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years ago I had a problem with alcohol. This is not the kind of environment I should be it. I'm going to count on you to keep me on the straight and narrow."

"Will do." I started to put my almost empty glass aside. "If it's too tempting, I'll put mine down." You have to know I really didn't want to.

"No, no. You should have a good time. Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you."

I took another swallow.

"It cost me my marriage. My kids, but I've been sober for eight years. I go to two meetings a week. They help."

We kept talking. A waitress came by; I ordered another drink, then a third. I wasn't drunk, but fifty-year-old Miss DiMarco was looking better. I mean I'd had four dates since September, not one of those young women was interested in allowing me to eat their pussy. I got laid; I got blowjobs, but not what really excited me.

Perhaps a woman Miss DiMarco's age might look at things differently, but if I looked at it realistically, I was twenty-two; she was somewhere around fifty.

"Andy, do you have any problems; any addictions?"

I started to say ‘no.' Then I thought better of it and it might have been the whiskey talking. "Oh yeah."

"Booze, coke, weed?"

I looked her in the eyes, "pussy."

She didn't flinch. "I'd think that this is definitely not the place for you; there's too much to tempt you here," she laughed as two twenty-somethings walked by wearing the shortest skirts possible.

"It can be difficult."

"Tell me, is it as easy to find as I think?" She nodded as a woman walked by with a blouse that had a huge snowflake over each boob.

"Not really. Some girls my age, just don't seem to be ready." Just then a gorgeous blonde named Samantha walked by. "Merry Christmas, Andy. Merry Christmas, Miss DiMarco." She kissed me on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Sam," Miss DiMarco said. Turning to me, "her?"

"Not ready for what I'm interested in."

"Hmmmm, I take it that you're not talking about fucking?"

I was shocked. Miss DiMarco always was very professional, officious, and classy. When she said fucking I was shocked. Besides, I wasn't going to tell her that I had a thing for eating pussy. I'd hinted, but until she brought up her problem, I'd never thought of it as an addiction.

She guessed. "How does a boy like you develop an addiction to that? You're so young."

Just then the company's vice president grabbed the microphone and made an announcement. It was just a holiday greeting, but it was enough for me to change the subject.

"I heard that he might be moving on. Got a big offer from another company."

"I heard that too. Andy, about your addiction. It's the holiday season; you're alone; I'm alone. I'm more than willing to be your supplier." She looked directly at me; she didn't blink.

"Ummmmm, I-I-I . . . "

"Come on, Andy, we can give each other a little Christmas present. I'm sure it'll be better than that girl's mistletoe."

I won't say Miss DiMarco dragged me out of there, but in minutes, we were in the restaurant's foyer and she called an Uber.

Ten minutes later we were in her apartment; a stunning apartment overlooking the city's skyline. "As you might expect, I don't keep any alcohol in the house; too tempting, but give me a few minutes to change into something more comfortable."

I just stood by the big picture window overlooking the city. A few minutes later, she came up behind me. "You like the view? How about this view?"

She was wearing a short red negligee with a holiday motif. It looked like holly or Christmas trees or something. Miss DiMarco turned and modelled for me.

The way she dressed and carried herself at work, I'd really never noticed before. Besides, like I said, she was about fifty-years-old. Why would I notice?

Even in her bare feet Miss Di Marco was taller than me, and at work she often wore blazers that hid whatever breasts she had. Now, her low-cut lingerie emphasized them; they looked big. They were spilling out of the top.

At work her skirts were below the knee and usually flared. The short gown she changed into showed off her long legs.

"Andy, notice anything?"

"Well, you are more beautiful than I thought?"

"Thank you, Andy, but you need to look more closely." To my surprise, although by this time, I shouldn't have been, she put her arms around me.

I did. In fact, I was looking down at her exposed cleavage.

"Andy, look right here." She was pointing at her breasts. I'd been looking. I had no idea what she meant.

"Andy, those are mistletoe. One over each of my boobs."

"Oh, I-I-I . . . "

She pushed my head toward one of those boobs. "Merry Christmas, Andy."

I kissed the mistletoe over each breast. "Merry Christmas, Miss DiMarco."

"It's Antoinette." She held my head against her breasts. In fact, she pulled the strap off that negligee.

I was no longer kissing the mistletoe motif. I had a tit in my mouth; specifically, a nipple. "Isn't that better?"

