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golfer or a swimmer; skinny and not as tall as me. I was hoping to end up with a big guy: a basketball or a football player. Not just that kind of big, if you know what I mean.

An hour later, I was on my second martini. Two was usually enough for me. I wanted to have my wits about me if good fortune should smile upon me.

Good fortune did shine on me. It was almost midnight when a tall, black man walked in and stood at the bar, trying to get a drink. I waved to the bartender. One thing I've learned over the years is that bartenders tend to take care of women, albeit, young, hot women first, but still.

"Yes, ma'am."

"My friend here needs a drink."

"I'll have Jack Daniels on the rocks. Thanks, Miss."

I smiled at him.

"Can I get you something?" He asked.

"No thanks, two's my limit."

"What happens if you have more than two?"

"I get a little crazy?"

"Bartender," he called, "get my friend here another. So, get a little crazy." He had a great laugh.

He might have been 6' 8" or perhaps taller. Just what I was looking for. If you read the earlier parts of this story, you know the fact that he was black was immaterial.

"Thank you. I'm Ellen McHugh."

"Bryan Wilmot." We chatted, although it was hard to hear in the noisy bar. I was hoping he'd ask me to go someplace quieter. He didn't. I only sipped that third martini.

I wasn't going to let an opportunity like this pass. "Bryan, I'm enjoying talking to you. Can I talk you into going to someplace quieter."

"Where did you have in mind?"

"My hotel, across the street has a quiet bar."

He pretended that he wasn't checking me out, but I knew he was. Afterall, he was probably twenty-five, and well, as you know, I wasn't.

"Ellen that sounds like a great idea," Bryan said after a moment's hesitation.

I took Bryan's arm as we crossed the street. In the bar I ordered club soda. He had another Jack. We found a quiet spot where we could talk. It wasn't long before Bryan had my heart thumping. "Ellen, this is a beautiful hotel. Did you say you're staying here?"

"Yes, it's lovely, isn't it?"

"I'd love to see what the rooms look like." See what I mean? Heart be still.

I tried not to seem anxious, but in moments I was on my feet, "Bryan, the elevators are this way." I have to be honest; nothing had happened but I felt a little dampness in my panties.

There were a few other people in the elevator, but I took Bryan's hand. I didn't care what they thought.

Once in my room, Bryan took me in his arms. I had to reach up, even though I was wearing heels, I had to get on my toes to kiss him. I didn't hesitate to use my tongue. Bryan reciprocated and put one hand on my breast.

As you can imagine, one thing led to another and soon Bryan and I were in bed, naked. It was disappointing. I mean Bryan's cock wasn't as big as in my fantasies with Tommy, my toy.

"Bryan, I'm a little old for all the rigors of fucking, but I can do this." Yes, I was back to my blowess ways.

No, it wasn't as big as I fantasied about, but I had a great time, sliding my lips up and down his shaft and playing with his foreskin. Bryan let me suck and suck. Then . . .

"Ellen, you are amazing, but don't you think I should reciprocate?"

My lips were half way down his shaft, on their way to his ball sack. I stopped, then slowly took his stiff cock out of my mouth. I was shocked. "Oh, Bryan that's very kind of you to say, but I know nobody wants to eat my old pussy, but thank you." I went back down on him.

He gently pulled my hair. "Listen to me, Ellen," he looked me in the eye, "I'd love to eat your pussy."

"Don't be silly." I tried to go back down on him.

"Do I have to beg?"

"You're serious?"

"After what you've been doing to me, it's only right."

He rolled me over. Remember, as big as I was, Bryan was much bigger and much stronger. Not that I gave too much resistance.

He started kissing my breasts. "You have the loveliest titties." Kissing, licking, sucking, but not for too long. He'd made it clear what he wanted.

I know I'd been reluctant, but secretly I was pleased. Pleased, that a young man still thought my pussy was enticing. I'm so glad he insisted.

Remember, I had to teach young Steve how. There was no teaching with Bryan. He may have been twenty-five, but he knew how to eat pussy. Oh yeah!!!

Soon, I was humping his face. His tongue felt so good. First on my pussy and then without any direction, Bryan was massaging my prominent clitoris. Except for Steve, it had been decades.

His tongue made me cum. "Ooooooooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooooooooh God. Ooooooooh, Bryan, Bryan. Yes, ooooooooh, yes."

He came up for air. "Ellen, you have the tastiest pussy." I felt his tongue going up and down on my slit and my hole, while I relished that orgasmic feeling.

