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The next time Marcus was on his knees, her orgasms were spectacular; she moaned, she cried, she begged for more. Her fingernails tore the fabric of her sofa.

After he left, Marjorie took a long, bubble bath; still reveling in the joy Marcus tongue brought her. She lingered until the water turned cool. Then she made a call, “Professor Cruz, it’s President Narducci. Can you be in my office tomorrow at 10?”

“Yes ma’am.” Juanita wondered why the president wanted to see her. She’d heard that Marjorie was interviewing all the members of the faculty. Maybe that was it.

“Nice to meet you, professor. I’ve been wondering, as the head of our psychology center what are some of the issues our students are dealing with?”

“There’s always anxiety over grades, tests, relationships. Nothing unusual. Boys have girl problems; girls have boy problems. Girls are worried how they’ll explain to their parents they’re pregnant. Boys and girls ask for advice about how they’ll explain to their families that they are coming out.”

Their conversation went on for an hour. President Narducci asked numerous questions, and Juanita answered them candidly without violating HIPPA.

“Juanita, this has been an eye-opening talk, I’d like it to continue, but in a not so formal setting as the president’s office.”

Juanita Cruz did not know if that was a signal, but she took a chance. It wasn’t that Marjorie Narducci was attractive; she wasn’t, but Juanita had found some of her most memorable sexual encounters with people who no one considered attractive like Wendy Prentice. And all she had to do was look in a mirror. Her looks did not discourage any of her lovers, male or female. “I’d like that. Are you familiar with the East Mountain Resort?”

Marjorie stiffened for a moment. Did Juanita know that she’d spent days there with Marcus Aurielius Harpston who was on his knees servicing her pussy? Then she composed herself. “I’ve heard it’s lovely.”

A month later, President Narducci and Professor Juanita Cruz were checking in at the resort known for its discretion. Neither knew exactly what to expect. Marjorie had no idea how to seduce a woman but was anxious to discover what Juanita could do that made her superior to Marcus as a pussy eater.

Juanita Cruz was confident in her skill as a seductress but was the signal President Narducci gave her a signal at all.

They had adjoining rooms and after dinner, which the resort made far more romantic than intended, they walked back toward their rooms. Juanita stopped and took in the view of the magnificent lake in the moonlight, then turned, put her arms around Marjorie and kissed her on the mouth with her tongue.

The president gently pushed her away. “I-I-I’m not sure this is where I think we should go. Let’s get to our rooms.”

“I’m sorry, I thought . . . anyhow, if you have a change of heart, I’ll leave the door between our rooms unlocked.”

“Juanita, no need to be sorry. Perhaps, I gave you the wrong impression. Good night.” She hurried ahead to her room.

In her room President Narducci prepared for bed. She brushed her teeth, and her hair. She washed the make-up from her face, and as she’d done since she’d reached puberty and her mother taught her, she washed her vagina thoroughly. She didn’t realize that subconsciously she washed it far more thoroughly than usual.

For this weekend, she bought a couple of new nightgowns. Not sexy like she’d worn on her honeymoon, but not the calf-length flannel ones she wore at home. In her early forties and with her body build, she no longer did sexy. The one she chose for tonight was silk, white and came to mid-thigh.

Just as she turned off the light and got in bed, she heard Juanita unlock the door between their rooms.

Juanita Cruz was going through a similar routine. The one difference was that she always slept naked. Numerous times since she’d come to the university, Juanita received a late-night call from someone, man or woman, in dire need of romance. She rarely if ever refused. “I’ll leave the front door unlocked. And I’ll be in bed. Join me.”

Back in Marjorie’s room, she couldn’t sleep. For the next hour, she tossed and turned. How do I take the next step? What if she rejects me? What if Marcus had been wrong about Juanita? That kiss wasn’t a mistake; Juanita’s tongue wasn’t a mistake.

It was almost midnight when Marjorie made a decision. She took a deep breath and got out of bed; found the plush robe the resort provided and approached the door between their two rooms.

