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He'd already spent time on those 34CCs; now, he was between my legs and his tongue started.

We did fuck, but not like you think. No, I didn't get on top. No, he didn't fuck me like a dog.

Max fucked me with his tongue. I'd never . . .

"Oooooooooh, oooooooooooooh, ooooh Max, I'm coming again." That night I must have said that a half dozen times.

We didn't fuck that night in the traditional sense.

I was up early and took a shower. My thighs were sticky from my juices and Max's saliva. My hair was disheveled and still damp from sweat. I needed a shower. Besides, Max was still here and if he wanted more, I wanted to look my best.

If he wanted more . . .

Was there any question, he could have anything he wanted?

I came out of the bathroom, naked. I mean, why not? "Lily, you look delicious."

"Oh Max, you were so good to me last night, but you never got around to fucking me."

"Are you complaining?"

"Oh no. Absolutely not. You were a marvel." Then I said something, I'd never said to any man, not even my husband. "Max, let me show you how grateful I am for last night."

I went down on him, He wasn't hard. It only took a few minutes before he was.

It was so long and thick. I kissed it all over. I hesitated to put my lips over his cockhead; I was sure he'd be disappointed. I mean, Roger had a big one and I never got close to taking even a respectable part of it in my mouth, and Max was bigger.

I tried most of the morning. Kissing, licking, playing with his balls with my tongue. Sucking, too. To my joy, eventually I made him cum.

Max surprised me by how big he was. Now, he surprised me by how much he shot. It was like a fountain. One, two, three, even a forth big blast.

I'd always been good about swallowing everything my husband gave me. With Max I had no chance. His juices were trickling down my chin; dribbling onto my chest; dribbling on to and between my tits. Later when I took a shower, I found a little caked on my belly button.

It wasn't until Saturday afternoon that we fucked. From my time dating big Roger, I had some lube in my nightstand. I needed it, but Max knew what he had and slid in slowly.

I knew what Max had, and wanted it all, and I wanted it NOW!!!

I wanted it now and I wanted it all because Max spent the previous hour making love to me with his tongue. A master; a maestro; a virtuoso. I demanded he fuck me.

It was as if I'd never been fucked. I mean, here I was fifty-eight-years-old and the way Max fucked me, that's how it felt. The whole experience was like nothing before: the fucking, the sucking, the pussy eating was all new. I did mention the pussy eating, didn't I?

He stayed until Sunday afternoon.

Needless to say, Max and I started seeing each other.

After that first weekend together, Tuesday, Cathy and I had lunch. "I see you had a good time with Max?"

"How could you tell? Did he call you?"

"No, no, no. Lily, you're glowing. I used to be like that all the time. Do you have another date with him?"

"We're going out Friday night."

"I doubt you'll be going out and I assure you it'll be before Friday night."

"What do you mean?"

"You're not going out Friday night. I know Max, you're going to bed."

I blushed. To be honest, I'd been thinking about just that.

"I'm surprised he hasn't called you yet, and asked to see you tonight."

"Well, he hasn't. I'm busy with work."

Not ten minutes later my phone rang. It was Max. "Lily, I know we have a date Friday night, but I was hoping you might be free tonight."

"Ummmmm, Max, why don't you come over about 6:30? We'll order Chinese."

"Lily, let me be honest. I want to eat something besides Chinese."

"Max, I'll see you tonight, 6:30."

I was blushing as I hung up the phone. Cathy couldn't help but hear the whole conversation.

"Told ya'."

TO BE CONTINUED

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