Bryan let me enjoy that feeling for a few minutes, and then his tongue found my clitoris again. The next hour was like that. His tongue made me cum. He'd tell me how good or beautiful my pussy was. Bryan would let me enjoy that orgasm and then he'd do me again.

I don't remember ever feeling like that. Then it got better and it was involuntary on my part. During one orgasm, "please Bryan fuck me. Give me your cock. My pussy needs your cock, fuck me, please."

Yes, me the blowess, wanted his cock. I didn't want it in my mouth; I wanted Bryan to fuck me.

To say I'd never been fucked like the way Bryan fucked me would be the greatest understatement in the history of the world. Oh my!!!!

We didn't make love; we just fucked. Both of us. My wide ass was rolling around on the bed, and Bryan was ramming his cock in and out as fast as he could.

I said his cock wasn't as big as I fantasized when Tommy, my toy was doing me. That's true. In my fantasy, it was an 8, 9 sometimes a 12-inch cock that was fucking me. Bryan's cock felt like it was 6 inches of thick black meat.

I joyfully took every inch. Sometimes reality is better than fantasy. "Fuck me, Bryan. Oh yeah, keep fucking my pussy just like that. My pussy loves your big cock."

"And my tongue?"

"Oh yeah, just not right now. Keep giving me your cock. Fuck me harder."

We were both breathing hard when he finished. "My pussy never felt like you made it feel."

"Ellen that was the best fuck, and" Bryan looked me in the eye, "the best tasting pussy."

"You're so sweet," I kissed him.

He laughed, "no you're the one who's so sweet." He took me in his arms and I fell asleep. It had been quite a work out.

I was awake early. I was surprised; Bryan was still there. I had no idea what he had in mind for this morning. I would have been overjoyed if he let me suck his cock, but on the off chance that he wanted to eat me again, I took a shower.

When I came out of the shower, drying my hair, Bryan was awake, sitting up in bed. I was a little embarrassed. Last night, the lights had been low, I'm sure he didn't get a good look at me. This morning, in the morning light, he could see all of my fifty-three-year-old body.

I tried to cover up. "Ellen, last night was fantastic. I'd like to continue this morning," he smiled at me.

"Are you sure? Because I can't imagine it could get any better."

"Let's try." He pulled back the covers, indicating I should join him. I didn't hesitate; I dropped the towel and got into bed.

Bryan took me in his arms and soon our tongues were dueling and our hands were busy. In moments he was hard. He was twenty-five. Of course, he was.

Then he started on my titties. "Ellen, I've been with a few women. Usually when they take a shower after we're done, they're interested in getting eaten again."

I sighed.

He started kissing me lower. "Are you interested in getting eaten again?"

Fantasies do come true.

Oh my!!!! Think of the greatest morning you've ever had. Then double it, no triple, even quadruple it. Never in my life did I ever expect to feel the way Bryan made me feel. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. He never got tired and mumbled how beautiful my pussy was; how sweet my pussy was. Bryan told me that fucking last night was the best.

True or not, with what his tongue was doing, I wanted to believe all of it.

Like last night, I begged for Bryan's cock. Begged him to fuck me. As good as last night was, Bryan was an even better fuck this morning. Or maybe the pussy eating was so good that my pussy was already on fire.

When he rolled off me, "Ellen, it must be getting near check out time."

"I reserved the room for two nights. Check out time is tomorrow at 11 AM. I'd love you to stay."

"Ummm, I have some things to do today, but why don't I meet you in the bar at 5?"

"Bryan, just so you know, I'll be ready for more of this by then."

I walked into the hotel bar at 4:55. Bryan was sitting there. The smile on my face could not have been any bigger. "I ordered you a martini," he told me.

"After a martini, how about some dinner. The food here is fabulous."

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "there's only one thing I want to eat, and it's fabulous."

Can a girl have an orgasm from talk like that. I swooned and my panties were leaking. "Why don't we take our drinks upstairs?"

"What a great idea."

Bryan wasn't kidding about eating. He ate and ate and ate until I insisted that he fuck me. For the third time in the last 24 hours, I got the fucking of my life.

In the morning, it was my turn to insist. "Bryan, I don't know when we'll see each other again, but hopefully you'll remember this." I'm a blowess. A cocksucker. I never sucked a cock like I sucked Bryan's Sunday morning. At my age, Bryan must have thought that this might be the last cock I ever sucked and I was going to make the most of it.

By the time he came in my mouth, I was certain, it was the best blowjob he'd ever had, and the best one he'd ever get.

I gave him my phone number, and we agreed that we'd see each other soon.

TO BE CONTINUED

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