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"Dr. Brennan, I need a daddy to love me and a daddy to give my love to, just like Freud said."

"I'm sure he thought it was unethical, but it wasn't illegal.

"What broke the ice was a Friday, late afternoon, when I rang the doorbell at his apartment. It wasn't all that difficult to find out where he lived.

"Miss Murphy, you can't . . .?"

"Dr. Brennan, don't you see, I need you." I walked through the door, put my bag down and started to unbutton my blouse.

"Like I said, he was over fifty, divorced and currently not seeing anyone. Yeah, I'd checked that out, too.

"By the time my blouse was off; of course I was bra-less. Dr. Brennan succumbed."

I told you Mady had big ones. What I didn't tell you was that her chest is covered with freckles except for her breasts which were almost pure white.

"The first thing he said to me when he saw my titties, "Miss Murphy, I've slept with a number of women; but I've never seen more perfect breasts.

"And I said, "Professor, I'm sure that a man your age wants to do more than look at them. Right here or in your bedroom?" Then I took off my skirt, too.

"I had made the right choice. Dr. Calvin Brennan may not have looked like much, but damn that man could eat pussy. You need to come out to Chicago. I'm sure I could convince him to spend a night in bed with any of you."

"But Mady, what about his cock?" Misty asked. If you don't know yet, Misty had a thing for cocks, but then didn't we all?

"Oh, yeah. By the time he got on top of me, and I have to admit, I was begging for it. I mean his tongue was so good I had tears in my eyes and I was crying with joy, but, "Dr. Brennan, fuck me, please fuck me. My pussy needs your cock.

"Anyhow, he put it in slowly. For a moment, I thought I was the recipient of endless cock. He kept going and going. It wasn't all that fat, and didn't really stretch me, but there sure was a lot of it.

"You'd think he fuck me. He didn't. Remember girls, I'm almost nineteen and I'd been fucking Charlie McIntosh, one of Jamie Harper's roommates since my eighteenth birthday."

Everyone knew about Chalie McIntosh or as we called him Long-cocked Charlie.

"Charlie was twenty-six and patiently showed me how he liked to get fuck. We fucked every way you could think of. You know me, I have to study everything I do. I bought a copy of the Kama Sutra and we tried them all, not all, but lots of them.

"Anyhow, when we got to the pages on oral sex, I insisted that Long-cocked Charlie do me first."

If this had been last Spring when we were still in high school, me and the other girls would have gagged at the thought. Now, we nodded knowingly, anxious to hear the details.

"If I studied the Kama Sutra. Charlie studied ‘Advanced Pussy Eating Practices.' If there was such a book.

"That brings me back to Professor Calvin Brennan at the University of Chicago. He could have written such a book. I can't imagine for the rest of my life ever meeting a man who could eat pussy like Dr. Brennan. Yes, he was old; yes, he wasn't all that attractive, but he made up for it with a magic tongue.

"Long-cocked Charlie's tongue was marvelous; Professor Brennan's was so much better. You girls need to come out to Chicago. I'm sure I could talk him into taking you to bed." She repeated.

"Mady, what about you? Have you practiced what the Kama Sutra says about blowjobs?" MaryLynn asked and smiled.

The red-head blushed. Her face so red that her freckles seemed to blend in. "Ummmm, I-I . . ."

"C'mon tell us," I urged her on.

"Hanley, I'm not like you; my sex life is private."

"No, it's not. We already know about Long-cocked Charlie when you were in high school. Tell us about this college teacher in Chicago."

"Okay. So, like I said, Professor Brennan was the best pussy-eater, and . . ." she hesitated. We leaned forward and she half whispered. "Long-cocked Charlie has nothing on him. Oh my God, it was so big and fat."

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"Did you put it in your mouth?" Misty wanted to know.

"Hanley it only hurt of a moment, and then oh my, oh my, and Misty if you must know, just before I came home for Christmas break, Professor Brennan told me, "Mady, you're not just a quick study in the classroom, you're a quick study in bed. You have the most incredible mouth. Are you ready to suck it again?"

"Good for you."

"All of it?"

I made it a point to spend a week with Mady Murphy in Chicago. She met me at O'Hare with Professor Brennan and a Chemistry professor, Dr. Abdul Al-Hamaini.