I nodded. I had to admit it was a lot better. For a minute I forgot these were fifty-year-old tits.

As a reminder, all the girls I dated were my age. Charlottee, my first, was senior in college when I was a freshman. Our age difference was the most of any girl I dated. Now, here I was with a woman who was almost thirty years older than me.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but Antoinette's tits were just about perfect. But then I'd never thought about tits that old. These were big, perfectly formed globes, with nipples almost as big as her areola.

She giggled, "Andy, are you sure you don't have a titty addiction?"

"I mumbled, "after playing with these beauties, I could."

"Come, my bedroom is this way. You can play with them more in bed."

I was still mostly dressed. Miss DiMarco, Antoinette, was not, and no sooner were we in her bedroom. "Andy, I promised you more of my titties. You'll have an easier time without this." The dressing gown came off and she was standing in front of me naked.

Some of the girls I dated, even though they were beautiful, were shy about their body. They preferred to fuck in the dark, and if there was a morning, it was under the covers.

Perhaps, when you get to a certain age you get comfortable with who and what you are. Antoinette was attractive; attractive for a woman her age. It would be unfair to compare her to someone like Charlotte or the Samantha we just left at the Christmas party.

I took her in my arms, and we kissed while standing by her bedside. With my tongue in her mouth. I mumbled, "now it's my turn." Then I slid both my hands to her ass.

She laughed, "now that's funny, and I have to tell you, Andy, there's a lot more ass than there was when I was twenty." Then she looked at me, and got serious. "Andy, get undressed. I'll be waiting in bed."

It took me a few minutes, but soon I joined her under the covers and immediately our tongues were engaged. My hands went back to those tits. Antoinette's hand when to my cock. "Hmmmmm," she smiled.

I was already hard. I don't think you're surprised that a twenty-two-year-old man got almost instantly hard when he's with a naked woman feeling up her tits.

For the next few minutes both of us were busy exploring. My hands playing with her nipples; her hand slowly stroking my cock and playing with my balls.

I don't think you'd be surprised to know that this was not going to be enough for either of us. My hand slid between her legs. She stopped me, or at least that's what it felt like.

"Andy, do you know what that is?"

I laughed. "Of course."

"I call her Little Toni and she's been lonely for a long, long time. She needs to be handled gently. Perhaps, the softness of your tongue would be a nice way to reintroduce her to what she's been missing," she tried to giggle with her tongue still in my mouth.

"Little Toni? I've never heard that before."

"No, I'm sure you haven't. You said pussy at the party. One of these days, I'll introduce you to some other words, but right now . . . Little Toni, Violet and Baby Sapphire are my very best friends. I hope they become yours, too."

I couldn't help but wonder who Violet and Baby Sapphire were. I was soon to find out.

She pushed my head down. I hesitated. I hesitated because I'd never eaten 50-year-old pussy' I'd never eaten 40-year-old pussy; I'd never eaten 30-year-old pussy. Yes, I was hesitant.

There was one other thing. Those teenagers and twenty-year-olds I fucked or if I was lucky enough, ate were either hairless or only had wisps of pubic hair. Some were waxed or shaved closely. Others had a landing strip, a heart or maybe just a small triangular patch on their pubic bone. I have to say, I always thought it was a treat to eat a freshly waxed pussy.

Not Antoinette. Little Toni was a mass of dark; I should say black, pubic hair. When I say mass, I mean that I'd date some girls who didn't seem to have as much on their head.

I kissed my way through that bush, "Antoinette, you have the loveliest fragrance."

"Hmmmmm, I'm glad you think so, but there's much more hidden behind Little Toni than just her smell," she giggled.

"Oh, I'm sure." My tongue wiggled its way through that bush and to her extended pussy lips.

"Ummmmmmm," I mumbled as I licked her. Her taste was delicious; as delicious as any of those college girls who allowed me the pleasure.

"You've found Violet. She loves being licked by a tongue that knows what it's doing, but like I said, Andy, it's been a long, long time." Antoinette slowly moved her hips and ass.

I'd always enjoyed the feeling of a girl's soft thighs rubbing against my cheeks while my tongue kneaded her pussy. I thought it might be different with someone Antoinette's age.

It wasn't.

In fact, I thought her thighs were smoother; softer.

"Oh Andy, your tongue feels so good. I hope you're enjoying Violet as mush as she's enjoying what you're doing. You can keep doing her just like that." She moved a little more vigorously. I moved my tongue a little slower.

