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I’ve heard that you might have an interest in my pussy this week. Why don’t you come over for lunch?” More than one woman called upon her.

To Marilyn Foreman’s dismays, these invitations came every few days. Among the members of the Providence chapter of Sappho’s Sisters, it was considered bad form to reject an invitation. To Mrs. Marilyn Foreman’s dismay she became known as the woman who ate menstruating pussy.

Other than being Chinese, there wasn’t anything unique about Chen Chang. Sure, her pussy tasted good; exquisite in fact, but over the years, Mrs. Foreman had tasted pussy just as delicious. The one thing different about her, was that among all the pussy Marilyn Foreman had eaten, she’d never seen or heard of an adult woman with a bare pussy. Yes, among the small group of Chinese students at the Providence all-girls school, they all meticulously shaved all their pubic hair.

Like the invitation to Geraldine Johnson’s delicious black pussy, word spread among the chapters about the uniqueness of Chen Chang’s pussy.

Soon young women were encouraged to do the same.

At one Sappho Sister’s meeting in Boston forty-eight-year-old Brenda Daley disrobed, which as you know was not unusual, and to the astonishment of just about everyone, she sat on a sofa with her legs spread. Her pussy was bare.

Numerous women were familiar with that pussy, but not like this. There’d been rumors about those Chinese girls in Providence, but many thought it was just that rumors and gossip.

It was a brazen move by Miss Daley. Sure, everyone was naked, and there were displays of public affection, usually the caressing of a breast while reading poetry or listening to a musical recital, but never vaginal caressing in public.

Although to be fair, it was common and publicly acknowledged in private.

It was Lillian Fletcher, the sixty-two-year-old matriarch, who first welcomed the young black woman, Geraldine Johnson to the society and introduced her tongue to that tasty teenage pussy, who now approached Brenda Daley. “Miss Daley, you look as lovely as ever. We have not enjoyed each other’s honeypots in ages. I think it’s time.”

Brenda nodded as Mrs. Fletcher got on her knees, right there in front of numerous members of Sappho’s Sisters. “Miss Daley, you have the loveliest pussy.” If you recall, Brenda Daley was a big woman. It would not be out of bounds to call her fat. Lillian Fletcher was staring at her big fat, and now bare labia.

Not just staring; she kissed them: right, then left. Back and forth and then she sucked on one then the other. “Brenda, I forgot how lovely your fragrance is. Perhaps it’s time I took you some place more private where I can enjoy your feminine delights.”

She got off her knees, took Miss Daley by the hand and led her to one of the many bedrooms in the Jackson mansion. There, Mrs. Fletcher spent the afternoon re-familiarizing herself with Brenda’s honeypot. Not just her fat labia; her pussy hole and a clitoris the size of your small toe.

Both women were in loveless marriages, and Brenda Daley fucked Lillian Fletcher’s face the same way she’d fucked her husband when she was a young bride. When Lillian rested by kissing that wide open pussy, labia and pubic bone all over, she whispered, “Miss Daley, the next time you see me, I will look like the pre-pubescent girl I once was.”

“Are you saying you like the way I look, Lillian?”

“I love it. Let me demonstrate my love for your beautiful honeypot one more time.” For another hour, the very talented tongue of the sixty-two-year-old matriarch of Sappho Sisters made Brenda Daley swoon again and again.

“Lillian, why wait? Come home with me, I’ll help you look like a young girl, and then I can experience the joy of your tasty honeypot, perhaps all night.”

After Brenda Daley used a razor and shaving cream to carefully shave all Lillian Fletcher’s greying pubic hair, she brought her to dazzling orgasms; to heights Lillian rarely experienced. “Lillian, even when I’ve experienced the virgins new to the society, I’ve never had a tastier pussy than yours. Please let me continue. I’d get on my knees and beg, but I’m already there. Let me be your servant all night, please.”

For two days they rarely left Brenda’s boudoir. Brenda wasn’t the only one who spent time on her knees; they frequently changed places. “Brenda, why don’t we sneak away for a week perhaps longer. Newport is deserted at this time a year, we’ll have it all to ourselves. Your honeypot will be all mine.” She kissed Miss Daley’s labia.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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