Later, Mady confided in me that Dr. Al-Hamaini could fuck all night even though he was in his forties. "Hanley, it wasn't big like Jamie Harper or Long-cocked Charlie, but there was no quit in that cock."

Anyhow, you probably want to know about Professor Calvin Brennan and me. If he was the pussy eater that Mady claimed I was going to be ready. I pretended it was summer, and shaved. I was bare and as smooth as could be when I got off the plane in Chicago.

I still have a smile on my face thinking of Professor Brennan's tongue. From Friday afternoon until Sunday morning his tongue, oh my, his tongue. Mady wasn't wrong. Yeah, he fucked me with that long cock, but mostly he ate. I was just lying on my back, my legs spread wide and Professor Brennan, oh Professor Brennan. I'm wet just thinking about him.

A year later he came to Princeton. Not to see me, but to give a lecture on Freud. He texted me that he was coming. I dashed to the Psychology Department and volunteered to escort him around campus. The head of the Psychology Department, Dr. Zigmund Polikowski, thought that was a great idea.

Calvin thought so, too. When he wasn't giving a lecture, meeting with faculty and Dr. Polikowski or with grad students, his tongue was in my pussy. He didn't see much of our beautiful Princeton campus, but he did tell me numerous times how beautiful and tasty my bare pussy was.

I thought Dr. Brennan's visit was the last time I'd see him. It was, but he left me a gift. Dr. Polikowski, who was sixty-one, called me to his office. "I wanted to thank you for being such a wonderful hostess to Dr. Brennan. He told me that you were a most gracious hostess, and that you had something you'd willingly share."

I blushed.

Professor Polikowski continued. "I have a condo in the Poconos. It's secluded and private. I'd love to show it to you. Let me be clear, Ms. Weathers, Calvin told me that you have the most exquisite taste."

I blushed again, but two weeks later, Ziggie and I arrived at his mountain home. I mean, this was like an offer I couldn't refuse. I was certain that at his age Dr. Polikowski knew how to eat pussy, unlike college boys.

It didn't take me long to learn that Ziggie wanted to do more than eat my pussy. I took a shower. I mean a girl wants to be clean and fresh if she knows she's going to be eaten, right?'

To my surprise, Dr. Polikowski joined me in the shower. He was tall and thin. He started washing my tits. "They're beautiful, Hanley. Tell me something, do you know what kielbasa is?"

Where I lived in New Jersey there were a lot of Italians. I knew what Italian sausage was. In fact, I was familiar with Tony Marchetti's long, sweet Italian sausage. I thought it was strange, Tony's sausage was sweet and hot at the same time. If you know what I mean.

The professor gently pushed on my shoulders. I didn't resist. "Dr. Polikowski I've never had it, but I'm certain I'm going to love it." If you've never had kielbasa, it's much like Italian sausage. Long, not too fat, and as it turned out just as delicious.

At least for this weekend in the Poconos with Dr. Polikowski kielbasa became my favorite thing to eat. Okay, okay, I gorged myself on it. He insisted I called him Ziggie. I insisted on calling him Big Ziggie. As in, "is Big Ziggie ready to play in my mouth or in my pussy?"

For a man his age, his Big Ziggie always seemed ready. Now, don't think Zigmund forgot about what Calvin Brennan said about my taste. There's something about older men and young pussy. My skinny-dipping girlfriends all agreed that they not only knew how, but they couldn't get enough. None of us complained.

By the way Madeline Murphy and Dr. Brennan continued to see each other, and according to her experimented with every page in the Kama Sutra until she was awarded a Rhodes Scholarship to Oxford in England. She was one of the youngest students to receive the award. I'm certain those Brits were awed by how talented she was not just in the classroom but in bed, too. "Hanley," she texted me, "you probably heard those Englishmen love their fish and chips. The love pussy even more. Come visit."

These weren't the only invitations I got. Frannie and Misty insisted that at some point I go up to Harvard. "Girls, there are so many guys in Boston. You can have your pick," Frannie shared.

"And," Misty smiled, "any kind of sex you want with any kind of guy you want."

I thought she meant fucking, cocksucking, pussy eating.

In private, I told them, "I've developed a thing for men in their forties, even older."

"So have we. Right now, we're seeing a guy over forty. We can't get enough of him," Misty smiled.

"Yeah, and he can't get enough of us," Frannie added.

I wasn't sure what they meant. I was confused.

