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"Seth, over the years, men have told me I have a lovely pussy, but they were trying to get in my panties. As you can see, I'm not wearing any panties; it's all yours. Is it lovely?" She opened her pussy lips. I was staring at the most brilliant pink pussy and it was glistening. "See, I'm already wet thinking of what you're going to do to me."

"Mrs. Bonner, I don't have a lot of experience, but I've never seen a more beautiful pussy. Lovely, is an understatement."

I was hesitating, not because she was black. I was staring; I was mesmerized. "If you like the way my pussy looks, wait until you get a taste."

That was all I needed. Just like that my tongue was busy. "Hmmmmm, like that, Seth. You and I are going to have so much fun. My pussy hasn't had the pleasure of a man's tongue in ages, and it hasn't had the pleasure of a boy like you in forever."

I licked her pussy; getting comfortable with her taste. A taste similar to that of Mrs. Carlson's and Mrs. Hutman. Similar but different. You know I found Mrs. Hutman's old pussy delicious. The same was true of Mrs. Carlson's honey-like taste in Indianapolis.

Mrs. Bonner's black pussy was just as luscious; maybe sweeter. And when I started on her clitoris, I drove her wild. Those long legs were wrapped around my head and she was fucking my face. I loved it; reveled in it and I thought for sure I was going to cum.

I guess given her age and experience, she knew. Mrs. Bonner giggled, "It used to happen to a lot of men when they stick their face in Beatrice's black bush. Don't be embarrassed, Nate. In fact, why don't you get on your back and let Mrs. Bonner take care of it? I can't tell you the last time I tasted young man juice."

It didn't take much for me to fill her mouth. Her lips were like a Hoover, sucking my shaft into her mouth. Unlike Mrs. Carlson and Mrs. Hutman, Beatrice Bonner's lips found their way all the way down to my pubic hair. "Seth, I'm quite sure that's the best cock I've ever sucked. When you're ready I'm going to want it again. My pussy is going to want to sample your man meat. I'll let you rest."

It was a few hours later. She came back to bed. "You're awake. I hope you're ready because my pussy is aching for your cock.." She took off her robe and joined me in bed. Her hand went right to my cock.

"I said my pussy was so ready for your cock, but I have to tell you that your tongue will have me begging for it. Make me beg for it, Seth." She threw back the blankets and spread her legs.

Like before I hesitated. "Mrs. Bonner, you have the most beautiful, sweetest pussy. Thank you for letting me have another taste."

"Oh, after what you did to me before, you can have another taste, and another taste. Eat it as long as you want, but I warn you, when I start begging for your cock, you better give it me." There was that laugh again.

I went crazy on her pussy, and Mrs. Bonner made other worldly sounds as my tongue massaged her clitoris. She was right, I did make her beg for my cock and when I mounted her, it slipped in easy and then the most incredible fucking started.

"I'd like it if you thanked Mrs. Bonner for letting you eat her pussy. I'm sure I can make it worth your while."

From then on before, after and during when I ate her, I thanked her. Thanked her for the privilege of eating her pussy.

Mrs. Bonner wasn't lying. The fucking was like nothing else. She rocked the bed; the headboard smashed against the wall. Her old bed squeaked. I say ‘she' because I was just along for the ride; holding on; hoping my cock wouldn't fall out. That's the way I looked at it.

I guess she saw it differently. "Like that, Seth, bang Beatrice's black pussy. Give it to my pussy. Give my pussy your big cock, Fuck me harder. Harder, baby. Beatrice's pussy needs your cock."

Since this was the second time, I went on and on, but of course, eventually I came. "That was the most amazing fuck I've ever had," she said, breathing hard.

"I know I'm young, but I can't imagine I'll ever fuck a pussy as good as yours, Mrs. Bonner. Thank you."

"Seth, when a man, and you are a man, not a boy, says he loved fucking my pussy, I'd like him to show me his appreciation."

I was confused; I wasn't sure what she meant. I'd already thanked her.

I think she saw the look in my eyes. "Seth, what I mean is, are you willing to clean up my pussy with your tongue?"

As you know, on a regular basis I'd done that with Mrs. Hutman. I didn't hesitate. "That's a good boy, Seth. I think you'll find my pussy juices and your man cream together are delicious."

I ate and ate.

"Thank you, Seth. Get some sleep. Beatrice's pussy will want more, but I know you'll need time to recuperate."

What was it with these old ladies. Didn't they ever get enough? Mrs. Hutman and Mrs. Carlson were the same way. Fucking, sucking, getting eaten; they wanted it all the time. Especially, the eating part, and since that first time with Mrs. Hutman, I had to admit, it was my favorite. My cock was never so hard as when I was eating their old pussy.

It was six months before I made it to the other Charleston; the one in South Carolina. Mrs. DeAndrea Comstock was waiting for me. "Gloria Hutman told me that you had a way of making lonely widows feel good about themselves. I have to admit, looking at you; a boy so young, I find it hard to believe, but I am looking forward to finding out. Your room is here and I'm right across the hall. Beatrice and Gloria strongly urged me to cancel all my reservations while you're here. I'll be waiting once you unpack and take a shower." Mrs. Comstock had a lovely smile.

When I came out of the shower, like she said, she was waiting. Not in her room, on her bed, but on my bed, naked with her legs spread. "My dear friend Beatrice Bonner said that you have a thing for black pussy. Do you find my black pussy enticing?"

It's not my nature to compare, and I'm not, but I will say my week with Mrs. Comstock was almost beyond words. The fucking; the cock sucking were every bit as good as the others. And her pussy was like a beacon for my tongue, and as tasty as any pussy I'd ever eaten.

By mid-week, "Beatrice said you had a thing for black pussy, but Seth, I'm not complaining, you are a glutton," she laughed. "Do my pussy one more time? You know where I like, no love, your tongue."

DeAndrea Comstock was tall, thin with breasts that at one time might have been spectacular, but age, gravity and children had them hanging down her chest. Her pussy was only lightly covered by black, curly pubic hair, making access easy for my tongue.

Mrs. Comstock liked being on top when we fucked. She liked being on top when I ate her. Riding my face, she'd make herself cum repeatedly. Her juices covered my face. Her sweet juices covered my face. When she dismounted my face, she'd laugh, "Seth, you look like a glazed donut. Thank you, and I love what eating me does to your cock. Let me take care of that for you." Like I said, her blowjobs were extraordinary.

TO BE CONTINUED

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