"Hmmmmm," Antoinette sighed. "Hmmmmmm, my Violet hasn't felt this good in decades."

I continued. I was just about ready to move to her clitoris. "Andy, did you know that there are purple sapphires and I have a little purple jewel that looks just like one. That's why I call my clitoris Baby Sapphire."

Antoinette didn't say it directly, but I knew what she wanted. My tongue slid up to her clitoris or as she called it her Baby Sapphire.

Within moments, "oh yeah, oh Andy, oh. Like that. Hmmmmm, I should have told you that Baby Sapphire is so sensitive. Ooooooooh, oh my, oh my, ooooooooh. Oh Andy, you're so good to me; so good to Baby Sapphire."

I was pretty sure that I'd never given an orgasm like the one Antoinette experienced.

"Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm. Thank you, Andy. Come up here and snuggled with me."

I crawled up; kissed those lovely tits and then was in her arms.

Antoinette kissed me on the mouth, then giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Your mouth tastes like Little Toni. Did you like licking her, did you?"

"Your pussy is delicious."

Then Antoinette did something that no women had ever done. She licked my face, and laughed. "Oh yeah, just like Little Toni. I feel like a cat licking up milk."

I mumbled, "your pussy tastes much better than milk."

Antoinette looked at me with those serious eyes, "Andy, would you mind terrible giving Little Toni, Violet and Baby Sapphire another kiss?

Of course, I didn't mind. I started sliding lower on her bed. She put pressure on my head. This time I spent much more time on those beautiful tits. "Antoinette, they're lovely."

"Lovely for a fifty-year-old?"

"No, lovely. Do you have a name for them, too?"

She laughed, "no, but Little Toni needs a visitor; she's waiting."

I made her wait. I was having fun licking, sucking, playing with those tits.

"Andy, are you teasing me?"

I knew what she was thinking. "No, no, Antoinette, your titties are fun."

"That's nice to hear, but Little Toni is anxious; Violet's leaking and Baby Sapphire is eager to meet your tongue again."

"Well, okay, if you insist," I laughed and went down on her. I still made her wait; rubbing my face in Little Toni. If you haven't been following, that means Antoinette's big bush.

She giggled, "I understand young women shave it all off; you seem to like Little Toni."

"Love it," I mumbled, but didn't hesitate to wiggle my tongue into Antoinette's pussy hole or as she called it Violet.

"Hmmmmm, like that Andy. Just like that. Your tongue is so good to me. Hmmmmmmmm. You can do that all night."

I could, but I knew, regardless of what Antoinette was saying, there was somewhere else she wanted my tongue. I moved my tongue to her clitoris or as she called it, Baby Sapphire.

"OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOH, ANDY." Antoinette was bouncing and bucking, but also holding my head in her pussy, "OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOOH, ANDY, ANDY, ANDY."

This orgasm was even more animated than the first time. "Hmmmmmm," she sighed. "Thank you, Andy. Snuggle with me."

I didn't stop at those tits this time. Antoinette put her arms around my neck, giggled and licked my face. "Andy, I hope you don't think I deceived you by asking you to snuggle." Her hand was guiding my cock to her pussy. "After what you did to her, Violet wants to wrap her girly lips around your cock."

I'd been with a number of girls, I'd never heard anyone with names for their pussy parts: Little Toni, Violet, Baby Sapphire did you? I mean all guys had a dick, but I'd never refer to it like Antoinette used her names.

On the other hand, if it meant Antoinette would allow me to eat her pussy, I'd go along.

"Sometimes, I forget how young you are; the way you eat pussy and how hard your cock gets." As my cock filled up Violet (geez, I was doing it, too) Antoinette and I began to move. We began to fuck each other. She was moaning and sighing and I was grunting with each thrust.

I don't pretend to be a great lover, those women who let me eat their pussy always seemed to have an orgasm. And I'm pretty sure I don't have a big cock.

You wouldn't know about either of those the way Antoinette fucked me. She was much more animated and enthusiastic than any of those twenty-somethings. We rocked the bed and I don't know for sure but I think Antoinette had another orgasm.

"Andy, you have no idea how good that felt. I don't think it's because it's been so long. You were marvelous. Thank you. Spend the night? I'd like that."

I nodded and awhile later we fell asleep, in each other's arms.

TO BE CONTINUED

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