Misty explained. "Frannie and I are seeing the same guy, and we often see him at the same time. I like riding his big cock, and she likes riding his face. Then we switch. It's the most fun, and Didier is so accommodating," she laughed.

"And sometimes, we do him one-on-one. I see stars. Hanley, you'd love him, and he'd certainly love your titties."

"Yeah, and after you leave, he'll thank us."

"Oooh, will he thank us." They both laughed.

We had over a month off between semesters. The three of us drove to Boston. "While, you're introducing me to whatshisname . . ."

"Didier. It's French."

"Yes, Didier, what will you two be doing?"

"Hanley, like we said, there's so many guys in Boston," Frannie scrolled through the contacts on her phone. "Misty, how about those grad students from BC, they were fun?"

They dropped me off at a row house in Cambridge. "He's on the first floor. Just ring the buzzer, he's expecting you. "Didier Francois." That's why we get along so well," Frannie or more formally, Francine smiled.

"You're not just leaving me?"

"Yep, you're on your own. We both have dates with those BC guys," Misty explained.

"My pussy is begging for some cock," Frannie laughed. "Call us if you need anything. Bye."

I rang the doorbell and was buzzed in.

Waiting at the door just to the right of the main entrance was the biggest man I'd ever seen. "You must be Hanley," he said. "Frannie and Misty said you were beautiful, but they underestimated how pretty you are. I am Didier. Come in, come in." His voice was deep. I liked his accent.

I was also in shock. Didier must have been close to seven foot tall, and weighed 250 lb. Maybe more. He wasn't fat and he was black. Frannie and Misty didn't mention that. Sure, he was French, but he was actually Haitian.

I wanted to try different guys, but I didn't mean as different as Didier was. He was greying around his temples; like I said, I liked older men. I didn't know about the black thing. My parents had drilled into me about mixing races.

On the other hand, ever since Frannie and Misty invited me to Boston, I'd been looking forward to it. I hadn't been fucked in about two weeks. I hadn't sucked a cock in about two weeks. I was so ready. My pussy was wet on the drive up to Boston. That's how anxious for cock I was.

On the other hand, was Didier's cock proportional? Although, I rarely used them, I still kept condoms in my bag. Lube, too, which I used on occasion. With Paul, I'd found a strawberry flavored lube that I'd rub on his cock before I sucked it. It was fun and it kept my lips from getting too raw. After a weekend like the one when I had my period, I was thankful.

I was certain I'd need the lube with Didier and I hadn't even seen his cock yet. I stepped into his apartment, making the decision I was going to go to bed with him unless something really went wrong.

Nothing went wrong. In fact, "Did Frannie and Misty tell you how much I love young, white girl pussy?" He pronounced it poo-say. Before I could answer, Didier lifted me up and carried me to his bed. He lifted me so gentle as if I was a piece of fine China. It was romantic.

"No, they told me that we'd have a good time together."

He was helping me out of my clothes. "Yes, oh yes, a very good time, but you can't have a good time with Didier with your clothes on," he laughed.

I was wiggling out of my jeans with his help. As soon as I was naked, he spread my legs. "Ooooh Hanley, Frannie and Misty said you're pretty, but they didn't say you have the prettiest poo-say. Do all white girls get rid of their hair? It's certainly makes it more inviting to lick."

"I can't speak for all girls, but my last boyfriend liked my pussy like this. Do you like it, Didier? Are you going to lick it, or just look at it?"

By now, as you can imagine my pussy was so ready. And then he started. Kyle and Paul were good pussy eaters. Dr. Calvin Brennan from Chicago was a great pussy eater. So was Ziggie, although I have to say sucking on his kielbasa, Big Ziggie, was my preference. Didier's tongue was huge and he slid it up and down, from my clitoris to almost my asshole and back. Every time he just lightly rubbed that tongue against my clitoris, it was like an electric shock going through me; the most intense, most amazing feeling ever.

Kyle and Paul had me climbing the walls. Dr. Brennan had me begging for his cock, but this was different. Ziggie had me begging for his big kielbasa. I no longer thought about Didier's blackness; all I thought about was how good I felt; how I'd never felt like this. How I wanted to feel like this all the time. My pussy, oh my pussy, my brain was screaming.

Out loud, "your tongue, Didier, oh your tongue. My pussy loves your tongue. Keep eating me. Oh God, Didier, I'm coming again. Ooooooooh, oooooooooooh."