Another deep breath and she unlocked the door on her side of the adjoining rooms. Then opened the door to Juanita’s room. Still wearing the robe and the light from her room guiding her, she made her way to Juanita’s bed. “Are you awake? Juanita, I need your love and affection,” she half whispered.

Juanita Cruz threw back the blankets, “Marjorie, I’ve been waiting for you?”

“You have?” Only then did President Narducci notice that the Puerto Rican woman was naked.

“I didn’t think you just want to talk about the Mental Health Center. Come, join me. We’ll take it slow.”

Hesitantly, Marjorie, still wearing the robe, crawled onto the bed. “Juanita, I’m a little nervous about all this.”

“I understand. You’ve never been with a woman, have you?”

“Never. Until we met in my office, I’d never thought of it.” She didn’t mention Marcus’ revelation.

Juanita smiled to herself. This was easier than she thought. She couldn’t count the number of women she’d seduced. Women, like the president, who had no experience with womanly love. Middle-aged members of the faculty and eighteen-year-old freshmen like Elsa and Wendy had once been. Her pussy was starting to lubricate thinking of those young women’s deliciousness and how far they’d come in learning to please her.

Professor Cruz put her arms around Marjorie. “Get comfortable in my arms. Like I said, we’ll go slowly.”

Marjorie Narducci found herself with her face in Juanita’s breasts. Her ample, soft breasts. Yes, it was comforting. “Relax, Madam President. It might even be best if we slept like this. Maybe in the morning you’ll be ready for something more.”

Marjorie was grateful and snuggled against Juanita’s breasts. However, she couldn’t sleep and shortly her mouth made its way to a nipple. It must be natural, she thought. She recalled that those few lovers she’d had (none in the last decade) always started on her nipples. Except for Marcus. As she instructed him, he started on her pussy and stayed there. She mumbled, “Juanita, I’m not a Lesbian.”

Juanita Cruz didn’t say anything; she held Marjorie in her arms and let the younger woman play and suck her tit. Finally, she whispered, “Marji, you’re doing good. You make my titties feel grand. You can keep doing that, or you can take my hand and move it to where you’d like me to touch you or, and this is up to you, you can take your hand and touch me. I’m all yours.”

Marji, her husband had called her Marji when he fucked her. She liked that. She like that he called her Marji; not the fucking. No one had called her that in ages. She kept using her tongue and lips on Juanita’s dark nipples, but she was curious about what was between her legs. President Narducci shook her head ‘no, I can’t. I’m not a Lesbian.’

You might beg to differ given the circumstances and that she was clearly playing with a tit. On the other hand, she wanted more.

It was a few minutes later that the president of the university took Juanita Cruz’s hand and guided it between her legs. “Oh,” Juanita laughed, “you are ready for more, and Marji, you’re already wet. Is that from sucking my titties?”

Marji just nodded as her tongue continued playing with a nipple. Momentarily, she took it out, “many years ago when I was married my husband called me juicy, not wet.”

“Then juicy it is. He was right, you are juicy.” Juanita Cruz’s talented tongue knew exactly how to massage a clitoris to make a woman writhe with pleasure. She’d done it to eighteen-year-olds like Elsa Strasstrom and to women in their seventies like Maxim Dealman. That didn’t mean she didn’t know how to arouse a woman with her fingers.

It wasn’t the most intense orgasm Marjorie ever had, but it felt so good, as she snuggled between Juanita’s soft breasts.

Juanita sucked on the fingers that had been playing with Ms. Narducci’s pussy. “Hmmmmmm, you are delicious.”

“Really? I thought men just said that so they could . . . well, you know.”

“Oh no. Here let me show you.” Juanita’s fingers went back to the president’s pussy. For a few moments she didn’t touch her clitoris, instead she finger fucked her vigorously. “Here, taste your pussy.”

Marjorie hesitated.

