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The stories about the high school boys who visited Mrs. Ferguson are too numerous to tell, but Marshall Albright's tale is worth repeating.

He was a big, rugged hockey player on the high school team. At one game, Cindy Matthews and Melissa Crawford were sitting with his girlfriend, Isabelle Larsen.

"Two minutes for roughing, Albright," the referee announced.

"That's Marshall," Bella complained.

"What do you mean? Cindy asked.

"I take my clothes off and two minutes later, I'm getting dressed. It's so frustrating. And the roughing, my nipples are always sore after we spend a night together. He doesn't do it on purpose; he just doesn't know how. I try, but . . ."

"I remember the one time I went out with Marshall. I tried not to laugh," Melissa said.

"What do you mean?" Cindy asked.

"Bella, wouldn't you agree, it's like Marshall hasn't gone through puberty yet?"

"Definitely, he has a little boy cock. We shouldn't even call it a cock."

"Oh, maybe it's time we introduce him to Mrs. Ferguson."

Later that evening as they sat around a bonfire, sipping hot chocolate, Melissa and Cindy explained about Mrs. Ferguson.

"You mean Mrs. Ferguson, the janitor lady? Marshall would never. . ."

"I didn't think Quinn would, but since he spent over a month visiting her, my love life has been grand," Cindy smiled; she was always smiling. And why not her pussy and Quinn's tongue were the best of friends..

Melissa nodded. "Donny's the same way. Once Mrs. Ferguson got a hold of him; his cock, his tongue; especially his tongue has been . . ., well let's just say, he can never get enough."

"Quinn's the same way. He's so disappointed when I have my period. I mean he gets blowjobs then, but he's counting the days until it's over."

It wasn't easy for Bella Larsen to convince Marshall Albright to knock on Mrs. Ferguson's door.

It turned out to be a mistake.

What I mean is like every other boy, Mrs. Ferguson insisted that the first thing Marshall learn was to eat pussy. Like every other boy, he was hesitant to eat that old black pussy. He thought for sure that it would smell like the disinfectant in her custodial office or worse.

He was surprised by her delightful fragrance, and he went crazy the first time he tasted it. "That's a good boy, lick it good. Lick Vivian's vajajay."

Marshall didn't just lick it good. He licked it like a boy possessed, and he wouldn't stop. That first time, he came in his pants.

"Ooooh, yes, Marshall, you make Mrs. Ferguson so happy. Don't be embarrassed. Keep eating my vajayjay. Don't stop. Show Vivian's vajayjay how much you love eating it."

He did, and every time he visited her home, Marshall ate until he creamed his jeans. He was reluctant to fuck her, and was ambivalent about her blowjobs. "Marshall, there's nothing I or anyone can do about the size of your cock, but with practice you can become the world's best pussy eater. You'll make Bella and any other woman you go out with

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