And most important of all, how could I ever thank Didier. Did he want to fuck me? Did he want a blowjob? Whatever he wanted; whatever he asked for, I was willing. And I told him that, "Didier, please let me please you. Let me make love to your cock, like you made love to my pussy, please."

‘Ah-ha," he laughed. "The little white girl wants some Haitian meat. All the while girls like Haitian meat, but Hanley, I'll bet you know how to make Didier's black meat explode in your mouth, don ‘t you?"

"I'll try to please your cock, Didier. Please let me try."

When he got off his knees; I could see his face was covered with my pussy's juices. I thought his face looked like a glazed donut. I didn't care; I kissed him. My thighs were wet with my juices and Didier's saliva; I didn't care.

Didier started to undress; his pants first. I sat up, on the edge of the bed. Then his boxers. I moaned. I closed my legs.

You remember Jamie had a huge cock. I could barely get his cockhead in my mouth. And you remember that Greg had a big one, but skinny and with practice I could take most of it. If you recall, I practiced a lot. Then there was Tony Marchetti's big Italian sausage, and Ziggie's big kielbasa, I'd pleased them all with my mouth.

But there was no way, and I couldn't image that anyone could, but Frannie and Misty seemed to indicate they had, and they made it seem easy. I'd have to talk to them about that. Did they really do it? And, how?

What I'm trying to tell you is that Didier had a long, thick piece of Haitian meat; black Haitian meat and after all that pussy eating, it was standing tall. It was thicker and perhaps an inch or two longer than any I'd known.

That reminds me: after a guy eats my pussy, to see his cock standing erect, makes me so pleased. Imagine, eating my pussy does that to a guy. It happened all the time with me. "Hanley, see what eating your delicious pussy does to me." Of course, after being eaten, I didn't want to just see his cock.

Over the last hour, I no longer thought about the black part. My only thought was how was I going to satisfy that monster cock. I couldn't possibly get it in my mouth, and I was certain my pussy couldn't handle it. I mean that head was almost as big as my fist.

While staring at it. I thought of my bag sitting on the floor by the front door. I'd put it down when Didier picked me up. Ever since the first time my mom dragged me to the pharmacy, I'd always carried lube and condoms. Most of the time I forgot about using the condoms. I didn't think those condoms would fit Didier's cock. Most of the time I forgot about using the lube; except with guys like Jamie Harper it wasn't necessary.

Of course, there was that strawberry-flavored lube that I rubbed on Greg's long cock. Not because it was so big, but because it was fun to suck it like that.

Before I left home, I checked my supply of lube. I had half a tube of strawberry in my bag. I bought another big tube, but flavorless. I had no idea who Frannie and Misty had in mind for me, but just in case.

Now, I was certain I was going to need that whole tube. Maybe more.

By the way, I knew it would be painful, but there was no doubt I was going to let Didier fuck me. After what his tongue did to me, my pussy was so ready.

No, my pussy wasn't ready for that Haitian invasion. With the experience of a man his age, Didier knew it before I did. "Hanley, girls find it easier if they get on top. They can take their time until they get used to it."

He got on his back on the bed, and I used that new tube of lube on his cockhead and in my pussy. Lots of it. Then I started to mount him. It was like mounting a telephone pole. It took a long time to slowly impale myself on it. "Take your time, Hanley. We're not in a rush."

Well, yes I was. I wanted that big cock inside me. I wanted the pain to pass, and the fucking to begin.

Slowly, half inch by half inch I sat on that cock. I moaned louder and louder. Looking back, I'm not sure if I was moaning because of the pain as my pussy got stretched or I was a moaning because it felt so good.

Meanwhile, Didier was playing with my titties. "Hanley, there's nothing like beautiful white titties, and you have the most beautiful white titties I've ever seen." Well, I knew he'd seen Frannie and Misty's, but I didn't know if he'd seen any other white girl's titties. My two were almost as big as Frannie and Misty's four. Not to brag. Apparently, they had other attributes.

I looked down; the contrast between my pure white tits and Didier's blacker than black hands was striking. Well, sort of. His hands were so big, they engulfed my 34CCs. I couldn't see them.

When I had as much of that big Haitian cock inside me as far as it was going to go, I sat straight up, and sighed. I was so thankful for the lube. I'd have to get more; maybe I'd buy a gallon.

