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I was shocked at the cocktail party. All those black women were Mrs. Ferguson's age. Well, at least 90% of them were. All those black women had white ‘boyfriends my age. Well, at least 90% of the guys were my age. All of us were white.

I started to wonder if all those women had pussies that tasted like Mrs. Ferguson's; were as beautiful as Mrs. Ferguson's. Saturday night was a revelation. All the women were like Mrs. Ferguson, janitors, maids, waitresses. All of them dressed like they were going to the fanciest party in town. And they were.

When Mrs. Ferguson came out of the bathroom after getting dressed. I barely recognized her. "Wow," was all I could say. I'd never seen her like this. "You look stunning."

"Not bad for an old lady, huh?" She laughed. Now, Donny, I'm all dressed, except for my panties." She sat on the edge of the bed and hiked her dress up. "Why don't you start my evening off right?"

I was on my knees in no time. As you know, I never needed to be asked twice.

A half hour later; two orgasms later, Mrs. Ferguson was ready for the big event. "Vivian, aren't you going to put on panties?"

"Donny, I just might sneak you into a stall in the ladies' room, and you can get another taste," she laughed.

We'd spent the morning in bed. Mrs. Ferguson insisted on fucking. "Donny, tell Mrs. Ferguson that your tongue is going to want a taste of her vajayjay later." At the moment, I was on top of her banging away, and her big ass was bouncing.

"You know, my tongue never gets enough of it."

"Enough of what? Tell me."

"Your delicious pussy."

At the dinner-dance, all the women were dressed like Mrs. Ferguson. Most of the guys wore ties and jackets. Mrs. Ferguson picked out a white dinner jacket for me. I was never dressed like that.

The room was set up with tables for eight. We introduced ourselves to the other couples. Two of the couples were like us: older black woman, younger white guy. The other couple stood out. The black woman was my age, and perhaps the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was like a fashion model or center fold girl. The guy she was with was close to Mrs. Ferguson's age. Lucky him, I thought.

All the women had smiles on their faces. If the hour before dinner was like Mrs. Ferguson's, of course they did.

I was sitting next to the older guy. His name was Bryan. We chatted between the music the band was playing. At one point, "Donny, do you mind if I dance with your date?"

"Not at all. Vivian, Bryan would like to dance with you."

"I'd be honored."

His girlfriend, the twenty-something, her name was Melinda, said, "Donny, if those two old people are dancing, why don't we join them?"

On the dance floor, I was surprised. "What do you see in that old lady? Is she rich?"

"No, she's not rich. In fact, she was the janitor lady at my high school." I wasn't going to tell her about Vivian's delicious vajayjay.

"Me, too. I'm a janitor in a hospital. Well, if she doesn't have anything special, it must be you. I'd like to find out what it is."

"Ummm, you are with Bryan, right?"

"I am, but we agreed that it's just about over. He confided in me that he can no longer keep up and I should find someone who can. Can you?"

"Ummmm, you know I'm with Vivian."

"I know, but look at them."

I did. They were grinding against each other; oblivious in the semi-dark room to the other dancers on the floor. Melinda, continued, "Bryan told me this afternoon, he was too tired. Does he look too tired to you?"

"I don't know." I didn't want to tell her that what I'd done to Vivian just a few hours ago usually invigorated her. You know, when she showed me she wasn't wearing any panties.

Like I said, Melinda was stunning. I started to think what it might be like when the music ended and we returned to our table. Before we could sit down, Vivian said, "Donny, why don't the four of us take a walk outside?"

When we were outside, Vivian told me that it was time that I found someone my own age, and that she needed someone her own age; "someone like Bryan."

"Donny, I think Mrs. Ferguson has a wonderful idea. You and I might be right for each other," Melinda interrupted and put her hand in mine. "Bryan, honey, are you okay with this?"

"I am. Like I said this afternoon. If we keep this up, I'm liable to have a heart attack."

"Okay, it's settled. Bryan, why don't you get to know Vivian tonight, and I'll take Donny to our room?"

Vivian leaned against Bryan and laughed, "I promise I'll be gentle tonight. I know it takes a man your age time to recover."

Melinda led me to the elevator and the room she shared with Bryan. "Donny, the ballroom was warm. I need a shower. I can't think of a better way to get to know each other than to take a shower together."

She started to undress. I joined her.

I told you she was centerfold gorgeous, and that was with her clothes on. When she got down to her bra and thong, I just stood there. I was gawking. "Donny, haven't you seen a naked girl before?" She laughed.

Remember, my first, other than Mrs. Ferguson was the beautiful Cindy Matthews, but as Melinda took off her bra, I instantly knew that those were the most perfect; most beautiful tits I'd ever see.

I had my dinner jacket, tie and shirt off. "Donny, it looks like you like what you see." She got on her knees. "You're already excited. I want to see it. For the last few years, all I've seen was Bryan's old cock."

She undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my zipper and then my pants and boxers were around my ankles. I was standing in front of her just like I was the day Mrs. Ferguson caught me masturbating.

My cock was at full mast; except it wasn't in my hand. "Oh Donny, you have no idea how long it's been since I've had a young, hard cock. And it's so much bigger than any I've ever seen."

Mrs. Ferguson always told me how big my cock was, and I wanted to believe her, but I thought she was just saying that. Now, Melinda thought the same.

Melinda got off her knees. "Join me in the shower." She took off her thong and went into the bathroom.

By the time I finished undressing, my cock could not have been any harder. According to Mrs. Ferguson it was big, young and hard. According to Melinda it was big, young and hard. That's how it was when I joined her in the shower.

If possible, as I looked her up and down, my cock got harder. Melinda was a bronze goddess. On occasion, Mrs. Ferguson would insist that I worship her pussy. Worship it on my knees. I gladly complied.

I'd worship Melinda's pussy on my knees all night; every night if she asked. "Melinda, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I told her as we embraced beneath the falling water.

"After spending, what was it three years with that old lady? I'm sure any woman would look beautiful, but Donny, I'm more than just a pretty face." She knelt down in front of me.

Her hands; her soapy hands played with my cock. "Donny, speaking of old people, after Bryan's old cock, this is going to be a treat." One hand slid up and down my shaft; the other massaged my balls.

"I was with Bryan for five years; he taught me how to please him. If I do say so myself, under his tutelage I became extraordinarily talented, but I've only gratified him. I'd like you to tell me if I am truly skilled or was Bryan just saying that."

Then it was in her mouth. Slowly she slid her lips down my shaft. All the while looking up at me. Her eyes were twinkling.

AND WE LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

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