in common; I've never been with a white woman." His hand was trying to unzip her skirt.

It was a bit of a lie. As an undergraduate football player at the University of Maryland, a white sorority thought they could boost the morale of the football team. Jeanette Haley thought she could boost the morale of Lamar Lassiter. He saw her once or twice a week during football season. Not only was she a great fuck and cock sucker, but Lamar had never tasted a pussy so sweet.

The brothers on the team agreed, there was something about the taste of white pussy. He never got another chance. His two wives, both of whom he divorced were black. There was lots of pussy eating, but it wasn't the same. He thought it was the taste of forbidden fruit.

He was divorced twice because the undergraduate girls at Howard thought they could improve their grade by fucking Professor Lassiter. They weren't wrong but both wives caught him.

Now, as Connie unzipped his pants and he helped her take off her panties, he was looking forward to the taste of white pussy. He wondered if fifty-something white pussy tasted as good as the pussy of twenty-year-old Jeanette Haley's white pussy.

In bed their hands were all over each other.

The men at those other Chicago conventions which Connie attended, were not nearly as big as Giovanni and didn't seem to have any interest in eating old white pussy, and the painful experience of fucking Giovanni had her resorting to blowjobs with those men she met. Not that she minded.

Her mind was reeling; what would it be like to suck a black one? It certainly didn't feel nearly as big as Giovanni's; then again no man's was that big.

Before she could go down on Lamar, his tongue left her nipples, and he was kissing her stomach. Of course, she knew where he was going and what he wanted to do.

Her friend Fran who at this very moment was with Lamar's friend, Jimmy told her over numerous cocktails all about the marvelous tongue Giorgio on Sierra had. Connie could not envision that, She was sure no one wanted to stick his tongue in her huge bush or crawl between her thick thighs. And after the pain of fucking Giovanni, she was happy to give men blowjobs.

For the next hour, Connie Turpin experienced something she'd never experienced before. Her orgasms had her pussy flowing, and Lamar's tongue, when it wasn't doing her clitoris, it was licking up her juices. "Connie, your pussy is delicious, I've never . . ."

She pushed his head back down.

He started to say he'd never tasted a pussy as sweet, not even years and years ago with the white sorority girl, Jeanette Haley. Connie's tasty pussy had his cock stiffer than it had ever been or so he thought.

Connie was on the verge of begging Lamar to let her reciprocate. She didn't have a chance. He crawled on top of her and before she knew it his cock was probing her pussy.

She felt no pain, only joy. His tongue work and her orgasms made her pussy so well-lubricated that his cock, not nearly as big as Giovanni's, slipped right in.

It was the greatest feeling, other than Lamar's tongue, ever, and Connie acted that way. Not that she knew how to act when getting fucked. It helped that Lamar Lassiter was a wonderful lover; he took it slow; telling her how beautiful her tits were; how tasty her pussy was; how he couldn't wait to eat it again.

They fucked again later that night. To be honest, once Lamar got a taste of her pussy, he wanted it again. To be honest, once Connie got a good, painless fuck, she wanted it again.

Of course, at his age, twice in one night was all he could do. She spent the night in his bed, in his arms. In the morning, "Lamar, you were so good to me last night, may I?" She started to go down on him.

He stopped her. "What I want is more of that tasty pussy."

Could a woman her age ask for anything more? Could any woman ask for anything more?

After his tongue made her cum, she insisted on getting fucked. They banged each other hard; Lamar didn't cum. "Connie, at my age, I think you wore me out last night. I have to give a lecture in about an hour."

"Lamar, I hope to see you again this weekend."

He looked at her, thought of the blowjob she'd offer earlier. "Tell you what? I have a break between noon and two."

"That would be great. I'm in Suite 1814. Just knock; I'll be waiting."

While Lamar went to his lecture. Connie went to her room. She was so high from her multi-orgasmic night that she'd momentarily forgot about Fran McComber. I say momentarily because as soon as she opened the door, she heard Fran, "Oh Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, keep giving it to me. Just like that. Your cock, ooh your cock."