“You mean you’ve never tasted yourself; not even when you masturbate?”

“I-I-I don’t; I’ve never.”

“Really? Go ahead. I assure you it’s okay. Like I said delicious. Just try it.” Juanita put her fingers to the president’s lips.

She was reluctant, but Juanita insisted, and pushed them in. Marjorie Antonelli Narducci’s eyes opened wide. Yes, she was indeed delicious. She smiled and sucked on those fingers.

The Puerto Rican woman laughed, “told ya’. I’m looking forward to the real thing. Marji, don’t make me beg to eat your sweet pussy, but I will say please.”

In the semi-darkness Marjorie smiled. She loved it when Marcus said please. She loved it when he begged to eat her pussy; her deliciousness as he called it.

“Juanita, be gentle. You know this is all new to me.”

If you read this far you know that Dr. Juanita Cruz was now sixty. She was short and wide, not unlike President Narducci. She couldn’t possibly run a mile, but what she could do is eat pussy all night. She was a marathon pussy eater.

When Marcus Aurelius Harpston ate the president, he’d make her cum once maybe twice and then he’d need to rest for three or four hours.

Not Juanita, once her tongue started, she was in her happy place. Oh, she’d let Marjorie revel in her orgasms; her head resting on her pubic bone and massive bush after an orgasm. “Marji, I’ve eaten a lot of pussy, but there’s never been one as exquisite as yours. You are delicious.”

Marjorie Narducci had heard that from men, but she was certain they wanted to fuck her or get a blowjob. Of course, that wasn’t something that she thought of with Juanita. “Hmmmm, so I’m delicious? I’d like it if you called my pussy my deliciousness.”

Juanita laughed, “that’s a perfect description, and unless you object, I’m ready for more of your deliciousness.” Marjorie didn’t say anything, she pushed Juanita’s head back into her deliciousness. “Yes, please.”

The orgasms came in waves. Marjorie moaned, cried, tore at the sheets, scratched the headboard with her fingernails. It was almost dawn before Juanita quit. They slept in each other’s arms.

When they awoke, they ordered room service in President Narducci’s room, which looked like it had barely been slept in; which it hadn’t. “Marji, unless you have something else in mind, I’d like to continue where I left off,” Juanita smiled.

“Maybe we can take a bubble bath together; the tub looks big enough for two. I want my pussy to be nice a clean for you.”

“For my tongue, you mean.”

Marjorie blushed.

That’s how the day went. Juanita knelt between the president’s legs on the bed; knelt between her legs while Marjorie sat in a chair with her short, stubby legs over the arm. “Yes, Juanita, oh yes, I love it when you worship my pussy like that.”

“Not your pussy, madam president, your deliciousness.”

“Yes, yes, keep eating my deliciousness. Make me cum again.”

Early Sunday morning, Juanita introduced her to riding her face. With her hands on the headboard and her titties bouncing, the psychologist encouraged Marji to move in such a way that she could make herself cum.

They showered together before it was time to pack. “Juanita, I’ve been thinking, I’ve been very unfair to you. I had all those orgasms . . . “

“And all I got was hours and hours of enjoying your deliciousness.”

“I know, but . . . “ she rubbed her soapy titties against Juanita’s soapy titties, “maybe we can see if we can have one of the rooms for another night, and I can, I don’t believe I’m saying this, you can teach me how to please you.”

Juanita looked in her eyes. Marji’s eyes seemed to be pleading. “Are you sure?”

“No, but . . .”

“Marji, you have to be sure. This is a huge step for someone like you.” She started to get out of the shower. “When you can put your arms around me, kiss me on the mouth, and say Juanita, I want to eat your pussy, then I’ll know you’re really ready.”

That’s exactly what Marjorie Narducci did. First, she took a deep breath, then took Juanita by the shoulders, put her arms around her neck, kissed her with her tongue, and then mumbled, “Juanita, I want to eat your pussy, PLEASE.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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