"Comfortable, Hanley?"

"Didier, no one has made my pussy feel like your cock makes it feel."

"Except maybe my tongue," he laughed. "You have the sweetest poo-say. I'm going to want a taste again, but not right now." He held my hips and started to slowly lift me up and down on his cock.

"Didier, you can't eat my pussy." He looked at me like something was wrong. "You can't eat my pussy because I'm not going to let your cock leave my pussy."

He laughed, "the little white girl likes Didier's Haitian cock and we haven't even started to fuck yet."

At first my pussy slid only an inch or so up and down. We kept going like that; twenty minutes later I was bouncing on my own. Didier's hands were on my tits. Actually, his fingers were playing with my now oh so hard nipples. Those titties were bouncing too. "Like that Hanley, ride my cock. Ride it hard."

I did. It was the most amazing feeling ever. I was eighteen, almost nineteen and I could fuck all night, and had. Of course, you know I could suck all night too. Didier, who was in his forties showed no signs that he was close to cumming. I, on the other hand, had orgasm after orgasm, after orgasm.

I bounced and bounced. "Hanley, I want to get on top of you. I want to fuck your poo-say like that."

I was concerned with a couple of things. First of all, Didier was so big; he could crush me. Secondly, I didn't want his monster cock to leave my pussy. You know nothing had ever been up there so far; nothing had stretched my pussy so wide, nothing had ever felt so good.

Given my orgasmic state, Didier could have anything he wanted. "Please Didier, once your big cock is out of my pussy, hurry and stick it back in." I got off him and onto my back.

He didn't re-enter me right away. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. "You're going to need more of this. He rubbed some on his cock and then handed me the tube. Oh my God, I couldn't believe how open my pussy hole was. I rubbed on and in a generous amount of the lube. "Come on, Didier, I want your cock. Fuck me."

Well, you know I've become a fucking, cocksucking slut, but the truth is that until Didier fucked me while on top, I'd never been really fucked. It was like a locomotive going in a tunnel. A big black locomotive slowly getting up to full speed and my pussy hole was the tunnel.

There's a fine line between pain and pleasure. I was straddling that line. I was also consumed by Didier's great size. He smothered me, but not in a bad way. I was helpless beneath him. All I could do was move my hips and ass. Since that was all I could do, I moved them as fast as I could. Didier told me later, "Hanley, when I'm on top of you, you're a fucking machine."

I was glad he was pleased. While we fucked, I made indescribable noises. Noises, I was sure I'd never made before. I moved my ass like I'd never moved it before. My legs were going every which way; as if I couldn't control them. Like a fucking machine.

Didier took me by the ankles, spread my legs and watched that big black locomotive split my pure white bare pussy in half. I was completely vulnerable; completely at his mercy. I can't tell you if it hurt because the pleasure blocked out everything. The pleasure of Didier's massive cock slamming in and out of my pussy.

Yes, that's what he was doing. Ramming, slamming, banging-pick the word or words you like. I, on the other hand, was lifting my ass off the bed to meet his every thrust. "Come for me, baby. Give Hanley your cum, baby. Give it to me, Didier. I'm so ready for you."

Hard to believe, but he listened to me. He listened to me and the big locomotive slammed in and out of me even faster. "Oooooooooh, oooooooooh yeah, ooooooooh yeah. Like that, Didier, like that."

We exhaustedly were breathing hard. I just had to tell him, "Didier, I've never been fucked like that. I know it'll take some time, but I want to get fucked like that again. My pussy is going to want your cock again."

He laughed, "the little white girl liked my Haitian meat."

Yes, I liked his Haitian meat better than Tony Marchetti's Italian sausage or Dr. Zigmund Polikowski's big kielbasa. "Oh yeah, whenever you're ready, my pussy is yours. Why don't you get some rest, while I take a shower? I feel so sweaty, but your cock felt so good." I kissed him on the mouth.

It wasn't until I was in the shower that I felt the pain. I felt it when I washed my pussy which desperately needed it after the workout Didier gave it. However, just touching it was painful.

When I finished, I walked out of the bathroom naked. I wanted to entice Didier. Yes, I was ready for more. More of that big cock; the pain would go away, but the pleasure would continue. If not more of his cock, more of his tongue.

TO BE CONTINUED

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