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This is Yvonne. One Happy Hour, MaryAlice and I were joined by an acquaintance, Mrs. Hortense Barrington-Smythe. She was as stuck up as her name sounds. I say acquaintance, and not friend, because no one could ever be friends with Hortense Barrington-Smythe. She always threw her wealth, the wealth she had married into, and then divorced, in everyone’s face.I say married into, but in fact, it’s more appropriate to say fucked her way into. Hortense Johnson went to a public college which happened to be close to an exclusive men’s school. I think she fucked every guy in the school until Ashford Barrington-Smythe knocked her up.The marriage didn’t last long, but the alimony checks kept coming and coming. As for the child. I hadn’t heard about her in years. Hortense rarely mentioned her, but the last I heard she attended some boarding school in Switzerland. As they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Rumor has it that she’s banging Middle East oil families’ boys, and young European princes. I’m talking real royalty here.I lived on the twenty-fifth floor of a very nice building in Chicago. Horty, as we called her, and we knew she hated, lived in a similar building on the twentieth floor. When she found out where I lived, she bought, not rented, an apartment on the thirty-fifth floor nearby. When she saw my cabin on Lake Geneva, she bought a mansion, in a gated community on Lake Geneva.To the outside world, she projected an upstanding moral woman, but to MaryAlice and I who had known her since childhood, she was just as slutty as me. The difference was that I didn’t care who knew. Except for us, she never let anyone know what a nympho she was. She even had a publicist make sure that her sexual adventures never reached the newspapers.I say we knew her since childhood, but in fact, she was fifteen years older than us and had bullied us as kids. She often babysat for us, and our parents thought she was the sweetest thing. She was the Eddie Haskell of babysitters. To be fair, she looked just about our age, but we were certain she’d had some work done – lots of work done: face, ass, and tits (definitely tits).Over the years, she’d tell us in explicit detail about her love life. For example, a handsome man might pass our table, “I did him a few years ago. He’s a kaçak iddaa jerk, but you wouldn’t believe the size of that thing in his pants. Even I couldn’t take all of it.”And she’d name-drop. She’d let us know about the actors, athletes, and other celebrities she’d slept with, and then give us a play-by-play of the encounter. “Ladies, all these men love Hortense’s pussy. They just can’t get enough of it.”She went on and on, and this particular day, I’d had enough. “Horty, I have a twenty-three-year-old boyfriend and all he wants to do is eat and eat. Speaking of not getting enough, he begs me to let him eat, Friday night and all-day Saturday. I run out of fingers and toes counting my orgasms.” I think I’d had one more martini than I should have.Horty was shocked that I’d said anything. “I don’t believe it. No one in their right mind would just eat pussy. You’re making it up. And what twenty-three-year-old would want old pussy?”I looked at MaryAlice. She nodded. “If Kevin is willing, we’ll let him eat you all night. It’ll be the best night of your life.”“You say he’s twenty-three?”“I think he’ll be twenty-four soon.”“And all night?”“He’ll start Friday around six, and won’t quit until dawn, unless of course, you can’t take it.” I was taunting her.“What if he can’t?”“Well, then you’ll get a few hours of having your pussy eaten, and we can tell you he’s an expert. But the question is what if he does? What’s in it for us?”“Ummmmm.”MaryAlice came up with an idea. “If Kevin eats your pussy all night, then Saturday morning, you give him a blowjob while we make a movie.”“You always brag about your ability as a fellatio expert, perhaps us mere mortals can study the movie and learn something.”This is Kevin: When Yvonne and MaryAlice told me what they’d done, I was shocked. I was hesitant. Sure, I’d like to try another pussy, but according to them, Hortense Barrington-Smythe was almost sixty-years-old – we’re talking almost my grandmother’s age.“Kevin, actually she looks pretty good.”“And we promise to make it up to you either way.” MaryAlice smiled.“Oh yeah. How about a whole week at Lake Geneva with both of us?” Yvonne suggested.“Okay, but I don’t want my face in any movie. My cock, okay, but not my face.”