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Of course, when they fucked, he’d seen it, but never gave it much thought. Mrs. Harper’s muffy was now wide open to him. “Bart, do you like the way my muffy looks.”

He’d seen plenty of bush. Black bush in Asia and Central America and brown bush in the US but never had he seen anything like Maggie’s flaming red bush. “Mrs. Harper, it’s gorgeous.”

Here was the other thing: those South Korean and Japanese, along with the Panamanian girls, all seemed to have pussy holes and labia that were more purple than pink. Maggie Harper’s was pink, a lovely soft pinker than pink. And it was glistening. Was it from the anticipation or was she wet from sucking his big cock?

“Thank you, Bart. I will be oh so grateful.” She pushed his head forward.

He was stunned. The few times he’d eaten South Korean pussy, he thought it was delicious; Japanese pussy was tasty, and until now there’d been nothing like Panamanian pussy.

Maggie’s pussy or was it muffy was exquisite. He didn’t know if it was British pussy or old pussy, but for the moment, he was going to enjoy it. “Maggie, you have the sweetest pussy I could ever imagine.”

She giggled, “Bart, I’m so glad you like my muffy. I’m looking forward to pleasing your monster cock, but right now do my muffy some more.”

There was a problem, however. Mrs. Harper didn’t explicitly say it; she didn’t want to ruin a good thing. She’d never been fucked so good. Bart’s big cock stretched her muffy so good. Her orgasms were far more numerous and so much more intense than any in her whole life. And there was so much to suck; her muffy leaked down her thighs when she felt the texture of his ball sack against her lips.

The problem was that Captain Bart Kolakowski didn’t know how to eat her muffy; at least not to her satisfaction.

As I said, Maggie didn’t want to rock the boat; she had a very good thing going, but she wanted that feeling again. Early in her marriage, her husband had been very good about trying to please her with his tongue. Like Captain Kolakowski he didn’t know how either. Neither did she for that matter, but over the first few years of their marriage, she guided his tongue to where it felt good.

Mrs. Harper didn’t want to bruise his ego; “Bart, your tongue is so good to me. Thank you, just a little higher.”

“Hmmmmmm, like that. I’m looking forward to sucking your big cock again, but right now, keep giving my muffy your tongue, like that. Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm.”

The following weekend, “Bart, last time you were so good to my muffy, I’d love to feel your tongue again, but first. . .” Soon she had his cock in her mouth; all of it. Her eyes smiled up at him.

Later, they switched places. “Maggie, your muffy is more delicious than I remembered.”

“Hmmmmmm, your tongue, Bart, oooh your tongue. Just a little higher, a little higher. Softly, Bart. Softly.” Then his tongue was slowly licking her clitoris. He was good about following her directions.

Remember, he was still young, all the women he’d been with to date were young. He didn’t know the clitoris existed. He did now, and Mrs. Margaret Harper’s reaction let him know he was doing something right. His tongue played and played, and Maggie moaned, sighed, writhed and humped his face. Humped his face in her flaming muffy. “OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH BART, OOOOOH, OOOOOOH BART, MY MUFFY, MY MUFFY, MY MUFFY’S ON FIRE. FUCK ME BART, FUCK ME. I WANT YOUR COCK. MY MUFFY NEEDS YOUR COCK.”

He started to move on top of her. “No, no, no, keep giving me your tongue. Do my muffy again.”

Bart was confused. He kept eating until she dragged him on top of her.

He’d never been fucked like the way Maggie Harper fucked him when he finally mounted her.

Later that afternoon, there was never a blowjob like the way Maggie blew him. “Bart, I don’t know what got into me. I can’t remember when I was ever like that. Well, I do know,” she kissed him on the mouth. She tasted like cum; he tasted like her muffy. “it was the way your tongue did me. Thank you, Bart. I hope you’ll do it again just like that.” She smiled; he was learning.

In the following weeks and months, Captain Bartholmew Kolakowski always started out their weekend together eating Maggie’s muffy. She gently instructed him how and where she liked it. No pun intended, but her reactions were mind-blowing. Every blowjob seemed better than the previous one.

He was in the US Army; orders were orders. A year later, he was posted to the Middle East and then Washington, DC.

Now he was in Stuttgart, Germany and about to bed eighteen-year-old Sophie Egger.

TO BE CONTINUED

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