Just as she prepared to take a bath; she heard them again. "Fran, I hope to see you tonight." Connie came out of her bedroom, "hi Fran, hi Jimmy."

"Hello Connie, I have to go. I missed breakfast, but I can't miss Lamar's lecture."

Fran giggled. "Jimmy, you haven't forgotten already. You didn't miss breakfast."

"You're right," He kissed her on the cheek, "best breakfast ever."

Fran blushed.

When he left, Fran said, "I'd never been with a black guy, but I can't wait to see him again. He just couldn't get enough."

"I know what you mean, Lamar was like a kid in a candy store, he just couldn't stop."

"Connie, if you mean his tongue couldn't stop, Jimmy was the same way."

"Are you going to see him again?"

"We're having lunch together. I should say, I'm having Lamar for lunch, if you know what I mean. I need a bath. I'll meet you in about an hour. We'll have breakfast."

The two women, who by now had few secrets, talked about their ‘dates' over breakfast. You already know about Connie's night.

"Connie, Jimmy had the biggest cock I've ever had. Not that there have been that many, as you know, but" she blushed, "I just couldn't take it out of my mouth."

"Fran, you know, that I know what that's like. Are they any different than white guys?"

"The only difference is that they are much better lovers. Jimmy gave me everything I could want. When I finally took it out of my mouth, I couldn't even tell you how many orgasms I had. They just kept coming and coming."

"The fucking was that good?"

"Not just the fucking; I think his tongue was addicted to my pussy," she blushed again.

"Lamar was the same way. Maybe black men have a thing for white pussy."

"Or maybe we just got lucky. Are you going to see Lamar for lunch?"

"Fran, you misunderstand. I'm having Lamar for lunch. I promised I'd reciprocate after what his tongue did to me. I can't wait."

Lamar was just as anxious. After his lecture, he rushed to Suite 1814. Connie took him to her room, closed the door, and helped him out of his clothes. He was sitting on the bed, and she was on the floor on her knees. It was a position she'd become very familiar with when she was in Italy with Giovanni.

When his cock was hard from her tongue and hands, "Lamar, didn't you say Howard University was in Washington, DC.?

"Yes."

"Lamar, I have my own personal Washington Monument right here. I'm in awe of how big you are; how you stand up so tall, and all for me." Connie put it back in her mouth.

He laughed, "that's what I have, an ebony Washington Monument." He held her head as she bobbed up and down.

No, it wasn't as big as Giovanni's, but it was bigger than any of the other men she'd met on her trips to Chicago. Connie had become skilled at cocksucking; as you know, it was her preferred way of having sex. Starting with Giovanni, all the men she'd been with fucking had been too painful.

Not Lamar. She wanted to show him how grateful she was. Men told her she gave a great blowjob. Today, she wanted to be better than great.

"My God, Connie, in all my years, I've never had my cock sucked like that."

"I'm glad you liked it. I'll do it again, but Lamar tonight you need to fuck me until you can't get hard. I need it and I promise tomorrow morning, I'm going to insist on Lamar's cock for breakfast."

Not only did Lamar keep his end of the bargain, so did Connie, and when the convention was over, they agreed to stay in touch.

Once a month, Connie would fly to Washington for a weekend or Lamar would fly to Chicago.

A year later, Connie retired and moved to Washington. Two years later, they split up, but to Connie's delight there were lots and lots of black men in Washington who had a thing for her white pussy and insatiable mouth.

It took another year, but finally Jonathan Philton, and administrator at that same Howard University, came into her life. He had the qualities she was looking for; his tongue was addicted to her pussy and his cock rivaled Giovanni's: long and fat. Jonathan was fascinated as she made it disappear down her throat.

That left Frances McComber as the only one of the spinsters who had yet to find love. Her weekend with Jimmy Highsmith had been amazing; opening her eyes to how good sex could be, but Jimmy had made it clear that back home in Mississippi he had a wife. "But Fran, her pussy isn't as sweetest as yours; she doesn't fuck like you and her mouth isn't as talented as yours."

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