“Then it’s settled.”I called Hortense Barrington-Smythe, and we kaçak bahis set up a date. I showed up at her condo, and she was wearing a sheer black, knee-length negligee, which off-set her pale skin. For her age, she did look pretty good. She was about five-seven and wide in the hips. Through that negligee, her tits looked spectacular. Her black hair was clearly colored, but what woman that age didn’t? I wondered if her pubic hair was gray or white. Or perhaps it was colored, too. Do women do that? I had no idea.“You are much more handsome than I expected and so young. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”“Yvonne and MaryAlice think so?”“Well let’s find out.” She led me to her bedroom, which was as big as my whole apartment. “Let’s start here, but I have some ideas about different places where you can please me, if in fact you can.”Hortense lifted her negligee over her head. Her body didn’t look too bad, and her tits looked perfect, even if they weren’t real. She sat back in a big comfortable chair with her legs spread.I was still dressed, and at least for the time being, stayed that way. I got on my knees and I was staring at a huge bush.Now, you know outside of Yvonne and MaryAlice I’d never seen a pussy up-close. The girls in Playboy don’t count, right?As I’ve told you, Yvonne had a neatly trimmed triangle of dark brown hair. As she said, she kept it trimmed so I didn’t choke. As for MaryAlice, her wisps of light brown hair gave me easy access to her delightful pussy lips and the sweetness within.Hortense had a mass of black pubic hair. It was wild, but through it all I could see a contrasting pink pussy. “Kevin, it looks like you’re intrigued. Men tell me I have the sweetest pussy. I’d like you to tell me how sweet my pussy is.” She spread her lips.The contrast was stunning, and her taste was exquisite. “That’s it, that’s a good boy.” Her pussy hole seemed bigger than either of the other two women. I licked it and licked it. Like I said her taste was wonderful.“Kevin, you do know how to eat pussy, now it’s time to do my clitoris.”I haven’t mentioned this much, but Yvonne had a small little purple button, and MaryAlice’s was similar in size, but an adorable pink.At first, I couldn’t find Hortense’s; it was hidden by that mass of pubic hair. With the help illegal bahis of her fingers, I found it. It was as pink as pink could be, and considerably bigger than either Yvonne’s or MaryAlice’s. I didn’t even know they got that big. Once she showed it to me, my tongue started on it.I’d never heard anything like the noises Hortense made when my tongue worked on her clitoris made her cum. She sounded like Warren Zevon in the Werewolves of London: “Ah-hoooo, ah-hooo, ah-ooooooo.”I wasn’t going to stop. I couldn’t do this with those other two women’s small clitorises, but I thought I’d try it with Hortense. I sucked on that clitoris. “Ah-hoooo, ah-hooo, ah-ooooooo.” I hoped her building had good insulation because she was loud. Very loud. “That’s it, baby, don’t stop. Do me again. Don’t stop.”My tongue played with that clitoris again. “Ah-hoooo, ah-hooo, ah-ooooooo. Hortense’s pussy loves your tongue. Ah-hoooo, ah-hooo, ah-ooooooo.”I kept doing her clitoris and she kept screaming. “Baby, that’s so good, but I need to catch my breath.” I rubbed my face in that big bush until she said she was ready for more. Her fragrance was wonderful.“C’mon Kevin, I’m taking you to bed. Lay on your back.” Then Hortense Barrington-Smythe got on top of me with her pussy in my face. “Use your tongue, baby. Hortense wants your tongue again.”I was moving my tongue, but I wasn’t sure it was where she wanted it. Hortense was fucking my face, bouncing up and down. ‘Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.” She used her fingers to expose her clitoris. “Right there, right there. Oh, yeah, ah-hoooo, ah-hooo, ah-ooooooo. Ah-hoooo, ah-hooo, ah-ooooooo.”Her movement, her noises, her fragrance were all exhilarating, and although I was still dressed, I thought I my cock might bust through my pants. Hortense must have realized that. “Does eating my pussy make you hard? Why don’t you get undressed?”She rolled off me and I rolled off the bed. She sat up in bed, the blanket only up to her waist, those perfect tits fully in view, and she watched as I undressed.Naturally, my cock was hard. Hey, I’d just spent hours with my face in an enchanting pussy. Of course, it was hard. As soon as I was naked, Hortense slid off the bed to her knees.I thought for sure she was going to blow me right there. “I just want a good look. I forgot how stiff young cock got. It looks edible, but that’s not my agreement with Yvonne and MaryAlice. C’mon, Kevin, eat me some more.” She lay back on the bed, and I got on my knees on the floor.
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